Babbeh part 5

Babbeh part 5

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Warning:  This story contains a little abuse from the perspective of a 3 day old fluffy baby.  Viewer discretion is advised.


"Hiya kids, miss me?"

"Babbehs, come to mummeh!"

"Newl gud fwuffy, nu huwt gud fwuffy!  Huuuuu hu hu hu hu..."

" Ho-hooman... munsta scawy..."

"Great to see you all doing so well.  I just wanted to drop by and say hello, make sure you're comfortable, that kind of thing."

You're a fluffy pony baby, now three and three quarters days old though you wouldn't know that.
A giant fluffy just opened up the world again and came in.
But all the mommy fluffies starting acting different right away, even yours.
You were trying to get rid of your tummy owwies by drinking lots of milk, but she flipped onto her side the instant she saw the giant fluffy.
Now you're sitting on the soft, floppy thing that's always on the bottom of your home and being held close against mommy, her back turned to the newcomer.
The sudden drop really set off the rumbling, not good feeling in your tummy and sister is crying again.
She must have landed on her wings or leg with the bad hurties.
And your brother lays on his side nearby, making a frightening, gulping sound.
The whole situation scares you a lot.

"Shhh, nu be wowd babbehs, pway hidies in mummeh's fwuff."

Play?
Is this a game?
If your tummy didn't feel so bad you'd be happy but trying to get to your hooves makes it worse.
Maybe you should just sit still for a while, hopefully the bad feel will go away.

"What's this?  I can't even take a look at your babies?  Maybe see if they want to play?"

"Nuuuu, nu pway pwease!  Babbehs nu need pway wif hooman.  Am gud babbehs, am gud mummeh, pwease nu huwt babbehs!"

One of the mothers is talking with the giant fluffy you think, it's impossible to see anything but mommy's red fluff and your siblings right now.
She sounds really scared too.
Why would that be?
The giant fluffies are always nice just like normal fluffies aren't they?

Memories of how sissy got her injuries blend together and fade with others, making them fuzzy and hard to recollect.
Something about other fluffies, lots of other fluffies...
Your home, a strange thing about home...
... Sister flying!
That must be it, she flew with her wingies and hit the side of your home.
You hope she'll be okay, the cold long things that comprise your fluffy home are real hard, you've touched them once.

"Not even a little bit?  How about if I say please?"

"Pw- pwease hooman... nu huwt... hu... hu hu... nu huwt ba-babbehs."

"Man, you guys sure are jumpy today, how about I play with your babies, Maple?"

* Snore *

"Well that's no fun."

Sudden loud clangs ring in your ears, sharp and painful.

"Hey Maple, wakey wakey!"

"Humnn?  Muh?  Wha'?  Wha' hapn?  Why wowd?  Pwease wet Mapwl sweepies, Ma-eh... munsta!  Whea babbehs?  Babbehs!"

"Heh, a bit more like it.  I haven't touched your babies, stupid.  Look down."

"Babbehs!  Mapwl wuv babbehs, nu huwt, hooman nu huwt mummeh an' babbehs!"

"Babbeh scawed!  Nu wan' hooman, pwease hewp babbeh, wuv mummeh!"

Mommy's hug is so tight it's beginning to hurt.
You love hugs more than just about anything, but fear hangs so thick in the air even your underdeveloped baby instincts pick up on it.
There's something else as well, a word the others keep on saying, you've heard mommy say it too.
Hooman.
Hooman...
It sets off images in your mind, feelings and sensations temporarily sweep your tummy owwies aside.
You know something about it, something important about that word.
What is it?
What is hooman?

"Gilly, we haven't talked in so long, how are the babies?"

"Nu huwt!  Owwies bad fo' babbeh, nu huwt babbeh!  Giwwy nu wan' babbeh haf huwties!  Munsta go 'way!"

"I knew it, that pansy's too soft on you.  But you remember me, don't ya?  So if I were to, say, reach in there and yank on your fluff you wouldn't try to spark at ME would you?"

"Nuuuu, nu huwt mummeh, nu take babbehs, babbehs need mummeh!"

You're trying real hard to follow what they're saying, but many of these words make no sense.
How do they understand so many words at once?

"I know!  What if I want to play with one of your babies, maybe even take them home.  You wouldn't try to bite ME then would you?"

"Nuuuuuu hu hu hu huuuuuu... nu take babbehs... fuwffy haf wowstest saddies wif nu babbhes an' *sniff* an' babbehs haf wowstest saddies wif nu mummeh!"

"Ohhhhh.  Okay then, I was just asking."

"Hooman pwease be nice an nu take babbehs?  Hooman be gud to fwuffy?"

"If I feel like it."

"Nu take babbehs, pwease nu take babbehs, pwease nu-"

"QUIET."

"Nu... nu take... pw-pwease nu-."

"Are you disobeying me?"

"Hu... hu hu..."

That mommy sounds sad, but she's not what you're focusing on with all your fluffy brainpower.
The word hooman, it's something super important, you've got to know!

"...STELLA!  You won't mind if I borrow a baby will you?"

"NU!  PWEASE NU TAKE BABBEH!  Otha' hooman say Stewwa keep babbehs, hooman smawty say Stewwa-"

"Human what now?"

Hooman... you know it, somehow you know it.
That's what fluffies call the giant fluffies.
But... what does that make them?
Aren't they fluffies?
Hoomans aren't fluffies?
That doesn't seem fair, why shouldn't hoomans be allowed to be fluffies too?
They'll miss out on all the hugs and play and love a fluffy gets, that's so sad!
A combination of pity and tummy owwies bring tears to your eyes, the poor hoomans.
You want to ask, you want to know more about hoomans and what they are.
Even if they aren't like your family, at least you can give huggies to make them feel better about not being fluffies.

"Hubnen babbeh wuv?"

No, that wasn't right.

"Hoonban fwuff miwk?"

No, no no!
You want to stomp your hooves and cry it's so frustrating!
You focus on mommy's words and try to comprehend.

"Hooman smawty, she haf puhpwl fwuff 'an is hooman smawty fwiend.  She say Stewwa keep babbehs an' be gud mummeh!"

"Human.  Smarty.  Friend.  You're one stupid fluffy, Stella.  We don't have smarty friends, we can do whatever we please.  So if I want to pluck one of those babies your hiding so badly and play a game there's nothing you can do about it."

"NUUUUUU!  Pwease nu huwt babbeh, Stewwa wuv babbehs!  Stewwa... Stewwa tewl hooman smawty dat yu huwt babbeh an'... an' she gif yu wowstest owwies!"

Everything's quiet.
Except for mommy's quick breathing and brothers strange gulping noises it's quiet, all the talking stopped.
Before, you were afraid because it felt like mommy and your siblings were too.
But even that's different now, it's another new feeling.
Instead of tummy owwies your whole body shakes despite the warmth of mommy's fluff and her legs wrapped protectively around you.
Something is wrong, so very wrong you feel it deep inside.
The new feel... it's even scarier than fear.
You didn't know there was something even more scary than fear.
This quiet is so unnatural and foreign to your ears.
Where did all the fluffy voices go?

"You're gonna tell on me?"

It's the hooman's voice, spoken so softly yet her words penetrate and chill your bones.
Your bottom goes wet and yucky again.
You don't notice.

"Fw-fwuffy tewl... te-tewl on mo-... tewl on hooman if... if huwt babbehs."

If the first silence brought worse-than-fear into your life, the second introduced you to horror.
Mommy's heart has never sounded louder or faster, her trembling serves only to make yours worse.

Danger.
This is what danger feels like.
It shoves away all other feelings, filling you up head to toe.
You're stricken with terror.
And although you couldn't face upwards even if you wanted...
Somehow you know it's looking right at you.
The hooman, the scary hooman is looking at you and means to do something bad.
And then you feel it, the strange, terrifying hooman hoof effortlessly pulling you away from mommy's grip.

"Miwk hooban babbeh!"

"Ba... babbeh... St... Stewwa tewl... nu huwt..."

You're forelegs had wrapped themselves around part of it (her thumb), looking for comfort from anywhere possible.
The rest of it's hoof lay flat beneath your bottom, but the impression of strength she makes leaves you feeling isolated and afraid.
She took you from mommy so easily, brushed her legs aside and now holds you up higher than you've ever been.
Finally your eyes meet.
You stare into darkness and hatred and malice, completely overwhelmed and frozen.
If you hadn't already made a yucky wet spot, you'd be doing it right now.

"Aw, look at this little cutie.  Isn't he adorable?"

"Babbeh... hu... hu hu... nu huwt... Stewwa tewl..."

"I think he likes me too, dontcha?"

The hooman raises it's other foreleg up, you feel a hoof stroking your mane and back.
It's so frightening... desperation finally forces you out of you're stupor.

"Wan' babbeh! Wan' miwk mummeh!"

You aren't even aware of the words, they spill out of you in jumbled piles like a ball of tangled fluff.
But she continues to stroke and stare into your eyes.
There is no more curiosity in you for hoomans, no desire to play or give hugs.
Your mind is filled to overflowing with fear and a yearning for mommy's fluff.

"Babbeh!  Mummeh babbeh... mummeh wan'!"

She smiles, your blood is ice.

"Stella, I think you squeezed out a retard."

"Stewwa tewl... nu huwt pwease!"

Impossible strength pries your legs off her hoof, now you sit on your bottom with nothing around but blackness and two eyes staring right through you.

"So you're gonna tell on me Stella?  You know if tell, I'll have to make an example out of this cute little fella."

You want to run, want to hide, anything to make this end, anything to stop those eyes from stripping away all that you are.
But not even your neck will move.
So you sit, legs still held outward where she left them in a half hug, nothing left inside but instinct and fear.

"Nu huwt, pwease nu huwt gud babbeh, hu hu... Stewwa wuv babbeh... hu hu hu..."

You don't even realize she's twisting one of your legs until pain finally pushes through the paralysis.

"Owwwwiieeeee!  Wan' nu! Pway!  Waaaahhhhhh!"

"NU! NU HUWT BABBEH!  FWUFFY SOWWY! NU TEWL! FWUFFY NU TEWL!"

She lets go but the pain persists, its the worst pain ever!

"Waaaaahhhhhh!  Wan' miwk owwie!  Mummeh huwt!"

"Huuu hu hu babbeh!  Fwuffy sowwy, fwuffy sowwy, nu huwties!"

"Oh.  You're not going to tell?  So I won't have to rip off all his cute little legs?  You won't make me twist off his head and leave it on top of your cage?"

"Huuuu hu hu hu... nu huwt, fwuffy sowwy, nu tewl.  Nu tewl an' nu huwt babbeh, hu hu hu huuuuuu."

The blackness is ripped away in a dizzying blur as your eyes are suddenly looking somewhere else.
The horror that had frozen you in place is gone and replaced by... mommy?
You don't know where you are but it feels like you're floating, looking down on mommy as she reaches up high as she can with one hoof.

Despite the worst pain ever in your leg you spread them wide as you can, anticipating the best hug you've ever had.
But it doesn't come, you're so close but can't quite reach mommy.
Then you hear the voice again, the mere sound bringing fresh tears and a coldness to your limbs.

"Promise you won't tell, Stella?"

"Huuu hu hu... fwuffy nu tewl, gud fwuffy, gud babbeh, babbeh need mummeh.  Am gud fwuffy, fwu-"

"I get it.  Some people think fluffies stop using their names when they're lying, but you know what?  I think they forget because a tiny little vermin brain like yours can't process more than one thought at a time.  Know what I mean?"

"Pwease, hu hu... gif babbeh, babbeh is gud babbeh, hu hu hu.  Wuv gud babbeh."

Mommy.
You want to be in her hugs so badly, her cries and words bring a hint of warmth back to your chest.
The craving for mommy's fluff only grows stronger while your legs dangle helplessly below, doing nothing to bring you to her like they should.

"I guess I'll just- whoops!"

A stab of terror runs down your spine for just an instant, then an impact splays your legs out in every direction.
You see red then black then red again, until finally landing heavily on your side in something wet.
Every part hurts and you want to cry out, but there's no breath in you for that.

"Babbeh!"

It takes a moment to realize you're looking into brothers face, panic from the sudden fall and pain mixing with a sticky, yucky feeling all over.
You've landed in a puddle of something not nice, the shock of being dropped and rolling off mommy onto the ground giving way to tears and gasping for air.
Brother had un-drank milk like you before, he lay beside mommy with half his face caked in it.
He barely even lifted his head when you splashed down in front of him, his own eyes red and puffy from crying.
You feel terrible and not pretty; mommy finally scoops you into her embrace again but the awful feelings you've experienced aren't easily chased away by hugs and love like they were before.
You've been rattled down to your very core and only wish to sink into mommy's fluff, never to see the terrifying hooman ever again.

"Sorry about that Stella.  Looks like the green one puked while we were talking and stupid rolled right into it.  What a bad, bad baby."

You're scared and hurt and warm and relieved all at once, it's too much to take in.
Mommy's hug has you wrapped in fluff and should be making everything better, but that voice has you quaking in remembrance of those fearsome eyes.
You don't want to think about them but they're there, you know they're there, looking at you right this very moment.

"So you understand now, Stella?  I can do whatever I want, whenever I want and you can't do anything about it.  Aaaannnddddddd if you tell... I'll make an example out of ALL your babies."

"Babbehs, wuv babbehs, fuwffy wuv babbehs, am sowwy, nu tewl, fwuffy nu tewl, wuv babbehs, fwuffy wuv babbehs, am sowwy-"

"Uh huh.  You just keep repeating that until it sinks in.  And remember, I do whatever I want.  Got that?"

"Fwuffy un'stan, wuv babbehs, nu tewl."

"Was everyone paying attention?  I don't have to play with any other babies do I?"

"Gud babbehs!  Gud babbehs!"

"Am gud fwuffy, hooman nu haf pway wif babbehs, fwuffy un'stan.  Hooman do wha' hooman wan'."

"Good... ah!  Found the dustpan.  The rest of you take good care of your babies, and try to be better mommies then Stella, she almost got one killed."

There's a few light thumps, then a click, and silence.
You hear nothing but mommy's heartbeat and the distant, incoherent voices of fluffies who may as well be worlds away.
Mommy is talking and hugging you while cleaning your fluff, you should be happy.
Her fussing and normally blissful attention brings little comfort, your confrontation with the powerful hooman has left you numb and exhausted.
Minutes pass, and while she continues to clean and reassure and hug you drift off into much needed sleep, surrounded by all the familiar things of life but with none of the contentment.

* Crunch *
When next you open your eyes, it's nothing but darkness again.
Mommy's legs are squeezing tight, making your hurt leg even hurtier.
But the pain is a distant sensation, scary sounds ring out from the darkness.

"Owwie!  Mummeh hewp!  Munsta haf babbeh!"

"Mummeh!  Wan' mummeh!"

* Crack *

"Waahhhhhhhhh! Mu- hrk!* "

"Mummeh hewp!  Munsta gif owwies, babbeh scawed!  Why nu hewp babbeh?  Babbeh wuv mummeh!"

Mommy's heart beats so hard and fast it partially drowns out the frightening noises coming from close by.
You wish they'd go away, fresh fear bringing memories of a horrifying pair of eyes to your mind.

"Whea mummeh?  Pwease hewp babbeh, haf wowstest owwies!  Hewp babbeh!  Hewp babbeh!"

* Crunch! *  * Pop! *

"OWWWIEEEEE!!!  MUMMEH!!!"

"Nu huwt babbeh, pwease nu huwt!  Wuv mummeh, wan' mummeh!  Why nu huggies?!  B- hkkkkk!"

* Crack! *  * Squish *

"NUUUUU!  PWEASE NU HUWTIES!"

* Crunch * ..... * Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch *

Eyes, all you can think about are eyes staring down at you, cruel and cold.
Brother and sister lay beside you on mommy's chest, their quiet crying makes your own fears even worse.
The sounds of sobbing fluffies mingle with your vision of huge, monstrous eyes.
Your tummy, already hurting and gurgling does flips and feels awful.
Horror and pain mix until you un-drink your last milk all over mommy's fluff with several long, painful wretches.
She doesn't even notice, too occupied with whatever is happening just outside the cage.
It's like everything inside you is burning, un-drinking milk hurts so bad!
But you dare not speak, the scary noises are still happening and you don't want whatever makes them to hear.

After a few moments, the pleas for help and bloodcurdling sounds die down.
You hear only mommy's heartbeat, some sniffles and muffled crying coming from different places.
Whatever it was, it's gone away.

"Babbehs are gud babbehs, munsta go 'way, mummeh keep yu safe an' wahm."

The meaning of mommy's words eludes you.
She said it in a comforting way though, and that will have to do.
It's a small reassurance but welcome, you've had a very bad day.
And now your tummy hurts more than ever.
Hopefully more milk will make that go away too.

End part 5


Thanks to Mayclore for allowing me to use his characters is my story.  Originally they were supposed to be a big reveal for the last chapter but everyone had it figured out by the second.  I was intentionally vague too, but they are quite distinct characters.  Please visit his pastebin and discover the world of the Fluffy Factory.

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