(UNORIGINAL I’M SORRY, THERE’S TOO MANY ORANGE FLUFFIES WITH GREEN MANES AND TAILS NAMED CARROT, lets just get on with it)
Mummah Surprise! Mummah Surprise! Can you find the ultra-rare alicorn? Maybe you can get a Forever Chirpy inside! Mummah Surprise! Mummah Surprise! New from Hasbio!
One sunny bright-time at the fluffymart, a rejected Mummah Surprise fluffy, a bright yellow mare with a red mane, full of tummeh babbehs, rips and tears her way out of her box. She finds herself in a makeshift “safe room” with a food bowl full of kibble, a thin layer of paper bedding, and some tubes, similar to those crittertrail hamster cages.
“BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!” She screamed as loudly as a soon-mummah could scream. But all that came out were a small pile of poopies, some blood, and two tiny foals. One was plump and chubby, with bright sky blue fluff with yellow spots, the other one was small and scrawny with faded orange fluff and some long green strands of hair on its little tail.
“Two foals? That’s all you could give, Scarlet?!”, yelled a summer intern. “But they are good colors so I can’t complain. They look like they could be worth something.” The staff opened the cage and took the foals from their mummah to the “no-no check room”. They peeped and chirped loudly, hungry for milkies.
“Wha? But babbehs nee’ Mummah! Babbehs need huggies and miwkies fwom Mummah! Wicky cweanies!”, Scarlet yelled.
“Stop whining! You’ll get your babies back! It’s only gonna take five minutes!”, she snapped.
The intern flipped the foals on their backs to check their no-nos to see if they were boys or girls.
“Hmmm.” She looked closely at both of the foals’ no-nos. “Both boys.”
“What should we name them?”, someone asked.
“The orange one… I’ll call him Carrot. The blue one with the yellow spots? Hmmm… Soda.”
One hour later, the intern put the foals back in the cage with Scarlet.
“It otay babbehs, ou safe now fwom dummie hoomans. Miwkies time!”
The foals greedily suckled from the garish mare’s swollen tits, with Soda getting most of it and Carrot hardly getting any.
“Mummah wubs hew bestest spotty-babbeh! Wicky cweanies!”
Soda peeped and cheeped happily, while Carrot could only “huu-huu-huu” himself to sleep.
Bright time turned to dark time, same thing, Soda drinks all the milkies, Carrot gets none. Rinse and repeat.
“yawn Gud dawk time babbehs… Mummah wubs ou so muchies…”
Tough luck, Carrot
