Mummah Lucy & Babbeh Derek (aka Lucy, Eric and Derek)

~Prologue~

>You are a Fluffy
>You have been in the shelter for a forever

>Forever ago, you were living with a special friend in a nearby alleyway
>however, your special friend never came back one day while hunting for nummies. You fear the worst
>you finally gave birth, but all your foals are stillborn
>with nothing left in your life, the only thing you have by your side is an old stuffy friend, with one its weggies missing
>it was the last gift from your special friend to you, and the only thing you have left
>you hug it while repeating the words "wan die" continuosly
>in your grief, you ignore the bright shining light, and the hummie munstah
>he gives you a hurtie, and for a while, you feel like you are getting the forever-sleepies

>in your cage, you can hear the nearby fluffies pleading to various hummmehs, repeating crys of "be nyu dadded" and "giv huggies pliz"
>you pay no attention to them, as you keep hugging your stuffy friend
>suddenly, a hummeh face looks at you
>the mummeh and daddeh look at each other, and then look at you again
>you try to understand the hummeh mumble

"This one, this one, reminds me of Lucy."

>you put aside your stuffy friend, feeling inquisitive
>in the distance, you can see the mummeh and daddeh talk to another hummeh, a fellow mummah
>the three then come to you
>you then say the words that many ferals have come to say

"Nyu daddeh?"

>the daddeh smiles and says the word you always wanted to hear

"Yes."

~

>you are lost
>Mummah and daddeh had left you at a nearby daycare but, a lone butterfly flew into the daycare
>being the curious little fluff you are, you keep chasing it
>focusing only on the butterfly, you don't realize that you are now outside the daycare
>as you reach into the streets, you then realize something
>you are lost

>its nighttime
>you have headed to a nearby alleyway
>it is the only security you know
>you try to look for fluff code, the symbols that fellow fluffs like you draw to indicate safe and dangerous spaces
>so far, you find nothing
>there is a nearby dumpster
>you and your special friend had scavenged for food from these places before
>it seems to be that no other fluffy has lived in this area yet
>but you have seen some big and ugly hummehs that do
>maybe thats why the fluffs avoid this place
>as you reach the dumpster, you try to look for nummies. You have not eaten for a while
>you then hear a cry.

>beside the dumpster, a hummeh mummah lies on the ground
>she has no clothes-fluff at the bottom, only skin
>you shake her, while saying
"Mummah?"
>you keep shaking her, trying your best to get her to wake up
>you then hear the cry

>Moving up, near what looks like the hummeh nu-nus, you see a little hummeh
>a little hummeh
>alone in the world
>crying

"Babbeh?"

~Part 1~

>for the past forevers, mummah and daddeh have been looking after you, and raising you to be the good fluffy that you are
>you learn to use the litterbox, you learn to take a bath and smeww pretty, and you learn how to watch FluffTV
>for the most part, life has been good. you get upsies, you play blockies, and you get sketties and kibbow

>but in the living room, you see a picture of mummah and daddeh with a third hummeh
>he looks like a little version of daddeh
>you ask your owners

"Who is dis hummeh in picshah?"

>mummah and daddeh are silent
>you see mummah walk away. She is about to cry
>dadded is starting to frown
>you feel like as though you have huwt them

"Fwuffy sorry. Fwuffy no mean tu-"

"No, Lucy."

>Daddeh sits down on the sofa. He beckons you to come and sit by his side
>removing his glasses, Daddeh then says

"That is Eric. He's daddeh's babbeh."

>you are surprised

"Hummehs have babbehs?"
"Yes Lucy. Hummehs have babbehs too."

>Feeling elated, you ask the question

"Can meet Eric babbeh?"

>Daddeh hesitates.

"I'm afraid not Lucy. He....he..."

>Daddeh starts to cry. You have never seen a daddeh cry before.
>you can tell that from his lips that the words he is trying to utter is "forever sleepies"
>Feeling a mutual sense of pain, you give him huggies. He holds on to you tight

"Fwuffy understan'. Fwuffy wost babbehs tu."

~

>that was forever ago
>With that memory in your head, you realize that the little hummeh in the allieway is the babbeh of this mummah
>the mummah has gone into forever sleepies
>you know not why
>you see sharpie huwties nearby. the sort the hummeh munstah gave you to sleepeh a forever ago
>whoever it was, whatever it was, they huwt the hummeh mummah and made her forever sleep
>and only the hummeh babeh is left
>you were a mummah once before
>well, almost was
>but you have also seen other mummahs tend to their babbehs after birth
>a part of you wants to head out after when its brighty times, and look for your mummah and daddeh
>but the hummeh babbeh is crying

>you lick the hummeh
>the smeww is not pretty. He is covered in blood
>you keep licking him, trying to make him a clean babbeh
>after a while, not a forever, babbeh looks clean
>babbeh is still crying though
>you are not sure he wants
>he keeps tugging at your legs, his little babbeh hands resting on your teat, your miwkie places

"Miwkies?"

>babbehs. miwkies. babbehs. miwkies
>you remember the song from before, and then, you realize

"Oh! Babbeh drink miwkies!"

>you slowly let the hummeh babbeh nestle upon your leg, and let him drink from your miwkies
>as he keeps suckling you, you sing the song

"Mummah wuv babbehs,
Babbehs wuv mummah,
Babbehs dwink miwkies,
Gwow big an stwong"

>after a while, babbeh falls asleep
>babbeh has no name though
>as you remember daddeh mention his own babeh, many forevers ago, you come to a decision

"Mummah help find safe place for mummah and babeh Dewek."

>You load the hummeh babbeh on your back. He is sound asleep
>you walk off, and attempt to look for a safe place in the alleyway

>it has been a forever now
>you tried counting the number of times the moon has appeared above you
>you can only count up to ten
>so it is a about ten moons and a few
>counting forever is difficult

>you found a safe place. It is an area behind the dumpster
>the other ugleh hummehs do not seem to know of this place
>it feels like the place your special friend and you once lived in, a bright forever ago
>special friend
>mummah. daddeh.
>your eyes to start to well up
>however, the little hummeh babbeh reaches out to you
>the babbeh gives you huggies
>you hug babbeh back
>for now, he is the only thing you have in the world

>while curling up to your babbeh, you hear hummeh voices

"So she died around here?"
"Yeah. Stupid crack-whore OD'ed and died near the dumpster. Was pregnant with a baby."
"Huh? Whose the baby daddy?"
"No idea. Bitch was fucking around. Hell, she was partying the night she died, thats why she OD'ed. The coroner said that she wasn't raped, but rather, gave birth that night."
"You're saying to me that the reason why she was half-naked was because she was trying to give birth?"
"Exactly, but the stupid bitch was having a really heavy trip that night. Now we got to find that crackbaby."

>you feel hatred as you hear the next response

"Why? He's most likely dead. Fucking son of a whore."
"Yeah well, we're not in a place to judge. Besides, I think no baby should die in a place like this."
"You think too highly of these whores. They're like the shit-rats. They don't contribute to society, they are only good for eating, sleeping, fucking, and of course, leaving a fucking mess."
"Well, lets just keep searching anyway. We're paid to do this shit"

>You hang on to your babbeh
>for some reason, you don't want these people to find him and you, yet.

>its been a forever again
>the moon has appeared many times
>someone had thrown away a lot of used markers
>you remember an episode of FluffTV about counting
>with a marker in your mouth, you have tried to count
>so far, you have managed three row of ten lines. Three of ten moons
>that's a really long forever

>babbeh is okay.
>he drinks miwkies, he sleeps, and he's fine
>he's still smaww though
>he's not a fluffy. He has no fluff, and depends on you not to fee' cowd
>you want to play upsies with him, but he can barely walk
>you want to talk to him, but he cannot speak
>he does a lot of poopies
>you try to teach him that good poopies go in the litterbox you made
>he's too stupid to do that
>as you think about it, you realize
>hummeh babbeh is not like fluffy.
>Fluffy babbeh can grow up fast, but hummeh babbeh can't

>you miss mummah and daddeh
>you know what to do

>you take the marker. you draw a little housie, and then, draw a checkmark, for some other fluffy in future
>you then do what you have to

Part 2
>You are Officer Leroy
>You are a parking enforcement officer
>its a shitty job. People yell at you. People abuse you. You've gotten into a few fights
>but it pays all the same
>you're about to issue a ticket when something tugs at your pants
>ah great, it's another one of these shit-rats

"Fuck off ya piece of shit. I got work to do"
"Please, kind mista, be nyu daddeh for babbeh"

>you want to kick on it. Stomp it
>but then you see the belt around its neck
>this fluffy belongs to someone
>you bend down, ready to pick it up
>a job's a job, and you got to return the fluffy to its owner

"Mistah, please! Dere a babbeh nearby!!"

>the fluffy is struggling violently. You fear she's going to poop on you, like these shitrats usually do

"Look, I'm not your 'nyu daddeh'. I don't about your shitrats. Come along with m-"

>as you are about to finish your sentence, you hear the loud shrill
>its the cry of a human baby
>The shitrat is trying to tell you something

"Hummeh babbeh! Hummeh babbeh nee' hewp!!"

>you're not paid off enough for this
>but you're not a monster
>you put the fluffy down. It immediately runs
>stopping for a quick moment, it turns to you and says

"Dis way mista! Huwwy!!!"

>The fluffy darts into a corner, and then, into a tight spot
>its not too far behind a dumspter
>you then see it
>a human baby. In what seems like a makeshift dwelling
>somehow, this fluffy managed to find a basket, some clothes to place the human baby in it
>nearby there is some markers, some toys, and a lot of poop
>oddly enough, the fluffy poop is in one area, while the human poop is all over the damn place

>you reach for your walkie-talkie

"Hello, Central, I would like to report a baby."
"What is it Leroy?"
"There is a fucking human baby here! About a month old. How it survived, I have no id-"

>while trying to call your superiors, you see the fluffy trying to tend to the little runt
>the fluffy is singing some shitty song, but the baby keeps crying
>the baby seems to be reaching for the fluffy's legs
>the baby is drinking from the fluffy's teat
>you're trying to make sense of it

"Leroy? Leroy?!"

>you vomit
>you look up again. The fluffy is still breastfeeding the human baby
>you vomit again

"Leory!"
"I...I think the shitrat has been-"

>you vomit again
>trying not to feel disgusted, and looking at your breakfast all over the floor, mixed in with the shit, you try to hold the walkie-talkie to your mouth again

"P-please despathe an ambulance around here."
"For the baby?"
"For me. And maybe the baby too"

~

>You are Robert
>for about a month now, your wife and you have been in distress
>your son, Eric, died from a brain tumour little more then a year ago
>looking for a way to fill the void in your life, both your wife and you designed to get a pet
>you decided to adopt a fluffy
>your co-workers and elder family have advised against it, recommending a cat or a dog instead, but, you have your reasons for picking a fluffy
>you decide to pick a shelter fluffy, since word is that reformed feral fluffies tend to be more obedient and hardier than pedigree or purebreed fluffs
>Lucy has been a good fluff in the time you have raised her
>but one day, she disappeared
>your wife and you are worried
>you've been putting up posters, and ask around

>then one day, you get a call
>its the police
>Lucy has been found! You feel elated.

"Thank God. Is she okay?"
"Yes sir. Your fluffy is at our office, eating spaghetti, and waiting for you. But there's something you should know-"

>the officer tells you about the discovery they made, of Lucy tending to a baby

"A baby?"
"Yeah. The son of a sex worker. The pony found him abandoned and must have raised him."

>Huh. you didn't think any fluffy could do that

"I'm happy Lucy's safe, but, how is the baby?"
"The baby's fine, but he's been crying non-stop. He keeps reaching out for your fluffy for some reason."

>You think for a moment.

~

>its night
>you are finally reunited with daddeh and mummah
>everyone's happy
>but you are thinking

"Is Dewik otay, daddeh?"

>mummah has gone to the bathroom to shower
>daddeh sit down, and beckons you to sit by his side
>you cower a bit

"Pwease don't be angwy daddeh. Fwuffy w-"
"I know Lucy. Come here."

>You climb up
>there's a vestigal memory.
>You cannot remember, for it was many, many a forever ago
>even before you met the special friend
>but you always feared to make someone angry
>daddeh, however, strokes your mane, and gives you a huggie

"Daddeh?"

>Daddeh hugs you.

"You're a good mummah, Lucy. I don't know if many fluffs can do what you did."

>you smile
>but the thought is in your head
>something more important

"Is dewick otay, daddeh?"

>Daddeh looks you, puzzled

"Is that his name, Derek?"
"Weww, Fwuffy thought of daddeh babbeh, Ewick, and wanted to name hummie babeh after 'im. It a bit siwwy, but fwuffy was 'tinkin"

>huh
>fluffies really are more complex than you thought

"I tell you what Lucy. I'll call the hospital, and check if babbeh Derek is okay."
"Tanks daddeh. Fwuffy hope Dewick can fine nyu famiwy."

~

>A week later, daddeh and mummah has a surprise for you
>its Derek!
>you wittwe babbeh is now with a hummeh mummah and daddeh
>your hummeh mummah and daddeh!

"Oh, tank you, tank you daddeh!! Tank you mummah!!"

>you prance up and down

"No. Thank YOU, Lucy."

>Daddeh carries you, and places you in the cot
>Derek reaches out, and hugs you
>he's sleeping with his cute baby face

"Mummah wuv Derek babbeh"

>There's no greater joy in the world

~Epilogue~

>You are Robert
>its been a full year now
>little Derek has grown up quite well
>despite being weak when he was found, he has grown up reasonably well
>your wife has opted to take some maternity leave to look after baby Derek but, more often than not, Lucy has been watching her
>Lucy has helped Derek take his first steps on a stroller, and teaching him how to play blocks
>Lucy also keeps an eye on Derek, making sure he sleeps well
>only thing she can't do is tie a diaper for Derek, but thats your job (also mummahs)
>it feels like a fresh start

>you can feel it now.
>Derek is going to say his first word
>Your wife, Wendy, you and Lucy, are in the room

"Come on Derek!"
"Come on!"
"Come on babbeh Dewik! Dew it! Say mummah!"

>Derek struggles but manages to say

"Mah. mah."

>both Wendy and you clap your hands
>however, Derek crawls up to Lucy
>Lucy is a bit shocked. But Derek says it again.

"Mama."

>As Derek keeps hugging Lucy tighly, Lucy smiles
>a tear falls from her eye

"Babbeh."

>Wendy looks a bit confused. But you understand. and after a while, she understands too.

"Derek will grow out of it.

But this is all thanks to Lucy."

THE END (for now)