In a lush and tranquil forest, hidden and protected under the sturdy roots of a large oak tree, a heavily pregnant mare laid on a bed of sticks and leaves, with a small pile of berries and edible flowers to her side. The den itself was a comfortable temperature, pleasantly dry, and from between the roots the mare had a partial view of the natural scenery outside her nest, allowing the Fluffy to see the tall trees that surrounded her nest, all under the peaceful daytime sky. For most feral Fluffies, this would have been an optimal living situation: A cozy and secure nest, with plenty of food, and a nice view, but the pregnant mare was not most feral Fluffies, and she was absolutely miserable.
Her name was Uphie, a Pegasus variant of the Fluffies. She had beige fur, with two tiny wings, a curly mane and a long tail, both of which were a pale blonde with white streaks, and she had a pair of bright yellow eyes. That being said, her bright colors were currently masked under several layers of dirt and grime, with twigs and leaves trapped in her mane and her tail stained with feces and urine. Her belly was also severely swollen, with the mare clearly in the late stages of pregnancy, as such her stubby legs were barely able to touch the ground, rendering her practically immobile, with the Fluffy only able to crawl around her nest to eat or relieve herself at the far corner of the den.
However, it was not her current helpless state that made her miserable, nor the notion that she did not feel and smell pretty, rather it was the fact that her specaw fwen, had been gone for so long now. Uphie had counted that three darkies times had passed and had already begun to acknowledge the fact that her specaw fwen might not come back. Miserable with the knowledge that she might not see her specaw fwen ever again, Uphie felt so lonely. But, technically she was not alone and she was reminded of this fact as she felt her foals move about in her belly. Reminded of their existence, she began to say her favorite phrase.
“Babbehs make ebeting bettah” she muttered to herself softly.
This was her mantra, her source of hope in an otherwise bleak situation. Babies make everything better, the name and catchphrase of her favorite TV show, back during a time when she had a nice warm home and a loving human owner. A show that focused on the various happy Fluffy mares with their foals, painting their lives as perfect, and implanting the impression into Uphie’s head that her life would be perfect too, once she had foals of her own, creating a scenario all too common amongst runaway Fluffies.
She had racked her brain trying to understand why her mummah never allowed her to have foals of her own. She remembered something about her mummah calling her “mommy’s forever baby” and how she could never allow her baby to have babies of her own, but Uphie could never understand that, as she knew she was a fully-grown Fluffy. However, the mare knew that, as soon as she gave birth to her big batch of cute, little foals, everything would turn for the better.
Uphie had everything already figured out. Once she gave birth to her foals, they would all head home and, seeing how cute her colorful foals were, her mummah would immediately realize how wrong she was for not letting Uphie have foals in the first place. She would become so sorry for making Uphie run away and beg for forgiveness. Uphie, of course, would forgive her mummah for being a dummeh, but only under the condition that her mummah would do whatever she asked from then on. Of course her mummah would have to agree and Uphie would get her old, cozy life back, with her nice, loving mummah and a her cute foals. It was perfect and Uphie knew that it would absolutely not fail, she just needed to avoid getting forever sleepies… She just needed to survive.
Forever sleepies. The thought of it had reminded her of her bleak situation. A cruel reminder of how easy it was to die in the wild. She looked out to the calm blue sky from between the roots and another whimper escaped her lips, as she imagined the scary snarling face of a munstah popping into view. She quickly put her head down on the ground and closed her eyes, as her body began to tremble.
“Babbehs make ebeting bettah. Babbehs make ebeting bettah. Babbehs make ebeting bettah!” She muttered repeatedly, each with more conviction than the previous.
It was the only thing she could think to do, and it worked somewhat. Everytime she said the phrase, she was reminded that she needed to be strong for her soon-babbehs and soon she had stopped thinking about such scary thoughts, but it still did not make the feeling of sadness go away.
“Wostest heawt huwties!” She moaned aloud pitifully.
With that statement, Uphie broke and laid her head on the ground as she began to sob helplessly. This was all too much for her to bear, and her mind began to curse her mummah and specaw fwen for leaving her, lamenting the unfairness of this situation. She continued crying until she could cry no more, then just stared at the side of her den, wallowing in self-pity. The foals in her belly moved again, but it did nothing to improve her mood. She closed her eyes, whimpering in defeat.
As she whimpered, Uphie began to remember one of the things she loved about her mummah the most: Song Time. Whenever she felt scared, or got injured by tripping herself or simply just felt tired after a long day of playing, Uphie would ask her mummah for Song Time and rarely would her mummah say no. Though it had been so long, she could still remember it like it was yesterday: The feeling of coziness as she laid down on her mummah’s snug lap, the warmth of mummah’s hand as she gently stroked Uphie’s mane, and the delightful sound of mummah’s soft voice as she sang some song about the world being small after all. She could remember looking at her mummah’s beautiful grey eyes and her kind smile… Feeling mummah’s pure, wholehearted love, as well as this feeling of safety, as she knew that nothing bad would ever happen to her… Because her mummah was here and her mummah would definitely protect her. Uphie yearned for such feelings once again and decided that, once she got back home, Song time was the very first thing she would ask for.
The idea that she would get Song Time in the near future, was enough to lift her spirits and she began to hum the tune to that song. With every note, she began to feel better and better. Thenshe began to grow bolder, humming louder as she felt her vigor rising and confidence strengthening. She started to feel like she could take on the world and endure all the bad things coming her way. Yet all it took was the loud snap of a twig being stepped on, to quickly remind her of her reality. She immediately went silent and strained her ears, listening intently in absolute silence, desperately trying to figure out if there was any scary munstahs nearby. She waited tensely for what felt like forever until she was quite sure that there were no munstahs coming. Sighing in relief, she began to calm down and rested her head on the ground, at ease. It would seem that she would survive a little while longer, but all that bravado she had built up earlier was now gone, and she had reverted back to her miserable self.
She started making soft sobs, as she stared at the trees outside. The red, orange, yellow, and green leaves rustled against a gentle wind, as the sky began to change from blue to orange. Such bright colors would have filled any other fluffy with wonder, but Uphie had seen this sight so many times at her house. Back then, she had the safety of her no-see wall. Out here, it was hard to enjoy the sight with the constant fear of munstahs and the knowledge that the darkie time was coming.
She began to brace herself for what was to come and muttered her mantra over and over, treating it as though it was an incantation that would magically make the scary times go away. But as the sky turned from blue to orange, and then orange to a dark indigo , fear slowly overcame her. Suddenly, her foals began to writhe around in her belly, as though they were frightened too. which caught her by surprise and made her scream . She began to wriggle violently in a panic, which caused her foals to writhe around even more. This, in turn, caused her to freak out. She began loudly telling her soon-babbehs to calm down over and over - practically screaming in fear and frustration.
Her eyes widened as she realized how loud she was being, and her mind began to imagine a dozen munstahs appearing from the darkness, as well as the memories of her last night with her herd. She could remember the bickering between her bestest fwen and some other Fluffies, and then the scary barkie munstahs coming from all sides. She could remember the screaming and the chaos, and began to imagine the barkie munstahs approaching her den.
She screamed again and began to crawl away from the entrance, as she imagined a barkie munstah peering inside with its mouth full of sharp teeth. She desperately began to crawl as fast as she could from the entrance, to the far side where she usually relieved herself, as her mind began imaging the barkie munstah cackling loudly at finding some new nummies.
Memories of the herd being torn apart began to flash in her mind and she burrowed herself in between her poopies. The horrible stench of dried feces and urine invaded her nostrils and made her want to retch. But such discomforts were nothing compared to the idea of some barkie munstah ripping her to shreds, limb by limb. The thought of such a creature biting into her belly and eating her insides, as well as eating her soon-babbehs, was enough to make her piss herself in fear. Slowly, the darkness began to creep inside her den, and she began to wail, pleading to her mummah, her speshuw fwen, or her bestest fwen for help.
Her mind was racing and her body was shaking. The darkness had completely taken over the den, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Memories of her herd being ripped apart flooded her mind. The sight of their broken, bleeding bodies; the sounds of Fluffies screaming in terror or desperately begging for mercy; and the cruel eyes of the barkie munstahs. Uphie could imagine those eyes starting at her right now, the cold, piercing stare of a munstah waiting to rip her apart, and she could only scream.
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
She screamed louder and louder, fluttering her wings intensely, shaking her head and legs violently, and evacuating her bowels. She screamed until her voice grew hoarse, moved her wings, head, and legs until she had no more strength, and defecated until there was nothing left, and even then she still tried to move about. Still trying to scream. Still trying to shake her body. Anything to make the imaginary munstah go away. She kept going until her fear-fueled adrenaline wore off and the last of her energy was gone. Then she simply collapsed, falling asleep in her bed of waste.
She woke up the next morning feeling completely tired. The stench of feces quickly assailed her nose again, and she sighed as she saw her fur covered in a thick, fresh layer of poopies. She began to crawl back to her bed of sticks and leaves, away from the place that didn’t make her feel pretty, and closer to the lights of bright time. She felt dead on the inside and ugly on the outside, and she also had pretty bad tummy hurties.
She crawled to her nummies at the side of her bed, and began gorging on the berries and dead leaves. Some of the berries tasted sweet, most tasted sour, and the leaves tasted bland. They may have satisfied her hunger, but all she could think about was all the delicious nummies she had back at home: kibbles that tasted so sweet; creamy tasty soup; and, best of all, sketti… A taste which nothing else could compare to . The thought of not having any of these made her bitter.
“Stoopid mummah!” she muttered to herself. “Wai nu wet Uwpee hab babbehs. Wai make Uwpee wun away! Dis aww dummeh mummah fauwt! If dummeh mummah wet Uwpee hab babbehs, den Uwpee nu hab to wun away! Nu hab to wiv in scawy outtsie pwacie! Nu hab to sweep in poopies! Nu hab to feel nu pwetty ow nu smeww pwetty! Nu hab to num stoopid bewwies an’ weafies! Is nu faiw! Nu faiw!”
She began to grow more agitated and started to curse her specaw fwen as well.
“Wai dummeh nu backsies! Wai take su wong! Dun yu knu dat Uwpee hab wowstest heawt huwties an’ scawdie feewings?! Wai yu dummeh, speshuw fwen?!”
She began to feel her foals bumping around her belly, but instead of calming her down, they would in fact agitate her further.
“Dummeh soon-babbehs!” She ranted “Wat tak yu su wong! Dun yu knu yu mummah am hurtie! Uwpee nee dummeh babbehs tu weave tummie nao! Nee dummeh babbehs su Uwpee gu bak hom n gib dummeh mummah wostest heartie owwies fu mak Uwie wun away n mak mummah sowwi su gib Uwpee and babbehs ebeting n nu compwain anymow”
The foals suddenly stopped moving in her belly, leading Uphie to believe that her foals heard her and gotten offended. She began to panic.
“Nu nu nu nu!” she stuttered quickly. “Sowwi! Am sowwi soon-babbehs! Mummah am sowwi! Nu mean tu caw soon-babbehs dummehs, mummah am sowwi!”
She could not feel her foals moving, making her believe they were still angry with her. She rested her head on the ground and began to softly sob. The anger that consumed her mind was quickly replaced by regret and self-loathing. She kept muttering ‘sowwi’ over and over, desperately trying to atone. She couldn’t believe she had said such mean things to her foals, her mummah, and, most especially, her speshuw fwen. She wished desperately for one of them to save her.
“Babbehs make ebeting bettah,” she muttered softly to herself.
She repeated her mantra over and over, staring outside with a lifeless gaze. She had no energy to move. She had no optimistic thoughts. She hated how unfair it was that a good fluffy like her had to suffer so much. Tears began to fall as she closed her eyes. Secretly, she wanted to die. But suddenly, as though sensing her emotional stress, the foals began to move inside her belly. She opened her eyes in surprise and wiggled about, believing her foals were ready to forgive her.
“Am so sowwi, soon-babbehs! Mummah nu mean tu caw yu dummeh soon-babbehs!”
Her foals continued moving, making Uphie believe they had forgiven her. A small smile crept onto her face as she began to jiggle about, shaking her legs excitedly.
“Babbehs make ebeting bettah!” she stated with conviction.
This time, her mantra was able to lift her spirits. She just needed to be patient. She just needed to be strong. Soon, her foals would arrive and her life would turn around for the better. She looked outside at the calm blue sky, staring at the puffy white clouds. They looked so soft and reminded her of the pillows at home. They reminded her of the walls in her safe room, light blue with similar white clouds. Her foals wriggled about in her belly, making Uphie excited.
“Soon-babbehs wan heaw aww 'bout mummah safe woom?!” she exclaimed in surprise.
The foals wriggled about in excitement as though agreeing, which made Uphie all the more excited as she reminisced about all the wonderful things in her safe room. She talked about the big pink castle that surrounded her bed, with her bed being this soft mat that somehow always stayed warm, even on the coldest of days, and a cuddly blanket that was just about the softest thing she had ever hugged in her life. She described the pillows in her bed, each a different color of the rainbow. Uphie made a tiny squeal of excitement as she imagined seven foals of different colors, each sitting on a pillow that matched their own. She imagined her multicolored litter all huddled together under the castle, forming the cutest little fluff pile the world had ever seen, and the thought made her giddy at the prospect of things to come.
Her foals themselves continued to move about in her tummy, fueling her excitement and she began to talk about all the toys she had in safe room. She had so many blocks that were big and easy to stack, a keyboard for making nice noises, a dance pad that lit up whenever she stepped on it, and so many huggie friends that she could make a small mound with them. She had her own personal playground with a tunnel, a slide, and a ball pit, and most importantly was her TV with all her favorite shows. She began to tap her hooves on the ground eagerly as she imagined all the foals in her safe room, a room bustling with activity as they played with every toy she owned.
She giggled to herself, continuing to reminisce and imagine how happy her foals would be at home. The whole morning passed quickly as she waited for them to come out. She could not wait. She was so ready. She had everything set. She imagined carrying her foals on her back and walking through the forest until she arrived home. She imagined seeing her mummah, getting really mad like before, but as soon as her mummah saw Uphie’s foals, she would cry and beg Uphie to come back home. Then life would just be happy. All that suffering and all that hurting would be worth it in the end, because she would get back her old life - and the foals that she had desired so much.
She imagined her happy family; her, her foals, and her mummah. But then she stopped. There were some fluffies missing in the picture - her speshuw fwen, her bestest fwen, and her herd. Her smile faded as she remembered all the friends she had lost. She thought about the sweet moments she had shared with her speshuw fwen, and all the fun she had with bestest fwen and her herd. The thought that she would never see any of them again made her cry, and she began to wonder whether she would really be happy when she got back home. Her happy home life was so close… but would she truly be happy, knowing that she could not share it with all her treasured friends?
She let out a faint sob and turned to her nummie pile to eat more berries, but as she looked at the pile, she noticed that it had gotten very small. There was hardly any food left, only a couple of berries and leaves. Her eyes widened in shock at the revelation, and she began to waddle to the den’s entrance. She tried to climb out, but her belly was far too bloated and her legs far too short to let her escape. She began gnawing on the roots, hoping she could bite her way out, but the roots were too sturdy and her teeth too soft. She shook her legs in a panic and tried to hit the roots, hoping they would create a ramp for her to escape, but the roots were too strong and she was too weak.
She started to panic, her breathing fast and deep. Suddenly, she realized that there was a possibility that she was going to starve in this den. She was gonna starve all alone, trapped under a tree, with her foals still inside her belly. She shook and shivered at the realization that she might actually die soon. With no options left, she could only think to scream.
“Hewp!” she cried out “Pwease hewp Uwpee!”
She tried to stick her head as far out as she could and screamed for someone to save her. Anybody. She screamed and screamed.
Then stopped, as she felt a strange sensation in her belly. The feeling that her foals wanted to come out. Her eyes widened again.
“Nu nu nu nu!” she screamed.
All this time wishing her babbehs would come, but when they actually did, it hit her that she wasn’t ready.She didn’t know what to do. She quickly waddled back into her nest, using all of her strength to keep her foals inside as she thought about what to do. She imagined her mummah singing her favorite song, telling her that everything was okay. She imagined her s speshuw fwen nuzzling her and whispering that he wuvved her. And she imagined her bestest fwen guiding her, like she always did. She took a deep breath and began to push. She needed to help her foals get free. She pushed and pushed, biting the roots as she felt a sharp pain from her lower region.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!!!"
She could feel the foals trying to push their way out. The pain of her insides stretching almost beyond their limits. She bit the roots again and tapped the ground with her hooves as the pain spread across her body. One foal came out, giving her brief relief, but then the pain quickly returned and another came out… then a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh, an eight and finally a ninth. There were no more. The pain had stopped. Uphie had given birth to nine foals and laid on the ground, exhausted. She had done it. Her babbehs were here. And she was so happy.
“Babbehs… make… ebeting… bettah…” she managed to mutter between exhausted breaths.
She could hear their cute chirps and turned to face them with a smile, but that smile quickly turned to horror as she stared at her newly born foals. They chirped as they crawled around. Their fur was wet with her birthing fluid, their bodies covered in her feces and urine. They looked gross and disgusting. She stared in horror as the chirping babies wriggled around, and she instinctively knew that she had to give them lickie cleanies, but she hated it. They tasted just as vile as they looked. They were nothing like the foals in her herd, or the ones on TV. They weren’t cute. They were supposed to be cute. Why weren’t they cute?!
Uphie continued to look at them in dread, and suddenly it occurred to her that her plan might no longer work. If she did not see these foals as cute, why would her mummah? And if they weren’t cute… how was she supposed to convince her mummah to take her back?
Uphie’s world came crashing down withthe realization that all the struggling and all the suffering might not have been worth it. Did she really run away so long ago… for this? A bunch of horrid-looking foals, chirping as they crawled through her filth? Her body trembled in fear as she realized she would get all the good things back. Her nice warm house, her bed, her toys, and her. She lost it all when she ran away. And this was what she got in return.
“B… babbehs make… ebeting bettah?” She said hesitantly.
She didn’t feel better. In fact, she felt worse. And for the first time in her life, she realized that the phrase she had believed in for so long… might have been wrong. She had finally come to understand that perhaps… babies didn’t make everything better.
Hello! Name is MEY. Been lurking around the site for a while now and I wanted to write my own Fluffy story.
Edit: Special thanks to @severenachoduck, who went through the whole of Part 01 and highlighted all my grammar, punctuation, mis-spellings, and such.
