be a feral fluffy mumma
a pale green pegasus with a white and green tail and mane
you used to have a mate but he got the forever sleep from a metal monster
you have three foals. two colts and a filly.
it’s weaning time. one of the colts and the filly reluctantly stop nursing from your teats.
the third one, a red unicorn colt like its father, doesn’t want to stop
you’re not sure what to do.
after a few days of weaning the other two foals they start on grass and berries like their mumma
you’re very proud of them
but the third one, Apple, won’t stop nursing
“appah yu nu dwink miwlkies anymo. yu eat gwassies like bwotha an sista.”
“nuu! appah wan miwlk!”
he roughly grabs a hold of one of your soar teats and drinks hungrily from it.
you’re starting to get upset. good foals stop nursing when mumma tells them to.
“appah yu stop dwink miwlk. yu eat gwassies like fwuffy mumma.”
“nuu! wan miwlk!”
you sigh and let him finish nursing. for now.
the next day is cleanup day. you have a small burrow that your mate had dug under a sticky bush before he died
your mate was pretty smart except for when it came to metal monsters. he thought he could scare one off.
he was wrong.
but your sticky bush is good protection. other animals don’t go near it. and you’re careful when you climb under it not to get caught
plus it makes yummy berries.
you and the foals pick up pieces of trash, old food, and even some poopies and carry them out of the den
it doesn’t taste pretty but it needs to be done
Apple sits in the back of the den on a piece of moss.
“appah hewp cwean.”
“nuu. wan miwlk.”
“eat nummies watah. cwean naow.”
“NUU! wan miwlk!”
“CWEAN!”
“MIWLK!”
his siblings are now sitting there, watching you both yell at each other. their eyes start to fill with tears.
“nuu cwy! cwean!”
they continue cleaning out the den. you waddle over to Apple. he sits there, his bottom lip pursed out
“wan miwlk.”
you bop him on the nose with your foot. he gasps.
“wah! why mumma huwt babeh! giff owies ta Appah!”
“Appah nu babeh! Appah gwone-up!”
“wuh… wuh… wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
you don’t have time for this. you still need to look for nummies for later. you ignore his cries and finish cleaning the den
some time later, you and the three foals walk through the Big Green looking for nummies.
the two foals waddle next to you but Apple insists on riding on your back, nestled in your fluff
you don’t mind at night but you’re getting tired with him on top of you. he’s getting too big.
finally you spot some of the red fuzzy berries. you know you have to be careful with berries but these are safe
“Appah cwimb down. need cawwy bewwies.”
“nuu. wanna wide mumma.”
“Appah cwimb down! need cawwy bewwies!”
“NUU! APPAH WAN WIDE!”
you’re getting mad now. you purposely plop over on your side and he falls off, rolling in the grass
“wuh… wuh… wahhhhhhhhhh! bad mumma! bad mumma! wahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
you ignore his cries again. your other two foals gather the red berries and put them in the fluff on your back
Apple tries climbing back on but you swat him away
“nuu Appah! yu walk wike bwotha an sista!”
“bwotha an sistah dummy fwuffies!”
“nuu! bwotha an sista GOOD fwuffies!”
you smack him in the muzzle again. he starts crying.
“wahhhhhhhhhh! Appah nu gu wiff bad mumma and dummy fwuffies! Appah stay wight hewe!”
you keep walking. the other foals look over their shoulders at Apple but say nothing
you make it about fifty feet and Apple comes waddling after you
“yu bad mumma! yu weave Appah! wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
you all walk back to the den. then you spot something overhead.
it’s a feather monsta. you’ve seen them carry other fluffies away. you remember your own sister got taken by one.
“get unda bush. featha munsta!”
the two foals hide with you but Apple refuses.
“featha munsta is stupid! Appah no fwaid of munsta!”
he puffs up his cheeks and blows a raspberry at the feather monster. it swoops down.
you pull the other foals close to you under the bush, trying to avoid its reach
Apple stands his ground, blowing raspberries at the feather monster. oddly enough, it ignore him and tries grabbing at one of your other foals!
“nuuu! weave awone, munsta!”
you kick desperately at its sharp, biting beak
the feather monster turns, noticing movement. it hops away and grabs a tree fuzzy. you don’t mind the tree fuzzies that much. they make a lot of noise but don’t attack you
the feather monster tears apart the tree fuzzy. you quickly make your way back to the den while it’s occupied.
“Appah! you bad fwuffy! featha munsta twy to giff bad huwties to mumma an bwotha an sista!”
“dun cawe! Appah nu fwaid of featha munsta!”
you all get back to the den.
some time later the night comes. it’s been a long, tiring day. you and the foals shared the yummy red berries but Apple refused them
he curls up in a ball at the back of the den, sulking
it’s time to sleep now. you lay down in a fresh pile of moss and leaves. the other two foals nestle in your fluff. you coo to them.
in a few moments you’re asleep.
zzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzz
suck suck suck
zzzzzzzzbuh?
Apple is suckling on your teat again.
that’s it. you’ve had enough.
you stand up, your other foals plopping to the ground. they start crying
“NUU APPAH! YU NU HAFF MIWLK! NU MO!”
“Appah wan! Appah wan! Appah wan MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWLK!”
he throws himself on the ground, having a tantrum
“WAN MIWLK WAN MIWLK WAN MIWLK! YU BAD MUMMA! STUPID MUMMA!”
you silently waddle over to him and look at him
he stops sobbing and screaming for a moment, staring back
“giff miwlk nummies?”
you kick him in the head with both of your front hooves. he screams.
“EEEEEEEEEEE! BAD MUMMA HUWTY BABEH! WHY HUWTY BABEH! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
you have to finish this now. you hold him down with one hoof and keep kicking him in the head with the other
the entire time he screams and howls like nothing you’ve heard before
“WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BAD MUMMA HUWTY! ONLY WAN MIWLK! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
it takes a few strikes but its screaming finally turns to gurgles and whispers
Apple lays on the floor of the den, blood pouring from his nose, mouth and ears
“wuh… wuh… wuh…”
“yu bad fwuffy. yu twy get famwy huwty by featha munsta. yu act wike babeh but yu no babeh. yu selfish. yu bad fwuffy.”
barely conscious, it manages to stutter “suh… suh… sowwy mumma…”
you bring down your hoof one last time. his trembling body ceases its quivering as his last breathe leaves him.
you sadly drag him out of the den and away from the bush. something will take care of the body sooner or later.
you return to the den. your foals are still sniffling but you hold them close to you. they nuzzle into your fluff
“Appah was bad fwuffy. but yu good fwuffies.”
“wuv yu mumma!”
“wuv yu.”
you all get back to sleep. tomorrow will be a new day.
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Oh wow. Don’t mess with mommah
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Genuine competence in a mummah, amazing.
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shes a good mummah. and you know those other two arent gonna act up
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Fluffy version of pediatric psychiatry 
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Good. Fuck you Apple. At least he’s gone now.