"Bestest Mummah Boudica - 4" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/yh7TuPYH Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:08:55 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:06 AM UTC Mossiest, November 1, 2019; 20:52 / FB 54981 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Part 4 Smarty hated her mummah. A dummeh mummah that let her go hungry so many times, who wouldn't save all the miwkies for her real bestest babbeh. She'd been a huge dummeh and ran past the alley that held their nesties after the barky-munstah attack; she'd been in such a blind panic that she just kept running in one direction after making the first turn, desperate to get away from the barky-munstahs until they were so far from their nest, none of them could remember where it was. Smarty hated her daddeh. Even if he had a similar fluff color as she did, he was an awful daddeh that barely found any nummies for her mummah to eat. What really made her hate him was when she got his sorry-hoofsies because of her dummeh brother being a miwkies thief. Her brother deserved them, not her, but her daddeh kept striking her nose until it leaked boo-boo juice and she quieted down, and even made her hug her brother! He deserved to get attacked by those barky-munstahs! Smarty hated her dummeh pink brother most of all. All his nonstop crying about hurties, all his nonstop demands for huggies, all his nonstop pleas for more miwkies. Even as their mummah was running, he cried, begging her not to let the barky-munstahs num him, even after they were long gone. He was so dummeh that he'd gotten sickies, and was clearly getting worse, yet her mummah and daddeh didn't seem to care. If anything, they were treating him better now that he was sick! It was complete nonsense! Her mummah had finally gotten too tired to keep looking for their nesties, and had just walked into some random alleyway for a rest. There were some nummies here, and while they didn't look or smell (or, from her complaining, taste) pretty, two babbehs begging for miwkies was something hard to ignore. He chowed down on some yellow nummies (a banana peel), and finally let her babbehs climb off her fluff to reach her teats. "Miwkies nu taste good." Smarty knew her mummah could make better miwkies than this, but her mummah was barely holding herself together, her blue fluff matted with tears and snot, still distressed at her situation. She just had to bear with it, chugging down the miwkies as fast as she could without choking. Who knew when they were going to get more? "Am-am sowwy, Smawty-babbeh. *sniff* Buh mummah nu want yuu to have *hic* tummie-owwies! Good mummahs nu wet babbehs have tummie-owwies...even if miwkies nu taste gud...huuuuuuuu..." Well, right from her mummah's mouth: she was a bad mummah. But Smarty already knew that. "Whewe daddeh?" Pretty asked, taking a break to shiver. "Daddeh know whewe nesties awe." Smarty shook her head at her brother's ignorance. "Daddeh get fowevah-sweepies." She didn't see any reason to hide the truth, even if it just made her mummah cry more. And made her brother start crying again. It was only the truth: why were they so afraid of it? "Nu am twu!" Of course her dummeh mummah was still in denial. "Speshuw-fwiend wiww be back and hewp mummah and babbehs get back tu nesties! Jus *sniff* jus wait a widdle wongew!" Smarty glared at her mummah, but went back to drinking miwkies instead of more shouting. She'd gotten a glimpse of the second barky-munstah jumping on him and biting into his back, and how he struggled to move. And she heard his desperate screaming that ended with a sudden silence. And yet, a little bit of her wished she was wrong, that daddeh was coming to rescue them. She wanted her box homesie back, because there was nothing protecting them from from sky wawa. But he never came for them, even as the bright-time ended. Her mummah and brother had finally quieted down, and had fallen asleep in the same alley they'd been in since they ran. Smarty and her brother sleept on top of their mummah's fluff. She cursed that Dancie had run off, because her mummah's fluff was still stained with poopies and peepees, and there was no way she was going to clean it herself. They didn't have any choice, as it was the warmest part of her that didn't involve her sleeping on top of them. And without a box homesie, they weren't protected from the wind that blew through every so often. One such breeze woke her up - not directly, but because her brother had started to whine again. "B-b-babbeh have c-c-owdies..." She was fortunate that his voice had gone hoarse by now, but it was still enough to wake her. "S-sissy, g-give huggies. Pw-pweese." She opened a single eye, and could see that he was crawling towards her. "Gu back tu sweep, dummeh." "Pweese...have w-wowstest cowdies...w-wowstet huwties...nee-ee huggies, but mummah nu heaw and is s-sweepies." She was too tired for this. The moment he got close enough to touch her, she moved away from him. "Nu. Dummeh nuu get bestest Smawty's huggies. Yuu wucky Smawtie wet you sweep hewe at aww." "Huuuuuu...n-nu w-wan cowdies! Nee wawm huggieeees! Hu-huuuuuuuuuuu..." He still kept crawling towards her, crying all the way. She wanted to go right back to sleep, but her anger and having to move left her wide awake. Her brother was stealing her miwkies, stealing her parents' time, stealing her parents' love. Now he was stealing her sleepy-time. No. She couldn't stand this anymore. This was the last thing she'd ever let him steal. She sighed. "Okay. Smawty wiww gib dummeh babbeh bestest huggies." It stopped her brother's crying, and even earned a joyous squeal from him. "Sit up. Sissy gib big huggies." "O-okay!" She watched as he struggled to sit straight up - movement just hurt more and more for him with each passing forever - until he was sitting on his rump, weggies open in anticipation for an embrace. While her parents may have been able to resist her hoofsies, she knew her brother always reacted in pain to hers. She was going to give him the worstest hoofsies ever, and the last ones he'd ever get. She approached him, and once she was close enough and had made sure they were lined up against their mummah's side, turned her backside to him - and promptly bucked him right in his fluffy chest with both her hind legs. As she'd hoped, he tumbled down his mummah's fluff, unable to scream with the wind knocked out of his little dummeh lungs. She flashed a devious smile, amused by him rolling down their mummah's fluff, frantically flailing in silence as scardey-poopies wildly flew out from him. And it ended once he hit the ground, ending his fall on his back with a *crack*. He went completely still, his limbs went limp. Smarty felt absolutely delighted to see her brother finally take forever-sleepies, and only stopped herself from doing a happy-dance when she remembered it might wake *her* mummah. Dummeh didn't even know one of her babies were- And then she saw Pretty's mouth open. "Oh fwuff," she said to herself, climbing down as fast as she could. His chest inflated as she went to finish the job. But she was too late to stop him. "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" It was his loudest scream yet. Smarty flew into a panic, wildly striking him as much as she could to silence him. She hit his dummeh snout a few times - it always made him quiet down - but it only stopped his scream for the split second of the strike. She struck at his dummeh chest, a *crack* sound from his body with every few strikes, but he still breathed in to keep screaming. Even as boo-boo-juice leaked from his dummeh mouth, he just didn't stop. So of course her dummeh mummah woke up. "Wha...WHA AM BESTEST DOING?!" She didn't stop - she just kept striking. She was confident her mummah wasn't going to stop her - and was promptly surprised when her mummah pushed her away with her hoofsie. It was a light push, but to Smarty, this was another sorry-hoofsie. Her dummeh mummah just gave her a sorry-hoofise. She couldn't stand it. "HA'CHU!" She shouted with all her pent-up rage, about as loud as her brother. "HA'CHU HA'CHU HA'CHUUUUUUUUU!" Her mother seemed terrified by her yelling, but was focused on making sure her brother was ok - he'd stopped screaming, and was reduced to scardey-peeping. "SMAWTY HATE DUMMEH MUMMAH. SMAWTY HATE DUMMEH BWUDDAH AND DUMMEH DADDEH!" "Why bestest say mean wowds to mummah? Mummah owny give-" "SHADDUP!" It even worked, silencing her mummah, though Pretty still peeped on. "YU AM WOWSTEST MUMMAH EVAH! SMAWTY NU WANT WOWSTEST MUMMAH WITH WOWSTEST MIWKIES AND WOWSTEST NESTIES AND GIVES SOWWY HOOFSIES TO BESTEST BABBEH." Tears formed in Smarty's eyes as she just unloaded everything she had. "SMAWTY NU NEED DUMMEH MUMMAH, OW DUMMEH BWUDDAH! HA'CHU HA'CHU HA'CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" She ran away from her mother - who was too shocked and focused on her crippled babbeh to chase after her. She ran as fast as her weggies could go. She just kept saying the same words as tears matted her red fluff: "Ha'chu ha'chu ha'chu!" She ran far away from her dummeh mummah, far away from that alley, far away from everything she just hated. She didn't know where she was, and she didn't care! She knew more about taking care of herself than her mummah did! She was completely unaware of the two creatures who'd followed after her (at a gentle walk). "Is that the shitrat who's making a racket?" "Well, it's the only one I'm seeing." Smarty turned back, just now noticing both her pursuers. They were massive, and they stood on their hindlegs with no effort at all. And their fluff had so many strange colors in weird patterns. And their forelegs had a bunch of smaller leggies on them. Hoomins. Her daddeh had told her all about them. How they were evil creatures that would hurt her, and that she and her siblings should run away if they saw one. That even if she felt a desire to have them as her new daddeh or mummah, they were munstahs that couldn't be trusted, especially during the darkie-times. But her base instincts overwrote any lessons she'd learned. These people were supposed to give her a home and be her new not-dummeh daddehs. She just knew it. Smarty just needed to make sure they knew they couldn't turn her down. She puffed out her tear-stained cheeks, stomping on the ground to show she wasn't to be messed with, despite the snot hanging from her snout. "Dummeh daddehs! You gib housies and nummies, ow Smawty give sowwy hoofsies an sowwy poopsies!" "A Smarty. And a shame too; it has good colors under all that shit." "Still a foal, so we don't gotta worry about any herd. You wanna shut it up?" "Sure. I'll give it something to really squeal about." Smarty didn't know what they were talking about, but they hadn't said yes yet. She'd walked up to the first dummeh daddeh and started giving his hoofsies the worst sorry-hoofsies she'd ever given...and his hoof was tougher than she could've expected. Striking it just made her own hoofsies hurt, and she even tried stabbing at it with her horn. It only deflected off the tough hoof, and she stumbled to the side, losing her hoofing. "Now that's just cute. Got any more left in you, shitrat?" She stood back up, pointing her rump at the tough-hoofise. "DUMMEH DADDEH HOOFSIE GET SOWWY POOPSIE!" "Well fuck that." No sooner did she start pushing out her sorry poopsies, that the man lifted his hoofsie to the side. It was only when she emptied herself and looked back that she realized she'd missed him completely. And then she saw his hoofsie moving in her peripheral vision. It came in with a speed no hoofsie of that size could ever move, and it struck her in the side, sending her flying right into the nearby wall. Most of her left side was pulped on impact, and she unceremoniously slid down onto the ground. And still, she was alive. Her body was overwhelmed with the worstest owchies she'd ever felt: her left side was crushed in, and her right side was shattered beyond use. She lied there, unable to move, still clinging on to life, even if just barely. "God that smells awful!" "Newsflash: shit smells like shit." Smarty hated these hurties. She wanted them gone. She wanted someone to save her from these hurties, and from these munstah-hoomins. She didn't know why that hoomin gave her such a harsh sorry-hoofsie; she was a good babbeh! Her crippled lungs drew in as much air as they could - barely any - and she let out a hoarse cry: "Mummaaaaaaaaaah!" A quiet scream, but loud enough to be heard by the two hoomins, even if only barely. "Man, you fucked it up again. Gotta stop pulling your kicks with these things." "Shut up. It'll die anyways." "Yeah whatever." The two hoomins walked away, leaving the fatally wounded Smarty to keep out crying for the only one who could save her. "Mummaaaaaah! Mummaaaaah! Nee *gasp* nee huggies! Have *wheeze* huwties!" Every breath only drove her broken rips further into her lungs, pushing around destroyed or bleeding organs around and further traumatizing her little body. She tried to move her remaining leggies, but she struggled to get more than a twitch before the pain became unbearable. And still, she cried out, desperate to be saved, even as boo-boo juice filled her throat. "Mummaaaaaaaah! Mummaaaa*hrk!*" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boudica wanted to stop her bestest from running away, but Pretty had awful hurties that had to be fixed right now. "Nu wowwy, Pwetty! Mummah wiww give huggies and wuv and miwkies!" "*peep* *cheep* huwties!" He was just lying on his back, completely immobile save for his head, tears dripping from his face. "Mummah hewp you!" Boudica picked her babbeh up, pushing him close to her still-filled teats, giving him some space to latch on his own. His neck craned as far as he could go, but he stopped short of the teat. "Miwkie-pwace am wight thewe, Pwetty! Yuu can weach it!" And yet, he didn't seem to do anything other than cry and try to reach with his neck. "*Peep* Weggies? Why nu wowk? *cheep* Nu feew weggies! *peep* wan miwkies!" "Babbeh weggies nu wowk?!" Oh no! How was he going to run and play and hug if his weggies didn't work? "Nu wowwy; mummah hewp!" She hugged her babbeh closer to her teat, and could feel him latch on. He suckled on it, but slower than usual, and had to detach when he had another coughing fit, this time with boo-boo-juice coming out his mouth along with miwkies. It was worse than she thought. Huggies and mikwies and wuv just weren't working, and if she let her babbeh get forever-sleepies, then she'd be a bad mummah. She needed something else to help him, but what? She tried to recall what she got when she had sickies: huggies, wuv, nummies, and...something else. Something that tasted awful, but she ate it because she was told to and it helped make the sickies feel better... The 1 watt lightbulb in her head finally went on, and she remembered the last crucial thing she'd gotten when she'd gotten sickies: medicine! "Mummah have idea! Wiww get babbeh meh-dee-sun! Meh-dee-sun wiww hewp get wid of sickies, and wet babbeh feew bettah! Mummah just need to find daddeh ow mummah to give meh-dee-sun!" Her cheeping babbeh tried to smile, but another coughing fit struck him. Not wanting to waste any more time, she lifted Pretty onto the nape of her neck (fairly difficult considering his weight and her not being the most flexible fluffy, but she managed). As all fluffies, she feared the dark, and she still had no idea where she was or where she'd be going, but at least there were plenty of lights to guide her. And it looked like the bright-ball was starting to come up. "Mummah nu wike dawkie-times, buh babbeh nee meh-dee-sun! Mummah wiww save Pwetty babbeh!" "*peep* *cheep* *koff*" She waddled out of the alleyway, babbeh in tow - the end of the alley opposite where Smarty had gone. She'd become so focused on saving her babbeh that she'd completely forgotten to bring her back. Not that it'd make a difference; the red babbeh had expired by the time she walked out.