John and Bella #14
John, Bella and blueberry were sitting in John’s screened in back porch. It had just finished raining, and the sun was running its way through the now weakened rain clouds. Wind lazily napped in and out of the trees, and there was no sounds except nature and the occasional giggle.
It’s been two weeks now, and Bella is ready to give birth at any point. John started getting more and more tense as the days drug on, which is why they’re sitting on the porch. John had started giving the fluffies “porchie time” in order to give every one some more room to breathe.
The fluffies loved it. They loved everything life had for them right now. John envied them in that sense. So innocent and pure, blissfully unaware of life’s brutal unfairness.
The sun started going down, and the fluffies knew that meant it was time for bed.
Blueberry hopped off johns lap, and waited patiently at the door, waiting to be let in. John stood up, set Bella down and began to open up the door when all the sudden he heard:
“SCREEEEEEE!! BIGGEST POOPIES DADDEH! BABBEHS AM CUMIN!” Wailed Bella.
“FUCK!” Said john.
“Blueberry, go inside to the saferoom and wait for daddy to come get you.” Asked john.
“Nu daddeh! Bwuebewwy am nee be wif speciaw fwend!” Defied blueberry, cheeks puffed out.
“You get your ass inside before I break your fucking legs.” Demanded John, venting his long pent up frustration with his new fluffy.
“huff fine daddeh.” Whined blueberry, stomping his way inside with attitude.
No matter how this went, he was getting a sorry sticking for that.
“DADDEH! HAB BIGGEST HUWTIES! BABBEHS NU HUWT MUMMAH! PWEESE BABBEHS!” Cried Bella.
John wasn’t an idiot, he knew birth would hurt but something already seemed off. She was clearly seething in pain but upon inspection, was hardly even dilated yet.
There was a pit in johns stomach, but he pushed it down and began to do his best for his fluffy.
“It’s okay girl!” Said john, in a calm voice, kneeling down towards her.
She looked up at him with the most pain he’d ever seen on a fluffies face. She bit her lip and held back her tears, trying to be strong. John saw fear in her eyes as the situation became ever more real.
“Just push baby! You can do it!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEDADDEHSCREEEEEEEEEEE!!! BABBEH AM CUMIN DADDEHDADDEHHELPSCREEEEEEE!!!” Thrashed Bella.
“Bella you need to stay still! You will hurt your babies!”
“WAI BABBEHS HUWT MUMMAH?! MUMMAH WUB BABBEHS!! NU MOWE HUWTIES BABBEHS PWEESE CUM TU MUMMAH FOH WUB AN MIWKIES!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
John crawled to the back of Bella to see she was crowning her first foal.
With a few more screams and pushes, out dropped a little alicorn colt with grass green fluff and a honey colored mane and tail. He was actually… Wow, actually decent colors. And he began peeping and chirping upon leaving his mother.
John brought the foal to bella.
“Look bella! It’s your first baby! Make sure to give him lickie cleans!”
“Mummah grrrunt wub babbeh! Gib Babbeh tu mummah!” John held their foal gently in front of bella, who she licked clean despite the pain and bitter taste. She declared him a good baby, which meant, essentially, Bella had her first happy foal.
John sat him in a little old basket stuffed with old pillow stuffing. It was warm and comfy, and the foal laid there resting, waiting for its brothers, sisters, mummah and daddeh for cuddles. It was a beautiful start.
“DADDEHHEWPDADDEHHEWPNYUBABBEHSCREEEEEEEE DADDEH IT HUWTS IT HUWTS TU MUCH!”
“You can do it bella just keep pushing!” John said making his way back to bella.
He saw she was almost done pushing another baby, and when it hit the floor… John didn’t know what to think.
It was peeping and chirping, which was good. The fillies colors were pretty bad, very dark green with a not much brighter mane.
What worried John was this was clearly already a runt. She was easily half the size of her brother, and her brother was already on the smaller side to begin with.
John was a tiny guy, and he could fit easily 3/4 foals her size in his hand. Just BARELY above adolescent micro fluffy size.
John gave the fluffy for bella to sniff.
“Am a gud babbeh grrrrouchies buh am vewy widdwe babbeh.” Affirmed bella, after licking it clean.
John sat her neatly close to her brother. They cooed and chirped in comfort, forming their first fluff pile.
Bella had birthed another foal by the time john had got the other two situated and comfortable.
It was another filly, a unicorn with almost the exact same color scheme as her father, but with a slight tint of deep gold hiding away in there. She was awfully pretty, but the same size as her sister, and was chirping and peeping very weakly.
When john held the fluffy up to bella, she began huu’ing.
“Dis… Dis am stiww gud babbeh! Jus… Jus anoder wittwe babbeh.”
John nodded, letting bella make all the motherly decisions. If she wanted to keep this one, he’d allow it. He promised her he wouldn’t give her babies any hurties, so he intends on keeping it.
“DADDEH! HAB MOWE BABBEHS!! SCREEEEEEEEE BABBEHS PWEESE CUM OWT! YU AM GIBING MUMMAH TU MANY HUWTIES!”
Another foal slid out with a thunk.
There wasn’t any chirping, or peeping or even any wiggle around.
It didn’t take an expert to tell it was stillborn.
“Pweese bwing nyu babbeh tu mumma foh wickie cweans daddeh?” Asked bella, unaware of her child’s fate.
John carefully cradled the foal in his hands and showed it to bella, who licked it clean.
“Babbeh? Wai nu chiwpies babbeh? Make chiwpies fo gud mummah? Nu wub?”
John shook his head. He didn’t know what to say.
“She is forever sleepies, Bella. You knew this may happen.”
Bella just bawled. From the pain and from heartbreak. John could tell she just didn’t want it to be true.
She gave birth to two more foals, each one just a dead as the last. Bella was heartbroken by the end of the catastrophe.
John reminded her of still living foals, and how her crying could scare them. They need their mommy.
Bella sniffled, and shifted her gaze to meet johns hands. He was gently stroking the foals soft, short, newborn fluff.
Maybe there was a hint of sadness in the air, but john couldn’t help but be in awe of these new foals.
They were toys, sure, and many felt they were a testament as to why you should not play god.
But john was enamored. This was peak genetic engineering. And also, he was just proud of his fluffy. Digging herself out of the trenches and being prepared to face a new challenge despite any consequence.
Bella shuffled over to john to gaze at her new foals. She was equally as amazed, but for much more simplistic reasons. The main two being “babbehs am su pwetty! Wub babbehs!” And “mummah wub babbehs!” John didn’t blame her, he was ecstatic for her.
“Hewwo pwetty babbehs.” Said bella, still crying, but managing a smile.
“Am ou mummah. Mummah wub babbehs. Awe babbehs am su gud babbehs. Wiww du anyfing foh dese babbehs.” Said bella.
She looked up at john, with a smile still fighting on her face.
“Gud babbehs, daddeh? Daddeh wike babbehs?”
“Yes, darling.” Said John, now choking up and being unable to hide his tears.
“They’re all the best babies. And we can keep them here forever.” John knelt down and kissed the top of Bella’s head.
“How does that sound?”
Bella looked down at her foals, nuzzling together, cooing and sleeping softly.
“Da bestest daddeh. Sound wike bestest fing ebah daddeh. Pweese bwing tu widdwe babbehs tu mummah. Nee miwkies fiwst, den biggest babbeh.” Asked bella.
John obliged, and was dumbfounded at Bella. He had heard about how fluffies hate runts, alicorns, brown foals, etc. but Bella was behaving the complete opposite. He was actually pleased with his decision to let her keep and raise the foals.
“Dewe yu gu babbehs. Dwink aww da miwkies babbehs nee!” Said bella, nursing her foals and nuzzling her other foal.
“Stay right here, I’ll go get blueberry.” Said john, completely forgetting the incident from earlier.
He brought blueberry outside, and he began tearing up in amazement upon seeing his special friend and his new babies.
After some time of letting the new family nuzzle, john decided it would be best if he let the mother and father grieve their lost foals.
“Here, give me your babies. I’ll hold them and keep them safe. I promise.”
Bella trusted john, and let him pick up the newborn foals after they had all been nursed. He sat them down in the basket he had made them, carried Bella over to the foals who were laid neatly down side by side on the other end of the porch while blueberry followed.
“Poow babbehs.” Whimpered blueberry, tears beginning to fall down his fluffy cheeks.
“Dey am stiww gud babbehs.” Whispered Bella, beginning to tear up as well.
“Gud babbehs nee namesies speciaw fwend.” Said blueberry, hugging Bella with one arm.
“Speciaw fwend am wite.”
“Dis wittwe Babbeh namesies am… Bwuebewwy!” Said bella, licking blueberry’s cheek. The foal itself wasn’t identifiable as a a colt or filly, Bella just wanted to be nice to her special friend.
“Dank ou speciaw fwend. Dis babbeh am bewwa!”
“An dis babbeh am jawn. Am babbehs Gud babbehs. Nee gud namesies. Eben fowebah sweepies babbehs.” Cried Bella.
John snuck over after overhearing the grieving fluffies and gave them both a big hug.
“Say, lets all go get some rest. It’s past your guys bed time.”
John carried Bella in one arm and the basket of foals in the other while blueberry followed them to the safe room. He situated Bella in her kit, laid the foals next to her and let them nuzzle close to their mommy, and soon blueberry did the same.
John watched as the all blissfully drifted to sleep.
All was right. All was okay.