"Yikes the rain is coming down HARD! Johanna commented to her boyfriend Mitch, as they walked home from work. “Hell yeah, you think it’ll flood the town?” He asked. “Well if it did I’m sure it would clear a LOT of these alley Fluffies. Poor pest control has way too many to deal with.”
Johanna was right about this, since Fluffies are inherently stupid lil dummies, it would be easy to see them drown in a puddle even. “I actually been thinking of getting a couple, maybe foals? I know you been kinda sad since Dandy ran off, and well I figured maybe we could use a lil guy or two?” Mitch suggested, almost home. Johanna had thought about it. Dandy was an old light blue Blue stallion with a bright red mane. Pretty generic really.
He ran off when he heard they were gonna neuter him and had developed smarty syndrome. They heard he was alright somewhere but he seems happier where he is now, became a daddeh like he wanted and everything. They were yanked out of their reminiscing when they heard a small voice say, “Hewwo! Be fwuffy and Babbehs nyu Mummah and Daddeh?”
It was a black unicorn fluffy mare, with a shimmery, long and straight mint green mane, and a beautiful golden horn. She looked like a designer, must be a runaway. She had four foals. Two 3, almost 4 month olds, and two chirpies. One foal, a Mint green filly, with a curly black mane, and the other, a pretty obese looking colt on her head who looked exactly like her, the exception being his mane was ice blue, and two super underfed chirpie foals in a box that they could hear peeping.
They couldn’t see them but they could hear them. “Pwease nice mistah and wady, Neb-yu-wa nee wawm homesie fow babbehs so sky wawa nu huwt dem!” The foals they could see did their best to look pathetic but the fat fuck on Nebula’s head looked more hilarious rather than sad as he desperately tried to pout with his fat face. Johanna and Mitch looked at eachother. They looked to the box and they caught her tense up.
They knew these things can be cruel under the cuddly and cute exterior. “What’s in the box, Nebula?” Mitch asked her. Nebula tried to play stupider than she already was. “B-boxie? Wha boxie? Neb-yu-wa nu see nu boxie!” He pointed to the box behind her. “OOOOOOOH! DAT boxie? DAT boxie is um…Neb-yu-wa’s homesie!” She said, they can very vaguly make out her shaking.
“Why is it chirping and peeping? You have more than two babies?” Johanna asked. “Oh uh ye, Neb-yu-wa hab more den jus two babbehs! But dem awe poopie babbehs, ou nu wan dem!” Classic case of bitch mare syndrome. “Oh on the contrary miss Nebula. We also want them.” Johanna said. Nebula didn’t want the dummie poopie babbehs, they were…well…POOPIE BABBEHS! Why did this lady and mistah want them too!?
Johanna made the offer. “We’ll take you in, ONLY if all of your foals can come, even the ‘poopie babies’, alright?” Nebula thought for a second, the gears in her abysmally empty skull turning. “Hrrrre fine. Udda dummeh babbehs can comesies.” She grumbled. “Good! I’ll just grab this.” Mitch said, picking up the large box. “Grab Nebula and the other two so we can get outta here, I hate being wet.” He said. Without a moments hesitation, Johanna grabbed Nebula and the mint filly, the fat colt grabbing onto his Mummahs fluff even tighter, both of them walking a bit faster to make it back their house.
It was a small home, only one story and had two bedrooms and a kitchen. It wasn’t too glamorous but with a girlfriend who worked from home, and a boyfriend who was stuck working a construction gig with no raise, it was all they could get. At least they didn’t have to waste money on rent since it was Johanna’s family home. Unbeknownst to them, Nebula was pregnant. Got herself knocked up before finding the two, So she had fresh milk for her already violently obese bestesh and her mint foal. Milk she didn’t intend on giving to her poopeh babbehs.
They put her in the empty safe room. It used to be Dandy’s but now it was Nebula’s. For now. She was looking in awe at her new saferoom as she saw blockies and balls and a TV! The TV was WAY smaller than the one she had before running away but it was satisfactory. Mitch set the box down, looking at the soaking wet foals in the box.
He knew Fluffies were cruel to dull colored Fluffies but holy shit! They were starving, and covered in shit, their ribs severely exposed through their baby fuzz. One was missing his entire ear, the other missing a good portion of her face skin, along with small hoofprints on their bodies. Johanna came in and nearly vomited at the smell of the box. “NEBULA! What happened to these foals!? Are they even still alive?”
Nebula pulled her ears back. “Don’t yeww daddeh, it gibs babbehs wowstesh scawdies!” She said, cuddling her leggies around the foals, one of which was pretending to be scared. “Bestesh babbeh don’t wike yewwing huuhuu!” The bestesh fake cried. Minty appeared to not exactly know what was happening, but she was shaking. She was actually spooked and Johanna could tell. Compared to bestesh, the mint foal herself was a bit skinnier than her momma.
Sure she got milk too, but it wasn’t much considering how much milk the bestesh guzzled to himself. “Answer our question, now!” Mitch demanded. “Ugh, dummeh poopie babbehs am awive. Dey been numming poopehs. Poopeh babbehs onwy good fow numming poopehs and foweba sweepies!” She said, as if it was a proven fact. Johanna expected it but Mitch was horrified. He went to go get them cleaned, picking them up gently. They peeped and cheeped in distress. They should be talkie babbehs by now but the lack of milk had stunted their growth. Seeing this, Johanna asked to talk to the Minty filly for a second.
“Wha mummah wan with Speawmin?” Nebula asked. “I just wanna talk to her ok?” The filly, whose name is apperently Spearmint, perked her ears. She followed Johanna to the other side of the room where they spoke quietly while Nebula sang to the tubby whose name was still unknown. “Hey um Spearmint, I noticed you are a bit skinnier than even your mama, why is that?” She asked. “M-mummah says, 'bestesh babbeh dwinks miwkies fiwst, gets aww da miwkies he wans, and by time b-bwudda done not mush miwkies is weft fow Speawmin, if any at aww.” She said. Of course that like fucker drinks all of Nebula’s milk.
“What do you think of your ‘poopie’ siblings?” The little filly thought hard about it. “Mummah said poopeh babbehs am nu gud, but Speawmin don fink so. Dey onwy widdwe babbehs! Bwudda…bwudda gabe dem sowwy hoofsies when dey twied to dwink mummahs miwkies duwing dawkie time.” She was tearing up as she told the story. That explains the hoof marks and bruises. “Mummah cawwed dem miwkies feifs…c-can we stawp tawking pwease?” Her soft purple eyes welling with tears. “Of course sweetie.” She said
Mitch was cleaning off the foals, trying not to be too rough. They were squeaking because of the water and would be making scaredy poopies if they had anything in their systems. They would need the dropper method before letting them fully nurse so they don’t drink too fast and rupture their tummies. The cleanings revealed the filly and colt. The filly being a rich chocolaty brown and the colt being a beautiful deep forest green. They both had black manes growing in. They were peeping and crying for milkies and huggies, anything to make the tummy hurties stop!
Mitch had foal formula for when Dandy was a babbeh himself and figured it would be better than nothing. The foals didn’t care what it was they needed SOMETHING! Johanna couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Nebula was a true bitch mare. Spearmint was crying now, Nebula stomping over. “Wha meanie Mummah say to babbeh!? Why babbeh making sad wawa!?” She said in fake anger. She could care less about Spearmint and her feelings.
“We were just talking about-” before she could finish, Nebula roughly yanked her foal back, causing a flinch. “Nu mow tawking to Speawmin…” She said, her bitchy attitude shining through. Johanna would never admit it to Mitch, but she used to be an abuser. She intended to torment Dandy before Mitch came along. Dandy was a bit of dick with his smarty syndrome but Mitch taught her patience. This however was obviously an abusive mother who uses fear to control her daughter and neglects two others while spoiling her bestesh. Johanna had a plan for them. Well…for Nebula and Lard ball that is.
When Johanna stepped out to get a bowl of kibble, Nebula started to interrogate. “Speawmin nu teww nyu mummah wha happen, wight?” Nebula asked, intimidating her. “N-NU! SPEAWMIN SAY NUFIN!” She curled up a little out of fear. “Yu no be wying or Pwuto take weggies!” The bestesh, who appears to be called Pluto, threatened. This made poor Spearmint whimper. She felt her tummy rumble and dared to ask. “M-mummah? Am it m-miwkie time?” “Yesh, but bestesh Pwuto dwinkies fiwst! You know da wuwes.” Nebula cruelly said. Just as Pluto was let down to feed, the second he wrapped his fat muzzle around her nipple he was pulled off.
“Nuh uh, not this time.” Johanna said looking down at them, setting a bowl of kibble down “NUUU WET BESTESH BABBEH DOWN! WAN MIWKIES!” “MEANIE MUMMAH! PWEASE GIB BESTESH BACK! NEE WUB AND HUGGIES AND MIWKIES!” She seemed to immediately go into hysterics if bestest didn’t feed first. “You are in MY house. You go by MY rules. Feed. Spearmint. First.” Johanna wanted the fat fuck to watch as his precious milkies were taken by Spearmint who needed it more.
“W-weawwy!? Speawmin get miwkies!?” Poor skinny thing was wagging her tail so fast you could barely see it! “Of course! Go ahead darling!” Johanna said while bestesh complained. “DUMMEH MUMMAH! GIT SOWWY POOPIES!” uh oh. She didn’t anticipate it before the bestest let loose a blast of liquid poopies all over one of the rugs that made the carpet of the saferoom. “HEY! You little bastard! That’s shag! You know how hard that is to clean!?” Now it was personal, her grandma gave her that specific rug! Johanna was tired of Pluto already, so she threw him in the sorry box, returning to the mess.
“Ugh god damnit, now what do I do?” She asked herself. Nebula started crying about her bestesh being in the sorry box, pleading to let him out “Feed Spearmint until she’s full, and then I’ll let him out. If you don’t, I’ll make you clean his mess.” Nebula sure as hell didn’t wanna eat shit, so she reluctantly sat down and put Spearmint on one of her engorged teats, trying not to cry over the fact that bestest wasn’t the one doing it. All the while bestesh was huuhuuing from the box, forced to listen to the suckling. The two foals were nearly old enough for the weaning process, so they would need to stop drinking milk soon.
Mitch was in the kitchen, dropper feeding the starving chirpies. Their little tummies slowly filled up and even distended a little. He made sure not to overfeed them, having hand nursed kittens himself before, so this was no problem. “I’m so sorry little guys, you must have been so hungry.” He was a hugboxer through and through but he himself could appreciate hearing people tell stories of dealing with bad Fluffies who deserved punishments.
“I’m worried about the brown ones face, there isn’t any fur.” He told Jo, after setting the foals down to sleep in a clean, blanket filled, box in their room. “Maybe we can bring them to the vet? I know the Fluff-o-Pals shelter has a special fluffy vet, maybe we should get them checked there?” It was a good suggestion, but since it was pouring canines and felines, maybe tomorrow.
“Oh yeah, I threw the bestest in the sorry box, he shit on the rug.” Mitch gasped dramatically. “Not the shaaaag!” This earned a good laugh from her. They decided to work together to clean it before it dries. By the time they finished, Spearmint was done with feeding, unlatching from Nebula’s breast with a small pop sound. “Fank you Mummah!” She said with a small, cute, burp.
“Can Mummah hab bestesh Pwuto backies nyow?” Since Spearmint had her fill, Johanna took Pluto out of the sorry box. He would need bathed first since he made bad poopies in the box! “Oh you are not eating while covered in shit.” She said, carrying him off the give him a bath.
Needless to say, Pluto was not a big fan of the bath. She wasn’t as gentle as Mitch had been with the foals, who still need names, evidence by the lard ball complaining about ‘scrubby owies’ and such. “Gotta get it all out. It’s hard to see with your fur.” She half lied. Once he was free of feces, and all dried off, he was put back in the safe room, so he could feed. He immediately ran over to Nebula and greedily latched onto her nipple.
Wait…that ain’t right…after a few minutes of sweet sweet milkies, there was no more! He tried the other nipple, but it took was empty! “NUHUHUUUUU! DUMMEH SISSIE TOOK AWW OB BESTESH BABBEHS MIWKIES! HATCHU SISSIE!” The fatso pathetically cried out. “Shhhh bestesh, Neb-yu-wa go ask mumma jo-ann-ah for mow Nummies, to make more miwkies!” She chirped. “Wan sketti miwkies!” Of course.
“Mummah, Daddeh, can Neb-yu-wa, hab sketties fow bestesh miwkies fow bestesh babbeh?” Fucking what? “Nebula we don’t have any sketties, and besides you just ate. No way Spearmint drained you already.” It was true, Spearmint did not drain Nebula of her milk, it was Pluto. He literally ate before they found them. “But babbeh am hungwy! Hab tummeh huwties!”
“Nebula, no. I doubt he has tummy hurties. You spoil him way to much.” Mitch bluntly stated. This was out of character for him! Jo liked seeing him take charge. “He’s too fat, it can really hurt him! He has to lay off your milk.” “Bu…he’s bestesh babbeh! Bestesh nu fat, is muscwe!” Oh naive Nebula.
“He is the fattest foal I have ever seen. We’re taking him out for walks so he can lose it. Ok?” “W-wawkies? Babbehs nu nee-” “NEBULA! The fucker is too fat, we are taking him for walks, and that is final.” Joanna had interrupted her. It was fine to interrupt Fluffies, after all does the majority of them have anything of importance to say? Nebula bowed her head and trudged back to the saferoom, aware of the tantrum Pluto would surely have.
“NUUUU HATECHU MUMMAH HATECHU! BESTESH WAN MIWKIES NAO NAO NAO!” He was laying on his belly, flailing his fat leggies and whining at the top of his lungs. Spearmint cowered and did her best to sneak out of the saferoom. She squeezed out of the crack in the door and made her way to avoid her brother’s wrath. She looked around and sniffed gently. The babbehs! They’re nearby, she can smell them! She hoped they were ok and tried to look for them. She was so focused with her snout to the ground, she didn’t notice Mitch walk up to her.
“Hey sweetie, what’s going on?” He asked, kneeling down and softly rubbed her chest fluff, causing her to coo softly “D-daddeh? Whewe am babbehs? Wanna see bwudda and sissie!” She said. She had no ill intent for her poopy siblings and genuinely cared about them. Mitch gently picked her up and said, “Of course baby girl, we can go see them.” “Teehee! Speawmin Wub gud upsies!” She was brought inside the bedroom, but the smell of weed instantly hit her nostrils. “Ack! Daddeh, wha wiewd pwanty smeww?” She asked. He avoided the question by saying, “Herbs…”
He set her over a box and she peering inside seeing the lil chirpies. Cocoa and Evergreen looked so much better now that they weren’t caked in shit and dirt, or starving to death. They were curled up close to eachother in a two foal fluff pile. Spearmint smiled happily at her two baby siblings. Now that they were being fed they could hopefully start catching up with their siblings. “Babbehs smeww so pwetty!” She said, sniffing at her siblings. Cocoa peeped, as she gently raised her head, sniffing and catching the scent of her big sister. She turned her head, this way and that but laid back down to continue sleeping.
“Fank you daddeh, Wub babbehs! Babbehs am bestesh fings eba! Nu can wait, to be big fwuffy and be soon Mummah!” She cheered. Mitch pet her head and told her, “I’m sure once you grow up big and strong you’ll be the best mama ever, but wait till you’re a big fluffy ok? I’ll let ya know when your ready.” He said. Spearmint kept this in mind and nodded softly. “Yesh daddeh!” She looked around and asked, “Daddeh? Babbehs and Mummah awe safe hewe, wight? Nu bad fwuffies ow meanie bawky munstahs?” She had seen dogs tear apart Nebula’s special friend, so when she said that, she ment dogs.
“Of course you guys are safe here! Let’s go see “Mummah” Joanne ok?” Spearmint nodded and was happy to be taken around the house. Meanwhile Nebula was trying to cover her ears as Pluto was STILL throwing a tantrum! God she’ll put him in the sorry box herself if she has too! She had enough and bonked him on the head. “OWIES! WHY MUMMAH GIB BESTESH HUWTIES!” “Stawp tawking! Mummah wiww hab miwkies again soon!” This made Pluto FINALLY shut his fat trap. Satisfied with the answer he went to go play with one of the balls, choosing the shiny sparkling ball and claiming it as his own. There were like 3 balls and four blockie sets so they had at least a couple toys to play with.
Nebula remembered her old saferoom and wondered why she gave it up. She had the biggest TV, more stuffie friends than she can count, so many toysies, blockies and balls, colorful ring toys, small wooden vroom vrooms, and so much more. Then she remembered why she gave it up. Her babbehs. Her bestesh in particular. She wondered what would happen when he grows up big and strong. She really didn’t want her babbeh to go on walkies and lose all his muscle (immense lard) but she couldn’t argue with her new Mummah and Daddeh. Speaking of babbehs, where the hell did Spearmint go!?
(FluffnPuff here! I’m not sure whether or not I want to redeem Pluto or not, I never seen anyone try to redeem a bestesh babbeh. Can it be done? Also Nebula’s fate is up in the air is well. Let me know what you guys wanna see happen! And let’s wish the lil chirpies a speedie recovery and Spearmint a happier life!)