You’re berry, a pink mare who’s a soon mummah, you’re very excited about this. You live in a big place, with lots of humans around taking care of you and other fluffies, your friends of course, you havent seen your special friend since he gave you special huggies but still, its a good life.
Well, except the humans sometimes taking your friends away, and you never see them again, but you’re happy with the flufftv and toyies, although you do miss your friends frequently.
One nighties, you wake up to see you’re in the arms of a human, we’re going somewhere,you dont know where.
“whewe soon mummah goin’?” You ask.
“Someone bought you, you’re going to a home.” The human, says, seemingly annoyed you woke up.
You’re put in a box, it has some wawa and kibble nummies in two bowls.
“You’re gonna be in here for about… 2-ish days? Depends.” The human says whilst writing something down on a big brown square, with some sort of white square on it?
“Don’t get scared when its dark, alright?” The human states before closing the box, leaving you in the darkies, with only a little light coming through a line at the top of the box.
You go back to sleepies, hoping when you wake up again, you’ll be at a new daddeh’s, and have more toyies and lots of sketties, for good milkies for babbehs. You’re happy, as you fall asleep.
You’re woken back up by a big shake, your nummies and wawa spill on the floor, but you only know this because it went on your leggies. Lots of darkies cover the box, you can see anything, you’re scared and try to find comfort by eating the kibble that spilled out, you think you ate it all.
“Hewwo!? Nyu daddeh!?” You call out, with no response, you’re scared, of the loneliness, and where is the litterbox, you cant make bad poopies!
You need to make poopies really bad, you figure out where the nummie and wawa bowls are, and face them, and make poopies across from them, so as to not get poopies in them.
Thats how it goes for a while, you eat nummies and wawa, make poopies, and cry sometimes.
“Soon mummah am su bowed… Wan toyies, an’ teebee… Su bowed…” You lament as you eat some more kibble, you yearn for daddeh, and toyies, and beginning to think that meanie human was lying when he said they were sending you to a new daddeh.
Maybe you and your babbehs will stay forever in this box, you cry a little, not knowing when you’re going to be let out of this box, you curl up, and try to avoid the poopies. You fall asleep, hoping new daddeh will let you out of this prison.
You wake up feeling like you need to poopie, but alot! And its the biggest poopies you’ve ever had!
“BIGGEST POOPIES!!!” You yell as you start spewing the poopies all over that side, when it is you feel like going back to sleep, until…
“Chirp!” A small chirp coming from one of the babbehs you’ve just birthed, you gave birth, you’re not alone anymore.
Its been awhile since you’ve licked the babbehs clean and gave them milkies, you’re not worrying about the new daddeh and when they’re going to save you, all thats in your mind is your sweet babbehs. You cant see them, you only know there’s two of em, you heard them and picked them up, and gave them milkies, they’re at your breast resting, you presume.
You go to eat more kibble and wawa so that they can have more milkies, but the bowls are flipped over, you cant get the nummies. You try to get the bowls over but you cant, they’re stuck there, you feel around the floor to see if there’s some loose kibble that fell out, you find a few, but not enough to make enough milkies for the babbehs. You cry a little as you go to sleep with your babbehs.
You wake up with a small beam of light in the box, you can see again. The babbehs are chirping, for milkies. They’re beautiful, one has blue fur and a yellow tail, just like special friend! with the other having brown fur and a orange tail, sure none of them have your fur but its okay, flufftv taught you how to be a good mummah for your babbehs!
You bring them to your teats and get them to drink the little milkies you have in your breast, you’ve noticed their see places are already open, they’re growing really fast, you dont know why but its really nice to know they can see you as well.
They finish sucking the breast dry, they’re still chirping for more but there isnt any, the only nummies you’ve had within the last couple of times was some lonesome kibble. The only other thing you can num in the box is the poopies, but poopies are disgusting, you know that due to the times you’ve had to lick clean the bad poopies, these are bad poopies, but new daddeh would understand.
You watch your babbehs trying to walk around, playing some sort of game you dont understand. After awhile of this they come to you, and chirp, probably for milkies.
“Sowwy babbehs… Mummah nu can fin’ nummies fo’ miwkies… Hu…” you say softly, looking at the poopies, you contemplate eating some, just for the babbehs…
The babbehs interrupt your train of thought with more chirps, you look down at them, the blue one looks up to you, and says his first words.
“Nu miwkies? Babbeh bad?” The foal squeeks out, you are filled with enjoyment and happiness, until the weight of the words come back to you, and you have the worstest heart hurties since they took special friend.
“Nu! Babbeh am gud babbeh! Babbeh am bestes-” You cut yourself off in the middle of saying it, flufftv said to never call your babbehs the bestest! You dont want to be a bad mummah, you bring the babbehs in for a hug
“Huggies fits babbeh’s tummy owwies…” You say to comfort them, you assume they have tummy owwies, because you have them.
The babbehs retire to a corner, next to the upside down bowls, they make a small fluffpile before going sleepies. You look at the poopies, take a deep breath, and chow down. After awhile of the worst tasting poopies you’ve ever had, you wake the babbehs back up.
“Babbehs! Mummah hab miwkies nao!” You say, they perk up and immediately go to your breast,the brown babbeh pushing away the blue babbeh in order to have more milkies, but after a couple quick suckles they stop.
“Mummah? Mummah nu hab miwkies… huu…” Your brown babbeh now speaks as well.
You just stare off, into nothingness, you’re devastated. You ate all those poopies for nothing, you sob and curl up, your babbehs try hugging you but it doesnt work, the saddies are still there. You cry yourself to sleep not knowing what to do, your babbehs climb ontop of you and sleep in a fluffpile as well.
You wake up, and look over to your babbehs, they’re playing, trying to cheer eachother up. The blue babbeh doesnt seem to have much energy though.
“Babbeh nee’ mowe sweepies den pway sissy…” Your blue babbeh says going to sleep, you worry a bit on what you’re going to do for nummies until your brown babbeh nudges you with his tiny hoof.
“Mummah? Pway wiff babbeh!” The brown babbeh demands, nudging you again. He has much more energy than the blue babbeh, he must’ve gotten more milkies.
You look down at him, but before you get the chance to speak the babbeh interrupts you before you even get to talk.
“PWAY WIFF BABBEH! NAO!” She’s now demanding it from you, and stomping on your legs, it hurts a little.
“Nu! Babbeh! ‘Ou nee’ tu be gud babbeh! Nu bad babbeh!” You demand from her, standing up to tower over her. You look down, and she looks a little like a small pile of kibble, with her sitting down and looking up to you.
“WAN’ PWAY NAO!! NAO NAO NAO NAO!!!” She’s yelling up to you, you quickly try to hush her to not wake up your blue babbeh.
“Babbeh… Pwease nu be woud-” You try to say before getting cut off.
“WAN PWAY! WAN PWAY! WAN PWAY!!!” She’s yelling at you, demanding it now, you’re to tired, you have tummy owwies, and everythings a bit fuzzy, but you pick up the brown babbeh and put her right up to your face.
“Weee!! Wub uppies! Am fwy!” She proudly states whilst up here,she’s chirping alot happily. You’re deciding to eat her, its a last resort, but you want to survive, you and your blue babbeh, your bestes’, you dont want to say it but its true…
“Am sowwy babbeh…” You say while slowly lifting her to your mouth.
“Teehee! Siwwy dummeh mummah! Babbeh nu nummies!” She’s happy as ever, not knowing what you’re doing, or just seeing it as playing. More happy chirps coming from her.
You put her in your mouth. She realizes whats going on right then and there, and starts softly crying.
“Mummah! Babbeh nu nummies! Huhuu… Babbeh nu nummies dummeh mummah!!!” She’s yelling, her chirps now becoming ones of sadness, she doesnt understand why you’re doing this, you let out a soft “huuu…” before chomping down.
“Huu… Nu! Babbeh nu- SCREEEE!!!” She yells in pain as you dig your teeth into her, she’s chirping the saddest chirps you’ve ever heard between her screes.
You stuff the rest of her in your mouth, trying to eat her faster so she doesnt have to suffer, you can feel and hear the muffled screes and chirps of her, until they stop with a final chomp from you. You’re now sobbing, as you finish eating her.
You go to your blue babbeh and nudge him, hoping he awakes. He does.
“Bestes’ babbeh! Mummah hab miwkies fo’ ‘ou!” you say, completely embracing him as your bestes’ babbeh. The blue babbeh immediately going to your teets and sucking them until he’s full, he looks around, and frowns.
“whewe’s sissy?” He ask, looking up to you. You tear up a bit.
“Bwown babbeh was… B-bad babbeh, an’ nee’ tu gu…” You lie to him, he looks sad, before looking up to you again.
“Why sissy bad babbeh?”
“Bad babbeh am twy tu num mee…” you say, looking to the side, struggling.
“Oh, otay’! Wan’ pway?” Your bestes’ babbeh ask you, you cry alot, but due to the little light in the box you hope he doesnt see it.
“Otay babbeh, we can pway!” You say, before chasing him around the box, and him doing the same for you. Its fun, and distracts you from what you’ve done.
You’re avery, a hugboxer who’s fluffy was just put down due to the tumor in his leg. You’ve decided to buy another fluffy from fluffazon, a pregnant mare named berry, you cant wait to spoil her. Unlucky it was delayed by 2 days, but today is the day you’re supposed to get her, you cant wait to just cuddle her, and take care of her until the babies are born.
One afternoon whilst working from home you get the notification that its arrived, you rush to the door to get her because they ship the fluffies in a box with only one or two air holes, you really hope nothing seriously bad happened. You lift the box to a table and open it up.
God its filthy, poop all over, with the food and water bowls tippedo over, poor thing. But to your surprise berry gave birth on the way there, you thought she was really early in her pregnancy. Its also a bit weird she only had one foal, but its nothing strange, you’ve read about this rarely happening on wikipedia. Berry looks up to you, and holds her baby tight.
“Ny-nyu mummah?” She ask you in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard.
“Yes berry, i’m your new mummah.” You say getting her out of the box.
“Now lets get you and your baby a bath, you really need one.” You state putting her into the sink,
You’re berry again, its been 7 night times since the bestest mummah ever saved you from that box. You were given sketties after she cleaned all those poopies out of you and your babbeh’s fur, you have a huge saferoom, with flufftv and lots of toys for you and your babbeh. Mummah gave your babbeh a name too! Its sky, such a pretty name. You havent told mummah about the brown babbeh, you tell yourself its for the best.
You’re laying on a big fluffy bed, watching flufftv. You look over to sky and he’s playing blockies happily, you smile as you go back to flufftv.
“Otay’ fwuffies! nao its time to weawn why 'ou shouwd stiww wub poopie babbehs!” The fluffy on flufftv says. You try not to cry, you go to sky and hug him, he doesnt know why but he still loves it and you anyway. The hugs are interrupted when mummah shouts from the other room.
“Berry! Sky! I cooked some sketties for you guys! Come and get them!” You gently let sky down and you both run to the kitchen for some sketties, you take a bite of the sketties, and all the sorrow goes away as your mummah gently pets you and sky, all is good.
(This is my first story, so uh, hoped you enjoyed it.)
