“Huuu… babbehs…” Sunny was panting and groaning. Inflated as she was, you figured a good many new foals to call your own.
Weeks ago you’d had the best hate-sex of your life, and now you were about to pay the price.
“Huuu… BIGGEST POOPIES!”
You jolted awake, as did the herd. You trotted to where Sunny sat on her nest. In front of her the torn remains of all the nummies you’d been gathering. Hours every day searching, just to bring them back to the nest to bring your babbehs into the world the strongest they could be. They would need it.
“Sunwys babbehs am comin!”
Other members of the herd approached. Smarty, Tuffy, and of course your poopie babbeh.
“Nyu bwuddas an’ sissies!?” He excitedly asked.
You nodded, “Nyu bwuddas an’ sissies. Nu get cwose, babbehs nee woom.”
“Mummah!”
Sunny’s purple foal approached and began to comfort her. You went behind her to where her water had broke, and now flowed blood and shit. You’d seen this before with Snowball, long ago. And you’d witnessed worse since then.
“Babbehs comin!”
The first foal began to crown it’s head. You watched it carefully as it slid out, bits of poopies sprinkling on it from above. It was orange like Sunny, but had a white mane like yours. You picked it up in your mouth, carrying it in front of Sunny. She pushed her purple foal out of the way, making room for her latest foal.
“Mummah gib wickie cweanies… wickie… Screeeeeee!”
You hoped her screaming wouldn’t attract any unwanted business. If so, you were ready to die defending your new litter. It couldn’t be like last time, it wouldn’t be like last time. You darted back to see to the next foal. It was green, with a red mane, and chirped loudly. Picking it up with your mouth, you took it to get cleaned.
Smarty and Tuffy watched from the sidelines with interest. Smarty wondered how many there would be, and if they could provide for them all.
Another one, its coat blue like yours with a jet black mane. A white one with a red mane, a red one with a red mane. Finally, a yellow one with a white mane. You stared at it for a moment, its appearance evoking old memories of your long lost mummah. You bent down and gave it a sniff. It didn’t move.
Quickly and quietly, you moved it away and out of sight, not wanting Sunny to make a scene now. You went to where the others were standing, watching Sunny at work cleaning her new foals, your new foals. Five of them, surprisingly no bad colors, no wings and horns together, nothing that would make Sunny freak out and do something stupid.
You already had enough of that to deal with, you thought, watching your poopie babbeh and Sunny’s purple babbeh both approach the chirping litter out of curiosity.
“Yay!” Your poopie said, “Hi nyu bwuddas an-“
Sunny pushed him away, “Nu! Poopie nu gib poopieness to babbehs!”
You rolled your eyes, stepping over. You nudged your babbeh away to his small sleeping patch.
“Go sweepies, nee hewp fin’ nummies next bwite time.” You told him. Poopie sat down and curled up in his small makeshift bed, though not taking his eyes off the new litter.
Purple on the other hand wagged her tail, looking to the babbehs and back to her mummah. Ever since Sunny had announced the tummy babbehs she hadn’t given the purple foal much attention. She’d be receiving next to none now that they’d arrived.
You walked back up to the two. “’Ou get sweepies tu. Nu am wittle babbeh nu mowe, hab tu hewp wit nummies.”
Purple looked back to her mother, all of Sunny’s attention were on her new foals. Purple turned around, heading to her own bed.
Smarty and tuffy decided to retire with her. As Sunny licked the filth from her foals, you sat to stand guard. You intended to do so until the sun came up.
its almost (just a hunch) her attitude is like got bored with ol toys and focus on new ones.