Finding Babies (Challenge No.08 disqualified entry)

takenoko, January 3, 2013; 19:16 / FB 7931
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>be Rarifluff
>you're watching TV
>'Lovely Days Knitting Club' just ended
>now it's boring infomercial time
>you press the button that makes the stories different
>end up on FluffTV
>Babies! is on
>you watch a bit
>a slim green girl fluffy is playing with her foals
>they are just the most adorable things!
>'Babbehs get wotsa huggies!', she tells them
>'Wuv huggies! Wuv Mumma!', the foals reply
>the family hugs
>it makes you a little jealous
>'Wan babbeh'
>you lie back and watch Babies, imagining all the things you'll do with your babies
>actually, you just look at the babies playing and ignore the stupid mummas
>imagining hurts the thing under your pretty horn
>after a few minutes, you realize that those aren't your babies
>you don't have any
>but you'd like some
>maybe just one
>'How get babbeh?', you question the TV
>'Wuv baww', a baby on the TV replies
>you leave your pillow and trot over to your ball
>'Baww, how get babbeh?'
>the ball doesn't answer
>you pout
>'Meanie baww!'
>you go to your litterbox and make poopies while looking at the baww
>it's called 'pretty sorry poopies'
>Daddy taught you how to make pretty sorry poopies
>they let you make sorry poopies without getting things icky!
>they are the ultimate in sorry poopie warfare
>you remember your Daddeh telling you something else:
>'Special hugs give bad babies. NEVER let a fluffy give you special hugs!'
>special hugs give babies
>babies
>your eyes widen as you fully appreciate the concept of babies
>resolve builds up in you, giving you a drive beyond anything you've ever felt
>'Wawity gon' get specha huggies, an' get babbehs!' you declare
>you remember something else Daddeh said about bad special hugs:
>'Yell 'Help! I'm a human girl being raped!' and poop as hard as you can'
>you just won't do that!
>that's how you'll know that you're having good special hugs
>you venture into the kitchen and through the fluffy-safe fluffy door
>the door leading to OUTSIDE
>mister door doesn't let anyfluff come in, only out
>that's okay, you understand it
>you'll just play with your babies outside until Daddeh comes home!

>you venture across the big lawn, towards the real outside
>there's a big hole in the fence that Daddeh put up
>it's hidden by a rock, but you just go around it
>you carefully get through, not letting anything touch your fluff
>the dirty fence and icky rock will make your fluff not pretty!
>through the hole, there is an icky place
>it is grey and not pretty
>but you can hear a fluffy voice
>'Sowwy babbehs, nuu fin' nuff nummies'
>and then the most adorable little voices in the world
>'Nuu wan icky nummies, wan miwkies!'
>'Babbeh make poopies!'
>you trot towards the sound

>you find a wingie mumma with babbehs
>she has a pointy babbeh, a wingie babbeh and a babbeh babbeh
>babbeh babbeh is white like you, making poopies
>pointy babbeh is all green, not moving
>wingie babbeh is red and puffing its cheeks, demanding milk
>a full assortment!
>'Wha? Fwend!', she exclaims as she sees you
>you happily rush over, a smile on your face
>'Hewwo, daw'lin! Am Wawity!', you introduce yourself
>'Am Bwita! Bwita wuv noo fwend! Wook pwetty, smeww wike sketties an' fwowas!'
>you giggle and toss your permed mane
>you love being pretty!
>she hugs you, and you hug back
>she's a little icky, but she gives good hugs
>you wouldn't let your babbehs get this icky
>they would give nice, clean huggies
>OH
>that's right!
>maybe she can help you with your predicament
>'Wawity wan specha huggies, haf babbehs'
>she gives you a sad look
>'Sowwy, am giwl fwuffy. An Wawity nuu wan specha huggies. Dey bad huggies.'
>she pantomimes getting on top of a not-there fluffy and thrusting into it
>'Meanies get on Bwita, do dis, touch nonos. Den Bwita haf babbehs.'
>so THAT's how special hugs are special!
>'WHA-HA-HA!', you cry out
>give special huggies, get babbehs
>it all makes sense
>you carefully move all the babies away
>then you get behind Brita
>'Wha fwen' doin? Wan wook at Bwita taiw?'

>you mount your new friend
>your front hoofsies plunge into her fluff
>'Wawity gif gud specha huggies', you quip cheerfully
>a mare of your word, you give her the best special huggies you can
>your underfluff rubs against her poopie place fluff
>it's actually rather clean
>at least she's somewhat classy
>she's not very happy, though
>'NUUU! Nuu fwen, nuu wan specha huggies! Nuu wan mow babbehs!'
>she isn't saying that she's a human girl, though
>that means that these are good special hugs!
>you remember the rest of what she said
>you have to touch her nonos
>that's a bad thing
>but it's for your darling babies, so it's okay!
>you pull yourself up with your front hooves
>with skill, you balance yourself on one back weggie
>the other back one, you stick into her fluff
>it's a bit hard to find skin through the fluff
>yet you manage
>'Wha? Dis weiwd, Wawity. Wha fwen doin?', Brita queries
>you find her poopie place
>'Otay, den hoofsie go wowah down...'
>...
>there, warm and squishy!
>you pull forward as hard as you can with your front hooves
>your slender weggie plunges into Brita's nono place!
>she makes a funny sound!
>'Sowwy, Bwita. Wawity fowget gif specha huggies!'
>you resume your thrusting
>the labour is most unlike you
>a light 'enf...enf...enf' escapes your lips with each thrust
>Brita starts shaking and screaming
>'Wawity! Haf owwies! Bwita nuu wan specha huggies! Stahp, meanie!'
>you are shocked and appalled
>you are no meanie!
>the accusation causes you to lose your balance
>your one ground leg slips
>your front legs flail in surprise, leaving the soft, grippable fluff
>you fall backwards, but your penetrating weggie remains in position
>you flex it, hoping for it to make you go back up
>dummy physics defies you!
>through leverage, your full weight is pushed onto the bottom of her vagina
>then, as you hit the ground, your weggie smashes into her vaginal roof before coming down
>you hear a faint squelching sound
>then you hit the ground with a *pomf*

>'Wah! Wawity haf owwies!'
>your side has big owwies from the fall!
>you get up and cry a little
>the weggie that was in Brita comes out
>it's a bit sticky, and there's some booboo juice on it
>you wipe it off on some garbage, hoping it won't stain
>your worry for your pretty weggie makes you forget about the owwies
>you feel better
>'Owwies aww gone!'
>like a good fluffy, you check up on Brita
>'Huuhuuhuuuuu' is the only sound she makes
>booboo juice comes out of her nonos
>she must have put some of it on your weggie
>'Nuu is nice, Bwita! Say sowwy!'
>'Huuhuuhuuhuuuuu', she replies
>oh well, as long as she follows the rest of the rules
>"Wawity gif specha huggies, wan babbeh"
>she doesn't respond
>Brita just keeps making the funny sound
>'Huuuuhuuhuuuuu!'
>maybe she has owwies too?
>you give her some normal huggies to fix the owwies
>then you go over to the babies
>you don't need her for this part, anyways

>you gave special huggies, so you get a baby!
>now, which one?
>'Dummeh mawe! Babbeh wan miwkies!', one demands
>how rude!
>'Wawity nuu wan bad babbeh'
>you slap it away
>it smacks into a tree and makes booboo juice
>'Eep!', goes the pointy babbeh, 'pwease nuu huwties!'
>silly foal
>you would never hurt a cute baby!
>you consider taking that one
>but it makes fear poopies
>'Icky! Wawity nuu wan icky babbeh!', you declare
>a bit of you really wanted a pointy baby, though
>you look at the last one, the babbeh babbeh
>'Wawity ask Daddeh fo' gif babbeh pointy an' be specha!'
>you bite the babbeh babbeh by the neck fluff and begin to carry it away
>'Nuu! Wan' mumma! Babbeh nee' nummies an' wuv!', it cries
>aww, how cute
>you set it down and give it a big hug
>'Nuu wowwy, babbeh. Wawity gon' gif gud nummies and wuv foevah!'
>the babbeh sniffs you
>'Smeww pwetty. Betta den mumma. Gon' be noo mumma fo' babbeh?'
>you nod
>'Babbeh suuu happi!'
>you pick it up with two hoofsies and place the babbeh on your head
>then you head back home, leaving the other two for Brita
>thoughts of the future flicker through your fluffy head
>you don't even mind the mind owwies from having to use your imagination
>you'll keep your babbeh pretty and train it to be a proper fluffy
>and then?
>makeovers and playtime!
>'Babbeh gon' be FAB-U-WUUUUUS!', you declare as you skip through the hole
>you go right up to your door
>there's a noise
>a vroom-vroom munsta sounds like it's close
>that means one thing
>Daddeh's home to let you in!
>you patiently wait in front of the fluffy-safe door for Daddeh to let you in
>'Babbeh wuv noo mumma', the babbeh gurgles as it hugs your pointy thing
>you carefully pull the babbeh off of your head and give it huggies
>'Wawity wuv sweetie babbeh!'