As Raspberry entered her third trimester and officially hit beach ball stage where she was unable to use her legs anymore, she came to a very slow but important realisation.
Being pregnant fucking sucked.
Not only was she constantly tired all the goddamn time with cramp in her stomach that never let up, but since Victoria had taken away Nova, Raspberry had had to ger her own food, play on her own, clean up her own shit.
At times she would miss Nova and wish he was with her so she could have someone to lord over, other times she was glad he was gone because it was his fucking fault she was in this mess.
A dull ache coursed through her belly and Raspberry grimaced at the painful interruption.
âDummeh munstah tummeh-babbehs, stop gibben mummah huwties. Ow mummah gun gib yu aww wowstesh hoofies.â
âRaspberryâŚâ
The pregnant mare gasped and turned to the door, Victoria stood against the door-frame, 1aa shit-eating grin on her face for having caught Raspberry in the act.
ââŚPlay nice. Remember our deal.â
Raspberry grumbled, of course she remembered the deal. Love and feed each and everyone of her foals until they were old enough not to need her milk anymore. If all of them survived, then Raspberry and as many or as few of her favourite children would go to a good home with a nice mummy.
Victoria had been drilling it into Raspberryâs head for weeks now, even still the pink idiot still felt injustice done unto her by her unborn young.
âBu dummeh babbehs gib mummah tummeh-huwties. Wai dey du dat, am dey dummeh?â
âTheyâre infants you dumb cunt. LESS than infants, thatâs what babies do, they hurt because theyâre rolling around inside of there, without a fucking clue as to whatâs going on.â
Raspberry tried to turn away from Victoria, but her bloated form made that pretty much impossible. âNu say meanie wowdies in fwont of tummeh-babbehs.â
Victoria rolled her eyes. âWhy do you do that?â
âDu wha?â
âCall you own children a bunch of idiots then get insulted when I call them a bunch of idiots.â
âDey am Waspbewwyâs babbehs, onwy Waspbewwy say meanie fings bout babbehs cos dey bewong tu Waspbewwy.â
âAnd you belong to me which means your kids belong to me and I can insult them without you getting on my ass about them.â
There was a long, LONG silence as Raspberryâs pea-brain struggled to come up with a retort. After far too long she stuck her nose up and refused to look at Victoria.
âYu nu undastan, yu nu a mummah.â
Now the silence was in Victoriaâs court, and it lasted just a little too long for Raspberryâs comfort, reluctantly she turned over towards Victoria and saw a look on the blondeâs face she had never seen before. The cool, uncaring bitch was gone and in her place was pure, unbridled rage.
Then a second later and it was gone, replaced by the shit-eating grin again.
âSuit yourself, Iâll bring up dinner when I feel like it. Itâs kibble again Iâm afraid.â
âNUU!! Wan sketti, wai am dummeh Noba nu gitten bestesh soon-mummah skettis?â
Victoria paused for a moment. âGood question, let me go ask him.â
With that she left the Safe-Room, leaving Raspberry alone again to struggle with another cramp ripping through her.
âDummeh munstah babbehs.â
It was a couple of days later when Raspberry got a surprise at dinner time, Victoria walked in with a fresh plate of steaming hot spaghetti.
âSKETTI? WEAWWY?â
Victoria nodded as she set the golden and ruby ambrosia in front of her, just out of reach for the bloated mare. âYes, really. I had a long chat with Nova and told him that he really needed to up his game, to actually deliver for you; the mother of his unborn children. I mean how long has it been since you last had spaghetti.â
Raspberry tried straining her neck towards the plate, her tongue outstretched, bare millimetres away from the sauce. âTuu⌠hnngh, wong mumm⌠hhhnngh⌠ah. Need sketti, NYO!â
Victoria smirked at the pathetic sight, it had been two weeks since Raspberryâs last spaghetti dinner. Victoria had planned to not let her have any ever again, but she had a small change of plans that she felt could work in her favour.
âWell Nova realised how lazy he had been and he delivered, got you enough spaghetti for you and your babies for two whole days.â
âTWO BWITE TIMES!? Dat⌠dat am mowe dan wun.â
âNo shit.â
âWha?â
âThatâs right, it is more than one. Took a lot out of him down, heâs all kinds of messed up. Might be a few more days before heâs up for getting you more, so enjoy it while it lasts.â
Raspberry didnât listen, too busy giving herself a hernia trying to reach the plate, eventually
Within a second and a half pink mare was drenched in red as she attacked the spaghetti with a flurry, sending sauce and noodles all over the fucking place. Victoria seethed as the cuffs of her white jeans were splattered with tomato sauce but she kept her anger in check.
There would be time for that later.
With half her dinner gone in 5 seconds flat, Raspberry finally stopped to breath, and in doing so gave herself time to actually think.
âMummah? Am Waspbewwy eba gun see Noba gain?â
âOh? Missing him a little are we?â
âNu, Noba stiww am dummeh munstah who gib bad enfies. Bu Waspbewwy nu see in him in many fowebas, am bowing bein soon-mummah awone. Need nudda Fwuffy tup way wiv an git soon-mummah nummies wen hab tummeh-huwties an gib wickie-cweanies wen hab bad poopies.â
âSo you donât want a friend, you want a slave.â
âYEH! Dat am da wowdies, swave. Can Waspbewwy hab swave pwease mummah?â
ââŚNo.â
Raspberry let out a loud âHarumphâ and kicked at her plate, only to knock it far enough back that her immobile form couldnât reach it anymore.
âNUUUUHUUUHUUUU! Come bak sketti, soon-mummah need y utu gib bestesh nummies to gud babbehs an⌠HNNNGHHH, Dummeh babbehs nu gib mummah tummeh-huwties nyo.â
Victoria let out a snort-laugh as she watched the beach-ball bitch try to punch one of her hoofs down to her belly, but lacking anything close to a working elbow she could only flail aimlessly.
âI thought mums were supposed to love their kids, youâve been a right shit to them ever since you got knocked up.â
âDey munstah babbehs, come fwom munstah daddeh. Munstah Fwuffies am bad.â
âWhat you got against monsters?â
âFwuff-mawt awways say munstah Fwuffies am gud Fwuffies, munstah Fwuffies nu am munstahs. Bu munstah Fwuffies awways take da nyu mummahs an daddehs, mummahs an daddehs nu eban wook at Waspbewwy cos Waspbewwy am onwy wingie-Fwuffy, nu hab pointy wike dummeh munstahs. Waspbewwy see aww da munstah Fwuffies gu hab wawm homesies and gud toysies, Waspbewwy weft awone, nu-wun wan Waspbewwy. Eben munstah mummah nu wan Waspbewwy.â
âCome now Raspberry, itâs notâŚâ
âWaspbewwy nu am dummeh, Waspbewwy knyo munstah mummah nu cawe bout Waspbewwy. Jus wan munstah babbehs in Waspbewwy tummeh so can make mowe munstah Fwuffies. Waspbewwy nu wub munstah babbehs, munstah mummah can hab munstah babbehs, jus pwomise Waspbewwy hab gud homesie, wiv hoomin whu ak-too-ah-wy wan Waspbewwy.â
Victoria stood in silence for several seconds, her eyes locked with Raspberryâs as though in a mental battle for superiority. After a moment though, she knelt down in front of her and smiled at the pink mare.â
âYou just keep up your end of the deal. Every one of those foals reaches the age they donât need milk and youâll get your good home. That I can promise you.â
With a slow, deliberate hand, Victoria reached over to the plate of spaghetti and gently pushed it back in front of Raspberry.
âNow eat up, you need to give those babies the best food to make them grow big and strong, isnât that right.â
Raspberry looked at her plate, then up at Victoria, then back at her plate. Eventually she took to finishing her dinner, but there was clearly less gusto in her actions now.
âHNNNGGGGHHHH!!! BIGGESH POOPIES!â
The time had finally come, Raspberry was given birth, and she was all alone.
She frantically looked around, the safe-room door was closed and Victoria was off with Nova doing whatever the hell they had been doing together for the last several forevers. There was no-one around, and she didnât know what she had to do.
âMUMMAH! MUMMAH! DUMMEH MUNSTAH MUMMAH, BABBEHS AM HEWE, HEWP WASPBEWWY!â
Nothing, the door remained closed. Raspberry struggled and seethed as pressure built up from both her poopie and her special-place, eventually pushing through as a solid lump but she was too pained to know which place it came from, just that it was hot and wet and hard.
It took another painful lump to push out of her before the door finally opened and Victoria strolled in without a care in the world.
âMUMMAH! BABBEHS AM HEWE, HEWP WASPBEWWY!â
âI can see that Raspberry, hold your horses. Youâre just shitting out kids, even you canât fuck that up.â
âHUUUU!!! Bu dey gibben Waspbewwy wowstesh huwties, wai nu-wun teww Waspbewwy babbehs gib wowstesh huwties?â
âWelcome to the joys of womanhood, now suck it up and get on with it.â
Raspberry watched as Victoria reached over and pulled out one of the painful lumps from behind her, placing it gently to the side. In her expanded form, Rapsberry couldnât see much, but she saw a faint whisp of red in the corner of her eye.
âAm dat babbehs?â
âFocus on delivery, Iâll keep any kids safe until youâre finished.â
âBu babbehs need MumaaAAAAAHHHHH!â
A third log of agony pushed through her, following swiftly by a squirt of liquid shit. Victoria scowled at the mess but picked up the lump regardless and placed it with the other.
What followed was an hour of contractions, screaming and shitting as Raspberry gave birth to her very first litter. Some times Victoria would reach over and pick up one of the lumps Raspberry pushed out, other times now, between the pain and the delirium it was hard to tell how many foals she pushed out but after one final push, Raspberry felt a run of liquid leaking out of her and her body finally deflate.
Exhausted, she felt her eyes start to close, until a tiny noise woke her up again.
âPeepâ
âBabbehs?â
With a sudden burst of energy, Raspberry shot up and looked over at where Victoria had gathered her foals. Her face beamed as she counted three and three babbehs, an incredible number for an incredibly mum like her, but then her smile slowly fades as she looked over all of her foals.
A red and white Alicorn colt.
A white and pink Alicorn filly
A monochrome white unicorn filly
A purple and red Alicorn colt.
A red and pink Alicorn filly
And a monochrome pink Pegasus colt.
Six foals and four of them were monsters, Raspberry felt her elation quickly leave her, it just wasnât fair, she was a good Fluffy, what had she done to deserve such stupid, monstrous babies? Why couldnât sheâŚ
âRaspberry.â
The sound of Victoriaâs soft but stern voice broke Raspberry out of her sulk. She looked over at her owner, flinching a little at the serious look on her face.
âYou need to clean the, and feed them. Youâre a mother now, donât forget that.â
âBu⌠bu dewe am su many munstah babbehs, nu am faiw. Waspbewwy am gud Fwuffy, wai hab su many munstah babbehs?â
âShit luck, now clean and feed.â
Raspberry grumbled some more but did as she was told, sitting upright, she leaned over and picked up the first foal, instinctively going for the pink Pegasus colt first. She lifted him up and licked him clean of the fluids from his birth, the colt chirped in fear but quickly gave way to happy peeps and chirps as he naturally recognised the warmth of his motherâs tongue.
It didnât take a genius to know Raspberry had immediately declared this child as her bestesh babbeh.
After cleaning him for a tad longer than necessary, Raspberry placed the pink colt down by her nearest teat and reached over for the white unicorn, the only other non-Alicorn foal in the litter. The white filly did the same as her brother and started peeping when she was picked up by a strange force, but once again that fear dissolved into happiness at the touch of her mother.
Only this motherâs touch was over just as soon as it started.
âYeugh, babbeh taste wike poopies, nu wike.â
âOf course she tastes like shit you moron, you shat on her. Thatâs why you have to clean her.â
âBuâŚâ
âClean!â
Raspberry grumbled some more but quickly finished her licking and placed the filly down by her other teat. Unable to avoid it any longer, Raspberry reluctant picked up the closest Alicorn, the red and pink filly, and very quickly licked her clean, barely giving the little thing time to appreciate the warm comfort. Victoria watched as Raspberry purposefully and deliberately moved the white filly off of her teat after barely getting a gulp of milk and replaced her with the Alicorn sister, all the while the pink colt guzzled down his first meal, unaffected by his siblings plight.
Raspberry felt Victoriaâs eyes on her, she crinkled her nose at her judgemental owner. âWha? Munstah mummah say Waspbewwy onwy need keep babbehs awive tiww nu need miwkies nu mowe? So wha if Waspbewwy gib bestesh babbeh mowe miwkies, munstah babbehs stiww git sum.â
âYou picked your golden child right quick. Let me guess, itâs because heâs so pretty like you.â
âYeh, babbeh am pinkie wike mummah, mummah am pwetty Fwuffy, su babbeh am pwetty Fwuffy.â
âReal manly colour you have there, strong pink for a strapping stallion.â
Raspberry harumphed and returned to cleaning her foals. She picked up the red and white colt, quickly licked him and was about to place him where the red and pink filly was, but reluctantly she moved the pink colt off of her and gave his brother the spot.
As though sensing his favourism fading away, the pink colt starting wailing.
âChirp! Peep peep peep.â
âIt ok bestesh babbeh, mummah am hewe. Mummah gib yu mowe miwkies afta dummeh bwuddas an sissies hab dwinkies.â
The pink colt started suckling his off, but the calming voice of his mother calmed him down. Seemingly on some level he understood her.
Once Victoria had watched all six foals receive a good meal and then five of them placed in a hugpile next to their mother while the pink colt took to having seconds, she walked across the room and sat down in front of Raspberry, the mare scowled at Victoria but said nothing.
âSo, I guess youâve picked out which kid youâre taking with you when you leave. Is it just Pinkie or do you have any others you want to take with you?â
âBabbeh nu namsie Pink-ee. Babbeh tuu widdew fow namesies. Bu yeh, nu cawe bout munstah babbehs, whitey babbeh am pwetty bu taste wike poopies, Waspbewwy nu wub. Munstah mummah can hab udda babbehs.â
âIâm glad weâre in agreement.â
âWha munstah mummah gun du wiv nu munstah babbeh? Waspbewwy knyo mummah hab munstah babbehs tu make mowe munstahs, bu wha du wiv whitey babbeh?â
âYou misunderstand my intentions Raspberry. Iâm not going to breed your foals. Iâm going to hurt them. Hurt them in the most horrible, nastier, cruellest ways I can think of. Probably kill them afterwards.â
Raspberry felt her blood run cold, she knew Victoria was a monster but hurting babbehs, even killing them, that was⌠that was too mean to even think about. She might have had no love for her monster babies, but they were still her babies, and for the first time in her life, Raspberry felt her maternal instincts kick in.
âBu⌠bu wai? Wai munstah mummah wan huwt babbehs?â
Victoria smirked. âDoes it matter?â
âBu dey babbehs, jus widdew babbehs.â
âAnd they are babies that youâve agreed to leave her with me to do with as I please.â
Raspberry looked down at her litter, their tiny bodies all huddle together for warmth, unconsciously cuddling each other in their slumber. She looked at them and an idea started to form in her head.
âWha if⌠wha if Waspbewwy wan take aww babbehs wiv hew?â
âThen you can take all of them.â
Raspberry wasnât expecting that answer. âWeawwy?â
âIâm not a republican serial villain Raspberry, I wouldnât tell you my masterplan if I didnât contingencies in place. I can use your kids for my purposes but if you want to take them all then I can use someone elseâs kids. It does not fucking matter to me, and all that matters to you is making sure they live long enough so whatever you do decide actually means something.â
Victoria leaned in closer, her cold, casual smile frightening Raspberry even more. âBut letâs be honest with ourselves, youâre going to leave your little monsters here with me because you are a predictable little cunt and I can read you like a fucking book.â
She let out a little giggle and stood up to leave the room, leaving Raspberry alone with her newborns, and a head full of horrible ideas of what Victoria might do to her children.
No, no she would prove the monster wrong, she would love each and every one of her children and save them all from whatever cruelty her monstrous mother had planned. She would be the best mother ever, and protect all of her babies.
With a soft tug, Raspberry pulled the pink colt off her teat, instantly her started to wail again but Raspberry quickly quietened him by placing him in the comforting heat of his sibling.
âIt ok bestesh babbeh, mummah keep yu wib bestesh bwuddas an sissies. Mummah nu wet munstah mummah gib anee of yu wowstesh huwties an foweba sweepies. Mummah am gud mummah, mummah wub aww babbehs.â
As Raspberry curled herself around her foals to keep them warm and slowly drifted off to sleep with them, Victoria stood just outside the safe-room door, listening to her every word. With an impish grin on her face, Victoria walked away to finalise her plans in the basement. In a way, she almost pitied Raspberry.
Poor thing had no idea what hell was about to be unleashed upon her.
Weâre in the endgame now, 2 chapters left and both are gonna be rough,
Chapter 9 might have one of the most disgusting things Iâve ever written so be prepared for that.
