Requested by @theatricks , there will be a bit of a followup when I get around to it.
You are Fiona, a tan earthie fluffy with a red mane. You are a very lucky fluffy! You got rescued from a group of meanie stallions that were going to give you forever sleepies after they were done giving you the worstest special huggies by a nice mister that worked at a shelter! And then you got adopted from the shelter the same day, before they could take your tummy babies away! She told you she wanted her baby to see you have babies, that it would be âeducationalâ!
Her baby is a little human named Braxton! Heâs as big as two of you, and still very much a baby! He even talks a little like you! Youâre so excited that your babies will have someone to grow up with, how perfect!
You donât really have a safe room, Mummah set up your special bed in the âplay roomâ, which is mostly colored in shades of brown like you. A tan rug covered pale wood floors, a grey litter box against the eggshell walls, and unpainted wooden toys were stored in a dark brown toy box. It was very fun that everything matched you but⊠you wished there was more fun colors. Not enough to complain, of course! You knew how good you had it after a life on the streets. The only bit of color in the room you could see was the sliver of blue sky between the white curtains. You spent the last few days of your pregnancy watching the puffy white clouds go by, humming mummah songs to yourself.
Today after breakfast Braxton came in to look out the window with you.
âHuwwo, Bwaxtin!â You chirped to him. You practiced very hard to say his name right, it was a hard one for you. Humans gave such interesting names to their babies!
âHi fluffy.â He said without looking at you. Youâd reminded him so many times of your name, maybe he had trouble saying it too. He pulled himself up onto the toy box to look out the window, completely blocking your view. That made you kinda sad, as there wasnât much else to do in the bland room. Your babies were kicking pretty hard today, so you could think about them! They felt like they would be strong little foals, with how hard they were hitting your insides they would be very good at kicking!
âOofâŠâ you moaned as the pain started to build. No, this was something else. You felt pressure build inside you, thankful that Mummah got you a nice bed with an attached litterbox. âBIGGEST POOPIES!â You wailed.
You heard Mummah come into the room as you tried to pass the giant poopies. âBraxton, come here! Itâs time!â
âFor what?â He said, hopping down from the toy box.
âFiona is having her babies!â Mummah said, kneeling down next to you.
âHab⊠babbehs?!â You gasped between contractions.
âYes! This is the most beautiful process in the world, dear Braxton.â Mummah explained as she pulled a woven basket full of rags over. âThis is where you came from!â
âEwww⊠she made poopies!â He said.
âYes, that happens sometimes. Thereâs a lot of pressure inside her from the babies coming out. Look, you can see the first one!â Mummah pointed at your special place.
âNu wook at spechow pwace!â You tried to protest.
âHush, Fiona. Thereâs no such thing as private parts in this house.â Mummah said.
You were in too much pain to argue with her, moaning as you felt the first little form fall out of you.
âAnd thereâs the first one. What color is it, Braxton?â
âUhhhâŠâ he trailed off.
âThat little one is yellow!â Mummah answered for him. âNow we need to clean the fluids off the baby so heâll be nice and clean.â
You heard the chirping and tried to turn to take your baby but another contraction ripped through you.
âThereâs another one, mommy!â
âYes there is! There will be lots of them, what color is this one?â
âI know! Itâs blue like the sky!â He answered.
Blue like the sky! You looked up at the sliver of sky you could see. Your foals would be so pretty!
You felt another form fall from you.
âAlright, your turn!â Mummah said.
âBut itâs gross!â Braxton whined. âI donât want to touch it!â
âItâs part of the miracle of life! Itâs all natural and beautiful, nothing natural is gross!â Mummah said. âHere, take this and wipe the baby.â
You panted, listening to the chirps of your foals. They sounded⊠distressed!
âBabbehs⊠neeâ⊠MummahâŠ.â you panted, trying to turn towards your foals.
âNot now, Fiona. You just focus on delivering your babies, let Braxton learn.â Mummah pushed your head back towards the window.
âOopsâŠâ Braxton said.
âOOPS?!â you cried. âWHAâ BWAXTIN MEAN OOPS?!â
âThatâs alright buddy, just try again. Here, take the yellow one. Remember that theyâre very fragile!â
You felt another pressure build in you, a third form plopped out of you.
âThere you go, gently like that!â Mummah said, setting a gross rag down next to you. âMake sure you get all over it!â
âAM BABBEH OTAY?!â you screeched.
Mummah pressed her hand over your mouth. âFiona. This is a beautiful moment and youâre ruining it.â
âLike this, Mommy?â
âWell⊠sort of. Letâs try it one more time.â
With Mummahâs hand blocking your nose and mouth you couldnât breathe! You tried to push it away with your hooves as your head started to swim. Their voices got very distorted and far away as your air ran out, your thoughts and movements getting weaker and weaker. Just before everything went black your muzzle was released and precious air filled your lungs once again.
You gasped for a moment, letting your faculties return.
â-and then I gave one more push and you came into the world! Right there!â You looked over to see Mummah pointing at a dark stain on the rug.
Right! You just had babies!! Where were they?? You couldnât hear them chirping!! You got your hooves under you as Mummah continued talking about giving birth to Braxton to look for your foals.
In a pile of soiled rags you saw a hint of blue fluff. Babies shouldnât be buried! What if they couldnât breathe! You quickly brushed aside the stained cloth and froze.
The foal had its insides⊠on the outside. A grimace of pain frozen on its tiny face, mouth ajar and lumps of innards bulging out of it. Itâs tiny rib cage crushed inwards asymmetrically.
Your heart started to pound as you turned to see the yellow foal, curled unnaturally on the floor next to it. Itâs spine bent sharply just below its tiny wings, a distinct right angle formed by the dislocated bones.
âAm⊠nu am mummahâŠâ you whispered, your legs rattling below you. You had spent every moment of every day since leaving the shelter thinking about these foals. Coming up with names, practicing songs, dreaming of the games you would play together.
âNo, no, you still have this pretty baby!â Mummah held out a chestnut brown foal in her cupped palms. âBraxton did his best, and weâre going to appreciate what he did well instead of focusing on the negatives, okay Fiona? Thatâs better for his self esteem.â
You sat back, gently taking the foal from her. Itâs face was also screwed into a grimace of pain, but no sound came from it as you clutched it to your chest.
âAnd really, thatâs the prettiest baby. The other ones are so⊠garish."
The little foal didnât chirp at all. You could see a small amount of boo-boo juice leaking from his tiny mouth. You gently lowered him to your milky place, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he winced with every suckle.
âWasnât that beautiful, Braxton?â Mummah asked.
âIt was gross!â He shouted.
âIt was beautiful, dearie. Itâs a beautiful process!â Mummah said, gathering up the soiled cloth. You reached out to stop her from taking the corpses of your foals but she brushed your hooves away.
âAnd weâll have lots of fun watching the baby grow, wonât we?â
