King of the Fluffs- Life of a Dull mare 2
The next morning Leaf woke up some time later to find her special friend, Buddy, a dark brown wingie stallion with a near black mane and tail enter their chamber. Leaf spoke in a soft and still sleepy voice.
“Specaiw fwen’, babbehs am hewe.” Leaf did her best to slowly sit up, trying not to disturb her foals. Buddy sat in front of the nest and inspected the family. Immediately Leaf said.
“Tuu guud babbehs an’ tuu bad babbehs. Guud babbehs wike daddeh.”
She showed him the two sleeping colts huddled together and then pointed to the fillies behind her. Buddy stared in admiration of his new brood. He puffed out his chest in pride as the warm feeling built in his chest.
~Buddy’s story was similar to Leafs. Born in a feral herd his father was a runaway who snuck out of his home after seeing a feral fluffy herd with lots of pretty mares. Unable to resist the booty call the foolish stallion left behind the safety, comfort, and entertainment of his home. Much to the owners frustration. And once the stallion had a special friend and babbehs all the lessons from FluffyTV of accepting fluffies of different types and colors were gone like him leaving the house. His special friend, Buddy’s mother, told him that poopie babbehs were poop-eaters and fluff-cleaners. And it seemed like Buddy’s fate was sealed, given little food as a newborn until a Dull herd patrol came and stormed the pretty herd. Some pretty fluffies escaped, some were captured, and any surviving foal was taken back. Buddy was a colt by then, and like everyone else in the Dull herd he was given his name by the herds three leaders. One of them was an alicorn who used to be with the humans and thus knew the name ‘Buddy’.~
Leaf and Buddy knew one anothers backstory after sharing them to each other. Like every member in the Dull herd they understood each other’s pain. Leaf didn’t hesitate as she asked.
“Wha’ gon’ du wiff yewwow an’ pinkie babbeh?”
Buddy sighed this was a question that was bound to come Sooner or later. When a pretty colored foal was born to parents of the Dull herd the parents were usually the ones to decide the foals’ fate. Sometimes it would be difficult and so the decision was given to the leaders. A couple of times a Dull mare would ask to spare their pretty foals for the sake of a mummahs love. This of course the leaders understood, but the rules still stood. After all, it was the pretty fluffies that caused all of the poorly colored fluffies their pain. And if the mare who wanted their foals spared defied those rules would have their pretty foals ripped from them and fed to the cannibals.
Buddy snapped out of his train of thoughts when Leaf pointed to the hot pink filly. “Dis babbeh wook wike Weafs mummah. Haf pointy tuu.”
Buddy saw the dark look in Leafs eyes and immediately understood. He finally spoke. “Du speciaw fwen’ wan’ Buddy tu git wid ob babbeh?”
“Nu.”
Buddy cocked his head slightly. “Nu?”
“Weaf nee’ tu tink wisewy ‘bout dis.”
In truth Leaf was mad at the foal for looking like her mother, causing traumatic memories to resurface. But Leaf was smart enough to know that it wasn’t the chirpy babbehs fault. It was only a little babbeh, but Leaf also knew that foals who are red and pink had a chance of growing up to be meanies. Especially the ones with horns. Leaf knows how it goes, this was one of the many things she was taught. To always be wary of pink and red fluffies because they were most likely to be mean smarties, horn or not. It would start off with frantic and angry chirping, instinctually puffing their little cheeks and their teeny faces getting red with angries. When their eyes opened and they would start walking around they will use their hoofsies to thump and hit their siblings and parents, demanding Miwkies and warmies like they were entitled to it. And when they learn to speak they voice their demands. “Miwkies!” “Nao!” “Bad!”
And it would only get worse when they grow up. Leaf snapped out of it. She’ll make sure her pink babbeh won’t grow up to be such a brat. She won’t give her foal forever sleepies, but she’ll make sure the babbeh learned its place.
Leaf looked to Buddy. “You am guud speciaw fwen’. Buddy an’ Weaf wiww teach babbehs tu be guud.” Not leaving the nest Leaf leaned forward or nuzzle Buddy. Buddy got the hint and scooted closer. They rubbed their snouts and cooed.
“Weaf did guud. Am sowwy fo’ nu be hewe fo’ bigges’ poopies.” Buddy said, nuzzling Leafs neck.
“S’otay speciaw fwen’, Buddy am gon’ be bestest daddeh. Am bestest speciaw fwen’.” Leaf cooed.
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The next day Buddy was out with the gatherers watching out for monsters and potential other fluffies while the gatherers were looking for nummies in the woods.
Leaf was safe in the chamber, pulling out old clumps of fluff and sticking them in the nest to further make the nest more snug for the foals. All four babbehs were sleeping in a pile keeping each other warm, their mummah was right next to them. Leaf ate some nummies, root, leaves, green grass. Her favorite were dandelions. It wasn’t long until her foals began wiggling about in their soft nest.
“Peep peep, peep, cheep.” The hot pink chirpy called out, already hungry again.
“Peep, cheep peep.” The yellow chirpy was hungry again too.
Leaf ignored them, if they were hungry they could wait until their brothers had Miwkies first.
“peep. Peep chirp.” “peep chirp.” The blueish-grey and dark brown colts began joing their sisters in a chorus of chirps. All were hungry.
“Chirp, chirp.” The dark brown foal began following his nose to his mother. Leaf smiles and scooped him up and licked his face. “Coo, Miwkie time.”
She gently placed him down and placed his grey brother on the other teat. Immediately both colts gummed and squished down on each nipple and greedily drank their fill. Leaf sat back and began humming that song all fluffy mummahs knew. “Hm-mm hm hmhm, hmhm hm hm-mm…”
“cheep cheep. Cheep peep.” The hot pink filly chirped, whether it was replying to the song or chirping for milk, Leaf continued her humming tune. “hm-mm hm hmhm, hmhm hm hm-mm, hmhm mm mmmh, mh-mm mm-hm…”
Hm-mm- mummah
Hm- wub
Hmhm- babbehs
Mm- dwink
Mmmh- miwkies
Mh-mm- gwow big
Mm-hm- an’ stwong
“Peep! Peep peep! Cheep!” The pink chirpy babbehs chirps become more angry and her little face becomes red. Leaf ignored her and watched as her colts used their forelimbs to pay her teats to get more miwkies into their hungry mouths. Finally they have their fill and Leaf places them near her hip and curls her tail over them like a blanket. Leaf guided her fillies to each teat. To which both, especially the pink one, nums with haste. Leaf counted.
“Wun, tuu, twee, fo’, fife, seex.” She pulled the fillies off. The pretty chirpies flailed their stubby little legs and try to reach to get more milk. “Dats enuff Miwkies.”
Leaf put her fillies down right with their brothers and wrapped the fillies in her tail, then picked up the colts and leaned back to let them crawl on her belly and chest fluff. The foals wiggle and cling onto her.
As Leaf watched and cradled the chirpy colts, the hot pink chirpy began using her stubby little legs to propel herself around, managing to crawl away from the warmth of her sister and Mummahs tail and followed her nose to between her momma’s legs to the precious Miwkies source. The pink chirpy babbeh is rewarded and squished down in a nipple. Instantly Leaf felt this and put her chirpy colts down. The colt chirp and squeak in protest as they’re let go from there warmth. Leaf looks down scoldingly at the hot pink chirpy. With a front hoove Leaf pried the greedy filly off her tear and sent her rolling out of the nest. Immediately the fully squeaked and cried, already chilly and unable to regulate her body temperature. Crying out for warmth and comfort and milk.
“Peep! Peep peep peep! Cheep! Cheep cheep chirp!”
Frustrated Leaf used her hoofsies and bopped the chirpy on the snout. The foal chirped up a storm after that.
“Cheeeeep! Cheep cheep cheep cheep! Chirp chirp chirp!” The fillies stubby limbs flailed. Her face getting red. Leaf was feeling upstand so she leaned down and spoke to the chirpy babbeh in a harsh tone. “Bad babbeh! Bad babbeh am miwkie thief! Git tiny Miwkies nex’ time!”
She let the filly cry and shiver and struggle for a few more minutes before picking it up and placing her next to her siblings. The pink unicorn cried for a few minutes before calming down a little when feeling the warmth of her siblings. Leaf sighed. She then laid down in a sphinx pose and grabbed her son’s by the scruff, to which they cry in alarm, and set them on her back. Eventually they settle down and snuggle under the scruff of her neck. The fillies soon dozed beside her. And so does she.