Any Neopet besides mine are fictional. If your Neopet's name is mentioned in this story it is pure coincidence. I have not based the story around any certain Neopet other than my own.
It was a cloudless evening in the small town of Neopia Central. The crisp breeze blew silently across a grassy paddock where a joyful whinny could be heard.
Tracey stood alongside the wooden fence as she watched her pregnant white Uni trot eagerly towards her. The graceful Uni had a beautiful stride as if she were a dancer, therefore her name when Tracey had created her was 'Dance Away', Dancer for short.
Dancer whinnied as she happily nudged Tracey's shoulder and searched her pockets for a juicy red apple. She frowned when she found nothing.
"No red apple today?" Dancer asked as she stared into Tracey's deep, crystal blue eyes. Sure, she wasn't a puppy dog, but puppy dog eyes worked perfectly when it came to getting what you wanted.
"Dancer! I wish you wouldn't use those eyes on me! Oh fine...I'll go inside and get you an apple"
As Tracey walked towards the porch she muttered under her breath "stubborn little horse"
"Hey I heard that!" Dancer called towards her owner. "I'm not little anymore, I'm gonna be a momma!"
Tracey flicked back her long platinum blonde hair as she entered the small house. She was quite petite for an adult and enjoyed activities as much as a little kid would. Though she was thirty one, age didn't really matter anymore to Tracey. Having a Neopet made her feel like a kid again, and she loved it.
As Tracey searched the fridge she was disappointed to find that the red apples had all disappeared. All that was left was a few apple cores chucked carelessly back into the fruit compartment and a slimesicle.
Stupid Wocky. Every time Tracey's cousin, Linda, came down in the holidays she always had her Neopet, Harry, come sleep over too. The blue Wocky was always hungry and the fridge has become his best friend over the past few weeks.
Tracey grabbed the slimesicle, groaning as she closed the fridge. Stupid Neopet owed her a trip to the food store.
Dancer reared with excitement when she saw Tracey descend the porch steps. Her stomach growled. She just couldn't wait until she could sink her teeth into a juicy red apple.
Her excitement soon faded when she saw the slimesicle in Tracey's small hand.
"What the...Eww...You seriously don't expected me to eat.." Dancer stepped back as she wrinkled her nose in protest. "That?"
"I'm sorry it's all I have" Tracey said softly as she handed the slimesicle to her Neopet. "Harry went through my fridge...again"
Tracey let out a low sigh and Dancer winced.
"Eww it's...the slimesicle is like, dripping with some putrid green crap. Where did you get it from? A sewer? What about that freaky brain bush from the Haunted Woods? Is that where you got it from?" Dancer was always a bit of an anxious Uni.
"You know" Tracey coughed as she pointed towards her Uni's large belly. "Stressing isn't going to help your baby"
There was a long pause of silence and Dancer sighed in defeat. She tried her hardest to avoid anything that would harm her unborn baby, her treasure. It just wasn't worth it and the baby was due so soon.
Dancer growled as she took the slimesicle and took a very slow lick. Amazingly, she didn't cough anything back up. She actually continued to lick at the small ice cream, slurping up the slime that was starting to dribble from the top.
"That wasn't...so bad" she smiled when she had finished. Tracey smiled in return.
"That was the last of our supplies so I'm going to go to the food shop. I'll be back later" Tracey patted her beautiful white Uni as she turned and walked towards the house.
Suddenly, a loud scream of pain rang through the still evening.
"Tracey! Please help me!" Dancer coughed in agony. "The baby...It's...It's due.."