I’ve been lurking around the fluffy communities ever since Fluffybooru, but this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything. Started it in 2022, took a looong break, then finished it just recently. Lots of abuse and fluffy sadness ahead!
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With a great, big gasp, a rush of air fills your tiny lungs for the very first time in your life. So many new sensations, so scary! You can’t help it, you start to cry out, a series of loud and distressed peeps and chirps calling for the soft, loving voices you remember hearing not long ago.
“Spechuw fwiend! Babbeh hewe! Am babbeh! Cwiff daddeh naow, bigges’ heawt-happies! Wook, wook!”
Suddenly, you feel yourself being gently picked up, but instead of scary-feelies, you feel calmer, somehow. Your daddeh is here, but…where’s your mummah?
“Hnn…gib babbeh tu mummah…mummah wan see…hnnn, MOAW BABBEHS! Huu huuuuu, nu huwt mummah, babbehs…mummah gud fwuffy…”
Mummah! Your mummah is there, she’s so close to you! You peep a bit at the scarey loud noises, but you also squirm in excitement. Your stubby little legs wiggle around, wanting to give huggies and love to your mummah and daddeh. Before you can, though, you feel yourself being set down again, making you cry. You want your mummah now!
“Moaw babbehs? Cwiff hewp spechuw fwiend! Be bestes’ daddeh ebah!”
The sounds of grunting and huu-huuing fill the air around you, making you even more scardies. Where did daddeh go? Why does mummah have owwies? You want to hug her and make her all better, but all you can do is squirm around in distress, all wet and cold, covered in weird icky-waters. Then, suddenly, you hear something else amongst the cacophony surrounding you…chirping?
“Spechuw fwiend! Ou hab ‘nudda babbeh! Cwiff suuuu happies!”
“Mummah hab moaw tummeh babbehs haff …can feew dem…hnnn! Hewp mummah, spechuw fwiend! Huuhuuu!”
The new chirping gets closer and closer to you as your daddeh lays the source down right next to you, before he runs off back to mummah.
“Nu wowwy, spechuw fwiend! Cwiff hewp git udda babbehs!”
Your tiny nosie gives a couple of sniffs, and you know…you know right away that this is your brother! You have a brother! You wiggle and squirm around even more now, but you’re not so scared anymore! You let out some chirps of your own, to let your brother know that you’re here, and that you love him so much! His own peeps calm down when he hears you, and you feel a nice, fuzzy feeling in your tiny chest, so happy to have your family all around you.
For a little while longer, the same process repeats itself. Soon enough, you don’t just have one brother laying next to you, in fact, you have wayyyy more than one! Your infant brain could never grasp the concept, but you lay there along with four other siblings, three colts and one other filly, with you yourself being a filly as well. However, even though the scary noises from Mummah are gone now, something else is bothering all of you. You’re so wet, cold, and your tummy hurts! You can’t help but peep out in discomfort, and your newborn siblings all join the chorus.
“Babbehs…babbehs su pwetties, spechuw fwiend…Cwiff wuv!”
You hear your mummah sigh softly.
huff “Babbehs hewe naow… huff spechuw fwiend gib babbehs tu mummah fo’ wickie-cweanies an’ miwkies…”
“Otay spechuw fwiend!”
Milkies! You don’t know why, but that word sends a surge of excitement through you, and a grumble through your tummy. You’ve heard that word before, sung to you by your mummah at some point in the past. You squirm around and wiggle your little hoofsies, trying to get mummah or daddeh’s attention, but he picks up the baby next to you. You chirp out loudly in response, as do your other siblings. No fair! You’re cold and wet and hungry too!
“Hewe, spechuw fwiend! Dis babbeh suuuu pwetty, Cwiff wuvs!”
Then, all of a sudden, all of your chirps of unhappiness are silenced for a second by a loud scream of terror from your mummah!
“EEEEEEEE! M-M-MUNSTAH! MUNSTAH BABBEH! GU ‘WAY, GU ‘WAY, NU HUWT GUD MUMMAHHH! SPECHUW FWIEEEEND!”
A monster? The loud noises are so scary, you can’t help but feel your lower body clench up, something gross and yucky smelling spewing out of you! You don’t like this, and judging by the sounds and smells coming from your siblings, they’re feeling the same way!
“M-munstah? Whewe?! Huuhuu, Cwiff nu see, bu’ su scardies! Huuhuuuu!”
You can hear your mummah shifting around, trying to crawl away from the monster. All you and your siblings can do is chirp in absolute terror. You feel a couple of splashes come from some of your siblings next to you, the same warm and yucky smelling stuff that came out of you just a moment ago hitting your body, coating you all over, but it’s better than being cold and icky like before.
“DUMMEH CWIFF! Munstah babbeh wite dewe! Gun’ num mummah an’ udda babbehs! NU WET MUNSTAH NUM MUMMAH AN’ UDDA BABBEHS! NU WAN, NU WAN! HUUHUUHUUU!”
You can hear distressed chirping from over by your mummah. Is…is that the monster? It sounds like your brother, but you don’t know for sure. It’s all just so scary! You don’t want to be nummed!
“Huuhuu, buh…buh babbeh nu wook wike munstah, wook wike pointy-wingie babbeh…Cwiff nu knu…”
“SABE MUMMAH AN’ BABBEHS, SPECHUW FWIEND!”
“Huuhuu! Su sowwy, munstah babbeh!”
Then, you all hear a single loud, shrill peep, a sickening crunch, and then…nothing. At least until the smell of the monster hits your nose…it doesn’t smell like a monster, it smells like your brother just took forever sleepies! And with that realization, you and your siblings burst out into your loudest, scardiest chirps yet.
“Spechuw fwiend Cwiff! Babbehs su scawdies fwom munstah! Gib mummah babbehs fo’ wickie-cweanies an’ miwkies naow! Nu be scawdies, babbehs, mummah hewe!”
“Huuhuu…Cwiff hab bigges’ heawt-huwties naow…Cwiff wike pointy-wingie babbeh…otay, udda babbehs, Cwiff bwing tu mummah…”
One by one, your terrified siblings are brought over to your mummah. Though you can’t see it, each one of them gets the icky cold wet stuff on them licked off by her, and all their scared chirps slowly taper off as she hugs them tight, and starts to sing to you all to calm you down.
“Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah, babbehs dwink miwkies, gwow up big an’ stwong~”
Soon, another smell overpowers the smell of forever sleepies, a smell that sends the biggest grumble ever through your tummy. That must be milkies! You can’t wait! Why did your brothers and sisters get to go before you? No fair! You chirp out in distress once again, but it doesn’t last long, as your daddeh finally picks you up and brings you over to mummah. You’ve all but forgotten about the ordeal with the monster baby that had just happened moments ago.
“Huuu, hewe spechuw fwiend gu, wastest babbeh…Cwiff miss munstah babbeh, huu…”
Ignoring your daddeh, your mummah’s hoofsies pick you up, and you can feel her warm breath tickling your tiny body. You nuzzle blindly against her hoofsie, and latch your mouth around it, seeing if this is where the milkies come from…
“Eeehck! Babbeh am poopie babbeh! Nu smeww pwetty! Gu ‘way!”
…when suddenly, you feel yourself being tossed aside, flying through the air for what feels like an eternity, your tiny brain unable to process what’s happening, before you land harshly on the ground, pain exploding through your body as you hear a loud pop from one of your poor leggies!
“CHIIIIRP! Peep! Peeeeeep!”
“Nuuuuu! Spechuw fwiend! W-wai be meanies tu wittew babbeh!? Huu huu!”
“Peeeeep! Peep!”
“Babbeh dummeh poopie babbeh. Nu smeww pwetty. Nu wuv. Nu gib miwkies tu bad-poopie-nu-smeww-pwetty babbeh.”
You have no idea what happened, but suddenly, you have the biggest heart-hurties, and the biggest owwies! You cry out so loudly, needing your mummah and daddeh to come save you! You roll over onto your back and try to wiggle your leggies for a hug…
“CHIIIIIRP!”
…but one of your leggies hurts so bad! You can barely even move it! You writhe in pain on the cold ground, barely even registering the commotion coming from nearby as your daddeh runs over to you.
“Babbeh! Nu cwy! Daddeh Cwiff gib wickie-cweanies su nu poopie nu mowe!”
However, before your daddeh can, you hear your mummah shout, making you squirt out a bit of scaredy-poopies again as your other siblings begin to chirp and cry in your mummah’s embrace.
“NU! Cwiff dummeh! Poopie babbeh bad babbeh! Twy tu steaw miwkies fwom gud babbehs! Make udda babbehs hab wowstest scawdies! Nu wan poopie babbeh! Gib fowebah sweepies, spechuw fwiend!”
“NUUUU! CWIFF NU WAN GIB ‘NUDDA BABBEH FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! TU MANY HEAWT-HUWTIES!”
“Peeeep! Chirp!”
Your leggie hurts so much. You don’t know what’s going on. You cry and cry for mummah or daddeh to save you, but nothing is happening, all you can do is roll around on the cold ground, shivering from the pain.
“Hmmph! Mummah nu cawe. Cwiff nu gib dummeh fowebah sweepies. Buh nu gib poopie babbeh wuv ow miwkies. Poopie babbehs num poopies. Poopie babbeh gu in poopie piwe.”
“Bu…bu’ babbeh AM fo’ wuv an’ miwkies…aww babbehs pwetty…”
“NU! Nee’ pwotect udda babbehs! Take babbeh ‘way fwom udda babbehs, ow mummah nu wuv Cwiff nu mowe!”
Through your pain, you hear your daddeh break down crying. Then, you feel yourself being picked up. You desperately wiggle around, trying to hug something, anything! Huggies fix everything, why won’t anyone hug you? Nobody even seems to be listening to your chirps, so you chirp louder and louder. Then, suddenly, the air around you becomes cooler, and the sounds of mummah and your siblings grow further away. This makes you even more scared, so you peep even louder! They have to hear you and come help eventually!
You feel yourself being lowered down gently, feeling a new sensation beneath your leggies. You chirp in pain as your hurt leggie touches the ground, but otherwise…it feels kind of nice. Warm, soft, and squishy. You begin to nestle up in it.
And then the smell hits you. The most not pretty of all not pretty smells. You don’t like this anymore.
“Chirp! Chirp! Chiiiiiirp!”
You feel a gentle pat on your head, which calms you down a little, before you hear your daddeh’s soft crying.
“Huu…su sowwy, babbeh…nu wan wose spechuw fwiend an’ udda pwetty babbehs…mebbe if babbeh am gud babbeh, mummah wiww wuv…huuhuuu, daddeh Cwiff wuv poopie babbeh…”
The brief calm is dispelled as soon as your daddeh stops patting you, and begins to walk away. Suddenly, everything is horrible again. Your leggie hurts so bad, and you still can’t move it without crying out from the pain. Your tummy still has the worstest hurties, because your mummah forgot to give you milkies! The worst smell ever is everywhere around you, and all you can do is roll around and squirm, mushing yourself further into the warm, no-smell-good stuff! There was no getting away from it! Though you didn’t have the words for it, the same feeling that had entered your mind a couple times already in the few short minutes since you were born, entered your mind once again.
No fair.
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You don’t know how many forevers have passed. How could you? You’re just a newborn foal, with time passing in a haze of great pain, and horrible smells. You cried out as loudly as you could for one forever, wanting someone to come help you. Eventually, you grew too tired to cry, so you ended up letting out constant chirps and peeps for another forever, rolling around in your yucky nestie. And even now, your throat hurts too much to continue calling out to your mummah or daddeh, so all you do is lay there, trying to make whatever noise you can, raspy little squeaks creeping out of you.
The only thing that calms you down even a little at this point, is the sound of mummah in the distance, singing her mummah songs. It gives you a little bit of heart happies to know that your mummah cares about you enough to sing to you in your distress…but why doesn’t she help you, or better yet, give you milkies? That would make you even happier.
Another forever passes, and mummah’s songs quiet down, before stopping completely. You’re all alone, wherever you are, and you have the biggest scaredies you’ve had yet, but you’re just too tired to try calling for help anymore. At this point, you barely even notice the bad smells or the pain in your leggie, because by now, you have much, much greater hurties in your tummy. Every moment that passes, a horrible pang of owwies shoots through your belly, but you don’t even know what to do about it! Your mummah forgot to give you milkies, and you’re too tired to remind her! All you can do is lie here and cry silently, slowly waiting for the deepest sleepies to take the pain away.
Until a familiar voice causes you to stir.
“Huuuu…spechuw fwiend nu wan Cwiff tu wuv babbeh…bu’…bu’…huuhuu, nu wan ‘nudda babbeh tu gu fowebah sweepies…tu many heawt-huwties fo’ Cwiff…nu wan…”
Your daddeh came back! You flop on your back and wiggle your leggies around for hug, letting out a sharp peep as soon as you’re reminded of the owwies in your one leggie.
“Cwiff…Cwiff gun’ gib poopie babbeh miwkies, nu cawe wha spechuw fwiend finks! Hewe, babbeh, come wif daddeh…”
You feel yourself being lifted up, carried once again by your daddeh. He came to save you from your gross nestie and bring you back to mummah, and then she can give you milkies for your tummy hurties! You’re so happy, you somehow find the strength to let out some happy chirps, just to let him know how thankful you are! But then, you feel yourself being set down again…what’s going on?
“Shhh! Chiwpy babbeh nu be chiwpy! Spechuw fwiend gib babbeh owwies if heaw babbeh! Nu chiwpy, pwease…”
Of course you, being a newborn, have no idea what your daddeh wants, and are very upset at being placed back down onto the chilly ground. You chirp and peep some more, but daddeh doesn’t seem to understand you, because he brings you right back to your no pretty smelling nestie! This isn’t what you wanted at all!
“Poopie babbeh tu woud! Nu wakies mummah! Huu, wha Cwiff du…Cwiff…Cwiff twy summin’ ewse. Stay hewe, babbeh!”
The despair that you felt earlier begins to seep back into your tiny, frail body as you listen to your daddeh leave you behind again. Why does no one ever listen to your cries? Though, maybe daddeh does listen after all, because he comes back sooner than last time. You feel a hoofsie gently touch your chirpy-place, and you instinctively open up to try and suckle out the milkies that you so desperately need. You’re so hungry!
pwahhh “Dwink upsies, babbeh!”
This time, as you open up your mouthie, you actually do get milkies! Not that you get long to savor it, though, as a veritable torrent of the stuff floods your tiny mouthie all at once, choking you!
“Chhiiirggkkk!”
“Wha? Babbeh…babbeh nu wike miwkies? Huu, wha Cwiff du wong?”
You thrash around, unable to breath! Milkies run out of your nose, making it burn so bad! You can’t even chirp for your daddeh! Your daddeh pokes you with a hoofsie, making you roll over onto your side. As you do, your tummy heaves, and you make sickie-waters allllll over your nestie.
kaff kaff “Peep!” kaff “Peeeeeep!”
“Nuuu, babbeh! Nu make sickie-wawas! Miwkies gud fow babbehs, nu bad! Huuhuu, Cwiff…Cwiff twy agin! Nu wan nudda babbeh gu fowebah sweepies!”
This time, hacking and coughing your tiny lungs out, you don’t even notice your daddeh leave. Eventually, you manage to throw up the rest of the milkies blocking your air, and you manage some laborious breathing, even with how bad your chest and throat burn. And yet, even after all of that, you can’t help but instinctively suckle on your daddeh’s hoofsie again once he’s back. Whether he knew to take less milk from mummah this time, or knew to spit it out slower into your mouthie, or just by pure, dumb luck, your daddeh manages to feed you your first milkies ever. And they are oh, so good. You chirp excitedly, wanting more.
“Poopie babbeh am gud babbeh. Daddeh Cwiff bwing babbeh miwkies ebewy dawk-timesie. Babbeh…babbeh gwow big an’ stwong. Cwiff wuv! Mummah wiww wuv poopie babbeh tuu, Cwiff jus’ knu!”
Then, your daddeh gives you your very first huggies ever. It’s almost as good as the milkies, it makes your heart so happies to finally feel the warm fluff of another wrapped around you. As soon as you start to nuzzle against him, though, your daddeh lets go, and begins to shuffle away from you once again. Wait! You didn’t get enough milkies! Why is he leaving you so soon? You still have such bad tummy hurties! You raspily call out for him, but your abused body can’t make much noise save for little squeaks. Soon enough, you’re all alone, with nothing but your pain to keep you company. You continue to cry out in vain for another few forevers, until, completely exhausted, the darkness of sleep finally takes you.
Your first day alive was not a very nice one.
