Warm… everything is warm… and dark. Yet not scary dark. You don’t know how, but there’s a difference, somehow. Wawas are everywhere too, but not the wawas that are bad for fluffies. There’s a difference with that too, somehow.
You move your little leggies and feel something in front of you. Soft. Then there are muffled noises.
“siwwy bebbehs, nu gib mummah sowwy hoofsies!”
You don’t understand these words, but you have heard this voice before. It sings to you. Songs. Mummah songs. The voice calls itself Mummah. You know those words. You drift back asleep as she starts to sing again.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!”
You are shaken awake; you want to cry out but can’t. Something pushes against you. Something soft like you. As your hooves meet it, it feels like it is shaped like you. This must be one of the brothers and sisters your mummah mentioned.
You are jostled back and forth. The soft wall begins to squeeze you and your siblings. You keep trying to cry but the wawas keep you from opening your mouth. It gets tighter and tighter, and then…
Cold. Hard. Wet, the bad kind. Your eyes are closed but you can tell it is brighter.
“Spechow fwen! Pwease bwing bebbehs tu mummah!” The voice was no longer muffled.
Something pinches your neck, the pain surprises you. So much so that you take in your first deep breath. And then you cry out.
“Peep! Peep!” There are no more wawas to keep your mouth shut and you begin to let out all the cries you had wanted to for many forevers.
“Dewe dewe bebbehs! Nu cwy! Mummah am hewe wit wicky cweanies!” The mummah voice said. Something soft grabs you, hooves, and you feel something warm and wet brushing your fluff. Despite the thing brushing you being wet too, the cold wawas go away and you feel much warmer now.
The sensation stops, and you are lowered. It feels like falling and you start to peep in fear again.
“Am otay bebbeh! Time fow miwkies!”
Your face is pressed against something warm and soft but not soft like hooves or fluff. A little nub finds its way in your mouth, and you instinctively bite down on it and suckle hungrily.
You didn’t feel it until now, somehow, but you are so hungry. A flood of deliciousness fills your mouth, and you begin swallowing greedily. You never want to let go.
Another foal is set down beside you and it too begins to suckle. You feel it bump into you as it wiggles and kneads at mummah’s milkie place.
The hooves grab you back off and you peep in protest.
“Dat am nuffsies fow now bebbeh! Nee chu shawe wit bwuddahs an sissies!”
Soon you are picked up again and placed in a pile with all your siblings. This feels familiar, somehow. You feel mummah next to you, and something called daddeh on the other side.
“It am sweepie times nao bebbehs! Wub yu su manies!” Mummah says.
“Hab biggest heawt happies! But nee chu make sweepies nao!” Daddeh says.
You drift off to sleep again as mummah sings a song to you.
Cold… wind wistles through your fluff. The sound it makes is scary and you peep in fear.
Mummah’s hoof scoops you up. “Dewe dewe bebbeh… nu hab cowdies…” She mumbles half asleep. “Mummah keep yuu wawmies undah fwuff…”
She places you right up against her milk place. Your stomach grumbles, but before you can grab hold, another foal is pressed up against you, then another, and another.
“Aww bettah…” Mummah mumbles. Then rolls to cover you all.
This is better. Much warmer. Even if you can’t get milkies. Or move.
You try to fall back asleep, but something feels wrong. You call out to mummah. peep barely any noise leaves your mouth.
Panic fills your body. You don’t understand this feeling and try to flail, but your legs are held down by mummah and your siblings.
You try peep again, going to take a deep breath. You can’t, somehow.
You wiggle and peep as hard as you can, but it is not enough. Mummah mumbles in her sleep ignorant to your sorrow. Your siblings beside you also struggle.
Something begins to wash over you. Like sleepies, but not good. Somehow. You try to fight them in terror. Knowing these were not good sleepies.
Then… Dark… Everything goes dark.
Thus ends the life of a litter of foals in an alley some cool autumn night. A new mummah’s inexperience dooming her children.
Story brought to you in part by: me almost strangling myself in my sleep the other night.
