”BABBEH?! BABBEH-TAWI MAKE SCWEACHIES?! WHEW’ BABBEH-TAWI?!”
Nora’s ears ring with the sound of her foals’ battle cry, confusion and panic suddenly over-taking all of her senses as she springs to her feet.
What Nora fails to see however, are her two older chirpie-fillies now zipping through the air from the sudden trebuchet-ing force of her jumping to her feet.
EEEEEEEP-
”CHIIIIIIIIIIRRR-”
Blankie’s tiny jaw and now-bleeding gums hold as tightly to her older sissie Stormy’s tail as they can.
Stormy’s stubby heart-shaped hoofies wiggle uselessly in the air as she panics at the sudden rushing feeling and not feeling any solid ground beneath her for the first time. Her little-tummeh tightens as a stream of scardie-poopies shoots from her poopie-place, spraying Blankie’s face in the proccess!
Blankie however, reacts differently. Blankie’s scardie-poopie covered face is suddenly filled with immense strain determination as her tiny-wingies flap at an accelerated rate.
A short, very dim trail of sparkling pink light streaks behind her (as well as a tiny stream of milkie-poopies from the exertion) as she glides a few extra inches forward with Stormy firmly grasped in her mouth. This dampens the fall, allowing both the foals to land with a gentle tumble as they softly land in a tiny, shit-covered heap back onto the foam pad of the nest.
Nora quickly approaches Tali, a tear stained panic-stricken expression now embedded deep within her face as she scoops him into her hoofies.
”MUMMAH HEWE’ WITTEW-TAWI!! NU’ SCAWDIE-CHIWPIE’S NAO! IS’ OTAY! HUUUHUUU”
Nora sobs as she holds Tali a bit too tightly to her chest-fluff. Tali, while filled with pride from thinking he protected his family and love for his mummah, squirms and peeps uncomfortably against Nora’s embrace.
Nora quickly loosens her scardie-huggie grip around her foal, gently taking the nape of his neck in her teeth before turning around to check on her fillies.
Both Stormy and Blankie now sleep soundly in a tiny, no smell-pretty flesh pile in front of Nora. The sudden shock of the momentary launch sapping them of any and all of their energy.
Nora wrinkles her nose, causing her grip on Tali’s nape to inadvertently tighten making him cry out in sudden pain.
Nora quickly sits back onto her haunches and gently drops Tali into her squishy hoofies before licking him clean of any scardie-poopies and peepees. She places him on one of her now swollen milkie-places before reaching down and gently scooping up Stormy and Blankie to give them the same treatment.
She wrinkles her nose and stifles a gag as she does this, mumbling angrily to herself throughout the process.
GAG “Wostes’ nu tas-pwetties…” WRETCH “Woudie babbeh-Tawi mak’ oddah chiwpie-babbehs haf wostes scawdie-poopies…” GAG “Mummah-Nowa nu’ wan wickie-cweanie aww’ dah bad scawdie-poopies…”
Nora’s head slowly fills with malice thoughts of her chirpie-colt, but she quickly shoo’s the thoughts out of her head. She is a good-mummah! Good-mummahs take care of their babbehs, no matter what!
