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- >”Uh-oh! Daddeh! Fwuffy gon mahe biiiiig poopies!”
- >well, this is a phrase you’ve been expecting to hear
- >your orange and caramel fluffy, Dawn, has been expecting for a few weeks
- >she’s gotten so big that it’s gotten hard for her to walk
- >you’ve had to pick her up when she had to use the litterbox, or she would drag herself along the floor
- >and now she’s doing just that
- >”Dawn, that’s not poopies. It’s babies.”
- >she looks up at you, awestruck
- >”Babbehs? Dawh gon be mummeh?”
- >she’s known this for weeks, but you tell her yes anyways
- >she attempts to hop up and down to celebrate, but she just wriggles her hooves around instead
- >you decide taking her out to the back porch would be a good idea
- >there’s no need to get your floor or table messy
- >you lay a bunch of towels down, anyway
- >”Here come babbehs!”
- >she strains quite hard, and her eyes bulge a bit
- >slowly, you begin to see one of the foals coming out
- >she seems to be a light orange pegasus with a dark brown mane
- >”Well, the first one’s a female.”
- >”Yay! Dawh waneh giww!”
- >you place your hands below the foal, so she doesn’t fall
- >she splats into your hands
- >eeugh
- >you wipe the foal off with the towel, as well as your own hands
- >suddenly, you realize something
- >do fluffy foals breath on their own after being born?
- >you know that most babies do when you rub them down, but you’re not sure
- >you hold her upside-down to drain the mucus and give her a light tap on the bottom
- >she doesn’t like this one bit, and starts crying
- >well, at least she’s breathing
- >you set her down next to her mother, and the pair snuggle together
- >”Mummeh wuv babbeh! Mummeh be good mummeh!”
- >”There’s another one coming. Hold on.”
- >you hold your hands out to catch him again, but you wrap your hands in a towel this time
- >after you dry him off, you can see his stomach inflating and deflating
- >blue unicorn, darker blue mane
- >you add him to the snuggle pile
- >the two foals are sleeping right up against Dawn’s neck
- >Dawn’s not done yet, though
- >you’re starting to get the hang of this
- >but that’s the last fluffy
- >she’s a turquoise unicorn, with a purple mane
- >she’s breathing just fine, too
- >one more fluffy for the fluffy mountain
- >they’re all starting to drink their mother’s milk at this point
- >speaking of Dawn, she’s starting to give them names
- >”Awwight, you caww…Num, you caww Dawh, and you caww…Sun!”
- >wait, what was that first one?
- >”Num?”
- >she nods
- >”Wike ‘nummie’! ‘Cause Num wuv eat!”
- >you look, and sure enough, he’s the only one still eating
- >the other two are sleeping
- >”Well, I can see why you named Dawn Jr. after yourself, but why ‘Sun’?”
- >”Becah she pwetty wike sun!”
- >fair enough, you suppose
- >you kneel down to pet them
- >Num has stopped feeding, and he’s woken up the other two foals to play with him
- >you pick up Dawn Jr.
- >”Wah! Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! MUMMY!”
- >guess she still hasn’t forgiven you for the tap
- >she struggles and swats at you with her hooves
- >”Alright, alright, sorry.”
- >you set her down and she buries herself in Dawn’s fluff, peeking out at you every few seconds
- >you sit on the ground and call the two foals over
- >they don’t seem to understand you, so you just head right up and grab them
- >they let out a surprised squeal but then start giggling
- >Num’s already started sucking on your thumb, and Sun is rubbing herself up on the back of your palm
- >you set them down and they continue playing together
- >”Dawn, how do you feel about a special dinner tonight? To celebrate?”
- >she thanks you and accepts the offer
- >later that night, you make some spaghetti and crush some fluffy treats up in the sauce
- >apparently this makes it taste “reawwy good”, according to Dawn
- >you let the three foals have a little shot glass worth of the sauce, and they lap it up
- >you shouldn’t let them eat solids yet, so milk and various sauces will have to do
- >when it’s time for bed (that is, after you played tag with the foals), you bring them up to their brand new room
- >you’ve kept this a secret from Dawn, so she’s genuinely shocked
- >you have a massive basket filled to the brim with warm blankets, and a little secluded pen off to the side
- >you can’t forget the litter box, either
- >you shut off the lights and plug in the little tiny lamp that Dawn sleeps next to at night
- >it provides a very tiny glow, but enough to see the mother and her foals
- >you wrap them all up in the blankets, and give them all a goodnight kiss
- >you close the door behind you, and as you head downstairs, you begin to think
- >Dawn Jr., Sun, and Num?
- >really?
- >fluffy ponies aren’t very creative thinkers
- >oh well
- >the ponies are all happy, and hey
- >so are you
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