Trixie is beyond perturbed. That is a big word for a fluffy, but the mare insists that is exactly how she is feeling, as she stares up at Loretta expectantly, as if she is waiting to be asked why she is feeling this way.
“And what exactly do you think ‘perturbed’ means?” Loretta asks. Trixie cocks her head to the side as she looks at her Mummah as if she had just grown another head.
“It mean Twixie am biggest angy eva!” the cream and pink mare said, nodding sagely. A brow cocks at just how sure the fluffy was, but Loretta doesn’t bother correcting her. It would be easier to address the elephant in the room.
“Why are you the biggest angry ever?”
“Becuz Twixie was havin da bestest dweamies eva and den da bestest dweamies nu come wiff Twixie tu bwite time!”
Loretta hums out a quiet laugh. She understands that sentiment well. However, she hadn’t expected it to come from Trixie, who found the utmost delight in caring for any babies she was presented with. Every morning, the forever mother was a bundle of joy, working diligently to make sure that her charges had everything they could want, to the best of her abilities. The mare very rarely wanted for anything (outside of perhaps more babies), so hearing this gave Loretta a slight pause before she decided that it would be worthwhile to ask her fluffy just what exactly she was dreaming about.
“Tanku fow askin’ Mummah. Twixie was waunching an attack on Jittews.” she says, matter o’ factly. “Was jus’ about to kiww no-guud babbeh thief befowe Twixie wakies!”
Most mornings, Loretta would make herself a giant cup of tea. However, she was being run ragged between Bonnie’s new litter and emergency C-section, attempting to teach the shitstain known as Lady Bell some basic manners, and caring for her herd in general, so she fixed herself a cup of coffee instead. Said coffee was almost spat across the room when her tired brain fully registered just what Trixie had said to her. She swallowed it with a loud cough, which prompted Trixie to give her a look of concern.
“Mummah ‘Wetta okie?” she asks, carefully rotating one of Lady Bell’s foals off her teat, only to replace it with one that had yet to get its breakfast. “Dat am enuff fow’ now babbeh. Shawin’ is impowtant for aww babbehs to weawn.”
“Yea, I’m fine. My drink is just a little hotter than I expected. Please continue telling me about your dream.”
“Twixie can du dat. It was da dawkest time eva. All Mummah ‘Wetta an hew fwuffies was sweepies. Twixie babbehs wewe aww sweepies, su Twixie went tu da nummie woom tu get hew buttew knife, bu’ now thewe wewe two! Two buttew knife fow Twixie. Twixie was suuuu ‘cited!!!”
Loretta nods.
“Den, wen Twixie wooks down at weggies an’ tummeh, Twixie now hab on da stwingy fwy bewt - “
“The what?”
“Da stwingy fwy bewt! It awwows hoomin tu fwy thwough da aiw!”
Loretta looks at her fluffy blanky as she struggles to understand exactly what is being said to her. What the fuck was a stringy fly belt? As she stands there wracking through her brain for a semblance of understanding, Trixie seems to clue in that her human mummah has no idea what she is talking about. Her cheeks puff out in mild annoyance and she rotates another baby off her teat. When it peeps out it’s protests, she shushes it, repeating the phrase ‘shawin’ is impowtant fow aww babbehs tu weawn’, before returning her attention to Loretta.
“Yus. Fwom ‘Sin-gekee-nu kee-yo-geen!”
Trixie looks insanely pleased with her botched attempt at speaking Japanese, and Loretta suddenly realizes that her fluffy had been actively watching her shows, or at least, that specific show. She must have overheard her using the Japanese name instead of ‘Attack on Titan’, and put two and two together. For something so remarkably stupid, Trixie was sometimes far too smart for her own good, and this was one of those times when Loretta had severely underestimated what content the fluffy would consume. She had ignorantly assumed that it being in another language, coupled with the sheer violence that was almost always on screen would have been enough of a deterrent.
Apparently not.
“Trixie, you know that’s a mummah show, right?” Trixie nods. “Then why were you watching it?”
“Twixie wubs aww da pwetty colouws an’ how fast hoomins go in da aiw!” she explains patiently.
“Do you know what the plot of the show is?”
“Wha’ am plot, Mummah?”
“The story. What’s the story?”
Loretta is trying her best to not sound exasperated, but she was currently going through the cost of rearranging the rooms so that her fluffies wouldn’t be able to see what she was watching. The sound could be transmitted through earbuds, but that would make it hard to hear if said fluffies needed her attention, maybe she could find a decent pair of them that weren’t noise canceling - or she could buy an iPad.
This entire conversation was making her brain sputter and chug like a vehicle running out of fuel trying desperately to get up a hill.
“Da hoomins awe gibing da wowstest huwties an’ foweba sweepies tu da big munstahs!! Dey’ bweak in da hoomin nesties and num aww da babbehs! Su da hoomins fight big nummie munstahs wiff stwingy fwy bewt an’ supew wong buttew knife! Dey’ use big buttew knife tu kiww munstahs to sabe babbehs an’ make nestie safe again.”
Trixie explains this in such a way that reminds Loretta of how she talked to the rest of the herd sometimes, and the young woman once more feels that feeling of unease begin to pull at the corners of her consciousness. The only pro here was the fact that Trixie had no idea what was actually going on, and to keep herself entertained, she had created her own narrative about baby thieves.
Loretta decides to run with it.
“So back to your dream - “
“Wite’! Su’ Twixie has stwingy fwy bewt on, an weaves da housie up da fiweplace su nu wakies Mummah ‘Wetta and othew fwuffies. Twixie am suuuu sneaky! Den, wen Twixie am outsies Twixie fwy through da aiw, su su fast!”
“Twixie fwy pas’ da C - N Towa, da big wubbew ducky, da Gweat Waww o’ China, a weawwy big milkieshake, sum reawwy nummy wookin’ gwassies, an su su many pwetty fwowews dat Twixie wan’ stop an smell, bu’ only aftew Twixie hab pwetty pointy-wingy babbeh back from munstah babbeh thief Jittews!”
Loretta thinks she is going to have to call Jitters after this conversation.
“Aftew many fowebas, Twixie get tu munstah Jittews housie. Munstah Jittews am outsidies wiff Twixie pwetty pointy-wingy babbeh. Twixie awwive just in time!!! Pwecious babbeh am gon be nummies!!! Da stwingy fwy bewt gwabs onto da big, BIG - “
At this, Trixie switches out another baby, inhales, and continues her story. “Big munstah! Twixie fwy through da aiw as the munstah twies tu catch an’ kiww Twixie, but he am tu swow! Twixie am fast as wightning! Twixie am spinnies su su fastsies towawds munstah Jittews and just as Twixie is about tu make da babbeh thief forwva sweepies, Mummah Wetta’s bwite time noises wake Twixie up befowe she could save da babbeh!”
“Dat am why Twixie am pewtuwbed.”
“That’s a very interesting dream you just had. Thank you for sharing that with me, Trixie. I’m gonna go check on the other fluffies, you keep being a good mummah with Lady Bell’s babies.”
Loretta doesn’t fail to notice the mare’s eye twitch slightly when she says that the foals are Lady Bell’s. Very quietly, so quietly in fact, that Loretta isn’t one-hundred percent sure that’s what she heard, but she thinks Trixie said: “Dey’ am Twixie’s babbehs naow.”
With Trixie safely out of sight, and earshot, Loretta picks up her phone and dials Jitters. It rings twice before he picks up, and he sounds like he’s been up all evening.
“Rough night?” she asks.
“Yeah, the little guy wouldn’t stop freaking out, and I’ve been up most of the night trying to comfort him. Did you fare any better?”
“I managed to get some sleep, but listen, I’m calling to tell you that maybe you shouldn’t come to my place for a while. Trixie had a dream about killing you, and after how she acted the last time you were around, I’m not entirely sure what she’s going to do the next time she sees you.”
“Oh, yeah sure, no problem - hey, wait, wh - what? What?”
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Too much weed and lack of sleep struck again and now we have Attack on Jitters. We have no explaination for this. Enjoy.
All art and a single Jitters is done and owned by the talented @FluffyChimera
There is a mad mare trying to kill you 
that would really up Jitter’s anxiety.
wow it reached into this level already.