Title:           Breaking Dawn('s Water)
Author:          Hugboxfag
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First Edit:      Sunday 3rd of June 2012 05:41:28 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 3rd of June 2012 05:41:28 PM CDT

>”Uh-oh! Daddeh! Fwuffy gon mahe biiiiig poopies!”
>well, this is a phrase you’ve been expecting to hear
>your orange and caramel fluffy, Dawn, has been expecting for a few weeks
>she’s gotten so big that it’s gotten hard for her to walk
>you’ve had to pick her up when she had to use the litterbox, or she would drag herself along the floor
>and now she’s doing just that
>”Dawn, that’s not poopies. It’s babies.”
>she looks up at you, awestruck
>”Babbehs? Dawh gon be mummeh?”
>she’s known this for weeks, but you tell her yes anyways
>she attempts to hop up and down to celebrate, but she just wriggles her hooves around instead
>you decide taking her out to the back porch would be a good idea
>there’s no need to get your floor or table messy
>you lay a bunch of towels down, anyway
>”Here come babbehs!”
>she strains quite hard, and her eyes bulge a bit
>slowly, you begin to see one of the foals coming out
>she seems to be a light orange pegasus with a dark brown mane
>”Well, the first one’s a female.”
>”Yay! Dawh waneh giww!”
>you place your hands below the foal, so she doesn’t fall
>she splats into your hands
>eeugh
>you wipe the foal off with the towel, as well as your own hands
>suddenly, you realize something
>do fluffy foals breath on their own after being born?
>you know that most babies do when you rub them down, but you’re not sure
>you hold her upside-down to drain the mucus and give her a light tap on the bottom
>she doesn’t like this one bit, and starts crying
>well, at least she’s breathing
>you set her down next to her mother, and the pair snuggle together
>”Mummeh wuv babbeh! Mummeh be good mummeh!”
>”There’s another one coming. Hold on.”
>you hold your hands out to catch him again, but you wrap your hands in a towel this time
>after you dry him off, you can see his stomach inflating and deflating
>blue unicorn, darker blue mane
>you add him to the snuggle pile
>the two foals are sleeping right up against Dawn’s neck
>Dawn’s not done yet, though
>you’re starting to get the hang of this
>but that’s the last fluffy
>she’s a turquoise unicorn, with a purple mane
>she’s breathing just fine, too
>one more fluffy for the fluffy mountain
>they’re all starting to drink their mother’s milk at this point
>speaking of Dawn, she’s starting to give them names
>”Awwight, you caww…Num, you caww Dawh, and you caww…Sun!”
>wait, what was that first one?
>”Num?”
>she nods
>”Wike ‘nummie’! ‘Cause Num wuv eat!”
>you look, and sure enough, he’s the only one still eating
>the other two are sleeping
>”Well, I can see why you named Dawn Jr. after yourself, but why ‘Sun’?”
>”Becah she pwetty wike sun!”
>fair enough, you suppose
>you kneel down to pet them
>Num has stopped feeding, and he’s woken up the other two foals to play with him
>you pick up Dawn Jr.
>”Wah! Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! MUMMY!”
>guess she still hasn’t forgiven you for the tap
>she struggles and swats at you with her hooves
>”Alright, alright, sorry.”
>you set her down and she buries herself in Dawn’s fluff, peeking out at you every few seconds
>you sit on the ground and call the two foals over
>they don’t seem to understand you, so you just head right up and grab them
>they let out a surprised squeal but then start giggling
>Num’s already started sucking on your thumb, and Sun is rubbing herself up on the back of your palm
>you set them down and they continue playing together
>”Dawn, how do you feel about a special dinner tonight? To celebrate?”
>she thanks you and accepts the offer
>later that night, you make some spaghetti and crush some fluffy treats up in the sauce
>apparently this makes it taste “reawwy good”, according to Dawn
>you let the three foals have a little shot glass worth of the sauce, and they lap it up
>you shouldn’t let them eat solids yet, so milk and various sauces will have to do
>when it’s time for bed (that is, after you played tag with the foals), you bring them up to their brand new room
>you’ve kept this a secret from Dawn, so she’s genuinely shocked
>you have a massive basket filled to the brim with warm blankets, and a little secluded pen off to the side
>you can’t forget the litter box, either
>you shut off the lights and plug in the little tiny lamp that Dawn sleeps next to at night
>it provides a very tiny glow, but enough to see the mother and her foals
>you wrap them all up in the blankets, and give them all a goodnight kiss
>you close the door behind you, and as you head downstairs, you begin to think
>Dawn Jr., Sun, and Num?
>really?
>fluffy ponies aren’t very creative thinkers
>oh well
>the ponies are all happy, and hey
>so are you