Something snapped.
You charged and slammed the mare to the side of the box, knocking away her two foals. Stepping back, you raised your hoof over the red one.
“Gib babbeh miwkies! Ow Dweam gib wed babbeh foweba sweepies!”
“Nuuu!” She yelled, “Nu gib foweba sweepies! Am onwy wittle babbeh!”
Her eyes were full of tears, so were yours. Your hoof was shaking as you held it over the red foal, you looked at it, it hadn’t even opened its eyes.
“Nu wan gib poopie babbeh miwkies! Miwkies am fo’ wed bestest babbeh!”
Bestest. Suddenly a memory came back, a small one, one you hadn’t thought about in a long time. The bird carcass, your mummah… your sistah… watching her drink the milkies you had found. In a rush of rage, you brought down your hoof. The red foal’s life ended with a chirp and a crunch.
“NUUUUU! BESTEST BABBEH!”
Tears were streaming down your face, mixing with the blood from your nose and mouth.
“GIB BABBEH MIWKIES NAO! OW ODDAH BABBEH GET FOWEBA SWEEPIES!”
The mare tearfully and reluctantly nodded, shaking. Quickly, you moved to where you had left your brown babbeh. Picking it up, you could feel how weak it was. You set him down in front of the mare, slowly, and with effort, the foal crawled forward, and began sucking from the mare’s nipple.
All the while the mare cried. You stood in front of her, your face soaked in tears and blood, your body bruised, your hoof hovering carefully over a purple foal, ready to be brought down.
It was a long few minutes. Then, at last, the foal detached itself and burped, his belly full. You carefully picked him up with your mouth, keeping your eye on the mare.
You turned your head and let him crawl onto your back. You stepped away, removing your hoof from over the purple foal. You took a couple more steps back, the mare continued to cry. Finally, you trotted off into the night.
You kept moving again until the sun came up. You did it, the monsters were gone for the day, and the both of you were alive. You were on the outskirts of the city now, wanting to get as far from the slums as possible.
At the wall of an abandoned building, you set your brown babbeh on the ground, and collapsed. Every part of your body was sore, and for the first time in hours, you could look back. Back at everything that had happened, everything you had done.
You looked down at your hoof, red with blood. Your breathing quickened, you thought your tears had long since run out, but you were wrong. As your babbeh chirped, you curled yourself up beside it. Wastest babbeh am okay… wastest babbeh am okay… But that didn’t stop the tears.
hope with his baby he still be able to be on the balance.