Things are starting to look up for Sammy and her little pillow fluff. But what about that pain in her stomach? Expect 2 more, or maybe 3 chapters before I wrap this up.
Your name is Sammy. You’re a nice, big fluffy. Just earlier today, you received possibly the most exciting news you’ve ever heard in your life. ‘Mummah’ and ‘daddeh’ gave you a special test to see if you would be suitable to having your very own ‘babbehs’. All you had to do was take care of the little pillowfluff ‘babbeh’ they gave you! But the first step is often the hardest to take. It’s early in the afternoon, and you’d been laid out all morning on your blankie watching Fluff-TV. ‘Daddeh’ had to give you special medicine so that you’d be able to properly feed the ‘babbeh’ in the first place. It hurt terribly and left you feeling absolutely drained. You couldn’t even swish your ‘pwetty taiw’! But as the day wore on, you’ve been feeling…strong. Strong, and a bit sore. “Sammy, baby, I need to turn you onto your back to see how the medicine’s working.” ‘Mummah’ said, suddenly approaching. Very pleased were you to hear her voice, and you nodded. “Otay…Sammy hab miwky pwaces nao?” you asked, as ‘Mummah’ gently placed her hand on your side and turned you onto your back.
“Oh…jeeze, um…Dan! Can you come and look at this?”
‘Mummah’’s concerned tone did not bode well for you. You did start to feel something itchy around your belly earlier in a spot that was very close to your ‘speshuw pwace’. Very hot and slightly itchy. You heard ‘daddeh’’s heavy footsteps, signaling his approach. “Did that stuff kick in already?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. He’d crouch down and take a closer look. You have indeed begun developing ‘miwky pwaces’. But there wasn’t something quite right here. Why were ‘mummah’ and ‘daddeh’ quiet? Why weren’t they saying anything? Why were their faces panicked? Your heart began to thunder in your chest as your muzzle likewise contorted into a fearful visage. “M-Mummah? Daddeh?” you asked, voice quivering ever so slightly. “W-Wat wong? Sammy…Sammy nu hab miwkie pwaces yet?” you squeaked, wriggling slightly. The fact that you were laid flat on your back wasn’t helping things either as the anxiety swelled.
“Goddammit! This is what we get for going with that…that…CHEAP FUCKING CHINK SHIT!”
‘Daddeh’ was furious! The worry on his face was soon replaced with anger as his brows narrowed, and he let out a long exhale from his nose. “EEEEE!” you screeched, instinctively rolling back onto your belly, turning away, and covering your face with your ‘hoofsies’. You hadn’t seen ‘daddeh’ this angry since the time you “helped” him with his ‘jiggiesaw puzzle!’ The pieces were too small though, so, you wound up scattering it all over the floor. “Dan! Dan! Relax!” ‘mummah’ said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Look! You’re scaring her!” she said, as ‘daddeh’ guiltily hung his head. “S-Sorry sugarbunch.” ‘daddeh’ said, once more squatting down to give your back some pets and scratches. As you relaxed, you felt an odd sensation as you felt skin from your tummy hang and drag against the blankie.
“W-Wai daddeh su angies? An’ wai’ Sammy hab itchies on tummeh?”
‘Daddeh’ took a deep breath before exhaling. While his face was still reddened, his eyes had softened up quite a bit. You’d turn around and plop down on your rump, sitting up to look up at both ‘mummah an’ daddeh’. “D-Daddy was just…a little upset. Not at you, though, Sammy.” He said, ruffling your mane. “It’s just…well…” ‘daddeh’s gaze would fall, until he focused on your ‘tummeh’. “Look, Sammy, and tell us what you feel.” ‘mummah’ said, pointing to the spot. “Umm…Sammy feew wittew huwties…” you murmured, before looking down to check and see that tender spot on your belly. You put your ‘hoofsies’ to your mouth in surprise as you see them! Your very own ‘miwkie pwaces’! But…there was something strange about them. You remember your own ‘mummah’’s ‘miwkie pwaces’, and you certainly remember what all the happy ‘mummahs’ on ‘teebee’s ‘miwkie pwaces’ looked like. I mean, they kinda looked like ‘miwkie pwaces’.
The one on your left hung from your ‘tummeh’ like a very inflamed, thick, and deflated hotdog. The one on your right, however, was fully formed, but much like the one on the left, it was very inflamed and oily.
You were so shocked that you almost forgot about that dull pain you had in your ‘tummeh’! As you clapped your ‘hoofises’ together, your eyes glimmering with tears, you couldn’t help but notice ‘mummah an’ daddeh’ exchanging concerned looks. “I…I’m…I’m not sure this is right…” ‘mummah’ said, frowning. ‘Daddeh’ rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Well, dear, this was your idea. You wanted it done this way…” he sighed. “I-I know that! But…I…I dunno. This just doesn’t look right.” She shook her head, before looking down at you. She looked especially conflicted, especially after seeing the pure joy on your face. “…Alright. Alright. Sammy?” ‘mummah’ said, her tone becoming serious. “Y-Yesh, mummah?” you replied, so happy you found yourself rising onto your hind legs. You then promptly began doing your best dance…which consisted of twisting your torso and swinging your uppermost ‘weggies’ to a tune only you could hear. Your teat would swing in such a way that left ‘daddeh’ more than a little uncomfortable.
“Heeheehee! Wub mummah an’ daddeh! Sammy hab su much heawt happies!”
“See? She’s fine. Totally fine.” ‘daddeh’ said dryly. ‘Mummah’ gave one more concerned glance to ‘daddeh’ before nodding. “I…I guess so. They look pretty swollen up, though. If they start hurting, let us know, okay?” ‘mummah’ said, before shooting her hand towards you and tickling your belly. “Eeehehehe!” you squealed, flopping on your back. After a few moments spent laboring to catch your breath, you turn yourself over and wince slightly as your malformed teat dragged along the floor. Fortunately for you it’s wood. A few too many “aks-dents” as ‘mummah an’ daddeh’ would call them from you made them switch from carpet to wood. Costly but ultimately worth it. You finally reached the door to the ‘safeywoom’ and stared at the Fluff-Flap™ that allowed you access in and out. “Huu…otay…daddeh say Sammy nee’ suck in bewwy tu fit…” you murmured, trying to psyche yourself up. Your “pwincess pouch” as ‘mummah’ would call it made it more difficult for you to fit through the Fluff-Flap™. ‘Daddeh’ promised to make it bigger for you, but, just never got around to it.
“Haff…haff…ota—Eeee!”
As you did your best to compress your chubby body, you felt your misshapen teat drag across the bottom of the plastic. Thankfully it did not get caught on it, but still! You grit your teeth and shut your eyes, determined to get to that little ‘babbeh’. It would take a few moments more of wriggling and letting your ‘leggies’ find purchase on the opposite side of the door to help push you through. You’d flop onto your side for a moment, catching your breath. The inside of your ‘safewoom’ was quite dim, on account of the shade being pulled down over the window. “Huu…nu wike dawkies…buh…Sammy nee’ be bwave fo’ babbeh…” you murmur, trying to psyche yourself up. You walk slowly to where you remember last seeing it, trying to hide itself under the lip of your bed. Your eyes sparkle as you see the little foal’s head stick out from the side. “Hewwo babbeh…” you whisper, trying to gently wake it. You negotiate your ‘leggies’ and ‘hoofsies’ into the lip of the bed and manage to hold the little legless creature between them. You swish your tail to the side and take a seat, where you take a few moments to gently cradle it.
“Babbeh nee’ wakies…Mummah am hewe nao…”
The ‘babbeh’ stirs slightly in your ‘hoofsies’, writhing slightly. You see its stumps do a little wiggle, almost as if it was trying to stretch its ‘leggies’. “M-Mummah…?” it asked, eyes opening slowly. For a brief moment it seemed as if it was relieved to see you, causing your heart to soar. “Das wite, babbeh. Sammy am yu nyu mummah nao…” you reply, hugging and pressing the ‘babbeh’ against your fluff. “H-Huh? N-Nu…y-yu nu am mummah!” the babbeh said, panicking. It desperately wanted to get away from you, its stumps writhing even more than they were just moments before. “Sammy nu am mummah! Weggo! Weggo!” it whined, absolutely unable to free itself from your grasp. You felt your heart sink aaaalll the way to your tummy. “N-Nu…Nu be scawed, babbeh…” you sniffle, trying hard not to cry. All the foal could do was cry. Cry, cry cry. “Uuuuuhuuhuu! Babbeh wan’ mummah! Baabbehh waaaan muuummmaaaah!” it sobbed, burying its face into your fluff. That was the last straw before you too began to cry. “Huuhuu! Sammy am wowst mummah! Huuhuuhuu!” you whine, your ‘leggies’ shaking. You weren’t sure how long you and the ‘babbeh’ spent crying on the floor of the ‘safewoom’, but eventually you’d both run out of tears to cry out. The ‘babbeh’ was silent, its face still pressed into your chest.
“B…Babbeh…?”
The ‘babbeh’ stirred but otherwise did not respond. “Babbeh…pweeze…tawk tu Sammy…” you whispered, not daring to force the poor thing’s face to look at you. “Sammy nu am yu mummah, buh…buh…Sammy wan’ tu gib yu wub an’ huggies! An’ miwkies!” you continue, trying out your best ‘maternal’ tone. It was just how ‘Mawigowd’ talked to her ‘babbehs’ on the ‘teebee’! The ‘babbeh’ remained silent, and you could hear a soft, gentle grumbling sound. The ‘babbeh’’s tummy was grumbling! “W-Weawwy? S…Sammy gib miwkies tu babbeh…?” it murmured, lifting its head up. You felt your heart soar! Maybe this was it. “Y-Yus! Ob cowse! Hewe…” you squeak, gently bringing the ‘babbeh’ down closer to your teats. “S-Scawy! Sammy miwky pwaces nu wook wite…” it whined, its little muzzle curling into a frown. “It otay! Daddeh gib Sammy medisins an’ nao’ Sammy hab miwky pwaces!” you proudly said, as the foal stared intently at your ‘miwky pwaces’. “O…Otay…babbeh wan’ twy dis wun…” it said, trying its best to crawl to the more normal looking one. You stared for a moment, as the ‘babbeh’ began huffing and puffing and grunting as it made no progress. “Hnnhghh…” it groaned, before stopping.
“…Huuhuuhuuuhuu…”
It began to break down into crying. “Nuu! Nu cwy, babbeh! Nu cwy! Pweeze!” you begged, as you lifted the ‘babbeh’ and brought it to your teat. “Huuhuu! Dummeh hoomin take ‘way babbeh’s weggies!” it cried, as your muzzle curled into a frown. “H-Huh? Yu mean…mummah an’ daddeh?” you asked, cocking your head. ‘Mummah an’ daddeh’ were the nicest ‘hoomins’ ever! You absolutely refused to believe that they could be capable of something as cruel as removing this ‘babbeh’’s ‘weggies’. “Nuu…Nuu…mummah an’ daddeh awe su nice! Mummah an’ daddeh gib Sammy suuuu much huggies an’ wub! An skettis! Wots’a skettis!” you said, as your mind almost drifted to the thought of ‘skettis’. “Babbeh am jus’ hungwy!” you squeaked, bringing the foal to your swollen and enflamed teat. The ‘babbeh’ cried a few moments more before its eyes locked onto your teat. After a few moments, you’d wince in pain as the ‘babbeh’ began to suckle. The skin was very sore and sensitive, but, it had to be done. “Wets see…how da mummah songs go ‘gain…?” You cocked your head from side to side as you tried to remember from the ‘Big Mummah wittew babbeh’ show.
“Ummm…m-mummah wub babbehs…? B-Babbehs wub…um…umm…”
It wasn’t quite coming to you. But that was okay. You’d figure it out. But just as soon as the ‘babbeh’ began to suckle, it pulled back! “Bleeeh! Dis miwkies nu taste pwetty!” it complained, sticking its little tongue out. “W-Whuh? Buh…buh…Sammy eat gud nummies! Su miwkies taste pwetty!” you said, lowering your head down. You sniffed, and you did indeed smell something quite strange. It smelled rather sharp. Like the ‘wemon pwedge’ that ‘mummah’ uses to clean the floors with. “Sowwy babbeh…buh…yu nee’ miwkies tu gwow up stwong!” you said, trying to bring the ‘babbeh’ back in for more. The foal’s muzzle wrinkles, before it lets out a sigh. “Huu…otay…” it said, before going back in for more. “Sammy awways be hewe fow’ yu, babbeh…” you cooed, gently stroking the ‘babbeh’ with your ‘hoofsie’. A small wave of relief would wash over you, relaxing you to where you’d even forget about the dull pain in your tummy.
“Sammy am gunna be da bestest’ mummah ebah…”