Mummah and the Monster Babbeh Part 2 [by Maple]

“MUMMAH! IT AM PWETTY OWSIDE!!” You were jolted awake by the cry of your blue baby. Cracking your eyes open you could just see the end of his tail sticking out of the pipe that led to your safe den.

You had looked for weeks for a safe place to live, somewhere warm and dry like the wooden crate your mother raised you in. As the days passed, however, you realized you would have to settle. The nights were starting to get cold, colder than you had ever felt before and the food more and more scarce. You had eventually found a pipe sticking out of the ground that you fit into and made it your home. It wasn’t super warm, but you lined it with the many dry leaves available and made sure to sleep against the pipe so your body shielded your foals from it.

“Wait fo mummah, bwue babbeh.” You stretched out your hooves, careful not to disturb your grey baby or the monster baby, and worked your way out of the tunnel. It was a tight fit, you were glad you found this place after giving birth.

“What am spawkies, mummah?” Your blue baby asked, pointing with his hoof.

You squinted at the bright sunlight, waiting for your eyes to adjust. It was very bright, brighter than usual. So bright you could barely see the grass. You frowned, looking at the sparkling white expanse before you. Where did the grass go? There were small tufts still visible sticking up through the white substance.

“Mummah nu kno…” you mumbled. You slowly reached out with a hoof, tapping the white stuff. It didn’t hurt you, but it was very cold. How odd. You had never felt anything this cold. Your memories mostly contained very hot things, they way the black pavement would burn the bottom of your hooves as you walked across it, huddling with your siblings in the small patches of shade you could find, the sticky sweaty itching under your fluff you could never quite scratch.

“Am pwetty!” Before you could stop him your blue baby lept into the white powder, landing with a crunch. “EEEH! COWD!”

You quickly pulled him back into the pipe, holding him tightly to your chest. “No gu outside babbeh. Be gud babbeh, make suwe sissy and munstah bwuddah stay tu.”

Your foal sniffled a little as you set him down. “Otay mummah.”

“Mummah be bak soon, nee fin nummies. Mummah wub you.” You kissed the top of his head before heading out into the white expanse.

You had no idea what to make of this. The white crystals crunched under your hooves as you wandered through it. Where did it come from? Why did it take the grass away? You didn’t particularly like grass but on days you didn’t find anything it was a good emergency food source. It didn’t taste particularly good, but it made good milk for your babies. You dug a little into the white stuff and found the grass to be still there under it, which was good. Digging hurt your hooves though, the cold ache starting to travel up your bones. With a sigh you decided to try the tree place for food. If there were any good trashie nummies by the road they would be buried under the white stuff, better to take your chances on some old berries or nuts.

The trees seemed to repel the white stuff somewhat and you were able to navigate along the patches of bare ground. You hoped your babies were listening to you about staying in the pipe, your blue baby had turned out to be quite the explorer as he grew. You had caught him sneaking out of the pipe many times. Maybe it would have been better to wake your grey baby up and leave her in charge. She was a clever baby, thoughtful but a little slow to act. She was by far the smallest of the three as well, and you worried about her growing big and strong.

That just left… the monster baby. What a strange creature. It took many forevers after your foals were walking and talking for it to even open its eyes, and even now that it could run and play with them it never spoke. Just made its odd yowling noises, they scared you. It was also very hard to get the monster to listen to you, it never showed any recognition when you spoke to it. You thought maybe it was a dummy monster baby. Sometimes when it played it would give hurties to your regular foals, and when you tried to give it sorry hoofsies it just hit you back! You worried about its place in your little family. Your foals loved it as their brother, never showed a moment’s hesitation on including it in their games. It was soft and warm, you found yourself idly stroking its fluff at night while your babies slept. And you did love it, you loved its strange antics, the way it felt the need to leap and tumble and roll. You loved its strange noises, its tiny pink smell place… it was hard to think of the creature as a monster some times.

Lost in your thoughts you failed to notice the other fluffy in your path until you bumped into her. “Eep!”

“Gu way!” The fluffy turned around, taking a defensive stance. She was an older unicorn mare, her green fluff turning grey around her nose and her purple mane streaked with silver. “Dese Needwe’s nummies!” She shouted as she bapped you on the nose.

You fell back onto your butt and felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you held your nose. “Nu huwt! Pwease nu huwt mummah!”

“Den nu take nummies, dummeh!” She spat at you. She was standing protectively over a pile of acorns, one almost as big as she was.

“… dat am wotsa nummies… nu shawe?” You asked quietly.

“Nu!” She lowered her horn at you, glaring. “Needwe nee nummies fo cowd times!”

“Cowd times?” You cocked your head at her. “What am?”

She glared at you for a moment. “Yu weawwy am dummeh.”

“Nu caww dummeh! Am bestest mummah!” Who did this strange mare think she was, calling you a dummy?

Needle slowly raised her head, her glare turning to a look of pity. “Mummah hab babbehs befow cowd times?”

“Mummah hab bestest babbehs. Be bestest mummah. Nu kno wha cowd times.” You snorted.

“Den yu am dummeh mummah.” She sat down in front of her pile of acorns, kicking one over to you. “Cowd times cum, nu wawm fo many foebahs.”

You cautiously took the acorn as she started to crack open another with her teeth. “Why nee wotsa nummies? Needwe nu gu get?”

Needle laughed again. “Nummies gu way soon. Nu gwassies, nu weafies, nu nutties.”

“… But am wotsa gwassies…”

“Sno make gu way. Needwe nee hab nummy piwe befow nummies gu way.” she crunched down the acorn. “Dummeh mummah nee nummie piwe tuu. Ow ewse.”

“Sno?”

Needle snorted. “Whi stuff. Cowd stuff on gwound.”

You looked over at the snow covering the ground. It was very cold, but it didn’t seem dangerous. “Wha am ewse…?”

“Needwe nu hab time tu ‘spwain ebwyting tu dummeh mummah.” She stood and started loading the acorns into her fluff. “Dummeh mummah nee make nummie piwe fast, ow pick fabowit babbeh.”

“…Why?” You loved all your babies equally. Even the monster baby, though scary and strange, was a good baby.

Needle turned to you with a cruel smile. “Mummah nee kno which babbeh to num when no mowe nummies.”

With a scream you turned and ran, Needle’s hoarse laughter echoing behind you.

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mama is in for a rough first winter but at least she is not blindsided compared to others… good luck lil mother gonna need it so work hard!

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My attempt to fore-tell the story is that “Monster Baby” is gunna save the day with a steady supply of alley mice and rats for mummah to eat.

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You better not have the kitten end up dying

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https://fluffy-community.com/t/mummah-artist-mutagen-fluffybooru-id-30711/7539

Was this comic inspiration?

yeah! thanks, i kept forgetting to go find it

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It’s a beautiful piece of art. You’ve been doing it justice.

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