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Nummies for Enfies

you always where loved by your mumma, she's the bestest mumma in the whole herd. She always gave you love, attention and the mwikies you needed. But you knew she always loved your bwudda more, she always said he was “bestest pwitty babbeh” and gave him mwikies whenever he wanted.

But as the days went on and you became a talkie babbeh, the bright sun ball started to go away more and more early and less nummies and grassies grew as the days got colder. That means less mwikies for you and bwudda. One day you and bwudda woke up and cooed at mumma for your morning mwikies.

“coo, nee mwikies, tummeh owwies” you cheeped at your mummah as you made your way to her mwikie places.

“NU! mwikies fo bestest babbeh! No enuf for you!” your mumma snapped as she batted you away from her mwikie pwace with her big hoofsie. Your bwudda who was already much bigger than you puffed his cheeks and blew a raspberry at you.

“dummeh stupie babbeh no haf mwikies, all mwik for bestest babbeh so can grow strong and be smawty”

You huu huu'd as you retreated into the corner of the den, hugging your tummy so your tummeh hurties would go away, but it didn't help. Why didn't your mummah share the mwikies? Your bwuddah has much more than he needs. You slowly drifted off to sleep, hungry.

The next bright time you woke to your mummah eating a huge pile of berry nummies. “hewwo babbeh, mummah have got bestest nummies fo making mwikies!” your brother was already greedily drinking down. You then realised she was talking to you! You made your way to your mummah's mwikie place and greedily latched on and let the delicious ambrosia flow into you, nourishing you and making your tummy owies go away.

“babbah, mummah made bestest mwkies for babbeh, it's time fo babbeh to do somefink for mummah”

A few moments later, one of the herd's toughies made it's way into your den. Your mummah and bwudda left you alone with the big toughy.

“hewwo! Be nyu frwend? Pway?” you said happily looking at the stallion as he towered over you.

“fuffy wan pway game wif wittle babbeh”

“yay! Babbeh wuv pway game!”

with that, the stallion stepped over you, and mounted your back. You then feel something hard pressing against your poopie place. Wait, this isn't right. What's happening?

“babbeh is enfie babbeh, enfie babbehs give bestest enfies and gwud feews”

the stallion thrusted forward and you felt a searing pain as the stallion slid his pee pee place into your poopie place.

“SCCCREEEEEE! SCCCREEEEEE!”

the pain was unbearable. You thrashed and squirmed under the stallion trying to get free as the fluffy mercilessly thrusted his pee pee place into your poopie place. 

“why toughie give babbeh worstest poopie pwace owies! No wike this game! No wike! Babbeh wan mummah and wuv and hugs!”

“ENF ENF ENF”

the toughie ignored you and kept giving you worstest poopie place owwies.

“good fweels, enfie babbeh poopie pwace so tite, give pee pee pwace bestest fweels”

You felt the stallion tense up, your poopie place then felt sticky and warm. The stallion dismounted, and left you alone in the den.

“huu huu why babbeh get worstest owwies, babbehs is for wuv and hugs, not for enfie” you hugged your rear. Your poopie place was gaping and red, a little bit of blood tricked out mixed with cloudy babbeh juice. You licked your rump to clean yourself up somewhat. You then huu huu'd some more before drifting off to sleep.

You woke up a little while later to the sight of your mummah and bwuddah. Bwuddah was greedily drinking from your mummah's mwikie place, as before and your mummah was eating another pile of berry nummies.

“Hewwo babbeh! Babbeh come to mummah! Pwenty of mwikies fo babbeh! Mummah got bestets nummies!”

You made your way to mummah and started feeding from her mwikie place and stayed latched to her teat until you had your fill. 

“now babbeh, is time you do somefing for mumma's fwend” 

another toughie walked into the den followed by another one behind him, who dropped a pile of berry nummies for your mother who started to greedily eat them down. Your bwuddah puffed his cheeks and blew a raspberry at you. “dummeh babbeh now am enfie babbeh”

the stallion then mounted you and you felt the familiar sensation of a hard pee pee place pressing against your poopie place.

“NU! NU want! Mummah! Hwelp!” 

but your mummah was too busy eating the berrie nummies that had been given to her to notice what was happening to you.

“SCREEEEEEEEE!”

“dummeh enfie babbeh” your bwuddah said blowing another raspberry at you.

Fluffy abuse is possibly one of the most autistic trends ever created

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