“Babbehs! Come out bebbehs! See nyu fwens! See hewd!”
Five little heads peer out of the carrier. A blue pegasus with yellow wings trots out while the others look around uncertainly. It looks at the mess of a hugpile, eyes looking at Sonic.
“Daddeh?”
Sonic’s mouth dropped. He stared at the little fluffy, then at Saffron, then rolled onto his back trying to see his no-no stick and lumps. Eyes darted back to Saffwon then her child.
“How…? Sonic… bu’ no hab…? Ne’bah eben gib…?”
You try not to laugh. As the pegasus stallion sits in bafflement, the other little ones make their way to the floor. Saffron smiles before removing herself from the hug-pile, clearing her throat.
“Wingie babbeh iz Sky,” she starts, introducing the little almost-colt. Wisps of a yellow mane were sprouting from his head. He’s still looking at Sonic with a sense of wonder.
“An’ wed babbeh iz Cwimson,” Saffron motions toward a red pegasus, meekly hiding behind Sky. Burgundy mane is starting to show, matching her tail. There’s a good chance whoever named her did so ironically given her personality seemed quite the opposite of her namesake from the Josef Mongola novels.
“Babbeh am Cuwwy!” confidently states a foal. Its fluff is a rich brown color like its namesake, with a tuft of white on its tail and right behind its horn. It goes alongside Crimson giving her a big hug.
“Babbeh am Ti,” sings a little pegasus, its fluff a dark, full green resembling a leaf from a ti plant. Yellow fluff can be seen on its tail and head, eyes beaming.
“An’ den dis babbeh am Coco,” Saffron says as she picks up brown filly. She’s an earthy mono-color, fidgeting in her mama’s hooves.
The adult Coco strides up to the little one, sniffing. Neither can quite take their eyes off the other.
“Coco namsie is Coco tu.”
“Coco wub Coco namesies! Coco pwetteh!”
Saffron hugs her daughter who squeals in delight. Sky goes up to Sonic, asking again, “Daddeh?”
The older pegasus looks to the colt’s mother, “Sonic no knu wha’ fow say!”
“Sonic no am Sky’s daddeh,” Saffron says, watching her son deflate a bit. “Sonic mowe bettah dan dat fwuffy!”
The two blue pegasi looked up in surprise.
“Dat fwuffy awweady hab speshul fwen, but gib Saffwon speshul huggies anyhu,” melancholy tinging her voice. “Said dat fwuffy’s daddeh gib fwuffy an’ speshul fwen sketti an’ toysies if fwuffy gib speshul huggies.”
“Aaaaw,” Sonic moaned. “Dat no faiw.”
“So Sonic betteh ‘cause Sonic awways hewp Saffwon when was soon-mama, eben tho’ Saffwon no teww was soon-mama. Was awways nice to Bubbwegum eben when Bubbwegum was stiww wittwe. Sonic awways gib Coco an’ Huwk heawt happies by bein’ siwwy an’ gib bestest huggies!”
The blue stallion felt his chest swell up, face covered with a big, goofy smile. Sky looked up at him, grabbing his tummy.
“Sonic be Sky daddeh?”
Coco looked at Coco. Heads tilted to the left, then to the right. Sensing an impasse, snoots drew closer and closer until they touched, a gentle boop shared. The little Coco fell back giggling while holding her nose. Big Coco nuzzled the foals belly, making you smile at the sound of giggles and cooing from the pair.
“Be gentle, Coco,” you say, more because you need to than out of worry. “Little Coco had to see the vet not long ago and she needs be careful for another few days.”
“Babbeh see vet?”
“They all did. The vet needed to make sure they’re healthy,” is replied while you hold onto the copies the Humane Society gave you. All healthy, all growing well, and all had been fixed two days ago. “Even Saffron.”
The yellow mare nods, head a bit lower than before.
“Dey said dat deese gon’ be Saffwon’s onwy babbehs. Dat Saffwon’s babbeh pwace haff go bai-bai.” She puts on a smile while gathering up the brood. “So Saffwon gon’ wub babbehs fowebah an’ fowebahs!”
She lays down, letting Crimson and Ti nurse. Coco, Curry, and Sky stop what they’re doing and head to their mother, nuzzling together. Getting up, you excuse yourself from the safe room, closing the child-gate behind you. According to the paperwork, the foals are 18 days old, and ought be hitting the weanling stage soon.
The kibble should last a while, but you’ll need to pick up more oatmeal soon. At first you thought the meal replacement shake was for the foals instead of formula, apparently its for Saffron. They were giving it to her in a bowl to drink, but it should work fine in the oatmeal and kibble mix you’d been giving the fluffs.
As you return to the safe-room, food in hand, little Coco and Curry are nursing while Sky, Crimson, and Ti play. Big Coco is watching the youngsters, encouraging them to “pway nice.” Saffron is cooing gentle as Sonic happily saying “speshul fwen’” over and over while he big-spoon hugs her.
Well, that was quick!