The American Dream (Part 15) by DreamMLP

You didn’t really know what to make of your new family.

Mummah and Daddeh had named all the new arrivals. The white unicorn mare was Snowball, due to her swollen belly which had now left her immobile. Though nearing birth, she already had five foals with her, none looked more than a few weeks old.

The female white earth was named Cloud, the male dark green unicorn was named Hulk, the male pink earth was named Lollipop, the female red earth was named Jelly, the female purple unicorn was named Grim, and the male teal unicorn was named Mint.

It was a very crowded saferoom.

For the first few nights the foals kept near their mummah, away from you. Didn’t mean their noise didn’t keep you up late into the night. Even after you fell asleep you were woken up before dawn by some foal’s screaming nightmare, usually Mint. Somehow that pregnant mummah slept through all of it. The toys were out of the question, as the foals played with them 24/7. The food and water bowls were always left a mess, and instead of the overcrowded bed, you slept in the corner, on the floor.

That is until one day.

“Get up dummeh cowt!”

Your eyes lazily fluttered open. It was Hulk.

“Dis cowner Huwk’s nao! Get up fwom cowner!”

You rolled your eyes and stood up. You towered a good twice his height, yet this didn’t seem to phase the green foal.

“Go ‘way nao! Ow get worstest hu-“

A light tap, just enough to knock him over without a word. Enough to say: I’m not scared of your tiny stupid ass.

“Dummeh cowt!” Hulk said between breaths as you strolled away for your morning drink. Lollipop was swimming about in the water bowl, as if it was a pool. At this point, you didn’t care, and quenched your thirst.

That was your life until Daddeh finally decided that you were better off out. You hardly misbehaved after all, always used the litter box, and likely weren’t going to try and French kiss the wall outlet. So from now on you had free reign of the house.

Sometimes you went to the living room to catch whatever mummah or daddeh had put on. They always watched big hoomin movies, and so you never really understood what you were seeing. Still though, it was entertainment.

This time, you decided to wander back to the saferoom, and watch the foals play around a bit. You strolled in to see Snowball on the bed, her belly huge. Cloud sat in front of her while she sang Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah. Lollipop was behind her, trying to get at her nipple. Hulk was off trying to fight Grim for the ball, and losing. Finally, Mint was watching Jelly stack blocks.

“Neba seen twee bwockies stack!” Mint said, clapping his hoofs together as Jelly lifted up the third block. Unfortunately, she placed it too close to the edge, and it tumbled down.

“Bwockies nu stay!” Jelly said, slumping down defeated.

You decided to come over and show them.

“Stwange cowt? Wat u doin hewe?” Mint asked.

“Fwuffy am cawwed Dweam.” You said, “Dweam know how to stack bwockies.”

You effortlessly put the second block on top of the first. Tapping it just a bit to be more centered.

Mint and Jelly watched you closely.

You lifted the third block. You’d only managed to do this twice before, but you remembered how. Placing the third block on top of the second, you looked up and down the tower, nudging it in just the right way. You let go.

“Twee bwockies!” Mint and Jelly watched with stars in their eyes as the great tower came together in front of them.

“Dweam is smawtest fwuffy!” Jelly proclaimed.

“Dweam nu smawtest fwuffy!” Hulk strolled in, huffing. “Huwk am smawtest fwuffy!”

“Buh… Dweam make bwockie towah!” Mint responded.

“Is bad bwockie towah!” Hulk knocked down the blocks. “Huwk make bestest bwockie towah!”

Hulk lifted the second block, placing it onto the first. It fell. He tried it again. It fell.

As you watched all this happen, you began to snicker to yourself.

“Dweam waugh at Huwk? Huwk sho yuo! Huwk gib biggest-“ He crouched down as if to pounce. Then the loudest ear-piercing shriek you had ever heard.

“Screeeeee! Snowbaww hab biggest owies in poopie pwace!”

Even more babbehs were about to arrive.

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Dream needs a better family. Sadly, you can’t pick the starter set…

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so which is dream boiking? My bet’s on Jelly, the perfect marriage of American and British.

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Hulk wont last…if his dumb brain would :joy:

Hats off to Dream to be more calm facing these new arrivals and some foals begins to interact well with him.

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