A Pregnant Fluffy

>You are a fluffy mommy.
>Well, not yet, but you will soon be a mommy.
>You are pregnant and you and your special friend have found a wonderful place to raise your babies.
>It is nice and secluded with no monsters nearby.
>It has plenty of nummies too.
>These trees have low needle greens that taste great.
>There is a field nearby and you can’t wait to see you babbies play there.
>You just know you will have good babies.
>You rub your tummy and softly coo to them.
>You want them to know mommy loves them.
>You are so big it is hard to move and your special friend has to get you nummies.
>You are laying around with a content smile on your face as he comes waddling up.
>He has a mouthful of the pine needles and he places them right in front of you.
>”Yay! Mo nummies fo mommeh and babehs!”
>You scoot closer to the nummies and nibble them.
>You sing between bites, “Mommeh wub babies and babbehs wub mommeh!”
>Your special friend smiles at you.
>”Fwuffy haf bestest speshul fwen efer.”
>You smile at him, “Fwuffy wub speshul fwen too!”
>He runs up and hugs you.
>You are such a lucky fluffy.
>You keep eating because good mommies make sure their babies have plenty of nummies.
>Soon you finish off the pile.
>You start to rub you tummy again while you special friend make sure no bad things are trying to sneak up.
>You start to feel funny.
>It feels like your back side is wet.
>”Why fwuffy pee pee pwace feew wet?”
>”Fwuffy nuu go pee pee.”
>You special friend looks confused, “Yoo feew wa was? Fwuffy wook fo speshul fwen.”
>He walks around behind you and looks under your tail.
>”Nuuuuuu! Speshul fwen haf boo boo juice at pee pee pwace!”
>”Nuuuu! Fwuffy hewt! Hewp fwuffy!”
>You start to wiggle your leg in a panic.
>Your special friend start to lick the boo boo juice.
>”Fwuffy hewp speshul fwen! Make boo boo juice cwean!”
>It doesn’t help.
>You still feel wet.
>You start to tear up, “fwuffy nuu wike dis! Fwuffy be mommeh, nuu wan owies!”
>You friend is licking and trying to push the boo boo juice back in but it keep flowing out.
>”Pwease be gud pee pee pwace! Nuu mo boo boo juice!”
>Suddenly you have a pain in your tummy.
>”Ahhhhhh! Fwuffy tummy haf owies! Wahhhhhh!”
>You special friend starts to run around you, “Wha fwuffy do! Hewp speshul fwen!”
>He trots in place then runs and grabs more pine needles.
>The pain in your tummy gets worse.
>”Huu huuu huuuuu… fwuffy nuu wan owies… Huuuuuuuu!!!”
>Your special friend comes back with more pine needles, “Make tummy owies go way! Pwease make owies go way nummies!”
>You lean forward to nibbles them when your tummy feels like it is twisting.
>The pain is excruciating.
>”OWWWWWW! Fwuffy tummwy hewties! Bwahhhhh! Why tummie be meanie!”
>You special friend hugs your neck.
>”Pwease feew gud! Nuu wan speshul fwen haf owies…. Wahhhhhhh!”
>He starts crying along with you.
>The twisting cramping pain shoots down your tummy.
>”Nuu wan hewties! Wahhhhhhh!! Nuu wan hewtieeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>You feel like your ripping apart.
>”Pee pee pwace! Pee pee pwace hewt! Pee pee PWA-… EEEEEEEEE!!!”
>You special friend runs behind you.
>”Nuuuuu! Wots boo boo juice! Wahhhh! Wha fwuffy do! Bwahhhhh!!!”
>The pain shoots down in wave, twistinh and turning your tummy.
>You cry as it gets worse and worse.
>Finally something starts to happen.
>”Something in fwuffy tummy! Something mof in fwuffy tummy!”
>”Wha happen fwuffy! Why fwuffy haf big owies! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>Your belly rumbles and cramps again.
>All you can manage to yell between your screams and cries is, “BIG POOPIES!”
>Your special friend is behind you bawling, “Pwease be otay spechul fwen! Wahhhhh! Pwease… wahhhhhh!”
>You feel something comingout of your pee pee place.
>”EEEEEEEE! HeWt! PEE PEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>It passes and you feel something else passing.
>The cramps roll through your tummy
>”Owie owie owie owie owie!”
>Something else comes out.
>”Babbeh…..?”
>The cramps start to ease.
>Your belly has shrunk considerably.
>You still cry, “Huu huuhuuuu… why fwuffy hewt…. Huuuuuu….”
>Your special friend is wiping his tears and sounds excited, “Babbehs! Yoo mommeh! Yoo haf babbehs!”
>”Babehs… Babehs! Mommeh wub babbeh! Whewe babeh!”
>You forget the pain and start to turn.
>There they are!
>Laying on the ground, the most prettiest babies ever born!
>You push yourself over to them, “Mommeh hewe fo babbeh, cwean babbeh wike gud mommeh…”
>You start to lick the boo boo juice off them.
>You special friend picks one up and hugs it, “daddeh wub babbeh, gif bestest huggies!”
>He is smiling and gently cradling the baby.
>You lick your baby only once and spit the after birth out.
>”Nuu taste pwetty…”
>You decide the babies can clean them selves.
>You set back and call to the baby on the ground.
>”Come mommeh babeh, get huggies and miwkies!”
>Your special friend is still cradling the one he picked up, “Baby sweepie, wakie babeh! Nyu babeh, nee gif huggies!”
>Why isn’t your babeh coming to you?
>It is just laying there.
>”Come mommeh babeh, nee miwkies…”
>Strange, maybe it can’t hear you with all the after birth on it.
>You force yourself to lick the not pretty stuff off your baby.
>You have to put your hoof on it to keep it from rolling.
>”Otay, (bleh) babeh cwean noa… get miwkies babeh!”
>You smile warmly down at your prettiest baby ever born as you lay back exposing your teats.
>Your special friend is looking concerned, “Baby nuu wakies… nuu gif daddeh huggies…”
>You start to get worried, “Why babeh nuu mof? Pwease come mommeh babeh!”
>Your special friend looks at you tearing up, “Babeh nuu hug daddeh! Why nuu hug daddeh?”
>”Babeh come to mommeh! Am gud mommeh, have wots and wots of miwkies!”
>They still don’t move and only lay there.
>”Daddeh gif mo huggie! Make babeh happeh!”
>Your special friend hugs the baby he is holding tighter.
>It doesn’t make a sound and its head flops to the side.
>”Why babeh nuu mof? Babeh nee miwkies!”
>Your special friend carries the baby he is holding to you and places it on your teat.
>You put its mouth on your nipple as he goes and grabs the other one.
>”Pwease babeh, dwink miwkies. Make gud stwong babeh!”
>Your special friend brings the other one over and places it on your other teat, “Pwease dwink miwkies babeh!”
>You make sure that their mouths are on the nipples but they don’t suckle.
>”Why babeh nuu haf miwkies? Mommeh haf gud miwkies….”
>One of the babies rolls off you onto the ground and just lays there.
>”Nuuu! Babeh nuu wike mommeh miwkies! Wahhhhhhhh! Am gud mommrh babeh! Haf gud miwkies! Wahhhhhh!”
>Your special friend is pushing the others head down, “Dwink miwkie! Am gud miwkie!”
>The baby pushes to the side and flops on the ground not moving as well.
>”Wahhhhhh! Fwuffy wan be gud mommeh… why babeh nuu wub mommeh… wahhhhhh huuu huuuuuu….”
>Your tears stream down your face as you look at the lifeless bodies of your babies.
>There is only one reason that your babies would not want your milk.
>You are a bad mommy.
>Your special friend starts to hug you.
>”Nuu cwy speshul fwen… pwease nuu cry…”
>He isn’t holding you tight though.
>You know he thinks you are a bad mommy as well.
>”Babehs! Wahhhhhhh! Fwufyy wub babehs! Pwease…. Wahhhhhhh!”
>You were going to raise such beautiful babies.
>But now you cannot.
>You made bad milkies that your babies didn’t want.
>You cry for hours watching over your still foals.
>They never get up and come to you.
>You finally walk away with your pee pee place sore and dripping boo boo juice.
>You sniffle.
>Your special friend walks with you but is further away.
>He cannot look at you.
>You are a bad mommy.
>….
>Fluffies don’t know pine needles cause miscarriages.