Forever Mommy - Alternative End

Forever Mommy - Alternate ending

I wasn't too happy with the "twist" ending in the original and replaced about 1/4 of the story with something a bit more fitting to the setting and circumstances.


Warning:  This story contains fluffy on fluffy crime and mercy, viewer discretion is advised.



A deep brown fluffy unicorn walks the streets at night, named Karla.
Normally a lone fluffy would be terrified of this situation, but she's done it before.
She's merely very, very scared.
Sticking to alleys and crossing through yards is much safer than going near the long rocks with the metal monsters.
The biggest danger she faces is actually other fluffies.
Over the past year the city's begun to choke with them.
They're frequently in her backyard, her owner doesn't like that one bit.
He loves his good fluffy, but strays steal and aren't nice.
The ones constantly trying to raid his vegetable garden can get the worst owwies for all she cares.

She keeps moving, sometimes attracting the attention of herds looking to add another mare to the mix.
Usually just ignoring the smarty and not stopping deals with the problem nicely.
Smarties don't know how to take being ignored, mostly they'll yell for a while but retreat to their herd rather than risking a chase.
Every herd in the area has it's own "turf" and if they cross into where they aren't welcome, it can create a lot of problems.
Even the dumbest smarty knows that.
A mare on her own though, she's always welcome to drop in.
They'll all try to make her stay, one way or another.
It's risky and scary, but she's driven by determination.
And too bad for them, Karla's a smarty too.

A smarty friend without a herd, but a smarty none the less.
She doesn't even want one, all that noise and complaining and stupid fluffies bothering her... sounds awful.
No, she's looking for something very specific.
Stopping to take in the sounds, she picks up on some fluffies fighting off in one direction, another crying for help the opposite way, and dead silence from the third.
She naturally picks the third, no point in involving herself in a brawl or listening to some stupid fluffy beg for food.
The last two nights had been failures and she's starting to grow impatient.
Impatient, not reckless.

Maybe this'll be the alley tonight?
She creeps in as quietly as a fluffy can, her soft hooves barely making a whisper against the cement.
Peeking around each corner, under every dumpster, inside every cardboard box.
Come on, there has to be som-
Crying.
Just a little bit, very faint.
Is this it?  Has her near limitless patience (three whole days) finally paid off?
Karla walks with care towards where the sound should be coming from, another pile of black bags.
It's louder now, and a voice to accompany it.

"Mummeh?  Whea bwotha?  Whea sistah?  Babbeh scawed, haf tummeh owwies, weggie huwts, pwease gif huggies, pwease gif miwk."

"Nu be wowd, babbeh.  Meanie *pant* fwuffies wan' gif huwties."

Unexpected, but still worth checking.  It's a shame two of them were already taken, but in this case there was nothing she could have done.
She lays quietly on the other side of the trash bag fort this fluffy and her baby hide in.

"Babbeh nu wan' bad fwuffies!  Wan' mummeh!"

"Babbeh nu be *pant* wowd, mummeh gif huggies an' make owwies *pant* bettah.  When bwight time, mummeh fin' nummies an' den haf miwk fo' babbeh."

"Wan' miwk, tummeh so huwtie..."

So they're starving and have been in a fight, probably against a herd she tried to steal food from, they've lost some family as well.
There are a lot of meanie herds out there, stealing food from each other, or mares, even babies suckling from their mothers!
They'd do anything to get stronger, every smarty friend convinced their way is the only way, that they must control every herd.
Only then can fluffies get the nummies they deserve and take what they want from the humans.

Idiots.
She's seen her own human toss an entire herd out of the back yard one at a time, and despite her fears he didn't have a single owwie on him.
Fluffies can't fight humans, they just can't win against something so big and strong.
Let the stupid smarties have their fights, some day they'll cross the wrong human and that'll be it.
THIS smartie has something more important to do.
The most important thing of all.

Taking care of her babies.
Being a mummeh is hard work, she knows that first hand.
Getting enough food alone can take all day.
There's almost no time to play at all!
That's why she's always been so grateful to her human, he provided everything she needed, when she needed it the most.
Picking her up off the streets and giving her the kinds of foods she only dreamed of as an alley fluffy.
Brushing the tangles from her fluff, making it pretty and smell nice once again.
It'd been so long since her fluff look that good, she actually wept.
And she knows he'll love her babies as well, once they come.
It won't be too much longer hopefully.
The streets have been cruel to her in the past, and to her babies.
So many starving mouths, begging for milk she didn't have to give...
Painful memories, but they drive her on.

"Mummeh huwties go?  Wan moar huggies?"

"Wuv babbeh, huggies make mummeh fewl aw bettah."

Sounds like the mother was hurt too but she's doing ok, time to move on then.
There are plenty of other places to check tonight before going home to daddy.
And not much time to check them in, it'll truly be dark soon and life out here gets much worse when the only light is from the dim sky ball.
She hurries along, bothered by the stench of that mother's hiding place.
Any fluffy mummeh should know the really stinky bags and cans attract the beady eyed monsters with no-fluff tails.
Those things still frighten her, they can strip a fluffy down to their bones.
Almost clear of that alley, she scans the T section ahead of her.
To the left is most likely a fluffy herd very interested in having another mare around.
The right opens out into the street, but it can be quickly crossed if she's smart and doesn't stare into the bright eyes of the metal monsters.

"Nuuuu mummeh!  Hewp babbeh!"

It's that pair she just left behind, sounds like something else stumbled onto them.

"Yu gif babbeh!  Pwease nu huwt, mummeh wuv babbeh!  Wan huggies?  Cwova gif huggies fo' babbeh, okies?

She's crept back far enough to see what the commotion is.
Two fluffies must have walked right in and dragged the orange baby from her mother's belly.
The purple mother looks scrawny, her fluff all matted together and probably smells worse than her hiding place.
Opposing her is one large brown earthie and an almost as large unicorn, deep red with a yellow mane.
They're both quite a bit bigger than her and look well fed if a little dirty, they must be from one of the few successful herds there are in the city.
The ones that survive by stealing everything from the other, smaller groups.
And now they've come back to finish the job, four fluffies is a good addition to any herd.

"NU!  Yu nao wif aw hewd!  Yu fowwow Hunta an' he be gud smawty fwiend to yu."

"Pwease, Cwova jus' wan' babbeh, wuv babbeh moar den nummies or... or huggies, Cwova sowwy fo' nummies but haf wowstest tummeh owwies, pwease gif babbeh."

"Wan' babbeh?  Den fowwow smawtie fwiend.  Aw fwuffy fowwow smawtie or haf wowstest owwies."

" *sniff* Pwease... babbeh... jus' wan' babbeh..."

One of the kidnappers pressed down lightly on the baby's back, it wouldn't hurt but the baby starts acting like it's been stabbed in the knee.  All fluffies overreact greatly in order to attract help from other fluffies or humans, no matter how minor the problem.

"MUMMEH!  PWEASE HEWP!  WHY NU HEWP!  BABBEH WUV MUMMEH PWEASE HEWP!"

"Nuuuuuuu, is gud babbeh, pwease nu moar huwties."

She can see how this will go.
The mother is too scared to join a herd where she'll be lowest in the social order.
Even with a baby that means waiting to eat, doing what your senior fluffies tell you and maybe even losing her baby to some higher up mare who wants it.
She's trapped in a fear loop and won't respond any other way until something snaps her out of it, like her baby getting crushed.

Karla remains close but hidden, she hasn't given up on running in just yet.
When one of the stallions loses his patience and charges the mother, she gets her chance.
He runs right over the mother with his size advantage and begins dragging her by an ear back down the alley.
The purple fluffy flails her legs uselessly in the air and screams in pain, that ear will probably come off before she's pulled too far.
The bigger stallion, the one with her baby walks away from it and stomps down hard on the mothers stomach with both front hooves;  it only takes a moment for a spray of vomit to erupt and shower all over herself.
Gagging and coughing, she's still begging for her baby, to be let go and for the hurties to stop.

Karla can't watch this anymore, she knows the time is now and bolts from her hiding place (bolting for fluffies is a fast shuffle), rushing right at the two assailants.
They barely have time to look up before she's right beside one, the brown earthie opening his mouth to say something.
It's cut off however, by the shock of what happens next.
Karla runs right past the beating in progress and grabs the foal with her mouth, barely slowing down.
With speed born from many close calls with fluffy herds she dashes (waddles) off into the darkness, leaving two very confused fluffies and one extremely distraught mother behind.

"BAB-hurk!"

That brown one must have gone back to work on her instead of following, good.  She can't relax now though, there's three turns to find home and it'll take all her concentration to remember which ones are which.

The baby doesn't yet realize what's happened, it thinks it's mother somehow got away and is carrying it to safety.
While Karla runs her heart swells, her baby saying "wuv mummeh, wuv mummeh!" over and over again.
It's not all that far from home, daddy lives close to the tall buildings that a lot of humans live in without yards.
Right at the big blue box, left at the green dumpster, straight ahead until... there they are, the streetlights that will guide her the rest of the way.
It's good to be such a smartie.

The foal squeaks, obviously uncomfortable being jostled about. She wants a ride but Karla can't afford that yet, she has to get it home and inside the house in case monsters or other fluffies give chase.
She noses the fence door open and is soon tapping on the sliding glass door with her front hooves.
There's a rustling inside, and a large human slides it open for her.

"And what have you got there young lady?"

Karla gently sets the foal down inside their home and pants furiously for a few moments, her legs burn along with her lungs.  "Kawwa. *huff huff*  haf babbeh *huff huff* daddeh! *huff*."

"I can see that, so you finally found your baby huh?  Well that's great news."  He bends down and scratches under her chin, she accepts it warmly.

"Whea mummeh?  Mummeh cawwy babbeh fwom meanie fwuffies, buh whea nao?"  Finally the baby finds its voice again after so many surprises, not the least of which being the sight of a human up close for the first time.
Her mother always told her to stay away from the giant, two legged monsters.
She's more and more frightened by the second.

"Whea mummeh?  Wan' mummeh, wan' mummeh!  Pwease gif to mummeh!  Wan' mummeh huggies!"

Karla slows her panting and wraps her front hooves around the baby, giving it what she thinks it wants.

"Nuuuu, wan' mummeh huggie, whea mummeh? Babbeh scawed!"

"Babbeh nu be scawed, Kawwa is yu mummeh, gif bestest huggies an' miwk, wuv babbeh."

"Nuuuu, wan' mummeh!  Nu wan' munsta,  WAN MUMMEH!!!"

It's really scared now, being held by unfamiliar fluff with unfamiliar scents.
It's tiny legs struggle and try pushing away but she's far stronger than it and won't let go.
She put so much work and time into finally having a baby, she'll never give up.

"Kawwa am mummeh, babbeh be siwwy.  Nao gif mummeh huggies wike gud babbeh, den nummies!"

"Wan' mummeh, pwease wan' mummeh, munsta nu gif huwties, pwe... nummies?"  Bingo, survival instinct kicks in and the baby switches priorities, almost like clockwork.

"Mummeh haf nummies fo' babbeh, bestest miwk to fiww tummeh."

"Pwease gif nummies, tummeh haf bad huwties."  She waddles beside Karla and puts her front hooves against her kidnapper's side, trying in her own feeble way to push Karla over and gain access to her teats.

"Okies babbeh, daddy bwing nummies an' mummeh gif."

"Yay!  Nu moar tummeh huwties, wan' miwk, wan' miwk!"

The human pops something into the microwave while listening to his fluffy and her new baby talk about food and hugs and why Karla really is the little things mother.
Thirty seconds later he retrieves the toy bottle and has his fluffy lay on her back.
He gently lifts the foal into position despite it's sudden protests and lays it down facing Karla's head.
It tries to turn towards her teats, but he doesn't let go.
Instead he squeezes the little bottle's nipple and a drop of milk splashes onto her tiny nose.
The baby licks at it and tries to wipe the liquid away but stops when she realizes it tastes wonderful.

"Babbeh stay deah, mummeh gif nummies difwent way."

And so she does, holding the toy baby bottle clumsily yet practiced in her front hooves, the baby lays in her belly fluff and sucks greedily at the bottle.
It's just a little whole milk and a generous portion of sugar.
Cow milk isn't very good for growing fluffies but it's better than the nothing she was getting before.
Adding sugar makes it more like real fluffy milk too, as well as the high fat content.
Besides, EVERY fluffy loves sugar.
Karla looks down at her baby, both of them in total bliss, all that work finally paid off.
It felt like forever (three days), but she found her baby in the end.
That meanie street fluffy stole her, and look at how bad she treated her!
A hurt leg, tear stained face and apparently starved from the way this baby is gulping her milk down.
She got there in a nick of time.

The human takes a seat and looks on, his fluffy couldn't be happier and that's what's important.
No matter how many times he took her to a breeder she never got knocked up.
It was a bit frustrating (and expensive), and Karla grew more and more distraught after every failure.
He thought he'd lost her one day when she disappeared from the back yard.
Circling the neighborhood on his bike did no good, she was just gone.
By the time he gave up the search and returned, there she was at the back door playing with a foal.
Well, kind of playing.
More like trying to convince the foal that she was it's real mother and the other fluffy that raised it was a meanie liar.
So as it turns out, his fluffy could have babies after all.
In a fashion.
Quite the surprising development, she's a lot smarter than he'd given her credit for.

"Tank yu fo' nummies, nu moar tummeh huwties."

"Dat gud babbeh, mummeh wuv babbeh."

"Mummeh?  Buh mummeh  is otha' fwuffy."

"Nu babbeh, Kawwa is yu mummeh.  Kawwa gif nummies, gif huggies, keep babbeh wahm, wuv babbeh.  Kawwa is yu mummeh."

"Buh... babbeh haf 'notha mummeh?  Mummeh bak in scawy dawk pwace wif meanie fwuffies, an mummeh hew wif babbeh in wahm pwace wif wots miwkies?

This one couldn't be more than four or five days old, it's baby talk is even harder to cut through than the typical fluffies.
It's trying to puzzle out how it could have two mothers, all the while being hugged and rubbed by Karla.
She's trying to get the old mother's scent off as quickly as she can while still being gentle.

"Mummeh wuv babbeh, gif huggies an miwk, dat mean mummeh is mummeh, siwwy babbeh."

"Dat mean yu babbehs mummeh?  Babbeh nu un'stan."

She booped her lightly on the nose and they both giggle in reply.
The next few hours are filled with fluffy conversation, Karla doing everything she can to make the baby forget its old mother and embrace her alone.
So far she's got it thinking it has two mothers, so already that's a pretty good start.
A rumbling sound from Karla cuts the conversation short.

"Daddeh, Kawwa hungwy, need nummies pwease."

"Sure thing, how about you take your baby to the safe room and I'll bring it to you?

"Tank yu daddeh!"

Karla flattens out on the floor as low as she can, her new baby (she named Sunny because of her light orange fluff) crawls up into her new mother's fluff and holds on as she stands.
Karla walks away telling her baby how much she loves it and how happy they'll be here.
In the meantime, her owner has to prepare a little dinner for his brave, enterprising fluffy.

"Pway wif toys?  Can pway an' be wowd?"

"Nu meanie fwuffies hea', babbeh can pway and wun and haf wotsa fun!"  She punctuates her statement by raising her front hooves up into the air.
The baby seems awestruck, it's used to being told to stay quiet and hidden, just running around and playing seems so foreign to her.
Sunny is a fluffy however, and takes to playing with blocks, balls and other things like a duck to water.
She's gone from timidly asking for her mother to playing with reckless abandon, trying to make up for her short lifetime of "stay quiet, stay still".
Minutes later Karla's owner brings up a bowl of soft fluffy kibble and a gerbil water bottle.

"Dinner's here Karla, dig in."

Karla finally takes her eyes off her new offspring and waddles to the bowl.

"Tank yu daddeh, wuv nummies!"

"Believe me, I know.  Do you want more bedding or will your baby sleep with you?"  Said baby was busy nosing a ball around, having so much fun she didn't even notice the human enter until she runs into his ankle.

"Owwie, babbeh hu..."  Her eyes widen in horror when she realizes what she's done.

"Nu huwt! Pwease nu huwt babbeh, nu mean to gif owwies, pwease nu huwt babbeh, gud babbeh, gud babbeh, gu-"

"Calm down Sunny I'm not mad and you aren't big enough to give me ouchies.  Just play with the ball and have fun.  Karla, I'll check on you again before going to sleep, ok?"

"Okies daddy, wuv yu!"

Already tired from the evenings wanderings, Karla yawns while she eats and watches her baby trying to stack blocks.
It's perfect, everything is perfect and she couldn't be happier.
She has her baby, a daddy that loves her, nummies *yawn*, and a nice soft bed.
Even Sunny is starting to wind down, fluffy babies have little stamina and spend more than half the day sleeping.
Karla calls her over to the wicker dog bed and thick pillow, waddling in with her baby on her back.
Settling in to the typically mummeh sleeping position, she lays on her back while Sunny snuggles deep into her fluff.
It's so babies have access to teats in the night if they wake up hungry, but her new mother has no milk to give in the normal way.
Karla's just so exhausted, exhausted and blissful.
Tomorrow she'll explain how her baby really only has one mother, and that's her.
Yes, tomorrow will be great.... zzzzzzzzzzz.

Karla's owner sneaks back upstairs and peeks in on his little fluffy, she's sleeping like an angel.
Half a Nytol in her food put her out so fast she barely had time to crawl into the basket with Sunny.
He stands over her and shakes his head.

Another one.
How many times has she pulled this off?
They've crossed into double digits a while ago, Karla is an excellent foalnapper.
He'd never followed her to see how she does it, but at least once a week Karla manages to bring back a small baby from somewhere.
She's been doing it for months, ever since the vet told them she'll never have babies of her own.
Something clicked inside her mind that day, or broke, something like that.
Now she skulks off into the evening and returns with babies of all colors and types, apparently she isn't picky so long as it's a fluffy baby.
Locking the door sends her into a blind panic, she NEEDS to get out some nights, he knows why even if she isn't telling.
Watching her creep out into the dark is heartbreaking, but he loves her dearly, it isn't her fault she's this way.
If a few foals suffer so his can be happy, he'll just have to live with that.

He walks over to "mother" and daughter, both sawing logs.
Gingerly at first, he works his fingers around and under the baby, then starts lifting it up.
Eventually this disturbs the little thing enough to wake it, but by then he's already got it and firmly clamps her mouth shut.
Fluffy babies are so tiny they can easily fit in the palm of your hand.
Already it's frightened and missing Karla's smell, her heartbeat and especially being engulfed in warm, safe fluff.
He reigns in his temper as it poops all over his hand, this has become so common he'd remembered to wear gloves.
Creeping out to the backyard, he looks down at the shivering baby, who in turn looks up at him with huge, pleading eyes.

"Sorry kiddo, you just caught a bad break, that's all."

*snap*

It's done.
He drops it's body into a garbage can and heads back inside.
In a way this is kinder than what Karla had planned, he's seen her go to great lengths to convince a baby she's it's true mother.
They almost never relent, and wind up beaten, sometimes horribly so as she's desperate to hear the words "wuv yu mummeh."
Eventually they end up smothered while getting the "biggest huggies to make babbeh un'stan".
He doesn't think she means anything evil by it;  at some point Karla's fractured fluffy mind decided it HAD to have babies at all times.
The foals she's killed have been accidental and her mourning was every bit as genuine as a real mothers.
She would have slowly hurt that baby in increasingly brutal ways until it called her mummeh, if ever.
He couldn't watch his loving fluffy turn into a monster once again, and if his ex was any indication, the fluffy shelters are a fate worse than death.

She's damaged.
That's what he tells himself everytime, she needs this to be happy and as her owner, it's his duty to make her happy.
Even if it's causing his hair to fall out, even if it puts him in an early grave, he'll humor Karla and her "needs".
Washing his hands off the beleaguered fluffy owner heads back in for a night of fitful sleep.

Not so long later, the sun peeks up across a clear sky.
People are starting to rise, the city begins it's routine and all is right in the world.
A bright, sunny day, nice enough to put a smile on anyone's face.
Except for a distraught fluffy scampering from place to place, searching for her daughter.

"Swnny?  Whea babbeh?  Nu pway hidey seekey, is time fo' nummies"

"Swnny, babbeh pwease come to mummeh, wuv babbeh mo' den anythin', pwease babbeh!"

" *sigh*  Something wrong Karla?"

"Daddeh, babbeh nu hewe!  Kawwa wook aw ova, nu babbeh?  Wheh babbeh?  Pwease hewp fin' babbeh!"

"I'm sorry karla, the baby went away in the night.  Maybe she wasn't yours after all."

"NUUUUUU!  Babbehs can nu wiv wif nu mummeh!  Babbehs need Kawwa!  Kawwa is babbehs mummeh! *sob* Babbehs need Kawwa!  Babbehs need Kawwa!... Pwease... nu wose 'notha babbeh... wose so many babbehs... *sniff*."

Fresh tears spill from her large, glassy eyes... she was SO sure this time!  All those attempts, all those babies, and every time it gets stolen right back!  It's so unfair!

"Karla, you're a good fluffy but some just... aren't meant to have babies."

"NUUU hu hu hu!  Kawwa haf to haf babbeh, wuv babbeh SO much!  Pwease, Swnny come to mummeh... pwease Swnny... *sob*."

He strokes her mane while she bawls into his leg.
It's the same every time.
Karla has stolen over twelve babies so far and ended up "losing" every one eventually.
She thinks it's her fault the baby "went away".
The fact that it was never hers to being with means nothing, Karla is so far gone she's starting to believe every baby is hers.

Days of consolation lay ahead and he accepts that as being Karla's owner and caring for her needs.
In less than a week, she's listless and asking to be let out back.
He suspects she already has her next foalnapping planned.
Or baby rescue, whatever she believes she's doing.
His poor, broken fluffy.

Karla steels herself against the scary, dusk sky.
Tonight's the night.
Creeping, hunting, stalking off into the darkness.
Those awful fluffies on the street, they stole all her babies and don't even feed them!
She'll sneak into the alleys and find another of her beloved babies
She's too smart to be stopped by them.
Maybe even give the horrible fluffy who stole it the worst ouchies ever before leaving.
Then she'll love it, and it'll love her, and daddy will take care of them both.
Everything will be great then.
That night can't come soon enough for Karla, smartie friend and baby snatcher of the alleyways.

End.