You are a fluffy!
The nicest lady that fills your bowl everyday calls you See Fwoow, but that’s a silly name. Why would the nice lady want you to see the floor when there’s so many other pretty fluffies around? Um… anyways you just call yourself Fluffy! You have pretty brown fluff like your kibble is and a pointy thingy on your head but most importantly, you have tummy babies! The thought of them being nice and comfy cozy in your belly is enough to make you happy enough to ignore the mean cage that feels smaller everyday.
The nicest lady came around to give you your nummies for the day and you tried to give her your bestest hugs but your tummy was sooooo big you couldn’t move your leggies and that made you reaally sad… but when she said you were going to get to see your tummy babies this bright time it made you so happy you almost forgot about your leggies! The nice lady told you there were some things they had to do before you could see them though and gave you a really pretty red button and told you to use your smelly place to press it if your belly feels funny today. You could hardly sit still and hummed your mummah songs while waiting for babies to come out. The other mummahs around you heard what the lady said and told you all kinds of things like how to clean them, love them, and make sure they grow up big and strong!
It was almost sleep time when your tummy got rumbly and you could feel your babies squirming a lot more than they normally do so you pressed the pretty button which is good cause you thought they were never going to come! A couple of forevers passed and the nice lady and one and one more misters you’d never seen before were around your pen and asked if you were ready. You told them yes and rolled you over and started cutting your pretty belly fluff off! No matter how many times you told them “NU! Dat nu am gud fow babbehs!” and “Pwease nu toush miwky pwace! Babbehs nee’ does!” they just kept doing it! The. They put stickies all over you and put a bunch of wires on the stickies, they said it was a “ee-keh-gee” and would let them look at your hearties, it didn’t hurt but it was reeeally scary and you couldn’t stop huu huuing! Finally they turned you back over and against the wall. All the other mummahs tried to calm you down and told you how happy they were for you but it didn’t stop the hot tears from matting down your eye fluff.
Things only got worse as time got closer and you felt like you needed to make poopies but couldn’t! You pushed and pushed when the meanie nicest lady told you to until it finally came to a head. You “EEEEE”-ed louder than you ever had and screamed “BIGGEST POOPIES!!” as you felt a wave of relief wash over you, you didn’t even realized you made bad peepees in the struggle and there was something scary you never smelled before… but none of that mattered when you heard the chirping behind you, you needed to give licky cleanies and milkies and love to your baby! Before you could turn around another wave made you go stiff and the meanie nicest lady and all the other mummahs told you to push.
This went on over and over for what felt like all the forevers, but finally it all stopped. Exhausted and beaten but finally small enough to use your leggies again you turned around and cleaned your babies, you gagged at the yucky tasting afterbirth but you knew you had to lick it all clean. Even though the meanie nicest lady and the one and one more meanie misters had something funny over their mouthies you could tell by their see places that something wasn’t right but you still continued your mission. When the deed was done you set you’re new bundle of joys on your milky places but you still couldn’t get the smell from your nose… it made your fluff stand on end and put a shiver down your back but all the mummahs saying how good of a job you did and how happy they were for you helped calm your nerves a bit as you looked over your new brood.
There were more babies than you could even count! was a blue one, a white one with wingies, a brown one with a pointy thingy just like you! (That one was your favorite even though you’d never let that get in the way of how you’d treat your lovelies), a purple one, and a beautiful glittery white one with a pointy thing and…
No, no that’s not right… a wingie… but a pointy thi… but it has wingi… wait… it… you bring it closer to your face against everything in you screaming to get it away. It reeks, the horrifying smell seemingly has its source and you don’t like it, but it makes sense. The confusing form wriggling in your hoofies, the stench coming off it, the amount of pain you were in. This isn’t your baby, it CANT be your baby.
It… it’s a…
“M-m-m-m-MUNSTAAAAAAAH!!!”
Bad mummah. Very, VERY bad mummah. She better get punished for calling her special babbeh a munstah!