Erin's First Fluffy (Hugbox) Pt.19 by ThatOneFluffyMare

You roll onto your side and groan. It’s the middle of the night and something is rocking you. Or someone. You audibly groan as they continue to push you a bit.

Huu huu… Wowstest huwties… Pwease nices’ miss Ewin… Wakies pwease… Huu huu…” a familiar voice cries out.

You groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes some. You look down next to you and you see a sobbing, panicky Grape. You yawn and ask her…

“What is it Grape? What’s wrong?”

Grape whines loudly. “Huu huu… Gwape haf wowstest tummeh owwies…

You look at your clock… Just past 3 AM. At first your brain complains about it being too early… But then you snap out of your daze.

“Wait… Did you say “tummy hurties”?”

Grape nods. “Tummeh haf wowstest huwties…” she says, flinching every now and again.

You notice her breathing is rapid and laboured, too. You immediately snap out of it and realize what’s going. Grape isn’t sick, she’s about to give birth! Having assisted in so many deliveries, you have lots of experience in this field. Quickly, you shoot up out of bed.

“Okay Grape, you try to relax. I’m going to get some stuff ready for you.” you tell her. Grape merely nods.

Your brain is racing now. Quickly you dive into your closet and dig out your medical tools and bring them into Sapphire’s room through the bathroom.

Sapphire tiredly looks up at you. “Mummah…? Why am Gwape bein’ su noiseh? Gwape am huwties?” she asks.

You don’t respond. You’re too busy trying to set up a sterile area for Grape to give birth in. Sapphire fusses a bit at you unintentionally ignoring her and tries again.

Mummah! Why am Gwape huwties? MUMMAH!” she shouts.

Her shouting finally gets to you as you stop in your tracks and look down at the huffing Sapphire. Why was she awake at this hour? Was she woken up by Grape?

“Sorry, sweet pea. Momma was busy thinking. Grape has hurties because she’s about to give birth!

… Give… Birth? Sapphire looks up at you in confusion. It must be a pretty big event to have you running around and gathering lots of things.

You set some soft towels down for Grape to lay on before returning to her. She’s straining and clearly in extreme discomfort. She looks at you pleadingly.

Pwease miss Ewin… Make fwuffeh tummeh huwties gu 'way…

You pet her mane gently. “Your tummy hurties means you’re in labour, Grape.”

Gwape am… In wabouw? Wha’ dat mean?

“It means it’s time for you to bring your babies into the world.”

Grape gasped happily. It’s finally time to see her babies!? She’s been waiting many forevers for this! She begins to bounce around a little before flinching from the pain. You gently pick her up.

Whewe am takin’ mummah? Babbehs comin’ nao!

“I made a little safe space for you to give birth in.” you tell her, bringing her into Sapphire’s safe room and setting her down onto the towel.

You unfasten the wall of Sapphire’s pen to let her out as you open your medical chest. You set aside everything you’d need for just in case… Surgical scissors, threading, needle, scalpel, cleaning cloths, and if need be a small blow torch. … You hope that most of it won’t be needed.

Sapphire sleepily walks up and sits beside you. “Mummah, wha’ am biwf?

You pause for a second. You haven’t taught Sapphire about birth yet… Just about special hugs and death. You look back at her for a moment.

“Well, birth is what happens when pregnant mommas are ready to bring their babies into the world. You’ll get to see what that’s like.” you tell her before looking back at the straining unicorn mare.

As a precaution, you set up a small tarp wall in front of you to catch any accidental birth poopies that may rocket from Grape. It was just a couple of weighted stands with a tiny trash bag wrapped around it… But it’ll have to do. You look Grape in the eyes, holding her chin. She’s in a major panic state, completely overwriting her “soon mummah” happiness.

“Alright Grape, it’s time. You won’t get to see me during this, but I will be right here the whole time, okay.”

Grape nods slowly. “O-Otay…

“All you have to do is push. Give it your best shot, take a breather, and keep trying. I’ll be here to help with the foals.”

She nods again before you pick her up and turn her around. Sapphire sits off to the side to watch quietly. You get your hands in position to catch the foals as they come out. You carefully time your “Push!” commands to give Grape enough time to catch her breath as possible to prevent any issues with her head or lungs. Once the first foal begins to come out, Grape cries out with a sharp “SCREE! BIGGES’ POOPIES!” as you assist with the birth.

Sapphire watches curiously, seeing each foal come out and hearing the amount of effort used by Grape, and how much pain she was in. Part of her wanted to give the mare huggies… But she felt she would only get in the way.

One by one the foals slowly came out of Grape. Over the course of a two hour birthing period, you helped deliver not one, not two, not three, but eight healthy newborn fluffies. As each one came out, Grape would try to pause the process to give licky-cleanies, but you told her she would have to wait until they were all out. Each one you cut the umbilical cord for her, and set them down on a plate nearby her. Each one made her feel more and more determined to finish. After the eighth foal was out, you let Grape take a breather. You gently reached inside of her, much to her dismay and protesting, to check for any more. Once you gently slid your hand out, you cleaned Grape up of her bloody, urine and feces soaked mess before taking your gloves off.

“Good job, Grape. You did it.” you tell her, petting her head gently.

You move the plate of her chirping babies over to her so she can clean them up and bond with them. She had a very diverse mix of foals… Earthies, unicorns, and pegasi. Most of them had good colors too.

Once she finished giving her foals a good cleaning, Grape looks up at you. “Miss Ewin? Hao many babbehs?” she asks.

One by one you pointed to each as you counted. “Let’s see here. We have one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! You have eight healthy baby fluffies.”

She looks down at them for a second. “Gwape am mummah tu… Seben… Seben babbehs!” she says.

You pause for a moment. …Seven? But you said eight, and counted in front of her.

“Seven? Don’t you mean eight?”

Grape shook her head. “Seben gud babbehs.” she says as she rolls over and places most of her babies onto her belly, cooing softly.

…All but one. A little, wood-brown Earthy that was left chirping on the plate. You frown a bit at this, as she was trying to reject one of her foals. You pick them up gently.

“Grape, you forgot one.” you tell her, showing her the little Earthy.

Grape shook her head again. “Nu, siwwy. Mummah onwy hab seben gud babbehs. Dat nu am gud babbeh.

You scowled a bit before sighing. “Let me, guess this one is a bad baby because it’s a “poopy baby”, right?”

Grape nods at you. Sapphire watches uncomfortably, unsure of what you’ll do next. You take the foal away from her and hold it carefully.

“Here I thought you would’ve learned from your time at the shop where your momma rejected you for not being her colors… And how your brothers and sisters all hurt you for it.”

Grape went to say something but you cut her off.

“But I guess you want to be a bad momma, just like your mother was…”

Grape’s eyes went wide as she realized her mistake. In her struggle with birthing, she didn’t remember that her family did that to her.

“I guess you don’t want to have good babies now.” you say, turning to leave the room.

Grape wiggled her airborn forehooves at you. “Nu! Nu am bad mummah! Gwape nu wan’ be bad mummah wike Gwape mummah… Wan’ babbeh!” she pleads.

You turn your head to look at her with a doubtful expression. “Oh? You want this baby? Even though it’s a poopy baby?

She nods multiple times. “Yus, yus! Gwape wan’ babbeh! Gwape nu wan’ be bad mummah! Gwape wub all hew babbehs!

You smile softly and hand her the little brown Earthie. She lovingly holds it in her hooves tightly, cooing.

Mummah wiww wub aww hew babbehs! All babbehs are gud babbehs!” she says to herself and her herd.

Gently, she helps each pair of foals nurse from her swollen teats. She was surprisingly good at divvying up her motherly milk to each of them. No one foal got too much or too little. You cleaned up the area and left her and Sapphire to watch over the foals. After you finished putting your tools away and tossing the cleaning cloths into the washer, you cleaned yourself up and rejoined them.

Grape continued to cuddle with her babies, cooing and singing to them. Telling them how they’d grow to be big, good fluffies with nice homes, sketties, and nice families. Sapphire had returned to her bed and was now openly crying. You sit down next to Grape, petting her gently as you look at Sapphire. Had your words earlier gotten to her? Were you too harsh on her? Was the birthing process too much for her too handle?

You sigh softly. “Sapphire, what’s wrong?”

Sapphire sniffles some. “Huu huu… Saffiuh am hab wowstest heawt huwties…” she says.

You shift a little bit to get comfortable. “Tell momma what’s on your mind.”

Sapphire lifted her head up to look at you two before looking at the small fluff pile on Grape’s stomach. “Saffiuh… Saffiuh nu hab mummah wub… Nu hab mummah huggies…

You look down at Grape and her foals. You quietly think to yourself for a moment.

Saffiuh nu am gud babbeh… Saffiuh am wowstest babbeh…” the little blue unicorn says, sounding dreadfully depressed.

You’re at a loss for what to say. You don’t think you can really pull her out of this, as she’s never gotten to really know the love of her mother. To know what it feels like to have your mother dote on you as Grape was to her foals.

Grape pauses her cooing to look between you two. She can feel the harsh tension, and remembers what you told her about Sapphire earlier that evening.

… 'Ou can shawe wif Gwape babbehs.” she says.

You and Sapphire look at Grape. She seems a bit uncomfortable with the group stare, but repeats herself anyway.

'Ou can shawe mummah wuv time wif Gwape babbehs.

Sapphire is in shock, her tears still running down her face, dampening her fluff and her bed. You look at Grape in surprise before giving her a soft smile, petting her again.

“That’s a very kind thing for you to do, Grape.” you tell her proudly.

Sapphire sniffles a little. “Buh… Saffiuh am bad babbeh… Am bad fwuffeh…

Grape shakes her head some. “Nu am bad babbeh… Saffiuh jus’ nu am hab mummah wuvs. Gwape can shawe wuvs wif Saffiuh, buh 'ou am tu big fow mummah miwkies. Dem onwy fow wittul babbehs.

You’re honestly surprised as Grape’s generosity. It seems her knowing about Sapphire’s unfortunate start to life, and her giving birth, has really pushed her maternal instincts to 11. You look at Sapphire, who looks back at you, unsure of what to do. You give her a small nod of approval.

“Grape is offering to share her motherly love with you, Sapphire.” you tell her.

Buh… Buh Saffiuh nu am Gwape babbeh…

Gwape nu cawe. Aww fwuffeh desewb tu no mummah’s wuv. Eben 'ou.

Sapphire sniffles again before looking up toward you. “Can… Can Saffiuh weawwy do dat? Saffiuh can shawe mummah wuv?

You nod some. “It seems Grape has plenty to go around. Eight foals and she still wants to help you.”

Sapphire looks hesitant. She wasn’t Grape’s baby, but she was still willing to give her the same motherly love… But she was so mean to Grape!

“Go ahead, Sapphire. As long as you’re careful around her babies, I’m sure Grape would love to help you.”

Sapphire nods slowly before rising out of her bed. She slowly walks over to Grape, whom without even a single iota of hesitation, pulls the little unicorn into her fluff and hugs her tightly.

Mummah wub aww hew babbehs, eben Saffiuh.” she says, cooing at her.

Sapphire tears up and sobs again, snuggling into Grape’s warm fur. “Saffiuh… hic Saffiuh am su sowwy fow bein’ bad fwuffeh… Saffiuh su meanie… Gwape jus’ wan’ be nicest’ fwuffeh tu Saffiuh…” she says between sobs and hiccups.

Grape quietly shushes her as she cuddles up with her. Carefully, Grape moved her brood off her stomach and rolls over onto her side. She positions them to share heat with her while still being able to snuggle up with Sapphire.

You yawn some before getting up and turning out the light. Grape’s foals have already fallen asleep, while the new mummah and Sapphire share a tired embrace. It’s been a grueling night for you all, but everyone needs to catch up on their rest. You close the door behind you before walking back into your room and crawling back into bed.

Maybe the morning will turn out better after all.

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Grape just has too much love to share, even despite a minor hiccup in her programming.

Hopefully Sapphire has learnt a valuable lesson and is willing to share that love with eight newborns.

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Hopefully so! Maybe being able to share in a mother’s proper love will help her turn over a new stone.

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The baby issue had me worried, but thankfully Erin got through to her. Good on Grape for ignoring her base instincts and being a good mother.

Also good on Sapphire for finally letting it all out.

Maybe it was Erin, maybe it was Grape~

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Eight foals is a lot. One of them seems likely to be a bad one. Watch those unicorns carefully.

Finally, a breakthrough. I hope it sticks because getting some foal training in would be a great boon for her.

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Poor Grape has a lot to contend with, between her eight newborns and now Sapphire!

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Glad Erin gave Grape something to remember bout her being a poopie to her mother and was resolved.

And Sapphire got a mother’s comfort.

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