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Uphie’s adult life contract
Currency: Happy coin or HC for shot.
Work option:
[Primary option] Work Wagon | Rate: (1) HC per wagon cycle
[Special option] Pain Button | Rate: (1) HC for 50 presses. (Only once per day)
[Special option] Scary Box | Rate: (1) HC for one full sitting. (Only once per day)
Pricing list:
- Rent of safe room: 1 HC per day
Payment to occur at night time, between 1800-2300
Meal options:
- Normal Kibbles: 1 HC per meal
- Premium Kibbles: 2 HC per meal
- Sketti: 5 HC per meal
- All other food items: 10 HC per meal
Purchase list:
- Pillows: 2 HC
- Premium pillow: 20 HC
- Blanket: 5 HC
- Premium blanket: 50 HC
- Bed 10 HC
- Stuffed friends: 5 HC
- Ball: 3 HC
- Block: 1 HC per block
- Electronics: 200 HC
- Others: Subject to discussion.
Mummah services:
- Huggy: 2 HC per hug
- Kissy: 5 HC per kiss
- Wuv: 1 HC per minute
- Lap & song time: 50 HC per song
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There was a lot of information, and for a Fluffy such as Uphie she could barely understand any of it. She barely understood the concept of Hwappy Cwoin, but she had started to understand that she needed to work, whatever work meant, for Hwappy Cwoin and that she could give Hwappy Cwoin and get one of the things on the list. She understood some of the numbers. Mainly the 1, 2 and 5 Hwappy Cwoin. She did not understand the ones with 0. Did that mean 1 and 0 Hwappy Cwoin? Mummah said no, and said it was 5 + 5, but it said 1 and 0 Hwappy Cwoin. Regardless, Uphie had no say in the matter, so she could only nod in the hope that it would make mummah a little bit kinder.
She also had to sign a paper. Mummah called it a contract. She did not really understand what it was until mummah explained that it was a foebah pwomise papew, then Uphie got it. She had to sign it, which consisted of her pressing on some color wawa and then leaving a hoofie mark on the foebah pwomise papew that was really fun and she also had to try and write her name on the papew, using one of those pens. That was also pretty fun. It reminded her of a time when she would make pretty pictures for mummah, with the papew and cwayons, but that was a time long gone, and as soon as she had signed the forever promise papew, the hard stuff began.
Mummah called it the Work Wagon. It looked like a vroom vroom munstah, missing the top half, and smaller, much smaller, with the Work Wagon only a little larger than her. It also did not use hooman magic to work, instead Uphie found herself tied to the Work Wagon by some rope and Uphie was told to pull. She hated it. The rope gave her shoulders and tummy place painful huggies and it took so much strength just to pull the Work Wagon. It was really tough. She did not understand why, but mummah said she just had to keep pulling on the Work Wagon until it said “congwatuwations” whatever that meant. She was also told that the Work Wagon would make loud noises if she stopped pulling for too long and would only stop making noises if she started pulling again. Not that Uphie really understood any of it. All she knew what that she had to pull the Work Wagon, and that was what she did.
The safe room had been changed to help with her work. The big boxies had been moved to the sides, and it gave Uphie this wide open space to pull this Work Wagon. Mummah even put little arrows on the floor, to show Uphie where to go, and for a while Uphie actually found it quite fun. Walkies and pulling the Work Wagon. It wasn’t actually that bad and for a while Uphie actually thought that this work thing mummah kept talking about was actually going to be okay.
However, the amused feeling soon disappeared. She was not sure how many forevers had passed, but the Work Wagon felt heavier and her weggies were starting to ache. Pulling the Work Wagon became tougher and she felt so tired. Uphie kept pulling, but it felt harder and harder the more she pulled and eventually she got so tired that she just needed to rest. Just a quick rest, she laid down and placed her head on the soft floor. The floor was so nice and soft, so much better than sleeping in the cold scawy outsie. It was nice for sleepies. Just a little sleepies and then she would go back to pulling the Work Wagon. Maybe after she was done, mummah would treat her a little better?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Her rest was interrupted by the Work Wagon making a loud noise. She got up in a panic and stared at the Work Wagon in horrid confusion. It was so loud! Was mummah gonna get angry at her?! She got so scared and tried to run, but she was still tied to the Work Wagon, so she began to pull. She kept pulling and pulling, trying to find a way out, when suddenly the noise stopped. The Work Wagon was quiet again and Uphie stopped moving, as she gave the Work Wagon a puzzled look.
“Mistah Wok Wagon nu noisy nu mo?” She asked in a confused tone.
There was no noise for a few seconds, and Uphie continued to inspect the Work Wagon when suddenly it went: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie panicked. It was so loud and Uphie wanted to run away again. She still could not escape the Work Wagon, so just pulled on it. Straining her weggies as she pulled with all her might, and again the noise just suddenly stopped. Uphie paused and stared at the Work Wagon in confusion. What was going on? Why did it make noises and then suddenly stop? What was Work Wagon doing? It was being quite annoying and Uphie was not having it.
“STAPH MAKIN WOUD NOISIE MISTAH WOK WAGON. GIB UWPEE HEARIE PWACE HURTIES!” She screamed.
No response. That really made Uphie annoyed. So it made really loud noises when it felt like, but could not be bothered to even give her a response? How rude. Her thoughts were interrupted when suddenly.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie panicked and she began hitting the Work Wagon.
“MISTAH WOK WAGON SO WOUD!! STAHPP MISTAH WOK WAGON!” She screamed.
Her screams were drowned out by deafening noises and eventually Uphie tried to run away. Again she had to pull the Work Wagon, and as she pulled the Work Wagon started making those loud noises. Uphie stopped. She was so confused and very irritated. What was going on, but she had started to notice a pattern. Everytime she moved, the Work Wagon stopped making a noise. She tried to test it. Stopping again and waiting, and there it was.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
“Stahp Mistah Wok Wagon!” Uphie pleaded.
Her pleas fell upon deaf ears, as the Work Wagon continued to screech and unable to take anymore of the loud noise, Uphie once again began to move, pulling on the Work Wagon as best as she could. It was so heavy and she was so tired. She wanted to rest, but the loud noises the Work Wagon made were so loud and scary that she dared not stop. She just kept pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling and pulling. The rope continued to give her shoulder and tummy place owwies and the Work Wagon was so heavy that all her weggies and all her hoofies hurt. She tried pleading again.
“Pwease Mistah Wok Wagon. Uwpee wan wittle sweepies. Pwease nu mak woud noisie. Pwease!”
She stopped and waited. Nothing. The Work Wagon was quiet and Uphie was going to sigh in relief when suddenly.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie panicked and she wanted to cry. She wanted to scream but could not even hear her voice, under all the loud ringing. She hit on the Work Wagon with her front hooves and gave the Work Wagon sorry poopies, but the Work Wagon did not stop and continued ringing so loudly that Uphie felt her hearing places were going to pop. She quickly began to march. Pull on the Work Wagon. Anything to make it quiet again. She pulled and pulled, and then it was quiet again.
There was no rejoicing. Only tears. A realization that she could not reason with Mistah Wok Wagon. She could not shout or give the Mistah Wok Wagon hurties, she could not plead or cry to make it stop. She could only keep pulling and pulling. Ignoring the hurties huggies that the meanie rope was giving her shoulder and tummy place. She ignored the pain in her weggies and hoofies, and she just kept pulling, hoping that it would soon end.
Uphie kept pulling Mistah Wok Wagon round and round the safe room, hoping that mummah would come in and tell her to stop. Maybe mummah was watching and would feel bad after seeing how hard she was struggling. This was really hard after all and mummah would get sad for making Uphie do this. Uphie kept imaging mummah bursting into the room and telling Uphie that she had been forgiven. Then Uphie could go back to being mummah foebah babbeh and have the happy life she deserved. Maybe even get mummah to make her proper sketti for being such a meanie munstah. However, hope could only get her so far and at some point, Uphie realized that mummah was not coming.
Maybe it was one forever or maybe two forevers later, she wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she was sure that she had been forgotten. This was going to be her life, pulling on the Work Wagon until she had no strength and then probably getting forever sleepies from too many hear place hurties. This was it. Her life could not get any worse. She was gonna get forever sleepies in the safe room that was not her safe room and she was gonna get forever sleepies all alone. No mummah. No Bestest babbeh. No Gweenie Wewe. No dummeh daddeh. Just her, all alone. This was the absolute worst.
She kept pulling and pulling. Not really sure what she was doing anymore. Her shoulder and tummy place felt so tight that she thought she would break, her weggies ached so much that she thought they were gonna snap, and her hoofies were giving her the worstest owwies that she thought she was going to lose them forever. Yet she kept pulling. She pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and rested then pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and rested then pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and rested then pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and rested then pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and rested then pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled
“Congratulations! You did it!” Came the Work Wagon.
She looked at Mistah Wok Wagon in confusion.
“Huh? Wha Mistah Wok Wagon sa?”
No response. The Work Wagon was silent and Uphie continued to stare at it, completely unmoving. It took her a while for her to realize it, but Mistah Wok Wagon wasn’t making any more loud noises! She couldn’t believe it. She could finally rest and mummah suddenly came in. Uphie was so overjoyed. This was it! What she had worked so hard for. After an eternity of pulling the stupid, noisy Mistah Wok Wagon, she had finally been forgiven. She ignored the pain in her weggies and stood on her hind legs, as she stretched her front legs wide open. After having to endure all that, a hug from mummah was just what she needed.
She did not get a hug. Nor a pet. Not even a smile. Instead, mummah just looked down at her with those cold eyes, not even bending down to get closer to Uphie. It was heartbreaking and in a desperate attempt for even a crumb of warmth and affection, Uphie pulled Mistah Wok Wagon as she tried to get closer and hug mummah weggies. Only to be left in disappointment when mummah backed away.
“Huggies are two Happy Coins, Uphie” Mummah said coldly.
Uphie looked down. This really was the worst. All that hard effort and mummah was still cold to her and Uphie could not help but cry.
“Y mummah stiww meanie. Uwpee hab so many hurties n owwies becaw of dummeh, woud mistah Wok Wagon n stiww mummah nu wuv Uwpee. Nu faiw! Nu faiw!”
Her outcry fell upon deaf ears, as mummah looked at her phone.
“Seventy five minute in total” Mummah said aloud.
Uphie looked at her blankly. She had absolutely no clue what mummah was talking about. However, she did understand that she got something for all her hard effort, when mummah dropped one of those circle things. It was a Hwappy Cwoin! She had gotten a Hwappy Cwoin! It made her so happy and she looked at her mummah with pride. She remembered what to do with a Hwappy Cwoin, and she pushed it towards mummah and ignoring all the pain in her weggies, she stood up on her hind legs and stretched both her front legs wide open.
“Wan Hawppy Cwoin fo wan Huggie pwease!”
“Uphie huggies are two Happy Coins.”
Uphie thought about it. Two Hwappy Cwoins. So a Hwappy Cwoin and another Hwappy Cwoin. She looked at mummah in disbelief.
“H… How Uwpee git twu Hawppy Cwoin?” She asked in shock.
“By pulling the Work Wagon until it congratulates you again”
She looked at the Work Wagon in horror. She would have to do all that just to get another Hwappy Cwoin? No fair! No fair! She was gonna cry out in protest, but mummah suddenly knelt down and raised a hand.
“Tell you what Uphie. Since it was your first time. We have a special offer for you. You can get one huggy for one Happy coin, but…”
Uphie could not believe it. She quickly grabbed her one Happy coin in her mouth, and was ready to offer it to mummah. However, mummah had stopped her. She had placed a finger on Uphie’s smell place, causing Uphie to back away a little bit from the pain.
“Let me finish” Mummah continued sternly. “The reason you get this offer is because you need to make a very important choice. You can either give me one Happy Coin for a hug or you can use that one Happy Coin to free Bestest babbeh from your old can. The choice is yours.”
Uphie looked down in shame. She had forgotten that Bestest babbeh was still trapped in her housie can and felt like such a bad mummah. So if she gave mummah one Happy Coin, Bestest babbeh would be free. However, mummah said that she could get a hug for one Happy Coin, meaning that she would not have to pull the Work Wagon again for a hug? Bestest babbeh or a hug from mummah. It was hard to decide and Uphie just had to ask.
“Can Uwpee get huggy and wet Bestest babbeh ou o housie can fo one Hawppy Cwoin?”
Mummah’s response was firm and simple “No.”
Uphie let out a whimper and looked down in tears. She had to choose and she felt like this was one of the hardest decisions in her life, but in the end, she knew what to do. She pushed forward the one Hwappy Cwoin and looked at mummah with determination.
“Uwpee wan huggy fo one Hawppy Cwoin”
She felt a little guilty, but then again Bestest babbeh was a bad foal like Gweenie Wewe, and having a hug from her beloved mummah was way more important. Mummah had a frown, but then she picked up the Happy Coin and nodded.
“Okay then. One Happy Coin for one hug then” Mummah said.
Suddenly mummah removed the rope thingy from Uphie’s shoulder and tummy place and picked Uphie up. Uphie was so happy as she felt herself gently lifted up by her beloved mummah and she quickly wrapped her front hooves around mummah’s neck, and practically melted as mummah’s own arms wrapped around her body. The warmth and softness. This was the mummah she missed so dearly. This was worth all that hard work with the Work Wagon, all the struggles, all the effort, and then it was gone.
Mummah pulled her away. She tried to grasp tightly, but mummah was too strong and she found herself back on the safe room floor. She looked down, unable to believe that the hug was done. It was so short and she had only just started to enjoy herself. She wanted another.
“Can Uwpee hab wan mo huggy?” She asked as cute as she possibly could.
“Go get me two Happy Coins then” Mummah replied coldly.
Uphie closed her see places and she could feel more tears dropping. She wanted to scream in protest, but all she could was make a pathetic whimper and she had no resistance as mummah tied the rope thingy around her shoulders and tummy place again. She looked at mummah pathetically.
“Ib Uwpee mak Mistah Wok Wagon sa congawwawaons agwain, Uwpee gi nother huggie?”
Mummah looked annoyed by that question and gave her a very mean look.
“How much are hugs, Uphie?” Mummah asked.
Uphie thought about it carefully. She did not want mummah calling her a dummeh.
“Twu Hawppy Cwoin?” She replied hesitantly.
“Correct”
Uphie smiled and was gonna cheer, but was interrupted by her mummah.
“How many Happy Coins do you have Uphie?”
Uphie thought about it carefully, then proudly announced “Wan!”
Mummah frowned. “Where is it?”
Uphie looked around in confusion. Where was the one Happy Coin she had just earned? Didn’t she give it to mummah? She gave mummah an innocent look and pointed at mummah’s pocket.
“Uwpee Hawppy Cwoin wit mummah” She announced.
“But that’s my Happy Coin”
“Huh?! Bu Uwpee mak Mistah Wok Wagon sa congw… Con… Congwau… N… n get Hawppy Cwoin.”
“Yes and then I got the Happy Coin for giving you a hug”
Uphie gave mummah an incredulous look. What? But she worked so hard to get that one Hwappy Cwoin and mummah just took it for one huggie?!
“Nu faiw!” Uphie screamed
Mummah shrugged “If you don’t want hugs anymore fine by me.”
That really made Uphie panic “nu nu nu nu nu! Uwpee wan! Uwpee wan!”
Mummah did no respond. She just rolled her see places again, which really gave Uphie heawt hurties and Uphie looked down on the ground.
“Uwpee mak so many walkies n hab su many weegie n heaw pwace hurties n onwy get one huggy?”
Mummah sighed. She sounded really annoyed, which made Uphie feel all the more terrible.
“Like I said… If you don’t want hugs anymore fine by me”
Uphie shook her head. She was starting to get annoyed. Why was mummah not getting it? She stomped her hoof on the floor in frustration, ignoring the pain, as she glared at mummah.
“Nu faiw! Nu faiw! Uwpee hab su many hurties n mak many walkies. Uwpee shud get many huggies! Nu faiw onwy wan huggie!”
Mummah rolled her see places again, which really upset Uphie. She wanted to scream, but mummah held her talkie place firmly shut.
“Life ain’t fair Uphie. That Work Wagon shit you’ve been doing. I’ve been doing that since you were born and I did it so you could get all the nice stuff. Your room, your toys, your food, your TV and all the other fucking stuff, and what did I get in return? A stupid ugly gross piece of shit that RAN AWAY!”
Uphie stared at mummah in frightened confusion. Mummah had shouted and that scared Uphie. She did not understand what mummah was saying, but she did realize that she had done something bad, as she could see mummah crying and suddenly dummeh daddeh came in.
“You okay Mii?” Dummeh daddeh asked.
Mummah was still crying, but her frown turned to a small smile when she heard dummeh daddeh voice and she quickly stood up to give dummeh daddeh a huggie. Uphie looked down. Something about what mummah had said had clicked. Mummah was also working very hard? Did mummah mean she was also pulling Mistah Wok Wagon? She wasn’t sure, but right now she knew that she had given mummah heawt hurties and that made her feel so terrible. She really did not want to be a bad Fluffy, and she really wanted mummah to forgive her, so she laid down and began to cry, to show mummah that she felt bad about giving heawt hurties, hoping the mummah would forgive her and stop all this.
“Uwpee sowwi mummah!” She wailed
Mummah did not say anything. She was just giving dummeh daddeh huggies.
“Uwpee sowwi mummah!” She repeated.
Dummeh daddeh was giving her an angry look, but mummah still had not said anything.
“Uwpee sowwi mummah” she said a third time.
Mummah suddenly stopped hugging dummeh daddeh. She gave him such a nice smile and kissie on the cheek. One that made Uphie feel really terrible. Why was mummah not giving her huggies n wuv? She said sorry three times already!?
“Thanks Lize… How’s Bestest babbeh doing?”
The mention of Bestest babbeh namesie caught Uphie’s attention.
“Uh… Fine I guess” Dummeh daddeh said “I removed the tape and drained the water, but she’s kind of hungry, should I let her out of the can now?”
Mummah gave Uphie a meanie look and shook her head. “Nope. Uphie paid for a hug instead of letting her Bestest babbeh go. Now Bestest babbeh will have to suffer the consequences.”
Uphie looked at mummah in horror. She had not realized what she had done, until mummah had pointed it out. Because she wanted a huggie, Bestest babbeh was still in the housie can, alone, hungwy and scaredies? She needed to save Bestest babbeh. She might have been a bad babbeh, but she needed to be a gud mummah at least. Then maybe mummah would wuv her again?
“Mummah. Pwease wet Bestest babbeh out o housie can.”
Mummah let out another annoyed sigh, but this time Uphie did not back down.
“Pwease wet Bestest babbeh out o housie can.” Uphie repeated, this time more firm.
“One Happy Coin” Mummah told her.
Uphie nodded and began pulling on the Work Wagon. From the corner of her eye, she noticed mummah look at her. She was not smiling, but she was not frowning either, not that it mattered. Uphie needed to free Bestest babbeh from the housie can. Mummah and dummeh daddeh left, and once again she was alone with the Work Wagon. She was tired and she wanted to rest, but she was determined to make Mistah Wok Wagon say congwatuwawawa again, earn that one Hwappy Cwoin and rescue her Bestest babbeh.
Millie stared at her phone. This Work Wagon device that she found online was quite impressive. Sturdy enough to take a beating from a full grown Fluffy, yet just light enough to still be pulled around, by a healthy, fully grown Fluffy at least. A protective casing to protect it from hoof attacks and fecal assualts. Made it easy to clean as well. An in-built harness that was designed to withstand Fluffy bites. Plus all those electronics. An alarm to combat prolonged rest and a bluetooth connection that provided live updates on Uphie’s progress. She clicked the restart button and the Work Wagon timer restated. Another hour of pulling for Uphie.
The plan was going kind of well. As well as a plan could go when constantly thrown astray by her emotional outbursts and impulse. She had to admit, quite a lot of luck made sure that things were still going smoothly, but her thoughts were interrupted, as she noticed her darling Alize looking at her with worry. He looked so cute, but she did feel guilty making him worry as such.
“I’m fine, Lize” She reassured softly.
Alize gave her a small smile, but he had this look of concern. Millie suddenly wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the lips.
“I’m fine” She reaffirmed with a sweet smile “No need to look so glum”
“Really?” Alize asked “Are you really okay?”
“Yes!” Millie said with an amused chuckle.
She noticed Alize looking back at the safe room door with a worried look. She gently held his cheeks, making him turn to face her.
“What’s wrong?” She asked in a gentle yet firm tone
“Is this really what you want?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“This work thing with Uphie. Will it really make you feel better?”
Millie looked at him in confusion. Not really sure where this question was coming from, but nodded.
“Yes. I am sure that this is what I want. I’m sure it will make me feel better”
Alize nodded and Millie stared at his face, trying to read his expression. A mix of hesitation and concern. It was adorable. Millie smiled and held his chin, forcing him to once again face her.
“Tell me what’s wrong” She commanded with a smile.
She watched as his cheeks turned a bright red and his eyes looked down shyly. God it was so cute. She just wanted to devour him then and there, but at the same time, it was obvious that something was bothering him, so Millie kept him pinned against the wall, waiting for him to explain.
“It’s just… Right now. You seem… Uh… More angry? Like I can’t see how this will bring you peace…”
Millie looked up in thought. She could kind of understand his sentiments. She had been behaving rather emotionally this whole morning, but at the same time, she really wanted to do this. Just give Uphie even a taste of what true hard work felt like and the feeling of knowing how rough reality truly was.
“It’s fine. She’s just being difficult now, because this is all new. I’m sure in a few days, once she gets used to all this. Things will get much better, and once she truly understands how tough adult life is, then I’m sure I will definitely start feeling better. A lot better!”
That answer seemed to satisfy Alize, and he gave her a small nod.
“Okay” he replied “If you are sure this will help you, then I won’t say anymore”
“It will!” Millie replied.
She hugged her boyfriend tightly and squeezed him hard, then kissed his cheek lovingly before turning away with a big grin. There were two other variables that she needed to integrate into her plan. That stupid noisy little brat, Bestest babbeh, and her new fuzzy little toy, Veve. She suddenly grabbed Veve and gave the little green foal a nuzzle.
“Who’s my adorable little Fluffy?” she asked in a playful tone.
“Wewe?” Her cute little foal asked.
“That’s right!”
She placed Veve on the table and began gently poking the foal’s belly, causing the foal to giggle about in glee. What an absolutely adorable cutie pie. Then again, all foals were cute. No matter color, pattern or mannerism. All foals were cute, especially their faces of despair.
“Dummeh munstah mummah mummah! Wet Bestest babbeh ou wite nao!” Came muffled screams.
Millie turned her attention to Bestest babbeh. The shit colored pig rat spawn was still inside Uphie’s old glass can. It was still trapped with its fur stained in feces and urine. A perfect setting for this disgusting abomination. She gave Veve a stuffed friend to play with, allowing her to focus all her attention on this unsightly little rat. She picked up the can and inspected the foal closely.
The thing was pouting and it was ugly. An assortment of dark brown shades that really made it look like a turd. Its mane and tail were growing and they were both the same shade of blonde as Uphie’s own mane and tail. The blonde and brown really did not mesh. They really made her ugly and she had those ugly hooves with that ugly face. What a combo. Shitty on the outside and shitty on the inside. Truest definition of a Shit Rat.
“You really are one ugly baby” Millie commented aloud
Naturally, Bestest babbeh did not take that well and the shit rat baby began pounding on the glass in anger, as she let out an irritating “Screeee” noise. Millie just scoffed, as she shook the can, causing Bestest babbeh to crash against the sides, screaming in anguish as it defecated itself. Fucking disgusting. She thought to herself. There was no sadistic amusement gained from this, no thoughts of justified karma, only pure disdain. This wretched creature only made her feel sick and she only tolerated it’s existence for the sake of teaching Uphie about the hardship of reality, but she knew she had to be careful, at one point she thought she had ruined the relationship between Uphie and Bestest babbeh beyond the point of repair.
She let out another sighed as she placed the can back on the table, and rubbed her forehead in frustration. She needed to calm down and focus. She had let her emotions get the better of her, one too many times and so many times she thought she had done something that completely ruined her plans, plus she had made her darling boyfriend worry about her too much. She needed to take a step back and calm down. She was just winging alot of this and it was only by luck that things were still going to plan.
There was also the matter of Veve. She stared at her adorable little baby Fluffy, still snuggling to her stuffed friend like the adorable bundle of joy she was. The faces of despair Veve would make, as she struggled desperately to gain the maternal affection of that sociopathic pig rat would be most delightful, but first she needed to make Uphie regain her love for Veve. There was most definitely a rift between Veve and her mother, and Millie needed to think of a way of balancing Uphie relationship towards Veve, making the mare both affectionate yet resentful towards her foal.
This was proving to be complicated but the despair on Veve’s face would be all the more delightful. Millie just needed to think about it carefully. However, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Her darling Alize was still looking glum, he said he was fine, but it was clear that this whole thing was bothering him. She looked at the clock. It had just turned to 12:00 pm. Perhaps a quickie and then lunch. She took Alize’s hand and led him to the bedroom for some much needed TLC.
Uphie had so many hurties and so many owwies and she was just so tired, yet all she could think to do was pull on the Work Wagon. She did not when she had started and she did not know when she would stop, but the thought of saving Bestest babbeh kept her motivated and only a few times did she have to endure the loud screeches of the Work Wagon to get some necessary rest. She walked with determination, yet knew better than to hope that it would all be over soon, she just pulled and pulled. She pulled for what felt like an eternity, ignoring this need for food and then suddenly.
“Congratulations! You did it!” Said the Work Wagon.
She looked at the Work Wagon in disbelief, but that disbelief quickly turned to joy, as she began to bounce up and down in happiness. The rush of completion felt so good, but then Uphie felt so tired. All the hurties and owwies felt even worse and Uphie just felt so sleepy. She lied down on the floor. She was so tired. She rested her head on the floor and closed her eyes. Just a quick nap then she would give mummah a Happy Coin to free Bestest babbeh.
“Wake up” came a voice, harsh and rude.
Uphie opened her eyes and mummah was there. She had a frown, but Uphie just felt so happy to see her.
“Mummah!” she cried, as she tried to hug mummah.
Mummah backed away, as that frown got all the bigger.
“You know the rules, Uphie. If you want a hug, that’s two Happy Coins.”
Uphie understood and nodded, but still looked down at the floor in disappointment. She thought mummah was nice to her, but no such luck, mummah was still being a meanie and she was still a bad Fluffy. She heard something drop in front of her and saw one Hwappy Cwoin. The results of all her efforts. She sighed in relief and noticed that mummah was holding the housie can, with Bestest babbeh still inside. Bestest babbeh looked so tired and she was looking at Uphie with sad eyes.
“Mummah… Hewp Bestest babbeh…” Bestest babbeh cried out weakly.
Uphie nodded with determination, and held the Hwappy Cwoin in her mouth as she approached mummah. She dropped the Hwappy Cwoin in front of mummah’s feet and declared.
“Wan Hawppy Cwoin. Pwease wet Bestest babbeh out o housie can.”
Mummah nodded, and with one swift motion, Bestest babbeh was free, dropped right in front of Uphie. It made Uphie so happy. She had done it. All that effort and she had freed Bestest babbeh. She felt like such a good mummah and Bestest babbeh gave her such a grateful smile.
“Tank yu mummah” Bestest babbeh whispered weakly.
That made Uphie all the happier, and she began to nuzzle her dear little foal, ignoring the fact that it smelt of poopies and pee pee. She was just so happy, but that happiness was short lived, as she felt her tummy place groan. The hunger had finally caught up to her, and when Bestest babbeh’s tummy also made a loud groan, she realized that Bestest babbeh was hungry too. She looked at mummah sheepishly.
“Can Uwpee n Bestest babbeh hab nummies?” She asked as politely as possible.
Mummah nodded and gave Uphie a piece of paper. There were large words on the paper, and Uphie had to read them out in order to understand them.
“Kwibbels… Wan H Cee?”
“Happy Coin” mummah inputted
Ohhhh! Okay so kibbles was one Hwappy Cwoin. Uphie understood that, as she moved to the next line.
“Pwemium kwibbels… Twu… Hwappy Cwoin?”
What was premium kibbles? Why did it cost more than normal kibbles? She looked at her mummah in confusion and it would seem that mummah could read her mind.
“Premium kibbles are tastier.”
Uphie thought about it, as she read the last line of the paper.
“Sketti… Fwive Hwappy Cwoin?”
She understood sketti, but how much was five Happy Coin? She thought about it carefully. She was able to recall that number. One Hwappy Cwoin + One Hwappy Cwoin + One Hwappy Cwoin + One Hwappy Cwoin + One Hwappy Cwoin? She looked at mummah in disbelief.
“Y Sketti su man Hwappy Cwoin?”
“Because sketties are special, right? So obviously they cost more than kibbles.”
Uphie could see the logic. Sketties were indeed special, so she could kind of see why they needed more Happy Coin. Kinda. She really wanted sketti, but as she looked at the numbers, she realized that she could only get Kibbles.
“Kwibbles pwease mummah” She requested kindly.
“Okay. One Happy Coin please”
Uphie nodded and went to get her Hwappy Cwoin. Only it was not there. It was gone. Where did it go? She looked around in bewilderment and then it hit her. She had already given her Hwappy Cwoin to mummah to free Bestest babbeh. So she had no Hwappy Cwoins left. Once again she began to panic, as she realized that she had to make the Work Wagon say congratulations again. It took so long the last two times, and both her and Bestest babbeh were so hungry.
“Uw… Uwpee… Hab… Hab nu Hwappy Cwoin…” She managed to utter amidst fearful trembles
“Then I guess you have no kibbles” mummah replied coldly.
Uphie stared at her mummah in horror. This couldn’t be. Was mummah really gonna let her starve? Her and Bestest babbeh. No. Mummah couldn’t be that much of a meanie munstah, right?
“Pwease mummah! Uwpee hab nu Hwappy Cwoin bu Uwpee n Bestest babbeh hab wostest tummy huties. Pwease ju gib wan kwibble.”
Mummah shook her head and Uphie broke down in tears. She couldn’t believe it. Her mummah was going to let her and Bestest babbeh starve?! She turned to Bestest babbeh. Her little foal stared back at her weakly, too tired and too hungry to make any noise. Bestest babbeh just stared at her, filling Uphie with guilt at being unable to provide nummies for her foal. Uphie turned to mummah again, this time look at mummah with determination.
“Pwease mummah! Uwpee pwomise tu be Bestest Fwuffy… N nu compwain wen pway wit Mistah wok wagon. Pwease gib Uwpee n Bestest babbeh wan nummies!” She pleaded
“Sorry Uphie” Mummah replied “You know the rules. No money. No nummy.”
Uphie stared at her mummah wide eyed with horror. This was too much. This was unfair. Mummah was being too much of a menie. She was really being a meanie munstah, yet Uphie knew she could not do anything. Mummah had already proven capable of getting really angry and giving worstest hurties if Uphie pushed her too hard, still Uphie needed a solution and she gave her mummah a desperate pleading, looking for even a crumb of sympathy. It seemed to work, as mummah suddenly sighed and nodded.
“Okay. Okay. I have a way for you to make a Happy Coin really fast.”
Uphie could not believe it. She nodded vigorously. She would do anything. Anything!
“I have a little Fluffy that needs some motherly love and if you can give that Fluffy the love she so desperately craves, then I will give you one Happy Coin. Okay?”
Uphie was nodding so fast that her head was getting dizzy. She could do this. Absolutely. She was a mother and she was full of love. This was going to be easy. Mummah opened the door and asked Uphie to follow. Uphie did without any hesitation. Her weggies and hoofies still hurt, but she ignored the pain, motivated by the need to feed herself and Bestest babbeh.
She went to the wiving woom. Dummeh daddeh was not there, he was in the nummie making place. She looked around. The wiving woom was so much warmer than her safe room. She actually felt kind of annoyed. Though she dared not mention it. Instead she waited where mummah told her to wait, on a nice soft carpet, filled with many huggy friends and many others toys. She recognized all those toys. They were all hers. Well they all once hers. Mummah made sure to remind her that they stopped being her toys when she ran away, and they all belonged to Gwennie Wewe now. The scent of her traitorous foal lingering on all the toys, was proof.
“Oh by the way” Mummah added “The Fluffy that wants your wuv and hug is Veve.”
Uphie stared at her mummah in horror. She said that she would do anything, but wuv and hugs to the dummeh meanie Gweenie Wewe who stole mummah away from her? Wuvs and hugs were only for mummah and good Fluffies. Gweenie Wewe was a bad Fluffy. A really bad Fluffy. It felt wrong, but the rumbling of her tummy place sought to prove otherwise and Uphie held back her protest in fear of being sent back without any nummies, and she noticed mummah giving her a rather scary look.
“Let me make this very clear, Uphie. I will only give you a Happy Coin if Veve says that she thinks you are a good mummah. ALSO, if you hurt Veve physically in any way, I am kicking you out of the house. Got it.”
Such a request really felt like an impossible task. The very idea of having to be a good mummah in front of her bad babbeh. It was like mummah had asked her to fight a munstah and win. This was the worst, but she knew better than to talk back to mummah and just nodded slightly.
“Understand?” Mummah said in a loud and scary tone.
“Uwpee undewstan!” Uphie exclaimed in fright “Undewstan!”
“What are you supposed to do?”
“Be gud mummah! Be gud mummah!”
“Promise?”
“Uwpee pwomise! Uwpee pwomise!”
Mummah still had a scary face, but said nothing as she left, allowing Uphie some time to calm herself down.
Yu namesie am Wewe, bu awso Gweenie babbeh? Yu hab twu namesies n twu mummahs: Mummah n Mummah mummah. Mummah am yu weal mummah n cawe fo yu in outside. Gibe many warmsie, nummies, huggies n wuv, bu mummah awso gib heawt hurties, caww yu noisie dummeh babbeh n bwame yu for Oddah Bestest gu way. Yu miss bwudahs. Bwue babbeh su bwave n stwong n Oddah Bestest su cute n huggy. Nao onwy hab meanie sistah, Bestest babbeh.
Yu dun get it. Mummah aways caww yu bad babbeh fo bein noisie babbeh su yu be quiet babbeh but Bestest babbeh aways su woud n Mummah dun cawe. Yu stiww bad babbeh n Bestest babbeh stiww gud babbeh. Yu weally dun get it n somtim yu feww dat Mummah nu wub yu wike Bestest babbeh, bu iz ok becaw Mummah stiww gib yu huggies n wuv, or yu hope. Yu scawded becaw Mummah gibe yu wots of scawy shouties nao
“Hi Veve” Mummah mummah said.
Yu wook at Mummah mummah in suwpwise. Mummah mummah am weiwd. Habe scawy smiwe, gib hurties and awso gib mummah hurties, bu Mummah mummah awso gib yu namesie, nummies, toysies, caww yu cute n gibe huggies n wuv. Su yu dun know ib Mummah mummah am weally scawy munstah o iz nice hooman, bu yu tink Mummah mummah nice hooman becaw yu ask if Mummah can gib huggies n wuv n Mummah mummh sa wii hewp.
Mummah mummah gib yu cwothes. Yu dun undewstan wat cwothes are, bu Mummah mummah sa is fo dwess uppie time. Dwess iz weiwd. Am nut fur dat go on top o fur, bu Mummah mummah sa yu wook pwetty. Heaw dat gib yu heawt happies, n Mummah mummah eban sa is mummah owd dwess. Mummah weaw dwess yu weaw nao mak yu su hwappy.
“Time to meet your mummah. Are you ready Veve?”
Yu gibe Mummah mummah many nods and Mummah mummah eban gib gud upsies. Gib yu many heawt happies wen Mummah mummah caww yu cute n yu hope Mummah sae da same. Yu see Mummah in big woom on soft fwoow wit aww yu toysies. Yu su hwappy tu see Mummah, but Mummah wook at yu n gib meanie wook. Yu get scawdies.
“Dat Uwpee dwess!” Mummah shoutie
“No, those are my clothes that I bought for you, but they stopped being yours when you ran away, they are for Veve now. My new Fluffy forever baby.”
Yu see Mummah nao hab saddies den wook angwy n mak stompies
“Dat nu faiw! Dat Uwpee dwess! Nut dummeh Gweenie Wewe!”
Yu wook down n hab heawt hurties. Y Mummah caww yu dummeh gain?
“For god’s sake Uphie. Those clothes are too small for you. Or are you just a mean little bitch who thinks I need your permission to give my new Fluffy some clothes?”
Yu dun undewstan wat Mummah n Mummah mummah tawk bout bu yu see Mummah hab saddies n yu dun kno y bu yu kno betch am baddie wurd. Yu dun wike dat Mummah mummah caww mummah dat n wan Mummah tu feew bettah.
“Pwease Mummah” yu sa tu Mummah mummah “Nu caww…”
“Dat nut yu mummah!” Mummah sa “Uwpee am Gweenie Wewe mummah! Dat am Uwpee mummah! Dummeh Gweenie Wewe”
Yu wook down n wan cwy. Y Mummah caww yu dummeh gain.
“Uphie!” Mummah mummah sa “You promised”
Mummah wook scawd n mak many noddies, den Mummah mummah gib yu tu Mummah n Mummah gib yu huggies. Yu shock. Y Mummah am nice nao? Yu dun kno, bu yu hab so many heawt happies. Yu snuggle Mummah n Mummah gib yu nicest huggies. Weally am bestest huggies n yu weally hwappy becaw yu wub Mummah so vewy vewy much.
“Wub mummah.” Yu say softly
Yu heaw mummah mak noise. Sound saddies bu sa “Wub yu tu Gweenie Wewe.”
Yu hab heawt hwappy tu heaw dat n yu nuzzle Mummah. Yu mak hwappy peep n Mummah waugh n caww yu gud babbeh. Gib yu pwetty smile n sa sowwi fo be meanie. Yu su hwappy, bu den yu heaw scawi noise fwom Mummah tummy pwace n gib Mummah scawded wook.
“Y Mummah tummy pwace mak scawi noisi?” Yu ask
“Becaw tummy hab hurties” Mummah sa
“Mummah hab nu nummies?” Yu ask
Mummah mak nod n pout “Nee Wan Hwappi Cwoin fo kibble n Mummah gib Uwpee Wan Hwappy Cwoin wen Wewe caww Uwpee gud mummah”.
Yu dun undewstan, bu yu du undewstan wast bit.
“Mummah am gud mummah” Yu sa
Mummah wook hwappy n wook at Mummah mummah, den Mummah mummah dwop weiwd wound tingy on fwwow. Suddenwy Mummah dwop yu n fwoow gib yu ouchies. Yu hab scawdies bu keep quiet n watch. Mummah put weiwd wound tingy in mouthie. Yu tink am nummie, bu Mummah den gib to Mummah mummah.
“Wan Hwappy Cwoin fo Kwibble, pwease Mummah!” Mummah sa
Mummah mummah mak nod den get weiwd wound tingy, den walkies away. Yu confuwsed n wook at Mummah. Mummah gib yu huggies gain.
“Tank yu fo caww Uwpee gud mummah! Yu gud babbeh n hewp mummah!”
Yu am gud babbeh dat hewp Mummah? Yu hab biggest heawt hwappies n gib mummah nuzzles n mo huggies n yu see Mummah wook at yu.
“Wewe hab hungwies tu?” Mummah ask
Yu shake head.
“Nu hab hungwies. Mummah mummah gib Wewe nummies aweady!” Yu sa wit big smiwe
Mummah dwop yu n fwoow gib yu ouchies gain. Yu wook at Mummah in confusion, bu see Mummah hab vewy angwy meanie face.
“Gweenie Wewe aweady hab nummies?!”
Yu nod
“Uwpee n Bestest babbeh hab tummy hurties bu Gweenie Wewe aweady hab nummies?!”
Yu hab scawdies. Yu dun kno wat yu do wong. Yu twy to wun way as Mummah wook wike gib yu hurties, bu Mummah mummah gib yu upsie. Mummah mummah tak yu away. Yu heaw Mummah caww yu dummeh gain. Caww yu dummeh obah n obah. Gib yu wowstest heawt hurties. Yu wook at Mummah mummah. Mummah mummah hab scawy smile gain. Yu scawd. Yu sad. Y Mummah meanie gain. Y Mummah mummah scawy gain. Yu dun feew wike gud Fwuffy. Yu tink yu du somtim weally wong. Yu tink dis aww yu fauwt. Yu wan cwy.
Alize had just watched the whole thing from the kitchen and he had to admit it was actually painful to watch. He knew Millie had planned for this to happen. Her smile told him so, but at the same time, fuck Uphie. She really was a dreadful bitch mare. Did she really get angry that her foal had gotten food? Even if she was starving, such behavior was absolutely vile. Fuck. She was a prime example of why he hated Fluffies. Fucking entitled selfish pieces of shit, and even as Millie took Veve away, she was still screaming about Veve being a dummy and how it was unfair that Veve got food and she did not.
“Shut it Uphie” Alize said
The sounds of screaming promptly stopped. Alize could see her looking at him in fear. She had her hooves to her mouth, as she remained sat in the living room, on the carpet in between the TV and the sofa. She had defecated herself again. Un-fucking-believable. He didn’t even shout, just raised his voice slightly to tell her off. Luckily it was not much. Her tank must have been running empty, but still there was still that gross sticky chunk of turd on Millie’s nice carpet. Uphie was looking down in shame.
“Uwpee hungwy” Went the needy little shitrat.
“Then go eat that nasty shit you left on the carpet” Alize retorted
The look of horror on her face felt so obnoxious, though to be fair she probably thought he was serious. Not that he cared. His opinion of Uphie had fallen to the equivalent of a shit covered cockroach. As far as he was concerned, she was on the same level as those Shit Rats foal fuckers, and even just looking at her made him feel disgusted. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and grabbed some wet tissues to clean her mess. While he was picking up the turd, he felt her horrid hoof touching his arm, causing him to cringe.
“Wa… Wan Hawppi Cwoin fo Kwibbles, pwease dum… Pwease daddeh.” She muttered.
Alize ignored her. As he stood back up and walked to the kitchen to discard the soiled wet tissue. He could hear Uphie follow. The sound of soft hooves on wooden floors and her annoying hu hu hu noise.
“Pwease daddeh… Uwpee gib Wan Hawppy Cwoin fo Wan Kwibbles…”
“Where’s your Happy Coin?” Alize asked.
“Wit mummah!” Uphie replied, pointing at the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
“Then wait for your mummah to give you kibbles.”
“Bu… Bu… Uwpee suuu hungwy.” she muttered as let out those whiny whimpers.
“Not my problem” Alize replied firmly.
Uphie began to cry again and Alize rolled his eyes. He wanted to smack her face, but wondered if that might compromise Millie’s whole plan. What even was this plan? When Millie told him about it last night, it seemed kind of solid, but seeing it in action it felt cumbersome, and clearly it was making her distraught. However, it would seem that Millie really, really wanted to do this. So right now, the best idea was to let this pan out and see where it would go. Hopefully Uphie would adjust to her new life and give Millie closure. Hopefully Uphie got used to this soon.
He ignored the pleading bitch mare and went into her former safe room / storage room. Bestest babbeh was lying on the floor, looking very tired and very hungry. It did not even have the energy to scream or insult him. Uphie, who had followed him into the safe room, immediately ran to her foal’s aid and scooped the foal, rocking it left and right within her front legs.
“Pwease daddeh. Uwpee n Bestest babbeh am su hungwy. Pwease wan kwibbles, aweady gib wan Hawwpy Cwoin fo Kwibbles.”
“Like I said. Wait for mummah to give you kibbles. I’m busy looking for your litter box.”
Luckily the boxes were all labeled, and in the box marked Fluffy care, was Uphie’s luxurious litter box. One of those fancy box-type litter boxes with self cleaning function and hygiene sensors.
“You remember how to make good poopies, right?”
Uphie nodded before going back to the previous topic “Uwpee n Bestest babbeh hungwy” she moaned.
“Yeah. Yeah. Make sure Bestest babbeh knows how to make good poopies, okay?”
Uphie nodded again, as she began tapping Alize’s leg “Uwpee n Bestest babbeh hungwy” she repeated.
“Stop bothering daddy, Uphie” Came Millie’s voice.
Her tone was commanding and she had a very stern face. She also had a bowl of kibbles with water in hand and placed it down. Uphie’s eyes lit up and she scrambled to the bowl. She began stuffing her face, ignoring Bestest babbeh as it tried to crawl towards the bowl. Alize could not help but frown. Uphie was a terrible mother and he would have felt sorry for Bestest babbeh, except Bestest babbeh was just as much of an annoyance as its mum, so it was hard to feel much sympathy for the brat. .
“Oh you got out the litter box. How thoughtful.” Millie commented, as she planted a kiss on Alize’s cheek.
Alize gave her a smile, then went back to watching Bestest babbeh, watching as the starving foal continued to slowly crawl towards the bowl of kibbles, desperately trying to get nourishment.
“Mu… Mummah…” Bestest babbeh cried out weakly “Bestest babbeh… Hungwy.”
Alize continued observing Uphie’s incompetence. She had finally noticed and looked at Bestest babbeh with embarrassment. She dragged the bowl of kibbles and water towards Bestest babbeh and helped Bestest babbeh up, so that it could stuff it’s face with the food, luckily for Bestest babbeh she had not devoured everything, so there was some kibbles and water left. Then Uphie looked at Millie and she raised her head up high, beaming with pride, as though she had done something praise worthy.
“Uwpee am gud mummah” Uphie proudly announced.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Alize cried out aloud.
Alize was stupefied by such a lack of self-awareness and he just felt so fucking disgusted. He scoffed in contempt and walked out. Fuck her. He had enough of this entitled shit rat.
Uphie watched dummeh daddeh storm out of the not safe room safe room. He had a meanie face before he left. The kind that made her feel like a bad Fluffy, but then again she did not like dummeh daddeh herself. She just wanted mummah to be proud of her, but mummah did not look impressed. She was not smiling, as she put the Fluffy carrier on the floor, next to some of the boxes.
“This is your bed, Uphie” Mummah said, tapping the Fluffy carrier.
Uphie looked at her in shock. What?! But that Fluffy carrier was not comfy. It was like sleeping in her forest nestie. She shook her head in protest.
“Nu mummah. Wewwe Uwpee beddie? Da castwe beddie.”
“I gave it to my friend” Mummah replied coldy
“Huh?! Y! Dat Uwpee bed!”
“No it’s not. It stopped being your bed when you ran away. Besides, I had no Fluffy and my friend had Fluffies. So I gave the castle bed for her to use.”
Uphie was stunned. She really had no come back because she did run away, but still to have the Fluffy carrier as a bed, it was too cruel.
“Can… Can mummah gib Uwpee nyu castwe beddie?” She asked meekly
Mummah’s response was a firm and resounding “No.”
Uphie let out a whimper, as she thought about it. “Uwpee hab oddah beddie befo, can Uwpee hab dat?”
“What? Your box bed. It’s too big for you and besides, Veve is currently using it.”
Uphie felt a little irked hearing her dummeh Gweenie Wewe’s name, especially knowing that Gweenie Wewe got to sleep in one of Uphie’s nice comfy beds, while she and Bestest babbeh had to sleep in the cold, hard Fluffy carrier, but she ignored the feeling, she had a more pressing matter at hand. She needed to think of an alternative, and as she thought about it, she remembered that she had many other beds besides the castle bed and the box bed, but she could vaguely remember them. They were all kind of a blur.
“Wat… Wat… Wat about Cwicle Fuzzy beddie?”
“Oh! I think I still have that.”
Uphie watched as mummah went through one of the boxes and pulled out her circle fuzzy bed. There it was. Circle, fuzzy and pink.
“Dat wan!” Uphie cried out with glee.
“Ten HC please” Mummah responded.
Uphie gave her an incredulous look. Ten Hwappy Cwoins? How much was that? She thought about it, but could not figure it out. She didn’t want mummah calling her a dummeh again, but she had no clue.
“H… How many am Twen Hwappy Cwoins”? She asked as cutely as possible, hoping that she could avoid hearing meanie words from mummah.
Mummah got a paper and drew it. A 1 and a 0. Uphie understood. It was a 1… And no number? That was weird. Uphie thought about it, and she realized what it was. It was just 1 Hwappy Cwoin. Oh that was easy and she knew what to do, but as she looked at the Work Wagon, she felt hesitant. She still had hurties all over her weggies and she really did not want to get hear pwace hurties again. She needed another way to get Hwappy Cwoins.
“Mummah” She asked softly “Iz oddah way tu get Hwappy Cwoin? Nu wan pway wit Mistah Wok Wagon.”
“Well Veve doesn’t want any huggies and wuv from you…”
Uphie scoffed when she heard that. Even if that was an option, there was no way she would agree to give her stupid Gweenie Wewe anymore huggies n wuv. Luckily mummah had provided her with her options.
“Oh right. In your contract, there are two more ways to get Happy Coins: Hurt Button or Scary Box. You are allowed to do both once a day, so which one?”
Hurtie button or scawi boxie? Both sounded terrifying to Uphie, yet the thought of playing with Mistah Wok Wagon again, as well as the thought of having sleepies in the Fluffy carrier, were both just as bad, so Uphie could only concede to her fate. She thought about it long and hard. Hurtie button gave hurties and scawi boxie gave scaries, but how scary could a box really be?
“Scawi boxie” She said with confidence.
She was so sure that the box would not scare her. An easy way to get a Hwappy Cwoin, and she could get that nice beddie for her and Bestest babbeh. She watched as mummah left the room and turned to Bestest babbeh who was feeling alot better after her meal, and was nuzzling her mummah in appreciation.
“Dun wowwy Bestest babbeh. Mummah am gud mummah n get hawppy cwoin fo soft beddie. Su we nu hab sweepies in coldie hawd Fwuffy cawwiew.”
“Mummah da bestest!” Bestest babbeh cheered “Hewp Bestest babbeh wet ou o housie can, get Bestest babbeh nummies n nao nyu beddie!”
As Bestest babbeh continued singing praise, Uphie felt her spirits lift. She had been feeling like a bad Fluffy with mummah, but Bestest babbeh had reminded her of what she really was: A good mummah and a Fluffy who was brave and strong. She nodded with reaffirmation and looked at Bestest babbeh with pride.
“Dat wight, Bestest babbeh. Uwpee am Bestest mummah n Bestest babbeh am Bestest babbeh!”
Bestest babbeh cheered and had a big smile, making Uphie feel all the better, but as Uphie thought of her title as Bestest mummah, she began to remember some of the things she had done earlier. She had done Bestest babbeh wrong and the guilt was slowly eat at her.
“Uwpee am sowwi Bestest babbeh. Am meanie mummah dat gib Bestest babbeh owwies n heawt hurties. Am onwy becaw Bestest babbeh act wike bad babbeh”.
Bestest babbeh seemed surprised by this, but also looked down in shame.
“Be… Bestest babbeh am sowwi mummah fo bein bad babbeh”.
With this exchange of apology and a strong, loving hug, whatever misgivings the Fluffy mare and her child were all forgotten and the bond between the two was stronger than ever. Uphie knew that she could depend on Bestest babbeh. Not like Gweenie Wewe. Gweenie Wewe was the worst and it seriously pissed her off how Gweenie Wewe could betray her like this. Steal her own mummah and abandon her real mummah. Gweenie Wewe was seriously the worst and Uphie had to vent.
“Bestest babbeh weally am Bestest, nu wike Gweenie Wewe. Gweenie Wewe am su bad babbeh. Steaw mummah. Steaw housie. Steaw nummies.”
Bestest babbeh nodded intently listening with her full undivided attention, and Uphie felt proud to have such a wonderful foal. She was gonna continue venting, but the door suddenly opened. Mummah had opened the door and dummeh daddeh had come in with some big box. He placed the box on the floor and it made a thud, and Uphie stared at the boxie wondering what it was.
“Thanks baby. It really wasn’t too heavy was it?” Mummah asked
“Nah. No problem. Warehouse boy y’know”
Mummah giggled and Uphie wondered what they were talking about, while dummeh daddeh pulled something out of the box. It was another boxie but black and shiny. It looked really interesting and even dummeh daddeh seemed interested.
“Woah” He said “Is this some kinda super PC?”
Mummah made another giggle and Uphie could not help but feel a little jealous. She remembered a time when she would make mummah giggle. It gave her heawt hurties that she could not anymore. She knew that she was a bad Fluffy, but she could at least try, right?
“Mummah wook!” She said.
She was still quite tired from all the walking and pulling, but managed to shake her front weggies left and right. She still remembered how to dance, and she remembered that mummah would at least smile if not giggle whenever she did this dance, but mummah did not even smile this time, she simply ignored Uphie and stared at Bestest babbeh instead.
“Y’know. Bestest babbeh is such a long, stu… It’s a long name. You don’t mind if I give her a new name, do you Uphie?”
Uphie quickly nodded. She considered it an honor having mummah give Bestest babbeh a proper name, but Bestest babbeh did not feel the same, and was quick to vocal her protest.
“Nu! Bestest babbeh am namesie fwom mummah. Nu wan nyu namesie.”
Uphie quickly put her hoof over Bestest babbeh’s talkie place.
“Dun sae dat Bestest babbeh. Nyu namesie fwom mummah mummah am gud. Mummah wan Bestest babbeh tu hab nyu namesie su mo specaw.”
Bestest babbeh looked like she wanted to protest, but quickly looked down and nodded.
“Oke… Bestest babbeh hab nyu namesie, bu onwy becaw mummah wan”
Uphie nuzzled her foal. Such a good babbeh. Uphie felt so lucky to have such at least one good foal and she looked at her mummah with a mix of pride and anticipation, wondering what beautiful name her mummah would bestow upon her bestest babbeh.
“How about Shit Fucker?” Dummeh daddeh suggested.
Both Uphie and Bestest babbeh were horrified by such a cruel suggestion, and Bestest babbeh began to scream “Nu wan! Dummeh daddeh! Nu wan! Nu wan! Nu wan!”
Uphie looked at her mummah in disbelief. There was no way that mummah would give Bestest babbeh such a terrible name, but she began to grow scared when she saw mummah smile.
“Nu mummah! Swit Fwuckew am wostest namesie. Pwease nu gib tu Bestest babbeh.”
“Calm down. As lovely of a suggestion as it was, it is still quite a mouthful… How about Prie?”
Pwie? Uphie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. What a lovely name, and even Bestest babbeh seemed to think that was a nice name.
“Wuv Pwie!” Uphie replied .
“Pwie! Pwie! Pwie!” Pwie cheered in agreement.
With the matter of a new name settled, Uphie felt close to mummah again and walked up to give her mummah weggies huggies, but mummah suddenly stepped back.
“You know the rules, Uphie. Two Happy Coins for a hug.”
Uphie let out a whimper. She thought that she had gotten closer to mummah, but mummah was still a meanie. That’s right. She still needed to earn Hwappy Cwoins, and she needed one to get that nice beddie. She looked at the black shiny boxie that dummeh daddeh had put on the floor.
“Am dat scawi boxie?” She asked.
Mummah nodded. “That’s the scary box. Once you go in, you won’t be able to leave until the scary box lets you go. After it lets you go, I’ll give you one Happy Coin. Do you understand?”
Uphie nodded, though not quite sure what that meant exactly. Regardless. She was determined to earn the one Happy Coin and get that comfy beddie for her and Bestest babbeh. She began to puff her cheeks, as she mentally prepared, but she was not prepared for what mummah would do next. Mummah suddenly lifted her up and placed her on her back, preventing Uphie from standing upright. She wiggled her weggies helplessly in the air as she stared in surprised terror, fearing more hurties, but the fear turned into surprise as mummah put on something on her lower half.
It took her a few seconds, but she realized what it was. She remembered seeing it on TV so long ago. It was a diaper. Something that hoomans put on Fluffies who made too many bad poopies. She remembered seeing that Fluffy being laughed by all those other Fluffies and being called a poopie baby.
“Nu! Nu! Nu! Nu put diawpe! Uwpee nu am poopie babbeh!” She screamed.
Her pleas fell upon deaf ears, as mummah wrapped the diaper tight. It felt so weird. She could feel it rubbing on her bum, covering her poopie place and pee pee place. She really did not like it, but she could not remove it either. Pwie tried to help. She tried screaming at mummah to free Uphie, but mummah ignored her as she lifted Uphie. All that bravado from earlier was lost. She was trembling, as she noticed that the scary box had opened on one side. Uphie was mortified with fear, as mummah put Uphie on some table with holes for her weggies.
It was weird. Uphie could not feel the floor with her weggies, but mummah did something and Uphie began to move inside the boxie, even though she was not walking. It felt like she was being eaten and any belief that this boxie could not scare her, quickly disappeared as she saw the boxie door close. It was so scary. It was so dark that he could not see anything and she could no longer hear Bestest babbeh screaming. It was so quiet. It scared her, then suddenly.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The noise was so sudden. So deafening. Uphie screamed in terror and made scardey poopies. She could feel it trapped between the diaper and her bottom. It felt so uncomfortable, but such discomfort were insignificant compared what came next. The screen in front of her lit up and there was a foal in front of her. It was tied up on its back with it’s weggies spread wide. The look of fear on the face of the foal, as it pleaded for mercy. “Pwease nu huwties. Am onwy wittle babbeh!”
The foal continued to struggle. It was just there. Helpless and alone. It was disconcerting and Uphie really wanted to help them. She wanted to help the poor little foal, but she could not move, her weggies were still stuck in the table with holes. She could only watch, still recovering from the previous scare, when suddenly a knife sliced the foal’s belly and all its guts came spewing out. Lungs, spleen, intestines, blood. It took Uphie a second to process what she had seen and suddenly she screamed.
“Baaabbeeeeehhhh!?!?!”
It was horrible. It was the absolute worst. Uphie could not watch anymore. She closed her see place in an attempt to avoid the horrid scene, but her hear place could hear the sound of many foals in distresses. Over a dozen foals screaming: “Hewp!” , “Pwease sabe babbeh!”, “Nu mo hurties” and such. Her smell place could also smell the stench of dead foals. It was all too much. She didn’t want this anymore.
“Nu wan! Nu wan! Uwpee nu wan scawi boxie anymo! Mummah pwease wet Uwpee out!”
Suddenly everything stopped. It was dark in the box again and it was silent. Nothing was happening. Uphie tried to break free, but she was stuck and could only look around at the darkness that surrounded her. She hated this. She really hated this box. She wished she never told mummah that she would do this. She wished that mummah never made her do all this Hwappy Cwoin stuff, but there was no more time to wallow in misery as the screen in front of her lit up again. A friendly man stood in front of a plain white background, with a very nice and reassuring smile. The kind that put Uphie at ease.
“Pwease mistah” Uphie pleaded “Uwpee nu wan scawwi boxie anymo. Wan…”
“Hi!” Came the smiling man from the scream
“Hewwo mistah” Uphie replied “Ca…”
“Hello. Stop me if I’m wrong. You’re a Fluffy, right?”
Uphie nodded “Ye…”
“You have a hooman owner too, right?”
Uphie didn’t like how this guy kept interrupting her, but she nodded, as he was right again.
“You are Shit Rat, right?”
The man had called her such a mean thing, but she was more scared about what she was hearing and saying. The way he said that. It was scarier. Deeper. It felt weird, and the background behind the man had turned red. The man himself had become scary. His see place too big. His smile too wide. Uphie could also hear whispers. She did not understand them, but they were so scary and Uphie had to shut her eyes again, but it was like the man had seen that because he replied. “If you close your eyes a Fluffy dies.”
Dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. Close your eyes and a Fluffy dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. Whispered the voices around her. She opened them in fright. She did not want forever sleepies. She did not want to look, but she was scared and kept her eyes focused on the screen, as the screen changed to one of a very long hallway. The camera moving through the hallway, the darkness constantly keeping the far end hidden. Nothing scary was happening, but Uphie could hear scary music and it made her so scared. She hated this. She really hated this. She really, really, really hated this.
“Pwease mistah! Uwpee nu wan walkies anymo. Nu wan. Nu wan. Can mistah pwease wet Uwpee ou o scawi boxie? Pwease mistah!”
No response. The screen continued to show the scene of the long hallway, as the music got louder and louder and then it stopped. The camera stopped and from the darkness emerged a man in a scary mask. The man pointed at Uphie.
“I’m coming for you” he uttered.
Uphie screamed and she once again made more scary poopies and peepees. She wanted out. She wanted out right now and began shaking about, desperately trying to break free. There was another foal on screen. With hooks on his hoofies. It was screaming. Loud, primal screams of absolute pain, and Uphie could only watch as it’s weggies were slowly ripped from it’s body. Slowly. Painfully slowly. Uphie felt sick. She wanted to close her eyes, but she did not want forever sleepies, so she tried to look away, but from the corner of her eyes, she could still see the weggies get pulled off.
Snap. All four weggies were suddenly ripped off and the foal fainted. Uphie stared in horror. The foal was just there. Silent and unmoving, surrounded by boo boo juice, sicky wawa, bad poopies and bad peepees. It was just the foal there for a few seconds. Then WHAM something smacked the foal and it was nothing more than a splattered puddle of red.
Uphie stared in stunned silence, then she let out another scream. Less of horror and more of despair. This was hell and she could not leave. The sounds of foals crying in agony, pain and despair filled the air and the next video played. A foal with no weggies. A bunch of wormy munstah squirming on the foal’s back. The wormy munstahs began crawling around the foal, and the foal could only make helpless chirp. The scene showed what the wormy munstahs were doing, eating the foal slowly, while it was alive. It made Uphie sick. It made her want to cry. It made her want to run away.
Next scene. A Fluffy simply stared at her with pitch black eyes. Bright red fur, with a horn and wings. It just stared at her with a sharp teeth grin, and though its mouth did not move, a voice spoke to Uphie.
ﺎ 𝓈℮𝝔 𝛾০𝞄
Uphie screamed. She shook her head in terror. She did not want this munstah to see her. She wanted to run. She wanted this to be over. She could only tremble as the munstah Fluffy began to walk towards her. Slowly getting closer and closer.
“STAPHHHH!” She screamed “Nu com! Nu com! Dun wan! Dun wan!”
The munstah Fluffy suddenly appeared right in front of the screen and the screen went red.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie’s heaw pwace was assaulted by a series of deafening noises. It was too much. Uphie felt her thinky place get dizzy. She had lost all strength, and then she fainted.
“Oh fucking hell” Millie exclaimed in a panic.
She had just been eating lunch with Alize, and had just taken a glance at the monitor connected to the hidden camera inside the Hasbuse Nightmare Box, and she could see that Uphie had passed out. She had no idea how long Uphie had been like this, but it could not have been for too long, it had only been ten minutes since she put Uphie inside.
“Wh… What happened?!”
“Fucking Uphie”
Ignoring further inquiries, she pressed the release button on the monitor and ran into the safe room to check on Uphie. She pulled the Fluffy out of the tray and carefully inspected her. No foam in the mouth and signs of breathing. Millie sighed in relief. She didn’t have a heart attack, just fainted. Millie clicked her tongue, feeling annoyed that she wasted her breath on her shitty runaway, but at least Uphie didn’t die. The thought of all that effort teaching Uphie about a basic monetary system, and if this shit bag were just to straight up die. Fuck that would have been infuriating.
“You okay?” Alize asked from the door.
Millie nodded with a smile “Thanks baby. Just saw Uphie had passed out. I thought she had a heart attack.”
“So… she’s okay?”
“Yeah. Just fainted, I think.”
Alize nodded and began to inspect the Nightmare Box. He was looking for something, but he couldn’t find it and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“I can’t believe you paid a thousand for this, and…”
“Please don’t.”
“Not that. I’m just thinking if I sold this for a thousand, with the aim of scaring a Fluffy shitless, I would have at least added a heart rate monitor.”
Millie nodded in agreement. A heart rate sensor would have been nice, but she was feeling more bitter about spending so much money on what was essentially a glorified sound-proof box with a screen, speakers, and smell sprays. A purchase she had made back when she was depressed, bought out of impulse as she imagined using it on her runaway. Such a fucking waste. It was too effective. Uphie would probably never choose this again. She was just glad Alize said nothing more. She didn’t want another discussion about spending too much money on Fluffy related products. It would just remind her of their heated discussions in the past.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the muffled screams of Bestest babbeh, which could still be heard despite the fact that she had put the tiny pig rat in a small metal box. How was such a small thing capable of making so much noise? Millie didn’t know and she didn’t care. She was feeling frustrated and this little shit rat was pushing all the wrong buttons. She stormed out of the safe room and came back with a large wooden spoon from the kitchen, which she promptly used to smack the side of the box, making a loud and resounding BANG.
That shut Prie up, but a few seconds later the tiny turd pig began acting up again and throwing another tantrum. Millie responded with another hard smack to the side of the box, making another reverberating BANG, deafening enough to silence the foal. Yet again, as though fueled by pure spite, Prie began to throw another tantrum. Millie would have found it astounding, if she were not so irritated. This creature was just like her mother: clueless, stubborn and exasperating. Both seemingly incapable of giving Millie even a moment of peace.
She put the metal box down, and just began banging on the lid. Hitting it hard and incessantly, as though playing a drum. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Prie had stopped making a sound a few smacks ago, but Millie continued hitting the lid. Hitting it as though she was trying to hammer the lid stuck and seal the little turd inside the box forever, letting out all her resentment on this inanimate object, and she only stopped because Alize had held her hand.
“Deep breaths.” He ordered.
Millie took a deep breath and sighed. That felt better. She looked at the box. The repeated assault had left dents on the lid and there were no more sounds coming from inside. Millie wondered if Prie had fainted from all the noise, and tried to open the lid. She had really done a number on the lid and it took a considerable amount of force to pry it open. Fortunately for Prie, it opened and Millie looked down on the foal, as it looked back at her in terror. Prie was sat on a puddle of her own waste, trembling in fear, with her hooves covering her ears.
“Oh does the loud rat not like loud noises?” She asked sarcastically.
No retort. Prie remained shaken and terrified, still desperately trying to cover her ears. Millie rolled her eyes and scoffed in disgust. Typical. All bark. No bite. Just as pathetic as her mother. She turned her attention back to Uphie. Sleeping Poopy was still unconscious and as Millie inspected the mare, she had finally noticed the diaper already bulging with waste. She was smart to put a diaper beforehand and cringed at the thought of washing the Nightmare Box, though for a thousand dollars, you would think they would add a self-cleaning feature or something. To be fair, Hasbuse was a subsidiary of Hasbio, and like the parent company, profit was far more important over design, and she was the suckerwho bought the product in the first place. so she couldn’t really complain.
She rubbed her forehead in annoyance. Thinking about the money she just wasted was irritating. She already bought it and Hasbuse never did refunds, so there was no use crying over spilt milk, instead she focused on the diaper, observing the white cotton that had turned a filthy mix of brown and yellow, swelled quite noticeably. On any other Fluffy, the thought of leaving them trapped wearing the diaper would have filled her with sadistic amusement, but on Uphie it just filled her with disgust, another issue with her run away. A coward with poor bowel control.
Maybe she should force Uphie to pay her a Happy Coin to remove the diaper, but what if Uphie refuses to pay and the diaper ends up exploding? She cringed at the thought of having to clean up a mess consisting of bodily waste build up. Straight up foul. She bent down and removed the diaper. The stench was repulsive and the feces and urine that stained the diaper looked vile. The fur covered by the diapers was also painted brown with shit. Such an off-putting sight yet fitting for this entitled shit rat. She stared at it, wondering if she should clean the fur or leave it stained. Uphie would definitely turn the safe room into a pigsty with a dirty ass like that, and she might get a rash, which might complicate things, but she was still feeling pissed, and really didn’t want to do anything nice for Uphie.
She thought about asking Alize if he could give Uphie a wash, but she remembered him complaining about how filthy Uphie was, covered in multiple layers of filth as though she was trying to be Schwarzenegger hiding from the Predator, and how vexing it was to give Uphie a wash. She did not want to bother him again, especially after everything he had already done for her, but it was like he had read her mind.
“Want me to clean Uphie?” He offered politely.
Millie planted a kiss on his cheek. Such a kind gesture, but it just made her think of all the times she forced Alize to clean up Uphie’s shit. Imagine making your boyfriend come all the way out here in the boonies and then asking him to clean the ass of some disgusting oversized rat pig. No. There was no way she could let him. Millie sighed and resigned herself to her fate, as she tossed the filthy diaper in the trash.
“No. No. I’ll give her a wash” she replied in defeat.
She lifted Uphie up by the mane, and she could see Uphie wincing in pain, but the mare had not woken up. That made it easy when she brought Uphie in the bathroom and placed the filthy pig rat in the tub, then she grabbed the shower head and immediately set it to high pressure, cleaning off all the filth from her ass with strong jets of cold water. It was both strong and cold enough to wake Uphie up and the mare began to scream in a panic as she expelled more excrement all over the tub. Millie let out a long, displeased sigh.
“Wawa bad fo Fwuffy!!!” Uphie screamed.
Millie responded by spraying the cold jets of water onto Uphie’s face, causing the mare to scream in terror as she desperately tried to protect her face with her hooves, though it did a poor job of protecting her face. Millie pulled the shower head away. She did not feel any satisfaction in that, just revulsion at how pathetic this thing was, and if she had continued, Uphie would have probably drowned. She stopped the water and paused. She needed to calm down, she was being too emotional again. She really needed to calm down.
She said nothing as she stared at Uphie in silence. The Fluffy sputtered out some water before turning to her in fear. She had tears in her eyes and that hurt look of betrayal, letting out a soft whimper, as it trembled. She looked absolutely pathetic with that miserable face and her soaked fur, and when Millie raised the shower head, Uphie was quick to let out another scream as she tried to protect her face.
“Pwease mummah!” Uphie pleaded “Wawa bad n tuu cowdsie.”
Millie did not respond as she turned the water on again, but only to get rid of the waste staining her tub. Uphie just sat there with a big frown. She was giving Millie one of those pitiful, helpless looks. Only Uphie would be oblivious enough to think that she could garner any sympathy from someone she hurt so badly, or was it narcissism? Regardless, even Uphie finally seemed to realize that what she was doing was not working, as she had looked down in shame.
“Uwpee cowd, mummah” Uphie muttered softly
Millie grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped Uphie up, roughly drying the Fluffy. As expected, Uphie had left behind some waste on the towel. Millie sighed.
“Your towel now I guess”
Uphie did not say anything. She was just looking down, still looking sad and ashamed, as she sat on her rump. However, she raised her front legs up and stretched them out. Millie just stared at her in silence.
“H… Huggies, mummah?” Uphie asked.
She really never learned, did she? Millie had to wonder if it was stupidity or stubbornness. She did not give Uphie a hug, she lifted Uphie by the mane and pulled her out of the tub, amidst screams of pain and protest and then dropped Uphie on the bathroom floor.
“Huggies are two Happy Coins” She reminded Uphie coldly.
Uphie said nothing more. Just made faint hu hu hu noises, as she followed Millie back to the safe room. Millie offered her no comfort.
“Oh by the way.” Millie added “You didn’t complete the scary box, so you didn’t earn a Happy Coin.”
There was no cry of anguish or disbelief. No reaction from Uphie other than those hu hu hu noises. Millie stopped to face her, feeling a cold burning hatred.
“Did you not hear me?” Millie asked, trying to keep as calm as possible.
She turned to face Uphie, and saw that the Fluffy had stopped moving. Uphie sat on her rump, looking down on the floor, like a child sulking after being lectured. Millie sighed in frustration.
“Uw… Uwpee nu wan get Hwappy Cwoin anymo.” She heard Uphie mutter
“Then how are you gonna pay for food and rent?” Millie askedcoldly.
Suddenly Uphie had gotten up on all fours and she was looking at Millie with a stern yet desperate face.
“Pwease mummah. Uwpee wan no mo. Nu wan tu get Hwappy Cwoins for nummies n went. Jus wan be mummah foebah babbeh again. Pwease mummah!”
Millie sighed again, trying to calm down the cold burning rage inside of her. She did not have the patience to go through everything again. To tell Uphie why she needed to earn Happy Coins, and anyways a better teacher would be consequences, so Millie shrugged.
“If you don’t want to earn Happy Coins, fine by me. Rent is only due at 10 PM, so go play with Prie in the safe room or something I guess.”
The look of joy on Uphie’s face felt so obnoxious and she tried to hug Millie again. Millie was fast enough to side step and simply walked back into the safe room, ignoring Uphie’s cries. She walked in to see her boyfriend rearranging the room slightly. Alize had moved the heavy table to the corner and had unpacked some stuff on the table, putting the empty boxes underneath. He had also gone and placed all of Uphie’s stuff in one corner of the room. The Fluffy carrier, the luxury litter box and the food bowl, all placed together in a neat and tidy fashion. She hugged him from behind as thanks.
“You know this isn’t a warehouse, right? Resting is an option here y’know”
Alize let out a chuckle and Millie was gonna kiss him, but was interrupted by the sound of Uphie’s high pitched voice asking “Mummah, wewwe Pwie?”
Millie looked around and found the metal box she had stuffed Prie in. Inside, she saw that Prie had curled up to a corner of the box, looking traumatized as it laid in its own waste. Millie could not help but scoff, as she picked up the shit rat baby and tossed it inside the Fluffy carrier. Uphie immediately ran past her to tend to her baby. It looked like Uphie was going to say something, but was interrupted when Millie threw the dirty towel from earlier at her. Millie ignored the screams and held Alize’s hand.
“Uphie doesn’t want to work, she just wants to play, so I let her.” Millie announced
“Huh?” Alize replied in surprise “Okay, but what about the Happy Coin system?”
“It’s still very much in effect.”
With that said, Millie led Alize out of the safe room and closed the door.
Uphie had just finished removing the towel from her face and was just able to catch a glimpse of mummah leaving the safe room with dummeh daddeh. She was once again alone, actually that was not true. She had Pwie with her. Pwie was huddled in the corner of the Fluffy carrier and looking very scared, prompting Uphie’s maternal instincts. She picked up Pwie in her front weggies and began to rock her foal side to side, while singing the mummah song.
Mummah wuv babbeh. Babbeh wuv mummah.
It seemed to help calm Pwie down and she could see Pwie looking back at her with a grateful smile, but she also noticed Pwie looking very upset.
“Pwie hate mummah mummah. Mummah mummah am wostest meanie munstah. Eban wostest dan dummeh daddeh!”
Uphie looked at Pwie with shock and though she had to agree, Uphie could not help but pout angrily. Yes mummah was being a meanie munstah but at the same time she still loved mummah very much, and mummah even let her stop that stupid Hwappy Cwoin thing and rest. So how dare Pwie call her mummah such meanie things. She dropped Pwie onto the ground and stared at the foal with annoyance.
“Nu caww mummah meanie munstah!” Uphie declared, while making a contemptuous huff.
Pwie looked back at her in shock and she was giving Uphie a very angry look.
“Mummah mummah am meanie munstah! Gib Pwie scawies n mummah hurties!”
Uphie once again looked at Pwie in shock. Again her baby was talking back to her. She was not listening. It was frustrating, but Uphie had to admit, she had nothing to defend her mummah. After all, mummah just been giving her owwies and heawt hurties non-stop and it really did not seem fair, because Uphie had already said sorry for giving mummah heawt hurties, though perhaps the fact that mummah let her play was a sign that mummah was forgiving her? If that was the case, then it was all the more reason that she had to defend her mummah and make Pwie understand how good mummah really was.
“Wisten Pwie. Mummah mummah am gud mummah jus… Jus dun kno? Mummah am… Mummah am… Jus… Am?”
Uphie did not know what to say. She did not know how to explain to Pwie why mummah was being such a meanie munstah. Sure she had given mummah some heawt hurties when they ran away, but mummah had also given Uphie plenty of hurties now. Then a thought occured, why not show Pwie all the things that mummah had once given her?
“Pwie! Mummah sho yu aww tings mummah gib Uwpee!”
Uphie walked out of the Fluffy carrier proudly, though she still had to move slow. Her whole body had hurties. She then walked to a side of the wall and pointed at it.
“Dis wewwe Mummah hab teebee befo!”
“Wat teebee?” Pwie asked
“Weww… Teebee am… Am… Teebee am magic hooman boxie dat wet Fwuffy see teebee shuws.”
Pwie looked confused “Wat teebee shuws?”
This got Uphie excited. She hadn’t fought about it for a while, but she could still remember so many of her favorite shows, and she felt the need to share them to Prie.
“Der Fwuffy Foaw Fwun Tyme! Dat am shou aww abow Fwuffy foaw. Dey singing n dancing babbehs! Hab many fwun n gib many heawt happies!”
Uphie reminisced as she thought about Fluffy Foal Fun Time. A show that featured numerous brightly colored foals, who were always singing, dancing, playing around and generally having fun. It was such a lovely show and Uphie remembered always feeling happy watching those foals play and dance, but it seemed Pwie did not seem to understand, as she was still giving her mummah a confused look.
“O! Der iz awso Dwashie! Iz shuw bout that flying Fwuffy namesie Dwashie dat fwy n sabe Fwuffies fwom meanie munstahs n den hab fwun wit Fwuffies!
That was another good one. Uphie could still remember that cyan colored mare with her rainbow mane. She had that blue and yellow uniform and Uphie could still vividly recall scenes of Dwashie flying and saving Fluffies in need. She remembered the good old days when she wanted to be Dwashie. She asked mummah to buy her the uniform and mummah did, and she would spend so many bwight times running around in her uniform saving her stuffed friends and trying to fly, but she also remembered the time when she was all alone in the forest and screamed to Dwashie for help. Dwashie never came, and that memory left her feeling sour, and she also noticed Pwie still looking confused.
“Pwie stiww nu undewstan?!” She asked in disbelief
Pwie shook her head, and Uphie had to sigh. It was a bit annoying that Pwie did not understand what she was saying, after she took the time to say it, but she was a good mummah so she forgave Pwie as she thought of another example, and then she realized that she had forgot to tell Pwie about her most favorite show.
“O!!! Fowgow tu teww Pwie aww bout bestest shuw! Babbehs mak ebetin bettah! Am vewy Hwappy shuw bout mummah namesie Mawy n hooman daddeh namesie… Bee Effie Em… Wan Zewo Wan?.. Anywa! Iz Hwappy shuw bout Mawy be gud mummah wit many Hwappy babbehs… N…”
She could not really remember much about the show anymore. Not like back in the forest. Once she had realized that her babbehs did not make everything better, she had come to forget many parts of the show. She could not even remember the names of the foals. It was all just colors dancing and singing and the face of the happy Fluffy mummah, Mawy, as she showed her babbehs to her hooman daddeh. Uphie longed for such happiness. She wished that she could live like that again, but maybe she could. She had already set her hoof down and mummah said there was no need to earn Hwappy Cwoins, so maybe if she could show mummah how much she was trying to be a good Fluffy then maybe mummah would forgive her and then she could be just like Mawy.
However, she first needed to deal with Pwie. Pwie was still looking very confused and still did not understand how great mummah was. If this kept going then mummah would definitely still be scary to Uphie and Pwie. She really needed Pwie to understand and realized that telling Pwie about the tee bee was not working, so she turned to other parts of the room. She turned to the Fluffy carrier and pointed at it.
“Uwpee nu hab sweepies in cawwiew befo. Hab sweepies in vewy big castwe! Iz vewi taww n beddie am su sowt n warmsie!”
She reminisced about her old castle home. A bright structure of pink and purple with tall towers. She could remember the doors always opening for her and happy trumpet noises. She remembered the lights of every color illuminating the inside, making sure that even at darkie time she had lights to ward off the scary dark. She remembered always feeling safe behind the walls, even when she started fighting with mummah about having babbehs, she remembered hiding in her castle and knowing that mummah could not reach her.
She remembered the beddie inside the castle. It was always so comfy. So soft that her hooves would sink in each step. The fuzziness feeling good to nuzzle against and the nice smell of flowers. She remembered the warmth. Even on a cold day like today, after a tiring, cold day of playing in the backyard, she would run inside to her castle and feel so warm, but then again, back then the whole safe room was warm. The whole housie was warm. So warm that whenever Uphie left the housie, she would be shocked by how cold it was. She did not understand why the safe room was so cold now, but felt it had something to do with her running away and giving mummah heawt hurties. Maybe it knew she was a bad Fluffy. She hoped that the safe room would realized that she was trying to be a good Fluffy for mummah and become warm again. However, she noticed Pwie still looking very confused.
“Dos Pwie nao undewstan how gud mummah mummah am?”
Pwie shook her head “Nu. Pwie stiww tink mummah mummah am mun…”
“Nu!” Uphie scream “Bad babbeh! Nu sa mummah mummah am munstah meanie! Bad Pwie!”
Pwie let out a little whimper “Sowwi mummah. Pwie sowwi.”
That made it better. Uphie sighed and nuzzled her foal. She could not understand why Pwie still thought that mummah was a meanie munstah and wondered what else she could say to convince Pwie otherwise. She looked around the room. It was all just boxes, but she could still remembered the days when her room was filled with so much stuff. She hobbled to the far wall, near the door and pointed at some boxes.
“Ovah der Pwie. Dat wewwe mummah baww pwit n swide.”
“Wat baww pwit n swide?” Pwie asked innocently
“O! Iz su fun. Mummah hab su much funsie. Hab su man weeeees n pwaying in bawws wit stuffy fwens!”
Another set of treasured memories. The fun that came from climbing up, sliding down and landing in that ball pit. She remembered how much fun she had bringing her stuffed friends with her, sliding and then landing in the pit. Tossing the balls around and passing them to her stuffed friends, and the more she thought about it the more she realized how much she missed her stuffed friends. There was:
- Mistah Bwearie, the brown bear who sang a song every time she hugged it.
- Mistah Bwunnie, the purple rabbit that smelt so sweet.
- Missus Bwirdie, the yellow bird that felt so soft.
- Mistah Foxie, the one that looked like an orange munstah yet always said “Foxie wuv yu”.
There were also her stuffed friends that looked like Fluffies.
- Wed, her energetic red stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “Wets wun fwen!”
- Bwue, her sad blue stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “Hu hu hu miss yu fwen.”
- Wellow, her proud yellow stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “Yu da bestest fwen evah!”
- Owange, her loud orange stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “WUV YU FWEN!!!”
- Puwple, her lazy purple stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “Am tiwed fwen.”
- Gween, her happy green stuffed Fluffy friend that always said “Iz gud day fwen.”
Plus there were the flower ladies, who all smelt so sweet: Swunfwowew, Wose, Wavendew, Wohkid, Iwis and the big one: Cwysantimummah. Thinking about it, she didn’t see any of them in the wiving woom. She could not remember the names of the ones in the wiving woom, but she remembered those were also her stuffed fwens, and definitely not dummeh Gweenie Wewe.
She never really thought about them out in the wild, but she remembered saying goodbye to them before she left and promising to see them when she came back. She had come back, but where had they gone? She looked around in confusion. That’s right, they were her first friends before Sanny, the herd and her Specaw Fwen. She had gone for so long and they probably missed her a lot. She felt so ashamed that she had forgotten about her promise to them. She was back. She needed to tell them. She went up to the door and began tapping on it.
“Mummah! Mummah!” She cried out.
There was no response.
“Mummah!” Uphie cried out again “Mummah! Uwpee nee tu see stuffed fwens gain, nee tu see Mistah Bwearie, Mistah Bwunnie, Missus Bwirdie, Mistah Foxie, Wed, Bwue, Wellow, Gween, Owange, Pwuple, Swunfwowew, Wose, Wavendew, Wohkid, Iwis and Cwysantimummah!”
Still no response.
“Pwease mummah!” Uphie pleaded “Uwpee pwomise fwens dat wiww pway wit dem gain wen Uwpee com bac tu housie! Nee tu teww fwens dat Uwpee bac!”
Even after all that, there was no response and after a forever of pleading, Uphie gave up in defeat. She looked at Pwie who was looking at her in concern and nuzzled her foal to ease her.
“Y mummah mummah nu com?” Pwie ask.
Why indeed. Uphie did not know? She had made quite a racket and banged on the door. It reminded her of the previous darkie time when mummah had left her and Pwie in the cowdie outsie, and Uphie began to remember all the other horrid things mummah had done. It was hard to explain to Pwie how mummah was a meanie munstah, when all Uphie could remember was all the meanie munstah things that mummah had done.
Feeling dejected, she walked back to the Fluffy carrier with Pwie following behind her. She had planned to tell Pwie all about the other stuff her mummah bought for her, like the other toys, the tasty nummies and all the nice things her mummah did for her, but she was too sad to do so now, she simply went inside the Fluffy carrier, tapped on the towel inside to straighten it out and curled up atop it.
“Com Pwie, sweepy time” she said, tapping a space on the towel she had left her foal.
Pwie quickly ran up with such a joyful smile, skipping to the spot and then quickly snuggling up to her. Uphie felt like such a good mummah at that moment, much better than hew own mummah. She needed to set things straight with her own mummah. Mummah needed to start treating her and Pwie as Fluffies again. Stopping the Hwappy Cwoin nonsense was a good, but she wanted all her stuff back, and she wanted Gweenie Wewe back. The dummeh thief foal was her babbeh not mummah. She was mummah foebah babbeh. Mummah needed to realize this and Uphie closed her see pwaces and went to sleep. She was ready to tell mummah off when mummah finally came back.
Millie was sat on bed with a pair of sleepies cuties on either side. On her right, her adorable Alize was fast asleep. She stared at him possessively and gently caressed his arm. She could feel it. The development of muscles. She had noticed it recently. Despite maintaining his small frame, he was getting rather toned. A result of all the physical activity at his warehouse job. She felt it a little unfair that he still had his fair, porcelain skin, even though the warehouse was dusty and he hardly use skin products, but such minor feelings of irksomeness was nothing compared to the guilt.
The fact that he fell asleep so quickly was probably a sign that he was exhausted. He said he did office work but it was clear that he also did a lot of physical work. He probably was going to spend his weekend resting. Instead, he wasted his Saturday caring for Uphie and her foals, as well as bring them here. Then he wasted his Sunday morning playing the role of the supporter, keeping her emotions in check, while she dealt with Uphie and Prie. Then wasted his Sunday afternoon helping her clean out her basement for future plans. The hanky panky in between probably felt less like a reward and probably just felt like more physical exertion. It really did make her feel like a terrible girlfriend.
She thought about turning off his alarm, so he could spend more time sleeping here, or maybe even tie him up and force him to rest, but she knew that it would only cause him needless stress in the morning and she did not want to cause him anymore trouble. It was already Sunday night and there was such a limited time between now and when he had to go, so Millie figured the best course of action was just to help him relax. Maybe just watch a show and snuggle before he had to go. She would probably have to deal with Uphie before they could relax, but perhaps later? Millie didn’t really want to interact with the stressful mare at the moment.
She turned the other sleeping cutie. Her adorable Veve, asleep in that overpriced shoe box with a heater that Hasbio called a bed, atop her bedside drawer. The little one also fast asleep and tucked all cutely under the quilt. The foal also had an exhaustive afternoon. First crying over the fact that Uphie had attempted to hurt her and then playing with all those toys in an attempt to quell her grief, but instead of guilt, Millie felt a sort of playfulness.
She poked the Veve’s belly, receiving a delightful, soft squeal, which caused Millie to grin in amusement. She poked the foal’s cute, dark green belly again, prompting another lovable soft squeal from the foal. Her smile got wider as she poked Veve a third time. The foal made another cute squeal, though it now sounded somewhat agitated and Millie wondered what kind of squeals Veve would make, if she were to poke Veve with a needle instead. What if she were to poke Veve’s eyes and leave the foal blind? What delightful adorable sounds would Veve make?
Millie bit her lip hard in an attempt to quell such desires, then she took a deep breath to calm down. That savagery she had shown yesterday, playing with that Fluffy family. It had brought about such a satisfying rush, yet she knew that she needed to show greater self-control. She started thinking about the conversation she had with Alize earlier today, just after lunch. A serious discussion about her new hobby and her new impulses.
He thought that she only watched Fluffy abuse videos casually. She admitted that she had been watching Fluffy abuse videos for hours on end, almost every day, for the past few months, and that she had even started watching extreme Fluff Snuff and hardcore anti-Fluffy content.
He thought that she would start hating Fluffies when Uphie ran away. She admitted that she thought so too, but there was just something endearing about their pathetic helplessness and something so arousing about seeing their faces of despair.
He thought that this was the end of her Fluffy obsession. She admitted that it had become even worse and she was still impulse buying, only this time it was abuse products instead of Hugbox.
Admitting it to Alize was eye opening. The realization that she had a problem. It was just like when she got Uphie. The expenditures were not a big deal at first. A bed, milk and a single toy, but as Uphie grew up and started having more wants, the desire to fulfill became so intoxicating. The high end safe room, the premium accessories and top tier consumables. Sure she had plenty of disposable income, but she was spending far too much on a single bio-toy, yet here she was, doing the same thing only with abuse toys instead. The Nightmare Box was already a sign, and she had found herself wanting to buy Fluffies from a shop or adopt them from a shelter, just so that she could abuse them like the videos.
More importantly, she really needed to develop better control over such tendencies. She had noticed it recently. The second she saw a Fluffy she felt this strong craving just to torture and see that delightful face of despair. Those tendencies would prove to be dangerous on Friday. None of her friends knew about her new abuse interest, even her best friend Mabe. Most only knew that she watched the occasional abuse video here and there, and thought it was simply to help with grief. So no one thought otherwise when Mabe invited her over for that party.
Mabe had this online Hugbox show she called Skettiland Rangers and the party was to celebrate one million subscribers, though honestly it was more of a gathering of close friends after so long. The six Fluffies who made up the Skettiland Rangers weren’t even there. Mabe kept them in the safe room because she was scared that they might get hurt with so much going on, but then Mabe insisted on showing Millie the two new stars she got roughly a month ago: Gwent and Nelio.
Gwent and Nelio were this absolutely adorable unicorn sibling pair. Gwent with those striking black eyes and that endearingly protective nature over his little brother, and Nelio being this adorable tubby little foal who was suffering from SBS. God. Fluffy foals were adorable, but a foal with SBS? That was the pinnacle of pathetic cuteness and when she saw those two, she just wanted to take Nelio home and play with him in her garden shed, just really test the durability of an SBS. Maybe even make Gwent watch, and see his face of despair at being unable to protect his little brother.
She had to make up an excuse of being dizzy, just to avoid further temptation. She really didn’t want to hurt Gwent and Nelio. Not those two. Those two were really special. Not just because of Mabe, but rather because they had to manage to have such a positive effect on her cousin, Gremmie. What did Grem grem call them? 4A and 4B? Part of some experiment that appearently helped her do some soul searching. Millie remembered that Hans used to complain to her that despite living in the same house, Grem grem hardly interacted with him, and now Gremmie was trying to spend more time with Hans every weekend. The idea that these two Fluffies were able to make such a positive impact. It scared Millie of what would happen if she ended up hurting those two foals. How it might hurt Gremmie.
Millie knew she really needed to develop better self control. Maybe Veve could help with that? But she knew that she wasn’t trying to control herself around Veve, she was just holding back so that she could try some of that sweet psychological abuse. It did get her thinking whether this was tied to Uphie in some way. Would she change once she was satisified when she was done with Uphie? What even was done? She had been so busy fantasizing about the suffering that she realized that she had no end goal. How was this all supposed to end?
She sighed and looked at the clock on her phone. 06:40 pm. It had been almost five hours since she left Uphie and Prie to do their own thing. She had managed not to think too much about those pests the whole time. She swore that she heard Uphie screaming while she was in the basement, but when she came to check an hour later, she found them fast asleep in the Fluffy carrier. Maybe they had a small disagreement? It didn’t matter as long as they didn’t kille themselves or each other.
Millie let out another frustrated sigh. The turd pig duo were probably really hungry now and would soon be demanding food. It was going to be annoying explaining to Uphie that she needed a Happy Coin. She could already predict another tantrum coming, but at the same time this was needed, as how else was Uphie supposed to learn? That did little to ease Millie’s reluctance. She really didn’t want to interact with them, and that whole Nightmare Box scare still left her tense, so instead she focused back on Veve.
She poked Veve again and this time the green foal clung to her stuffed toy tightly with a grumpy sleeping face. Veve had grown really attached to this particular stuffed toy: Keke, a cute multicolored bird doll. The similarities in the names entirely a conidence. Keke’s eyes were missing. Millie had removed them a long time ago, because they were getting loose and Millie feared that Uphie might have accidently ate them and choked to death. This was back when Uphie was still a foal and in fact Keke was her first toy and her closest friend. Back then, the two were inseperable. Keke went with Uphie to bed, to meals, to the litter box and even outside in the backyard. For Veve to choose Keke out of all the stuffed toys, many much nicer and newer, did the scent of her mummah linger strongly on this toy or was it perhaps fate? Either way, Millie felt it heartwarming seeing that toy recieve love again.
Millie rubbed Veve’s cheek gently and smiled. Not a cruel one, but a small sad one. Keke had reminded her of the days were Uphie was happy with just a toy, a bed, some food and her mummah. Back when the beige foal was more than happy to sing and dance in Millie’s home office, and just brighten Millie’s day. However, as the foal got older her wants began to increase. Staying with mummah began to grow boring and she began craving constant stimulation, and was unafraid to really make a fuss about it. It wasn’t long before Millie got her the safe room and all that stuff.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise. It was faint, but Millie knew what it was. The sound of hooves knocking on the door. The all too familiar noise of a Fluffy seeking attention. She got out of bed carefully and crept out of the bedroom quietly, shutting the door slowly, as as to not disturb Alize and Veve, then made another sigh. This one more of defeat. She walked slowly towards the living room and the sounds became a lot more defined.
“Mummah! Uwpee n Pwie am hungwy! Mummah! Mummah!”
Millie stood in front of the safe room door and opened it slowly. Suddenly Uphie came rushing out and had gone for the hug, her disgusting stubby legs clasped around one of Millie’s own legs. Millie felt a rush of anger and grabbed the mare by the mane, practically ripping Uphie off her leg and back into the safe room. How many times did she have to tell Uphie that hugs needed to be paid for. How many times was this dumb runaway going to ignore her?
“Mummah!” Uphie cried out pathetically “Y mummah gib hurties!”
Millie gave Uphie a disgusted look. The kind that definitely frightened the mare, causing the Fluffy to back away in fear.
“Huggies are two Happy Coins. Do you have two fucking Happy Coins?” Millie practically snarled.
Uphie looked shocked and shook her head nervously.
“Bu mummah sa nu nee Hwappy Cwoins! Uwpee sa nu wan n mummah sa oke”
Uphie’s tone sounded offended, as though Millie had broken a promise and Millie could not help but roll her eyes. Typical Uphie, twisting words to fit her own narrative.
“I said you didn’t have to earn Happy Coins if you didn’t want to, but I never said that the Happy Coin system was gone. You still have to give me Happy Coins if you want anything.”
“Bu, Uwpee hab nu Hwappy Cwoins.”
“That’s your problem. You didn’t want to work and now you have no money to get anything.”
Uphie was looking panicked. She was looking around, as though trying to find Happy Coins just lying around and when she could not find any, the water works started.
“D… Dat… Dat… Nuuuu… Faiwwww Mummah” She managed to utter between tears
“Guess what Uphie. Life ain’t fair. I spent so much on you and you fucked off an ran away.”
Uphie was covering her face with her hooves. Her posture was meek and hunched over. Prie came to the rescue of her beloved mummah, charging in front of Uphie and just glaring with one of those obnoxious pouts, but what was more noticeable was the lack of screaming. No battle cries or declaration of demands, just a pose of defiance. That was certainly different. Millie scoffed.
“Where’s that metal box?” Millie asked aloud
That certainly scared the foal and Millie watched as Prie quickly hid behind Uphie. It would seem no one else was coming to Uphie’s aid and Uphie seemed to realize that.
“Mummah… Uwpee n Pwie… Uwpee n babbeh am hungry.”
“Kibbles, one Happy Coin. Premium kibbles, two Happy Coins. Sketti, five Happy Coins.”
The look of shock on Uphie’s face fucking irritated her. She was already aware of the price list, but then again it was a shit rat. She would probably have to repeat this every time Uphie asked for food. Was there a way to force Uphie to remember? Maybe basic pictures with captions? That was for a later date, right now there was the manner of payment and she was in no mood for another debate on earning Happy Coins.
“Uwpee tuu tiwed tu…”
“Uphie shut the fuck up. I’ll let you off on that hug bullshit. Consider it a free fucking hug. Right now, you need one fucking Happy Coin for Kibbles, and I am gonna let you choose.”
“Buu mu…”
“I said shut the fuck up! Choose Work Wagon or Pain Button.”
The answer was obvious. The Work Wagon would have taken too long in Uphie’s eyes, so there was only Pain Button, but of course it took Uphie a good few seconds to realize it, and it looked like she was going to protest again, but she didn’t and instead lowered her head in defeat.
“Pwain bwutton” Uphie muttered silently.
Millie didn’t say anything. She just grabbed Uphie by the mane and threw her on the table in the safe room, and she threw Prie on the table as well. The object she was looking for was already on the table as well. A rather primitive abuse tool in comparison to the Nightmare box, but just as effective. Ignoring Uphie’s cries, Millie strapped Uphie onto the contraption. It was a tray with holes for three of the legs. The only leg that could move about freely was the front left leg, and in front of that leg was a big red button.
“Press the button Uphie” Millie ordered
Uphie looked hesitant, but pressed on the button gently. Far too lightly and nothing happened.
“Press the button harder Uphie” Millie ordered again, trying her best to control her anger.
Uphie put more force behind this press. The button went down, causing the counter in front of her to change from 0000 to 0001. Suddenly another part of the contraption moved, a mechanical arm holding a small whip that suddenly hit Uphie’s back, making a rather loud and painful CRACK. Unsurprisingly, Uphie did not take that well. She cried out in pain and looked at Millie with terror and panic.
“Worstest owwies!!!” Uphie screamed
“This is the Pain Button” Millie explained, ignoring her cries “Every time you press the button the counter moves up one number and the machine hits you once. You need to press it fifty times and after that I’ll give you a Happy Coin”.
The explanation was only a formality and Millie did not want to waste time convincing, or rather forcing, Uphie to press the button of her own volition. So just for today, she was going to demonstrate. Uphie was still crying, when Millie held her left front hoof gently. The mare seemed to mistake this for affection and seemed to have calm down, looking at Millie with gratefulness. Of course Uphie would realize the true intentions when she saw Millie guiding the hoof to the button.
“Nu mummah!” Uphie screamed “Nu wan! Nu wan!”
Millie used the hoof to press down the button and there was another loud CRACK as the whip hit Uphie’s back. The mare shrieked.
“Two” Millie stated coldly.
Again Uphie was crying, desperately pleading for mercy, but Millie showed no remorse and forced Uphie to press the button. Three. Crack. Four. Crack. Five. Crack. Six. Crack
Uphie was howling in pain and had defecated herself again. She was still crying and screaming for mercy and Prie had stepped in. The fecal colored foal was trying to attack her, but Millie quickly grabbed the foal then she placed Prie right under the hit zone of the whip
Seven. The whip hit Prie right in the back. Clearly too much for the foal to handle, and it let out a shrill screech, as it let out a small torrent of waste on Uphie’s back. Millie tossed Prie back on the table, the foal had wrapped itself up in a light ball, as Uphie continued to cry for mercy, completely unaware that her child had bore the brunt of the seventh whip. After that Millie showed no mercy.
Eight. Crack. Nine. Crack. Ten. Crack. Eleven. Crack. Twelve. Crack. Thirteen. Crack. Fourteen. Crack. Fifteen. Crack. Sixteen. Crack. Seventeen. Crack. Eighteen. Crack. Nineteen. Crack. Twenty. Crack. Twenty one. Crack.
Millie stopped. Uphie had passed out. She looked at the counter. Twenty nine more to go. Should she wait for Uphie to wake up, or perhaps? Millie grabbed Prie. The vile rat was still very much conscious, yet also looked very much traumatized.
“You don’t mind taking a couple hits for you mummah do you?” Millie asked.
Prie had not retort, the vermin only squirmed as Millie laid it on Uphie’s back. The nasty little thing tried to curl up, but that did not spare the creature of the whip.
Twenty two. Crack. Prie let out another high pitched cry of agony and Millie carefully inspected the foal. There was a bruise left behind, but the foal was still very much intact. Which meant.
Twenty three. Crack. The pain had proven too great. Prie vomited on Uphie’s back and promptly passed out. Millie had to admit. She was kind of curious. She threw the foal back on the table and placed her free hand on Uphie’s back, right on the hit zone.
Twenty four. Thwack. Millie pulled away instantly. Fuck that actually stung. She could not help but chuckle. This abuse tool was actually a brutal product.
Uphie made another groan. The Fluffy had finally woken up and Millie flicked her nose. It was still damaged and that certainly jump started Uphie.
“NU MOWE MUMMAH!” Uphie screamed.
That scream was rather deafening and actually hurt Millie’s ears a bit. That got her really angry and she began forcing Uphie to press the button without stop.
Twenty five. Crack. Twenty six. Crack. Twenty seven. Crack. Twenty eight. Crack. Twenty nine. Crack. Thirty. Crack. Thirty one. Crack. Thirty two. Crack. Thirty three. Crack. Thirty four. Crack.
“Millie?” Came a voice.
Millie turned around to see Alize, peering into the room curiously, and immediately she could not help but smile at the sight of his face just cutely peeking inside.
“OH! Wanna play with something fun?” Millie asked with glee.
“Uh… Wait. Veve is awake. My alarm went off and startled the thing and she kept asking for her mummah. I kept her tucked in bed, figured I’d let you handle this.”
Millie giggled and signaled for Alize to come. She guided his hand to Uphie’s hoof, still on top of the button. Uphie pleaded desperately for mercy. Alize pressed the hoof down, pressing the button.
Thirty five. Crack.
“Woah what the?!” Alize said with a happy grin
“The whip actually stings. Make Uphie press it until the counter reaches fifty” Millie commanded.
“Aye aye Cap’n!”
Millie left Uphie to the mercy of Alize, while she went back to her bedroom. Veve was still tucked in be tightly clinging to Keke in distress. Her little eyes went wide with joy when she saw Millie
“Mummah mummah!” She cried out in glee.
Millie removed the blanket gently and tickled Veve’s belly, prompting delighted little giggles from the foal. She then picked up Veve carefully and placed the foal close to her face, allowing the little one to nuzzle her cheek with contented little coo noises.
“Wub mummah mummah” Veve stated softly
“I love you too sweetie” Millie whispered softly
Hearing such words prompted more delightful chirps from Veve, but such joy was interrupted by the rumbling of Veve’s stomach, causing the foal to make a shy look and hide her face behind her hooves. The way Veve would peer from the gaps between her hooves was so adorable that Millie could not help but make a delighted chuckle.
“Does my wittle Wewe wan some yummy nummies?” Millie asked in a tone similar to that a parent would use on a very young child.
Veve nodded energetically “Can Wewe hab kwibbles, mummah mummah?” She asked politely.
“Oh? What about sketti?”
“Nu wan sketti mummah mummah. Sketti nu yummy”
Millie chuckled. She had fed Veve some of that tainted sketti she fed Uphie and Prie yesterday. The one that had Fluffy feces and foal corpses mixed in. It was understandable that Veve would develop an aversion to sketti given her first ever tasted of Fluffy waste and death. There was still a disposable container full of the stuff, in case Uphie ever managed to save enough Happy Coins for it, but that was for another time, right now, she had a foal to feed, so she brought Veve to the kitchen, when a sudden scream from Uphie grabbed their attention. Veve was naturally horrified and pissed a little in Millie’s palm while hugging onto Keke ever so tightly.
“Sorry Veve” Millie said softly, stroking the foal’s cheek to put it at ease “Daddy is just fighting some scary Fluffy hating munstah”
“Wub daddeh!” Veve exclaimed
Millie let out another delighted chuckle. This foal was speaking the truth, and for such a valid opinion, she decided to reward Veve with a tasty meal. Crumbled up brownies with kibbles in milk. It was definitely well recieved and Millie watched with amusment as the tiny creatured stuffed her little face with as much of kibbles, milk and fudge, as her little stomach could handle.
“Hey Mii, fifty done” Alize announced with a big grin, whilst rubbing the back of his hand.
“You tried the whip didn’t you”
Alize chuckled in response.
“Can you look after Veve for a bit, make sure she doesn’t eat too much”
“Got it!”
Millie kissed her boyfriend in the lips as thanks, then headed to the safe room. That whole interaction with Veve and Alize had left a smile on her face, but that quickly turned into a frown when she saw Uphie. She closed the safe room door behind her, so as to not bother Alize and Veve and stared at the runaway mare still strapped onto the Pain Button.
“Mummah…. Y gib Uwpee hurties” Uphie muttered weakly.
Millie offered no reply as she removed Uphie from the machine. She inspected Uphie’s back. The whip had left some rather nasty marks, but nothing serious. She flicked a Happy Coin to Uphie, causing the Fluffy to flinch and whimper.
“Mummah…” Uphie muttered weakly again
“Yes?” Millie replied coldly
“Uwpee nu wike.”
“What don’t you like?”
“Uwpee nu wike Hurtie Bwutton….”
“Pain Button”
“Wat?”
“You called it a hurtie button. It is a pain button.”
The correction was just enough to make Uphie snap. She started doing her nervous tick, sucking on one hoof, while tapping her hoof on the table repeatedly and then she burst.
“Y MUMMAH SU MEANIE!!!” She screamed as loud as she could.
Millie just sighed and sat down, watching as Uphie once again pulled another tantrum. It was the same thing. This was so unfair. She worked so hard. Mummah was being too much a meanie munstah. She didn’t want the Work Wagon. She didn’t want the Pain Button. She didn’t want the Scary Box. She just wanted to go back to being mummah’s forever baby. Millie slammed her palm on the table, startling Uphie and shutting the mare up.
“So if you wanted to be my forever baby. Then why did you run away, Uphie?”
“Be… becaw… becaw mummah sa Uwpee nu can hab babbehs.”
“What kind of baby has babies?”
No response. Uphie was clearly deep in thought, after all this was such a difficult question. Millie sighed and rolled her eyes. She rephrased the question in a way Uphie’s tiny brain could understand.
“Do you think Prie can have babies?”
Uphie shook her head “Pwie am tu wittle tu hab babbehs n iz babbeh nu can….”
Uphie stopped mid-sentence. She had realized the point and could no longer a retort. The mare simply faced down, unable to find anything else to say. Millie shrugged, guessing everything was back to business.
“So you have one Happy Coin. Question is do you want to use it for food or rent?”
“Wut went, mummah?”
“Rent is what you pay me to stay in this safe room. If you don’t pay rent, you stay outside.”
Uphie show Millie this face of utter disbelief and it just made Millie feel all the more irritated.
“Bu… bu… outsie am cowdie n scawy!!”
“Then you better pay rent.”
“Bu nummies?!”
“Well I mean, you can pay for food now and do the Work Wagon to earn a Happy Coin for rent.”
“NU! Nu wan wok wagon! Tu tiwed! Nu wan! Nu wan!”
“Then how are you gonna pay for rent?”
Uphie shook her head firmly “Nu wan! Nu wan!”
“I see. So one Happy Coin for kibbles and you don’t want to pay for rent?”
Uphie nodded. “Nu wan mummah. Nu wike. Nu wike. Wan nummies n den sweepies! Uwpee tu tiwed!”
Millie shrugged.
“Fine by me.” She said, as she dropped Uphie and Prie back on the floor.
Uphie dashed to the Fluffy carrier, with her injured child on her back. She quickly dug into the far end of the carrier, as though entrenching herself. A sign of her refusal to work anymore. Millie didn’t care. She took the Happy Coin and placed it back in her pocket.
“One bowl of kibbles, coming right up.” She announced dryly.
She came back with a bowl of kibbles and water and tossed it into the Fluffy carrier.
“Food” she practically grunted.
Uphie didn’t say anything. The mare just remained deep inside the Fluffy carrier, staring at her with frightened eyes. Millie didn’t care. She left the safe room quickly and slammed the door shut. She had already told herself that she was going to let Alize rest, so she would not interact with Uphie anymore. At least until Alize left.
The rest of the night went by quickly. Much too fast for Millie’s liking. A salad with some of the leftover pizza for dinner. Veve played with her toys, while Alize and Millie just chatted about something. They danced for a bit. Slow dance to some old 60s tunes. When Veve was too sleepy, they put her to bed then watched another episode of some cheesy romance drama. Millie tried to convince Alize to stay for the night that failed. They watched another episode of some animated fantasy reincarnation show. The one about a slime. Before she knew it, it was already 10:30 pm. Time for Alize to go. Millie walked him to the car, hugged and kissed him. Another attempt to convince him to stay. Another tender goodbye kiss and then he was gone.
Millie watched the car leave, feeling cold both on the inside and out. She went back inside the house and did some cleaning on the backyard porch. Rearranged the stuff on the porch and left a nice big free space for something rather big in the very near future. She was done at 10:55 pm, and it was now time to collect on the rent. She frowned and cracked her knuckles. Alize leaving had left her feeling rather empty, but she could already feel the rage building up just from having to interact with Uphie.
She headed into the safe room and walked into the Fluffy carrier, only to find it empty. It would seem that the mare had realized that something bad was going to happen and thought she could hide from the consquences. That being said, Uphie was hidden really poorly. There was a trail of waste leading from the Fluffy carrier to the empty boxes under the table and Uphie’s beige rear stuck out like a sore thumb. Millie had to wonder how she was able to survive for so long in the wild, but figured it was probably just a mix of luck and over reliance on other ferals.
“Uphie. I can see you hiding in the box” she called out in an unimpressed tone.
Uphie did not move. Did she really think that she was hiding really well? Millie called her bluff and kicked the box hard, causing Uphie to scamper out with a scream. Prie was behind her. The fecal foal looking a mix of scared and angry, as Uphie stepped forward with that pitiful puppy-dog stare, desperately seeking for even a little bit of sympathy.
“Pwease mummah!” Uphie pleaded “Nu weave outsie o housie. Uwpee pwomise tu be weally gud Fwuffy!”
“I want my rent. Where is my one Happy Coin?”
“Pwease mummah! Uwpee hab nu Hwappy Cwoin. Nu mak Uwpee pway wit Mistah Wok Wagon. Am tu tiwed. Wan sweepies, pwease nu weave Uwpee n Pwie outsie o housie. Pwease!”
Millie sighed in defeat “Fine!” She exclaimed “Go into your carrier and sleep. I don’t care anymore”.
Uphie smiled and nodded. She looked like she was gonna approach Millie, but then hesitated and instead went inside the Fluffy carrier. Prie followed closely behind, but was giving Millie a cautious look, while Uphie urged her foal to join her. Then once both the mare and her foal were snuggled nice and tight atop their towel bed inside the carrier, Millie locked the carrier gate shut.
“Mummah!?!” Uphie cried out in horror.
Millie said nothing as she carried the Fluffy carrier onto the backyard porch. She placed the carrier in that space she had cleared out. Set it between some storage box and some flower pots. The entrance of the carrier purposely facing the backyard, so that the harsh wind would blow inside the carrier. However, she also put a portable heater on the roof of the carrier. One that would hopefully provide enough heat for the two Shit Rats to survive the night, but it was not be a comfortable experience.
“NU MUMMAH!!!” Uphie screamed “Y WEAVE OUTSIE!”
Millie did not respond. She was too busy trying to determine if there was any way to guarantee their survival, yet at the same time, she was just kind of done. If they survive, they survived. If they die. Well that would be a headache for tomorrow. Today she just wanted to rest.
“MUMMAH PWOMISE!” Uphie screamed.
“I didn’t promise anything” Millie retorted.
“Bu… Bu…Bu outsie am bad fo Fwuffy. Am cowdie n darkie n scawy”
“If the outside is so cold, dark and scary, then why did you run away?”
Uphie had no retort. She looked at Millie with fear in her eyes and made some empty promise of never running away. Then when she realized that her promise wasn’t working, she did what Shit Rats did best, scream in the hope that she could annoy Millie into compliance. However, Millie simply ignored her and went back inside the house. The screams lasted a few minutes, but then there was eventually quiet.
- Yu namesie am Bes… Nu yu namesi am Pwie.
- Yu dun wike dat namesie bu mummah wike n yu wuv mummah.
- Bu yu hate dummeh munstah mummah mummah, dummeh daddeh n dummeh Gweenie Wewe.
- Onwy wuv mummah.
- Bu mummah am dummeh.
- Y mummah aways wisten to dummeh munstah mummah mummah?
- Dummeh munstah mummah mummah gib mummah hurties n saddies.
- Y mummah stiww wan dummeh munstah mummah mummah wuv n huggies?
- Mummah weally am dummeh.
- Bu yu stiww wuv mummah.
- Yu see mummah wun to bac o boxie.
- Yu see mummah mak sad poopies n sad pee pees.
- Yu see mummah cwying. Ib gib yu heawt hearties.
- Yu heaw mummah say dis wike nestie in fowest.
- Yu dun undewstan. Dis nu nestie.
- Bu yu hab scawdy becaw mummah acting scawy.
- Yu see mummah iz tapping hoofsies and making shakies.
- Yu see mummah iz say “nu” obah n obah.
- Yu gib mummah huggies.
- Yu wook mummah.
- Mummah nu feew bettah.
- Y? Yu gib huggies.
- Y mummah stiww hab saddies.
- Yu heaw mummah say munstah
- Yu nu see munstah
- Yu teww mummah dere nu munstah
- Y mummah gib yu angwy face.
- Y mummah teww yu tu be qwiet?!
- Mummah am be dummeh gain?
- Yu dun undewstan
- Den mummah covah yu in poopies gain wike in fowest
- Y?!?!
- Yu dun wike. Yu nebah wike.
- Y agwain?!
- Yu dun undewstan.
- Yu dun wike aww dis.
- Yu wan be stwong n bwave bu dummeh munstah mummah mummah am vewy stwong.
- Yu mak woud noisi becaw woud noisi awa wok befo
- Bu ib yu mak woud noisi munstah mummah mummah gib heaw pwace hurties
- Yu nee be smawt
- Yu awso angwy
- Yu wan gib dummeh munstah mummah mummah wostest hurties
- Mummah am dummeh
- Bu yu am smawtie
- Yu gon make dummeh munstah mummah mummah cwy
- Bu wite nao yu tiwed
- Iz cowdie
- Iz scawi
- Iz darkie
- Yu n mummah twap in boxie.
- Yu sweepie
- Yu nuzzle mummah n west in mummah fuw
- Yu sweep
Millie was sat back on bed, feeling a lot better after taking a warm and refreshing shower. Veve was fast asleep in her own bed, back atop the bedside drawer. Seeing the foal sleeping so cutely, also helped to lighten the mood. Today was really quite a stressful day and as Millie thought about it, she had to wonder if every day would be like this. Thinking about her plan, she had to wonder what her end game was. How long was she planning to make Uphie work? A month? A year? Maybe four years, to make up for the three years and something years she had spent nuturing Uphie from foalhood to adult? That was a lot of time. Could Uphie last that long? Could she last that long?
She thought about everything that she had done. Yesterday didn’t count, because it was just Alize bringing Uphie back home and everything was a sort of introduction to the new order, but today. Morning spent trying to teach Uphie about work and money. Two Work Wagon cycles. That scare with the Scary Box. Letting Uphie rest for a while. Pain Button. Then leaving her outside. It didn’t sound like a lot, but for Millie it felt like she had been dealing with Uphie for a week. She really had to wonder if she could last, because to think all this, and it was just Day One.
I hope y’all don’t mind, but I may be using the usernames of people who have commented on this chapter and the past six chapter for a future chapter. If you do mind, please DM me or mention in the comments and I will avoid using it. I just need a bunch of usernames to use in a positive sense.
Also that whole bit with Veve gave me a headache. Never going full Fluffspeak again
Last note. If you’re worried that the upcoming day is going to be another long of a read. You can relax. It won’t be.
I just about hopped outta my seat when I read that! It took me by surprise but I’m honored to have been mentioned. 
