Mommy Issues

>you hate your mother
>you want a pet
>you decide to check the pet shop in fluffy pony section
>fluffy mother with two little baby mares catches your eye
>she is breast-feeding them
>she seems happy and proud of her babies, and you can feel hatred gathering inside of you because of it
"may I help you?"
>wild employee appeared
>you point at the happy fluffy family
"I will take these two"
"Are you sure? They are really young, you will have to bottle feed them for a while"
"That's not a problem. I used to do it with other animals before"
"Alright, but you will have to wait few minutes before I milk their mother and feed them with this for next 10 to 14 days,"
>satisfaction is filling your hearth as you observe the situation
"Nu! Nu twake mummas miwk! Miwk babhes nummies nu hooman numies! Pwease babhes nweed nummies" *cry*
>bitch must be thinking she won't be able to feed and her offspring will starve to death
>and that's make you happy, and she doesn't know yet that you will take away her babies forever
>you can't wait to find out her reaction
>minutes pass, the man managed to milk bitch dry and store her milk for you
"I'm sorry to make you wait Sir, usually we use milking machine for this but it's broken and I have to do it manually"
>imploying It doesn't make me feel even better
"It's nothing, really."
>foals are complaining
"Mummah, whewe miwk? Fluffy tummy huwt fow nummies. Pwease feed"
>She hugs them both tight with tears in her eyes
>Time for the great final
>The man's hands are reaching for foals to take them away from their mother forever
"Nu! Mumah hewp! Scawy Hooman take away fom mumah! *cry*
"Nu take babhes! Nu twake! Babhes nweed mumas nummies! Need hugs! PEWASE GIBE BABHES BACK! *crying and pissing*
>you just had an emotional orgasm
>the man is squeezing foals above the sink to empty them of piss and shit
"OWIES! MUMAH HEWP!"
"NO HUWT BABHES PWEASE!"
>your emotional orgasm is even extending
>The foals are packet into a box wth little holes and given to you, along with their mother's milk and a little plastic bottle
"That will be 6 dollars, and take this leaflet, it's a guide how to take care of young and adult fluffies."
"Thank you very much Sir, have nice day."
>You drive home, and you take good care of two little fluffy pony sister
>you comfront them, be a good "daddy" to them and make sure they forget about their mother
>you don't abuse them or anything like that, you just wanted their mother to suffer, as you hate all mothers in the world
>soon, you also forget about the day you got them
>until you realize they became adults
>once again you feel hungry for mother's sorrow
>You decide to force your fluffies to breed
>They didn't like special hugs, as most mares don't, or are even aware of actually is going on
>but once again you comfort them and make sure they forget about this shock, and fill their little brains about babies they will have soon
>they are really excited and are already thinkink about the names they are going to give to their foals
>Of course, they are not coming with anything more creative than naming them after colours, toys or food
>They give birth to 5 foals each
>You keep little fluffies until they can walk,
>One morning, without any word you milk fluffy mothers
"Wat daddeh doing! Miwk babhes mummies nu daddhes nummies! Pwease nu twake away nummies! Babhes nweeds!"
>The same feel you felt back in pet shop is coming back to you
>It feels so great, it's almost sexual, and the best is yet to come
>From the early morning to the late evening your friends and family were coming to take away little fluffies
>with every single foal taken away, mothers' sorrow and pain were deeper, and thier crying and begging more intensive
>you didn't plan this to take entire day, but it appears it gave even more joy to your corrupted soul
>It was so great that you decide to set up a fluffy pony farm, so you can feel that feel endlessly
>You plan it the way so the mares will be giving birth to foals almost everyday
>You do everything you can so mothers will suffer as much as it is possible
>You never tell them you will take their babies away, and you make the mares as excited as possible about upcoming births
>You always make sure to sell very young foals so your costumers will have to bottle-feed them
>It even extends mothers' suffer and gives you the joy of milking them and making them think their babies will starve to death
>before they realize they will have no babies at all
>always before you take the foal away for good you separate it from its mother for a few minutes
>and put him behind the mesh fence so they can see each other, but not hug
>just additional points of joy for you, as you hate every mother in the world