>be a fluffy mumma
>well, you were a fluffy mumma... until a few days ago
>you decided you didn't like the grassies where you and your foals and husband lived
>you could see yummy flowers and nummies across the black rock
>you decided that your family would cross the black rock and get all the nummies you could want
>the only problem was the metal monsters with glowing eyes
>they came and went all day and all night
>but mumma knows best. even though husband told you it wasn't safe, you wanted those nummies
>sticking your nose in the air, you carried your three babies across the black rock with husband following
>you thought you had time. you thought it would be safe. but a metal monster came along just before you were across
>it killed husband, cutting him in half. you remember turning to see his mouth open and close but he didn't speak
>the other half of him was on the other side of the black rock, the legs still twitching
>your babies got scared and started to move around
>you yelled at them to stay still. it wasn't safe for babies! you had to get them to the other side!
>no! the babies slid off your back! you quickly tried to gather them together... but another metal monster wass coming!
>it roared at you and made a loud screaming sound. you instinctively got off the black rock but your babies were still there!
>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! the metal monster tread all over them! one flew in the air and landed in a splatter
>the other two were cut in half like husband! you picked one up, its boo boo juice getting your fluff red and wet
>you tried to cuddle it but it wouldn't move
>the other foal opened its eyes and its mouth moved like husband's.
>it feebly tried to crawl to you with just its front legs, its rear ones flattened
>it stopped moving. it made no sound.
>then you heard another monster coming. you had no choice but to get off the black rock
>sobbing, you disappeared into a nearby bush. you laid there for a long time, thinking about your babies and husband
>five days later you decide to go exploring your new home
>there are flowers everywhere and a huge place with plenty of fresh nummies growing
>some of them are bitter but some of them are soooo tasty!
>you still wish husband was here to share with you
>you wander further from your new nest under the flower bush. you spot a few humans.
>you don't trust humans. they're mean to fluffies. you quickly hide when they grow near
>you remember husband telling you that your color like the grass helps you to hide from them
>it works. they never notice you.
>you wander across a large field with many tall grassies. you have to be careful so you can find your way back and not get lost
>that's easy... there's a big flapping yellow thing over where your flowers are
>"McNathan's Nursery" - you don't know what that means but you can see it from a ways away.
>crossing the field you spot a yellow flowery bush. there's a fluffy family there!
>it's a mumma and her foals. one... two... three... four? four! you're a smary fluffy. you can count to four.
>you don't see a husband.
>and four foals. that's too many for any fluffy
>you look down at your teats, swollen with milk. aching to have a baby drink from them
>you begin to formulate a plan.
>you hunker down in the tall grass, invisible to anyone looking your way
>you wait patiently. you have nothing but time on your hooves now.
>it gets dark. the mare carefully plucks her four tiny foals up and puts them on her back
>just the way you used to...
>no. concentrate. pay attention.
>she disappears down a tunnel under the bush
>you continue to wait
>the white sky ball moves through the night. it hangs high above you.
>it's time.
>you silently approach the tunnel and peer in.
>typical of fluffies, it only goes down about two feet then opens into a chamber
>there is a round bowl shape at the bottom of the tunnel to collect rainwater
>the chamber's floor is covered with soft bits of moss, leaves, and even a few blankies
>probably stole them from a human, you think to yourself
>the mare lays on her side. all four foals lay buried in her fluff, snoring lightly
>you have to do this quickly, carefully, silently
>you approach and take the closest foal, a pink pegasus filly
>you grab her by the neck to prevent her from chirping for help and hurry out of the den
>you run like you've never run before, the tiny foal fluttering its wings rapidly and moving its legs to try to get away
>no, you won't let it get away. it's yours now.
>it's hard to find your way back in the dark, but you finally spot the yellow flapping thing
>it guides you back to your new home under the flower bush. although you haven't dug a tunnel yet, you've made a comfy nest
>you plop the filly down in it and smile at her
>she immediately starts peeping and calling for her mother.
>silly baby. YOU'RE her mother.
>"eeeeeeeeeee! wan mama! wan mama! eeeeeeeeeee! eeeeeeeeeeee!"
>"shhh babeh. mumma hewe."
>"wan mama! wan mama!"
>silly baby. she needs to feed. that's okay.
>you pull the struggling foal to you, the light from the white sky ball illuminating you both
>you force her mouth down on one of your swollen teats
>after a few minutes the foal finally stops crying and starts to drink
>you hold her there for a while and close your eyes. everything is good. everything is fine. mumma knows best.
>you hear a coughing and gagging sound. the foal has pulled away from your teat and is spitting milk out!
>silly baby! don't waste milk!
>"mumma wuv babeh. babeh wuv mumma?"
>"wuh... wuh..."
>"wuv?"
>"wahhhhhhhhh! wan mama! eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
>it starts chirping again. loud. you can't have that. the mother might hear.
>no. YOU'RE her mother. but something still might hear. you hug the baby tightly, muffling her cries against your fluff
>she finally stops struggling and crying. exhausted and her tummy full, the filly falls asleep in your fluff
>you fall asleep soon after, dreaming of many babies. so many babies. all of them love you and call you mumma.
>mama
>MAMA!
>*cheep cheep cheep!*
>you open your eyes. it's daytime. you can see and hear humans moving around outside the flower bush
>the baby! no wonder you woke up... she's started chirping for... some reason.
>"mama! mama! pwease wan mama!"
>"mumma hewe! babeh haff miwlk."
>"nuu mama!"
>"AM mumma! you dwink miwlk!"
>"nuu! wan mama!"
>you're getting angry now. why is your baby being so mean?
>you smack her across the muzzle with your hoof
>a little boo boo juice comes out of her nose and she starts crying.
>OH NO! what have you done? you didn't mean...
>you pick up the struggling baby and hug her, cooing to her, telling her you didn't mean it
>she just cries and cries, trying desperately to get away
>you hold her mouth down on your teat again, forcing her to drink. that will quiet her for a while.
>you breathe a sigh of relief. the humans were getting too close. they might have heard her noises
>the baby finishes drinking. it stops making sad noises but won't look at you.
>silly baby. don't be sad. mumma is right here!
>that's when you hear another fluffy's voice
>"babeh? whewe babeh? babeh hewe?"
>it's the mare! she's followed the scent of her... YOUR baby!
>the filly must have heard her, or smelled her, too... she starts chirping again!
>NO! she'll ruin EVERYTHING!
>you hold the baby tightly to your fluff, whispering to her to be quiet. a bad fluffy is nearby
>the other mare bursts into your flower bush! NO! this is YOUR bush!
>"wat u wan? dis my pwace yuu stupid fwuffy!"
>"yu take babeh. giff back."
>"dis MAH babeh!"
>"nuu! dat mah babeh! you take! you bad meanie fwuffy!"
>"nuu! you haff too many babehs!"
>"wha... wha wong wiff babeh?"
>"wha yuu talkin bout... fwuffy..."
>oh no.
>you look down at the foal that had been struggling in your arms
>it's limp. not breathing.
>oh no, not again
>that's not fair. mumma knows what's best.
>"yuu... yuu kiwll babeh. you giff bad huwty to babeh!"
>"i... i... babeh nuu be quiet. twy to make hushies..."
>"yuu kiwll babeh!"
>she starts sobbing
>"well, dat's wut yu get! take stupid babeh! babeh dummy anyway!"
>you toss the limp foal at her. it bounces off her head and lands on the ground with a plop
>the mare looks at your with anger. like nothing you've seen before.
>"i... i..."
>"i kiwll yu."
>no...
>she lunges foward, pounding her front hooves into your head.
>you feel a crack and something warm and wet dripping down the side of your face
>you scramble to get away but she bites your tail and pulls you backwards, then jumps on your back
>"nuu! nuu! gee off! yuu bad fwuffy!"
>"YUU bad fwuffy! yuu kiwll babeh! yuu bad! YUU!"
>she's biting at your ears, your neck, tearing out pieces of fluff and exposing your tender skin
>panting, you finally manage to throw her off. you back up. seeking an escape.
>"huuuuu... huuuuu... you meanie fwuffy... jus wan be mumma again... huuuuuuuuuu"
>"yuu bad mumma. peppa gwad yuu nuu any babeh mumma."
>she charges again, kicking you over and over
>you fall to the ground. bleeding, sobbing, exhausted.
>Pepper doesn't even say anything. she delivers a few more well-placed hooves to your head
>everything goes black
>your eyes open. Pepper is gone. the dead foal is still there. you hurt bad all over
>you can't move your jaw. it doesn't work. your head hurts so bad
>"Here it is. I thought I smelled something."
>"Is it still alive?"
>"Don't think so. Dead foal here, too."
>"Huh. You were right about the shit, though. Damn, that's a foal smell."
>"Great fertilizer, though. Get a shovel, we'll add that to today's mix."
>"What about them?"
>"Tomorrow's trash day."
>"What killed them?"
>"Looks like another one of them. See the hoof marks?"
>"Huh. Well that's a shame."
>"Forget it. They breed like rats."
>you're vaguely aware of something picking you up, putting you in a black thing with some junk and bad-smelling things
>you try to talk but you can't get the words out.
>you feel the body of the foal bounce off your head and land next to you
>there's light above you, then it becomes dark
>somehow, in the darkness, you find the foal's body and hug it tightly
>you drift away again, one last time.
>sometimes mumma doesn't know best