This story begins at the edge of a dog park. The dog park was shut down due to rumors of hidden bombs. This, of course, was not true, just the voices of bored young adults who want entertainment that wasn’t their phones. So, while the city police were investigating the rumor-spreaders and while the park was temporarily shut down, it was the perfect place for fluffies.
The fluffies who came were nomadic, and even though fluffies are as smart as rocks, even they knew this little patch of heaven was dog territory. They would stay, graze, and move on. Especially one particular mare, this mare, a yellow mare, had strayed from her herd to give birth. The herds stallion was a tough leader, and he only wanted the mates to birth His young. The yellow mare has gotten pregnant with one of the toughies. To make matters worse, she was already stressed, a first time mother giving birth, birthing foals that didn’t belong to the herds smarty, and in a dog park resulted in frantic trotting and heaving.
“Huuuuuuuu bigges’ poopies!!”
Plop
The mares hind legs face up as out popped a foal. She spun around. One foal was born, she quickly licked it clean, and then came the chirping.
Cheep cheep. Peep cheep
The mare was granted a small moment of calm and she admired her purple earthy colt. She lay the foal to nurse from her tears. The little colt sniffed, and then, using his forelimbs, discovered a nipple and latched on with ease. Gulping slow The sweet milk his mummah provided. The yellow mare was happy, and grateful for the one foal. Immediately she wondered if she could hide her foal in the herd, keep him safe, and hopefully undetected.
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Surprisingly, her plan worked, her foal survived long enough for his see places to open. The herd had stayed in the dog park, and as a way to keep him hidden, she would pile him with the other foals during the long night, the other foals were the smartys’, and their scent would rub off the purple foals. All was well until a frantic toughie came, a dog has been spotted. Horrified, the smarty cursed himself for letting the herd stay. He ordered his toughies to move the herd, and I’m the panic, foals were misplaced, mummahs picked up the wrong foals, shit strewn everywhere, and then the herd was gone. All except one.
It had been hours since the herd left. The purple foal sat in his rump, mewling and peeping, scared to death by the sudden stampede and his herd leaving. His mummah was gone.
Peep! Peep! Cheep cheep! Cheep!!
“What?”
I woman came by, Lilith was her name. She wasn’t a dog owner, but she used the dog park as a shortcut to get to and from work each day. And she happened to cross paths with this little round thing. The foal hadn’t noticed, his eyes were closed as if he was a chirpy. Chirping up a storm and flailing his limbs as if to warn off any threats.
But the foal was in luck, as it would seem. Lilith was a fluffy owner, whether she was a huge boxer or not, no one knew. Not even her, she was busy working. An office Administrator, and one who loved her job. She owned a fluffy given to her by a relative. The fluffy was a wingie lavender mare who had very recently given birth. After much thinking, Lilith picked up the squealing panicked foal and carried him home.
•
Lilith sat the lavender mare down. The mares name was Petals, and after a long talk, Lilith asked Petals to care for the talkie babbeh.
Petals sat in her nest, looking at her three chirpy babbehs, two colts and one filly, a yellow colt with a horn, I white earthy colt, and a red earthy filly. But then there was the purple colt who was not your babbeh. It was a different babbeh that came from outside. It’s been a few hours since it was brought home and it squeaked and cried non-stop, sobbing and chirping more than her foals, no doubt terrified of it’s sudden change in surroundings. Petals nice owner gently swaddled it and petted it’s eyelids, soothing it until it fell asleep. And placed inside Petals nest. Petals didn’t know what to make of it. She was a mummah, sure, and Lilith told her good mummahs love all babbehs. But …this babbeh simply wasn’t hers. Even still, she lay down for her post feeding nap, still unsure what to do about the foal.
Hours later, the purple colt woke up, he was dried and exhausted of all tears. His snout and see places crusted with smart tears and mucus. He looked around, he was only a talkie babbeh, he could barely talk, much less, walk properly. And he was too tiny to acknowledge that he was adopted and placed in a human house. But he was aware of the new not bruddas and sissy around him. He was used to the scent of different babbehs, but even these babbehs smelled odd. Using his limbs, he crawled forth, snout to snout with the red chirpy filly. And spoke one of the few words he knew.
“Cheep, wub?”
In minutes the chirpy filly lifted her head, eyes still closed, she used her snout and sniffed the stranger in front of her.
Cheep, cheep peep cheep. Cheep peep peep
Unfamiliar with the new smell, the filly squeaked in panic. And soon, her bruddas smelled the new stranger and started chirping in alarm.
Cheep cheep! Peep peep peep!
Cheep peep! Peep!
Peep peep cheep peep!
Petals woke up to her foals cries and looked down, her foals cried in alarm and now the strange cult was chirping too. Confused and alarmed by the sudden cries of the other babbehs.
“Cheep! Cheep!”
Concerned, Petals instincts kicked in, and yet out of curiosity, she grabbed the purple colt and placed him by her teats. The colt stopped crying momentarily, and looked up at the mare that was not his mother. She looked and smelled different, and yet when presented with milk and comfort the colt teared up again, overcome with love and comfort. He latched on, his gums gumming down as he greedily drank. Petals picked up her red filly and licked it to soothe it’s fears, she watched in concern as her white colt latched onto the other nipple and drank to calm down. The yellow colt tried crawling to the other teat, only to be blocked by the purple colt who was kneading her udder and suckling audibly.
The yellow colt chirped with frustration and tried shoving it’s way in for a turn, only for the purple colt to shove it away with his flailing limbs, refusing to give up it’s meal. The yellow foal peeped in protest.
Cheep! Peep! Peep!
Soon the white colt popped off, giving his yellow brother a chance. The yellow colt latched on and Petals traded her filly for the yellow colt. She proceeded to lick him and cook to him lovingly as she waited for the purple one to detach. But the purple foal persisted, suckling milk not just out of hunger, but in need of comfort and to calm down. The filly struggled to nurse from the tear the purple one was on, only to be shoved away as well.
At last, the purple one and the yellow colt both finished, and the red filly hastily crawled forth and gummed down. She was only partially fed from the udder the purple colt was before she finished what was left of the other. Sadly, there wasn’t enough to feed her, only just enough to stop her growling babbeh tummy.
The purple one looked up at Petals, smiling and reaching out his limbs for her, wanting her to hold him and cook to him like his Mummah did. Petals was shocked, conflicted with emotions, as she comforted her young she stared at the peeping colt. It was conflicting enough that he was a babbeh that wasn’t her own. But now he scared her three precious babbehs, he drank twice the amount they drank, he shooed them away when they wanted milkies too. This was a bad babbeh and she would have none of it.
She placed her foals down and wrapped her tail around them like a fuzzy blanket. They cooked and peeped softly, unaware as their mother used her front hood and slowly pushed the purple colt out of the nest and onto the carpet.
“Nu am Mummahs babbeh, nu git huggies.”
The purple colt teared up, he didn’t really understand what she said, but her gesture wasn’t nice.
“Cheep. Cheep!” He reached out for her, instead, she turned away, focusing on her foals, her babbehs. She’ll make sure the purple colt never bothered them again, or took their milkies again.
•
A couple days passed, Lilith worked full time and even pulled extra shifts. She was a formidable worker and was skilled at the computer. But at the end of the day she would come home, exhausted, hungry, and ready for bed. Every evening when she came home from work, she would refill Petals water and food, now giving her extras due to the fact that Petals was caring for a bigger babbeh. Then Lilith fed herself, showered, and went to bed. Lilith would also provide Petals with pets and hugs before bed, unaware of the situation.
The purple colt sat alone on the carpet, sitting between the litter box and Petals nest. He lay there, starving. On wobbly legs, he again hobbled to the nest, and struggled to lift his head over the lip of the soft nest.
“Peep peep! Miwk! Peep!”
Petal looked down at the foal, who was a threat to her foals milk supply. She attempted to feed him again the previous day, her maternal instincts getting the better of her and she responded to his cries. But the moment he latched on, he gummed down hard, hugging the nipple as his life depended on it. She had to used both limbs to pry him right off and she cast him away.
Now here he was again, crying for milk, and she wasn’t having it.
“Miwkie thief.” She spat and turned away, her back almost completely facing him. She busied herself with her foals, watching as they nursed, switching them and making sure they each as a turn, ensuring their tummies were full of milkies. The purple colt could smell the sweet, creamy milk and his tummy lurched, he wanted milkies, but she wasn’t giving I’m any.
And later, when Lilith gave Petals her Nummies, Petals left the nest to feed. Apart from hunger, the purple colt was lonely, he craved for the loving coo’s and hugs of a Mummah, for nice lucky cleans. He was still too young to understand, still too young to comprehend her words, but her tone and the lack of milkies or love was distressing on the crying colt. Somehow, with effort, he crawled and rolled into her nest and attempted to join the warm, fuzzy, sleeping fluff pile. Suddenly, Petals appeared, and she picked him up by the scruff, which was choking and straining to the poor wiggling colt, and she placed him unceremoniously on the carpet and away from her foals.
“Bad babbeh. Stay 'way fwom Mummahs Babbehs. Miwkie thief.”
The foal would curl up and cry in alarm, the tone in her voice scaring him, he made scardy pees and poops that were the size of sesame seeds. He cried until he fell into sleep.
•
Two more days passed, the colts weight was slipping. Petals never fed him the past two days. The little purple foal would chirp, he would sob, he flailed his limbs. At one point he got so upset he cried. “Peep! Gif miwk! Bad!”
Petal was shocked and angry, how dare this foal yell at her? In anger she climbed out of the nest, and with a forehoof she swatted him, knocking him to the side and spoke in a harsh tone. “Bad babbeh! Nu steaw miwkies! Dummeh babbeh!”
She turned and returned to her nest, cooing and snuggling with her foals, who’s eyes would open soon.
The purple foal stated laying on his side, mewling, peeping, and clutching his growling tummy. He was chilly, hungry, sad, and scared. All these emotions didn’t do well for a tiny talkie babbeh.
Currently, he chirped weakly, it was already the third day. He couldn’t stand the pain, the hunger any longer. It was late, Lilith was dead asleep in her room, Petals was squeaking slightly in her sleep and sleeping on her side. Her three beautiful babbehs were all snuggled in a fluff pile. And the purple colt crept ever-closer. Starving, cold, lonely.
It took so much effort to climb into the nest, he almost gave up, but the hunger droves him to strain and crawl forth. At last, he crawled forth. But not without stumbling against the pile of chirpies. The red filly awoke, startled by the sudden movement, she smelled the intruder and began chirping.
Peep peep! Peep peep!
Her bruddas joined in, just as startled and soon a chorus of chirping played out.
Peep! Cheep peep!
Cheep cheep peep!
Cheep peep peep!
Panicked, the the purple colt scrambled to Petals udders and latched down, gumming and suckling as hard and as fast as he could.
“Wha’? Wha’ Wong ba–”
Petal looked, and in seconds she bent both her hind legs and Bucked the purple colt off!
“Eeeep!!”
The colts head spun and the side of his chest burned, Petals stood up and she swatted the colt!
Smack!
The colt tumbled out of the nest, the carpet breaking his fall! But Petals wasn’t done with him, she was pissed, she was tired of this sobbing purple shitting brat. She began hitting him, battering him with her hooves and shouting into his sensitive ears!
Smack “Miwkie thief!”
Smack! “Hate yu!”
Smack! “Nu Mummah wan’ bad babbeh!”
Smack! “Git owies!”
She had smacked him far enough from the nest, satisfied, she turned and headed back to her nest. Her brood chirping, scared from the noise and the intrusion. Instantly, her hostility was over and she held her foals close. Licking them, cooing to them, speaking a soft voice, contrast to the angry shouts she made moments ago.
“S’otay babbehs. Mummah gif bad miwkie thief owies. Nu scawe babbehs, nu steaw miwkies. Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs am safe.”
“H-huh…ch-ch-cheep. M-m-” The purple colt was in a state of deep pain. Bloodied snout, bruised eye, a few huge bruises on his chest and leggies. He hurt so bad he could barely chirp, he couldn’t even crawl. He was in so much pain, he eventually passed out.
•
Two days later, Petals foals finally opened their eyes, the moment they laid their eyes on their lavender mother, they teared up and chirped in joy. The day was spent in giggles, chirping, cuddling, and milk. The colt lay on his tummy, sobbing silently, watching the exchange. All he wanted was to be part of the family. To have a Mummah who loved him and milkies. He wishes he could play and hug the foals, but all were forever out of reach. He’ll never have milk, Huggies, love, or anything. The only comfort he has is the carpet beneath him.
•
Lilith woke up late, happy to sleep in, it was her weekend, and she planned on enjoying it. She woke up, and went to feed Petals first. She was met with a happy mare and three foals to looked at her with big eyes. And that’s when she realized the missing fourth goal. To her horror, near the litterbox was a shriveled dry heap. It’s fluff almost Black-ish grey. And dead, clouded eyes staring at nothing.
