Perspective (Brown Foal POV)
Warm. Wet. Bright!
You feel air against your skin, your siblings wriggling against you in a pile of mess. Your eyes won’t open for a while, but you still feel blinded. Your thin soft eyelids still allow some light through, your nerves so sensitive after all that time in the dark. You start to hear chirping and crying coming from your flopping siblings. You feel your mouth open, you join them, in desperate calls for attention from your mother.
cheep cheep cheep peep chirrrrrp
You call, begging to be attended to. You feel gross, covered in poopies and who knows what else. Your nose begins to work, you nu smell good at all! You begin to wiggle and shake, trying to get out of this mess. A stray hoof from a litter mate hits your no no’s and you scream out
CHEEEEEEEP
This must have finally stirred your mommuh, as a shadow overcomes you, leaving you in total darkness again. You feel your sibling being pulled away from you, then the other. After what feels like to many forevers, you are removed from that nu smew good place. For the first time, you heard your mommuh’s voice.
Bubblegum: “Babbehs wub mommuh, mommuh wuvs babbehs”
Cheeps ring out from you and your siblings. Again you feel your sibling being lifted up, and hear the sounds of your mommuh giving wicke cweaines. Wet, and now growing cold, you begin to lightly sob, it feels as if you’ll never get mommuhs attention. After your other sibling is cleaned, your mommuh turns her attention to you. She notices your sobbing and quickly sings her song to you.
Bubblegum: “Babbehs wub mommuh, mommuh wuvs babbehs”
You stop sobbing and coo softly, nuzzling into her grasp.
Bubblegum: “Babbeh is a ugwie poopie babbeh, but all mommuh babbehs deserve wuh”
You are not a poopie?? You are a babbeh! You wriggle in protest, about to bawl, when your mommuh begins to lick. Cweanies feel so good you think. Cooing and lightly chirping, you wub mommuh so much, even if she doesn’t know what you are. As she cweanies your poopie place, your stomach growls again, but this time in anger.
ppppllllbbbbbrt
You poopie all over mommuhs face. You cry immediately, wanting to apologize to mommuh, but before you can even think you are suddenly… falling??? You hit against the ground with a wet thwap and bounce onto your back. Hurties, more hurties then when your no no’s got tapped. Wostiest hurties! It takes a moment to fill your tiny lungs and then.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Perspective change (Human POV)
As you walk up the stairs to your apartment, you smile with glee. Your beloved mare Bubblegum was due today, the vet had said yesterday it would most likely happen at night. In one hand, your work bag, in the other a bag of goodies from the local fluffy mart for her. Some fluffy approved pain relief, some spaghetti flavored treats, cleaning wipes, and bathroom pads for the babies.
As your turn your key and open the door, you suddenly hear a loud
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
You drop the bags and run into the safe room, before freezing at the door. She had 3 little babies. But the screaming was from one of the babies, laying on its back in a puddle of poopie and piss. A small brown foal. The two other babies are loosely holding each other, crying and chirping loudly, scared by their brothers screaming. Bubblegum is about a foot behind the brown foal, poopies on her face as she spits and gags. You’re guessing it’s on her tongue to, but she isn’t choking so you pay her no mind.
SCREEEEeeee… cheep…….cheep…
The brown foal stops screaming and begins to sob. You quickly go over to it, and scoop it up, not minding the mess on your hand.
Daddeh: “Bubblegum, are all the babies okay”
The mare stops spitting, and catches her breath
Bubblegum: “Yes daddeh, but ugwy poopie baby made bad poopies when I twied to wicky cwean him”
Daddeh: “I’m sure it was an accident honey, what did I say about calling brown babies poopies”
The mare looks down at the floor. Seemingly ashamed of what she has done.
Bubblegum: “Owny bad fwuwwies do that”
She returns to her two baby’s on the floor, a cinnamon red frilly and a ghostly white foal. They are chirping with open mouths, they are clearly starving. She places one on each teat, and you hear them begin to suckle. She sings her song, she must’ve learned it on fluffy
Bubblegum: “Babbehs wub mommuh, mommuh wuvs babbehs”
The brown foal in your hand perks up, seeming confused as to why mommuh seems so far now. He opens his mouth, clearly starving, but he needs to be cleaned up and checked out. It’s clear she dropped him and tried to clean herself when the accident happened. He is shivering, soaked in his own waste.
“Bubblegum, make sure you pay close attention to your babies, and clean them up when they make messes. I don’t care if it’s gross, I haven’t laid out their pads yet. I’m gonna take care of this brown one here, and then bring him right back”
Bubblegum: “Otay daddeh. Buh poopi-…brownie babbeh will stweal mwilkes from best babbehs”
Daddeh: “HEY, what did we say about best babbies? Don’t make me get the sorry stick”
Her eyes quickly go wide, her hands instinctively cover the backs of her babbehs as they suckle.
Bubblegum: "Sowwy daddeh*
You leave the room towards the kitchen, hopefully nothing is broken on the poor little guy
Perspective change (Brown Foal POV)
you scream and scream, but your mommuh doesn’t seem to care at all. Screams become soft whimpers, Suddenly a massive sound, giant thumps coming towards you. Something slips under you, and it feels as if you’re lifted far into the sky. You piss some more out of fear, you feel it pool under you, soaking your back even more. You hear a booming voice call out
Daddeh: “Bubblegum, are all the babies okay”
This must be a big daddeh, whatever that is. You just know it somehow. Bubblegum must be mummy. Meanie mummuh that dropped you… you continue to sob lightly. You hear your mommuh and big daddeh talk, she seems so far now. Then you hear her.
Bubblegum: “Otay daddeh. Buh poopi-…brownie babbeh will stweal mwilkes from best babbehs”
Hweart hwuties. Mommuh doesn’t want to give babbeh milkes? But how will you grow big and strong? Does this mean mommuh doesn’t love you? Suddenly it feels as if you are on the move. The scent of the room changes, from the scent of momma and poopies, to a sickly sweet smell. You shiver, the cold and the fear overwhelming you. Big daddeh has a scawwy voice, you miss mommuh, you are so hungry. You begin to cheep in desperate distress. You feel tears escape your closed eyelids, and even more bad poopies come out
cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Perspective Change (General/Outsider POV)
The man gets into the kitchen as the foal starts chirping relentlessly. He tries to comfort it, but the foal seems distressed by his voice. His hand receives another load of poopies.
Daddeh: “Shhhhh little guy… it’s okay…. you are safe i promise”
He rolls the foll over in his hand, and begins to gently stroke down its piss and shit smeared back. He is clearly disgusted, but being a fluffy owner it’s not like he hasn’t done something similar before. But the smell is terrible, the foal needs a bath immediately. The gentle words along with the stroking seems to calm the foal. Its chirps slow, and eventually turn into soft coos. It still shivers, but now it is just the cold causing it.
Brown Foal: cheep…. Chee… coo… coo
Being on its belly, it trys to grab the mans finger with its stubby legs, and begins suckeling on his skin. In normal circumstances a fluffy would’ve had its first milkies serving a while ago. The foal immediately recoils, obviously getting a taste of its own poopies that cover the mans hand. It begins to cry again.
Daddeh: “Come on little guy, just a couple minutes and youll be back with mommah”
He gently places the foal on the steel countertop, and it lets out a loud CHEEP in shock. The man strokes its back to comfort it as he gets a dish. He turns on the sink, the noise scaring the foal once again. Its little legs try to move it away from the sound, but he is still too young and weak to walk.
Daddeh: “Its okay…” he pauses, thinking of a good name for him. “Sod. I know you are cold, this is going to make it better”
The foal weekly cheeps in response, it’s clear he is very scared and overstimulated. The freezing table, his body covered in stinky waste, the man’s scary yet comforting voice, and the rushing of the sink. Once the water is an appropriate temperature, the man fills the little dish with a small amount of water and a drop of fluffy approved soap. He picks up the foal, this time it responds much better, seeming to not care the mans hand is covered in his own poopies, just wanting the warmth of the man to be shared with him.
Daddeh: “I’m sorry sod, you aren’t going to like this part”
The man carefully cradles the foal in both hands, and then slowly places it into the water stream, ass end first. If the foal wasn’t so fresh it would have jumped straight out of his hands in shock.
CHEEP CHHEEEEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP
The man keeps a firm hold on the foal, trying to remove as much of its own waste from its coat before bringing it to the bath. The foal shits out another load, and another yellow puddle forms in the mans hand. Thankfully the water quickly gets rid of it all. The man removes the fluffy from the stream, it coughs a bit between cheeps but the man was careful to not get much water on its face. He places a small dish cloth on the counter, leaving the foal on it. It cheeps and flails, getting louder as it hears the man walk away
Daddeh: “just one second sod, I promise daddy will be right back”
The man returns with his newley purchased wipes. Not wanting to run the foals head under the water, he used a fluffy approved wipe to clean the foals ears, eyes, and mouth. The foal cheeped in protest, muffled by the cloth, but the man gently help it in place to stop it from squirming. Now it is time for the bath
Perspective Change (Sod POV)
You can barley breathe as daddeh rubs your face with a fresh smelling cloth. It’s wet and gives your eyes small hurties. Your chirps come out muffled, but daddeh rubs a bit more before pulling the cloth away. The bad wawa raining down on you made you so scared, but daddehs hand gave you a little comfort. Compared to that, the cloth was nothing.
Daddeh: “Alright sod, a small bath and then you can go back to mommah”
Mummah? Your stomach growls with hunger. Your bowels and stomach long empty, you want nothing more then milkies. You feel daddehs hand scoop you up again, you nuzzle against it, taking comfort in his scent and his warmth. You feel yourself being lowered, and then suddenly you are in wawa!!! You squirm and cheep but daddeh holds you steady.
Daddeh: “Relax Sod, i’ve got you”
You slowly realize daddeh is just holding you in the wawa, purposely keeping your head up. This wawa smells fresh and clean. Daddehs other hand begins rubbing your body with the wawa, massaging it into your fluff. You coo softly, until you heard that rushing sound again! Suddenly its blowing down on you again!! Its freezing this time!!!
Babbeh: CHEEP CHHEEEEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP
Daddeh: “sorry sod, it seems we ran out of hot water cleaning you up, i’ll try to be fast buddy”
After some rubbing and rolling in daddeh’s hand, the wawa stops. You shake and shiver like crazy, letting out weak whimpers. Daddeh starts rubbing you down with something soft, it pulls the wawa away. Then you feel yourself be raised and put into some warm place that smells like daddeh. You quickly curl up and nuzzle, trying to get any warmth.
Perspective Change (General POV)
The man looks down at the foal in his shirt pocket as he cleans up the kitchen, smiling as it rolls and curls. After all the baby’s mess was cleaned up, he started to walk back towards the safe room. He hears bubblegum softly singing her loving tune. As he rounds the corner, he sees the red and white foal with bulging tummies laying against bubblegums stomach
Bubblegum: softly “pwease be qwuite daddeh, babbehs are doing sweepies”
The man nods, and begins to clean bubblegums birth mess. The mix of poopies and fluids has made a rancid smell, and makes the foal in his pocket flare its nostrils. He made a mental note that bubblegum didn’t even bother asking about her brown foal. He had heard mothers can turn against “poopie” babies, but he was sure he had taught her well. Maybe the accident had reverted her training, only time would tell.
Daddeh: softly “Have you thought of names for your foals bubblegum*
Bubblegum: softly “No daddeh, i was hwoping you would hwelp new mommuh”
Daddeh: softly “How about Snow for your white foal, and autumn for your red frilly”
Bubblegum: softly “I wove them names daddeh”
The man smiled, glad the names he thought of was approved by bubblegum. She always was a sweet obedient fluffy, the only incident he remembers is a sorry poopies she made as a foal. One punishment and that was fixed. He reached into his pocket, the contact stirring the brown foal and making him lightly chirp.
Daddeh: softly “And here is sod bubblegum”
The mare perked up, a little too fast. The chirping of the foal and her sudden movements awoke her foals, who quickly began chirping themselves. She placed them in front of her udders, and despite having bloated tummies they began to suckle again.
Bubblegum: “Me nyu want uwgy poopi-… sod.”
The man frowned, it seems is concerns were warranted after all
Daddeh: “He is one of your foals, you need to love him and care for him like the others. Starting with feeding him, the poor thing is starving”
Bubblegum pushed her two nursing foals against her tighter
Bubblegum: “NU WAN! Mwilkes are for good babbehs not ugwy babbehs”
The man grimaced. He reached down and tried to take Snow off her teat, much to the mares distress. She even started tapping against the mans hand
Daddeh: Sternly “Bubblegum do NOT make me get the sorry stick*
Bubblegum froze up, looking at the man with big eyes. She let him place the now loudly chirping Sod near her teat. After guiding his mouth onto it, it latched quickly. It began to suckle, hard and fast. The poor thing felt near starved.
Daddeh: “You will treat Sod just as good as the others, or else* The man made a stern face to the mare to prove he was serious
Bubblegum: “otay daddeh…”
The man took the bag of clean up waste out of the room, and finally took a seat after getting home from work. It had been a long day, and now his beloved fluffy might be becoming a problem…
Back in the saferoom, the mare waited for daddeh to leave the room before looking down at the “poopie” babbeh with a frown. She delatched it and it began to chirp immediately.
Bubblegum: “Dummeh babbeh, no mwikies for you. Thats only for good babbehs, not for ugwy poopie babbehs.”
She picked the foal up in her mouth by the nape, it cried at being lifted in such a hard way. Autum was also removed from her teat by her standing.
screeeee cheep cheep cheep
She walked over to her witterbox. Daddeh didnt clean it everyday, and this was his off day. She roughly dropped the foal in, right on some poopie, much to the foals distress. Then she kicked some sand on it, half burying it. It couldn’t chirp anymore, and got some sand in its mouth, but thankfully it’s nostrils barely escaped being buried.
Bubblegum “Dere, dummeh poopie is where poopies bewong. In da stinky witterbox”
She walked back across the room to her two foals, squirming and chirping on the floor. She carried snow from where daddeh had put him over to her sissy autumn, and began giving him wickie cweanies while snow latched and nursed some more.
Bubblegum: “Babbehs wub mommuh, mommuh wuvs babbehs”
In the corner of the room sat a white cube with a black circle. Bubblegum didn’t know what it was, but daddeh told her to never touch it. On the side of the circle was a small blinking red light……
To be continued….
Thank you guys for reading the first chapter of my first story! Please comment below with critiques. If any wants to draw even a basic sketch for this let me know and ill feature it on it! I know this was pretty slow, the next ones will be faster. I just wanted to test some POV stuff, and show the bond forming between Sod and Owner. From now on it will likely almost all be in general POV. Thank you and have a good day!
