>be a purple fluffy with a yellow mane named Max
>you remember having a daddy. he was a nice man.
>then the herd came… the meanie herd.
>the unicorn that was in charge… he told you all sorts of things
>he said there was a magical place called Spaghetti Land where you could eat and play all day
>Daddy told you yes… there is a Spaghetti Land but he couldn’t afford to take you there
>you didn’t know what that meant, but the herd promised to take you
>they said he was a meanie daddy and a dummy
>you listened.
>you left home with them… but soon it was clear the unicorn, Spanky, didn’t know where Spaghetti Land was
>you missed daddy
>the herd had wandered for many yellow sky balls.
>people would chase the herd from their places, no matter how much Spanky threatened them
>one day you ended up in a place with many good nummies. some you remembered from daddy’s house. tomatoes, carrots, beans…
>but there was so much more! nummies everywhere! it wasn’t spaghetti but it was food! and it was GOOD!
>the herd started to stuff themselves as Spanky bragged how smart he was
>then THE MAN came
>he was mad that the herd was there. he told you to leave.
>Spanky said it was your land now and said he’d give big hurties if THE MAN didn’t go away
>THE MAN didn’t like that at all.
>he took a stick and beat Spanky over and over. Spanky howled and cried and finally stopped moving
>you don’t know if he took the Long Sleep or if he just had really bad hurties
>then THE MAN started to come after the other fluffies
>everyone ran in a different direction
>that was how you came to be with Diamond
>Diamond is a pretty filly. she seems too young to have babies but Spanky said she was ready
>she cried when Spanky gave her the good feels but when her belly started to get big she was happy she would have babies soon
>that was… a bunch of yellow sky balls ago
>Diamond can barely walk now. you have to roll her most of the time. sometimes she gets dizzy and makes mouth yuckies
>still, Diamond seems to like you and thanks you for taking care of her
>you’ve wandered through the Big Green. there were many trees… more than you had ever seen
>but now you see fields stretching far into the distance. some have big tall plants with green things growing in them
>it sort of reminds you of corn, but thats not what corn looks like… is it? corn is yellow!
>other fields have short plants… you dig some up and find sweet red round roots
>you’ve never had them before but they’re yummy!
>“muh… max… max… dimun haff big poopies!”
>why is that your problem? make big poopies, whatever. you’re more interested in these red things…
>“eeeeeeeeee! hunnnggghhh!”
>you hear a plop and then diamond starts squealing in joy!
>“babeh come! babeh come! max hewp wiff babehs!”
>oh! babies! you hurry over and pick up the foal with your mouth and place it next to diamond’s head
>it doesn’t taste pretty but you know it’s what you have to do
>she starts licking it clean. the tiny foal starts to chirp. you know what that means… it’s hungry
>diamond places him at her teat and it drinks hungrily
>“eeeeeee! notha babeh!”
>this one seems to get a little stuck coming out, tangled in diamond’s dirty fluff
>you carefully pull little bits of fluff from the baby’s sticky body and manage to pull it out all the way with your mouth
>like its sibling, diamond cleans it and places this one, a filly, on her teat
>“haff bootiful babehs, dimun!
>“dimun wuv babehs…”
>she starts to sing some sort of song as they nurse silently. you look down at them and smile. it’s like your own little family!
>“hunnnngghhhh! eeeeeeeee! notha babeh come! max hewp!”
>this one slides right out… and it doesn’t seem right
>this babeh doesn’t have legs. just tiny nubs that move back and forth
>it’s smaller than the others, too. a little gray thing
>still, a baby is a baby, right? you place it next to diamond’s head…
>“NU! dat dummy babeh! nu wan!”
>“buh… is babeh! wub babeh!”
>“nuu! dat dummy babeh!”
>diamond kicks at the little foal, striking it and making it roll through the grass
>it starts chirping, hungry for milk, for love.
>okay. if diamond won’t clean it, you will
>it does not taste pretty at all, but you eat one of the red things and it makes your mouth taste good again
>diamond stares angrily at the tiny foal the entire time as it flops around helplessly in the grass
>“max cwean babeh… now feed, pwease.”
>“nuu. dummy babeh nu haff miwlkies. dat onwy fo gud babehs!”
>“juss giff miwlkies! dun be bad mumma!”
>“AM NOT BAD MUMMA! DAT BAD BABBEH!”
>now you’re getting mad. it’s a baby. it needs love. it needs milk.
>you do the only thing you can think of
>you smack diamond in the mouth
>“OWIE! why huwt fwuffy?”
>”“yu bad mumma! yu giff babeh miwlkies NAOW!”
>“NUUU!”
>you sit down on diamond’s chest, pinning her down
>“get off fwuffy! get off or giff big owies…”
>“DUMMY MUMMA! YU SHUDDUP AN STAY DERE OR GET BIG BAD POOPIES!”
>diamond looks anxiously at your poopie place, positioned right in front of her face
>she stops struggling and remains silent
>you pluck one of the foals off her teat and put the legless one on instead
>you turn to see diamond grimacing, frowing… she doesn’t want this baby to have any milk
>tough. this one gets milk. whether she likes it or not.
>the tiny baby finally finishes drinking and burps. it spits a little milk up.
>you lick its face clean and the baby chirps happily, trying to snuggle into its mother’s fluff
>“naow get off dimun! nu wan babeh!”
>you pluck the baby off her belly and place it on your own back. it chirps momentarily but then snuggles deep in your fluff
>“yu meanie fwuffy!”
>“yu dummy mumma!”
>“yu go way!”
>“i wiwll go way! dun wan be wiff dummy mumma! you BAD MUMMA!”
>you turn and lift your tail. a single poopie pellet pops out of your poopie place and bounces off diamond’s face
>“NAOW YU POOPIE FACE! HA HA HA HA!”
>you blow a raspberry at diamond and start waddling through the big fields
>it’s been quite a while now. your leggies are really starting to hurt.
>the baby snores slightly as it sleeps buried in your fluff
>you have to… have to rest. can’t walk… any more.
>wait… is that a building? it is! the yellow sky ball is disappearing in the distance… the dark is coming. the cold.
>it has been getting very cold at night
>you don’t dare go near the human place… not yet. not until you can check it out
>aha! a big pile of… what’s it called? hay? straw?
>you barely remember long ago when you lived with other fluffies that’s what mister tom put down on the floor
>sometimes it would smell bad from poopies and bad wawas but it was comfy, too
>it will do for tonight.
>you slowly dig your way into the big pile of straw, careful not to knock the baby from your back
>you finally get to the center of the pile and pull the baby from your back, placing it the fluff on your side
>it nuzzles against you and starts to chirp
>“nuu babeh… nu haff miwlkies… dun cwy…”
>the baby chirps a bit more but thankfully it goes back to sleep
>you sleep as well. for a long time.
>“MOOOOOOOOOOO!”
>you startle awake. what was that? a monster?
>you poke your head out of the straw pile. you see a big black and white thing nearby
>strange… it looks sort of like it has… four teats. like a mumma fluffy.
>did it see you? is it a monster?
>no, it just makes another low, deep sound and eats the grass, flapping its tail
>then you see a human coming! you slowly pull your head back into the straw so he can’t see you
>the human puts a little chair down and sits on it next to the black and white thing
>he squeezes its teats into some sort of metal thing - MILK! YOU SEE MILK! LOTS OF IT!
>there’s enough for an entire HERD!
>the human picks up the metal thing and his little chair and walks away
>you wonder…
>if that’s milk…
>you look at the foal laying on the straw underneath you. it starts to chirp again. it’s very hungry.
>you have to try.
>you pick up the foal with your mouth and carefully walk over to the black and white thing. it doesn’t seem to notice you
>you lick your lips… maybe… maybe just a taste. to make sure its okay for the baby, of course
>you suckle on the big creature’s teat. it makes another low, loud sound and flaps its tail but doesn’t try to give you hurties
>you taste fresh milk flowing into your mouth… it’s SOOOOO good, it reminds you of when you were a baby
>you… just barely remember mama. she was a good mama but mister tom took you from her. mama cried…
>enough. you know instinctively milk isn’t good for adult fluffies.
>you hold up the baby with your front hooves and let it drink
>it suckles hungrily from the big creature’s teat. coughing up some milk after a short time
>“dun dwink too much babeh… dwink swow…”
>as if understanding you, the foal peeps once and goes back to drinking, taking its time now
>finally it burps and licks it tiny lips
>now… to see if this is someplace you can stay
>its a big red building. you hear the sounds of more of the black and white creatures inside
>you walk around the outside of the building… aha! a loose board!
>being careful not to shake the baby loose you pull the board out and make a fluffy-sized hole
>it’s warm in here. you can see some sort of metal thing in the middle of the place that is making heat
>there are big containers of water and lots of straw for a bed
>and best of all… there are other black and white creatures. plenty of milk!
>it’s perfect!
>you spend the next couple of yellow sky balls feeding the baby and letting it nestle in your fluff
>when its light out you go to the big field and eat the sweet red things
>at night you sleep in the warmth in the human building
>it’s almost too good to be true
>it’s been four yellow sky balls since you arrived. but the baby has barely grown.
>that doesn’t seem right to you… don’t babies get big when they have milk?
>you lick the baby a little. it wiggles its tiny nubs and chirps at you, its eyes barely open
>shouldn’t… shouldn’t a baby be able to speak by now?
>“Well, well, what have we here…”
>the human! you were so focused on the baby you didn’t hear him come in!
>no… this is more important… you have to take care of the baby… you have to!
>“All right, let’s go…”
>the human approaches, reaching out to grab you
>you shrink away, crying at him
>“pwease nu! babeh haff huwties! somefing wong wiff babeh! pwease nu take way!”
>“Baby?”
>the human kneels down and gently picks up the tiny foal
>you place your hooves on his leg, reaching for the foal desperately
>“pwease nu huwt babeh!”
>“Easy… I won’t hurt it…”
>the human looks the baby over and places it back down into the straw
>he strokes the fluff on your head
>“It’s not healthy, fella… it’s sickly. How long have you had it?”
>“dimun haff babeh fo o fifve yewwow sky bawl ago! she nu wan babeh! max take cawe of babeh!”
>the human listens intently
>“Another fluffy had this foal a few days ago and didn’t want it? So you took care of it? Your name is Max?”
>“ya! dimun meanie mumma an nu wan babeh!”
>“Well, it’s a runt… that’s why. You did a good job taking care of her but… it’s sick. It’s not going to make it.”
>“max dun unnastan! babeh get huwties?”
>“It’s… dying. Do you understand dying?”
>you nod sadly. “da wong sweep.”
>“The long sleep. Right.”
>“buh… buh is nu faiwr! widdle babeh du nuffin wong! babeh juss need miwlkies and huggies and WUV!”
>you feel tears starting to drip down your face
>the baby chirps and starts coughing. it spits milk up and gags.
>“nuuu! babeh! nuuu!”
>you jump down from the human and pick the baby up, holding it against your chest
>“pwease babeh… dun take wong sweep! max giff mo miwlkies! giff huggies! giff…”
>the baby gags one last time and stops moving.
>“giff wuv…”
>the baby doesn’t move. you silently place it back in the straw and sit there, tears pouring from your eyes
>“babeh juss wan wuv…”
>“You gave it love, Max. You gave it more love than its mother. You did a good thing. You were a good daddy.”
>“gud dada? if max gud dada den why haff huwties inside?”
>“We all hurt inside when someone we love goes away… takes the long sleep.”
>“huwties go way?”
>“Sometimes… it helps if you just try to remember the good and forget the bad.”
>you nod. “foget bad…”
>“You hungry, boy? Want some food?”
>“haff some wed fings fwom field but yah… still hungwy…”
>“Like the beets, huh? Then you’ll love my corn cakes.”
>“wut bout babeh?”
>“Let’s get you something to eat and then we’ll bury the baby. Okay?”
>“buwy babeh…”
>the human picks you up and strokes your soft fluff, carrying you to his home
>you sadly look over his shoulder at the baby laying in the straw
>you whisper to it “sowwy babeh” and bury your face in the human’s chest
>you were a good daddy… even if just for a little while
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Poor Max, he did what most wouldn’t and tried to help the runt. At least it seems like he’s got a nice life ahead of him.
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What a sweet story good work!
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Another classic, good to know it’s here. Just as heart-wrenching as I remember, though.
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