Daycare Ch. 9 (by fluffysomething)

You are FV-0446, and you have a plan. This time, Rosemary won’t make the babies you gave her come too soon!


“Wosemawy, am tiem fo’ wepwication-huggies! Come hewe!” You call out, motioning your special friend to come over to Rosemary.

“Wha am-” Rosemary asks, before nearly choking on both of you in her mouth.

“Mmm-hmm! Mmmm!” Rosemary tries to scream, you both being too far down in her throat for her to accomplish letting out any noise.


About 30 minutes later, you were finally done. You had to keep FV-7410 quiet about it, though. It would ruin your whole plan if FV-7410 got too excited and accidentally said something about the babies!


“Tummie-babbehs?” Rosemary asked, visibly confused but slightly happy as she started to sing the fabled mummah song.

“That am wight, tummie-baybees. They am ‘ou tummie-baybees, nu Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks an’ Eff-vee-seven-fouw-won-zewo bay-bees.” You lie, pointing at her already slightly round stomach and poking it.

“Nu huwt tummie-babbehs, dummeh!” Rosemary kicks you away, again singing to her tummy-babies.

Step 1 of your plan, convincing Rosemary that your babies were hers worked! Now, it’s time to get your babies to be the bestest babies they can be by getting Rosemary to feed and sing for them extra well.


“Rosemary, again? Okay, just keep your babies alive this time. Since you’re ‘pregnant’, I’ll only get to sorry-stick you for aborting FV-0446 and FV-7410’s babies.” Your mommy sighs, hitting Rosemary multiple times with a large stick until she started sobbing.

“Wosemawy hay-te mummah! Hmph! Nyow, mak’ sketties fo’ bestest tummie-babbehs!” Rosemary demands, huffing as she following your mommy to the hotel room’s kitchen.


You are Rosemary! You have the bestest tummy-babies! You are so excited for them to come! Now, you’re eating the bestest sketties!


“Aww done wit’ sketties, dummeh mummah! Cwean up, nyow!” You order, kicking over the empty bowl to go watch Fluff-TV on the couch.

“Wha the fwuff am dis!? Dis nu Fwuff-Teebee!” You shriek, trying to take the TV remote from FV-7410.

“It am Sickie-Fwiend Teebee! Speshew-fwiend an’ Eff-vee-seven-fouw-won-zewo wa’ching ‘Nu Make Mom-mee ow Dad-dee Sickies’! It ed-oo-cae-ional! 'Ou teebee tiem afta!” FV-7410 explains, moving the TV remote behind it and covering it with a pillow.

“Gib wemote NYOW! Wan watch Babbehs!” You shout, walking over and hitting FV-7410 in the face with your hoof.

“Speshew-fwiend, du she weawwy have tu be cawwying ouw bay-bees? Nu wike hew. Wan git wid of hew afta bay-bees done.” FV-7410 whispered to FV-0446, rolling her slightly discolored eyes that you hit.

“Nu wowwy, the bay-bees make hew gu boom when they weady.”

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Good, Rosemary is too dumb to recognise this has happened before and is so stuck up her own arse she never will

Looking forward to seeing her bite it

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