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- >Today your sister and her husband have come over to visit
- >You feel bad for them, as they recently went through the tragedy of a miscarriage
- >Your fluffy pony mare, who recently gave birth to a healthy litter comes over and listens in to the conversation
- >The word "miscarriage" sticks out to her
- >"Wat miscawage?" she asks
- >Oh wow, how to explain this.
- >First off, it would help if you weren't talking down to an ambulatory ball of fluff, so up on the couch she goes.
- >Eye-to-eye she listens better anyway.
- >You explain to the fluffy pony, carefully, as you would explain to a toddler, that sometimes, through no fault of the mother, a baby just... doesn't survive, and is born unable to ever "wake up", and it's a very sad thing.
- >Her eyes are wide at learning of this terrible tragedy.
- >"Daddeh sissy haf miscawage?"
- "Yes, that's right."
- >"Odda bebbehs otay?"
- "She didn't, have any other babies, just the one."
- >"Sissy onwy bebbeh sweep fowevah..." she whispers, and then starts to cry.
- >She waddles over to your sister and embraces her, tears streaming down her face.
- >"Fwuffy sowwy... fwuffy know, bebbeh mos' bestist ting... bestist feew tuu haf bebbehs. Fwuffy feew saddies foh Daddeh Sissy."
- >Your sister, sniffling a little herself, reaches down and strokes your fluffy's mane.
- >"Huggies, onwy ting foh heawt-huwties. Fwuffy nuu gif 'nuff huggies foh yuu bebbeh, buh fwuffy twy."
- >For several minutes, your sister is just holding on to your fluffy, stroking it gently, and your fluffy is just hugging her in silence.
- >It is incredibly awkward for both you and your brother-in-law.
- >After slightly too long for your tastes, in a distant room, one of your fluffy's foals starts crying.
- >Your sister releases your fluffy as if she was a hot coal, sniffling and pulling away the damp hair that has matted itself to her face.
- >The fluffy turns, her face streaked with tears.
- >"Bebbeh nee' mummeh. Daddeh hewp fwuffy down?"
- "Sure thing sweety."
- >Once on the ground, she trots quietly out of the room.
- >And once again, this is an incredibly awkward situation.
- >"We were... going to dinner?" cautiously ventures your brother in-law.
- "Yeah, that... that sounds good."
- >Your sister is still breathing raggedly, her husband helps her up.
- >"I've just... just got to get ready. Get ready. Just wait here." She leaves the living room, leaning heavily on the wall for support.
- >You and your brother in-law stare dejectedly at the doorway for several beats.
- "Goddamn it, I need a beer. Also, it's kinda dusty in here."
- >"Yeah, a beer. I got something in my eye."
- ---
- >"Gud bebbeh, mummeh wuv yuu, haf miwkie afta bwudda dwink."
- >She's been standing in the doorway of the safe room for nearly ten minutes, just watching as your fluffy feeds her young.
- >"Let m-" She retracts, "May I hold one?"
- >Your fluffy, with no hesitation, lifts up her eldest son.
- >"Gif bebbeh huggies."
- >The baby, recently born, is little larger than an eyeglass case, and having recently fed, it gazes sleepily with half opened eyes at the strange woman.
- >She takes it, cradling it carefully in her palm, letting it's fragility and warmth seep into her hand.
- >It gurgles, and rolls over, gently suckling at her thumb.
- >Your sister kneels, and carefully gives the sleepy infant pony back to it's mother.
- >"Thank you. Hugs... really helped."
- >Your fluffy beams up at her, smiling, in spite of her tear-streaked face, while stroking her assembled brood.
- >"Huggies mae' ebwyting bettah. Eben heawt-huwties."
- ---
- >Four months later, your sister and brother contact you again.
- >It's twins, they're healthy, and past the danger zone.
- >In a few more months, you'll be an uncle.
- >You long ago gave your fluffy's foals up for adoption, but she's happy.
- >They all have their own mommies and daddies now, and she got to have babies.
- >It was the best feel.
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