"Bestest Mummah Boudica - Finale" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/58vstiMM Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:11:10 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:02 AM UTC Mossiest, November 6, 2019; 21:12 / FB 55021 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Finale Boudica felt like the worstest mummah in the world. Her entire family was gone. Buzzy had been torn apart by wingie-munstahs while she just hid in her box, too scared of getting hurt. Dancie had run away, her adopted babbeh betraying them like her special-friend said he would. Special still hadn't come back from fending off those barky-munstahs. Smarty had left her after she'd accidentally gave her a sorry-hoofsie, and she still hoped her second bestest-babbeh had been lucky enough to find a new family. And her last babbeh, Pretty, had been murdered in front of her very eyes after a pair of new daddehs offered to help him. And she couldn't do anything but hide and run. The adrenaline from her escape from the two munstah-daddehs had long worn off, and the pain from her two ruptured teats and shattered hip couldn't hide any longer. Her hoofsies were sore from all the walking she'd done the past couple of bright-times, and the leg attached to her shattered hip was trailing boo-boo juice from being dragged for so long. She trotted along, loudly crying about all of her hurties, but too afraid to ask anyone for help - as if anyone would give it. She once again wandered aimlessly until her legs just gave out, forcing her to lie down for a rest. To her side, she could see another fluffy behind a glass - no, wait. She knew what this really was; her small-daddeh told her that sometimes, she could see a "miwa-fwuffy" behind glass that looked exactly like her and did everything that she did. It couldn't make a sound and didn't smell like anything, but it smiled when she smiled, and sat up to give hugsies whenever she did, though the transparent barrier stopped them from ever holding one another. But the miwa-fwuffy looked so much different than the last time she'd seen her; her beautiful blue fluff and orange mane were splotched with dirt, grime, dried out poopies, and peepees. The back of her mane had dried-up boo-boo juice in addition to everything else, where Pretty lied just moments ago. Her teats hung out from below, one looking like it was pulled open and the other looking like it'd popped like a balloon. All of her (working) hoofsies looked red as if boo-boo-juice were ready to come out at any moment. And the miwa-fwuffy had such a miserable expression on her face. Boudica wanted to give her huggies, and even reached out to try and hug her, and the miwa-fwuffy reciprocated. But the same cold invisible barrier stopped them. Neither could comfort the other when they were in such rough situations. "A-am sowwy, miwa-fwend," she said, the miwa-fwuffy silently mimicking her mouth motions, "Boowica w-wan huggies tuu..." But the miwa-fwuffy disappeared before her very eyes as the lights began to go out. It was darkie-time now, and Boudica needed to find a place to rest. Her weary hoofsies would have to carry her just a little while longer, until she could find an alley or even a box she could use for the night. Anywhere that could hide her from the darkie-time munstahs. Across the black rockies that made her hoofsies hurt even more. A turn to the right. That alleyway looked like it could- She paused when she saw a very familiar sight; there was a strange place across the street. She always heard a buzzing noise come from when she'd pass by it before she had her babbehs. She didn't know what was going on in there, but she did recognize the pretty drawings and colors and shapes that adorned it. They looked just like the one she could see from her box nestie... The 1 watt lightbulb in her head finally shined again, and she'd realized this was the store she'd seen from her nest every night! With a reinvigorated spring in her step, she walked ahead to find a very familiar alleyway with a very familiar box facing towards a very familiar dumpster. By pure luck, she'd found her way back to her nestie! For the first time in a while, hope welled in her little heart; she may have lost everything else, but she did have her nestie back! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...maybe her body would heal, maybe she could find a new special-friend, maybe she could have more beautiful babbehs. Maybe her situation wasn't so bad after all! Her legs wobbled as she slowly approached her nest, and as she got closer, she heard a very familiar tune. "Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah~. Babbehs sweep wif mummah, 'tiww darkie-times awe gone!~" How could there be a mummah song coming from her nest if she wasn't in it? A small amount of light from a nearby lamppost illuminated the nest enough for her to found out: there, in her nest, lied a brown-fluffed wingie mare with a lighter-brown mane, with three adorable babbehs. She was just lying in her nest, her babbehs on her belly-fluff in a fluffpile. The babbehs peeped and cheeped, all of them lacking any mane or tail-fluff. This was probably their first darkie-time outside of their mummah's belly. Behind her was a small stockpile of nummies - not the best-looking nummies, but it could probably let her make enough miwkies until her babbehs became walkie talkie see-pwace-open babbehs. "Wha?...Wha am othaw fwuffy-mummah doing in Boowica's nestie?" The singing stopped, and the babbehs' soft cheeps grew in volume and intensity. "Who awe yuu?" the brown-mummah asked. She moved all of her babbehs off her chest, and was now on all four of her leggies, standing between Boudica and the babbehs. A scarred eye, an ear with a little bit torn off, old bite marks on her forelegs; this mummah looked scary. Like a munstah. "Am B-Boowica. Dis am Boowica's nestie, and b-babbeh's and speshuw-fwend's nestie." "Yuu am mummah?" the mare asked, looking Boudica over. "Nu see babbehs." "Dey...dey aww gone. Boowica babbehs and speshuw-fwend gone...ow get fowevah-sweepies. Nu wan wose nest-" "Yuu am bad mummah. Dis nu am yuu nestie. Am gud mummah's now." "Wah?" She was shocked by the sudden interruption. "Nu am bad mummah! Pwease giv-" "NU AM YOUW NESTIE!" The mare's shouting blew her babbeh's louder peeps into full-blown scardey-peeps. "YUU WET YOUW BABBEHS GET FOWEVAH-SWEEPIES, AN HAB BWOKEN MIWKY-PWACES AND DUMMY WEG! YUU AM WOWSTEST MUMMAH EVAH, NU GET GUD NESTIE." Boudica backed up until her rump was right against the dumpster, crying out of panic. "Nuuuu! Pwease! Boowica w-wan nesties back. Wiww shawe! W-wiw hewp wif babb-" "NU! MUMMAH NU WET WOWSTEST MUMMAH GIVE GOOD BABBEHS FOWEVAH-SWEEPIES!" The brown mare was inching up towards Boudica, who could only cry and press against the dumpster further. "GU 'WAY, OW MUMMAH GIVE WOWSTEST MUMMAH WOWSTEST HUWTIES!" "NUUU! NU WAN HUWTIES!" Terrified out of her mind, she let out some scardey-poopies and peepees - almost hitting the brown mummah with the former. "YUU TWY TO GIVE SOWWY-POOPSIES?!" Boudica wanted to tell her that it was an accident, but the brown mare had already come to her conclusion - and headbutted Boudica right in her bad leg. This earned a loud "SCREEEEE!" from the hysterical fluffy's parched throat, who finally tried to get away from her aggressor - but stumbled to the ground, unable to move from shock. "Huuuu! Huwties! Nu give Boowica huwt-" A hoofsie to the ribs stopped her. "SHADDUP! Yuu am giving babbehs wowstest scawdies!" Boudica stopped screaming, only quietly crying at her situation and watching the babbehs in the box continue to scardie-peep, most of them already soiling the fluffpile in fear. Boudica opened her mouth to speak again, but the mummah struck her again in the ribs, sending her onto her side. And another strike to her tender chest. And again, this time to her face. She cried and cried and begged for it to stop, but the mummah just kept hitting her, even as more and more of her bones cracked and the strikes began hitting delicate body-squishes. No matter how many times she asked for it to stop, the mummah just struck her again and again until boo-boo juice came out. She couldn't even raise her leggies, too exhausted to even defend herself. The assault ended once Boudica stopped making noise, sniffling as quietly as she could, a beaten heap by the dumpster dripping boo-boo juice from her mouth and nose and body. "Dummeh wowstest mummah gu way, ow be quiet," the mummah ordered, heading back to her babbehs to comfort them and clean them. "Nu wowwy, babbehs. Mummah nu wet dummeh mummah give huwties ow fowevah-sweepies tu good babbehs." Boudica didn't understand. She wasn't a bad fluffy. She didn't deserve to get all these sorry-hoofsies and mean words. She didn't deserve to lose all of her babbehs. She didn't deserve to lose her housie to a munstah-fluffy and her babbehs. She didn't deserve to lose both her miwkie-places, or to get her hip broken. She didn't deserve any of this. She wanted her family back. She wanted her comfortable life with a loving family back. She wanted to be with babbehs that would love her and hug her and call her mummah, and she would love and hug them back. She didn't want to be on these rough streets anymore, worrying about anything coming to attack her and her babbehs in the middle of the darkie-times. She wanted her daddehs back, daddehs that wouldn't scare her or hurt her. She wanted to play with balls and blockies with her small-daddeh, and to get nice scratchies and sketties from her daddeh-daddeh, and she wanted to give them the bestest huggies ever and get them in return. She wanted her daddeh-daddeh to keep her clean, even if it meant having to get another "wawa baff" that she'd learned to persevere through by just standing still and letting herself be cleaned. She wanted her nice comfy and clean bed with a nice comfy and clean blanket. She wanted a nice warm housie that could keep her safe all the time. She remembered her days back at the fluffy-store. She remembered having so many friends there to hug or play with. She remembered the kind not-mummah and not-daddehs that would keep them fed and teach them how to make "cus-tuh-mahs" want to adopt them. She wanted to give huggies to all the new friends that would be brought into their glass box, even if she had to say goodbye to old friends too. She closed her eyes, remembering when she didn't have a single care in the world. When she could just eat and sleep all day, without needing to sing any songs or appeal to humans to be her new daddeh or mummah. Without being afraid of what might be right outside her alleyway. Without scary munstahs that would hurt her and her babbehs or give forever-sleepies. She just wanted to do nothing but wiggle around and drink miwkies. She wanted her mummah. She wanted her mummah's miwkies. She finally broke her silence. "*peep* *cheep* miwkies *cheep*." She peeped and cheeped, trying to wiggle around on her side in search of a teat to drink on so she could soothe her tummy-hurties and terror. She sniffed around and caught the scent, and peeped and cheeped as she tried to worm towards it. She heard hoofs approach, and was filled with joy; her mummah was coming to her, with miwkies! Her mummah spoke to her, but she didn't really listen to what she had to say, just aiming for the nectar she sought so dearly. And when the smell was strong enough, she finally opened her eyes, and saw the two teats before her. She craned her neck, trying to get close enough to latch on. Unaware that this was still the brown mummah. Unaware that the brown mummah was standing up on her hind legs. Unaware that the mummah came back down, her hoofsies crashing straight into Boudica's head with all the strength a mummah protecting her babbehs could muster, crushing through in a single blow. Boudica's body went still, silent. She didn't want anything else anymore.