Tali unlatches from her first milkie-place just as Stormy latches onto her other one. Nora quickly lifts Tali and places Blankie in his place, gently nudging her head toward the nipple.
Blankie begins sucking the remaining milk greedily, punching and kneading into Nora’s milkie-place with all of her might.
Nora simply sighs and places Tali next to one of the tiny stuffy-friends she had brought back from her first excursion. Tali immediately latches onto it protectively, peeping contently before falling into a deep milk-induced sleep.
”Wittew chiwpie-Tawi… Am’ nu’ ou’ fault fow’ sissies makin’ scawdie-poopies. Ou’ is good bwuddah tu-” wince “Owwie!”
Nora is interrupted by a subtle biting pain in her, now callused over, deformed right milkie-place.
While her left milkie-place had now healed to just some minor bruising, her right one that had been ripped and re-shaped by her foals had now hardened over topped by a deep crater with a tiny skin-mound in the center. It was healing, but it would never look the same again.
”Sowwy babbehs… Be gentew wit’ mummah-Nowa’s hewtie miwkie-pwace… Nu’ wan mow’ wostes’ hewTIES-!”
Another little zip of pain as Stormy unlatches with a satisfied fart before curling into a tiny sleeping mound. Blankie soon follows her sister’s lead, unlatching and farting before passing out.
Nora sighs and places her babbehs next to their sleeping brother. They would be up once again after the milkie-comas wear off.
Nora spends some of her foal’s nap-time cleaning up the nest and it’s surrounding area. She starts by licking the nest clean of her babbeh’s scardie-poopies before taking stock of everything she had gathered.
She looks down at the crooked-line of looted items, frowning as she examines everything closely.
The 5-count roll of poopie-bags and the leash.
A fluff-safe glow stick, unused.
A fluff-safe water bottle, ⅓ empty.
The two stuffy friends, currently being hugged by her napping foals.
A small plastic bag of vitamin-fluffy treats in assorted flavors
A slightly larger bag of generic kibble
”Nu’ nummies… Stuffy-fwends, wawkie nu-sketty, hawd gweenie nu-sketty… Meanie cwackie-noisie tingies dat nu gif nummies…, bu’ nu’ nummies…”
Nora knew she only had enough milkies left for one more feeding. She knew she was out of forever-sleeping foals. She knew the plastic bags before her held the only nummies she was able to find.
The bags, being made with an E-Z tear corner for any fluffy owners convenience, might as well have been Pandora’s Box to the golden pegasus. She had struggled to find a way to open the bags since the first day she had found them, but never quite succeeded.
She could see the nummies. She could smell the nummies. She just couldn’t quite get to the nummies.
She quietly ponders to herself for the next hour about nummies and her babbehs before Stormy’s sudden chirping whips her attention back to her offspring.
The heating unit had turned on, causing a subtle breeze of warm linen-scented air to gently blanket the pile of snoozing foals, rousing her eldest from her slumber.
Nora quickly trots back to the nest where her babbehs slept, gently picking Stormy up before giving her a lickie-kiss and a tight hug to soothe her gentle chirping.
”Nu mow’ saddie-wawas, cus mammah-Nowa wuv…”
Nora gently whispers a tuneless mother-song to her peeping babbeh.
”Wittew chiwpie-Stowmy, hew’ giftie fwom uhbove…”
Stormy peeps happily, hugging her mother’s chest back as best she can with her teeny-tiny hoofies.
”Gif’ wuv en miwkies awe bwite-time wong…”
Stormy wiggles in Nora’s embrace, trying her hardest to direct her attention to the source of her mother’s bestes-mummah songie. She tilts her head back, her eye-lids subtly twitch as her mouth gently purses.
”Su’ Mummah’s wittew-babbeh, can gwow big en’ stwong!”
Nora’s mummah-song finishes to the strained noises of Stormy, looking like she’s trying really hard to do something!
Stormy’s mouth pinches a bit more as her tiny eyelids gently twitch again before slowly fluttering open, revealing the world of the closet around her.
She gently peeps from the sudden slight burning in her eyes as they flood with light before the world comes into focus. The first thing her little rose-gold eyes see is the beaming face of her beautiful golden mummah.
”Wittew-Stowmy am see-pwace babbeh nao?! MUMMAH-NOWA HAF’ BESTES HEAWT-HAPP-”
Nora’s celebration is suddenly cut short by a tiny shuffle and noise coming from her babbeh.
peep! “chir…m.mmu…” chirp “M…M-mumm…ah!”
