“Eeeee!!! Biggest Poopieeees!!!”
A mare screams in pain as her body pushes out a chirpy foal. Shes an xxl, so her little babbies are not so small, each baby more painful than the last.
“Huu huu! Pweaz babbehs! Nu huwt mummah! Mummah wuv babbehz! Eeeeeee!!!”
She screeches once more as two more little blood covered foals pop out. She wheezes in exhaustion and ends up passing out from pain for a few moments.
The only thing keeping her from completely loosing consiousness, was her 3 little peeping babbehs, who were now shivering and shaking from the cold air in their steel cage.
She weakly manages to scootch over and begins to coo lovingly to her 3 chirpy babbehs, giving them each a moment tp breath while she gives each and every one of them licki cleanies.
She stares in pride at her little bundles of joy, a red unicorn and two purple pegasi. She wished she could only hug them, but she had no front or back hooves. She wimpers a bit in discomfort as she tries tp gently nudge them to her milkie places, but has little luck.
Just as she feels shes about yo start crying, the sound of heavy hkofprimts catches her attention, followed by the sight of her speciaw fwen gently nudging the little babies closer to her milkie places.
He was a big blue unicorn stallion, metal had been painfully welded around his horn in order to make it more deadly.
He was a pkt fighter after all. And she was his mare.
Thankfully unlike most mares and stallions that were paired up, these two actually loved and cared for one another. It was a painfully tough life here, and having someone special like this made everything at least tolerable.
But they both did dream of the outside world. A place far away from the smell of musk and blood.A safe place where they could live and be happy and raise their little ones.
“Aw ou ok speciaw fwen?” the stallion asks gently nuzzling the cheek of his loves against his own and giving a small lick as well.
“Am..am otay.. Just sweepy. Tank ou so muchies.. Babbehs can hab miwkies now.”
The two coo and purr while the stallions lays beside his beloved. He had many scars from many battles, some more fresh than others, and today was no different.
Barely any tine had passed before the stallion was dragged out again for another fight. His speciaw fwen fearing that this time…He may not come back. He was so tired before, and even more tired now.
The humans that kept them subjectively captive did things like this when a fighter was becomming too old or too beat up.
And, just as she feared…Her speciaw fwen didnt come back.
She is left alone to cry and huu, while her three little ones cried and cheeped through the night.
A few days pass, and the little chirpy babbys are starting to crawl around on their own. One of them, a slightly bigger purple one, manages to crawl up and hugs his mummahs belly. He makes happy coos and chirps while nuzzling happily into her fluff, her soft warm fur a comfort even in this dank place. She was happy he couldnt see yet. She was happy they all couldnt see yet. It was far too depressing in this big cage. Thankfully they had the blessings of being in a cage against the wall, anf a small window high above them illuminated some of the room, so mummah could see her precious little babbehs.
The purple one looked just like his father, a pretty purple coat. The other two were a pretty brown and a lovely red color.
The mare coos softly and leans over a bit to nuzzle and lick each and every one of them.
“Nu wowwy babbehs…Sum bwight time…We in betta pwace.. Mummah wiww sav babbehs.”
