"Bestest Mummah Boudica - 5" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/xSibHbN7 Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:09:54 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:05 AM UTC Mossiest, November 4, 2019; 18:31 / FB 54995 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Part 5 It was the first time Boudica had wandered around outside her cardboard house by herself since she'd looked for somefluffy to have special-huggies with. She'd been in that alleyway ever since she'd given birth. Even before then, she'd only ever followed Special around, admiring the sights and sounds of the city without taking in the paths he was guiding her through. It was so much bigger than her first homsie with her small-daddeh and daddeh-daddeh, but as long as she had Special around, he could show her where everything was, where to get nummies, where to get wawa, and how to get back to her new home. But that was all gone now. Special never came back to her. She'd run away for so long that she didn't know where her original home was within the sprawling concrete jungle, and she couldn't remember the way back to her box nestie. She didn't have the time to look for them either. As she walked along the gray ground, her pink babbeh lied on her fluff. He was sick and badly hurt, unable to even feel his leggies, but she knew that if she could just find a human-daddeh or human-mummah, they could give him medicine to make him feel better. If she didn't let save him, then she'd be a bad mummah! By now, the bright-ball in the sky had finally risen up, and humans had emerged from their homes. Boudica didn't know where they were going, but as each one passed by, she asked them for help. A tall human walked towards her. "Mummah need hewp! Babbeh have-" He walked around her, not even looking down at her. Another human, this one with notable miwky-pwaces, approached. "Pwease hewp mummah! Babbeh am-" The woman's not-hoofsie scratched against Boudica's foreleg. The mummah yelped, waddling away from the human who didn't even notice who she just hurt. Another human-mummah passed by, holding on to a small-daddeh. "Huu huu pwease! Hewp mummah!" The small-daddeh did seem to notice her, but the human-mummah just pulled him away, scolding him for giving the fluffy any attention. She approached one daddeh who was standing by a wall, talkie-box in hand. "Nyu daddeh? Pwease hewp babbeh. Babbeh hab sickies-" "FUCK OFF, SHITRAT!" The sudden shouting sent Boudica away screaming, scardey-poopies and peepees trailing her. In time, she had to take a break, both for her raw hoofsies to have a rest and so Pretty could have some miwkies. Her feet still hadn't gotten used to the rough ground rockies, but she'd been fortunate that she was able to find so many nummies lying around. She'd eaten on the go, and by now, had plenty to feed her babbeh. Pulling him back down, she watched her quadriplegic babbeh gulp down miwkies. He was doing better than before, and wasn't coughing boo-boo juice, but he was still drinking less than a babbeh his size should drink. He still couldn't move anything below his neck, and what little bowel control he had before was completely gone. His neck moved his mouth off her teat when he was down, and he mewled uselessly, coughing out a little bit of miwk. "Am-am sowwy, Pwetty babbeh. Jus wait a widdwe w-wonger. *snif* m-mummah find nyu daddeh or nyu mummah to give meh-dee-sun." Pretty still didn't open his eyes, but he did smile. "*peep* *peep*" "S-siwwy Pwetty. N-nu am peepeh-babbeh nu mowe." "*peep* *cheep* *wheeze*" "Huuuuu...mummah am sowwy, Pwetty. Mummah nu wan wose wastest babbeh. Be stwong fow mummah." It was a harsh truth - that Pretty was her last babbeh - but she hadn't found Smarty at all during her walk. She'd hoped that her bestest had been lucky enough to find a new daddeh or mummah. It was better than thinking something bad happened to her. With the break finished, she placed Pretty back on the back of her fluff and tried again, but was met with the same success as before (read: none). Everyone either ignored her, almost stepped on her, or yelled at her to go away. And she would take a few more breaks, letting her increasingly-pained hoofsies rest as her babbeh drank less and less miwkies with each meal, his *peep*s and *cheep*s growing quieter as the day went on. The mummah begged for someone, anyone to help her, but nobody cared. Boudica still tried, even as the bright-ball in the sky began to set. Pretty was silent on her back - probably just asleep - and her hoofsies so worn down, they were getting red - a stark contrast from her blue fluff. She wanted so badly to rest her weary leggies, but she didn't know where to go. She already had one unpleasant night without a nestie. "Pwease, sky-bawl, nu gu way...Boowica nu have nyu daddeh yet." She spotted a pair of humans - two daddehs who were just sitting around on stairs looking at their bright talkie-boxes. She approached the two until she was right under them. They both seemed to take notice to her, looking away from their talkie-boxes. "Pwease be nyu daddehs? Mummah need hewp fow wastest babbeh." "Haven't seen a fluffy in a while." "And it's a mom fluffy. Hey, I got an idea." The daddeh looked her right in the eyes - the first human to do so an not immediately yell at her! Hope swelled in her tiny heart. "Hey, you got a name, girl?" She happily nodded; a daddy asking about her name was the sign of a nice daddeh, maybe even one that could take her in and help her! "Mummah name am Boowica." "Bluewicca?" She shook her head. "Nu am Bwuica. Am Boowica." The other daddeh grinned. He could see where this was going. "Boot licka?" he asked. "Nu!" Why were they getting her name wrong? "Nu am Bootwica. Am Boowica." "Poo licka?" "NUUUUUU HU HU!" Tears dripped down as she stomped her weggies, frustrated that they were still getting her name wrong. If they thought she had a not-pretty name, maybe they wouldn't help her. "Boowica! Boowica nu am Poowicka! Nu am Bootwicka! Am Boowicaaa!" The two daddehs just laughed...but why? Why was getting her name wrong so funny to them? "Ah, Boowica. Sorry for the confusion." The daddeh knelt down, scratching the under her neck. It was enough to calm her down. "So what did you say? Your last baby needed help?" "Yes! Pwetty babbeh have bad sickies and bad huwties. Huggies and wuv and miwkies nu am wowking. Need meh-dee-sun." "Lemme see if I can see what's wrong with your baby." The daddeh's hand moved to the back of her neck, and she saw as he plucked the pink babbeh right off her fluff. Had it been anyone else, she'd have panicked and begged them to not give him upsies and to give her babbeh back - but he'd been such a nice person that she trusted him to help. And Pretty wasn't waking from his nap, so maybe he trusted them too. She watched the daddeh look closely as the babbeh, poking and prodding him with his long-hoofsies. "Pwease be cawefuw! Babbeh stiww am smaww, and get scawdies easiwy." "Yeah, yeah." He waved her off, bringing him over to the other daddeh. It looked like they were whispering stuff to each other, but it didn't reach her ears - though she could see that they were snickering. Anxiety wracked her body as she awaited a diagnosis, but the daddeh holding her babbeh soon walked back to her, along with the other daddeh. "So, I think we know how to help your babbeh! Has he been drinking enough milk since he got sick?" "Nu. Pwetty twy tu dwink, but onwy dwink widdwe. Tuu much huwties, tuu much sickies." "Then we just need to make him drink some more milk!" The daddeh placed Pretty down close to her - and the babbeh was still unmoving. It seemed weird that he just needed to drink more, but who was she to object? Daddehs (and mummahs) always knew how to take care of fluffies, so she'd trust his judgement. Besides, she hadn't held this much milk for a long while - it usually was drunk the moment it was made, and she'd eaten quite a bit on the way here. It was a little uncomfortable walking around like this. She moved over, sitting upright and pulling Pretty up to her teat. He felt like he had the worstest cold - no doubt a sign that he needed to get rid of the sickies now! She placed his mouth right on it, waiting for him to start suckling...but he didn't. He just lied still. "Pwetty? Pwease wakies! Mummha have miwkies for Pwetty babbeh! Wiww hewp yuu feew bettah!" But he stayed still. She looked up at the two daddehs, her little fluffy heart racing. "Daddehs? Pwetty nu am dwinking miwkies!" "Well that's not good! C'mon, let's help you out!" The helpful-daddeh knelt in front of her while the other walked behind her. "Let me hold him for you!" He grabbed Pretty with one not-hoofsie, pushing him against her teat. With his other not-hoofsie, he massaged her miwkie-place, and she could feel as milk flowed out into her babbeh; a little bit even dripped from his mouth with each push. Relief flowed through the mare's body. "Pwetty am dwinking!? Good babbeh!" Even if it didn't look like he was swallowing anything, there was definitely more miwkies going in that were dripping from his mouth. She was about to start a mummah-song - the same one she'd sung every other time her babbehs drank - but she could feel her miwkie-place run dry. And yet, the daddeh still tried to get out anything he could, by now roughly squeezing her teat. "D-daddeh? Dat huwts! Miwky-pwace am empty. Othah pwace have mow miwkies fow babbeh." The daddeh just laughed - as did the one behind her. "Nonsense! I just gotta squeeze some more out!" He kept trying, squeezing harder and harder until Boudica could feel it start to tear. "Owwies! Pwease stawp!" She tried to push his hand off with her forelegs, but when she moved to bend down, the daddeh behind her grabbed her mane and pulled her back up. "Nu wan miwkie-pwace huwties! Pwease wet gu! Pwease!" But the helpful-daddeh just kept squeezing, and the tearing-feeling just got worse and worse until- "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her miwkie-place couldn't take the strain any longer, tearing open with one last massive squeeze. Fat was exposed to the outside, as was the space her miwkies were stored in - though it was long since squeezed empty. "Nuuuu! Why nyu-daddeh give miwkie-pwace wowstest huwties? Nu am bad mummah!" The daddeh behind her just laughed. "You kidding? You're an awful mummah! You couldn't even tell your 'wastest babbeh' was already dead!" "Waaaa?!" She looked down at her babbeh, still motionless at her teat, his belly visibly-full of miwkies. "Nuu! Nu am twu! Babbeh dwink miwkies! Nu hab forevah-sweepies! Jus am sweepies!" She moved her hind legs around, gently pushing her babbeh off, wincing at the pain of her ruptured breast. "B-babbeh?! Pwease wakies! Show nyu daddehs babbeh am jus pwaying! Pwease...Pwease! Pwease wakies!" But none of her shouting changing a thing. Pretty lied there, silent, motionless. Milk still dripped from his mouth, agape. "B-babbeh wan hugg-gies? Huggies wiww h-hewp babbeh!" She looked up at the daddeh behind her, a devious grin on his face. "P-pwease, wet Boowica give babbeh huggies!" "You really are a thick bitch, aren't you?" The helpful-daddeh picked Pretty up, poking his bulging belly and watching it jiggle. "Do we have to make it obvious for you?" "Nu! Nu give Pwetty bad upsides! Give Pwetty to mummah! Pwease!" She desperately tried to reach him, still restrained by her mane, as if she could actually reach him all the way up there. "If you insist." He held Pretty with his not-hoofsie, raising him up as high as he could reach. Boudica kept begging the helpful-daddeh to stop giving bad-upsies, but her babbeh just went higher and higher. And with one fluid motion, he tossed Pretty to the ground, right in front of Boudica. His body offered no resistance, shredding apart on impact. Boo-boo juice, body-squishies, and miwkies exploded everywhere, some landing right on his horrified mummah. The shock didn't hold her back for long, and she was already screaming in terror. "PWETTY! NUUUUU!" She looked up at the grinning helpful-daddeh, tears and snot already trailing down her face. "WHY NYU-DADDEH GIB WASTEST BABBEH FOWEVAH SWEEPIES! WAS GUD BABBEH! HUUUUUUUUUUU!" "He was already dead, you dumb shitrat." The mean-daddeh behind her let her mane go, and she immediately tried to give her babbeh's flat remains the biggest huggies she could manage, even trying to push his body-squishies back in, though there were too many in too many pieces for her to manage. "What should we do with her?" "P-pwease w-wakie, Pwetty! Pwease, pwease, pwease! Mummah nu wan wose yuu!" The helpful-daddeh looked down at the pitiful mummah desperately trying to bring her dead babbeh back. "Kill her too. She'll just make more if she gets away." While Boudica was distraught, she wasn't too hysterical to miss the danger discussed just above her. "NUUUUUU! Nu give Boowica fowevah-sweepies!" She began to waddle away, giving up on resuscitating her babbeh, but one of the daddehs grabbed her by her tail. " Nuu! Wet Boowica gu!" Unconsciously, and from fear, a small spurt of scardey-poopies spewed from her ass. She didn't mean to give him sorry-poopsies - it was something that was taught out of her - but it was enough to make him let go. So she just went back to waddling away as fast as her reddened weggies could take her. "Fucking shitrat!" she heard the helpful-daddeh shout, then she heard a few steps approach her quickly...and then a sharp strike to her underside sent her flying forward with a *crack*. She made a full flip before hitting the ground with a thud. She could feel her other miwkie-pwace leaking miwkies, a sharp pain flowing through her breast, and the hind leg closest to it couldn't move no matter how hard she tried. But the adrenaline in her body kept her moving, and she kept waddling away on three good legs, desperate to get away from the two munstah-daddehs, crying along the way. "Nu mowe huwties! Pweeeease! Nu huwt good fwuffy! Am gud mummaaaaah!"