(First attempt at a feral herd story as I map out what I wanna do with Nebula, Going forward)
In the middle of a small clearing, in the middle of a big forest, a white wingeh mare with a pastel pink mane, simply called, Berry, was walking about her herd. She was getting food to make milk to feed her babbehs, not listening to her special friends advice to stay in the den. Her special friend was the Smarty of the herd, and well, he didn’t want her going out, or finding Nummies or anything he deemed to be dangerous. Anyone else would assume he’s over protective but in reality he wanted to keep her right where he wants her.
Unlike other members of the herd, a Black and Grey fluffy, the Smarty, called Smokey, treated Berry like she was the best thing on the planet, next to sketti of course. He made sure none of the toughies even looked at her wrong, or tried to give her special huggies, becuase if they did, Smokey would order the other toughies to give them forever sleepies. Smokey however still gave other mares enfies as well, while Berry had to stay loyal to only him. She sighed as she ate a couple berry Nummies, thinking about asking him if she could explore.
Smokey surveyed his herd. The Nummie finders just got back with what looked like a haul, the designated shit eater was crying like always about his situation, mares were conversing, nurses taking care of foals and so on. Thats when he spotted Berry among them! He scowled, getting off his perch and marching up to her. “Why am Bewwy nu in den wike smawty said?” He asked, looking upset. “Bewwy nu wanna stay in den.”
Smokey looked shocked. Did his special friend really talk back to him!? “Den who watching Babbehs!?” It was true the foals were all alone in the den as they waited for their mother, and no doubt the little shit bestest was stamping his hooves wanting more milk. The other mares wanted to say something but looked down, not daring to provoke his rage towards them, so Berry sighed and said, “Am sowwy Gwassy, wiww hab to finish stowy anudah time.” At her specials friends command, she trudged back to the den.
When she walked in of course she could already hear angry yelling. “BESTESH BABBEH WAN MIWKIES NAO NAO NAO!” Among the two other foals, a filly with Jet black fluff and a pink mane, and a colt with pink fluff and a white mane, was Stone. He was a carbon copy of his father. He had the same grey fluff and black mane as him, and similarly he was a fat little fuck. The pink colt was named Flower and the black filly was Soot. Berry sighed as she sat on her haunches, aware of what was gonna happen once she said the words, “Mummah hab miwkies nao.” Despite being fatter, Stone was much faster than his pink brother and black sister when it came to milk.
As soon as he latched, Berry grimaced. She hated this foal, hated him with ever fiber of her being. If it was up to her, she would have caved his head in long ago. At first however he was just like every foal, cute, chirpy, silly and stumbly, just like Flower and Soot. But it was Smokey. He shoved that dumbass bestest baby bullshit on him all because he looked exactly like him. Now Stone was just a fat spoiled little brat. After what seemed like so many forevers, Stone finally unlatched, as usual he drained an entire milky place. That only left one for Flower and Soot to share.
“Sissie go fiwst, Fwowew can wait.” As usual Flower let Soot drink first. He cared deeply for his sister, since he knew, if Stone didn’t look like Smokey, he would have been turned into the bestest, simply for being a color swapped version of his mom, and after seeing how Stone turned out, he would never wanna be like him. Almost immediately after he detached from his Mummah, Stone laid down to go right back to sleep. It made Flower sick to his stomach. Soot was suckling as Berry cooed at her gently, actually liking the little filly.
Soot was a calm, gentle, fragile little filly. She didn’t talk much, but when she did, it was always with Flower and it was always quiet which is why he commonly leaned forward to hear her. When she was done with her half, she unlatched with a soft, “Fank ou Mummah.” And walked to Flower, telling him it’s his turn. He walked up and looked up at his Mummah with all the love in his little body. She stared right back at him the same way and let him suckle, singing the very well known Mummah song.
“Mummah Wub babbehs, babbehs wub Mummah, dwink mummahs miwkies, gwow big and stwong!” Smokey caught the song as he passed by, smiling, thinking she was singing to the bestesh. Hell no, she’d never sing for the little bastard. She was glad he asleep and couldn’t hear it. Stone was no idiot however. He was aware that Mummah didn’t really talk to him or listen to him much, noooo she wanted to talk to dummeh bwudda and sissie more than him.
Grassy wanted to talk to Berry and finish her story but she knew she wasn’t allowed in Smarty’s den. However if she didn’t step hoof inside, and Berry didn’t step hoof outside, technically they weren’t going against him. So the green unicorn made her way to the entrance, sitting right in front of it. “Bewwy! Wan heaw west ob stowy?” She asked. Bewwy was caught off guard by her voice. She waited for Flower to finish and once the milkie places was empty, he detached but curiously followed his Mummah.
“Ou c-can’t be in hewe Gwassy!” She said. “But Gwassy nu am in den, su is okie.” She was right. Berry was still inside the den, and Grassy was still outside, so Smokey couldn’t say shit. Soot followed after the two and sat next her brother, wanting to listen to the story as well, so Grassy continued. Meanwhile a toughie was watching them. He was tasked with Making sure no one hurt Berry, but was more lax when it came to mares. Afterall, it’s not like a mare could ever hurt anybody right?
After Grassy finished her story, the foals clapped their hooves. “And das why Gwassy hab biggew tummeh! It am tummeh babbehs!” Grassy was ecstatic to be pregnant explaining how gentle her special friend was before Berry had to put a hoof to her mouth. “Gwassy, not infwont ob babbehs!” She said, giggling. It was gonna be a different story for another time.
Babbehs…Soot liked the idea of Babbehs, but she was still a baby herself so it quickly exited her mind the moment it came in. The tuffie watching them smiled softly at the foal, excited to have some of his own. His name was Pine. However he felt something was off. He felt something watching him. It was horny, derped out, Dummeh. Dummeh became his name since that’s all everyone ever called him. He couldn’t exactly tell where Dummeh was staring but he knew he was watching him. As if waiting for him to leave.
Dummeh was always horny for some reason, and he was commonly seen either humping the broken down litter pal or the ground. He had his balls taken from him as precaution to not get mares pregnant but boy did it not stop his libido. Though dummeh could use the litter pal anytime he wanted, bug it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted something more. He wanted something prettier, his derped eyes merely saw colorful shapes and sizes, not details so he would only go for whatever Fluffies colors were prettiest, and right now, Dummeh’s favorite colors, seemed to be Pink and White.
After Grassy left, Berry went back further into the den watching the foals play with eachother, using a little pinecone they kicked around. Dummeh noticed Grassy had left and stupidly tried to teeter his way towards the den, already erect and ready. However Pine quickly stopped him before he could get inside. “Dummeh, ou knyow wuwes, no one bu Smokeh and Smokeh’s famiwy can go in den!” Dummeh’s only reply was, “Buh Dummeh wan spesiaw huggsies!” Derped Fluffies speech was worse than an average one but Pine got the message loud and clear, grabbing his tail and dragging him away.
“NU ou stay way fwom Smawty’s speshiaw fwen! Jus enf wittah paw!” He said, sticking him right behind the litter pal that was huuhuuing, knowing what’s about to happen. “Oday!” Was all Dummeh said, before he mounted the Litter pal and began enfing away. Pine sighed and figured he should let Smokey know about Dummeh’s behavior. He’s been like this ever since Berry gave birth to those foals.
Smokey was in his den currently and finally allowed his foals outside to play but Stone wanted to stay right next to his Daddeh. Curled up and snuggled right next him. Pine stamped his hoof as a way of knocking. “Pine? Entew.” He said, recognizing the mossy green fluff. If not for his strength he’d be considered a poopeh baby with his moss green fluff and brown mane. “Dummeh is becoming a pwobwem gain.” He stated. “Weawwy? Sigh Smokeh fink did would wood happen… What dummeh doin now?” He asked “Enfing wittew paw.” “Ob couwse. Smokeh wiww deaw wit him.” He stood up much to Stones dismay and walked out.
Berry was a little nervous. Luckily the litter pal was somewhat concealed behind a large rock, so no one could see him so luckily her babbehs wouldn’t be seeing the bad special Huggies, but Dummeh was already done and satisfied for now. Teetering back to where he was before. The foals steered way from Dummeh, they didn’t like him already. It was their first time outside the den and they wanted to meet everyone. And they would meet, everyone.