In the Livingroom lemon sits in her special pillow nest still watching tv. You walk over and pick her up placing her on the floor taking a seat next to her. The stallion waits for you to invite him over and he approaches when you nod.
“Lemon this Fluffy is gonna give you tummy babies! Isnt that nice of him?”
“Wow ou am vewy pwetty stawwion! Ou be Wemon’s Speshul Fwend?”
The Green fluffy cringed at that though if he could put up with that hell beast out there it was hard to figure out why no legs was a hang up.
“No Lemon he cant stay but he will give you Babies so that’s good!”
“yay babbehs am bes ting eba” Lemon wiggled happily “tank ou no-speshul fwend, Wemon be bestest mummah to bestest babbehs”
“ok get to it” the green fluffy hesitates but then moves to the back of you pillowed fluff. Slowly he mounts her and it takes a bit of effort but eventually gets it in. The moment is awkward and seems to take forever but you finally start to hear.
“Enf…enf…enf enf Enf ENF…guud feews!” you let him sit for a minute still in Lemon, after all you dont want to need a round two.
“ok off you go!” You gently but firmly pull him off your fluffy “come on I got a treat for you and the others”
You take him back out doors where the mummah has started to nurse her babies on her crotch tit. She’s distracted stairing at the pot with her bestest babbeh. She doesn’t even sing. The male runs back to his special friend and young as you quickly check the foal in the pot. It took a bit longer than you had originally thought and the idea had crossed your mind that the baby could die of the cold from the ceramic. You pick up the creature that has left a shit streak on the pot and managed to coat itself in waste. These things were disgusting when not watched. You do your best to gently carry it while not getting poop on your hands and pass it off to the mother who nearly drops the one she was holding.
“ok as promised here is the food” you drop the pocket full of kibble and go back to the house to retrieve a dish with more in it “you can have this too but leave when you are done”
You don’t wait for them to answer and go back inside to your own little pillow. In the living room rolled gently on her side Lemon sings a little mummah song. Sure the tune is terrible, but she is rather cute. You spend the afternoon with the soon mummah getting up to make supper and then to chase the family of ferals. Feeding them may have been a mistake. You note that they only made it to the bushes in your side yard but that would be tomorrow’s problem.Who Needs Food? (underbear)