- Biggest Poopies!!!
- Oh God… Frutillita you’re already in labor, calm down! I’ll go get towels!
You’re a tummy-baby and just now a great pressure around you shook you, your whole world was moving, the warmth you felt around you was now slowly subsiding, something was dragging you far away from that warmth.
- CHIRP! CHIRP! PEEP!
- Aaaaand… It seems that this was the last, Frutillita.
- Deet Fwutiddita see babbehs! Fwutiddita wants see babbehs too!
- Okey! Okey! Here you are… God, How frustrating you can be sometimes. Remember that you still have to release the placenta so don’t relax y-
- Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mumma, gwow big an stwo… zzz… zzz…
- yet… Well, I guess she must be exhausted from giving birth. I’ll go get clean up, the fluffys’re tender but taking care of them sucks.
A flash blinded you, and you could feel it through your see-places-closed, coldies, damp and rought sensation beneath you. It was all that suddenly came at you like a shock of sensations that you couldn’t understand or process quickly enough to think about what to do.
You felt ‘something’ inside you, a voice telling you that all you had to do was peep and chirp for help, for something or someone you knew would come and take away all those ugwy feelings.
In turn, you felt that you could inhale and breathe; it was something natural for you, but you also knew that you could inhale deeply to make a sound that would alert that being who, in your mind, would come to your rescue and give you “huggies and wuv”, whatever that may be, but you knew it was your only way out.
You inhale with all your strength (what little your tiny lungs allow) and when you are about to scream.
PLOP
Something’s falling on you! It’s kind of wet and squishy, it’s everywhere, and it soaks you with more disgusting juices like the ones you had when you started feeling coldies. You shake yourself and try to call for help again, but the pulpy flesh weighs heavily and prevents you from shaking yourself even slightly. What’s more, it covers your entire snout, not only preventing you from chirping, but also from breathing!
- Frutillita!
- Eh! Ah? Mummah? Babbehs! Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mumma, gwow-
- Frutillita! I told you you couldn’t rest yet, look! You’ve already released your placenta. Let’s clean it up.
- Uhhhh Nu wan! New mummah nu wan giv cweanies to ugwy dhing.
- No Frutillita! I’ve already washed my hands of it, and I don’t intend to get them dirty again. Come on! Eat it, and you can go back to singing to your new babies.
- Uhhhh… otey mummah…
You keep trying to shake yourself off, but you can’t do much, and you’re running out of strength. You need warmth, you need wickie-cweanies, you need miwkies, and above all, you need Mumma’s wov.
Mumma? You hear someone approaching and talking above you, and it’s… it’s Mumma! Mumma came to save you! Now she’s going to give you warmth, wickie-cweanies, miwkies, and lots of wu-
CRUNCH
Pain… That’s all your tiny little foal brain can scream. A horrible, stabbing pain runs through your whole body, or at least what’s left of it, because Mumma just ate your lower half. Why? Why is Mumma eating you? You’re not a nummi! Why isn’t she giving you warmth and love? You want to scream to let her know you’re here, but you still don’t have enough air to even chirp once under all that gelatinous mass.
CRUNCH
You feel more stickiness around you, but this time there is something moving beneath what remains of your belly—it’s Mumma’s tongue! it’s giving you wickie-cweanies? But everything is dark and blurry. No, it’s not licking you, it’s eating you! You’re not a nummi! Why did Mumma put you in her mouth? Are you a bad baby? But you love Mumma! I wish she knew you were here… That’s it! Now you can chirp for help! You inhale with what little strength you have left in your lungs exposed to the world and—
GLUP
- Very good, sweetie. See? It wasn’t so bad.
- Uhhhh biggest poopies nummis nu taste pwetty. Nu dike. It had a stwange taste of boo boo juice and fuff.
- Fluff?
Comment: Sorry if my English is a bit rough. My native language is Spanish. Thanks for reading!