Number One Mother

>Came home from work and found fluffy ponies invading your kitchen.
>A pink mare with four foals.
>They shit all over your floor.  They peed on your couch.
>You were just gonna kick them out, but then you saw the true damage.
>Your laptop.  It was open and very warm.
>Two of the foals got cozy on top of it.
>Scratched up the screen with thier hooves, shit all over the keyboard.
>Your reaction was less than merciful.
>Stealthily grabbed an old fish tank from the cellar.
>Come back up, walk into living room.
>Fluffy mare barely has time to react as you snatch up her foals.
>"Whu? Munstah! No! No, munstah, no take babehs!"
>She pleads and humps your leg as you chuck the foals into the tank.
>Place the tank against the wall.
>Just high enough to keep the foals trapped.
>They stare helplessly at their mother as they try to get through the glass.
>"Hewp! Mummah hewp!" "No wike! Hewp!" "Munstah! Hewp, mummah!"
>They're already shitting themselves from terror.
>The mother dashes to the tank, but you snatch her up.
>"Noo!" she cries. "Puwt fwuffy down! Wan' babehs!  Babehs need mummah!  Need miwkies!"
>The foals sob.  "Miwkies!" "Wan' mummah!" "Fwuffy hungy!" "Hewp!"
>The four foals hug each other as they shiver in terror.
>"No cwy babehs!" the mother calls as you carry her out of the room.
>"Mummah wuv babehs! No cwy! Mummah come back!"
>Hold her tight in your arm as you dig mesh netting and duct tape out of the desk.
>"Munstah, pwese! Wet fwuffy an' babehs go! No wike! Fwuffy sowwy! Fwuffy sowwy!"
"Your filthy spawn destroyed my computer. You broke into my house."
>"Fwuffy sowwy!  Babehs no bad babehs!  Sowwy! Wan' weave! No come back! Pwomise!"
>Ignore her pleading.  Carry her back to the tank.
>Skillfully layer and tape the mesh wiring over the top of the tank.
>Pin down the mother on top, and tape her legs down.
>She's trapped, laid over her her babies' prison.
>"Pwese, no wike!" she pleads. "Pwese wet go!  Why weggies no move! Gway stuff no wet go!"
>The foals cry up to their mother, who can't save them.
>And still they fill the floor of the tank with shit.
>It'll probably be a while.  Go get some whiskey.
>Chug some mouthfuls.  Man, that hits the spot.
>Come back to tank.  Sit on floor and watch.
>The mother and babies continue to beg and cry.
>Ignore them for an hour.
>Finally, the mother squints uncomfortably.
>"Hafta poopies!" she cries.
>You laugh and give her belly a gentle squeeze.
>Shit pours like crazy from her bum.
>Her babies are all soaked from the surge of shit.
>"No!!" "No smew pwetty!" "No poopies on baby!" "No wike! No wike, mummah!"
>Mother cries.  "Sowwy babehs! Munstah make mummah poopy!"
>The foals sob.
>Yes, it's good.  But this is taking too long.
>Bring a funnel and bottle of water to the mother.
>Force her to drink the entire bottle.
>Swear you can see her body expanding from the litre of fluid.
>Just ten minutes later, it begins.
>"Hafta pee-pee!" the mother sobs.  "Sowwy babehs! No can no pee-pee!"
>Mother starts pissing into the tank, still crying.
>The babies stumble away from the stream, only rolling around in the piling shit.
>It's a long stream.  By the time she's done, the foals are already leg deep in their mother's urine.
>"No smew pwetty!" they sob hysterically.  "No wike pee-pee! Wan' out!"  "Mummah pwese! Wan' huggies!"  "Huggies! Wan' huggies! No wike pee-pee!"
>Watch some television as the mother keeps peeing and filling the tank.
>Mother realizes what's happening when the first foal drowns.
>One is floating face-down in the rising liquid; the other three are nearly treading water.
>"Oh no! No! Wa-wa bad for babehs! Babehs no swim! Hewp!"
>You're tired.  Call it a night and go to sleep to the sweet sound of sobbing and pleading.
>Wake up, and find the mare managed to nearly fill the tank.
>She's whimpering and crying softly.
>Her foals are decompsing at the bottom of the tank.
>That'll teach the bitch.