Something is wrong. Your tummy-babbehs feel different, like they disappeared. You don’t know what it means, but you can’t focus on that right now, your tummeh is hurting as well and that takes priority. You’ve been searching for forever and haven’t found anything yet, it’s only made more difficult by your size, barely able to walk without your soft tummeh scrapping against the hard ground.
Finally! You find a tipped over trash can and the smell of nummies fill your nostrils. Your tummeh growls as you hobble over to the black bags. You never understood why such nasty nummies were inside bags. The only other nummies you’d seen in bags were kibble but you haven’t had that in so many forever you don’t even remember the taste of them. After tearing the bag apart and eating whatever mummies you could stomach you try and head back to your shelter.
It’s getting harder and harder to walk with each passing day. Thankfully you were able to find a bag full of good nummies that you’ve been stashing in your box. Your hooves barely touch the ground now and when you walk you can feel you’re fluff getting caught in the concrete. Your tummeh babbehs will be here soon though and you can’t wait to see them, ever since that time something felt off you’ve been getting antsy. What if something happens to them what if they aren’t pretty cause the nummies you gave them. The thoughts always race through your head. It makes you wish you never ran away to begin with but it’s too little too late for that.
You miss you’re special friend he was so nice. He went forever sleepies trying to save you from a munstah. Now that your about to give birth though you wish he was by your side more than ever. The pain in your tummeh is almost constant now. You know you’ll be giving birth soon but you just don’t know when yet. You hope the babbehs come soon you’re so excited to meet them but mainly you want the pain to stop, they shouldn’t be giving their mummahs hurties but they are and it breaks your heart little by little.
Your in so much pain! You’re having the biggest poopies of your life and they hurt so bad. You’ve never experience pain like this, you just hope it doesn’t hurt the babbehs. You push as hard as you can trying to get the poopies to go away when you feel a sharp pain in your special place. You howl out in pain, tears soaking your face, then you smell boo boo juice. Your heart starts racing, you can’t move and there could be a munstah somewhere, but all you can do is keep pushing. The pain in your special place becomes even worse, then it stops for just a second. You hear a wet plop then the pain continues, this happens two more times. Then you hear it, the cheeps of your babbehs, you just had babbehs! Why does it sound so quiet though?
You turn around to see your babbehs. You’re finally a mummah you’re so happy you can’t wait to see how pretty they are. Finally you turn your pained body around seeing all the boo boo juice doesn’t even phase you. Then you see your three babbehs. They are all so pretty, one looks just like you if you had your special friend wings, the other is so pretty you almost get jealous from it, the last is just like your special friend you start crying remembering him. As you get closer and up right to feed you notice something. Only one babbeh is chirping. That’s not right though they’re chirpy babbehs they should all be chirping. You get closer the one chirping is the one that looks like you. You breathe a sigh of relief but it’s quickly replaced with panic. You try to wake up the pretty one but nothing happens, you then try the one that looks like it’s daddeh, nothing. You can feel the tears start to well in your eyes. Why, why won’t they wake up? You try putting them you your teat, maybe they’re hungry they were just born it must be, nothing they don’t react. You know what it means but you tried so hard and lost so much to have pretty babbehs, just to lose them before even having them. You cry all you can do is wail, you were so close to having your special friend back even in spirit, but they were gone forever. You scream wishing for death, wailing ‘wan die’ in between sobs.
“Cheep cheep!”
What. How could you forget! You still have one babbeh the one who looks like you smells like you. You cry again putting your last and only babbeh to your teat. Between choked breaths you sing a song for your babbeh. Letting you know how much you love them and that they are your bestest babbeh no matter what happens.
Short sweet simple and sad.
I’ll probably be trying as many different style of writing or just fun way to right for Fluffmas so be prepared for some wacky stuff.