Foalout 4 – Sanctuary Hill – Chapter 52– Lothmar
Even sundae was not able to contain the urge to proclaim the utterance of ‘biggest poopies’. Between experience of delivering Daisies foals and the two instances the fluff in that area had been cut back and trimmed recently to prevent entanglement and make cleanup easier. Sundae had reservations about getting her tail docked so out of consideration to your special friend director volunteered to keep the tail lifted and out of the way with his telekinesis while the nurse mares worked to help with the delivery. The first four babies were delivered promptly until there was a delay.
“Daisy, feed babehs dat am aweady out dis couwd be pwobem.” Director added changing position with her. Sundae argued because she was supposed to feed her baby’s but he convinced her to focus on delivery first and she’d get to feed them later. After calling in the eyebot, director placed sundaes tail in a hair tie and the eyebots clamp probe held onto it keeping it up and out of the way for him so he could dedicate his focus.
“Wight.” He called and the eyebot shifted to project a headlight for him as he examined closer. He could see the foal that was stuck and projected his force to squeeze past and feel. He soon discovered that the foal was holding onto a sibling. With a bit of blind maneuvering, he was able to pull their grasp apart and the first baby promptly came out followed by the second and the two all but immediately wiggled back together and into a hug.
“Diwectow gwad that am ob~” He added looking over to see more activity. “spoke too soonsies.”
By the end, a litter of Eight healthy foals despite a duo’s lack of trying. Johnson made sure each foal got a little of mothers milk because it was good for bonding and health. In fact he kind of needed to have all three mares work together to ensure all foals were fed.
In no particular order, the huggie twins a White Fillie unicorn and black colt unicorn. A white earthy colt with black spots and a Black earthy fillie with tiny white and caramel hearts dappled on their flank. An earthy colt you thought was bald at first but that was just the fur color. An Alicorn filly with white body and black spots over their eyes and a large caramel heart on the chest that vaguely reminded you of Sundae. A Pegasus filly with caramel orange fluff. . .And one small brown colt.
‘Well they cant all be winners.’ Director thought. Johnson released the hair-tie and the eyebot and the trio commenced with what cleanup they could manage.
To your surprised Sundae cleaned and fed each of the foals with only minimal complaints of ‘nu taste pwetty’ for the brown foal. However she was exhausted afterward and so you’d have to delay your talk about bestest babies for tomorrow. “Am su happy hab such gud babbehs…” Director shared a nuzzle with his mate as she weakly smile before falling asleep.
The petdoor opened and Gentleman entered the room. “It am twue.” He added approaching with soft footsteps.
“Onwy wooksies. Am ou’ widdwe bwuddahs and sissies.”
“Much pwettiew den wastest bwuddahs and sissies…” They added scrunching their nose at the brown speck on the exterior.
Director pulled Gentleman aside. “Behave ou’seIf awound widdwest bwuddah. Ou mummah nu weject dem so dey am famiwy. Diwectow nu hab ou’ being meanie for something as dummie as cowow of fwuff.” Director added with a disappointed sigh hoping his adopted son was better then that.
“Sowwy Daddeh…” Gentleman added rubbing one front leg with the other looking embarrassed.
“It am otay, daddeh stiww wub ou’.” The two hugged. “If needed, diwectow wiww ask ou’ tu be discwete wif disposaw, buh nu befow.” The smarties voice whispered. Gentleman gave a slight nod of acknowledgement as they released as he knew their roll in the herd. Gent loved his daddy, so of course he’d do anything and everything so that his daddy continued to look like a good fluffy to others even if that paled to the glorious image he had in his head of his father.
The act had worked and the nurse mares were none the wiser.
“Diwectow am sowwy… Thought dewe be wess babbehs. Ou bof otay wiff just one babbeh?” The two had tested being milked earlier and while slightly unnerving at first they would not refuse so you had promised them one or two foals. However director felt that sundae would need support with so many foals for certain now.
After a short aside they nodded. “Can peaches and Daisy hab dewe own babbehs wif speciaw fwiends soonah den next yeaw?”
“Weww, wouwd wan hab dem in thwee months at watest. Wan be big fwuffies for wate faww and cowd times. Otay, diwectow hab ou’ speciaw fwiends fixed up fow den as pay.” Director adds holding out his hoof. “An if nu can wait dah uddah deaw stiww stands.”
“Ou’ you.” Daisy adds with a slight giggle snort and a wave of her front hoof.
“Nu kno’ why speciaw fwiends am su wewuctant fow deaw but wub speciaw fwiends so muchies. Nu wan gib heawt huwties.” Peaches as the two top hoof ends and lift them up and down like a hand shake. A custom on agreements that was slowly coming into fashion. Daisy followed with her own shake.
Directors face went blank for a moment. “An dat gib diwectow heawt happies to heaw. Diwectow am wiwwing to wet ou’ change to dah oddah deaw when fix dem back.”
“Weawwy?” The two add shocked.
“Weawwy weawwy. Diwectow think ou’ weawn Wesson was twying to teach. So if can contwoww uwges den Diwectow am otay with four wittews a yeaw. Buh if it wose it’s appeaw an nu wan wisk it, can awso change back again. Gentweman, escowt dem too dah twee pwease.”
“Diwectow stay wif speciaw fwiend fow nao but pwease come back aftew tawkies wif Duwum and Phanes. We go pick out ou’ foals tomowwow after babbehs eat and take nappies in dah mowning. If wan wook nao doh, ask cawmine ow amawanthe to show ou’ to dah pwace so can make choosies den.” The two mares follow gentleman out excitedly ready to rush to find their special friends once outside the house.
Director laid down on the bed on the other side of the foal pile. Seeing a few begin to grumble Director began to sing an old world song as a lullaby.
“Bwue moon ‘ou saw me standin’ awone
without dweam in my heawt
without a wub of my own.
Bwue moon ‘ou knew just what I was dewe fo’
‘ou heawd me sayin’ a pwayah fo’
someone Diwectow weawwy couwd cawe fo’.
An’ den dewe suddenwy appeawed befowe me
Dah onwy one Diwectows awms wiww howd.
Diwectow heawd somebody whispah “pwease adowe fwuffy”
An’ when wooked, dah moon had tuwned to gowd
bwue moon.
nao am nu wongah awone
without a dweam in my heawt
without a wub of my own.
An’ den dewe suddenwy appeawed befowe me,
dah onwy one Diwectows awms wiww ebah howd
fwuffy heawd somebody whispah “pwease adowe fwuffy”
an’ when fwuffy wooked, dah moon had tuwned to gowd.
Bwue moon~
Nao am nu wongah awone
Without a dweam in my heawt
Without a wub of Diwectows own
Bwue moon~
Nao am nu wongah awone
Without a dweam in my heawt
Without a wub of Diwectows own
Directors singing trailed off as the foals began to drift off to sleep. He soon found himself doing the same after hearing a muffled half asleep. “Pwease adowe Sundae…”
Gentleman pulled his ear away from the door and sighed facing forward back to the door to the saferoom, tears trailing down his face.
The memory was much brighter this time.
“Pwease daddeh, shaun wan go wif ou.” This time synth shaun was a fluffy from the start though.
“You’re not going anywhere with me. You’re not my son.”
“Buh nu can weabe shaun, Nu wan fowebah sweepies.” The young foal began to huu and cry. “Am onwy widdwe babbeh.” The colts voice said fearfully as you placed them in the pod that synth retention used for hard wipes. All units had to be wiped before they were scrapped.
Suddenly the whole memory was illuminated in red. “YOU’RE NOT SHAUN! You’re~ not shaun…” The red was gone but it was flowing from the scene to your person and seeping into your chest. You could feel the cracks of your broken heart start to fill. You found your arms trembling while holding the synth in place. “But maybe, that’s okay…”
“Su Daddeh nu gonna weabe Shaun?” They ask hopefully.
“I’d prefer any other name but if you have to be shaun, well you’re your own Shaun… You don’t have to be the son I loved. When you can be~” As he said this the device was now full of every fluffy in sundaes litter, not just the skin tone one. “the children I love.”
As you scoop them in your arms you make your way to the exit and into the light.
“Wub.” The young foals coo.
With a smack they hit the floor.
“You’ll never be rid of me.” Smarty id spat blood from the ground onto the floor of the mindscape.
“No, but we can learn to live together…” Johnson added leaning over the beaten fluffy consciousness. Id flinched until it realized that Johnson was hugging him and gently caressing his fur. “I forgive you.”
“Yeah weww…” Id sniffled. “Smawty nebah ask fow it…” They added sitting up and returning the hug. “Dummie Daddeh…”
The Ego doll simply sat on the edge of the bed of consciousness, but its smile was much more pronounced.