“Teehee…mummah, dis am suuu fun!” Mellow announced in a chirpily happy voice. The orange and purple mare had tummy babbehs! Her belly was all swollen and right now, she was on the paper lined bed of the vet’s office. The kind doctor who had been seeing her since she was a foal pressed a funny metal thing to her tummy and looked over to a black & white screen. Giggling and wiggling her hooves around, it was a bit strange to not see her owner look all too happy at all.
“Mrs Palmer, your fluffy seems to have…well, you can see.” The kindly veterinarian sighed. She hated giving this kind of news. Mellow’s mummah cast her eyes to the floor.
“Is it a tumor?” She asked finally. Not wanting to look at the screen. It was horrifically huge and most definitely not a litter of foals in there. Giving a nod, the vet continued from where she’d left off.
“As far as I can tell. She cannot have much time left. Horrible, I know. If you’d like, we could put her down.” Watching the two of them discuss things, Mellow was deeply confused. Put her down? She was having fun on the table. Getting onto her side and showing off her huge tummy, the fluffy gave the biggest smile possible. It caused her mummah to burst into tears.
“Why yew am cwyin’ mummah? Hab tummy babbehs! Suuuu egsited! Teeheee!” Well, it’s not like it was definite she had a tumor. Despite what the sonogram showed and how distended her stomach was. Perhaps it would do to just make her comfortable. Mrs Palmer lifted the fluffy up carefully from the table and set her down to the floor, the mare giving her owner’s leg a squeeze and coo.
“I’ll just bring her home. Thank you, doctor.”
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Mellow’s mummah gave her all of the foal related things she wanted in her safe room with the idea being that perhaps after her passing, she’d adopt a pregnant mare. Give her the life that her own fluffy was going to be denied. The little room had been fitted with an extra cozy nest that Mellow constantly rearranged the blankets on, huffing and puffing while pushing everything around with her snout. There were toys appropriately sized for foals that she pulled out from the toy box and expected closely. These were going to be for her babbehs!
“Soon mummah am be bestest soon mummah. Dis suuu egsitin!” The funny thing is the mare couldn’t even remember having spechaw huggies. That’s how babbehs were made, all fluffies knew that. Well maybe it was magic like on FluffTV. Sometimes on FluffTV a fluffy could have babbehs when a bright light shone on them. Of course this was just a way to explain pregnancy without showing a bunch of fluffies fucking on television, but what did she know? It was real magic!
Speaking of FluffTV, there was an all day ‘Hasbio’s Favoritest Babbehs’ marathon going on. Dragging her nest closer to the TV, the horribly swollen mare flopped down on top of the bed and immersed her brain with all the programming had to offer. First up was X-TREME BABBEHS which was like regular ‘Babbehs!’ except there was over the top music screaming out over stock footage of foals nursing from their mummahs. You’d think that fluffies wouldn’t like the hardcore music but they’d get into it just from the footage alone. Next up after that was Cinnamummah’s Happy Babbehs. Mellow really liked this program because there were lots of wonderful colors and Cinnamummah was a really nice mummah. Halfway into the fourth episode of that she conked out and drooled all over her bed, hind leg kicking in utter satisfaction.
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“Mewwow nee’ mowe skettis ‘fo tummeh babbehs.” Mellow announced after she’d dragged herself into the living room. For having an apparently deadly tumor that was growing more and more by the day, she showed no signs of actually being hurt. In fact, her appetite had grown more and more. It was kind of worrying but Mrs Palmer had been giving in to anything she wanted considering these were apparently her last days.
Giving her a weak smile, the woman walked into the kitchen where a big pot of now lukewarm spaghetti was waiting. Slopping more of the sauce slicked noodles into a pink dish with flowers on the side, it was set down. Not before Mellow clumsily skipped around her owner’s feet while singing the skettis song.
“Sketti sketti!
Mewwow wetty!
Bestest fing ebah!
An…wub yewwwww!“
It was one of the quirks the fluffy had, making up silly little songs for random activities. She had one for bathtime, skettis, bedtime, poopies. Stuffing her face down to the sloppy food, sauce and errant noodles flew out from the sides as she stuffed her pudgy face. Hardly seemed to breathe. Lifting a now red-stained face from the dish, Mellow gave several deep tugs of air before pounding back into the food. So into it that she couldn’t bother to stand any longer and was balanced on the ground, laying on her side so as to avoid trouble to her precious tummy babbehs. Mrs Palmer watched with a sort of disgusted shock.
“Uhmm…Mellow.” She began. Hands wringing together. Eyes darting up from the new empty bowl, the mare gave a ratcheting belch that actually caused the dish in front of her to shake a bit.
“Are you feeling sick at all? Anything?” An obvious question. Having a giant tumor inside of you, especially in that location, had to make you less hungry. Right? Surely!
Giving a giggle, Mellow shook her head. “Nu hab sickies. Am gibbin’ babbehs wots ob nummies. An’ dey be suuuu biggies an’ pwetties.”
With an incredulous expression on her face, Mrs Palmer watched the fluffy flap her tongue out at what sauce remained in the bowl.
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Between all of the eating and what was forming inside of her, Mellow wasn’t able to move around too much. Relegated to her bed for most of the day, though she was just barely able to get up to make gud poopies.
Even though she couldn’t move too well, she still didn’t feel sick. Mummah was always doting on her like she was but honestly, she wasn’t the least bit bad feeling.
It would be hard to feel bad. Her body had expanded enough that she was sure she’d have a BUNCH of babbehs. More than any that were on teebee. Fluffies at daycare would be sooooo jealous of her. So many babbehs she wouldn’t even have enough miwkies to give them maybe. Well, mummah was the smartiest-smart person in the whole world so she would be able to find a way to help her with that.
“Teehee…wub. Coo…” Laying on her side and looking down to the massive bulge that contained all of her beautiful foals. When would they come out? Time was basically a mystery to her but it had felt like a long time since they’d been put into her.
Ears flicking with concern, she began speaking to those soon-babbehs inside of her. “Yew nee’ come out. Mummah wan wub babbehs. An pway. Gib wots ob miwkies. It am suuu funsies out hewe! Nu nee’ be in tummy nu mowe.” Of course they didn’t respond back. It’d feel a little weird if they did. Even, dare she say, scary.
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Several days after trying to coax the foals out of her tummy, Mrs Palmer realized something terrible was happening. It was hard to explain what, but it was obviously not right.
Mellow’s entire abdomen seemed to quiver and shake, the thin-furred skin actually seeming to ripple with some influence that was difficult to discern. Pressing fingers down against her belly, it felt too warm. Taut. As if the flesh was just barely able to contain what was trapped within.
Yet the fluffy didn’t seem to mind it. Never complained. This had to be the last of her deadly illness, but the mare was complacent. Laying on her bed and looking to the television which constantly had baby programming playing, mumbling to herself. Tail lifting up to release some of the most rancid gas imaginable. She was still able to get herself out of bed to make poopies but, good Lord. The flatulence. Just walking into the safe room made you feel as if you’d walked into den of decay. What blew out of her ass was something which could make paint peel right off of the walls. Even with a fan blowing into the room and a window open, Mrs Palmer could hardly stand to be in there.
Maybe it was time. To actually go through with putting her down. It felt wrong but so did this. Nothing going on in that room seemed natural. The way Mellow laid on her side, only shifting around to make her way to the litterbox. Or to eat copious amounts of food. Her appetite had never decreased, instead it steadily got more and more outrageous.
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Soon. It had to be soon. All morning she’d felt turns and twists in her tummy, a pounding feeling. Mellow had never had babbehs before but this must be what it was like to have them. Could it be anything else? Finally after eating lots of nummies and getting so fat that she could barely walk, they would be born!
“Mummah wubs babbehs…babbehs wub mummah…” Groaning out her song. The pressure inside of her became intense. All this time she hadn’t been hurting at all but now the pain was here. It came in big rollicking waves that made her so uncomfortable, teeth clenching down. Shaking and feeling as if she’d get sick right on the safe room carpet, Mellow positioned her body so that her rump was on the cushion and blankets while her other half was down on the carpet. She wanted her foals to came out to the welcoming comfort of the nest.
“Owwies! Owwies su bad! Huwties!” Mummah wasn’t here. She went to her worky-job every morning and wouldn’t be back until later. Still, Mellow cried out to her in a piercing voice. Maybe mummah would hear her all the way where she was. It felt like a great big ball of heat was moving inside of her, stretching her out. Feeling as if her tummy would rip right open and the great volume of babbehs would come spilling out. The thought worried her.
“BE CAWFUW BABBEHS! YEW AM HUWTIN’ MUMMAH!” Pleading with the foals that were doubtlessly trying to get out. Things would be so fun, but right now wasn’t fun. It was torture. Something a well-cared for fluffy had never wanted to experience in their short life. Hooves scabbling on the carpet, she cried out and tried to think of anything else but the pain happening right now. Skettis, toys, mummah’s warm smile. All the fun things on television, going to Fluffmart and getting to pick out new treats. Sobbing with her face pressed down against the floor, her entire back half shuddered and she felt something massive rip it’s way out of her. With a swoon, the fluffy passed out against the floor from the trauma. Great amounts of fluid gushed out of her but she could do nothing but lay there in darkness.
She didn’t know how long it’d been since she gone to sleep. When her eyes fluttered open again, all she knew was a great pain in her spechaw pwace and a yearning. For her babbehs! Where were the peeps and cheeps? Had they run away since she’d been sleeping when they were born? Unable to stand, stomach a great flap of distended skin and fur, she twisted herself against the floor and went to orient herself to get a look at the nest where her babbehs were.
There were no foals in the nest. Covered in a slick of blood, shit, and various fluids was a large…thing. Mellow didn’t know what it was. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Sticky with secretions, a yellowed white, shaped almost like a ball that she could have fun pushing around. It pulsated with a rhythmic pattern, shuddered, seemed to push against itself.
“Babbehs! Mummah hewp yew!” They had to be in there. FluffTV had never explained babbehs came out in such things but rarely did they discuss anything to do with how they were made or came out. Just the ‘after’, where the babbehs were all cleaned up, cute, and lovable. Flapping her tongue out against the object that had come out of her was all she could do. Giving it wicky-cweanies and an occasional tug with her useless little teeth.
With the attention that it was giving, the object seemed to kick up with activity. Bulging out and straining. Well, Mellow took this as a good sign and fit her front legs around out.
“Huggies ‘fo wittew babbehs. Pwease see mummah naow.” With a gasp of wonder and love, she watched as the object that was being hugged split open, a seam opening out along it. Pushing her face against it, she cooed down into the crack.
“BABBEHS! WUB!” So much love that soon turned to shock. With a wild surge, a seething, teeming carpet of creepy-crawlies poured out onto her. A veritable carpet of black-brown furred eight legged babies of a different sort than she had been hoping for. They poured out over her face and she dropped the egg sac in a hurry, tipping over sideways onto the floor.
There was nothing she could do. They kept pouring out of the sac, a never-ending legion of them marching out against her body. Body too weak to move, horror gripping her heart, she screamed out as the spiders crawled into her ears. Bit at the inside of her nostrils. They settled in against her pretty fur and bit her there too.
“MUNSTAH BBABEHS! NUU…GLRK…HUUUU!” Coughing as the arachnids greedily stole into her mouth and began even biting her there too. Hooves flopping about, she rolled this way and that but no matter where she went they were there too.
What had happened to her foals? Why weren’t they here? Why were munstah buggies numming her!?
“MUMMMAAHHHH!” Cawing out to the woman who was at work. Her body was growing weaker by now. Though they were small, the spiders were venomous. Muscles stiffening up, eyes twitching, she found herself on her side and forced to look at the television. On it was Cinnamummah teaching her babbehs all about sharing nummies. Why couldn’t she be like Cinnamummah? Her babbehs didn’t num her. They sang songs and played with toys. Mouth unable to form words, she gave a rattling moan against the safe room floor as the paralytic agents seized her lungs and stilled her breath.
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“Mellow! I’m home!” Mrs Palmer laid her keys out on the kitchen table, hung her coat up on a hook. Began to busy herself with getting the fluffy’s skettis ready. Weirdly enough, the fluffy hadn’t answered her with a chipper response like usual.
Well. Maybe it had happened. The fluffy had become so swollen over the last few days that it could be possible. Perhaps had to be possible. Casting her eyes down to the floor, the woman took a deep breath. Steeled herself. Perhaps the fluffy would just be sleeping. Walking down the hall to the safe room, she opened the door slowly.
Inside all she couldn’t immediately see Mellow. Impossible: She never left the safe room unless her owner was home. Frowning a bit, she made her way inside.
It stank like shit in here and getting a good look at the ‘nest’ told her way. It was absolutely covered in a stinking mass of poopies. Along with something else. A strange, fleshy object that Mrs Palmer couldn’t recognize. Putting her finger against it, she jerked it away. It creeped her out, whatever it was.
“Mellow…?” She asked in a soft voice. Continued to look around. It took a moment but she found her fluffy. Or what remained of her. A great flap of orange and purple fur that clung to a bundle of bones. Bending down to it, she lifted it’s head up by the fur of it’s mane. Eyes frozen in a death grimace stared back up to her, teeth forced out past lips which had become desiccated. The entirety of the fluffy was nothing more than a husk which was as dry as a cicada shell, as if she’d been kept out in a desert for many months. Giving a scream, she tossed the fluffy back against the wall. Her head popped off with a dry crack and went rolling across the floor.
Mellow’s ‘babbehs’? Nowhere in sight. Mummah had given them lots of nummies even better than miwkies though.
