Mumma Fluffy's Tragedy

>A herd of about 30 fluffy ponies is trying to find a new home
>They roam the countryside
>Over the fields and the roads
>Humans always drive them away from their lands
>Many die, but new strays join them along the way
>They have pregnant mares who can no longer walk
>They have to be rolled
>It's getting dark
>Need to sleep soon
>Suddenly, one of the pregnant mares gets accidentally rolled into a hole in the ground
>Some farmer dug it there looong ago
>"Waaah! Ouchie!" she screams when she hits the bottom and tumbles around
>Her enormous belly protects the little fluffies inside
>The hole is about one meter deep and two wide
>Others manage to not fall in
>"Wheve momma?" they wonder
>"Hewp! Dawk! Owies!" the momma in the hole screams
>Fluffies gather around the hole, somehow managing to not fall
>"Hewp momma! Momma fwuffy nee' hewp!"
>Smarty friend hears the commotion and waddles over to see what happened
>He looks at the mare in the hole
>"Hewp momma! No wike!"
>Smarty thinks
>There has to be some way to get her up...
>Suddenly, someone starts to scream
>"Monsta! Nuuuu! Hewp! Monsta huwt fwuffy!"
>They start to run around in circles
>Smarty panics too, forgetting the lone mare
>"Nuuu! Hewp momma! No wan dawk! No wan monstas!" she screams
>But the others don't hear her anymore
>They're running in panic
>Panic shits shoots out, it's everywhere
>They run away, leaving her behind
>What was the monster? We don't know. Probably leaves blown around by wind.
>Fluffies panic so easily
>Now the lone fluffy pony cries in the hole, unable to move, unable to get up
>"Heeeewp! Fwuffy no wike! Wan get up! Hewp fwuffy!"
>Nobody comes to help her
>The night falls
>She cries and shivers in her prison
>When the sun finally comes back up, there's no sign of the herd
>Just couple tufts of fluff, lots of squished shit, but no fluffy ponies
>Except her
>She wails in the hole
>"Heewp! Why no hewp momma? Wan nommies! Nuuu!"
>She can only wiggle her legs
>Suddenly, she feels something
>"Owie! Hewp fwuffy! Big poopie!"
>She's in labour, water breaks
>Foal starts to squeeze out
>She completely forgets her own predicament
>The foals are now more important
>Like all good fluffy mommas, she cleans the squirming foal and places it on her belly, where it crawls to her teats
>Another foal comes out soon and it gets the same treatment
>That's it, only two this time
>She has shrunken back to normal size
>She babbles happily to the babies who drink as much milk as they can until falling asleep on her belly
>Happily, she falls asleep too
>Later she wakes up hungry and thirsty
>Foals still get their milk, but how long she can continue nursing them?
>They sleep cuddled together while momma tries to find a way out from the hole
>She can't climb up
>She can't dig the walls
>There is no food, no water, nothing
>Her pleas for someone to help her remain unaswered
>No fluffies anywhere near, her herd has forgotten her by now
>Defeated, she sits down and starts to cry
>Hunger and thirst burns her body
>"Why no hewp? Nee' wawa. Nee' nommies. Babeeh wan miwk. No miwk. Heeewp!"
>The foals wake up and mewl in hunger
>Only few drops of milk left
>Poor foals mewl in hunger, their eyes haven't fully opened yet and they can't walk either
>They squirm on her belly fluffs and she doesn't know what to do
>No food for her, no milk for foals
>Eventually, it's dark again
>They sleep in one pile of fluff, shaking in hunger and cold
>"Why... no.. hewp?" she wonders before falling asleep
>The next morning isn't any better
>The foals mewl constantly in hunger
>Their eyes have opened and can walk slightly better, but they're very hungry
>Momma isn't any better either
>She doesn't have much energy left, she just lies on the ground, forming a protective ball of fluff around the foals
>The foals are getting weaker and weaker
>They want food
>They suck the empty teats, nothing comes out anymore
>They squeak their first words
>"Hungwy... nommies... momma... gif miwk..."
>Momma can't help them
>Tears slowly mat her face as she lies there, not moving much
>Few hours later the foals stop moving
>Momma gently pokes them with her muzzle
>"Babeeh... momma sowwy... hewp..."
>She is too tired
>It's getting dark again
>She's dead by the morning