"Bestest Mummah Boudica - 3" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/cpHchB2K Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:07:49 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:08 AM UTC Mossiest, October 30, 2019; 20:43 / FB 54976 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Chapter 3 Boudica held her babbehs close, singing yet another mummah song to comfort them. Smarty had tuckered herself out with all those sorry hoofsies, accepting that there wouldn't be any miwkies until her dummeh mummah had nummies. Pretty had fallen asleep - one of his only escapes from the pain of sickness and tummie owies, though he still wasn't having the best sleepies lately. She stopped once she saw the familiar red unicorn approaching the nest, with nummies in his mouth...stringy nummies. She gasped: "Speshuw-fwiend fouwn sketties?!" Her voice woke up her sleeping Pretty babbeh, but those divine words entranced her two babbehs, who began to babble on about sketties and how they were so excited to finally have nummies and skettie-miwkies. He plopped the small pile in front of her. "Aww youws, speshuw-fwiend." The overjoyed fluffy mummah didn't even question his generosity, or the green fluff speckled through the sketties, or why there was already a few bites taken out of it. She pushed her babbehs aside (who groaned about their mummah's meanness, but were still overjoyed at their upcoming meal) and dug right in to the pile. Special was such a good special-friend! She didn't leave a single scrap of sketti left, or a single drop of sauce on the ground. She scooped her two babbehs with her forelegs, sitting down on her rump and pushing them onto her teats, already filling with the best miwkies. Smarty on her left, Pretty on her right. They didn't hesitate to latch on. As her two babbehs suckled down sweet nutritious skettie-miwkies, Boudica realized that only her special-friend had come back. "Wewe am Dancie babbeh, speshuw-fwiend? Pwetty make poopies. Nee Dancie to cwean dem." "Sowwy speshuw-fwiend. Dancie babbeh am bad babbeh. He twy to take sketties, buh daddeh scawe him off. Nu know whewe Dancie am now." "Waaaaaaa?" Boudica's eyes and mouth were wide open; "Buh wy?! Mummah ownwy gib Dancie babbeh huggies and wuv!" "Jus a bad babbeh. Dancie was twicking yuu and daddeh and babbehs fow nummies." "Huuuuuuuu..." Even if Dancie wasn't hers, the betrayal gave her heart hurties. Not as bad as when she lost Buzzy, but it stung all the same. Her moan trailed off as she looked down at her two babbehs. Her two good babbehs who would never hurt her like that. "Mummah wuv babbehs, mummah give miwkies~. Babbehs get bestest miwkies, 'cause babbehs wuv mummah~" Smarty drank faster than her brother, every gulp calming her aching belly. But there was only so much for her to drink; she got less and less with each gulp, until the teat no longer had anything left. "Smawty wan mowe!" she yelled, beating at the teat to try and squeeze more sustenance out. "Sowwy, Smawty. Dat am enuff miwkies fow babbeh to wose tummie-owies. Mummah gib mowe miwkies when mummah have more nummies." Smarty pouted, putting a few more strikes into the empty teat. She looked over at her brother, who was still drinking away. He'd always been a slower eater, drawing out the taste for as long as he could. Though to Smarty, staying latched longer meant he was getting more miwkies than she did. How dare he! She body-checked him off the teat, miwkies dripping from the nipple and her brother's mouth. "Owwies!" he shouted, knocked onto his side. Smarty she didn't hesitate to latch right on and drink - there was still plenty left in here! But she was interrupted by her mummah lifting her off, placing her down by her side. "Nu, bestest-babbeh! Wet Pwetty dwink." The small pink babbeh stood back up and relatched to the teat. "Nu cawe! Smawty wan miwkies! Dummeh bwuddah nu take bestest miwkies!" "Sowwy, bestest-babbeh. Dose miwkies aww fow Pwetty. Pwetty have sickies, nee miwkies and wuv to get bedduh." "DUMMEH MUMMAH! SMAWTY NU WET DUMMEH BWUDDAH STEAW MIWKIES!" The babbeh climbed over back to her mummah's teats and charged her brother, digging her horn right into his sickie-looking leg. It didn't even break the skin, but it had the desired effect: Pretty scree'd his loudest scree yet, only pausing when half-digested miwkies spewed from his mouth along with sicky-wawa before screaming again. He was on his side, screaming and crying as hard as his lungs and eyes could go. No longer on mummah's teat. "MUMMAAAAH! HUUUUUUUU! SISSY GIB WOWSTEST OUCHIES! NEE HUGGIES!" "SHADDUP DUMMY BWUDDAH!" Smarty gave his snout a quick boop, silencing him for just a moment. Long enough for her to once again latch on to the teat and take in a couple of mouthfuls of miwkies. Their mother had witnessed this all, aghast at her bestest babbeh's actions. She hesitated to act, looking over at her special-friend for assistance. He got the hint, walking up and grabbing Smarty, pulling her up by the scruff of her neck with his teeth. "DUMMEH DADDEH!" she shouted, miwikies dripping from her mouth and her legs flailing wildly, "WET SMAWTY DOWN, OW GET SOWWY-HOOFSIES AND POOPIES!" And he did just that, placing her down on the ground. And pinning her down with a single hoofsie. She struggled against the weight, tried squirming out, even tried sorry-pooping her way out, but to no avail. "WET SMAWTY GU! NU DESEWVE SOWWY-HOOFSIES! DUMMY DADDEH GET-" She was interrupted by a hoofsie to the snout. It wasn't a hard one, but it did quiet her down. "Owwie! Why daddeh give sowwy-hoofsie? Smawty am gud-" Another hoofsie, this one slighlty harder, silenced her. A drop of blood trickled from her snout, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't cry in fear that she'd get yet another sorry hoofsie. She looked back at her mummah, hoping she would intervene. But her mummah was just looking away, down at her little brother. He didn't deserve to drink those miwkies, she did! He didn't deserve their mummah's huggies, she did! She didn't deserve these sorry hoofsies, her brother did! She had to watch until he emptied the teat, ending his meal with a small burp and a huggie. Her daddeh relieved a bit of the force on her, though she still couldn't move. "Smawty say sowwy and gib huggies to Pwetty." "Nu wanna! Nu wanna-" Another hoofsie to the snout changed her mind pretty quickly. "Huuuuuuu..." she moaned in defeat. "Smawtie...Smawtie wiww say sowwy." Her daddeh let her free, though he pushed her towards her mummah. Her brother saw her approach, and made scaredy-peepees and scardey-cheeps, trying to retreat under her mummah's fluff. But she didn't let him, holding him out so Smartie could reach him. She didn't feel sorry about what she did. Just because he was sick didn't mean he deserved more than a bestest babbeh. It was his own fault he got hurt and sick. He shouldn't be coddled for his dumb mistakes. But their mummah and, more threateningly, their daddeh were watching. So she embraced her brother, who was at first confused. "Am sowwy bwudduh. Nu mean to huwt yuu." Lies that she spoke only because of the threat of more sorry hoofsies. Her brother, as usual, believed her, and embraced her back in a mutual huggie. "Pwetty fowgive yuu. Pwetty stiww wuv sissy." His squeeze tightened a little, but hers didn't. "Wuv yuu tuu, bwudduh." She hated him, and getting sorry-hoofsies because of him made up her little mind: she wanted him gone. She didn't want this dummy sicky miwkie-stealing get-her-hoofsies brother around anymore. But she was too scared to plan anything at the moment. She didn't want more sorry-hoofsies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another bright-time-darkies-time passed, and the family had no more nummies (or rather, daddeh didn't bring any for mummah to make miwkies with). While sketties were a delicious and nutritious meal, it wasn't long until the babbehs were once again crying about tummie hurties and wanting miwkies. Pretty in particular wasn't doing very well. He was in even more pain than before, whining whenever he took even a few steps. He was making poopies and peepees much more often (which was now up to Boudica to clean up), and they smelled (and tasted) even less pretty than before. The spot where he'd been bitten a few bright-times ago was a dark red that contrasted greatly with his pink fluff. Boudica didn't know what she was doing wrong: he was getting lots of huggies, wuv, and miwkies! So why was he getting worse? Was there something else that he needed, or was she not being a good-enough mummah? Her guilt only grew when her special-friend came back with nothing. "Sowwy speshuw-fwiend. Nummie baggies stiww gone, and nu can weech sketties." Disappointment filled the family, but an idea hit Boudica; "Wuh if daddeh bwing Pwetty and Smawty? If dummeh Dancie babbeh cuwd weach, den dey can weach tuu!" "Nu shuwe if gud idea," Special mused aloud. "Buh wan skettie-miwkies!" Smarty said, sitting atop her mummah's fluff, "Nee miwkies...Smawty am hungwy. Nu wan bad tummie huwties!" "Wan sketti-miwkies tuu!" Pretty said, right by his sister's side. Saying that much was a struggle, as he went into a small coughing fit right after. Even Boudica joined in the pleading: "Pwease speshuw-fwiend; wet babbies get sketties. If dey nu get any miwkies, den Pwetty nu get bettaw, and Smawty nu can be big bestest-babbeh!" "*sigh* Awwight then. Babbehs can get on daddeh's fwuff. Daddeh kno the way." "Buh babbeh wan stay wiff mummah!" Pretty was too sore to want to move all the way, and even being moved around was suffering. He wanted to stay in his mummah's comforting fluff as much as he could now - it was the only way to dull the pain even a little without miwkies. "Mummah can come tuu! Boowica wanna see skettie-pwace!" Another sigh from the daddeh, but he was outnumbered here. And he didn't want to let his babbehs starve. "Awwight, awwight. Mummah can come tuu." The mummah and two babbehs cheered, babbling on about how they'd have more of the bestest sketties. Special just gave them a smile, leading Boudica along. One turn out of their alleyway, another turn towards the black rock. At least he wouldn't have to carry them over there, but he wasn't sure how to get the sketties this time. He couldn't use one of his own babbehs - not without having a struggle with Boudica. Maybe he'd get lucky and find another mummah and use her foals. Though if he had to choose from his own, Pretty wasn't looking too well... "Mummah, is dat a fwuffy? Wooks scawwy..." Pulled from his thoughts, Special turned towards his family - and caught a glimpse of a brown-and-white-furred creature with long weggies and a thin tail approach from across the street. A barky-munstah. He'd met these before. He knew that their hoofsies had sharp pointy-sticks on them, that their mouths had sharp pointy teeth, that any fluffy caught by them was as good as dead. He'd seen how fast they could tear into a fluffy, how they'd sometimes use foals to train their own babbehs in how to hunt, how sometimes they'd just grab a fluffy and run off. He'd already lost a family to these terrors; he didn't want to lose another. And his family only looked on in wonder as the munstah got closer and closer, unaware of the danger they were in. He shouted as loud as his little lungs could shout: "WUN! AM BAWKY-MUNSTAH! NU WET IT NUM BABBEHS!" "Waaa?" Boudica was slow on the uptake, but his shouting did instill the fear of mortality in her heart. And she reacted as she always did when she was scared: covering her face with her forelegs as she sobbed, scardey-pooping and scardey-peeing right there. Her two babbehs weren't much different, pooping and peeing on her fluff as they scardey-peeped, clinging to her mane for comfort. "DUMMEH! NU HIDIES! WUN!" He gave her the first sorry-hoofsie he ever gave her on her side, which earned a small yelp from her. But it did motivate her to use her forelegs for moving, and she was running off with all the speed a fluffy could run with. He was quick to follow - keeping an eye on the barky-munstah still approaching them. But wait...he'd never seen them approach like this before. There was usually more than one of them. So why was it- There was a sudden weight on his backside, and a sharp sting on his back. "OWWIES!" His hind legs giving out under the sudden pain and weight as shit spewed from his anus. He didn't know what did it: that dog was still walking towards him. How did it get him from all the way over there? Fear clouded his mind, and his only thoughts were of getting back to his nestie. He struggled under the weight, but he was just strong enough to lift up his hind legs. And then the heavy sting pierced his back once more. Once again screamed in pain, once again he went down, once again he shot liquid shit from his anus...but this time, he only heard the shit come out. He didn't feel it at all. He couldn't feel the back half of his body at all. He tried to drag himself by his forelegs, but he couldn't make any progress. "Nuuuuuu! Weggies? Why weggies nu wowk? Nee wun fwom bawky-munstah!" The dog was now right up to him, but he heard a "woof" from behind him. The revelation hit him that there was more than one barky-munstah. He looked down to the ground, tears forming in his own. "Pwease bawky-munstah...nu num fwuffy. Fwuffies nu am fow nummies...nu am bad fwuffy..." But the dog stayed there, just staring at him and sniffing him. He looked ahead and saw Boudica still running off, still trailing poopehs and peepees. She was the only one who could save him now. "SPESHUW-FWEND, HEWP! NU WET GOOD DADDEH BE MUNSTAH NUMMEHS!" She didn't even turn back, rounding the corner as she ran back to their nestie. The last he saw of her was her terrified face, her two terrified foals desperately clinging to her mane. "HEEEEWP! HEWWWWP! SAVE DADDEH!" But she didn't come back for him. Nobody came to save him. All that was there was him, the dog to his side, and the dog that he couldn't feel currently consuming his rear. He craned his head to look the dog at his side right in the eyes. These were the kinds of eyes that had killed his mummah and siblings, the ones that made darkie-times truly terrifying. Its cold brown eyes stared right into his, and his heart felt nothing but despair. "Pwease...nu huwt-" The dog bit him right in the throat, tearing a chunk out of his neck. He tried to scream for help again, but no words came out. Boo-boo-juice flowed from his neck, and he wanted to beg it to stop, but he just couldn't make anything other than choked noises. His body grew weaker, and his vision grew darker and darker. Even if he couldn't say it, his mind begged for someone, anyone to come save him from being nummies. Nobody came to save him.