"Bestest Mummah Boudica - 1" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/cQW9cY72 Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:06:11 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:11 AM UTC Mossiest, October 24, 2019; 08:47 / FB 54949 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Part 1 It had been a lot of bright-times since Boudica’s babbehs were born – far more than she had weggies. It had been long enough that all of her babbehs opened their seeing-places and were able to move on their own, though still too young to eat anything other than her miwkies. And they could say more than just “peep” or “cheep” - they could even say the name she gave each of them. Every word they spoke made her heart fill with good feels, and they became the bestest feels whenever they spoke a new word! She sat on the nest, watching over her babbehs as they played little fluffy games with each other, as was her job as a mummah when her special-friend was looking for nummies. They were playing a rousing game of huggie-tag, with each round ending in a happy four-babbeh fluffpile of giggling cuteness. “Babbehs!~” she called out, forelegs outstretched, “Mummah wanna gib you aww bestest huggies!” The babies paused for a second, before starting a race to be the first. The first to reach her was Buzzy, her blue-fluffed black-maned pegasus filly. Always the most energetic of her babbehs, she dug her snout right into her mummah’s fluff. “Buzzy get fiwst huggies!” she exclaimed, and she earned the first embrace. Of course her bestest would be the first to win! Second was her monochrome-red unicorn filly. While not the fastest, she saw that her competition was going for the foreleg closest to them, and instead opted to go for the furthest. She took the lead when her competition hesitated after Buzzy claimed the closest. “Dis weggie give da bestest huggies!” she shouted, wrapping her legs around her mummah’s, “And bestest weggie bewong to Smawtie!” Boudica couldn’t resist pulling in her smartest babbeh, and she never hesitated to let her know she was the smartest. Third to reach her was her newest, and biggest, babbeh, a light-green wingie-babbeh with a brown mane. His colors weren’t the most appealing, but when he came to them a few bright-times ago asking for a new mummah after his own had forever-sleepies, she just couldn’t turn him away. Especially not after that pretty dance he did for them! She had enough miwkies for all her babbehs, so even if Dancie had to wait last, he wouldn’t starve. And he didn’t need miwkies with his teeth fully grew in. However, he didn’t enter her embrace just yet. Dancie had turned back to look at the last babbeh, the pink earthy with a green mane, who had stopped after he saw each foreleg already in use. Devastated by his failure, he lied down in defeat. “Nuuuuu huu huu!” he cried out, tears dripping down into his fluff, “Nu faiw! Sissies am tu fast! Pwetty wan huggies tuu! Hu hu huuuuuu!” “Is okay, bwuddah.” Dancie bent down and hugged his body, giving the best embrace he could. “Dancie give huggies tuu.” It didn’t seem to help stop Pretty’s crying, but he tried anyways. “Siwwy babbehs!” Boudica called out, “Mummah can hug aww hew babbehs!” Her forelegs opened up, earning cheers from three of her babies, which drowned out the complaining from Smartie. She held all her babbies in a big hugpile, and they hugged her back. It was the bestest feeling ever! The only thing that ended the hug was the sight of her special-friend with nummies in his mouth. “Okay babbehs, Daddeh is back!” She'd given him a name too, Special, though she'd long since stopped using it after the babbehs were born. She let the foals go so they could go back to their little games while she would fill her belly and make miwkies. Even Dancie knew that mummah and daddeh got to eat first; he’d just have to do with what was left over, if any. When Special placed them down in their housie, Boudica realized he hadn’t brought back much. It was just some grass and flower nummies that didn’t taste pretty. “Sowwy speshuw-fwend,” he said, a somber look to his face, “dis was aww daddeh couwd find. Big hoomins took nummie baggies away. Yuu can have aww dese.” She looked down at the food, then back up at Special. “Dees nu make best miwkies for babbehs...buh babbehs need miwkies. Boowica fowgib yuu.” While she may have rejected such poor nummies in the past, a good mummah always made sure her babbehs had enough miwkies – an unfed babbeh would mean she was a bad mummah! She dug in to her meal, her special-fwiend napping beside her as she hungrily devoured the grass and flowers. These flowers tasted better than the ones he brought a few bright-times ago, and they helped her ignore the icky grass. Once she finished, she called out, “Babbehs! Is time fow miwkies!~” The four rushed over to their mummah, their tummies growling in anticipation. As always, Buzzy was the first to claim a teat, but Pretty had managed to reach the other before Smarty...only to be pushed away by his pointy sister before he could latch on. “Owwie!” he cried out, “Why sissy being meanie? Pwetty was hewe fiwst!” This only earned him a boop on the nose and a stuck-out tongue from Smarty. “Stoopid bwuddah! Smawty need miwkies mowe den yuu!” The pink colt looked up at his mother, but all he received from her was a shrug. “Sowwy Pwetty. Buzzy and Smawty get miwkies fiwst.” Even the whimpering face of her baby couldn’t change this. “Nuu wowwy! Mummah have enough miwkies fow yuu too!” The dejected foal had no choice but to wait his turn, walking off to play with a pretty rock he’d found just a moment ago. As Buzzy and Smarty drank their fill, Dancie looked over the spot where his mummah’s nummies had been. He sniffed around for any remains, but found none. “Mummah? Dewe nu am nummies fow Dancie-babbeh?” “Sowwy Dancie, buh mummah nee nummies to make miwkies for mummah’s babbehs. Yu am big babbeh; yu no need miwkies anymowe. Yu can wook for nummies nao!” The weanling moaned a “Huuuuuuuuuu” as he left the box. “Not-nestie-pwace am tuu scawwy. Nu wanna weave!” His tummy-hurties would just have to wait, so he walked over by the dumpster, sulking in his hunger. There was occasionally some nummies there, but they usually tasted awful. And there hadn't been any since the last bright-time. Buzzy finished first, ending her meal with a small burp. “Mummah make da bestest miwkies!” she exclaimed, hugging her mummah before walking off to play with her little brother, her wingies buzzing with newfound energy. Smarty took her time, knowing to take a break every so often so she could drink more. Not like mummah was gonna tell her to stop. Boudica was too happy singing to her smartest babbeh drink to pay attention to what was going on near her home. “Mummah wuv babbehs~” Her singing blocked out the noise of flapping wings. Real wings. “Babbehs wuv mummah~” She didn’t see the black-wingie birdies move in front of Buzzy and Pretty. “Babbehs dwink miwkies~” She didn’t hear Buzzy try to make talkies with her new wingie friend, nor did she hear Pretty’s scardey-cheeps. “An gwow up big and stwong!” It was only when she finished that she heard her pink babbeh’s cries. “Mummaaaaah! Scawy wingie-munstas! Nu wet them num babbeh!” “Wingie-munstas?” she asked aloud, peering out from her cardboard housie. There was a black birdie looking at Buzzy, just staring at her. Another was hopping around Pretty, scardey poopies and scardey peepees trailing him as he ran as fast as his little leggies could go. Tears and snot stained his pretty pink fluff. She couldn't resist giggling a little. She'd seen plenty of these birdies before, and they weren't meanies. "Nu wowwy, siwwy babbeh! Come to mummah! Mummah wiww show yuu these nu am bad munstahs!" She stayed in place, opened her hind legs up, unintentionally knocking Smarty off her teat. Her special-friend stirred at the noises, eyes still refusing to open as he tried to go back to sleep. Dancie was the only one who had common sense (despite Boudica not even addressing him), retreating back into the cardboard box for safety. One of the crows pressed its talons down on Buzzy, pinning her down to the ground. "Owwies!" she exclaimed, trying to wiggle out. "Why wingie-fwend give sorry-hoofsies? Am good babb-" She was interrupted as the crow pecked her face, grasping one of her see-places with its beak and pulling it out, swallowing it with a single motion. She shouted as loud as her tiny lungs could go: "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her wiggling increased in intensity, but she could not free herself. Boudica had witnessed the attack, mouth agape, but shock delayed her until the crow started pecking at her bestest's fluff, tearing it off with ease along with her pink skin. Once she saw the boo-boo juice, it registered in her fluffy brain that her babbeh was in serious danger. "NUUUUUUU! NU HUWT BESTEST BABBEH!" She shouted, but she made no effort to move from her spot. Even as the crow continued pecking at Buzzy, effortlessly tearing off pieces of fluffy flesh from her body, even as the other crow following Pretty began to peck at him, she didn't put any effort into helping them, held back by the fear that if she got close to any of them, they might give her hurties. She could only cover her face, with Smarty and Dancie hiding at her side, praying she wouldn't get hurt. It was up to her special-friend, awoken by all the screaming and crying (and the scent of his babbehs' and special-friend's scardey poopies), to save them. "DADDEH NU WET YUU HUWT BABBEHS!" he heroically shouted, charging as fast as he could (not very) towards the closest crow, who was just now drawing blood from Pretty. He turned so the bird was facing his rump. "DUMMEH BUWD GET SOWWY POOPEHS!" he screamed as a torrent of liquid shit spewed from his anus, coating the crow. The bird was repelled by the rancid-smelling feces, its only thoughts were running away from the source. The bird attacking his daughter only paused for a moment to see what was happening, before flipping Buzzy on her side to get at her softer belly. Her screams had devolved into quiet defeated peeps as it tore through her belly-fluff, her skin there providing even less resistance than her back. It didn't even need to pin her down, as all she could do in this position was cry, scream, and void what was left in her bowels. By the time her Daddeh was running to save her, her tummy-sketties were being pulled out. "Nuuuu huu huu!" she quietly cried, desperately reaching for them with her forelegs, "Tummeh-sketti! Come back! Nu am fow nummies!" She couldn't stop them from being torn open, sobbing as the wowstet hurties overwhelmed her. "WEAVE BABBEH AWONE DUMMEH MUNSTAH!" Special shouted, and the bird obliged, more due to having had enough to eat than intimidation. He'd been too late to save his daughter - she lied on her side, motionless. She'd been thoroughly torn up inside and out, the crows having taken her heart as their last bite. Her face was permanently ajar as her corpse stared right to her mummah, who still cried aloud with her hoof-blocked eyes, flanked at both sides by babbehs. Special sighed, turning away from the deceased babbeh. It wasn't the first babbeh he'd ever had that took forever sleepies, though it still gave him saddies. He walked towards the still-crying Pretty. He was leaking a little bit of boo-boo juice from his left hind leg - the wound was fairly deep, yet had already clotted - but he was very much alive and well. And covered in poopies. And bawling his eyes out. "MUMMAH! DADDEH! WHY NU HEWP PWETTY? WHY GIVE SOWWY-POOPIES? PWETTY HAVE WOWSTEST OWCHIES EVUH HUUU HUUU HUUUUU! NEE HUGGIES!" Silently, Special picked the babbeh up with his teeth, careful not to taste any of the shit. "NUUUUU!" Pretty shouted, afraid his attacker was back, "NUUUUUU! AM GOOD BABBEH! NU AM NUMMIIIIIES!" He carried the babbeh back to his special-friend, who only lifted her hoofs from her eyes when she heard her babbeh get close. "Pwetty? Pwetty am okay? Come hewe, Pwetty!" She was relieved to see her babbeh alive and well, but blocked him when she saw just how sorry his condition was, grabbing him with the top of her hoofsies. "Sowwy babbeh, bu yuu nu smeww gewd. Mummah give you wickie-cweanies fiwst. Then yu can have huggies an miwkies." Having to lick up all that shit was awful, but it was something she was used to doing when her babbehs were too little to know the difference between good and bad poopies. She could even differentiate it from the taste of his boo-boo juice, and she was extra careful to make sure his hurties-spot didn't have any more poopies on it. Pretty cried through the whole ordeal until he was placed down on her teat. He wasted no time drinking down her not-as-pretty-as-usual-but-still-tasty miwkies, though he'd still sob whenever he took a break to breathe, still complaining about his wowstest huwties. Dancie gave him huggies, though only lightly so as not to interrupt the feeding. Even Smarty was sympathetic to her brother's distress, and gave him a smaller huggie on his tail. Boudica looked back up, confident that her babbeh was getting enough huggies (because huggies made everything better!), realizing she was still missing a babbeh. "Speshuw-fwend? Whewe am Buzzy babbeh? Is bestest babbeh okay?" The stallion struggled to look his special-friend in the eyes. "Am sowwy, speshuw-fwend. Wingie-munstahs gave Buzzy babbeh fowevah sweepies. Daddeh am tuu wait to sab hew." She stared at her special-friend in disbelief. For the first time since she covered her face, she looked down the alley - and saw the upside-down corpse of her bestest babbeh staring right at her with empty eye sockets, her blue fluff and black mane shredded apart. Her leggies were limp. She was completely silent and still. Tears once again dripped from Boudica's eyes. She wanted to ask her bestest to stop playing around and come to her. She wanted to blink and realize she was just having a bad sleepy picture, but nothing changed. She wanted to see her bestest babbies flutter wings that were no longer on her back. But once she heard Pretty keep wailing about his worstest hurties, seeing Dancie start to cry, she couldn't deny it any more. The pain in her heart was too much to bear. "nuuUUUUUUU! BESTEST BUZZY BABBEH! NU WAN WOSE BESTEST BABBEH! NUUUUHUUHUU!" Her wailing pushed Dancie into his own wailing, and even Smarty was crying from the loss. "HAVE WOWSTEST HEAWT-HEARTIES. NEE *sniff* NEE HUGGIES. PWEASE GIB MUMMAH HUGGIES, HUUUUUUUUUUuu!" Her special-friend obliged, hugging her body. Her three remaining babies joined in, hugging whatever fluff they could touch, all crying into their crying mummah, who held them close to her, each giving the biggest huggies they could. Huggies were supposed to fix everything, right? So why didn't they make the heart-hurties go away?