(This ended up being longer than I meant it to be, and I’m considering writing more about this fluffy if people actually enjoy this.)
You are a cream colored earthie fluffy that has a baby pink mane and a braided tail of the same color. Daddeh gave you the bestest name; Bubblegum.
You and Daddeh live in the nicest house you’ve ever seen. It’s got a big safe room full of all the perfect things for a fluffy like yourself to be content. Toys, a television, a comfortable bed, and a big litter box.
All you ever really wanted was to be the bestest Mummah to the pwettiest babbehs though.
But the babbehs you had given birth to many months ago were unfortunately born with fowebah sweepies. Daddeh said you wouldn’t be able to have anymore babbehs either. Something about it just not being possible for you to have healthy babbehs.
Of course that gave you the biggest heawt huwties and it took you a very long time to get over it. For a while you would only ever get up to eat, drink or to use the litter box like a good fluffy. You would often cry yourself to sleep at night over the thought of babbehs.
But very recently Daddeh had came home with a surprise for you, and oh boy did you love surprises!
You couldn’t believe your see-pwaces when Daddeh pulled out three wittew babbehs from some kind of not-sowwy box.
“B-babbehs…?” you question while sniffing at the foals that Daddeh had placed into the safe room with you. Each baby smelled like sugar and warm miwkies. They were all pretty newly born babbehs who hadn’t opened their see-pwaces yet. The babbehs were all such pwetty cowows though!
There was an earthie white foal, a purple foal with the tiniest horn, and then a yellow foal with the tiniest wings.
“Bugglegum, meet our adopted babies.” Daddeh says from the other side of the safe rooms gate. You were too busy to pay attention to Daddeh though. All you could care about right now was these babbehs.
“Mummah has bestest miwkies for pwetty babbehs.” You coo while very gently placing the white and yellow babbehs onto your miwkie pwaces.
Daddeh had been helping you get the miwkies out before so you wouldn’t become uncomfortable. But you really hated the scawey machine that would take all the miwkies away. You were so glad to finally have babbehs who could use the miwkies for nummies.
“No mowe scawey machine…?” You ask rather enthusiastically, finally looking up and over at Daddy. You now had a hold of the purple babbeh. Holding it against your fluff to keep it warm while it waited for it’s turn to drink miwkies.
“That’s right. No more using the breast pump to get miwk-I mean-milk out.” Daddeh says now entering the safe room to change the litter box where you made good poopies and pee-pees. You learned the hard way when you were just a foal that bad poopies or bad pee-pees meant getting owies.
“How b-babbehs gonna make good poopies and pee-pees…?” You ask rather nervously. Daddeh turned to look at you mid-scoop and gave you a scawey smile that almost made you go pee-pee right there on the carpet. But you knew better so you held it in.
“You’ll have to teach the babies to make good poopies Bubblegum…and if they make bad poopies. Well. Then you’ll have to take the punishment for them I suppose.” Daddeh says watching as you switch the white and purple babbehs. You’re now lightly patting the white babbeh’s back in an attempt to get it to make buwpies.
“Bubbwegum get sowwy-stick if babbehs make bad poopies or pee-pees…?” you ask while the white babbeh makes a good big buwpie practically right into your heaw-pwace. The thought of the sowwy-stick makes you start to tremble just a little bit.
“Yes. You get the sorry-stick if you can’t manage to help the babbehs use the litter box. The only way they’ll learn to make good poopies is if you teach them how. That’s kinda how being a Mummah works Bubblegum.” Daddeh says standing up, now holding a plastic bag full of poopies and pee-pees from the litter box.
“Bubbwegum pwomise to help babbehs make good poopies and pee-pees! Daddeh no have to use sowwy-stick!” You say rather proudly, scooping all the well fed babbehs up and onto your back where they coo and nuzzle against one another.
You waddle over to the now clean litter box, and pick each baby up one at a time so you can squeeze their bellies gently. All three babies release their bowels and bladders right into the litter box with your assistance. You feel so proud to have such good babies!
“Good girl Bubblegum. I know being a Mummah will be a learning process. But I think you’ve got what it takes to make a very good Mummah.” Daddeh has thrown away the plastic bag, and comes over to you and the babbehs. You watch as he pulls something out of his pocket, and at first you’re still a little hesitant because of the mention of the sowwy-stick earlier. But then you realize that Daddeh was holding a few sketti flavored treats in the palm of his hand.
“Fow Bubbwegum…?” You ask sniffing at the treats, and once Daddeh gives you a nod and a not scawey-smile you gobble the treats right up.
“Fank 'ou daddeh! Wub 'ou su much.” You say with the biggest heawt-happies, and you can’t help but shed just a few tears. Daddeh helps lead you over to the comfortable fuzzy bed that you love so much.
You lay down and Daddeh helps you arrange the babbehs in a way that makes sure they’re all close to you and each other. Making you all warm and cozy.
Daddeh covers you with a bwankie, and then goes to turn of the safe room’s light. You gaze up at the glowing star shape stickers on the ceiling that keep you safe from the dawkies.
Before you know it all three babbehs have fallen asleep, and then within only a few seconds. Sleep comes for you too, and you doze off with a very content smile. Thankful for the babbehs you have now.