First person perspective narration. A Fluffy Mare.
I am Parsley. I ran away from my human Daddeh because he didn’t want me to have babbehs. How could he? I am such a good Fluffy and babbehs give the biggest heart happiness! Dummeh Daddeh, he couldn’t take having babbehs from me! So I ran into the town, away from stupid Daddeh, to look for a Special Friend to have babbehs with. It was tough at first - having no nestie and warm housie is terrible. Even more so when need to look for trash nummies. But it’s all right, bebbehs give me biggest heart happies and it’s gonna be worth it.
I found a pretty stallion to be Special Friends with. Oh he was so so pretty… He looked like the apple nummies, red with luscious green mane and striking yellow eyes. We had lots of enfies one bright time to make sure the bebbehs be in tummeh soon enough. When I woke up the next bright time, he was gone! My Special Friend! Where has he gone to? Did a munstah get him? Babbehs need a stallion daddeh… Maybe he would come back?
I waited and waited, so many forevers have gone past. It was 4th bright time after he disappeared… He was not coming back… So sad… My Special Friend… No! I couldn’t get saddies now! Babbehs needed a good mummah! I… I needed to find nummies on my own. I needed to make a nestie on my own. I be the best mummah for the babbehs. I didn’t need anyone! I am a strong, smart Fluffy! I could do this!
I walked a lot to find the best nummies and things to make the nestie with. I got nearly past the town in my search, human homesies became less plentiful and there were more grassies and more trees than I have ever seen. And the trees had apple nummies and plum nummies! What a lucky Fluffy I was! I decided to make my nestie near the nummy trees - there was a hole in the ground big enough for me to get comfortably in, suitably spacious to be a real nestie. A few apple nummies have fallen in there already, even better! This was such a great nestie place! I went to bring in anything soft I could find: leaves from the ground, birdy feathers, grass, even my own shedding fluff. Such a good nestie. Now I just needed to wait for the bebbehs to arrive.
My belly grew big, the bebbehs were on their way. It’s hard to walk and get nummies now… The nestie opening became too small for me to squeeze through. Some nummies still fell in through the hole, but those were not enough. I was being hungry most of the time. But that’s ok. I did it for the babbehs. They give me the heart happies and it’s going to be worth it. I could get more nummies when the babbehs came out of my tummy and I could walk again.
I woke up in the middle of the dark time with the biggest tummy pain. It felt like the biggest poopies were trying to forcefully get out of my poopie place. That’s it! Bebbehs were coming! Yes! What was it about bebbehs coming out of the tummy? Push? Pushing? But what do I push? Oh maybe push like when making poopies! That must be it! I pushed and pushed, made bad poopies in the nestie, but that’s ok. Once bebbehs were here, I could clean it up.
The hurties were so big and horrible. It felt like all of me was in pain, not one bit was alright… Nobody ever told me that when bebbehs come out it hurt so much. I couldn’t give up though, for the bebbehs. I pushed again and I felt something blobby and slick come out of my special place. Then I heard the tiny peeps. My first babbeh! Yes! It’s working! Gotta keep pushing!
When I was done it already became the bright time. I was so exhausted and so hurty… But the bebbehs were here at last. I turned around to see my little heart happies. The sight of poopies, peepees, boo-boo wawa and other wawa didn’t scare me. But the babbehs… My babbehs. MY. BABBEHS. MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BABBEHS!
There were 6 of them, but only two were peeping and chirping. One looked like me and the other like my Special Friend. The rest was oddly small compared to the peeping ones… They were… Twisted, had no leggie or no see place, their mouths crooked and opened in a silent scream. They… they weren’t making any breathies. They… They were… Sniffle… They were forever sleepies…! My little babbehs… Mummah so sorry… Mummah needed to take care of alive bebbehs… They needed the best love, huggies, nummies and everything else…
It has been a few bright times since the babbehs arrived. I cleaned up the nestie and took forever sleeping babbehs to bury them. They could forever sleep in peace now. Mummah always remember all her babbehs.
I decided to name the two alive bebbehs: Fuji for the Special Friend looking colt and Gala for the filly. They were good babbehs, drinking lots of my milkies and getting bigger and bigger every bright time. All was good now.
One bright time a nice lady came over and looked into the nestie. She said she would take me and bebbehs to a good, warm homesie with lots of nummies for everyone. Babbehs need warm nestie and nummies… And it has been getting colder and the apple and plum nummies are scarce. I agreed to go with the nice lady. For the babbehs. They needed all the things that are in a homesie. The beddie, the toysies, the blankets… As a good Mummah, I have to choose what’s the best for me and bebbehs. And getting a new homesie is the best.
The nice lady put me and bebbehs into a boxie and then into the big vroom vroom machine. After some forevers the machine stopped and the lady brought us inside a housie. But the room she left us in… was strange. The floor was gray and hard, and so so cold. The walls were just white and dirty. There were two very slim windows, too high up for a Fluffy to ever reach. No beddie, no blanket, no bowls for wawa or nummies… Only an old table that looked worn and didn’t smell pretty. Just a single bright ball (light) up above was the only brightsies in there.
Fuji and Gala were peeping from cold and discomfort, so I held them close with my hoofsies to warm them up. The nice lady came in, holding a brown boxie. She put the boxie on the table and turned to me. She didn’t say anything. I got brought over to the only metal warmsie (radiator) in the room. The lady put a collar on me and tied it with a stringy to the metal warmsie. Weird, my first Daddeh didn’t do anything like that.
Then the lady grabbed Fuji and Gala, and took them away to the table. No! Lady! Please! They are still too little! They need Mummah! They need me! They need warmth, huggies and milkies! She looked over at me and smiled. She said that shitrats like us didn’t deserve anything good. Huh?! What?! Why?!! What did we do??! I am a good Fluffy! A good Mummah! Fuji and Gala are good babbehs! Nobody did anything wrong! I tried to rush to my babbehs, but I couldn’t get away from the metal warmsie. The lady laughed and stepped closer to me, holding Fuji in her human handsie. He was peeping and chirping his breathie places (lungs) out and I couldn’t get close enough to comfort him. She smacked me hard with her other handsie. It was sudden and stung a lot, tears rolled down my facie. Owwoowowow! Why hurt?! I didn’t do anything bad! The lady squeezed Fuji in her handsie until a soft crunch happened. Fuji was frantically chirping and crying in pain. What did she do to my babbeh!? He is so saddie and hurtie now! He made scaredy peepees and poopies that fell to the floor. Why is nice lady hurting him!? Stop! Stop it! Stop hurting my babbeh!!
The lady dropped my baby Fuji on the floor like a toysie and walked to the table to reach into the boxie. The stringy was holding me back from reaching my foal. So much saddies… My little babbeh was hurty and I couldn’t do anything to help… I’m so sorry Fuji… Mummah love you very muchies! Why was it happening!! Why was the lady giving us hurties!! Not fair, not fair!! She came back. She picked up Fuji again and started pushing pointy hurties (needles) into him. NOOO! STOP! STOP THAT! IT’S HURTING HIM! COULDN’T SHE SEE HE’S HURT?! COULDN’T SHE HEAR HIS PEEPS AND CRIES?! STOP HURTING MY BABBEH!! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!! But she kept going. She put pointy hurties everywhere. In his leggies. In his tummy. In his unopened see places. Even in his special lumps and no-no stick. There was so much of boo-boo wawa. If Fuji could, he would cry and chirp louder. He was already hoarse from screaming for his life. The lady snickered. She had a sharp metal pointie (knife). What was she going to do with it? Please, babbeh needed help! Please please please PLEASE LET ME HAVE MY BABBEH BACK! But she didn’t listen. She put my little colt on the cold floor. He looked like a pointie animal friend (hedgehog), but all the pointies were in the front, not on his back. The lady put the sharp metal against Fuji’s leggie and cut it off. Then the other leggie. Then all the leggies were cut off. Boo-boo wawa everywhere. My heart was so hurtie, so saddie, so scared. My little baby was suffering and all I could do was look. The lady didn’t listen. Why? Why why why WHY WHYYYYY?!! WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING?!! I SCREAMED AND I CRIED AND I BEGGED FOR MY BABBEHS, BUT I COULDN’T HELP THEM! HUUHUU HUUHUUU! STOP IT, PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW WHAT WE DID WRONG, BUT I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE!!
Fuji’s cries quieted down from the strain and exhaustion. The lady stood up straight on her legs. She put her heel on the babbeh’s head. I couldn’t look. I covered my facie with my hoofsies. The sound that filled my earsies… the terrible, awful wet squelch. I wailed as I felt my heart breaking into pieces. M-m-my babbeh… My sweet little Fuji… I’m so sorry… Mummah couldn’t save you… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry my babbeh…
LADY!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?! WHY DID YOU GIVE HURTIES AND FOREVER SLEEPIES TO A LITTLE BABBEH?! HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING BAD!! HE WAS JUST A LITTLE BABBEH!! BABBEHS ARE FOR HUGGIES AND LOVE!! MUNSTAH LADY!! BAD BAD UGLY LADY!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!
Munstah lady only laughed at me and my tears. She kicked forever sleepies Fuji away from me. Kicked him like it didn’t matter. Like he was just some trash. A broken toysie. She said this was what Fluffies were good for because they were just pathetic shitpigs that didn’t deserve to live. Fluffies only made demands and always wanted more of everything. They took everything they wanted.
First, a Fluffy took her child because they ran through the street and a vroom vroom machine gave them forever sleepies.
Then a big Fluffy took her Special Friend, they left and never came back.
The lady became angry.
She grabbed Gala off the table. Little filly was scared out of her tiny Fluffy mind, peeping, chirping and crying. This time there were no pointies. I could barely see through my tears and gasps for air. My babbeh! My last babbeh!! DON’T HURT MY LASTEST BEBBEH!! PLEASE!! I DO ANYTHING!! HURT ME INSTEAD!! PLEASE LET HER GO!! THAT’S JUST A LITTLE BABBEH!! Again, no other response than a menacing laughter. Gala was trembling in the lady’s handsie, suckling on her hoof in between her peeps of distress. Munstah lady put her finger on the filly’s belly and pressed firmly. The filly chirped in discomfort. The lady pressed harder. The babbeh made peepees, poopies and sicky wawas. The lady kept pressing. Gala’s chirps of pain and fear were like pointy hurties right in my heart. PLEASE LET GALA GO!! JUST A LITTLE BABBEH!! PLEASE!! SHE’S A GOOD FLUFFY!! A GOOD BABBEH!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! PLEASE DON’T GIVE HER FOREVER SLEEPIES!! There was boo-boo wawa trickling from little filly’s poopie place and special place. Something poked out of the poopie place and Gala screamed. More boo-boo wawa. My little filly baby was screaming for help. And I was powerless against the munstah lady. The boo-boo wawa abruptly exploded out of the babbeh’s mouth. Silence. The deafening silence. Little Gala’s facie was all red from crying, strain and boo-boo wawa. My heart stopped. Gala’s eyes were bulging out, forced to open by the pressure of a strong human handsie. She also went forever sleepies.
I… I couldn’t… I didn’t… Why did it happen… Why them?.. My babbehs… M-m-my babbehs… They’re gone. Everything I wanted and loved… gone… T-taken away from m-me… B-but… Fluffies were for huggies and love… I… I don’t understand… I… I don’t… I… I wanna… I wanna die. I wanna die. Let me die so I could join my babbehs in Sketti Land.
Wanna die.
Wanna die.
Wanna die wanna die wanna die wanna die…
First I felt getting dragged away from the metal warmsie. Then my tail was ripped off. My mane was ripped off. I screamed in pain. Suddenly I went flying and hit a wall. I stopped feeling my bottom leggies. Munstah lady was yelling something, but I couldn’t understand anymore.
Everything was hazy. Everything was painful. I wanna die.
Munstah lady gave me bad uppsies. She held my head up to look at her. I looked, but I couldn’t understand anything. I wanna die.
I hit the cold, hard floor below. I felt so many stompies and they all hurt badly. I couldn’t move no more. I wanna die.
I felt the sharp metal pointie stabbed into my fluff so many times. I couldn’t make good breathies and boo-boo wawa was in my mouth. So much hurties… Fluff hurties, heart hurties, thinky place hurties…
Everything is so dark and cold… It felt like falling asleep. So… Tired…
Can’t hold on…
I… I-I…
Ah…
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The truth without kindness is brutality. The kindness without truth is manipulation.
Fluffies learn the hardest way possible.