King of the Fluffs: Life of a Dull mare
Fluffy age cycle
Newborns 3 days
Chirpy babbeh 1 week
Talkie babbeh 2 weeks
Walkie babbeh 2 weeks
Colt/filly 1 month
Adult 6 years
Old 3 years
Mummahs of the Dull herd were very strict with the propaganda. They were raised to believe that they were the key to the herds’ success. According to Bob the army Fluff, the herds leader, he said that thanks to the mares, not only will the herd grow, but the foals will learn their places in the herd, for all had a part to play, even the pretty colored ones.
Mare, dark yellow earthy, special friend, dark brown wingie.
4 foals
Dark brown unicorn colt
Hot purple unicorn filly
Yellow lemon earthy filly
Blueish-grey earthy colt
“Hhhhnnnnnnmggggg! Huuuhuhu!” Leaf the diarrhea colored mare pushed and struggled, heaved and wailed.
“S’otay, mummah.” The nurse mare cooed, trying to calm down the birthing mare as she went behind to see the progress. The nurse mare was a pale sickly green wingie. 30 minutes felt like hours to Leaf, the pain was unimaginable and it was her first ever litter. She sat comfortably in the underground dirt chamber, one of many that was underground and under the old abandoned cabin.
Pop a foal was born, cheeping.
Leaf was comfy and cozy in her chamber, her devoted special friend, one of the herds scouts, would deliver her nummies. Some neighboring mares she lived close with would visit and give her nummies as well. All was well until this very moment. Her tummy babbehs kicked like wild and she knew…her babies were here.
Pop another foal came out.
Once she knew she called out at the top of her lungs for help, it was her first time and she was scared and anxious. Luckily a nurse mare was nearby and came to her aid. The nurse mare was one of many and Leaf wanted to be one too someday, once she raised her babies and such.
Pop this one chirped up a storm.
Leaf heaved, catching her breath, scared and worried about many things. What if the babies go forever sleepies? What if her special friend got hurt on scouting? With all these thoughts she was red and both in rage and in fear.
Pop
Leaf collapsed completely as her body slowly soothed itself of the strain. The nurse mare nudged her face gently. “Yay, yu am mummah noa.”
Leafs panting eased, but the nurse mare nudged her again and even used her body to prop Leaf. “Nu gu sweepies nao. Nee’ see babbehs.”
Leaf sighed in utter exhaustion, but knew the nurse mare was right. She looked at the babbehs laid before her, all cleaned by the nurse mare and huddled together in a pile. All taking their first breaths and chirping out their first peeps.
“Peep. Peep.” “Chirp, peep.” “Peep peep.” “Chirp, peep.”
Leaf took a second to process what she saw. Two colts and two fillies, two with bad colors and two with good colors.
Immediately a hundred thoughts crossed her mind. In the end she sighed and picked up the brown and grey colts. She wanted to imprint a heavier mummah-babbeh bond between them. Wanting her mummah instincts to nurture them the most. She nuzzles them and cooed.
“Coo, hewwo babbehs. Mummah hewe.” She licked their cute tiny faces, their little peeps getting softer. Immediately she placed them down between her legs. Putting them each on a teat. “Hewe babbehs.”
The foals snouts curiously sniffed and booped each of her teats and in seconds they each find a nipple. With their toothless maws they began knawing and gumming the teats and drinking their first ever Miwkies. They started it slow, then they got greedy and suckled with enthusiasm, the sounds of their suckling and the tickle feeling of them nursing made Leaf feel more energetic and happy.
Leaf smiled, she looks to the nurse mare. “T’ank yu, t’ank yu su mush.”
The nurse mare nodded vigorously. “Yus, su happies. Wiww git yu nummies.”
The nurse mare left, Leaf was so thankful to the nurse mare for her help and attentive care. Leaf wondered if the nurse mare was also a mummah, or just good at being a nurse mare and done this many times.
Several minutes later the foals detached. Leaf picked them up and leaned against the earth wall of their chamber home. Leaf placed the newborn colts onto her chest fluff and let them feel around her soft fuzzy fluff until they were happy and settled in. She licked their faces. “Mummah wuv babbehs su mush.”
“Cheep, cheep. Chirp chirp.” “Peep, peep, chirp.”
The sound of the other two foals caught her attention and Leaf cranes her head to look at the other two babbehs. The pretty ones.
She felt her instincts hit her, telling her to tend to them. But she was afraid disturb the other two nestling on her chest fluff getting ready for sleep. That and, of course, the color problem.
The nurse mare arrived, carrying a lot of grass, leaves, and roots in her mouth and on her back. Quickly she laid them next to the mares side. “Nummies fo’ da new mummah.” And as quickly as she came she departed, promising to check in on her later.
Leaf was grateful for the help and understood the mares hurry.
“Peep peep chirp.” “Peep, peep.”
The pretty colored newborn’s continued to instinctively call out their mother, having heard her voice and smelt the milk she gave her other babbehs. She was frozen in place until she sighed and sat up and carefully places her two poorly colored babbehs into the nest crater.
“Peep peep.” “Chirp cheep.” Naturally they cried in protest of their mother putting them down away from her body worth, but then they smelled and felt the clumps of fluff she and her special friend pulled out to make the nest more soft and cozy for the brood. Leaf waited until her two favored colts settled down and fell asleep. She then turned her attention to the other two.
“Peep peep peep.” “Peep peep cheep.”
The two pretty colored fillies cried to her for love and warmth. Leaf found her strenth and stood over them. The yellow wingie filly reminded her of those tasty buttercup flowers she’s sometimes eat. And then she glanced at the hot pink unicorn filly. Instantly Leaf felt a pain in her heart at the sight of the pink one. The spitting image of her mother.
“peep cheep.”
Leaf shook her head and remembered that they were newborns, and they needed her milk right now. She sighed, her instincts telling her to attend the babbehd. She sat on her haunches and guided each to a teat. As soon as they began going and pulling at her teats she kept count of their milk intake. To the highest number she could count.
“Wun. Tuu. Tree. Fo’. Fife. Seex.” She gengerly pulled them off her teats much to their protests.
“Peep peep!” Peep! Peep!”
Ignoring their cries she wrapped her tail around them as she made herself comfortable in her nest and curled around her colts. She was so tired. Exhausted, happy, sad, and even a little upset.
Her mind wandered to her past, thanks to the hot pink filly.
Leaf couldn’t bring herself to sleep, the memories hit her like a stomping stallion.
~she couldn’t remember when she was a chirpy or a talkie babbeh. But she faintly remembered being a walkie babbeh. Her mother was a large well fed Barbie pink unicorn. Leaf was born in a litter of three. She was the only poopie babbeh. And her tummy was sunken in from being starved and swatted away from being fed. Her two siblings had nice round tummies and had loads of energy unlike her.
Leafs mother was a mean mummah, even to her special friend, demanding nummies and making him make the nest nice and to carry her babbehs around–except Leaf. Some would call it bitch-mare-syndrome or smarty-syndrome. But the mare knew how to get what she wanted. She was the bestest babbeh of a runaway mare after all.
The only reason Leaf stayed alive for as long as she did was because her mother’s maternal instincts got the better of her, but only just enough to give Leaf the bare minimum she needed to survive. If not you could rest assured she’d be dead 3 hours after being born. Three days after birth she was constantly shoved away from her family fluff pile. Even when she managed to crawl back her mother would push her away again. Saying threats and insults.
“Poopie gu ‘way!” “Hate yu!” “stupi’ poopie.”
Leafs mother also had a bit of a temper, sometimes Leads other siblings got on her nerves and would pay the price. All except the bestest babbeh who was free of all trouble.
A couple of times her mother would be mean to her just to pass the time. They had no herd and were just a family. The mother would spit, smack, and threaten Leaf. Causing her to gain a fear of loud noisies. Leaf was tired, bruised, and underfed. And her mother forbid her siblings from playing with her. One day, when little Leaf woke up her whole family was gone. She didn’t realize that her mother was disgusted by all the poopies that built around her home and demanded they go elsewhere. So they packed up their foals and left, ridding themselves of a gross nest and a poopie babbeh. Leaf wanted to search for them but she was scared and didn’t have the strength to move around.
Hours later a miracle happened. Four fluffies, all with gross green and dull brown colors marched by. This was a Dull herd patrol group, sent out in search of fluffies and foals who were abused and left to die. And Leaf was saved. Every patrol group had a nurse mare with them in case they came across a starving foal. So immediately when Leaf was rescued she was given life sparing Miwkies. ~
Then they took her to the Dull herd. The Dull herd just wasn’t in the open space. Instead it resided in an long forgotten remains of a cabin. The cabin had a large fence surrounding the house, and the back of the cabin was an old pigpen. The stallions and toughies of the herd used the old cabin as a training ground to teach the stallions and some mares how to fight and defend their home. The burrows that the fluffies and fluffs resided were right beneath the cabin.
The Dull herd consisted of all poorly colored fluffies, all regular and better colored fluffies considered ‘poopie’. But that wasn’t all, cannibal fluffies, barky fluffies. And just regular fluffies of any color that had a disability. Like a deformed limb of a missing ear or tail. There were even a few pillow fluffies. Although they couldn’t do much, they were used to teach the foals the ways of the Dull herd and were well cared for. And sometimes a fluffy or a pretty babbeh would be given to a cannibal fluffy. Cannibal fluffies rarely go hungry in the Dull herd.
Leaf was raised by other orphaned foals and was practically raised by the dull herd.
The pigpen was also given a new use; to imprison any pretty fluffy that was captured by any patrols or guard fluffies. Guarded by Dull herd guards that switched shifts the unfortunate pretty colored fluffies were left to endure the elements and each other. Whether it be a blistering hot day or freezing in the cold times, rainy times, and spooky nights. And they were given little to no food. In fact the Dull herds poop pile was right next to the fence. Sometimes the guards gave them the feces, sometimes fluffies got desperate and struggled through the wired fence just to get a taste. Some would rather die, and rightfully so. The poopie pile wasn’t just for poopies. Some Mummahs of the Dull herd who gives birth to a pretty babbeh, or any patrol that might come across a pretty babbeh, or if a pretty mare in the pigpan gave birth to pretty foals, the pretty babbehs would be either fed to the cannibals or tossed into the poopie pile to die. And if a pretty mare who has a poopie babbeh the foal would be taken and raised by the Dull herd.
The pretty fluffies locked in the pigpen weren’t just left there to die. They were given a use. Some colts or stallions would be let out for a brief period to be used to train the toughies and guards how to fight. Most of the time the fluffy ran and seldom fought back. Either way it was all the same, if they survived the fights and from being attacked by the trainee toughies, most of the time they did, they would be dragged back to the pigpen and suffer their injuries and wait to fight to live another day.
For the pretty mares it was fairly different. Sometimes a Dull stallion would get sexually frustrated and pick a random mare. The guard fluffies would force her out and when she resisted the stallion would hit her and spit insults at her before the mounting. And it would be put on display in front of the caged fluffies. Humiliated and raped. And of course a mare wasn’t always safe inside pigpen either. There was a stallion who would demand to get his way. This causes stallions in the pigpen to fight to mate, fight for dominance and food rarions, and beat up the mare. The guards never intervened, it was an entertaining drama. Sometimes a pregnant mare was left alone and sometimes the pregnant mare was raped and the foals killed.
In other words, it fucking sucks to be a pretty colored fluffy in the Dull herd.
Leaf passed out a while later, cuddling around her two beautiful colts. Behind her snuggling against her warm fuzzy back fluff were her two fillies chirped themselves to sleep. Leaf was already prepared for their fates. Their fates already sealed.