Babbeh part 4

Babbeh - Part 4

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Warning:  This story contains no abuse, just life from a 3 day old fluffy's perspective.  View discretion is not advised yet.


Rumbling, churning, gurgling.
That's what wakes you, the first sound you hear on your third day of life.
Tummy owwies.
Your mind immediately goes back to what it knows instinctively:  Find a teat.
You give your tiny legs a little stretch and try blinking away the darkness, but it doesn't go.
It's still dark time and you can't see at all.
If you couldn't feel the rise and fall of mommy's chest, the beating of her heart, her comforting scent and most importantly, her fluff, you'd be terrified right now.
But she's there, like she always is, and the dark is just a hindrance.
You slowly make your way forward, head barely higher than mommy's fluff, trying to locate that all important teat.

*click*

Light fills the world.
It surprises you, the sudden switch hurts your eyes.

"Sorry, just needed the mop.  And good morning, you'll get breakfast soon as I'm done cleaning up the guts."

Before you can even blink the pain away, mommy has you swept up in her hooves.
Her heart beats very fast, you now know that happens when she's scared.
You can hear the other fluffies around starting to wake and mumble things.

"YAAAWWNNNNN... nuhm... nummies?"

"Pway?"

"Keep yourselves entertained until then."

It's a giant fluffy, but he leaves quickly as he comes, the brightness left behind even though the part of the world he opened had closed with him.
When he's gone, mommy lets go and you and your brother both start crawling down to her teats.
Your sister remains cradled in mommy's legs, she walks funny now and cries almost all the time.
When something jostles her wings it's even worse, mommy says her wingies have big owwies and not to touch them when giving hugs.
You didn't understand at first, and have forgotten a few times since but mommy always reminds you gently; hugs with sissy are much slower and gentler than they used to be.
That makes you a bit sad, but you can still hug your brother and tap hooves together while drinking milk.

Other fluffies are talking loudly now, you can make out some words, especially "wan miwk", two you try to use a lot.
Your words don't always come out like you want, its frustrating sometimes.
Despite drinking quickly, the tummy owwies take a long time make smaller, your brother drinks a lot too and you suckle for as long as mommy will allow.
All too soon, mommy puts sissy down beside you for her turn.

"Wan' miwk."

You're tummy owwies are still here, that means you haven't had enough.

"Wan' babbeh miwk wan'!"

You understand what she wants even if her words come out wrong like yours, but you can't stop just yet, both you and your brother are still feeding fast as you can.
She stands with a rear leg raised off mommy's fluff and starts crying again.
It's a sound you've become used to.
She nudges you with her head, trying to push you away but your legs spread out, this is the best way to stay on a teat.
She pushes harder and suddenly shrieks, her anger at not getting milk made her flap her injured wings reflexively.
Mommy scoops her up and gives light, warm hugs while sissy cries into her leg.
You feel bad, if you weren't so hungry you'd have given up the teat.
But tummy owwies are tummy owwies, there's only one way to fix them.

The world gets even brighter with a click noise.

"Ok everyone, time for breakfast."

"Nummies!"

"Wan' nummies!"

"Munsta stay 'way!"

* Snore *

"Babbehs happeh, nu take pwease!"

"Pwease gif, tummeh so huwtie, pwease gif wots nummies!"

It's a giant fluffy again, but you're facing the wrong way to see what it's doing.
Turn and look or keep suckling, what to do?
...
......
.........
Suckling.

"Marble, here's yours.  Remember to chew slower this time, I don't want you choking again."

"Mawble sowwy, pwease gif moar nummies?  Haf big tummy owwies, babbehs nu haf 'nuff miwk.  Mawble gif huggies, pwease moar nummies fo' Mawble?"

"You get exactly as it says on the bag and no more.  Two big scoops, that's all for now.  It's more than most of the others get."

You hear a cascade of clattering noises.

"Buh Mawble nu haf 'nuff miwk fo' babbehs!  Pwease, need moar nummies!"

"I'll talk to the boss lady about it but don't expect miracles.  She let you keep your babies this time, wasn't that nice of her?"

"Mawble wuv babbehs!  Babbehs wuv Mawble too!  Buh babbehs cwy, haf tummy owwies wike mummeh, babbehs need moar miwk.  Pwease, moar nummies fo' miwkies?"

"Sorry but them's the rules, this is your breakfast for now.  Be good and chew slowly.  Now Coral, you ready for yours?"

"Cowwa nu hungies, nu wan' nummies."

"Mawble haf yu nummies!"

"Quiet Marble.  What's wrong Coral?  Mommies need to eat and make milk so their babies grow up big and strong, right?"

"Cowwa nu wan' nummies, tummy nu haf owwies, nu hungies."

"You have to eat at least once every day Coral.  I know you didn't have anything last night which means you definitely eat now."

You hear the same clatter as before, it's a familiar sound.

"Cowwa nu hungies, make sikkies if haf too many nummies.  An' poopies huwt Cowwa, bad poopies huwt poopie pwace.  Pwease tewl poopie pwace nu huwt Cowwa?"

"Heh, well... if it keeps up I'll have a look at it, I guess.  What's important now is that you eat, you're stomach is empty.  What about your twins?  They're crying about being hungry."

"Babbeh wan' miwk, mummeh gif miwk pwease!"

"Miwk fo' babbeh, pwease mummeh?"

"Babbehs dwink aw Cowwa's miwk, dunno why babbehs stiw hungies."

"It's because you aren't eating enough yourself.  Jesus, what's he putting in this stuff?"

"Cowwa nu hungies, buh twy fo' babbehs."

"That's a good girl, eat 'till your tummy is completely full."

"Mawble stiw hungies!"

"Quiet Marble."

An idea suddenly hits!
What about getting up, turning to face the giant fluffy, then laying down and back to suckling?
It's a great idea!
You do so with a little effort, working your way through mommy's wonderfully thick fluff.
It's a male giant fluffy you think.
And he's carrying something under one foreleg.
How do they do that and walk at the same time?

"Nel, breakfast."

"Yay!  Nummies fo' Newl"

"At least you appreciate it.  How are your babies?"

"Babbehs wuv Newl. Happeh, wahm babbehs.  Newl wuv babbehs, tank yu fo' wetting Newl keep aw babbehs!."

"You're welcome, here you go."

The giant fluffy put something down in that mommy's home, she took her babies off just to get to it.
It must be really important, mommy never ever puts you off her fluff.

"Manh hmooo"

"Don't talk with your mouth full.  Gilly?  Come on Gilly, it's only feeding time."

"NU!  Hooman take babbehs if Giwwy wet go, meanie hooman nu take babbehs!"

"Ya' know, before all this started you were the happiest, nicest one of the bunch.  That's why we picked you for this little detail.  And nobodies tried taking your babies, have they?"

"Hooman wan' take babbehs, hoomans wie!  Munstas nu haf Giwwy babbehs!  Gif wowstest owwies!"

"I wonder if he's slipping LSD in your chow.  And if you try to spark at my hand again you'll be getting the sorry stick, count on it."

"Nu open Giwwy cage den!"

*click*

"Too late, I already put your food bowl in.  Feel free to dine at your leisure, I'm here to serve."

"Dummy hooman WEAVE!  Mah bebbehs, NU MUNSTAS TAKE BABBEHS!!!"

"Good to see you too."

That mommy is saying mean words to him.
Or saying words meanly, something like that.
But the giant fluffy does the same thing he did with the last fluffy home, opened the top and put something inside it.
You really want to see what it is, but that would mean leaving mommy's fluff AND no more suckling.
Can't have that.

"Wonder what crawled up her ass... Maple, ready for breakfast?  Maple?"

He's at the home right beside yours, holding something with it's own scent.
You sniffle long at the air, it's a familiar smell too.
The scent actually makes your tummy owwies more pronounced, you have to pay attention and drink more before mommy moves you off.
The giant fluffy reaches down and strokes the mommy beside you, she's still having sleepies, so are her babies.
That looks fun, you want to be stroked by his big hooves too.

"Maple, time to get up, I've got your food here."

"Yaaawwwwnnnnn.... Mapwl sweepy, pwease weave nummies fo' afta."

"Oh, all right then princess, would you like a warm bath after luncheon?"

"Mapwl... nu wike baff."

"Yours must have a sedative or something."

You watch him straighten up to full height, it's still a little scary seeing just how HUGE giant fluffies can be.
He takes a few steps away, makes some noises and returns, this time to your own home!
You try to snuggle in deeper but mommy has other ideas, she scoops you and your brother up in one leg.
No fair!
You weren't finished yet, what about milk?

"Good morning Stella, paranoid as ever I see.  Here's breakfast."

"Stewwa gud mummeh, babbehs wuv mummeh."

"Yes, I know."

*click*

He's opening the top of your home just like the others.
Mommy squeezes a little harder, your sister cries out and squeaks.
Mommy gave her hugs a little too hard.
Silly mommy, sissy's wingies and leg have hurties, you have to give soft hugs.
He set something down inside your home, it has a strong scent and even mommy's nosey twitches at it.

"Enjoy."

With that he closes your home and begins to get up.

"Pway babbeh?"

"Shhhhh, babbeh nu tawkies wif hooman, be gud babbeh."

But you are a good baby, aren't you?
Fluffies should play and hug each other, you just want to play with the giant fluffy.

"You again huh?  Tell you what, if you ask mommy real nicely I'll play with you just a bit.  But that'll have to wait, I have a lot of fluffies to check on."

And he walks away, the world opening up for him and closing once again.

"Babbehs be gud, mummeh haf nummies an' make miwkies fo' yu."

What did that mean?
You want to be a good baby, are you doing something wrong?
Then mommy does something unexpected, she starts picking your family off her fluff one by one, and setting them down on the thin, floppy thing.
Just like the other mommies!
She even takes a few steps away, you're shocked!
Her head dips down into whatever that giant fluffy brought and she's... it's like drinking, but not.
Wait, has this happened before?
......

You can't remember, but one thing's for sure, you don't like this situation at all!
Mommy setting you aside makes your chest feel cold and hurtie, you've got to get back into her fluff.

"Babbeh wuv!"

"Mummeh miwk!"

"Huggies wuv!"

Your words failed you again, that wasn't right.
And mommy kept on doing what she's doing, is she mad at you?
Getting up off your rear you start an ungainly, clumsy waddle over to her.
Your brother and sister have the same idea, but she's still walking funny and cries with every step.
The shuffle over is slow and ponderous, you aren't used to walking without fluff on all sides to help hold you up.
Your tummy gurgles and feels funny the whole time, you don't like that feel.
You also don't like how it felt stepping in a yucky wet spot your brother left behind.
It was so icky that you did it too, now your tail feels heavy.
Well, at least your tummy feels a bit better.
No, not better, different.
Your walk is really dangerous too!
More than once do you hit a little bump in the soft thing and fall down.
No tears though, you're a good baby and only good babies get back in mommy's fluff.

It seemed like quite a long trek (less than two feet) but you've made it to mommy's legs.
The three of you babble and tap your hooves against hers, trying to get some attention.

"Babbehs wan' pway?  Mummeh haf nummies fiwst, den pway and gif huggies."

Why isn't she laying back down?
Her fluff is too high up to reach, so are her teats.
You're reduced to sitting on your bum and leaning against mommy's leg, hugging it with all four of your own.
Sissy gently lays down beside you and cries some more.
Brother walks under mommy and stretches up high as he can, his mane just grazing mommy's belly fluff but no higher.
So close.
You really want mommy to finish what she's doing and comfort you, it's scary being out of her fluff for so long.
You've never been out like this for so long before... have you?
Faint memories of a cold bum waft through your mind.
It's hard to remember things sometimes, you don't know why.

"Babbeh mummeh! Babbeh miwk!"

No matter how hard you try, words never work when you need them.
There's no more holding back, the tears start flowing.
And your sister... well she always cries now.

Three softly weeping foals who don't understand the world around them, desiring what's both familiar and instinctual.
Without it, you cling to each other for comfort and warmth.
At least mommy is so close, if she went away you don't know what you'd do.
Just thinking of it makes your chest hurties even worse.
A fluffy voice behind mommy catches your ear, but many of the words make no sense to you.

"Nu cwy babbehs, mummeh haf nummies, yu bak in mummeh's fwuff weal soon!

Words.
They're important, you need to learn them but most just don't sound right, they don't click in your mind like the words love, milk and mommy do.
Even speaking them is a guessing game, only sometimes do the proper ones come out even if you're thinking of just the right thing.
Being a baby can be hard sometimes.

Brother came back and latches onto both you and mommy's leg too, he seems scared.

"Babbeh miwk huwt?"

It's hard understanding what he says.
Same thing with your sister, it's like the words aren't doing what they're supposed to.
If only your words would stop being meanies and come out the right way.
At least you're together, the three of you at mommy's leg, hugging and tapping and begging for affection.
You really hope mommy isn't angry.
It's scary, your siblings are crying and the cold away from mommy's fluff is miserable both outside and in your chest.
* Splish *
And now your bottom is wet again.

And oh, your tummy!
It gurgles and roils, the owwies didn't get any better even after that bad, wet release.
There's a growing pain in there, it climbs higher than your tummy quickly.
Climbs and burns like nothing before, your crying reaches a new height.
Something is really wrong!
You squeeze mommy's leg for all it's worth, terrified of what's happening inside you, wanting to feel safe and warm and happy again.
To drink milk and smell mommy's scent.
Milk
Mi....
Owwie!
OWWIEEEEEEE *hurk* !!!

* Huuurrrrggggghh *

You wretch up everything in your tummy onto mommy's leg, trying to scream and breathe at the same time.

* Koff koff he- koff... hurgh! *

A little more comes out, it's awful hurties.
Your brother falls onto his back trying to get away from the disgusting mess, sissy is so surprised she flaps her wings and screams in pain for doing it.
You feel terrible, covered in sticky mess, your insides still raging and tears continue to flow.
It even came out of your nosey.
You've no idea what happened but between coughing and wailing you beg mommy to make it all go away, you've never been this scared before.

"Miwk *koff* mummeh *koff koff* miwk hewp!  Waaahhh! *koff koff* "

Even your words hurt you, every syllable burns your throat.

Suddenly you're falling forward.
* whump *
Face down into your own mess.
You're scared, hurt and desperate for mommy to make it all better.

"Owwie mummeh!"

Close enough.
It came out as a sort of plea for help which was the best you could do.
Slowly pushing off of the goopy, soft floppy thing, you look up weakly.
And there she is, her nosey nuzzling the top of your head lightly.

"Babbehs aw siwwy.  Mummeh hewp."

She'd moved her leg to turn and get back to you.
You're so relieved to see her smiling face the tears gush once again.
But these are good tears though, happy tears.
She'll make it all better.

"Nuuuuu, babbeh make sikkies?  Babbeh haf huwties?  Mummeh gif huggies, make babbeh bettah.

She rolls onto her back and places your siblings gently on her teats while you sit on your bum, holding both forelegs up and waiting your turn.
And when she reaches down, it's warmer and sweeter than any hug before.
You hug right back with all your diminished strength, trying to tell mommy how much you love her but throat hurties stop your words before they can come out.

"Babbeh need be cwean, mummeh hewp babbeh."

She licks you all over and wipes your front with her legs, occasionally mumbling something about "yikky" you don't understand.
Your stomach finally settles while in her embrace, you knew mommy's hugs could make you better.
After a few minutes of attention and hugs, the throat burnies calm themselves and you try thanking her again.

"Miwk wuv."

It hurt a little and the words were wrong.
But again, close enough.
At least love was in there.
She took it a different way than you intended, and moves you down to her teats.
The idea of drinking right now isn't very appealing.
...
Well, maybe it's a little appealing.
A minute later she lifts your brother away despite his protests.
You're on the teat and suckling away without thinking about it.

"Babbehs ah'ways wan' miwk.  Babbehs gonna be big, stwong fwuffies!"

Suckling hard, you gulp down every drop while hugging mommy hard as your little legs can.
Your tummy owwies ease off a bit with every sip.
The stress of the last few minutes melts away into contented bliss, the kind every baby feels nestled in their mommy's fluff.
You can't imagine a better place to be.
Even if it's darker now and there aren't as many fluffies as before...

Wait...
Why aren't there as many fluffies as before?
...
It doesn't matter, you're suckling and you're happy, that's the important thing.
But drink as you may, it never seems quite enough.
Your tummy owwies never completely go away, sometimes it's so bad they bring tears to your eyes.
You wish mommy would let you suckle all the time, but then there would be no time for play or hugs.
Every fluffy needs hugs, mommy says so and they make you feel warm on the inside too.
Hugs and milk, that's what a baby needs.
You're silently glad when she lifts your sister away to give brother a turn.
That means you can drink longer while she has hugs.
Fine with you, it's time to do something about these tummy owwies.

* In the bosses office, end of the day *

"How was our brood today?"

"The different chow formulas are keeping the mothers going, but almost all of them have shown little physical or behavioral changes that wouldn't be common for average fluffies.

"So the exact opposite of what we're hoping for.  I shouldn't be surprised all things considered, some examples?"

"Coral would be an obvious one, she doesn't want to eat despite never touching her bowl yesterday.  She also complains of "owwie poopies" and there's some blood in her litter box.  Her babies are constantly hungry too, she's running dry and that shouldn't happen with only two babies."

"If Coral kicks the bucket before they're weaned I want those babies with the feeders.  There's no point in wasting them and he never asked for the babies afterwards, just a written report."

"Some of them might not be salvageable."

"Keep me updated, a few have popular color schemes and would make good coin... Just be sure they're healthy.  We've got a good reputation for high quality foals and it's gonna stay that way.  On the other hand... How about oddballs?  Anything we could sell as a novelty?"

"It doesn't look that way, at least not yet.  None glow in the dark or anything like that."

"If we had a glowing baby fluffy I'd be able to retire!  Anything else?"

"One of Stella's babies apparently puked pretty hard, I never saw it but she told me after a little prodding.  The one who always asks to play, no matter whats happening."

"Well it happens sometimes right?  And friendly foals make for good pets."

"I've seen the babies downstairs puke only a handfull of times, it's rarely a good sign.  And being friendly is fine, that's typical fluffy stuff but all three of Stella's litter seem a little... off."

"How so?"

"I don't think they've learned many new words, plus the way they speak is clumsy and usually gibberish.  Normally a baby can speak in full, if limited sentences by now.  I had high hopes for one, but now I'm not even sure if they understand the couple words they say."

"Great.  Well... keep an eye on 'em, some fluffies turn out to be late bloomers, right?  Think about how many babies you've almost tossed in the trash because they didn't respond without a little encouragement.  Are there any serious problems with them yet?"

"Nothing freaky except for Gilly's sudden attitude adjustment.  If I'm too slow with the food bowl she'll attack my hand."

"You're too soft on them.  When they pull that shit, straighten 'em out right away.  And do a GOOD job of it, I can't stand the merchandise mouthing off to me."

"Sarah, believe me, she's already had a few dances with the sorry stick.  She'll cry and beg for forgiveness and be back to snarling five minutes later.  Your friend must be putting some kinda drug in her chow."

"Doubt it.  Jay's looking for the absolute cheapest fluffy chow recipe possible, the bare minimum that'll keep one alive and not complaining.  That's why he needs us to see how a breeding mare and her rat pack react to his cheap ass food too.  I bet at least one of 'em is eating mostly sawdust."

"That'd be Marble if you ask me, she's constantly complaining about how hungry she is despite two full scoops at every mealtime.  Her babies say the same thing, there isn't enough milk for all four.  That reminds me, she asked for more food."

"What's it say on the bag?"

"Two scoops per feeding."

"Then that's what she gets."

"Okay, but her babies really do look a little skinny to my eye."

"Unfortunately I promised Jay we'd let nature take it's course so to speak, no feeding the babies anything, just mommy's milk.  But if Marble croaks, we can stick them with a proper feeder and hopefully sell the little suckers later.  He's technically renting those six mares now but if I can get some babies outta them, so much the better.  And he knows the price goes up if any of my breeders die."

"I'd better get back downstairs.  One of the new mares waved her fanny at Tiffany and now she's covered in shit.  The mare I mean.

"If Tiffany were covered in shit I'd be running for my car right now."

"This whole place would be a write off."

"Heh, well keep at it and hopefully we can sell a couple of the better looking ones."

"Yes ma'am."

* Meanwhile, in the closet home of the test fluffies *

"Now where is that dustpan... hmmmmmmm... "

"Sc...scawy hooman..."

"Hiya kids, miss me?"


End part 4

Special thanks to Mayclore who allowed me to use his characters.  I'd planned on revealing who the humans were and where this was taking place in the last chapter, but after I posted the first part an anon asked if it was Sarah and Tiffany, it's hardly a secret now.  So I guess I'm not as smart as I thought I was.  Yes this is the Foal Factory and the various handlers are from there as well.

http://pastebin.com/u/Mayclore  -  Read his stuff in the off chance you haven't already, it's some of the best fluffy stories you'll ever find.  Not hugbox, not abusefan, simply stories about fluffies that just happen to have those elements in them.