My Giant and Me (A Fluffy Pony Hugbox Story) Part 12

My Giant and Me, Part 12

>Be the Green Feral Stallion ... very dirty, somewhat squashed, but finally, everyone is inside the 'Garden' with very little shouting or pushing, hiding behind the bushes, watching the grass.
>Your babies are cuddling the Giant Dog-Munsta ... CUDDLING IT!
>And Cowbell has two babies pressed down hard onto the ground, paddling their backsides and shrieking at them that they are 'Meanie Babies!' and 'Nu bite miwkie pwaces!'
>The Beautiful Red Mare is sitting there with six babies cuddled into her belly fluff, some of whom look very familiar, watching Cowbell with wide eyes as the older Mare and the two babies she's holding down bawl and yell at each other.
>"Why Cowbeww yewwin' at hew baybehs wike dat?" A Mare whispers to you from behind a succulent, looking hopelessly confused. "Cowbeww is Guud Mumma, baybehs neva dat bad ..."
>"Nu know ... Wed Mawe onwy haf twu baybehs beh'fow ... may'beh Cowbeww an' Wed Mawe haf owr baybehs, an' dose twu bein' vewy mean?" You whisper back, just as puzzled.
>Cowbell's one of the most level-headed and respected Mares in the Herd, for her to be acting like this must mean something truly bad has happened with the two Foals.
>There's no sign of the Hoomin, and the Giant Dog-Munsta seems to be behaving very nice ... maybe you should risk it?
>"Mumma's, wai' hewe, Fwuffie gon' gu see if Big Dog-Munsta is weawy nice owr if bein' twicky." You whisper to the nearest Mares, who nod and whisper the news down the line.
>Willingly walking out from behind the bushes and onto the grass is one of the hardest things you've ever done. This Munsta was so big he made the very ground shake when he chased after you and the rest of the Herd, so loud that every bark made your head feel like it was going to explode, and now you have to somehow get your Herds' babies back off him ...
>You're creeping up on the Giant Dog-Munsta ... he's far too big to try and intimidate like you would a Cat-Munsta or another Fluffy ... maybe he really is being nice?
>You're still terrified though ... he's huge, and he was so angry at you the last time you met.
>Creep. Creep. Creep.
>As you get closer, you see so many of your Herd's children asleep on the Giant Dog-Munsta ... all of them smiling, not one face marred by a frown or anger.
>And everyone smells like food. Not the grass, or the garbage your Herd pulls out of trash-bags when they have no other options, no, these babies smell like actual food that the Wrinkly Hoomins used to give to your Herd!
>Creep around to the head of the Munsta, and he's asleep too ...
>"Waaah! Who yuu?" Somebody peeps, and you flinch, freezing on the spot as the Red Mare sounds the alarm, and the Giant Dog-Munsta's eyes flick open and fixate on you.
>No no no no please no don' ....
>The Munsta's face crinkles, eyes narrowing as he stares at you, and then the world slows to a crawl as his massie head swings towards you ...
>"P-pwease be fwiend ..." You manage to get out before the Munsta's huge, impossibly heavy head blocks out everything else ...

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>Be the Owner of Silk and Bruce, staring at yet more retarded shenanigans.
>Seems the Ferals, determined to get back into your yard, re-dug the hole and are charging across the grass, yelling at the top of their lungs.
>Well, more like excited squeaking, which all the Fillies and Colts and Foals reciprocate. It's a vertiable storm of half-understood babble and random words being thrown around.
>Silk's hugging six babies, hers, the little Green Feral and Cowbell's two offspring, to try and keep them safe, while Cowbell is yelling at her erstwhile comrades to stop being silly!
>Bruce has decided to take matters into his own, err, paws, and has swung his big boof head over, skittling a Green Stallion and then giving the stunned, squealing Stallion's belly a vigorous bath.
>Ffffffffffffffffuck.
>Step over Silk, stand over Cowbell and clap your hands together over your head with enough force to make your palms sting, the sharp sound making just about every Fluffy stop, squeak in surprise and look at you.
>"Alright, that's about enough! Cowbell, this is your Herd, right?" You ask loudly, glaring at the newcomers. Could there really be two Herds this close together in your neighbourhood?
>"Yah, dis Cowbeww's Hewd!" The plucky little Mare responds, glaring at the nearest Stallions. "Yuu dummies! Yuu gon' be meanies 'gain! Mawes, wisten, Stawwions haf wurst fite wit' each otha! Be vewy wurst Meanies tu fam'wy!"
>Surprisingly, the Mares shout back that they know, that the Stallions are very sorry, they just want their babies back, can Cowbell make the Hoomin-Munsta and Doggy-Munsta give them back, please?
>You're a ... monster?
>Wow ... okay, now that's depressing.
>"Listen to me .... hey! LISTEN! QUIET!" You yell, making the Fluffies all squeak and freeze again. "Nobody is taking your Foals away, but listen to me first! Bruce isn't going to hurt you, he's just big and clumsy, and he just wants hugs from nice Fluffies. I won't hurt you, if you don't be mean to Silk and her babies! So just listen!"
>It takes a few minutes to negotiate with some of the more frantic mothers that they can hold onto their babies while you talk, but finally, everyone is gathered by the steps, while you sit cross-legged on the porch with Silk and her three babies in your lap, and Cowbell with the her two babies and the Green Feral Baby cuddling her teats.
>Bruce is laying at the back of the crowd, looking at you with canine bemusement as Foals complain softly to their mothers that they want 'Huggies wit' Doggy-fwiend' again.
>"Alright, look, I get we didn't meet under the best circumstances. Cowbell here has explained all the horrible things your Smarty Friend has put you through, and I've got him and this 'Bad Mumma' locked away over there." You say loudly, pointing to the Garden Shed for emphasis. "They can't hurt you anymore, and I'll take them far away by the end of tomorrow. Now, I made a deal with Cowbell, and I'll let her explain. Go ahead, girl."
>"Wite. Ahem, oh'tay, fwuffies, Cowbeww is Nyu Smawty Fwiend now!" Cowbell shouts over the murmuring Fluffies, many of whom are looking at the Garden Shed with looks of mingled disbelief and delight on their faces. "Cowbeww haf ... many tings tu teww Fwuffies, buh fiwst, dis Hoomin is owr Fwiend! Is Nice Hoomin! Gif nummies tu Cowbeww an' Cowts an' Fiwwies, gif miwk tu Foaws an' Baybehs! Even put up wit' Fewn's Meanie Baybehs!"
>"Yuu be nice an' wisten tu Hoomin! He hewp yuu baybehs afta yuu weft dem behind! Hoomin say we stay hewe, an' next bwite-time, Fwuffies can gu tu pwace whewe Fwuffies might haf Hoomin Mummy's an' Daddy's someday, owr we can weave an' keep bein' Hewd."
>The Herd babbles, turning to each other to whisper in shock or hug each other, relief visible in their postures as they hear you're a 'Nice Hoomin'.
>Soon, Silk's being swarmed by Mares, while the Stallions shuffle awkwardly at the base of the steps, still obviously ashamed of themselves after the brawl over the Spaghetti and being party to their former Smarty Friend's attempted abduction of Silk and her Babies, but at least there's no shouting or pushing going on.
>Several Mares are passing 'Fern's' Babies around, frowning as each and every attempt to make the bitchy Foals behave ends in a tantrum or a case of 'Sowwy Poopies', but what really interests you is Cowbell and a dull purple Mare that she calls 'Cobbwe'.
>Cobble? Huh, where did they get a word like that?
>Seems Cobble is trying to hug and feed her baby, the Green Foal, but it's refusing to have anything to do with her, screaming about 'Meanie Mumma', 'Wan Wed Mumma!' and 'Nu am Gwassies!', which only upsets Cobble more as she struggles to hold the crying, struggling Foal to her teats.
>Almost completely flat teats ...
>By contrast, Silk's Babies are very well behaved as they are passed around from Mare to Mare for hugs, but you're a little bit worried at how long it's taking for them to get back to Silk.
>"Dese Smawty Fwiend's baybehs? Dey Hewd baybehs den!" One Mare proclaims loudly, then squeaks as you tap her on the head with a finger.
>"NO. They are Silk's Babies, all three of them, and they are staying here, with Silk, and with Bruce and Me." You tell the Feral Mare sternly. "I think that's enough playing with Silk's Babies for now. All of you, go and graze, I'm going to take Silk and her babies inside for now."
>"Wait! Nice Hoomin, wait, Cowbeww nee' Siwk an' White Baybeh! Mus' t-teww Mawes 'bout Bad Baybehs!" Cowbell suddenly pipes up, abandoning Cobble and her fussing child to toddle over and tug on your pants with her mouth. "Nee' Nice Hoomin to pwotect Siwk ... some Mawes be vewy angwy, nu wan' wisten tu twuth, it be tuu sad an' huwties fo' dem. Nu wan Siwk get saddies owr owies eitha, Siwk is guud fwiend tu Cowbeww!"
>"....Alright, Cowbell, we'll do it your way. But if anyone hurts Silk, there will be hell to pay." You say to the 'new' Smarty Friend softly, as the Herd's Mares jump down the steps one level at a time to rejoin their Foals and Stallions on the grass.

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>Be Cowbell, the Smarty Friend of your Herd.
>And right now you're very, very nervous.
>It took several minutes to get the Herd to understand you were now their leader, and to get them to listen to Silk and let her explain what had happened after the Stallions had run away, and even longer to get them to line up and be quiet as you told them you had something to say about 'Bad Baybehs'.
>Oooooh Fluff, this might not go well. The Hoomin looks very, very unhappy, and is keeping a large, monstrous hand hovering protectively over Silk. If one of the Mares decides to try and make the Bad Baby have the Longest Sleep, you don't think the Herd will survive an angry Dog-Munsta and an angry Hoomin!
>"W-weww, Cowbeww haf had Bad Baybehs. Many of owr Mawes haf had Bad Baybehs. It huwt, when Mummas haf Bad Baybehs, we nu know why dey Bad, onwy dat dey awe, afta aww we do fo' dem when dey havin' sweepies in owr tummehs." You begin, trying to sound confident as every eye in the Herd fixes on you. "Cobbwe haf Bad Baybeh hewe, in dis Gawden. A white baybeh wit' wed eyes, wike boo-boo juice. Wittwe baybeh, smeww bad-wike-bittah, taste wike yikkiest yikky-ting, an' Smawty take Bad Baybeh 'way su couwd ask whewe Bad Baybeh was hidin' Cobbwe's Guud Baybeh."
>"Wemembah dat! Den Doggy Mun ... Doggy Fwiend come an' chase Fwuffies 'way, 'cause Bad Mumma huwt Siwk!" A Green Stallion pipes up, giving Bruce an apologetic look for his verbal slip.
>"Weww, Doggy Fwiend find Bad Baybeh an' bwing tu Siwk ... an' Siwk ... Siwk be vewy guud Fwuffie, wuv dis Baybeh, gif Miwk, gif Huggies, an' Baybeh nu be Bad nu moar." You finish, staring nervously out over your Herd.
>For a few precious moments, there's silence as the Stallions blink and look confused, but the Mare are bug-eyed and slack-jawed, stunned by the news.
>"Da-dat nu funneh ting tu teww Hewd! Is wong, Bad Baybehs nu can be Guud, nu! Neva can be Guud Baybehs!" A Mare retorts, looking furious, but there are others who look mortified or simply sit there, whispering to themselves.
>You remember how you felt when you learned the truth ...
>"Is twuth! Yuu aww haf cuddwes wit' White-Fwuff Wed-Eyed Baybeh! Did it smeww bad? Taste yikky? Nu! Nu, Baybeh jus' nee' wuv an' huggies, den sickies come outta Baybeh, an' it can be a Guud Baybeh!" You shout back, waving for Silk to come over with the White Baby.
>For her part, Silk is very nervous, but when you talked to her about how important it was to make sure the other Mares knew that Bad Babies only needed to be loved to help the Sickies leave them, she agreed to help for the sake of the babies, so that they could be happy and warm and loved by their mothers.
>As Silk walks up to you, you gently remove the White Baby from it's perch on silk's shoulders, and then hand the baby back once Silk has seated herself on her backside, so she can hold the White Baby up for the whole Herd to see.
>"Dis wook wike a Bad Baybeh? We was wong! Aww Baybehs be guud, some Baybehs jus' haf sickies, get bad nummies fwom Mumma, buh nu wan' wet sickies out inside of dere Mumma! Siwk gif Miwkies tu White Baybeh, den say dat Baybeh haf weawwy stinky pee, den nu smeww bad nu moar! Dis what Cowbeww wan teww Hewd, dat Baybehs nu nee' tu be weft unda bushes owr be weft behind nu moar!" You look out over the Herd, and see several Mares puff out their cheeks, but you know they understand what you're saying by the way they tremble.
>It's easier to cling to the old beliefs rather than think they are Bad Mummas ... Easier to hate the Bad Babies, to blame them for all the pain, than to believe that they themselves killed one of their own, precious children ...
>"Nu, is stiww Bad Baybeh!" "Baybeh ... Mumma su sowwy!" "NU-TWUTH! NU-TWUUUUUUUTH!" "C-can Cowbeww hewp Mumma find hew Baybehs? Maybeh dey stiww unda bushes, waitin' fo Mumma!" "Nu cwy, Speshaw Fwiend, yuu nu know, aw'ways Bad Baybehs haf gu 'way!"
>And there's Cobble in the front row, holding her fussing Green Baby, staring at the White Baby with a look of wonder in her eyes, even as Silk hugs the White Baby back to her chest and whispers soothingly to it as the White Baby peeps in distress at all the shouting and staring.
>It takes more time to make the Mares who angrily shout that there is no such thing as a Bad Baby who could turn Good to be quiet and listen again, even when you pointed out they had thought the White Baby was wonderful just a few minutes beforehand.
>Finally, Cobble can't stand it anymore, and rushes up the steps on three legs, holding her struggling Green baby to her chest with the fourth, babbling eagerly.
>"Pwease gif White Baybeh back, Cobbwe unna'stan' now, is Guud Baybeh, pwease, wan' gif wuv an' huggies, wan Baybehs tu know dat Mumma wuvs dem, is nu meanie!" Cobbwe begs, a broad smile on her face that turns brittle as Silk turns her body away, shielding the White Baby from the Feral Mare.
>"Buh ... dis is Siwk's baybeh. Baybeh wuv Siwk, Siwk wuv White Baybeh! An' Baybehs make Siwk's Mumma song tuu, is Siwk's Baybeh!" Silk protests, and you hear the Nice Hoomin grumbling behind you, sounding upset.
>"Nuuu, is Cobbwe's baybeh, Cobbwe haf big owies, an' den haf Bad Baybeh, buh Cobbwe know now dat Baybeh is Guud Baybeh! Pwease gif Cobbwe's Baybeh back!" Cobble replies, her face now a desperate mask as she hobbles up onto the porch, heading straight for Silk. "Is Cobbwe's baybeh! Gif baybeh back tu Cobbwe, is nu yuu baybeh, is Cobbwes!"
>"Mumma! Scawy, baybeh wan Mumma!" The White Baby peeps in distress, burying it's face into Silk's chest, which only makes Cobble more angry, so angry she lets go of Green and tries to reach for Silk, either to snatch the White Baby off her or push her to the ground, you don't know which, but then the Hoomin is there, flicking Cobble between the eyes with his Munsta-Fingers.
>"Keeey-aaah!" Cobble squeaks in pain as her head snaps back, and the Feral Mare falls onto her backside,  front-legs windmilling to try and get her balance back. The Green Baby takes his chance and rushes for the steps, away from his 'Meanie' mumma, peeping and squeaking as he jumps, or more acurately, tumbles, down the steps to the relative safety of the Grass.
>"NO! That's Silk's baby! You didn't want White, didn't love him, but Silk does. She fed him, cleaned him, loved him, when you abandoned him to die." The Hoomin bellows, making the Fluffies on the grass flinch and hug each other tightly.
>"Das wite, buh Cowbeww pwove dat dis Baybeh nu onwy be Guud, buh be'wong tu Siwk!" You yell, waving your hooves in the air, and explaining what you want everyone to do.
>You're now more worried about the Hoomin than the other Mares ... one flick was enough to rattle Cobble's head, and that was just a single finger.
>You need to resolve this, fast ... before the Hoomin decides the Herd is too great a risk to his Fluffy, and drives you all out, or worse.

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>Be the Green Stallion, watching nervously as Cowbell makes both the Mares up on the porch stand an equal distance from the White Baby, while the Hoomin glares at everyone.
>Poor, poor Cobble. To have not only her precious Green baby believe she doesn't love it, but to then find out her Bad Baby was actually Good, and now belongs to another Mare?
>No wonder she's being so stubborn on having it back. But ...
>"Wite! Fiwst Cobbwe caww fo' White Baybeh, den Siwk! Yuu awe nu awwowed tu gu tu de Baybeh, onwy caww fo' it wit' yuu Mumma Song!" Cowbell explains loudly as the two Mares fuss about the other Mare being mean, and the White Baby whimpers in between them, hopelessly confused at being told to sit there and not give hugs to the unhappy Fluffies. "Mawe dat Baybeh hugs fiwst is de Mumma!"
>Cowbell barely finished before Cobble starts to hum her Mumma Song, a soft, sweet-sounding Auummmmnnn that is full of the promise of love and safety, then the White Baby turns to look at Cobble.
>There's a heartbroken peep, and then you turn quickly to see the Green Baby, holding it's hooves over it's muzzle, tears in it's eyes, but you can faintly hear a broken version of Cowbell's Mumma-Song coming from the Green Baby.
>Poor Green Baby, it doesn't understand what Cobble's been through, it only thinks it's Mumma is a Meanie, and only wants to be with this Silk, who has cared for it tenderly for the better part of half it's life.
>The White Baby cocks it's head to the side, staring at Cobble with a somewhat confused expression, but doesn't move or sing her Mumma-Song back, even as Cobble starts to sing louder and louder, until she's shaking with the effort, and then ... she has to stop to draw breath.
>She's lost, unless the White Baby doesn't go to hug Silk, then she can try again.
>"Wite! Dat 'nuff, Cobbwe, is Siwk's tuwn tu sing tu Baybeh!" Cowbell shouts as the desperate Mumma starts to make great, hiccuping sobs.
>All of her love was in that song. The White Baby could hear it, but it wasn't the right song ... the White Baby didn't recognize Cobble as it's Mumma!
>Cowbell has to shuffle over and press Cobble's face into her chest fluff to make the Mare stop trying to sing, and even then, Cobble struggles so much that only the side of her face is pressed into Cowbell's chest, leaving one of Cobble's eyes, wet with tears, fixated on the White Baby.
>Everyone sighs or sobs in sympathy for Cobble, but the outcome was inevitable. Still, there was always a small chance, a dim hope, that the White Baby might answer it's Birth-Mother, might have remembered the Mumma-Song it heard while sleeping inside of Cobble's belly.
>"Yuu sing now, Siwk. Is yuu tuwn." Cowbell murmurs, and then, nervously, Silk starts to sing her Mumma Song, slowly growing more and more confident as Cowbell keeps Cobble mostly-quiet.
>Much like Cobble's song, Silk's Mumma Song is full of the promise of love and safety, and much to Cobble's distress, it takes only a few seconds for the White Baby to understand the song, peep happily and clumsily get to it's hooves, tottering over to Silk, humming the same song all the way before it buries it's head and shoulders in Silk's belly Fluff.
>"Wuv Mumma!" White declares, and everyone in the Herd chants "Wed Mawe is White Baybeh's Mumma!" as the matter is decided.
>Well, almost everyone.
>"Nuu-hu-hu! Dat mah Baybeh, DAT MAH BAYBEH, gif bawk, gif bawk mah Guud-Guud Baybeh!" Cobble shrieks, pushing away from Cowbell and shuffling towards Silk and the White Baby for a few seconds before the New Smarty Friend tackles Cobble and pushes her to the ground. "DAT MAH BAYBEH! MAH BAYBEEEE-EEEEH! BAAAAAAYBEEE-EEEEH-EEEEH!"
>"Nuuu, Cobbwe, is nu yuu Baybeh, nu come tu yuu Mumma-Song, is nu yuu Baybeh." Several of the Herd's Mares rush up the steps to hug and console, and most importantly, stop Cobble from trying to rush over to Silk and steal the Baby from it's Mumma, but Cobble just screams and cries and pushes at them, frantic and beyond reason as she sees 'her' child rejecting her for another Mare, snuggling with another Mumma.
>"BAYBEH, MUMMA HEWE! GIF BAYBEH, YUU BAD FWUFFIE! YUUUUUUU BAAAAAD FWUFFIEEEE! GIF BAYBEH TU WEAW MUMMA!" Cobble howls, even as the Hoomin sighs and picks up Silk and the White Baby, and then a Red and Pink Baby, and goes inside, leaving the Herd outside alone with the frowning Dog-Munsta and four crying Fluffies.
>Cobble, who cannot comprehend that her Baby truly does not recognise her as it's Mumma, and can only sob and howl in her loss and confusion.
>The Green Baby, who lies on his back at the base of the steps, squeaking for the "Wed Mumma!" to come back and save him from the "Meanie Mumma!" and take him back inside the Hoomin Safe Place too.
>And Fern's two babies, now orphaned, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other as they fight each other for a teat on one of the Mares who still has some milk left after feeding her own Foals.
>It's going to be a loooong day.