Mommy Soon

ThreeRoadsDiverged, October 21, 2014; 23:10 / FB 26869
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Mommy Soon


"Mommy woves babies, babies wove Mommy. Mommy give huggies an' miwkies to babies..."

Frederick Stewartson (or "Fred, just Fred", as he preferred to be known) grinned as he listened to his fluffy mare babble to her unborn litter. She'd been asking for babies ever since she first saw them on Fluff TV. After months of begging, and thorough research and preparation on Fred's part, he finally consented. They were driving back from the breeding center, the pink-coated fluffy seated snugly in a repurposed child's car seat.

"...Babies gonna gwow up big an' stwon', dat why Mommy sing dis mommy-" An ill-timed speed bump cut short the ninth iteration of the dam's song. "Waaah! Daaaddyyy! Bumpies bad fo' babies!"

"Sorry Gumdrop." Fred checked the fluffy's reflection in the rearview mirror. She was visibly startled, but otherwise just fine. "Don't worry, we'll be home soon."

"Weawwy!?" The earth fluffy's face instantly lit up. "Yay! Gumdwop gonna be mommy soon! Gumdwop nee' to make safe woom weady fo' babies!" Fred tried to hold back a chuckle. He'd already foal-proofed the safe room, but it was nice to see Gumdrop's maternal instinct kicking in. Especially since she'd barely been pregnant for half an hour.

Several minutes later, Fred pulled into his garage and went around the car to let Gumdrop out. "Otay, babies. Fwuffies home now. Mommy gonna take babies to see da safe woom, an' da wive-in woom, an' da kit... da kich... da make-nummies woom, an' da..." Fred let the expectant mother continue her sightseeing list while he unbuckled her seat belt. He grabbed ahold of the pregnant mare and- "...an' da wittah-box, an' da TB, and da fwigamatah, and da..." -and she wouldn't come out. Gumdrop seemed to be stuck in the car seat, though she didn't notice this herself until around the third or fourth tug. "Daddy? Why Gumdwop stiww in da cah?"

A little wiggling later and Gumdrop was loose. As Fred carried her inside, the fluffy pony looked up at her owner. "Daddy? Gumdwop weawwy hun'wy. Can Gumdwop have sketties now?"

Fred set the pregnant mare down on the floor as gently as he could. "Now Gumdrop, I've told you before, fluffies need more than just spaghetti to stay healthy. Besides, it's nowhere near dinnertime yet."

"Bu' Daaaddyyy!" the fluffy whined. "Gumdwop has tummy-babies now! Babies make Gumdwop weawwy hungwy! Gumdwop nee' nummies now! Eeep!" Gumdrop let out a yelp when Fred gave her nose a quick flick. "W-why huwt Fwuffy?"

"Because you know better than to make demands," Fred said as sternly as he could. "You can ask for things, but you don't tell me what to do. Now go play in the safe room and, if you're good, maybe I'll fix you a special treat for dinner."

Gumdrop sniffled as she rubbed her nose. "Otay, Daddy..." The downcast fluffy turned and waddled across the room, slower than usual. "Gumdwop fowgot tummy-babies make mommies biggah."

Fred figured Gumdrop was mimicking the later stages of pregnancy to elicit sympathy. He would be proven wrong several hours later when he brought her dinner.

"Ooooh... So hun'wy... Nee' nummies..." Gumdrop was easily twice her usual size, her belly bloated to the point that her legs hung uselessly at her side.

Fred just stood in the safe room doorway trying to process the scene in front of him, the salad he brought completely forgotten. Okay, this is weird. Fluffies aren't supposed to get that big until the third trimester. "Gumdrop, sweetie? Are you alright?"

"Daddy...?" The mare's fatigue vanished the instant she saw the bowl in her father's hand. "Nummies! Fwuffy nee' nummies! Fwuffy has wowstest tummy-huwties!"

"O-oh, right." Fred set the bowl down directly in front of Gumdrop. The obviously-pregnant mare wasted no time in gobbling up the salad, bits of leafy greens flying all around. "So, Gumdrop, umm... How are you feeling?"

Her meal already gone, the fluffy turns her attention to her owner. "Fwuffy gonna be mommy weawwy soon! Bu' tummy-babies got biggah an' soon-mommy got vewy, vewy hun'wy. Can Fwuffy have mo' nummies? Fwuffy stiww hun'wy."

Fred decided to keep a closer eye on Gumdrop and her rapidly growing litter from then on. He didn't have to wait long, as the bloated mare suddenly stopped eating halfway through her fourth bowl.

"BIGGEST POOPIES!!!"

~~~~~~~


"Mommy woves babies, babies wove Mommy..."

"Peep." "Peep." "Peep."

Gumdrop had given birth to a healthy litter of six foals: One colt, five fillies. All were earth fluffies like their mother, and each had a different color of fluff. Two foals were busy suckling at their mother's teats while she cradled three more in her forelegs, reciting the song she had spent so much time rehearsing.

The last foal was being bottle-fed by a flabbergasted Frederick. This is just bizzare. Fluffy pregnancies are supposed to last weeks, not hours! Despite his confusion Fred was happy, if only because Gumdrop was happy.

One of the nursing foals released her grip and reached up towards her mother's voice. "Peep! Peep!"

"Hmmm? Baby get enough miwkies? Otay! Nex' baby's tuwn!" Shuffling two foals into one leg, Gumdrop lowered the third to take the place of the full foal, which then joined her siblings in their mother's grasp.

Unfortunately, this foal didn't stay latched to the mare's breast for long before she began chirping. Loudly.

"CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!!!"

"Wha...?" Gumdrop stared at the upset foal for several seconds before realizing why she was crying (or that her siblings had joined in). Once she did, though, her eyes grew wide. "Daddy! Gumdwop out of miwkies! Gumdwop nee' mo' nummies to make mo' miwkies fo' babies!"

Fred suppressed a sigh. "Or I could show you how to use the bottles."

A new wave of fear washed over the fluffy's face. "Nooo! Gumdwop is mommy now! Babies nee' mommy's miwkies!"

"Alright, alright. Here." Fred returned the last foal to its mother, prompting another round of chirping upon being separated from the bottle. The overwhelmed caretaker found himself making several trips that evening to keep the fluffies fed. Fortunately, he could still hear Gumdrop's excitement from across the house as the foals developed.

"Peep. Peep. ...Peep?"

*gasp* "Baby is wookie-baby now!? Mommy so happy!"

"Peep. Peep. Muh... Mum...meh?"

*gasp* "Baby is tawkie-baby now!? Mommy so, so happy!"

On his next return trip, Fred got to see their development for himself. By now all of the foals had opened their eyes. Two were feeding, three were snuggling together nearby, and the last one was being raised and lowered by their mother. "Heeheehee! Uppie, uppie! Peep! Wub uppie! Heeheehee!"

As Fred set the bowl of food down, one of the foals to the side noticed him. "Nyu fwe'?"

"Oh, hello there." Fred sat down at extended a hand to the small fluffpile. "I'm actually your mother's 'daddy'."

"Daddeh?" The foal began crawling towards the hand, dragging its belly across the safe room floor. A couple inches in, though, the foal got her stubby legs underneath her and, with a visible effort, pushed herself off the ground. Her first few steps were slow and she stumbled a couple of times, but before long the foal was wrapping her tiny legs around one of her grandfather's fingers. "Peep. Wub Daddeh. Behbeh huggie. Peep peep."

Fred was so fascinated by the foal's first steps that he hadn't realized Gumdrop was also watching until he heard her gasp, nearly dropping the other foal in the process. "B-Baby is wawkie-baby now!? Mommy so, so, so happy!"

"Mummeh happeh?" Another of the cuddling foals struggled to stand and took a tentative step forward. "Wawkie make Mummeh happeh. Behbeh wawkie fo' Mummeh." A few steps later, the foal tripped and landed on her belly. "Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!"

"Don' cwy, Baby." Gumdrop picked up the flailing foal and held her close. "Mommy give Baby huggies. Huggies make owwies go 'way."

~~~~~~~


A few short hours later and the fluffy family settled down for a long night's sleep. Fred didn't stay up much later, the evening's rapid pace finally catching up with him. When he woke up the next morning, he hoped Gumdrop's sudden delivery was just a dream. Even so, he wasn't surprised when he opened the safe room door and found that the foals were not only real, but at least twice their original size with their mane and tail fluff fully grown in.

Upon noticing the open door, one of the foals waddled over and hugged Fred's foot. "Hewwo Daddy! Baby wove Daddy."

"Daddy!" Gumdrop rushed over, the rest of her children trailing behind her (save one foal using the litter box). "Wook, Daddy! Babies awe big babies now! Babies no nee' miwkies no mo'. Babies nee' big-fwuffy nummies now."

A short while later, half a dozen fluffy ponies were gobbling down several bowls of kibble. Only one of the foals wasn't joining her family, instead just staring at the food in front of her. Fred knelt down to talk with her. "Is something wrong?"

"Baby wan' sketti, no' kibbow. Daddy give Baby sketties?" Gumdrop, hearing the foal's complaint, walked over and gave her child a light bop on the nose. "Cheep! W-why huwt Fwuffy?"

"Fwuffies nee' mowe dan jus' sketties to stay hea... heaw... to stay no-sick. Now Baby num kibbow so Baby can gwow up an' be big, stwon' fwuffy."

The foal sniffled as she rubbed her nose. "Peep. Otay, Mommy..." While she did eat all of her kibble, the foal was noticeably slower and less excited about it than her siblings.

Frederick had to work that day, so he left (what he hoped would be) enough food and water in the safe room to last the family until he got home. All throughout the day Fred wondered if the foals would be full-grown fluffies by the time he got home. He wasn't surprised to discover that they were.

What did surprise him was that, Gumdrop aside, all the mares were heavily pregnant. Gumdrop and the stallion were busy running errands for the immobilized dams. Once she noticed her owner's return, however, Gumdrop ran over to greet him.

"Wook, Daddy, wook! Gumdwop gonna be gwan-mommy soon!"