Fluffy Resolution - Safe from Scary Monsters

Fluffy Resolution - Safe from Scary Monsters


The moon is obscured by celebratory smoke as fireworks burst in the air.  The acrid smoke and loud explosions are driving the local pet population wild, and none is more afraid than the local fluffy ponies.  In the backroom of a low end fluffy mill a terrified mare cries.

"shh... shh... Bebbehs nuu cwy... Mummah scawed tuu... Scawy noisies an boom booms aw scawy... buh mummah hewe..."

Her foals chirp in her grasp as she tries to shield them from the unseen but very loud danger.  This mother has had her babies for only a few hours and she wasn't due for another day.  The loud noises caused a premature birth and with no staff around this mare gets to spend New Years with her children. Unlike her neighboring fluffies, who cry all alone with swollen teats, this mare gets to hug her children.

"Dun wowweh bebbehs... Mummah gonna keep ou' safe fwum munstas... Mummah pwomise!"

Because she was pregnant her pen is large and has an open top for easy access by employees, but with no one around even this clumsy fluffy can escape.  Her girth gone the sticky and tired mare manages to climb out and makes her way to the oddly convenient doggy door.  On her way out the foals cling to her back fluff, three tiny lives, and cry loudly from the noise and movement.

"Shh, shh, dun cwy bebbeh! Munstaws heaw if cwyin, shh..."
"Eep! Eep! Eep! Eep!"

Then one of the mothers notices the escaping mare.
"Dummy! How fwuffy get ou?! Wet fwuffy out! Hewp fwuffy!"

The fluffy mares all begin shouting for the escapee to stop being bad and to save them, but she runs away and into the darkness, afraid of getting caught.



Running through the woods (a small forested patch in the town) the mare has hair pulled by stray sticks and plants, but manages to make it to a safe place.  The plant is pointy and painful to touch, but she found a safe little cave underneath it.  Digging a bit of space out for her to move a bit the mare takes a much needed rest.  Her foals are still crying, but the mare is far too tired to stay awake any longer.  Giving birth, escaping, running through the woods, and then digging through the tough dirt all while carrying foals was just too much.  She falls asleep on her belly.

Crying through the night the foals are drowned out by the fireworks and eventually their voices go hoarse and the can only sniffle trying to hug their mother into waking.  The foals are underdeveloped, even by fluffy standards, and can barely drag themselves up to mommah, let alone wake her.  And so the foals, who need milk every few hours, and even more so for these weak little foals, suffer a night of neglect and hunger.  One little filly, who didn't even have a chance to open her eyes succumbs to exhaustion and hunger.  She dies hugging her mommah's side crying for love.



"NUUUUUU! BEBBEH!! NUUUUUU! MUMMAH SOWWY! PWEASE WAKIES! PWEEEASE! UHHH HUU HUU HUU HUU!!"

The mare awakens to a horrible sight and her two living children are near the edge of death.  She quickly, delicately works to have them nurse.  For hours she nurses, cuddles, and begs her babbies to be okay.  Miraculously the young filly and colt live.  They sleep soundly for the first time since they were born with full tummies and warm hugs.  But, the dead filly is sleeping next to them.  The mother is still hugging the foal.  The smell has not yet begun to set in, but the foals are more sensitive to this than their mother.  She delicately rocks the stone cold body and constantly tries to get the corpse to suckle.

"D-d-dwinkies miwkies bebbeh, ow nuu gwow up aww big n stwong, dwinkies pwease... d.. ss otay, haff mow huggies befow dwinkies... den bebbeh wakies an haff miwkies... mummah keep bebbeh safe..."

Two days pass before the mare finally runs out of milk, her high protein and sugar pregnancy diet has run out and her hormone injections for milk production now work against her.  With no natural hormones being produce and her regular injections unavailable she has all but completely stopped her milk production. The underdeveloped children still cannot talk, but cry constantly for milk.

"Miwk! Miwk! Miwk! Miwk! Miwk! Miwk!"
"B-bebbehs, shh! Sissy stiww sweepin... nuu haff miwkies yet... h.hafta get mow nummies fow miwkies."

Leaving the crying foals and their corpse sister in the burrow the mare sets out from the prickly bush to find food.  For hours she searches, but only dry yicky leaves and yellow grass are to be found.  Choking down the disgusting grass the mare eventually has her fill.  But, she produces very little milk.  Her nummies place doesn't even feel like it has any milk in it!  She returns to the burrow to find her babies still crying for milk.

"Bebbehs, sissy nee haff miwkies fiwst, haff huwties an nee miwkies, hewe bebbeh, dwinkies, dwink aww da miwkies yuu can..."

The corpse is placed over her teat and the mare positions the mouth to suckle.  The little colt gets angry.  He can barely move and talk but he knows that his sister is dead and that his mommah is being a dummy. He's been scared and hungry all his life and he wants milk now! Waddling away from his living kin taking a nap on the leafy nest floor he moves towards the body and with all his might he pushes her off the teat and on to the ground. Firmly latching on he suckles with a furious hunger.  The mare, happy to feel her daughter nursing lifts up her head to pet her baby, but seeing the brother she becomes enraged.

"BAD! BAD BEBBEH! HUWTIES SISSY! YUU NUU GET MIWKIES! HAFF SPANKIES!"

Not knowing any other punishment than spanking the mare grabs the boy and begins to stomp on his bottom.  Unfortunately for the mare she doesn't know how much force to use for spanking.  Despite having given birth many times she has zero experience with foals save giving them milk.  So spanking a weak trembling foal by stomping on his pelvis has dire consequences.  The foal cannot stop screaming.  His bones shattered and guts destroyed all that remains functional in his body writhes in agony.

"Yuu! Bad! Bebbeh! Bad! Bebbehs! Git! Spankies! Bad! Bad! Bad!"
"EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEE_EEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEEEE-EEE-EEEE-EEEE!!!!!"

For a good five minutes after the punishment the foal tries to crawl away from his abusive mother and into the woods, but he only makes it a few inches before he bleeds out and goes silent.

"Guu bebbeh! Yewwin bad! Munstaws find bebbeh if yewwin! Guu bebbeh!"

Lifting up the shattered foal she gives him a big hug and sets him by a teat.

"Mummah keep ou' safe! Pwotect bebbehs! Nuu munstaws gonna get mummahs bebbehs!"



After the horrifying spanking the last remaining foal hasn't dared to try and suckle, her corpse siblings constantly sit on the mare's teats while she waits for them to drink, and whenever she leaves the filly cannot get any food.  Even when the mother is asleep the filly is so terrified of stealing milk she can only curl up into a ball and beg the pain in her tummy to go away.

Then, one day a loud sound is heard.  Like fluffy hoof steps except loud, like loud fluffy hoof steps.  Then a human boot is seen outside the bush.  The mare nearly screams, but stifles the urge and instead shields her three babies from sight.  She puts all her weight and fluff on top of the foals to keep them quiet and out of sight.  The last living filly nearly suffocates. The footsteps pass and the mother sighs in relief.

"Bebbehs awmost seen, bebbehs suu good! Keep qwiet an nuu munstaws fin! Guu bebbehs!"

The mother hugs her three children who are all still.  And places the fillies to drink while she hugs the colt.  The suffocated filly twitches with the barest remnants of life.  As the filly looks down and sees the teat she doesn't even have the energy to suckle.  She cries her last tears as the lack of air and weakness from starvation deal the final blow.

"Mummah suu guud! Keep bebbehs safe fwom bad hoomins! Towd yuu mummah woud pwotect bebbehs!"