>You are Cherry.
>You are a very happy fluffy pegasus pony.
>You are confused, too.
>A long time ago, you had more babies that didn't love you.
>The purple-fluffed monster lady was angry.
>You are happy because you feel the strange feel in your belly, and that means babies!
>You are confused because you never made any special hugs.
>At least, you don't remember doing that.  You're good at remembering special hugs.
>In fact, you're still in the same cage down here in the stony dark.
>Not only do you feel the strange feel, your leggies aren't working well again.  You're getting big!
>You also feel very full of something sloshy near your back leggies.
>Mister is here!
>Mister will know what's happening.
“Mista!  Mista!  Chewwy big!  Chewwy gon' haf babehs 'gain?”
>”Yes, Cherry.  Don't wiggle so hard, you'll hurt them.”
>Babies are coming!  You bounce around your little cage as best you can, but stop when Mister says to.
“No wan' huwt babehs!  Chewwy be stiww!”
>You will be the bestest, most still fluffy that ever lived.
>Your new babies will love you very much.
>You eat the nummies Mister gives you.  They're very soft unlike the nummies you used to get, but they taste funny.
“Ewwies...”
>”Eat up, Cherry.  Your babies need that to be healthy.”
>You start ramming your mouth full of the mushy nummies with your front leggies.
“Chewwy eat!  Wan' babehs dat wuv Chewwy!”
>Mister shakes his head, even though you didn't ask him anything.
>The nummies make you feel sleepy, like always.
>You make a big sleepy noise and drag yourself over to your blankie to take a nap.
 
>Oh no!
>Wake up!
>Big poopies!  Big poopies!
“Mista!  Mista!  Hewp!  Feew funny!  Need poopies!”
>Why can't you get to your litter box?
>You're so very big, bigger than you think you've ever been before.
>The babies!  They must want out!  There must be so many!
“Mista!  Haf so many babehs!  Wan' out!  Hewp babehs, pwease!”
>Your back leggies feel so funny.
>The things on your belly back there are full again.
>You know that means babies are coming.  Babies get nummies from there.
>They are so very full!  You must have lots of babies coming!
>The big poopie feel is scaring you.  It hurts a little.
>Mister is coming.  Mister will help you.
>”Good, looks like you're ready.”
>You can't even wiggle your leggies anymore, but it's okay because Mister is carrying you.
>He carries you over to the shiny flat...but goes past it.
>Mister made an oopsie!  It's okay, you'll tell him.
“Mista!  Babehs comin'!  Need hewp wif babehs!”
>You try to point at the shiny flat, but your leggies barely move.
“Wha?  Weggies, why no wowk?”
>Mister sets you down in the baby hole, where all the little wingie babies live!
“Mista!  Babehs comin'!”
>You feel the big poopie feel...
>Uh oh.  You detect something squirting out, but it doesn't smell pretty.
>You've made bad poopies.  You hear little wingie babies cry because you made poopies on them.
“Chewwy sowwy!  Chewwy wuv babehs!  No mean make poopies!”
>Mister doesn't seem mad at you.  You're very glad.
>Oh no, Mister has a pointy thing!
>Owwies are bad for the babies!
“No, Mista!  No gif owwies now, babehs comin'!”
>You lie on your side in the corner of the baby hole.
>Wingies flap a little, but leggies don't work at all.  Other babies are coming to hug you.
>Mister pokes you with the pointy thing.
“OWWIES!  NO HUWT!  NO HUWT!  BABEHS COMIN'!  PWEASE NO HUWT!”
>You cry.  The hurt goes away, though!
“Fank you, Mista, huwt bad fo' babehs...”
>Oh no!  The babies in the baby hole are taking your tummy nummies!
“Mista!  Hewp!  Dese bad babehs, takin' nummies 'way!”
>Why is Mister walking away?
>Why can't you feel your leggies anymore?
“Whewe weggies go?  Chewwy need fo' babehs!”
>Why did they leave?  You cry again.
>The bad babies take your tummy nummies.  You try to buck them, but can't.
>You can't even yell at them anymore.
>You feel so sleepy.
>So tired.
>You smell another not pretty smell.
>You hear more babies cry.
>You think you made poopies again, but you didn't feel that, either.
>All you can do is talk.
“Mista!  Hewp!  Chewwy feew funny!  Chewwy scawed!  Chewwy scawed fo' babehs!”
>Mister walked away.
>This is bad.  Bad babies fight over your tummy nummies.
>You make scared poopies again, you think.  You didn't feel it, but you smelled it.
>You've made so many poopies...
>Why won't the big poopie feeling go away?