Great Mare went to check on the new mammahs. She checked on Maple first. She seemed happy. She was giving them licking cleans and feeding them. Maple didn’t seem to need her. But told her to call for her if she did.
Great Mare went to Chrissie next. Her heart sank. Chrissie was taking care of her babbehs like she should be doing but they were all brown. This wouldn’t make Mr. Brown happy. Even with the blue speckled alicorn. There was only one thing to do. Great Mare had done it before. It had seemed to be happening more often. One of the stallion must have had dominate Brown genes. Mr. Brown wasn’t going to blame the stallion for it. He never did. “Chwissie, am goin’ tu take two babbehs. Gib to Mapwe. 'ou got fwee of hews.”
Chrissie was going to protest, but didn’t. She had no reason to. She was too tired to fight, Great Mare always did what was best for the mares, and they were going to Maple and she was going to get some of Maples. She could live with that.
Great Mare took two hungry foals. A moment she came back with three colorful foals as hungry as the ones she took. Chrissie nuzzle them close to her milkie place. She didn’t like the fact two were male, but she loved them regardless. They were her and Maple’s foals. That made them special.
Mr. Brown came in an hour after the switch. He wasn’t worried about the new mothers killing their foal. Great Mare always checked on them right after and would stop them if they tried to kill or neglect a healthy foal. It wasn’t unusual to find a foal or two drowned in a water bowl. But they were always unhealthy or malformed.
He had witnessed Great Mare punishing a bad mammah. She took the bad mammah’s foals away and put the mammah in the middle of the play room. She gathered all the other mares and told them of the mammah’s crime. In that case, it was rejecting all but one of her foals. She called it her ‘bestes’ babbeh’ and the rest were ‘poopeh babbehs’ this was not allowed. The mares took turned telling her how bad a mammah she was and gave her ‘sowwy hoofies’. That mare never made the same mistake and nor did the other mares.
He looked at Maple and her foals first. He looked at each foal closely. Even though the mares were programmed to drown the defective foals. Sometimes mares fought that programming and let the foal live.
He sighed in disappointment. This was the first time his prized stallion sired brown foals. The other five were colorful at least, not too bright, not too dull either. He could accept two brown fillies.
He looked in on Chrissie next. He was more disappointed and he was overjoyed. It was true that the one alicorn was brown, but the blue speckling and the fact that Chrissie was caring for her made up for it. The other two brown foals were the disappointment. He had to make a hard choice when they were weaned. He didn’t need anymore nurse mares and they ones who were set to retire were already being replaced two of the four brown mares. Becoming an enfie mare milkbag was a punishment. He would have to put them into the market and hope for the best.
As for Chrissie, he knew he would have to pair her with another stallion. 50% brown wasn’t good odds.
As soon as a mare have birth to the two week mark after birth was how long other breeders would have waited to breed their mares again, but he found mares lasted longer and produced more live healthy foals of he waited until the foals were weaned.
The next day Great Mare took Chrissie and Maple to the quiet room. It was for the mammahs who foals were between newborn and walkie babbehs. Maple and Chrissie found a soft spot to lay together. They started introducing their foals to each other. Chrissie showed Maple her wingie pointie babbeh last.
Maple fought not to run and scream “munsta”. Mr. Brown would take all her babbehs away and make her watch as alicorn stallions took turns on her. Never knowing which was the sire of her next litter of foals.
Mr. Brown couldn’t stand bigotry of any kind. Not against the browns, or alicorn anyway. But when it came to disabled and mares liking mares, according to Great Mare, he had to be bias, he had a business to run. He couldn’t have a mare not having foals, and disabled foals didn’t sell. He wanted them to be happy and healthy physical and mentally, but business had to come first. Business kept them feed and gave them what they needed. Business required sacrifice.
Chrissie hide her alicorn babbeh in her fluff. “Know nu wike wingie pointie babbeh, nu hab to cawe fo’.” Chrissie gave Maple sad eyes. “Chwissie wiww take cawe of aww wingie pointie babbehs for 'ou.” All the mares knew that Mr. Brown keep them the same mares on the same breeding schedule.
Tears of joy filled Maples eyes. Chrissie would raise her munsta babbehs for her. She never had to worry about being punished. Why didn’t Chrissie love her so much? She nuzzled Chrissie “Tank 'ou.”
Chrissie and Maple’s mothers came to look at their granbabbehs. Maple’s mom, Misty, was a brightly green with a bright rainbow mane. She was an eyesore to look at, but her foals came out duller than she was. She wanted to reject Maple but feared Great Mare.
Chrissie’s mom, Robin, was a blue with black speckles, and a darker blue mane. It was easy to see where the little alicorn got her specking. She had a gentle nature and was one of the best breeders.
Robin looked at all the foals a sniffed them. “Nu can teww Chwissie babbehs.” She pointed her hoof at the alicorn. “Am Chwissie babbeh. Wike fwuffy.”
“Chwissie babbehs an poo… bwown babbehs.” Misty said simply. “Dummeh hab pwetty babbehs.” Misty gave Maple a look telling Maple to back her up.
Chrissie stood up. She wasn’t going to let her weaken body stop her. She got into Misty’s face. “‘Ou nu tawk tu Mapwe wike dummeh nu mowe. If du, am goin’ tu gib miwkie pwaces sowwy hoofies untiw nu gud. An’ 'ou became munsta nummies.”
Misty looked into Chrissie’s eyes and knew she meant it. She puffed out her cheeks and walked away. She believed she could take on Chrissie, but she knew Great Mare would back her up.
Chrissie lay back down. She yawned. Her foals were peeping from hunger. They seemed to always to be hungry. She rolled to her side. “Hewe babbehs, mummah hab…” She passed out.
Robin laughed. “Chwissie nu can fite sweepies.”
"Mapwe, wiww be wakies when chwissie am sweepies. Mummah am meanie mummah.
Robin have Maple a nod. She walked away. Her current foals were peeping for milk and she wanted so find a soft stop to lay down at. She knew Maple would keep her word and watch over Chrissie.