“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, but now you know. I’ve currently got his mom on a milk pump, so I can deliver some of it to you the moment I get a chance. It’ll be better for him than the formula, and if he keeps puking, we’ll be able to diagnose him further for any digestive sensitivities. Hopefully it’ll have been just a one-off incident due to overfeeding.”
Loretta has been chatting with Jitters about the alicorn foal while taking a moment to eat a bagel. Can’t manage a fluffy breeding business if you don’t take care of yourself. Jitters deserved being picked on for his idiocy, but she wouldn’t hold it too hard against him. He honestly didn’t know any better, as frustrating as it was.
“Okay… Maybe you should just take him back? I-If Trixie’s not still… You know?”
That was probably the smartest thing he’s said so far and Loretta’s mood instantly lightened at the prospect. With the foal in her care it would have a decent upbringing, Trixie would be mentally stabilized, and Jitters would have more ample time to fluffy-proof his house and do more research on how to take care of his new future pet if he still wanted it. It was honestly the best course of action they could do.
“Yeah! Yeah, we can definitely do that! That’d be an excellent- H-Hang on-”
A growing ruckus coming from her primary safe room had garnered her attention. Especially since one of her fluffies was calling out to her for help.
“Mummah 'Wetta! Mummah 'Wetta!! Nee Hewp!!”
Sorren, a black stallion with a shimmering red mane was frantically tapping his hooves against the baby gate blocking the doorway. He usually kept a more reserved demeanor, so seeing him genuinely frantic and anxiously pacing about before rearing up to scratch and stomp at the baby gate certainly set off some alarm bells.
“Mummah ‘Wetta! Bonnie tummeh huwties!! Nee’ hewp!!” He cries, desperate to get Loretta’s attention.
Loretta looks in through the doorway just in time to hear the shrill words.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!!!”
Shit.
“Jitters, I gotta call you back.”
She doesn’t even wait for a response before hanging up. Pocketing the phone, she goes into action, grabbing a blanket and some supplies to monitor the birth. Within moments, she was back to the safe room.
This moment had been anticipated for a while, and Loretta had made plenty sure to be ready for it. The Soon Mummah in question was a purple mare with a black mane named Bonnie. Bonnie had genetics for curly fluff, making her look more like a sheep with a mane and tail. It required high maintenance grooming, but sold well for the unique texture.
Entering the saferoom and stepping around the other breeders that looked on with concern and fear, it soon became clear that this birthing session was going to be a rough one.
The rank stench of shit and blood filled the air as Bonnie screeched in pain. This wasn’t her first litter, but judging by her size it would be her biggest.
Tiny peeps could already be heard behind her as the first of her offspring came into the world.
Loretta approached, stroking a comforting hand through her mane and gave the dam some words of encouragement.
“You got this, Bonnie, one at a time.”
Bonnie sobs, squeezing onto the stuffed teddy bear in her stubby arms as if it was her only lifeline. She pants before straining, trying to push with her contractions. Something’s wrong though, it hurts too much.
“NUUUHUUHUU!!! TUU MANY HUWTIES!! WAI BABBEHS HUWT MUMMAH?! AM GUD MUMMAH!!” Bonnie sobs, her body wracked with pain and discomfort.
“Dewe, dewe, am hewe nao. Wememba, deep bweavies.”
An old alicorn with teal green fluff that had grown dull and grey with age, strolled up to Bonnie and administered a hug. This was Loretta’s trusty Nurse Mummah, Betsy Boo. She’d been much older than advertised when sold to Loretta, making her unable to provide many foals, but she had excellent parenting qualities and genuinely cared for all fluffies, making her an excellent babysitter for stressed parents that needed a break from taking care of their foals. Or in this case, helping soon mummahs become new mummahs.
Bonnie breaths deeply, making exaggerated exhales as instructed by the trustworthy nurse mummah. Loretta takes this time to grab hold of Bonnie’s tail, lifting it out of the way to see the problem. Sometimes, you just had to get your hands dirty in order to solve the issue.
Bonnie shrieks, the shrill noise reverberating off the walls. Her hooves squeeze the stuffed bear so tightly one of it’s button eyes pop off.
Shit. She’s breached. No wonder she’s in agony.
“The baby’s stuck. Okay, Bonnie, I’m gonna need to go in an try to turn it, okay? I’m gonna help get the baby out.”
“PWEASE!! PWEASE HEWP MUMMAH!! HEWP BABBEH!! NU BE STUCKIES!!!”
Loretta pushes her fingers into Bonnie’s vagina, feeling around for the blockage. If she didn’t get this foal out soon, she’d lose the whole damn batch and the mom! It didn’t take long for her to feel the babbeh. It was sideways, that’s for sure, but despite her attempts, she couldn’t figure out which end was the head. There’s only so much you could do with just two fingers. In a desperate decision, she just picked a side and pressed, ushering the baby to turn so it could at least have a chance to pass through.
It worked, but only slightly. Now she could see that she’d chosen the wrong end, as the back end of the babbeh was peeking out from the stretched taut hole. Even if she’d chosen correctly it was clear that it wouldn’t have mattered in the end.
This foal was fucking huge. It’s back legs barely squeezed through, but the flanks were stuck. Blood oozed out around the foal as Bonnie’s attempts to push only made her accidentally shit on her offspring.
Loretta quickly ran through her options. She’d have to open her up.
“Stay with me, Bonnie, we’re gonna get these babies out.”
“Huuhuuuhuu… Nu uppsies…”
Loretta ignores the pained plea, carefully lifting the distressed mummah up via the blanket and whisking her away to her preparation room.
There, she sets Bonnie down on the table, scooting her body in place before rushing around the room to wash her hands and collect everything she needs as quickly as she can. Lady Bell’s babbehs chirp and peep as they’re collected up and brought back to the safe room to be in Bestsy Boo’s care. The two foals that Bonnie had managed to birth before the breach were brought back.
Without a word, she placed them next to the auto-feeder, letting them drink their first meal from Lady Bell’s collected milk. There’d be no telling how long this surgery would take, and she’d rather not have the two first born starve to death in the meantime.
She puts an oxygen mask on Bonnie’s muzzle, using it to administer some laughing gas to dull the pain. Can’t administer enough to knock her out, lest she stop breathing entirely, but can’t have her stress herself into a heart attack either.
Taking the electric razor, she shaves off some fluff on Bonnie’s arm to insert an IV. She’s already lost so much blood from the breach…
“Nuuuhuuhuuhuu… Nu take pwetty fwuff, Mummah…” Bonnie sobs, not even registering the IV needle thanks to the pain radiating from her special place and insides.
Loretta ignores the whines, focusing solely on the job at hand with an extremely limited time frame and continuing to shave a large portion of purple fluff off her belly. The curly, purple locks pile down on the floor. Once it was clean enough, she swabbed the bare tummy with a disinfectant wipe and set to work with the first cut.
Lady Bell watches the whole thing from her dangling perch. At first, she was enraged at the milkie thieves stealing her precious milk from the awful pumping machine, but the more she saw what else was happening around her, the more horrified she became.
The fattest, purple mare she’d ever seen screeched from pain. Her sensitive underside was being sliced open as she helplessly lay immobile under the bright overhead light. Loretta hummed as she carved into the other mummah’s tummeh and clamped blood vessels with scary looking pincers. She pulled back layers of skin and fat, pulling out part of the purple mummah’s inside tummeh. The fleshy mass moved, the sight of tiny hooves moved under the thin layer of meat and pressed around in a need to get out.
Loretta did the unthinkable, she cut into the mummah’s tummeh, and dug her not hooves inside before pulling out a squirmy, little mass. Lady Bell wasn’t sure what it was at first, but the moment it chirped, she understood perfectly clear.
Loretta was stealing the purple mummah’s tummeh babbehs.
She felt vertigo, she couldn’t scream, even if she wanted to. Her poopie place didn’t even have poopies to expel in her fear. Instead all it did was give out tiny scaredy farts.
Her new mummah was a monster that stole tummeh babbehs. If she had her fluff shaved off and feathers plucked just for being a so called ‘bad mummah’, what on earth did that purple mummah do to deserve this?
Loretta placed the foal on a nest of hand towels near the auto-feeder with the other two milkie thieves. then she dug in the purple mare’s tummeh again, ignoring her cries.
The process was repeated so many times. Too many times for her to even hope to count. The purple mummah drifted in and out of consciousness near the four hour mark. Loretta kept a close eye on her to make sure she stayed breathing. On occasion blood would spurt, splattering on Loretta’s face or shirt.
By the time the last babbeh was out, another twenty minutes had passed. Loretta had picked up the needle and thread begun suturing Bonnie up, triple checking to make sure all her equipment was accounted for before closing the wounds. Don’t want to accidentally sewn in gauze and kill her with gangrene.
She overheard Lady Bell sniveling and farting off to the side, but she ignore it. In all honesty, she’d almost forgotten that the bitch mare was even there. She knows that Lady Bell had seen the entire C-section surgery. Must be terrified, judging by all those tears. No time to dwell on it for now, she’s got too many other priorities to deal with and frankly Lady Bell can stew with the things she witnessed for a little while longer.
She finishes closing up Bonnie, upping her anesthetic a smidge to help dull the pain. Bonnie’s gonna be more than sore for the next two weeks. Cleaning her up, Loretta carries her to one of the open kennels and carefully deposits her inside. She’ll still need the IV for now, but more importantly, she needs to rest and recover from that hell of a labor.
Now that Bonnie was taken care of, the foals needed handling. Usually the mummah needed to perform licky-cleanies to really kickstart the bonding process with her babies, but this was obviously a special case, and Bonnie was out of commission for foal care at the moment.
Picking up a foal, Loretta went through the process of cleaning off each one with warm water, verbally documenting the informational details of each individual one via a recording on her laptop.
In total, Bonnie had a total of nine foals, all of them miraculously alive. This was damn near over double the size of an average litter.
More interestingly was the big troublemaker of the batch. A bright pink colt with thylacine stripes, dwarfing all his siblings with his sheer mass. No wonder Bonnie had such difficulty with him, there’d be no way she’d be able to survive a natural birth with a foal his size.
What a weird fluke of biology.
With the foals fed and cleaned, and Lady Bell still dangling in suspension, Loretta decided to change her shirt. Can’t go into the saferoom covered in blood, the breeders would lose their literal and figurative shit. As hilarious as that would be, she doesn’t want to accidentally send her other soon mummah into a premature labor. It’s not perfect, but she’s got no time. A shower will have to wait till later.
With a fresh undershirt, she carried the foals in a wicker basket to the primary saferoom. It was clear she was exhausted. She wanted nothing more but to sleep after that harrowing experience. Yet she couldn’t, she still had so much to do.
Entering the saferoom, she carefully sets down the basket of foals and sits down. The smell of shit and blood from where Bonnie originally sat on her now stained cushion was still very much present.
“Am Bonnie otay?” Betsy Boo asks, slowly stepping up to see in the basket. The other breeders and a few of their foals also approach, curious for answers and to see the newest babbehs.
“Bonnie has a lot of hurties right now, more than any hugs can fix.” Loretta explains, carefully choosing her words to keep anyone from bursting into obnoxious tears or causing a scene. “I’m gonna keep watch and make sure she stays safe so she can get better, but in the meantime, she’s gonna need a lot of help from all of you.”
“Jade wanna hewp! Wiww do anytin’ for bestest fwen Bonnie!” Jade, a long fluffed, off-white pegasus with a shimmering green mane and tail exclaims, flapping her wings in a buzz. Her special friend, Sorren, nods in agreement as their two foals, Sirius and Orion also exclaim their desire to help.
“Good. Can I trust all of you to help me and Bonnie take care of these foals?” She asks, looking at all the surrounding fluffies. in the room. Almost unanimously, the herd agrees, promising to do their best to help their friend’s babies and make Mummah 'Wetta proud.
Feeling secure in the camaraderie of her breeder fluffies and their need for her approval, she distributes the foals to each couple that has room for one or two more foals. Once that’s taken care of, she mentally steels herself to get up and clean Bonnie’s mess.
“Mummah 'Wetta?” Betsy Boo pipes up.
Loretta looks over at the old alicorn. “What is it, Betsy?”
Betsy Boo sits on her haunches, wrapping her front hooves around Loretta’s arm the best she can.
“Mummah ‘Wetta am suuu sweepy. Nee’ west and huggies.”
The gesture is sweet, but as tired as she is, she can’t give more than a pet on her head. “I can’t, Boo, I’ve got a lot of work to do. Bonnie’s mess needs cleaning, there’s a bad mummah I’ve gotta teach manners, and there’s a friend with an alicorn foal that’s gonna need a lot of help…”
Loretta and all her fluffies belong to @UndercoverPallasCat
