“Peep”
Daisy hated this.
“Chirrrrp”
She covered her ears with her hooves, but it wasn’t enough, she could still hear the foal, and even if she couldn’t hear it, she knew it was there.
“Peep”
“Enfie dis” Daisy quitely muttered as she got up, her little blue wings involuntarily making a few flaps to try to help her stand. After making sure she hadn’t woken her foals, she made her way over to where the poopie fluffies were trying to sleep.
“Bwownie, gib babbeh” Daisy told the half-asleep brown stallion.
“Am yu suwe Daisy?” Brownie asked, not wanting his friend to get in trouble with the smarty.
“Shaddup an’ gib babbeh” Daisy was not to be denied, and so a moment later, the foal was on one of her teats, sucking with the last of its strength. It was only a few days old, but managed to entirely drain one of her crotchtits and even made headway on the other before it was full with much more milk than a foal of its size would normally take, as if it knew it would be a long time before it received any more.
She had just given the foal back to Brownie when she turned to leave and found herself face to face with the smarty.
“Wha am yu doin uppies?” He asked, not loudly, but very demandingly. “It am sweepie time, why yu nu make sweepies?”
“Daisy nee make gud poopies an peepees, smawty, dat why Daisy at da poopie and peepee pwace”
The smarty stared at her for a bit, but did not respond further, so Daisy dropped a tiny turd and a piddle of urine well away from Brownie and slowly walked back towards her foals.
On her way back, Daisy absentmindedly stopped and started grazing as she stared into the night sky. She wasn’t worried about running out of milk for her foals, the grass was plentiful and she was young, barely a year old, and her crotchtits always made enough. She was thinking about her special friend, the now dead old smarty.
Daisy had loved him, not so much in the normal fluffy way of ‘your genitals are different than mine so lets fuck’ but rather, she never tired of his company. He had been so smart, protecting the herd from barkie munstas by rushing all the fluffies through a tiny hole in a fence. He knew to cross the black vroom-vroom munsta place at night when less munstas were around. He warned them about the cowd times and made them pile up nummies. He even once made the smarty of a much larger herd run away crying just by talking at it. Daisy couldn’t understand all of what he had said, and had no idea what it meant, but that night, her special friend was still the smarty, and the larger herd had gone away.
By this point Daisy was silently crying as she chewed the grass. Her special friend had had such pretty wings, and they were so big, like the rest of him.
This made her sob much harder, the only thing left of his pretty wings had been on her son, and she had had to take them away because of the dummeh-stoopi-stoopi-dummeh nu smarty. It wasn’t enough that he had killed her special friend because the old smarty wouldn’t let him rape foals, he’d made her hurt her babbeh to keep him out of the poopies place.
Daisy was angrily grinding the grass in her mouth to dust when an unwelcome, albeit familiar weight on her back as the smarty mounted her.
“Enf enf enf, dummeh mawe gon giv smawty bestest babbehs!” The smarty grunted.
“Not wikewy, dat am Daisy poopie pwace” Daisy muttered before wondering if the idiot on her back even knew where a mare’s special place was.