Cookie

>you were the first guy on your street to get a fluffy pony
>you had to travel out of state to get her
>she was a light blue earth fluffy with C fluffy mark
>c was the first letter she learned how to say, while she was trying to get a cookie from you
>you named her Cookie and you loved her more than anything
>all of your friends would come over and want to pet her and feed her cookies, you obliged as fluffy ponies were nearly impossible to get in your town
>you love to watch as Cookie prances about innocently, causing many hnnng inducing moments
>your friend Steve's the first one of your friends to get his own fluffy ponies, a little orange unicorn he calls Bucky
>he's excited to bring it in and have it play with Cookie
>Cookie and Bucky hit it off right away, hugging the moment they see each other and babbling 'fwiend' over and over again
>you take yours eyes off them for a moment to talk shop with the boys, leaving the two to play in the safe room you made for Cookie
>about halfway through Steve's diatribe about why the movie he went to see last Thursday sucks, you hear it
>a whining noise coming from the safe room
>you all rush over to see the commotion
>Bucky is rapidly humping behind a frantic Cookie, who lies down on her tummy, unable to get up as Bucky does his job
>Bucky looks just as confused, unable to comprehend what is happening
>"why hurt?" Bucky calls out
>you manage to rush in just in time for Bucky to reach orgasm
>he finishes the task and falls over
>you rush over to Cookie to make sure she is okay, while Steve tends to Bucky
>Bucky is dead
>Steve comes over to you and puts his arm on your shoulder
>"I'm sorry." he says
>"Why are you sorry? Cookie's not dead."
>he sighs sadly and explains that after a fluffy pony impregnates another, the pregnant fluffy will explode when it comes to term, giving birth to the new fluffies
>your eyes grow wide with fear as he explains
>Cookie is back up, and has completely forgot the incident with Bucky
>she waddles over to Bucky's corpse
>"Why no pway?" she asks the corpse
>you ask Steve why he brought Bucky over if he knew this
>Steve thought Bucky was fixed
>you become inconsolable
>Steve explains that fluffy pregnancy comes to term in about a week
>Cookie keeps trying to get Bucky to play with her
>Bucky is the only other fluffy pony she's ever know, and she doesn't want to lose him
>she begins to cry over the other fluffy pony's body
>try to ask if you can give Cookie an abortion or something
>Steve says fluffy pony bodies can't handle the strain an abortion puts on it
>you can't take this knowledge
>you kindly ask everyone to go
>retreat to the safe room, Cookie still sad about Bucky
>cuddle with Cookie, both of you crying your eyes out
>you spend the next week just watching Cookie play
>try to explain to her what's going to happen
>she couldn't comprehend the concept of her own mortality, but when she heard you say baby fluffy ponies she started to cheer happily that she would 'love them, and hug them, and name them George.'
>you can't take trying to explain it to her anymore so you just decide to let it go
>your friends come over to help you and pay their last respects to Cookie
>Steve tries to come over but you won't let him back, you're still pissed
>the others try to cheer you up by saying you'll have a bunch of new baby fluffies to play with afterwards
>you tell them you can't do that, it'll be too soon
>offer to give the newborns to your friends for them to take care of
>the day finally comes for Cookie to 'deliver'
>the pregnancy didn't show at all during the week, but now you can clearly see that Cookie has begun to swell in size
>she can't waddle around anymore, her legs flailing about as she lies down in her safe room
>you calm her down by feeding her from your hand and stroking her fluff
>your friends are there, prepared to take the newborns away as soon as it's done, just as you requested
>Cookie looks at you as you hold her this last time
>somehow, she begins to comprehend her situation, the pain becoming to great for her to bear
>"pwease, taek cawe of cooki's babes..."
>with that she swells once more and bursts like a balloon, fur raining everywhere
>from the center of the fluffsplosion, five little fluffies cling to each other, crying as they take their first breaths
>crying for a mother who can't help them