My Roomate Bruno 9: Babbehs

>Friday night
>you're sitting on the couch playing Marvel vs Capcom 3 with Wrex
>got tired of having to switch off with a fluffy pony every other match so you decided to load up a multiplayer game instead
>took a couple rounds to teach him the basics, but to his credit he ain't bad
>manages to manipulate the controller with a combination of hooves and a very minor amount of telekinesis
>"Where Bwuno?" he asks nonchalantly
Dunno. Saw him go in the safe room a while ago. Must be doing something with the fluffies.
>"Bwuno stoopid hooman. Fwuffies not need him." Wrex grumps
Hey he saved all those fluffies from... I'm not sure what, but given the amount of blood he was drenched in afterwards, I'd say it was bad.
>Wrex puffs out his cheeks
>"He stiww stoopid Hooman."
Oh yeah, well then what am I?
>"Swightwy wess stoopid."
>you turn to him
Oh, ouch. I think you hurt my feelings.
>"I huwt you team." he says with a smirk as he delivers a hyper combo and snuffs out your last fighter
>that was his first win
Trash talking. Nice job. You're learning.
>without warning, Wrex suddenly sits up as his ears start to twitch
What's up little buddy?
>"Babbehs coming."
>before you can question the statement, Bruno storms in from the safe room with a very fat, crying fluffy pony in tow
>you notice its the same pregnant fluffy from Wrex's attempted coup
>"Fwuffy Mama!" Wrex calls out as he sees the fat fluffy
>Bruno wastes no time in clearing off a place on a nearby table and setting the fluffy down
>"Fwuffy need make big poopies! Huwties!" the fluffy mare cries
>"She's going into labor."
I noticed.
>"You wanna help or you wanna make be a smart alec? Go get some towels!" Bruno yells as you get off your ass and get to work
>grab some towels and rush back in to find Wrex yelling at Bruno
>"Stoopid Hooman weave fwuffy mama awone! Smawty Fwiend give you big ouchies!"
>"I'm trying to help her you idiot!"
>"Fwuffy no-no's huwt!" the mare cries
>"Anon, get your fluffy pony under control!" Bruno yells at you
>"Wex nobody's pet!" Wrex screams back as you rush over to get him under control
He's just trying to help Wrex.
>"Hooman wanna huwt babbehs!"
I promise, he won't hurt them. The pregnant fluffy hurts really bad. You need to help her stay calm.
>Wrex looks at the crying fluffy mama, and then back to you as he nods his head affirmatively
>he heads over to the fluffy mama
>"It okay. Smawty Fwiend here. Smawty Fwiend not wet mama ow babbehs get huwt."
>"tank yoo smawty fwiend..." she cries feebly
>Bruno and Wrex seem to actually know how this all goes down, guess they're both experienced
>unable to actually help in anyway else, you just sort of wait on the sidelines as the disgustingly beautiful miracle of nature occurs
>after a series of wails and screams, a tiny little ball covered in mucus pops out
>Bruno heads over to lift it up, but is beat to it by Wrex who picks up the little fluffy in his mouth and brings it to the mother
>"mah babbeh." she cries happily as she licks off the mucus, revealing the bright colored fluff underneath
>when its clean Wrex carries the little foal to the fluffy mama's underside and helps it get milk
>it goes into a pattern, Bruno helps the little foal and Wrex takes it to its mother to get cleaned
>as Bruno helps out the sixth and last foal, you notice its a little smaller than the others
>Wrex eyes it carefully as he comes over to pick it up
>he brings it to the mama and unceremoniously plops it in front of her
>the fluffy mama looks at the foal and the returns to hugging the others
>the foals lets out a sad mewl to try and get the mama's attention
>the mama looks back at it and says "no! bad babbeh! need save miwk fow good babbehs!"
>it tries to move around, but its legs have trouble standing and it falls back down, crying
What's going on? I don't get it.
>"I've seen this before. Looks like its a runt."
Runt?
>"Have you never had a pet?" Bruno asks suspiciously
Not really.
>Bruno sighs
>"It's a smaller baby, not as strong as the rest of the litter. In nature it'll usually be neglected by the mother to give the others a better chance of survival."
That's a little cruel.
>"It's nature. It can be cruel."
>you pick up the little runt and look it over as it mewls helplessly
Doesn't look so bad to me. What do you think Wrex?
>you hold the little fluffy next to the blue unicorn as he eyes it again
>"Too smaww. Fwuffy Mama say it bad babbeh. Wex take cawe of it." he moves in and picks the little foal up in its mouth
Hey, that's great.
>"You think?"
Yeah, Wrex said he'll take care of it. That's so sweet.
>"I think there might be a communication error."
How do you figure?
>Bruno points to the window, where Wrex is holding the crying foal precariously over the side
>you rush over to the window, but Bruno easily beats you to it, and snatches the foal out of Wrex's mouth
>"Why take bad babbeh! Wex take cawe of it!" he says in defense
>"I'll take care of it, if you don't mind." Bruno says bluntly and turns to you "As I said, communication error."
>Bruno takes the little foal over to the kitchen to clean it himself
Figured you were a little smarter than that Wrex.
>"It bad babbeh. Bad babbeh huwt hewd. Waste food. Just die anyway. Bettew to get wid of."
Wrex, I think we've got plenty of food for all the babbies, you don't need to kill it.
>Wrex sighs and looks out the window
>"Twy and save it and it just end up dieing later anyway. Sadder when babbeh die later. Bettew to kiww now before mama get attached. Fwuffy mama get sad that babbeh die and can't hewp udder babbehs. Bad fow hewd."
>you stand there and watch Wrex as he continues to stare out the window
>you have the feeling he's dealt with this sort of thing beforehand
>after a short break you try and get him to cheer up
You wanna go back to the x-box? See if you can beat me again?
>Wrex shakes his head and jumps off the windowsill
>"Need check on babbehs. Make sure fwuffy mama okay." he walks over to the fluffy mama and gives her and her foals hugs
>you decide to go check on Bruno and the runt
>find him in the kitchen with the little foal wrapped in a blanket and nursing on a tiny eye dropper full of milk
>see that the foal has had all the mucus and afterbirth wiped off, probably with a wet rag, revealing a little tan layer of fluff
So, what do we do with the little guy now? Can we give him back to his mamma.
>"It's hard to get a mother to accept a foal she doesn't want. Best option is to take care of it ourselves until it can walk and eat on its own. After that we'll reintroduce it to the herd. They should accept it then."
>you look at the little foal as it sucks away at the milk, its eyes still closed
Don't worry little runt, we'll take good care of you.
>"You're not gonna name this one too are you?" Bruno eyes you suspiciously
I've got some ideas.