Abandoned Angel
Part 38: Should Have Seen That Coming
Brave and Robin ran about the safe room, the chiming ball, or as they called it ‘chiwpy baww’ being their favorite toy, second to only the bubblewrap. Again Angel had woken up with her back side sticky and her special place feeling funny. And again she tried to clean herself but only ended up rolling off the bed right onto her nose.
Robert brought in the usual breakfast for his now smaller family. Angel, her nose owies now forgotten, ran up to Robert. “Daddeh! Daddeh!” Brave and Robin started eating, the ball forgotten. Angel ignored the food and patted her hoves against his leg.
“What’s up, Angel?” He picked her up, her wings fluttering against her back.
“Daddeh, tummeh feew funneh.”
A look of concern crossed his face, last thing he needed now was a sick fluffy. He cradled her on her back. “Funny how?”
Angel’s brow furrowed in concentration. Then her eyes went wide, concentration replaced by a look of pure joy. “Angel gun be mummah! Angel hab babbehs!”
Fuck. FUCK! He had completely forgotten about calling Erin’s sister. He had completely forgotten about getting Angel fixed, or even all three fixed. He didn’t tell them no mating. FUCK! “That’s great, just the… greatest. So who –“ He couldn’t even finish his question.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!” screamed out from the garage.
Robert nearly dropped Angel, he made sure to close the door behind him as he ran to the laundry for some towels. His now obviously mating fluffies forgotten to Rose’s scream. He burst into the garage, ready to be midwife to his psycho ex-girlfriend’s fluffy.
Flame had been calmly waiting at Rose’s back side, this wasn’t his first rodeo. Rose and Runt still eyed him suspiciously after Robert cleaned and brushed him. He smelled and looked like a proper fluffy. Until Robert barged into the garage, literally scaring the shit out of Flame, leaving a trail of shit from the bed to the large garage door.
Robert winced, and thought miserably about having to wash those blankets. Rose looked ecstatic, “Daddeh, babbehs! Biggest poopies!” Robert could only guess at how many litters she had produced. He kneeled down next to the bed, avoiding the streak of shit, the smell however was unavoidable. Rose grunted and squeezed.
Runt remained at Rose’s side, oblivious to her giving birth. “Daddeh, gib Wunt owies nao? Wunt gud fwuffy, wan owies!” He begged and pleaded again.
“No, for the last time, no! I won’t give you owies!” For the love of… She really screwed him up, Robert thought. Again he focused his attention to Rose. “C’mon, Rose. Let’s get those babies out.” He knelt there, staring at her rear, feeling suddenly useless. What did he know about a fluffy giving birth? “Flame? Are these your babies?”
Flame trembled and nodded, his once clean fluffy tail once again covered in shit.
“Do you know what to do when she gives birth?” It was a long shot, but Flame had been around fluffy babies the most.
Flame nodded again, still remaining silent. Still trembling against the garage door, trembling enough that the door started to rattle a bit.
“I’m not going to hurt you or Rose. Do you want to see your babies?” Robert spoke as calmly as he could, despite the grunting and straining of Rose. Maybe it was the tone, maybe it was the desire to see his newest babies, Robert didn’t know. But Flame stopped trembling and returned to the bed, plopping down next to Robert.
“Wose gud mummah. Wose gun hab best babbehs.” Those were the only words Flame spoke for the next hour, until the first foal made its way out. It was disgusting. It was covered in blood and, Robert could only assume, some form of amniotic fluid. Robert, still a bachelor, had never witnessed a live birth of anything and the sight and smell was rather unpleasant.
Unable to turn away, he watched Flame pick up the first baby and clean it gently with his tongue. The new born foal chirped and peeped loudly as flame very carefully and gently carried the babby to Rose. “Dis gud babbeh. Gud mummah. Wose gud mummah.”
Rose squealed in delight at her baby and gave it a quick lick. Flame turned to Robert and held the oh so tiny foal out in his hooves, offering it to Robert. “Dis gud babbeh.” Robert held out his hands, cupped together, as Flame lowered the foal into his hands. It was so small! The fluff, very thin and short, was a bright yellow color. It peeped and rolled about in his hand as Flame rolled Rose onto her side. The foal had struggled upright and wrapped its legs around Robert’s ring finger and began suckling.
Flame took the foal from Robert’s hand and placed it onto Rose’s teat. Quickly it buried its head into her fluff and nosed around for her nipple. Finally finding the mark it began to nurse. Rose grunted loudly and another foal escaped her womb, its father quickly snatching it up and the process began again. Flame cleaned the faintly black colored foal, declared it a good baby, presented the foal to Rose, presented the foal to Robert, where finally it was placed onto Rose’s teat.
The third foal changed things. It silently entered the world. Flame picked up the stillborn foal and his ears drooped. The thought of a runt or a stillborn didn’t even cross Robert’s mind. He wasn’t prepared for a fluffy birth, let alone three more fluffies in his house. Flame carried the dead baby to Rose, “Wose, dis nummies.” Rose opened her mouth and Flame shoved the dead foal into her mouth.
Robert tasted bile and looked away at one of the most awful things he had ever seen or heard. Flame put a hoof on Robert’s knee. “Babbeh hab foweva sweepies. Nu gud babbeh.” It was a matter of fact. No other explanation was offered as to why Rose ate her dead foal.
Flame took position again, ready for the next baby. Moments later, what must have been the last baby, as what quickly followed was a large mass of gross. Robert was no doctor, he was no vet, and suddenly the respect he had for those people grew. This foal, it seemed different.
The last foal’s peeps and chirps were quieter, more strained. While all three looked small, this one looked smaller, if that was even possible. Flame cleaned the struggling foal with a grimace. “Dis nu guh….” He stopped and looked at Robert. Shit and piss dripped down his legs. “Dis… Dis babbeh…” He looked between the foal and Robert and back again. Weakly, “Dis babbeh gud babbeh.”