This is a continuation of the hand we are dealt by(that1hugboxer)
You are muffy . You have just given birth to a litter of foals.
You are forced to watch them from afar only coming to you for milk. You still have your legs but they are restrained during feeding time.
Your whole litter aside from one were ugly poopie munstah babies. If you could move you would squish them for stealing your milk.
The one baby you desperately want to hug is a pretty pink and rose gold Pegasus but mummah has made sure you can’t even feed her. She gave your bestest pretty baby to an ugly poopie mummah !!! You are forced to watch YOUR baby bond with the disgusting poopie mummah from afar. All you have are these little beasts sucking your precious miwkie pwaces dry.
You want to yell at them but mummah muzzled you a long time ago.
One of the disgusting creatures a clay orange and dried buckwheat tan camouflage pattern foal starts hugging you and calling you .
“mummah”
The same munstah keeps coming back for milk long after the others have gone to bed.
Seeing him grow big off your milk makes your blood boil.
He’s a leech! a fat bloated leech !
You hear him say “tanku”
In a sickeningly cute voice.
He curls up next to you and falls asleep.
The next morning you awaken to find the munstah once again stealing your milk. The other munstahs come and go but the milk leech refuses to leave your side .
You see your pretty baby growing big and strong off of the ugly mare’s milk.
Days pass and you find a sort of odd comfort in his presence…. Oddball you decide to name him oddball.
A few more days pass and suddenly the only baby left is Oddball. The others are on solid food.
Mummah has taken the muzzle off of you for a few minutes today . You give oddball his name and mummah immediately puts the muzzle back on.
Oddball looks up at you with his big brown eyes.
“Tanku mummah Oddbaww wub namesie . Oddbaww wub mummah.”
You feel conflicted hearing those words.
Oddball is a poopie , munstah and possibly dummeh baby. He is the only one who has treated you with any respect since you arrived… the only one to stay by your side day and night. He… loves… you…
But why?
You don’t …love him…do you?
A few days pass and Mummah has removed your muzzle again.
You find yourself involuntarily singing the mummah song to him.
A few days later mummah removes your restraints.
For the first time you can hug oddball.
And as if on cue Daddeh came to visit.
“Daddeh! Daddeh! Muffy miss ou su much!”
Daddy smiles …. And takes Oddball away from you…
You shriek
“NU! Daddeh pwease nu take Oddbaww ! Oddbaww Am onwy wittwe babbeh Nee mummah!”
Daddy turns to you.
“Zofie needed you too. But don’t worry Akna will take care of them both.”
“Muffy du anythin’ ! take weggies! take see-pwaces! don’t take babbeh! hu! hu!”
Daddeh ignores you and walks off holding a sleeping Oddball.
You hear mummah’s voice behind you.
“ welp time to make some more.”
You feel your heart shattering into a million pieces.
“Nu wan’ mowe babbehs ! Wan’ Oddbaww ! Wan’ Oddbaww!!!”
Mummah picks you up and takes you back to Birsha’s pen .