You are Rosemary, and you have tummy-babies! It’s been about seven bright-times since you first got tummy-babies, but you feel sick! You need to be healthy again for your tummy-babies!
“Dummeh- Kaff! Mummah… Mak’- Kaff! Kaff! Sketties nyow… Am sickies and nee’ sketties fo’ feew betta. Blagh!” You demand, laying in your own vomit and tears as you stamp your hoof in the litter-box.
“Rosemary, you’re sick. Sick fluffies have to get medicine to feel better, not sketties.” Your mummah sighs, picking you up and putting you on the floor.
“Nu wan dummeh med-ee-sun… Wan sketties- Kaff! Kaff! Nyow…” You groan, again stomping your hoof on the floor.
“Fine, since you asked.” Your mummah caves to your request, finally going to the kitchen to make sketties.
“Tummie-babbehs, pwease nu mak’ bestest mummah sickies… Nee’ tummie-babbehs tu feew betta…” You moan, touching your extended stomach with your hoof gently. You don’t want to hurt your bestest tummy-babies!
You are FV-0446, and you are so excited! Your babies are coming soon, maybe even today!
“Speshew-fwiend, wan wa’ch Sickie-Fwiend Teebee? They hab shu about bay-bees!” You ask FV-7410, holding its small hand as it holds your hand back.
“Wub Sickie-Fwiend Teebee! Wan watch Sickie Bay-Bees!” FV-7410 squeals, hopping on the couch and starting to look for the remote, shaking the couch cushions vigorously.
“Wosemawy- Kaff! Kaff! Wan watch Fwuff-Teebee… Gib wemote…” Rosemary shuffles over to the couch, not being able to walk normally because of her quick weight gain.
“Ou nee wemote? Onwy fo 'ouw bestest tummie-baybees!” You fake-smile, apprehensively handing Rosemary the remote.
“Speshew-fwiend, wha am doin? She am bein 'nnoying! Wan hew gu fowevew-night nights awweady!” FV-7410 whispers, visibly pissed at Rosemary’s behavior the past couple of days.
“Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks knyo, buh she cawwying ouw bay-bees. Nee wait tiww bay-bees come out so they be bestest bay-bees!” You respond, hugging FV-7410 and patting its not-head.
“Oh-tay, du it fo’ bay-bees an speshew-fwiend.” FV-7410 sighs, hugging you back and nuzzling itself in your soft outer layer.
You are Rosemary! You feel your tummy-babies coming, but isn’t it too soon? Usually, it take a bunch of bright-times for babies to come!
“Tummie-babbehs, pwease nu come yet… Mummah am sickies…” You plead, holding your special-place closed.
Little did you know, they weren’t coming out of there.
“BIGGESH POOPIES! Oh, nu! Feew wowstest tummie huwties!” You say as your stomach rises and then explodes, releasing your ‘babies’.
“Wittle viwus babbehs!? Nu wan! Gu foweba-sweepies!” You say, trying to get up to crush them, but failing since all the sketties you’ve eaten caused you to become obese and immobile.
“Squeak! Peep! Squeak!” One of them squeaks, starting to eat your soft flesh to the best of its ability.
“WOWSTEST HUWTIES! Dummeh babbehs, stop! Nu wan be nummies!” You beg, again desperately trying to flip over and kill the intruding babies.
“Peep, peep! Squeak!” Another ‘baby’ peeps, going up your poopie-place and starting to eat your colon.
“Babbehs! Stop, dummeh wittle viwus babbehs! Am nu- HUWTIES! HEWP!” You scream at the squeaking, peeping blind babies, causing them to just eat you more.
“See-pwace! Gib see-pwace bac- G-glurdkfj!” You try to speak, being choked by one of the babies making its way up your stomach and out your mouth.
You are FV-0446, and you are so proud! Your babies are out, and you didn’t even need to tell them where to eat! They even squeak-fought over eating part of Rosemary’s face! You’re so happy!
“Speshew-fwiend, we du it! We hab bay-bees! Wan waise bay-bees togetha?” You ask, your face lit up and hopeful.
“Es! Wub speshew-fwiend! Wub bay-bees!” FV-7410 squeals, hugging you and squeezing you until you tell it to check on the babies.
“Bay-bees am gud! We hab wittwe bloo-puwpwe bay-bee, gween-bloo bay-bee, owange-gween bay-bee an’ white-pinkie bay-bee. Wub aww bay-bees su muchies, buh wub white-pinkie bay-bee the mostest.” FV-7410 smiles, describing and rating the babies.
“Wa-wan die… Am hab wowstest huwties…” Rosemary says weakly, decimated by your babies.
“Gud.” You exact, kicking Rosemary in what’s left of her face.
It took Rosemary about 2 days, but she died. And, you’re quite pleased about that.
“Squeak! Peep!” Your white-pinkie baby peeps, getting a spoonful of only the bestest food you had. Fluffy miscarried foals, completely served and cooked by your mommy.
“Bay-bees git bestest nummies! Gwow up big an’ stwong!” You smile, holding another one of your babies up so they can taste the luxury food.
“Okay, first family outing. What do we do with Rosemary’s bones that the babies couldn’t eat?” Your mommy asks, picking all 6 of you up one at a time and putting you all in her car.
“Ooh, ooh! Eff-vee-seven-fouw-won-zewo knyo!”