Sorry for the delay in posting. This was supposed to go up last Sunday. I am just pushing everything back and adding a chapter to this story because I want to do more with it.
Sexual content isn’t really sexual content but it’s all in the last section if you really want to avoid it.
Elizabeth started coming home later each day now, working the long hours she needed to make sure she could take off time when the foals arrived. She would blow off steam from the long hours in the privacy of her own room. They took several trips to the vet to make sure the tummeh babbehs were ok. The vet explained that the best thing for a pregnant mare was to stay in the safe room and to not worry if a first-time “’soon-mommah’ said her tummy felt funny or strange.
Nimbus was the bestest soon-daddeh. When Maybell told him no more special hugs, he listened. He took great effort to help Maybell eat, play, and make good poopies. He was right by her side to make sure her tummeh-babbehs would be the best babies ever.
There was a second and larger feeder in the safe room now with special soon mummeh food for Maybell that Nimbus was careful never to touch. It was the bestest nummies for the bestest soon mummah! He made sure to give her the bestest regular huggies. He would make the bestest talkies to the tummeh babbehs when their soon-mummah was sleeping and couldn’t. Elizabeth showed them a foalbirth instruction video and Nimbus agreed to help deliver the bestest foals.
When Maybell couldn’t walk anymore, he made sure to give her licky cleanies so her special place wouldn’t have poopies when the foal came. Elizabeth was able to instruct Nimbus how to move clean accident pads under her rear when she was at work to keep the fluffbed clean. He really was the bestest daddeh. The due date was Sunday and Elizabeth took the entire next week off to help care for the newborns.
She left Friday morning like any other, topping off the food dispensers and telling Maybell and Nimbus she was excited to help deliver the foals when she got back. She explained to them that she would be there for the delivery and not to worry.
Dark time came and the Alicorns waited excitedly for mummah. It was ok, she was late every night. They got tired waiting and decided they would take a nap while they waited for her.
“Biggest Poopies!” Nimbus was awoken to the sound of his mate screaming. He jumped up and turned in circles panicking as he forgot what they had been taught to do. It was dark, not just outside but inside too. The automatic light that Elizabeth set to slowly dim at bedtime was completely off. The room was only illuminated by a soft night light.
Suddenly his mummah’s words and the birthing training video came back to him. “Don wowwy speciaw fwen! Niwmbuws ged mummah!” He ran to the child gate and began shouting “Mummah! Mummah! Duh bebbehs am hewe!”
He anxiously shook on the gate. It was dark in the hallway, and it was very scary. He looked at Mummah’s closed door. She must be asleep. He didn’t remember her coming home or feeding them dinner, but she always came home by bed time. “Mummah! Wakie Up!” She always came to get them if they had bad sleepie pictures and called for them she should hear them now. “Mummah!” Nimbus tried again.
“Huu Huu!” Maybell scream behind him. He needed their bestest mummeh. She would come along soon. She had to hear them. He turned around and ran back to Maybell, her water had broken and it, alongside a mountain of piss and shit, soaked her accident pad. He dragged it away next to the litterbox and came back with another clean one. He started to lick her special place to clean it of the offending liquids. “Wewe Mummah?” She managed to whimper out between her cries of pain from contractions.
“Nimbuhs nuu am knyu! Am okeh doh! Nimbus wiww hewp tiww mummah come tuu hewp!” Maybell managed to look tearfully at him. He felt it too, Mummah broke her promise. “Huuu!” A foal’s head began to crest. It was gray just like him. “Pwease bestes bebbehs! Nuu gibe mummah wowstest huwties!” He took the foal as it came further out and gently pulled once he could grab it somewhere that wouldn’t hurt their bestest foals. The video they had watched explained that foals were very fragile and to never hold them by the head or tail or leggies or wingies.
He quickly started licking the foal clean before depositing it a few inches away and grabbing the next foal that came out. He gave his bestest special friend words of encouragement the entire time. The first foal was the hardest to deliver, the next three were easier. The gray was a unicorn. There was a purple and yellow earthie, a silver pegasus, and a lime unicorn. Mummah had warned them not to expect a big litter as first-time mummehs’ tummies had to get used to being mummah tummies. They thought they were done, and Maybell stared to lay back in relief. She was reaching out for her bestest babbehs when another contraction came.
“Screeee!” She cried. Nimbus jumped back at this. He ran back to her rear to watch again. A pink foal’s head was cresting. It was a Unicorn too! He went to grab it and felt wingies! He gently maneuvered his hooves around to not crush the alicorn foals wings “Maybeww! Dis bebbeh am wike mummah an daddeh!”
Maybell made a weird sound. Not a scream but not a chirp. He thought it sounded happy. It was best described as a squeal. “Weawy? Show mummah!” He carried it over to her to calm her down. They both knew mummah loved alicorns, after all she adopted the two of them. She even sat down to make sure they knew alicorns foals were not munstah babbehs since she had read online that alicorn rejection was instinctual. Elizabeth had avoided setting expectations for the expecting parents but had done a poor job of hiding her hope for alicorn foals. Mummah would be so excited when she came in.
She quickly grabbed it from him to inspect and turn over in her hooves. She licked it all over getting the blood and placenta off of the pink little angel. She gave it a gentle hug and placed it on her teat to get milkies. Nimbus carried over his gray unicorn next, unbeknownst to him he had smeared the smell of mummah’s poopies over his foal as he had cleaned her poopie place just before unicorn. Maybell took it in her hooves and hugged it but made a face as she went to smell it.
“Wut am wong?” Nimbus asked. “Nuu smeww guud!” Her face contorted at her poop scented foal. “Dat am okeh! Stiww gud bebbeh!” She placed it on her other teat and held her hooves out for another foal. He brought it, she hugged this one longer as she waited for her foals to finish suckling. “Okeh, dat am ‘nuff!” She moved the gray foal away and placed the next one in the line on her teat. By the time the next foals turn came, the alicorn foal had gotten its fill and began to slide off on its own.
This saved Nimbus the need to intervene as he witnessed the special treatment the mummah colored baby received over the daddeh colored baby. Soon all the foals were fed and asleep against their mummah’s fluff in their soft fluffnest bed. Maybell was exhausted both from the birth and being woken abruptly. Nimbus was as well.
He walked back to the child gate at the entrance of the safe room. “Mummah! Wewe am yuu? Nyu bebbehs am bestes bebbehs! Pwease mummeh! Wook at nyu bebbehs!” He waited for a response, anything at all. Nothing came. He turned back and joined Maybell in the big fluffy nest bed. He stared at his foals in the warm yellow light of the nightlight. They were the bestest babies!
The next morning, they awoke to sunlight coming in the window. Normally a beepy noise came from mummah’s room before the bright sky ball got that high. Not today. The foals feebly wiggled over each other and found milk as they needed it throughout the night. Inspecting them now, Maybell made sure they got proper turns for milk, and she licked the nighttime accidents the foals made off of their down fluff.
Nimbus spent the whole morning between checking on his bestest special friend and calling for mummah at the doorway. As he returned to the fluffnest for the fifth time, Maybell asked with a hint of despair “Wewe am mummah?” Nimbus couldn’t lie to her anymore by saying mummah was sleeping. “Nimbus nuu am knu. Finkie dat mummah am in sweepie woom buh mummah wowd heaw Nimbuhs yewwing. Now am finkie dat mummah nuu am home.” Sadness washed over him as he said his thinkies out loud. “huu huu…”
Maybell felt a surge of panic. “Wid nu Mummah, Maybeww nu can num on bestes sgettis! Nu sgettis mean nuu bestes miwkies! Bestes bebbehs nee’ bestes miwkies!” They both started hugging all their foals and cried. Bested babbehs did, after all, NEED the bestest sgetti milkies.
Nimbus needed to make sure his foals got the best milkies. An instinct surged in him to find food for his mate. He stood up to leave and search far and wide, through rain and snow, through hell or highwater in search of sgettis. As he stood, he saw the two fluffy feeders. “Maybeww stiww hab tummeh-mummah kibbew nummehs. Kibbews gud fow tummeh-bebbehs an miwkies.”
This convinced her for now. “Stiww wan sgettis!” She pouted, knowing she deserved a reward for giving birth. They sang songs to their babbies and Nimbus kept their bestest foals warm while mummah went to eat and use the litter box. They both wondered in the back of their mind where mummah went.
The night previously, Elizabeth had picked up some last-minute overtime. Her boss needed some signed paperwork run across town and it was important enough to give her a week of paid vacation for it. She finished the delivery around 9:00 PM and began to make her way back. This was of course a Friday evening, and she was used to driving home before 6:00 PM.
She worried about her Alicorns as she sat at a red light and looked at her phone screensaver. It was a photo of all three on the day they adopted Nimbus. The light turned green, and she put her foot on the gas. She did not see the other car as she entered the intersection. A drunk driver hoping to beat the yellow light had floored it and slammed directly into her driver side door.
“Jesus christ, is she even alive?” “Theres so much blood!” “Go check on the other car!” Police Sirens ‘’Oh my god! There’s car seats in the back!” Screaming in horror “Ma’am please step back.” “They’re empty! Thank God.” Ambulance Sirens “Is she alive?” “Barely, won’t make it to the hospital.” “What about the other driver?” “No seatbelt, he ejected from the vehicle. They’re searching for all the pieces right now.” Vomiting noises “Jeez, her kids going are gonna grow up without a mother.”
“Oh, those were fluffy car seats.” “Really, you’re shitting me!” “No shit, look at her screensaver.” “That’s what she looks like? She was hot, too bad she turned into a single fluff lady.” “We should probably call her family. There a number for a relative in there I can dial from my phone?” “Holy shit, she was reading fluffy erotica? I mean who just opens that shit and leaves it on their phone?” “Look, there’s even pictures. Is that a horse dick?” “What a sicko, bet she was molesting those fluffies in the photo too!”
Elizabeth had rent set on automatic payments, her next paycheck would clear followed by two more weeks of paid vacation days she had already scheduled. Both paychecks would cover the next two months of rent.
The police officers that were supposed to contact her next of kin found out both her parents had already passed and a cousin who barely knew here was the only person they could reach. The officer that was supposed to swing by her house to get the alicorns and take them to the county shelter miraculously “forgot” to do so.
If confronted over it, he would cite emotional trauma from shoveling brains off the pavement, which he technically helped with, as the cause in his lapse in judgment. His union rep would sit with him as he sobbed over it, and he wouldn’t even get a single day’s suspension.
Next week: Bestest Bebbehs
Will you survive?
