You are a soon mummah— or you will be once you meet your special friend. Your mummah has been telling you everyday. She says she’s trying to find the PERFECT special friend for you, and you’re so happy. A bestest mummah NEEDS a bestest special friend, nothing less will do. As you wait and wait what seems like a hundred forevers, your baby fever nearly spikes.
When your mummah enters your safe room with a sorry box, your ears go back and you begin to back away. “Nu!!! Am gud fwuffy!! No Sowwy box…” you cry out, but your mummah pats your head and chuckles.
“This isn’t a sorry box, lemonade. This is a carrier so I can take you to meet your special friend,” she speaks in her soft voice. She’s been using that since she said you could be a mummah!! It was so nice to have your old mummah back, just in time to see your babies!
With a soft squee, you walk over to the carrier, managing to squeeze your fat little body inside. You turn around in time to see the door close, and though you have the worstest scardies ever, you force yourself to think of your babies. Bestest babies need a brave mummah! Not a scaredy one!!
You manage to push your fears deep down, even keeping them away when you see the metal monster and are placed inside.
It’s a couple forevers before the monster stops and your mummah comes around to take you out. You give an excited look around, searching for your new special friend— but you don’t see anyone. All you see is a big howsie and a scary looking mister.
You push yourself as far back into your carrier as you can, your mummah approaching the scary mister and talking to him. She mentions something called a… alicorn? You don’t know what that is, but you hope it’s good.
Your mummah carries you inside the big howsie and into a safe room— it doesn’t look like yours, but you can feel that it’s a safe place. She sets your carrier down and opens the door and you sheepishly examine the area.
You don’t know this place— it smells funny!! You don’t like the smell, or the colors, or the not as soft carpet beneath your hooves. Your tail is between your legs as you attempt to turn around and return to the safety of your carrier, but upon finishing the spin you find its off the floor and in your mummahs hands. Your mouth opens to ask for it back, when the big door pushes open and the scary mister returns. There’s something behind him— it smells like a fluffy. Actually, it smells like a STALLION!! Your special friend??? Could it be? This was your special friend’s safe room , of course!! The scary mister must be his daddeh. Oh, of course!! You knew that all along, you’re the bestest almost soon mummah!!
You give a big smile as the stallion enters. The first thing you notice is his large stature— he’s the size of two fluffies, maybe three!! You’re a little scared by this, but your attention soon shifts to his pretty white fluff and yellow mane. The yellow parts on either side of his face, leaving room for his big horn to protrude out. Your tail begins to wag as you notice this, excited that you might end up with smart, pointy babies!!
Your joy is cut short when you finally see them— or, when he finally reveals them. His wingies extend from his back, shooting out. They’re big, just like him, and you can feel your heart sink into your stomach.
“M…m…MUNSTAH!!” You cry out, unable to stop the scaredy peepees from escaping you. Your flight or fight kicks in and you’re attempting to run away, but you feel a hand slam you down by your neck. You cough and choke, terrified and in pain at the sudden feeling.
“Rule number ONE, Lemonade. Mummah chooses your special friend. So bend over and let him breed you.” Your mummahs scary voice is back but even scarier and you definitely don’t like it. You try to make poopies— whether they’re scaredy or worstest you don’t know— but all you manage is a pathetic fart. Your mummah had made sure not to give you any breakfast today, and you could figure out why until this very moment. She wanted to make sure you couldn’t make any poopies!!! Your dummeh mummah was so so mean!!
Before you can dwell on the sheer betrayal, the hand is lifted from your back. You think your safe and try to stand up and run, but the pressure is replaced quickly by another weight.
You try and look back to see what it is, but all you can catch is your mummah and the scary mister closing the sage room door, then your view is blocked by a big white wingie.
——-——- bad enfies warning ————-
You can feel something poking at your backside. You’re so scared, your leggies won’t listen. It’s like they’re scared too!! Too scared to move or run, not that you really could with the impressive weight on you. Instead, you’re forced to sit there and feel the massive no no stick poke and prod at you. It misses your special place a few times as the stallion above you gets a little ahead of himself and bucks wildly. It takes a few more tries before it finds a hole— the wrong one. You screech loudly at the painful intrusion.
“Owies!!! Wowstest poopie pwace huwties!!! Nu wan!! Nu wan!!” You scream, hearing a soft chuckle from the stallion above you. He bucks a few times into your asshole, forcing more cries from you before he pulls out.
“Nu am munstah, stupee enfie mawe,” he whispers in your ear, making it very obvious that the poopie place intrusion was on purpose. You sob softly, legs shaking as you feel the first thrust into your special place. It hurts just as much as your poopie place, the stallions size barely able to fit inside your small cunt. “Bad enfies!! Bad!! Nu wan, Nu wan be enfie mawe!!!” you scream, earning a couple smacks to the head for being loud.
You don’t understand, weren’t special huggies supposed to feel good? You can hear the stallion muttering “enf… gud feews…” above you, but you don’t understand. How could he have good feels when you’re in so much pain? Why weren’t you having good feels!!
Then, there’s a couple awkward, uncoordinated thrusts and a loud “GUUUUUD FEEEWS” before you feel something burny fill your tummy and special place. You’re reduced to a soft whimper by now, your throat having the worstest hurties ever from all your cries.
——-——- bad enfies end —-————-
Your special friend doesn’t say anything else to you, but you’re glad. You don’t want to talk to him— or even see him— ever again!!
A few tiny forevers pass by and finally you hear the door open. You can be bothered to move and look behind you. Everything has the worstest hurties, even your hearties. Your mummah gently scoops you up and places you in your carrier. You catch a glimpse of red, white, yellow and brown stains from where you were previously laying and clench your seey places closed.
A soft “owies… huuhuu…” escapes you before you can catch it, but your mummah doesn’t seem to notice. As your mummah leaves the worstest meanie housies, you watch her give some green papers to the scariest mister ever. relief almost washes over you, but the mean stallion makes one last glare at you, and you recoil in fear.
Finally, you’re placed back inside the metal monster and you feel the vibrations as it begins to move. They make it almost impossible for you to get comfortable, but you try your best to get some sleepies anyways.
As you begin to drift off, you feel it…. Your tummy. It’s full!! Full of tummy babies!! Though you’re still in pain and traumatized from your bad enfies, at least you’re a soon mummah.
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Wanted to get the bad enfies outta the way while I still had the nerve to write it.
let see what shit she would do.