The Glory Days of Babland

In the bebinning

They say there was never a cozier place than Babland, back when it still existed. People in the vicinity would bask in a gentle, inviting warmth, especially during the harsh winter months.

Occasionally, someone would succumb to the temptation of visiting Babland to experience that source of warmth for themselves. They would embark on long journeys, traversing plains and mountains, feeling the warmth intensify as they drew nearer, until an overwhelming drowsiness overcame them.

At this point, they would inevitably halt their journey to take a nap – a nap that could stretch on and on until they either abandoned their quest and returned home or, in some cases, never woke up at all.

Our knowledge of the glory days of Babland, before the Bab-Beb war, before the snuggle famine, before the ababhied, all comes from one person, who managed to make their way out.

A sliver of a dream faded out from Dror's head as she woke up from her afternoon nap.

Her third nap of the day, right after the post-breakfast and post-lunch naps, wasn't very cozy.

This was unusual for a Bab, who are known for their coziness generation, and even more unusual is that Dror has been feeling it for weeks.

She got up and picked her lingere for the day.
A nice matching set of a red lacy bra and panties.
She modeled it to herself in her mirror, admiring her latest purchase.
On top of them she put on her working uniform, and left her room.

Her home was small, as most home were in Babland, and Dror outfitted it to her maximum capabiliity.

She shimmied through the hallway into the living room.
In there waited for her a fancy tea, a bunch of cookies, and her pills, all sorted out by Deep, her Smol Companion.

"You are the smallest Comp in the world Deep, it's been proven". Deep hated being a second-class citizen, but he would never show it towards dror, so he just noded.

Walking outside, Dror noticed her something in her street.

Usually, the streets of Babland were not only lush with beauty and nature - flowers to pick up, cats to greet and chimkens, but also with a diverse population of Babs, Beebs, Drers, Drirs, and even a Beb if the day is right.

Today, it was eerily empty, no other soul except Dror. Even the nature seemed cold and distant.

Dror picked a flower, giving it to nobody in particular.

She went on her usual route to work, the bus that always arives on time and doesn't cause probelms and of course drives by itself, arrived on time without probelms. Except that nobody else was on.

On the way Dror looked towards the street - she saw the cuddle store, a book store, home store, another book store, bab supplies store, the role playing shop, and five more book stores. In all of them she couldn't make out anyone.

She finally got to her job, at the book store.

No customers came in during the entire shift, leaving Dror to read "The Beb, the Bab, and the Booby" all day.

She was just about to close up, when a figure entered the store.

This was odd - usually the citizens of Babland knew not to fuck with people when they just want to finish the day and get home.

Dror felt the person looked .. different. Maybe it was not seeing anyone else for a few hours, but they just seemed strange to her.
Their shape wasn't like anyone she knew, let alone a bab. 
They were big, ugly-looking, wearing clothes stained by food that barely fit them.

Still, Dror was a professional. 

"Hello, welcome to Babooks!" She said with a courtious smile.

"Please, you have to help me" Daffie cried back.