“BIG POOPS!”
The cry woke most of the herd just after dawn, and several of them rushed to assist the birthing mare.
“Chirp-chirp ah” The goldenrod foal declared immediately, as he was gently lifted by Brownie.
“Heweh nu-mummah, hewe am babbeh” Brownie told the birthing dam as he set her foal in front of her.
SNORT! “Dere dere babbeh, mummah am here, will gib gud wikie- REEEEE” She said to the bawling foal before bearing down on another of her crotch goblins.
“Dis wun am a fiwwy!” Daisy said as she put the two-toned emerald foal in front of the nu-mummah, just like how the other herd members had presented her foals to her for the first time.
“Dis am a gud babbeh, mummah nu gon’ eat dis babbeh.” She cooed at the filly before screeching out her third foal.
“Dis wun wewwy pwetty,” One of the other mummah declared as she set down the shimmering two-tone white and silver foal.
“DIS WUN’S A LOOP-DA-LOOP POOP!” The dam shrieked before pushing out her last foal.
Perhaps attempted foals would have been a better descriptor, as what looked like three foals conjoined left ‘their’ mummah, their grotesque combined form having broken in half on the way out. Nonetheless, Brownie presented it, rear half dangling by intestines and sinew, to the mare.
“Su sowwy, bu dis babbeh am nu-chiwpie-babbeh, pwobaby fow da besties, it wook wike babbeh wud just hab wowest hewties tiww soon fowebah sweepies. Bettah nu wakies at aww den dat.” Brownie counseled the mummah, who oddly didn’t seem nearly distressed as would be expected of a fluffy who had just not only had a stillbirth, but a monstrous one at that.
“Yu am right, dis babbeh am fucked, mummah eat now” and before any of the herd could react, she had gobbled down both halfs of her combined fourth, fifth, and sixth foals.
The herd was reasonably shocked, and it was almost a minute before Brownie spoke up.
“Nu-mummah mus jus be sweepy fwom hab babbehs, dat aww” Brownie said, even though he was unable to shake his astonishment, which conveniently masked the back of his mind feeling that he had never seen this mare before.
“Mummah lube baby, baby lube mummah,
drink milk, grow big and strong, maybe have kids or something”
Later
Once the nu-mummah had cleaned and fed her newborns, instead of curling up with them, she carefully placed them in Daisy’s fluff with Pistol and Holster before stumbling off into the night.