Fluffy snuggled her special-friend, warm in their nice comfy nesty. Fluffy…no…soon-mummah was so, so happy. She was going to be the bestest mummah ever, and her special-friend would be the bestest daddeh ever!
She really meant it, too. They’d struggled through a long, hard cold-time, hoarding what little food they could find that wouldn’t go yicky and making the bestest nesties ever! They’d spent many dark-times huddled together, with tummeh-owwies and coldy-hurties. But now warm-times were back, and they were going to have the bestest babbehs ever!
Waiting until warm-times had been so, so hard, but they knew coldies were bad for tummeh-babbehs, so they’d waited. Even when her special-friend had the worstest owwies in his lumps and soon-mummah had heart-hurties with how much she wanted babbehs, they’d waited. So much work, so many hurties, but it’d be worth it!
They’d made a big pile of nummies before the cold-times, and had managed to make the pile even larger during the cold-times. Sometimes, soon-mummah hadn’t even been able to sleep with her tummeh so angry it growled and ached. It was important, though!
Of course, it wouldn’t be enough for the entire time the babbehs were in her tummeh and the time before they were big strong babbehs and she could take them with her to find more nummies, but it would be enough that only her special-friend would have to find nummies until then. She felt a little sad about that, wished he could stay with the babbehs, but nummies that didn’t go yicky were so hard to find!
Special-friend shifted a little, hugging her tighter. She nuzzled closer with a contented sigh. They were going to be the bestest mummah and daddeh with the bestest babbehs ever!
“BIGGEST POOPIES!” soon-mummah shrieked, as another wave of contractions hit. It hurt so much! She ground her toothies together, hurties-wawas blurring the nesty around her. Special-friend tried to soothe her, but it really didn’t help.
After so many forevers, it was finally over, and she slumped down in a daze. "“Speshow-fwend,” special-friend said, nudging her. “Babbehs nee’ miwkies.”
She opened her eyes, looking at her babbehs. Four pretty, strong little babbehs, chirping at her. It made everything worth it. All the hurties and the coldies and the tummeh-owwies. Everything!
Even though she wanted to go to sleepies so, so badly, she gently held the babbehs to drink milkies until all four were content. She felt proud that she’d made enough milkies for all of her babbehs to be so happy, even if most of the nummies-pile was gone. Hugging them to her, keeping them warm and loved, she let herself doze off.
“Nee’ mowe nummies,” special-friend said with a sigh. It was the next bright-time, after a long night with the babbehs needing milkies and huggies and having scardies and making poopies and needing lickie-cleanies. Mummah wished he could stay, but she knew it was more important that they have lots of nummies for her to make milkies for the babbehs. Special-friend was so strong and smart and would find the bestest nummies for the bestest milkies ever!
Mummah woke up to screams and the terrified chirping of her babbehs. She looked around, seeing special-friend blocking the entrance to the nesty and yelling at something unseen on the other side.
“GU!”
“Pwease! CAFF!” a pleading voice came, and mummah realized it was just a little babbeh, barely a talky-babbeh! Why did special-friend want the poor little filly to leave?
"Nu! Gu nao or fwuffy gib sowwy-hoofsies! Sickies am bad fow babbehs!
“Bu’ babbeh hab wowstest tummeh-owwies! Nu wan gu fowebah-sweepies!”
“GUUUUU!”
The howl of rage was followed by sounds of kicking as special-friend rushed out of the nesty. Soon the sound stopped, replaced by chirping and sobbing getting father away. Mummah began to have saddies-wawa in her seeing-places.
“Wai huwt babbeh?” she asked, when special-friend returned, trying not to sound accusing.
“Hab bad sickies. Nu wan babbehs ow speshow-fwend hab sickies.”
Special-friend gave another horrible, wet cough that mummah could hear even though he’d refused to stay in the nesty ever since he started feeling sickies. She’d pleaded with him to just stay, the sky-wawas and wind would only give him worse sickies!
“Sickies am bad fow babbehs,” was all he’d say.
She’d tried to help him, tried to give him huggies to make him all better, but he’d screamed at her to leave him alone. She had scardies, worse scardies than she’d ever had before! Was he going to go forever-sleepies? NO! Not after everything they’d done, not with their babbehs so small! They needed their daddeh! She needed her special-friend.
He was gone! She’d gone to check on him, but there was just a puddle of sicky-wawa! It smelled like bad nummies and yick and boo-boo juice, and she’d broken down and cried and cried and cried. He’d left her, and she knew why.
"Wai speshow-fwend gu fowebah-sweepies? she sobbed. “Mummah an’ babbehs nee’ 'ou!”
She’d finally managed to go to sleepies, even with her tummeh-owwies and the sad hungry chirping of her babbehs and the heart-hurties that were so bad it was like a hissy-munstah had scratched open her chest. She had horrible sleepy-time-pictures that seemed to go on for so many forevers. Over and over and over special-friend and her babbehs went forever-sleepies.
A sudden low growl made her jolt awake, looking around for a munstah in the nesty. There was nothing, only her babbehs. They’d wandered a little in her sleep, but were still now, even though it was bright-times.
“Nu am time fow sweepies!” she said, scooping them up and trying to get them to drink milkies she didn’t have. “Babbehs hab cowdies!” she yelped in horror, hugging them to her emaciated frame. She needed to warm them up!
“Siwwy babbehs! Am tuu smaww fow bein’ ‘splowin’ babbehs!” she chided them gently. “Mummah gib huggies an’ babbehs nu wiww be cowd nu mowe!”
“Wai babbehs nu make noisies?”
"Babbehs wake up fow mummah?
“Nu am sweepy-time, babbehs!”
“WAI BABBEHS NU GIB HUGGIES TU MUMMAH?”
“Babbehs wake up?”
“Pwease babbehs wake up?”
“Pwease?”
“Babbehs wake up?”
“Nu am sweepy-times!”
“Babbehs wake up fow mummah!”
“Huuhuuhuu! Babbehs nu wub mummah?”
“Fwuffy am wowstest mummah ebah.”
She gathered them up. She’d go find nummies and make them the bestest milkies ever! Then they’d wake up and give her huggies and special-friend would come back. They’d be so happy again!
They’d done everything right! Everything would be okay! She was the bestest mummah ever with the bestest special-friend and the bestest babbehs!
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even the best preparation does not ensure the fluffies a good life.
Very good. Nicely done!