you’re currently waiting on your fluffy dam Chewie to give birth
yes you didn’t know she was a girl at the time
and she was brown and sorta husky even for a earthie
but it worked out well, and now you’re hoping for foals
being the paranoid ocd fuck you are you made sure all stops were pulled
foal safe toys
padded the safe room even more
removed any potential choking hazards
but that wasn’t all
while she definitely would love the poopie baby for obvious reasons you really didn’t want her to reject any of her kids
it took a bit with Alicorns, and while she still seems a bit nervous you can tell she’d probably be a good mom to one even if she’d be a little hesitant at first
no the real problem was runts
runts were unusually common and unfortunately the whole runt scent idea was not really used in a smart way
small size variations
minor mutations
or just no reason whatsoever
it’s gonna be hard because the assholes at hasbio literally programmed in a hate chemical towards their own kids but you think your idea is gonna work
”Chewie I need to show you something.”
chewie looks up from her kibble bowl as you hand her a plushie she loves
”See mr huggie?”
”Yesh daddeh.” She says in between numming bites of kibble
you spray some runt scent onto him and let him sniff
she looks disgusted but also sad
”Mistew huggie am- am bad?”
it helped she loved the shit out of mister huggie so she had enough positive memories with him to question the scent
”Buh wub mistew huggie buh bad.”
she begins to huu as you cup your face
”Wai mistuh huggie bad nao?”
she asks crying
”Chewie I’m telling you this so you can be a soon mummah, but a certain kind of monster likes to make soon mummahs into bad mummahs.”
”Munstahs!”
she gasps spitting out food
”That try to put an evil spell on you that makes you want to kill your babies.”
”Yep these monsters cover your babies and make them think they’re bad. Some are in this can right now!”
you spray some runt scent into the air for emphasis
”Wai daddeh wet munstah in housie!?”
she’s even more distraught
”Well so you can tell daddy and he can get rid of the monsters from the babies!”
”Hao?”
she’s awestruck as you rub it down with gentle medical wipes and the scent is gone
”So if you think you have a bad baby just tell daddy there’s a monster on the baby.”
she nods nervously before giving an otay
it’s also clear that she pissed the bed but she’s one immobile
and two confronted with a combination of every dams worst nightmares, being a bad mummah and munstahs
she looks down embarrassed
”Sowwy daddeh…”
she whines
you sigh and take her to the bath
you still think you might need to due some drills and have extra reminders
Pov switch
You are chewie
you’re super happy to have babies
but you’re also super scared that munstahs may be attached to your babies
killing a baby would give you worstest heart hurties the minute the munstah was done tricking you
you asked daddy to put the magic paper in the saferoom just in case so he could do it extra fast
you repeat to yourself over and over that there are no bad babies just monsters trying to trick you into think your babies are bad
and daddy says that if you do that he’ll give you sketti
then it happens
your no no places feel a seering pain as you cry
”BIIIGEST POOPIES!”
you wait for your daddy to come but he doesn’t
it feels really hurty and ouchie but you grit your teeth for the babies
and with three loud splorts the pain goes away and your fear subsides
you pant before the peeping causes you to turn around
you have three babies
a two wingie babbehs one brown one red and a earthie brown babbeh
you can’t tell if they’re boys or girls but you don’t care
you give lickie cleanies to the earthie first
no monsters on it
two to go
next the brown wingie
no monsters either as it peeps
finally the red one
you go down to sniff it when a wave of disgust and anger comes over you
part of your mind is telling you this is a bad babbeh and you should get rid of it
and then you become afraid because that’s what evil smell monster wanted you to think
you had to act fast before the evil meanie smell monster turned you into a bad mummah and gave your red wingie forever sleepies
”DADDEH MUNSTAH ON BABBEH!”
you scream but he doesn’t come
you go towards the impenetrable gate and scream again
no response
oh enf
you back away from the babies so you don’t hurt them as they peep and chirp in confusion
you don’t want to hurt them, and what if the monster gets on your other babies and tries to trick them
”DUMMEH MUNSTAH NU TWICK MUMMAH” you shout but the yicky smell doesn’t go away
right you needed the special things
but you didn’t have not hoofs like daddy
all you could do was lickie cleanies?
you feel the bad evil munstah thoughts inside you and bolt towards the box of special cleanies as you tear it to bits
they don’t taste pretty but it leaves you no choice
you have to num the special cleanies so you can save your baby and your immortal soul!
you chow down on two as you begin to feel a new feeling in your tummy
the thoughts of hurting your baby subside
did it work
is this a new kind of love only the bestes mummahs get to experience
no
your tummy does not feel good
Pov
you come home from the Italian place to the sounds of peeping
and loud wretching
you figured the first one out
sorta sad you missed it
you really wanted to be there when she gave birth
but uhh the second sound
yeah best put that spaghetti to the floor and check on Chewie
you bolt to the saferoom calling your name only to be greeted by a very bizarre picture
two foals both cleaned
one slightly smaller foal still damp with fluid
and Chewie puking up a storm in the corner luckily away from the babies
foals come first and Chewie is a big girl so you go to get some wipes for the foal you assume is the runt
maybe that’s why she’s vomiting
actually kinda impressive she’d know to wait this out and go back intermittently
then you see the state of the box of wet wipes
yeah, not as clever as you thought
the box is torn to shreds and covered in drool as you pick up some of the few remaining wet wipes to clean off the runt foal’s bitter fluid
what did she do?
Chewie has stopped vomiting
”Hewwo hurk… daddeh… huff… munstah am on wed babbeh and urk Chewie twy and hewp. Sowwy fo bad pukies!”
yeah the chunks of cardboard and paper kinda paint that picture
you pat her on the back
”It’s okay, you were a good mummah, even if you are kind of a dumbass.”
”Wah dumbass?”
nvm you go get some of the formula you bought in case it took a little too long for the training to stick
while the wipes are non toxic, you don’t know how they’d effect her milk so you decided to give her a few hours to get it out
still you’re impressed with her even if you overestimated her intelligence
she did her best to fight her base instincts and be the good mother you knew she could be
you also wait an hour before giving her the spaghetti and letting her feed them herself, making sure that you do most of the feeding while she hugs them and sings to them.
you eventually give her the pasta to much celebration and she thanks you profusely for “Bestes nummies fo bestes miwkies!”
eventually you let her feed the foals on her teats as they chirp and peep
you’re just about to make dinner for yourself when you hear chewie vomit again
before you turn even turn towards the noise you hear her shout
”DIS AM BES DAY EBA, CHEWIE GET TU NUM SKETTIS AGAIN!”
this is followed by slurping, a minute of silence and more vomiting
yeah you definitely overestimated her intelligence