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Fluffy Springs Saga
Chapter 14

Monday, September 6

Sprucie stood up and walked out of the hidey hole to stretch. Her oldest foal was in the yard playing with the peach colt and steely blue filly that were her half siblings. Her heart was heavy thinking of the third baby from this last litter, her bestest green baby. Sprucie had gone looking for it a few nights before when she woke up for nummies and didn't find it in their fluff pile. She'd woken up all the fluffies to help look for her. The peach colt had found her outside in the yard. The little green filly was on top of part of a brick wall that had collapsed long ago that made a fun little obstacle course for the little babies.

Neither Sprucie nor the older white foal could see anything wrong with it. She appeared to have simply gone outside, played in the night, then tired herself out, laid down where she was, and die. She looked so peaceful, and so Sprucie was very devastated at losing another of her foals. She had held it and cried until the bright time ball had come up. Her white daughter had taken it from her hooves and together they buried it in a sunny corner.

But the two living littermates were vibrant and happy and it made Sprucie warm inside to see them play. Things were getting rough because she hadn't found any nummies. White kept bringing her silly grasses. What was she supposed to do with those? She needed to make milkies. Soon.

Sprucie knew of only one way that was fast and easy. Her white daughter was obviously very against Sprucie selling her body once again. It wasn't that bad. Usually.

TIME FOW GET NUMMIES, BABBEHS, she said, waddling over to the fluffy children. Her white fluffy wouldn't look her in the eyes. It hurt, but she felt she had no choice. Her babies needed the best milkies and for that she needed the best nummies. She picked up the two little babies, nestling them into her fluff. She headed into the direction of an alley that held both the promise of bestest nummies and of terrible memories.

She didn't think her oldest would come. The white fluffy knew the city streets so would be fine by herself. Sprucie was surprised to notice that she was being followed at the usual distance. She just accepted it. Fluffies were set in their ways with no reason to fight against it.

Soon she came to the building with the happy bright time ball painting on the building. Her daughter caught up. The two biotoys looked up the alley way.

SPWUCIE, NO GO AN' HAB SPESHUH HUGGIES. NOT GOOD FOW BABBEHS.

Sprucie glared. AM BESTEST MUMMAH. AN' BESTEST MUMMAH NEED BESTEST NUMMIES.

A white head shook back and forth vigorously. TWASHY NUMMIES NO AM BESTEST NUMMIES. NO AM GOOD NUMMIES.

Sprucie put her muzzle up in the air and harrumphed at the chastisement. FWUFFY AM JUST DUMMEH NO-PWETTY BABBEH. SPWUCIE GET NUMMIES NAO. She started walking up the alley looking for a stallion in need.

White stood watching, then ran forward to duck under the same metal box she had hid under so many bright times ago. It was safe. It scared her to watch her mother risking herself again. A little mad, too. She had taken care of her mother. Taken care of the babies. Her mother just didn't seem to care that much about anything, or any fluffy, other than what she wanted.

She saw her mother stop as a familiar red fluffy stepped out.

Apple.

White nearly wet herself, but concentrated and didn't. Any smell might give her away. The fact that she, feral fluffy, smelled anyway never crossed her mind. A couple of toughies followed the menace, lounging in the dirt.

HEWWO, APPEW. SPWUCIE AM PWETTY MAWE. HAB NUMMIES? SPWUCIE GIB SPESHUH HUGGIES FOW NUMMIES.

Apple walked around the willing mare, remembering the fun he had last time.

OKAY, APPEW GIB NUMMIES. He pushed an apple core and two pizza crusts towards her. Sprucie gobbled up the two pizza crusts while ignoring the core, then presented her backside to the paying client. Apple mounted up and started riding hard like an old time cavalry soldier. The fluffy got into a rhythm and was really enjoying himself.

ENF ENF ENF!

ENF ENF ENF!

His pushing was shaking Sprucie hard and it was taking a lot of work just to stay upright. Apple was always one of her more enthusiastic customers. A sudden thrust had her stepping forward and Apple followed. She tried bracing for the next slam into her yet it only made her take another step. Apple was really getting into it now.

ENF ENF ENF!

ENF ENF ENF!

Another violent forward motion tossed the little blue filly from her mother's back onto the ground.

HEWP, MUMMAH! BABBEH HAB HUW...

The forward step of Apple crushed the little filly's head. Sprucie recognized the sound all too well.

NO! WITTEW BABBEH! She tried to get out from underneath, but Apple was lost to the moment and kept her locked in tight. It was all she could do to turn her head to gaze down at the smear of a baby on the ground, Apple's hoof slipping in the soft innards making a bigger mess. The little foal's head was upside down, making little gasping motions, when the light left her eyes.

HUU HUU HUU! BABBEH TAKE FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! AM WOSTEST MUMMAH!

White nearly cried out from her hidey place but the memories of her previous visit kept her motionless. Her little sister was gone!

Her mother continued to cry, falling into a familiar routine as she normally did.

WAN FWY, KEWWIE! HUU HUU HUU! WITTEW BABBEH! WAN FWY, KEWWIE!

Apple was barely paying any attention. ENF ENF ENF! APPEW FWY TOO, KEWWIE! PWETTY MAWE FWY! ENF ENF ENF!

Tears were falling down Sprucie's face. HUU HUU HUU! SOWWY WITTEW BABBEH! MUMMAH AM SOWWY! WAN FWY, KEWWIE! WAN FWY TO FWUFFY SPWINGS! WAN SEE FWUFFY SPWINGS!

Apple was midstride. YEAH, FWUFFY SPWINGS! FWUFFY GO FWUFF... and he stopped in the middle of the stroke. He dismounted and as hard as he could kicked Sprucie in her backside, spilling Sprucie on her side. The little peach foal rolled off wailing.

SCREEEEE! BABBEH HAB HUWTIES! WHY MUMMAH GIB BABBEH DWOPSIES!?

Apple paid the flailing foal no heed. His anger was at the green pegasus mare in front of him. His eyes smoldered.

DUMMEH FWUFFY! FWUFFY SPWINGS AM DUMMEH! APPEW AM SO HAPPY APPEW WEFT DAT DUMMEH HEWD PWACE! He kicked her hard again, making her spin around on her side with all her legs pointed at him. He stomped on a leg and Sprucie screamed. Spittle started spraying from his mouth.

FWUFFY SPWINGS NO HAB SKETTIES! A kick to her face.

FWUFFY SPWINGS HAB WOTS OF POOPIE FWUFFIES! A blow to her back, eliciting a whine from the downed mare.

FWUFFY SPWINGS NO HAB ENFIE BABBEHS! A stomp to her tail and an audible snap as things broke along it.

The pain clouded Sprucie's judgement. She forgot who she was talking to.

DUMMEH APPEW! IF WED FWUFFY AM FWOM FWUFFY SPWINGS, DEN NAME AM WOTTEN WOWMY APPEW! At her joke, she laughed, lifted her head and addressed him directly in the eyes. AN APPEW NO-NO STICK WIKE WITTEW WOWMY TOO! WITTEW WITTEW WITTEW! She chortled, dropping her head back to the ground blowing little puffs of dust in front of her.

Apple went mad. Well, more mad. Grabbing the available wing, he snagged it between his teeth and pulled it free, throwing it so hard it hit the wall with a resounding whap. With a speed unheard of in sane fluffies, he hoofed her face and teeth came scattering out. Repeated slams against her side broke a rib. Then two. Then a lot more.

Sprucie's breathing became raspy and labored. Apple stood over the broken green biotoy, foam and saliva dripping from his mouth.

AWW DE FWUFFIES AT FWUFFY SPWINGS AM DUMMEHS! A thought crossed his mind. He grinned, and looked down again, dripping maniac juice all over Sprucie's face. APPEW KNOW. APPEW GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. APPEW GIB AWW DUMMEH FWUFFIES FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! GIB BWIGHT SWEEPIES. GIB MAWES SWEEPIES. GIB AWW DUMMEH POOPIE FWUFFIES SWEEPIES! GIB AWW BABBEHS ENFIES, DEN SWEEPIES! He was panting hard!

A toughie had come up to him. It cleared its throat and cautiously started.

APPEW? DAT AM ONE AN' WOTS AN' WOTS AN' WOTS WOTS. DATS ... the fluffy had to think ... MANY WOTS.

Apple looked at his toughie. Apple blinked. Then blinked twice more. His shoulders sagged a little.

FWUFFY WIGHT. AM WOTS AN' WOTS. APPEW NEED WOTS OF NUMMIES. AN' WOTS OF TOUGHIES. APPEW NEED WOTS. His little red mind started to calm down from the euphoria of smashing Sprucie to the cold calculation of what he needed to happen next.

NEED WOTS OF FWUFFIES AN' NUMMIES. Lost in thought, he stood there, looking at nothing. NEED BIG HEWD AN' WOTS OF NUMMIE FWUFFIES.

HUU HUU HUU! Sprucie had taken the worst time to cry out. Apple's concentration left the extermination of the Fluffy Springs herd and returned to her. His hoof pushed on her belly.

NO! Sprucie cried. NO HUWT TUMMIE BABBEHS!

White's ears shot up! When did she have special huggies again? She didn't notice her mother leaving for long enough. She pinned her ears back. Apple was giggling.

DUMMEH MAWE HAB MOWE BABBEHS? He looked down at her belly, placing a second hoof next to the first. Then a little jump and ploof! A little pink blob of halfway made fluffy foal squirted out.

OH WOOK! APPEW SEE BABBEH! COME OUT, COME OUT, WITTEW BABBEH! HAB MIWKIES!

He stomped on her crotch tits, spraying a mixture of milk and blood into the dust.

Apple got close in to Sprucie. DUMMEH MAWE KNOW HOW DO NUMBEWS? APPEW HEWP. FWUFFY AM AT ONE WITTEW BABBEH.

He stomped with both hooves. Two more barely formed babies shot out, dangling their little cords behind them. A little squirm and they were still.

ONE AN' ONE AM TWO WITTEW BABBEH AN' TWO AN' ONE AM FWEE WITTEW BABBEH!

Another raring up and collision to Sprucie's midsection brought forth a, well, fourth forming foal.

FWEE AN' ONE AM FOUW WITTEW BABBEH!

Apple smashed into Sprucie again.

ONE AN' FOUW BABBEH AM FIVE WITTEW BABBEH, he exclaimed as yet another jetted from its mother prematurely.

He stomped a few more times, then kicked her very hard. Sprucie had been silent this entire time, but this time something inside broke. She screamed for a full minute.

Apple closed his eyes, listening to the wail as if it were fine music. Her scream died out with her lung-full of air. He looked down at her.

WHAT DO FWUFFY KNOW? AWW OUT OF BABBEHS.

He grinned, staring at Sprucie. The trails of five former fluffy foals lay still and unmoving from their landing spots.

DUMMEH MAWE NAO KNOW HOW COUNT TO FIVE. APPEW SAY SPWUCIE AM WELCOME.

He lay down and crawled toward her in short little shuffles. Pure excitement was written all across his face!

APPEW GIB SPWUCIE GIFT TOO! APPEW KNOW WHEWE MAWE HAB TUMMIE BABBEH PWACE. APPEW GIB BESTEST STOMPIES! He lifted his head and grinned.

SPWUCIE AM HAPPY? DUMMEH MAWE HAB NO MOWE BABBEHS EBAH! NAO SPWUCIE HAB WOTS OF ENFIES AN' NO BABBEHS NO MOWE!

He stood up and squatted over Sprucie's face, coating her face in shit.

SOWWY POOPIES AM GOOD FOW DUMMEH MAWE! he exclaimed.

HUU HUU HUU! WHY BAD FWUFFY GIB BESTEST MUMMAH HUWTIES!?

Apple looked down at the last foal. Two legs were twisted in strange directions.

POOW BABBEH! he mocked, and he picked it up in his teeth, trotting over to Sprucie and roughly spitting it down in front of her. Son and mother, facing each other. Sprucie looked into her baby's eyes, and hoped that her little peachy colt knew how sorry she was for what was bound to happen next.

CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP! the little colt screeched as it felt the weight of a hoof on its back legs and hind end, sending yet another leg out of socket. With a quick motion, Apple snatched the baby's head in his jaw, pulled it backwards and up, bringing several small strands out with the severed head. He watched Sprucie's eyes go wide, then stare far behind him. He spat the head onto Sprucie's muzzle and licked the blood off his lips. Then he leaned down close to her once more.

APPEW AM DO SAME FING TO EBEWY WITTEW BABBEH IN FWUFFY SPWINGS. APPEW NO WAN WAIT, BUT APPEW NEED BIG HEWD. AM VEWY HAPPIES TO SEE FWUFFY SPWINGS AGAIN.

He turned and left up the alley, fatefully away from white's hiding spot. Apple had bigger things on his mind now, but why should fate take that chance? Fate wasn't stupid and always has an agenda.

From underneath the metal box, white cried quietly to herself. She told her mother something bad was going to happen! Why didn't she listen!? Her little brother and sister, who not an hour ago were playing with her happily, were gone. She slowly waddled up to her mother and when she got close, that's when she heard the litany.

WAN FWY, KEWWIE. WAN FWY. WAN SEE FWUFFY SPWINGS, KEWWIE. WAN FWY.

White just let the tears pour out of her and hadn’t noticed another fluffy walking out from the alley's numerous hiding spots. He was carrying three nummies that she could see. He looked down at Sprucie, disappointment filling his eyes. He went over to the little white mare and sniffed her hindquarters.

PWETTY MAWE. BUT NO SMEWW WIGHT. HMMPH.

The dark blue stallion with a red mane walked away. White was both terrified, plus a little insulted, but she needed to tend to her mother now.

SPWUCIE, STAND UP. FWUFFIES GO HOME NOW.

Sprucie did stand, wheezing hard the entire time.

NO.

White looked at her mother. NO?

Sprucie nodded. NO. SPWUCIE NO HAB HOME NO MOWE. KEWWIE AM SPWUCIE MUMMAH. KEWWIE WUB FWUFFY SPWINGS. NO-PWETTY BABBEH NEED GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. APPEW AM COMING.

She looked at her mother. DEWE NO FWUFFY SPWINGS, MUMMAH. AM STOWY.

Sprucie's eyes took on a demonic life of their own which made her daughter cower as if she was tiny again next to an even smaller nummie pile. BABBEH HEAW APPEW?! she yelled, more powerfully than a fluffy should be able to. APPEW WAN KIWW AWW FWUFFY SPWINGS BABBEHS! AN' 'CAUSE SPWUCIE AM WOWSTEST BAD MUMMAH EBAH! DIS AWW SPWUCIE’S FAUWT!

Her voice returned to normal as she stared her only living foal in the eye. KEWWIE BABBEH. PWEASE. GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. NO GO HIDEY HOWE. NO GO NUMMIES PWACES. BABBEH. PWETTY KEWWIE BABBEH. BABBEH GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. Sprucie hung her head and started looking around her feet. Then she looked back at her daughter who still hadn't moved.

Sprucie charged and hit her daughter with a mighty head-butt! The white filly staggered back shocked. A nip on the nose, a sorry hoofsie to the muzzle, and white turned and ran. For a short ways. Then she looked back over her shoulder. Her mother's concentration was back on the ground.

WAN FWY, KEWWIE. WAN FWY FWUFFY SPWINGS. The green mare picked up a rock then swallowed it. She searched again and found another one of the right size. She ate that one too. Then she looked at her daughter, for what was to be one last time.

GO!

The little white filly, last of her litter, and only survivor of her mother's loins, ran out of the alley. She looked towards the setting sun.

And started walking.

She didn't look back.

Comments

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CwinicawDepwession: Sheeeit, I thought Sprucie was going to end up cunting around Fluffy Springs herself but this is so much better. Fuckin' rad story my dood, can't wait for more
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Fluffy_Angst: God damn
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Anonymous1: So, Siege on Fluffy Springs, when?

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PeanutButterJellenheimer: Kill this apple bastard! HE KIWW DEH HECKIN' BABBEHS!
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sweedev: I want to kill Apple slowly and very, very ,VERY painfully.
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shaithis1: Apple is a great villain. I liked Sprucie's (slight) redemption in the form of calling White "pwetty kewwie babbeh" and accepting the responsibility for causing Apple to want to wipe out Fluffy Springs was enjoyable too. Suicide by eating rocks is an interesting (and totally fluffy-appropriate) thing to do.