Daisy, a heavily pregnant microfluffy, lay on her side in the soft, clean bedding of her enclosure. Her swollen belly made it impossible for her to move, and she panted heavily as she awaited the arrival of her foals. She was carrying four foals, and the time had come for her to give birth. She whimpered and cried out, her eyes filled with fear and anxiety.
“Biggesh poopies!” she called out, her voice trembling. “Mummah, hewp!”
The breeder, who had been keeping a close eye on the expectant mother, rushed into the room at the sound of her cries. She gently stroked the fluffy’s fur with her finger and spoke in a soothing tone.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said. “You’re doing great. Just keep pushing.”
With a gush of fluid, the first foal emerged, and the mother let out a sigh of relief. The breeder quickly handed it to the mother, who began to lick it clean and nuzzle it with love.
The second foal was the largest of the litter, and the mother struggled to push it out. The breeder assisted her, gently pulling the foal free and cleaning it before handing it to its mother. The second-born was a healthy, chubby pegasus, with a coat of light blue and a mane and tail of dark blue. The mother cooed with joy as she snuggled it close. This foal was noticeably larger than its siblings.
The third foal came more easily, and the mother was able to clean it herself, nuzzling it with love as she did so.
Finally, with a wet plop, the youngest slid out and took a gasping breath. The breeder quickly cleaned its airways and checked it over. Despite its small size, it seemed healthy enough. The runt had a tiny horn sprouting from its head, and its coat was a striking shade of purple. It bore a strong resemblance to the handsome stallion who had sired this litter.
“Well, look at that,” the breeder said, holding up the tiny fluffy for the mother to see. “He may be small, but he’s going to be a real looker when he grows up.”
The mother chirped happily and nuzzled her newborn, licking it clean. “Mummah wuvs wastest babbeh, wook jus’ wike fwuffy’s speciaw fwend!”
The breeder helped her get comfortable and made sure all four foals were nursing properly. She knew she would have to keep a close eye on the runt to make sure it remained healthy, but with its striking colors she was sure it would be worth the extra effort.
The next week was a blur of feeding, cleaning, and sleeping for the small mother and her tinier newborn foals. The breeder made sure they had everything they needed, bringing them fresh food and water and changing their bedding regularly.
During the second week, the foals continued to grow and develop rapidly. The runt of the litter was the center of attention for both the mother fluffy and the breeder. She was given extra care and attention, and the mother fluffy was especially doting over the small foal.
The largest foal, a light blue pegasus named Bud, felt jealous as he watched how the runt was treated. He tried to mimic the runt’s behavior, hoping to receive the same attention and care. He would whimper and cry, pretending to be weaker and more helpless than he actually was. While his siblings began to talk and walk, he chose to chirp and crawl. He would lay on his side, cooing and gurgling, while his siblings walked (first clumsily, then confidently) around him. Daisy would often nudge Bud to encourage him to stand and walk, but Bud would just whine and snuggle closer to her.
As the third week of their lives progressed, Bud’s jealousy turned into resentment. He would glare at the runt with narrowed eyes, his tiny body tense with anger. He refused to play with the other foals, instead choosing to sulk in his mother’s fluff, nursing his grudge.
The breeder noticed Bud’s behavior and grew concerned. She knew that it was important for the foals to learn to walk and talk as soon as possible, but Bud seemed determined to stay a baby. She tried to encourage him, coaxing him to stand up and take a few steps, but Bud would only whine and crawl away.
Daisy, too, was worried about Bud. She could sense his frustration and tried to gently coax him, but Bud only pushed her away. He didn’t want to be pushed, he wanted to be babied.
One day, the breeder decided to take matters into her own hands. She picked Bud up gently but firmly and placed him on the ground. “Come on, Bud,” she said. “You can do it. I know you can.”
Bud whimpered and tried to crawl away, but the breeder held him in place. She guided his legs, helping him to stand up on his wobbly legs. Bud resisted at first, but eventually, he gave in and stood up.
The breeder praised him, but Bud only scowled. He didn’t want to walk, he wanted to be carried by his mummah.
The breeder continued to work with Bud, encouraging him to take a few steps. It was a slow and frustrating process, but eventually, Bud managed to take a few shaky steps.
Daisy watched with pride as her foal learned to walk and talk. The runt had been the last to learn, but even she managed to take a few steps and say a few words. Bud, however, still refused to talk, communicating only in whines and chirps.
The breeder grew concerned. She knew that it was important for Bud to learn to communicate properly, but he seemed determined to resist. She tried to coax him, offering him treats and praise, but Bud only turned away.
Luckily for Bud, a childish microfluff was just what Ms. Johnson was looking for.
Ivy had always been a happy and energetic fluffy. She was an earth fluffy with a dark green mane and tail that matched her light green coat. She loved playing and exploring with her friends, and was always the first to suggest a new adventure. But lately, Ivy had been feeling a different kind of excitement. She had watched as her friends had babies of their own, and she longed to experience the joy of motherhood for herself.
One day, Ivy gathered up the courage to approach her owner, Ms. Johnson, with a special request. “Pwease, Mummah,” she begged, looking up at Mrs. Johnson with hopeful eyes. "Ivy wan babbehs!”
Ms. Johnson smiled down at Ivy and gently stroked her soft fur. “Of course, sweetheart,” she said. “I think you would make a wonderful mother.”
Ivy was overjoyed at the news, and eagerly awaited the day when she would become a mother herself. When Ms. Johnson introduced her to a handsome stallion named Sparkle, Ivy felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She couldn’t wait to start a family with him.
As the days passed, Ivy’s belly grew round and full with new life. She received extra attention and care from Ms. Johnson and her friends, who all fussed over her and made sure she had everything she needed. Ivy had never felt so loved and cherished.
But as her due date approached, Ivy began to feel a sense of unease. On the day of her labor, Ivy’s fears were confirmed. She experienced intense pain and discomfort, and despite Mrs. Johnson’s best efforts, something went wrong. Ivy’s foals were born still and lifeless, and she was left with an overwhelming sense of grief and loss.
Ivy was devastated by the loss of her babies, and fell into a deep depression. She refused to eat or play, and spent most of her time lying in her nest, crying softly to herself. Mrs. Johnson tried to comfort her and provide her with extra care, but nothing seemed to help.
As the days turned into weeks, Ivy’s depression only deepened. She stopped grooming herself, and her once-shiny coat became dull and matted. She barely responded when her friends came to visit, and even the sight of Sparkle, who had been so excited to become a father, only brought her more pain.
Desperate to soothe her grief, Mrs. Johnson contacted a local breeder, hoping to find a solution to help Ivy through this difficult time.
Inspired by comments on this post: Micro In A Can (Artist: Titanfluff) by @eirinym and @Thk
