"Bestest Mummah Boudica - Prologue" By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory) URL: https://pastebin.com/v7uxCh3S Created on: Thursday 7th of November 2019 09:05:21 PM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:24:12 AM UTC Mossiest, October 21, 2019; 12:15 / FB 54936 ======================================================================================================================================= Bestest Mummah Boudica Prologue She was one of the many fluffies fortunate to have been born inside a reasonably-run fluffy mill. She never knew the huggies and comfort of a mother, but a milkbag always had teats full of warm, delicious milk to fill her belly, and if she ever felt lonely, there were many other babbies for huggies. But every forever or so, some other babbies would be taken away. She even had to witness some of her siblings being taken away by the nice hoomins who made sure they were all doing well. It was only a matter of time until it was her turn, after she’d opened her eyes and could speak and could walk and could eat kibble without miwkies, and was placed in a glass box with many other weanlings – not one that she recognized by scent. The box had a small number of toys to play with, and they all loved playing with each other, but each fluffy inside knew why they were really there; whenever people came into the fluffy store, they’d try as hard as possible to convince them to be their mummah or daddeh. She was always one of the many that were the first to rush the box, reaching up and asking if they’d be her new owner, though she’d struggle to have her voice heard among the horde. For a while, she’d meet with disappointment, but be eager for the next hoomin that walked in. It wasn’t long until one daddeh, who had a smaller daddeh with him, chose her. The blue-fluffed orange-maned earth had finally gotten a new family! And she’d been very lucky that the saleswoman had forgotten to offer to spay her – by the time they caught the error and covered it up, the family was already getting her situated in their house, and she’d already been given a name. This new family treated her with the best of comforts, though were firm enough that she never became a brat. It was many forevers (a year) until Boudica started to feel some urges. It started when she saw an episode of “Babbehs!” on FluffTV that featured a mare that looked very similar to her, surrounded by more babbehs than she could count (five), and they all looked so happy! It got her thinking: what if she could be that happy? She knew deep down that babbehs made everything better – she’d always be ecstatic on the rare occasions she got to play with a foal – so why not have her own now? She’d watched more than enough FluffTV to know how to raise a babbeh. The only problem was that she was the only fluffy in the house. She told her small-daddeh that she wanted babies, and he was fine with it, but her daddeh-daddeh wouldn’t let her. He said that they couldn’t handle any more pets, and wouldn’t agree to it no matter how many times she said “Boowica wan babbehs!” She’d even told him that she didn’t care if it wasn’t a special-friend that gave her babbehs, but that just made daddeh-daddeh yell at her. Well, if her daddeh-daddeh wasn’t going to let her have babbehs, she’d just have to do it on her own! Her small-daddeh was fine with it anyways, and he was the one her played with her the most, so his approval mattered more. She found her chance – asking her small-daddeh to let her out into the backyard after the vroomy munstah left with daddeh-daddeh inside. She knew about a hole in their homsies’ fence that a smarty and its herd dug out a few forevers (one week) ago. She was able to fit through it and wander the outside. It wasn’t long until she met a red-fluffed brown-maned unicorn stallion, and it only took one request for special huggies. It was an uncomfortable experience, but it was worth it when she knew that she was a soon mummah!… But she realized that she didn’t know the way back home...but her special-friend offered to take her to his homsies (after some time of crying), so she didn’t have to look for her own shelter. His home was...underwhelming. A cardboard box in the middle of an alley. It wasn’t as nice as her bed and they only had a small raggedy blanket that couldn’t fit the both of them, and she told him as much, but she held some comfort in that she wasn’t alone! She had a special-friend now, and it wasn’t long until she could feel her tummeh-babbies move inside her! She sang them the best mummah songs, and ate enough food that she and her special-friend could find that she knew they were going to be the bestest babbehs. Even when she was so bloated with babbehs that her tummy was practically dragging on the ground, her special-friend let her rest as he gathered nummies, which were never in short supply. When the biggest poopies came, she didn’t hesitate to let her special-friend know. It was the worst pain she’d felt in her life, and she begged her special-friend to make it stop, but he knew what was really going to happen; in just a few minutes, Boudica had given birth to three beautiful foals! A red pointy filly, a blue wingie filly, and a pink earthy colt. *cheep!* *cheep!* *peep!* *cheep!* Well, four babbies had come out of her. But the fourth was a green filly that was a pointy babbeh and a wingie babbeh at the same time...a munstah babbeh! She licked her three good babbehs clean and let them suckle at her milk-engorged teats, but let the munstah stay soaked in amniotic fluid. When it tried wiggling over to her, desperate for food and warmth, she punted it away into the wall of the dumpster across from them; there was no way she would let that mustah babbeh steal any of her miwkies – or worse, num one of her babbehs! It peeped and cheeped as some boo-boo-juice spilled from its mouth, but it got quieter and quiet until it stopped doing anything. She hugged her three cheeping babbehs in a small fluffpile, singing to them as they had their fill and fell asleep. “Boowica wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah! Boowica make bestest miwkies, so babbehs gwow big and stwong!” Boudica felt like the bestest mummah in the world!