You are Tulip, and you had come-too-soon babbehs! You have the worstest saddies ever!
“Huu-huuu… Wai babbeh gib tummie-babbehs sowwy-hoofies…?” You ask, sobbing between words.
“Mummah say du it, an’ mummah nu dummeh poopie fwuffy wike 'ou.” Princess answers, walking away proudly.
“Huu-huuu… Wai tummie-babbehs weave?” You ask, looking at the pink blobs that were your tummy-babies.
“Smarty Samuew gib 'ou tummie-babbehs 'gain.” Lavender’s special friend said, walking behind you.
“Nu… Pwease nu, Tuwip nu wan!” You beg, trying to roll away.
“Smarty nu cawe. Poopie fwuffy nu get hab a choicesie.” He said, proceeding to stick his no-no stick into you.
“Enfenfenfenfenf… GUD FEEWS!” Lavender’s special friend finished, walking away.
“Huu-huu… Wai gib bad-enfies?” You ask, still crying.
You are Princess, and you hear mummah and daddeh doing something you didn’t understand after the poopie milkie fluffy was done feeding you and your siblings.
“Wha am Mummah and Daddeh doin’? Wook weiwd.” You ask, looking up confusedly.
“Enfenfenf- Nufing, babbeh. Pwease gu pway.” Your daddeh answers awkwardly, getting off of your mummah.
“Otay.” You walk away, still feeling weirded out and slightly confused by the situation.
“Poopie miwkie fwuffy! Pwincess find mummah and daddeh doin’ somefing! Nu undastan.” You complain, looking up at Tulip.
“Pwease nu caww Tuwip dat, an’ Tuwip fink 'ou tuu wittle tu knyo. It otay, 'ou can hab miwkies until 'ouw mummah done.” She says, pulling you towards her milkie places.
“Smawt-ee fiwwy wan knyo nyow! Wan’ knyo, wan knyo, wan knyo! WAN’ KNY-” You yell before Tulip booped you on the nose to get you to stop.
“Poopie gib huwties! She gib huwties on smeww-pwace!” You scream loud enough for mummah and daddeh to hear.
“She wha’? Poopie dummeh munsta huwt Pwincess!” Mummah screeched, giving the poopie fluffy sorry-poopies.
“Gib huwties tu bestest babbeh, get sowwy-hoofies!” Daddeh yelled, crashing his hooves down on her back.
“Buh, babbeh bein’ bad babbeh.” Tulip tried to explain, almost making sicky-wawa from the baby-feeling she got.
“Babbeh be whateba she wan’! Pwincess, was it bee-caus ‘ou tri askin’ hew what mummah and daddah were doin’?” Daddeh askes.
“Es, then she get angwy at Pwincess an’ gib Pwincess huwties.” You explain, faking huu-huus.
“Nu wowwy, bestest babbeh have tu knyo from mummah and daddeh, not dummeh poopie fwuffy. Do dat whiwe daddeh fin’ hewd.” Daddeh said, motioning to your mummah to take you to the side of your cardboard box and tell you.
“An’, dat wha’ fings wike enfies, speshew-place, nu-nu stick, an’ mawe smeww am. 'Ou can pway nyow.” Mummah explained.
You’re never felt like this before. It feels weird, like you’ve changed.
“Pwincess wan’ babbehs?” You whisper to yourself, confused about these new feelings.
“Pwincess wan’ babbehs! Weally wan!” You decide, clapping your hooves together and singing the mummah song loudly.
You are Lavender, and you’re wondering about your bestest babbeh. She’s only 5 long-bright-times old, and she might already have the baby-feeling. You might ask to go check.
“Babbeh, mummah hab que-ion.” You say, sitting down by Princess.
“Es?” She asked.
“Du Pwincess wan hab babbehs?” You question, leaning in closer.
“Es! Wan babbehs suu much! Wab hab tummie-babbehs wike mummah did! Be bestest mummah!” She squeals, clapping her hooves together.
“'Ou am tuu wittle for hab babbehs, but mummah find ‘ou wittle speshew fwend. Daddeh find weally big hewd, so we goin’ dere wit bwubbews and sissies wight nyow and an 'ou ask anee cowt 'ou wan. Oh, onwy wons who smeww and wook pwetty. Nu poopie, munsta or dummeh cowts!” Mummah laughed to herself.
“Pwincess can nu wait! Wan speshew fwend! Wuv foo-ture hewd!” You giggle.