Fluffy Alicorn Breeder, part 3

Fluffy Alicorn Breeder, Part 3

>Monday. You fucking hate Mondays. Mondays exist purely to be give you the shits, you’re sure of it. Coming home from work on a Monday is one of the most depressing things ever, because you know you’ll just have to get up the next morning and go back anyways.
>Saturday, you reset the Mares from Shed 4, so they would become ‘blank slates’, and on Sunday you got the last of Shed 3’s Foals sold to the General Public. Will neuter the Foals tomorrow, feel like absolute shit right now.
>Bob and Jay don’t work week-days, so you have to deal with the Alicorns on your own, morning and evening.
>Mostly easy work, just have to pick up crap and feed them first thing in the morning and first thing when you come home.
>Cheap toys from the $2 Shop for when the older ones wear out and break. Old Flatscreen TVs playing endless repeats of My Little Pony burned onto portable hard-drives, certain episodes that you consider harmful to the process of rearing foals removed, of course.
>Mares remain locked up in their sheds, so they don’t mingle and start talking about Babies. It would be far easier, but the heartbreak the Mares would suffer would be far worse if they had to watch other Mares playing with Foals, after their own had gone away.
>Stallions live in your backyard, given room to run and play and build up their stamina. Given their duties are basically to stud the hell out of the Mares, they need to be able to ‘perform’ for hours on end, so stamina training is a must, plus the other training you put them through, namely never talk about other Mares in front of Mares, be nice to the Mares when giving them Special Hugs, be very nice to Fluffy Mumma Mares.
>You’ve let the Fluffy Mares you ‘shanghai’d’ into liking Alicorns into the Back Yard with them, hoping that they remained friendly after you left....
>If not ... there’s three rounds waiting in your rifle with ‘Fluffy’ scratched into them.
>Pull up at the block, get out of the car ...
>Black, White, Scarlet and Red and playing with the Mares, pushing balls to the Fluffy Mares with their horns, who giggle, hug the balls and awkwardly push it back.
>The little Bright Blue Fluffy Mare is visibly fatter, and you make a mental note to give her some Fluffy Formula for dinner, in addition to the spinach, carrots, sweet potatoes and broccoli.
>Anything that adds calcium to her diet will be a plus.
>Otherwise, if she’s anything like an Alicorn, her body will pull it from her bones, and she’ll snap a leg just walking around.
>Look over to the undeveloped blocks to the west, and yes, the fucking Feral Fluffy Pony Herd is back in force. Close to fifty of the little bastards, spitting at your electrified fence and squeaking insults at your Alicorns.
>Too far away to be heard, but still ...
>You think they went through ten different Smarty Friends before some bright spark realised the Wires on the Fence made Smarty Friends in Dumb Friends or Extra Crispy Friends.
>There’s no way they’re getting through the fence.
>Feed the Mares, then see to your Side Project, Hybrid Fluffies between Fluffy Ponies and Fluffy Alicorns.


>Shed 1 .... everything is okay, thus far.
>Mares are all fat, due to the constant level of good food they get, but all four are also developing quite rounded teats. A good sign that they are pregnant, but it could also be a ‘false alarm’ due to having been mated, and their hormones surging.
>Rather not risk it. Rather over-feed them and then have to put them on a diet than underfeed them now and risk harm to the Foals and Mares.
>Fluffy Breeder Chow is full of iron, calcium, salts and fats. You give each one a heaped bowl and tell them they are Good Fluffies. Throw in some dried banana chips as an additional treat to up their blood sugar level as well.
>Poop is scooped, Fluffy Alicorn Mares say you are best Hooman for making the floor clean again. Hug your legs, and you resist the urge to pat them. Can’t risk the Mares getting jealous that one or two of them got “Hooman Huggies” and start to fight. One good kick to the rear end or stomach could cause them to lose the Foals, and that’s several hundred dollars gone to waste right then and there!
>Scatter some more hay on the ground, restock their water dispenser, shake out their beds and sweep up shed Fluff.
>..................
>Shed 2 .... chaos! Seems the Foals have decided to go on the rampage! Mares try to control their offspring, but youth and boredom have overpowered age and wisdom it seems.
>”Nuuu, Baybehs, nu do dat!” Fluffy Alicorn Mummas bawl as their Foals run amok, kicking toys, pulling each other’s tails, scattering litter out of the Poopie Box everywhere.
>”OI!” You yell.
>Mares squeak in alarm, grabbing the nearest Foals and clutching them to their bodies, while the other Foals go rigid in shock and fall over or stand perfectly still.
>”Bad Fluffies! Very Bad Fluffies!” You say loudly, snatching the broom off the wall and waving the coarse yellow straw at the Foals in the Poopie Box. “You do not do that! Poopie Box is not Play Box!”
>Slap the straw broom on the ground next to the Poopie Box and scowl at the Foals in it.
>Glare at the Foals who were pulling each other’s tails.
>”And you! You do not hurt other Fluffies! Ever! Bad Fluffies! No Nummies tonight for Bad Fluffies!” You say loudly, and the Mares whine and flutter their wings, but wisely remain silent.
>”Nuuu, wan nummies, hungwy!” A pale Gold Foal demands angrily, puffing his cheeks at you. His mother, an off-white colour, whines unhappily, clutching her nearest Foal tight enough to make it squeak in protest.
>”Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, glaring down at the Foal and slapping the business end of the broom into your hand, the rough bristles rustling ominously with each strike.
>The nearby Foals all flinch and take a step back, but the bold little Foal refuses to back down.
>”Yuu gif! We hungwy! Yuu gif nummies! Or ... or ...” He can’t seem to come up with a decent threat. Closes his eyes and starts to mumble to himself.
>Lean over the wall of the pen and smack him across the backside with the broom. The Foal’s eyes shoot wide open as squeals in alarm and tries to run, but you smack him on the chest, and then the sides, taps really, but the noise of the straw bristles and the ‘weight’ frightens the hell out of the Foal more than causing it pain.
>”You are a Fluffy Alicorn. You never tell a Human what to do, understand?” You ask, removing the broom and glaring down at the sobbing Foal.
>All of his friends and siblings have run away to hide behind the Mares, whom have their wings stretched out, trying to ‘hide’ their Babies.
>”Fwuffie un’nerstand! Nu wan Huwties! Pwease, be guud!” He whines, trying to cover his face with his hooves and his flanks with his wings, and failing miserably at both.
>”Good. Bad Fluffies who don’t behave, don’t get ....”
>SHIT!
>Almost said Bad Fluffies don’t go to good homes!
>”Bad Fluffies don’t get Toys or Food or Nice Things! Bad Fluffies make their Mothers sad!” You finish awkwardly, slapping the broom down in front of the shuddering Foal.
>”Nuuu, nu wan make Mumma sad! Nuuuuuu!” It sobs, shuddering.
>”Good. Go back and apologise to your mother. And No food tonight!” You remind them and stalk out.
>Wait until you shut the door before swearing.
>Came way, way, way too close to letting the cat outta the bag there.
>Dare not ‘reset’ the Mothers until the end of the third week of the Foal’s life, the Foals seem to become gentler in terms of personality the longer they live with their Mothers.
>They can survive after the first week without their mothers, so long as the food is in a liquid or semi-liquid form, but you had to take a week off as ‘sick leave’ the last time the Mares were ‘unable’ to care for their Foals, which really pissed your boss off, to care for that batch of Foals until they were old enough to be taught to feed from the automated dispenser on their own.
>Had a storm in the area, lightning struck the shed, scared the Mares to the point they were willing to strike at anything that came within range.
>Foals were distraught, weren’t old enough understand they couldn’t mob their mothers for comfort when the Mares were in that state. Mares got so panicked in the darkness with the thunder booming right over-head, the air charged with the scent of ozone and then to have small, half-seen shapes grabbing them and squealing, it was no wonder that they rejected the Foals outright.
>Took the Foals and raised them for a few days, slowly reintroduced them to the Mares ... but the Mares never took the same level of care in them that they had before.
>Didn’t think the Foals were ‘theirs’.
>Kept on asking when ‘their’ Foals would be back.
>Sold those Foals at a discount, and for the most part they were well behaved but .... very clingy.
>A couple actually ran away, apparently became incredibly depressed and went looking for their ‘real’ mothers, from the way the owners described the last few days before the Alicorns escaped from their homes.
>Poor bastards probably got torn to shreds by the Feral Fluffy Ponies within a few hours.
>.............................
>Shed 3 .... Mares and Foals are having an afternoon Siesta. Each Alicorn Mare is asleep on her side, with the Foals, almost half the size of the mothers, sleeping side by side, their noses buried in their Mother’s Fluff.
>Mothers have stopped producing milk, and shortly the Foals will be picked up by their new owners. Just another week or so, and they’ll all be gone...so you work as quietly as you can, so the Mares can enjoy being Mothers for just a few more days.
>Really, really hope this time you don’t have to Reset the Alicorn Mares, but you’re also somewhat resigned to the fact that no matter how often you ask, or how well you explain the good homes the Foals are going to, the Mares will still fret and pine and refuse to eat.
>Quietly fill up the Food-Bowls, empty, clean and refill the Water-Bottles, pick up the toys and place them in the corner furthest from the Poopie Box, leave quietly.
>Shed 4 .... Oh God.
>Open the door a crack and peer inside.
>Fluffy Alicorn Mares are watching the television, rigged to play endless loops of every My Little Pony episode off a portable hard-drive, all day every day. Certain episodes don’t make it, naturally, and episodes you think are conductive to Mares thinking being good mothers are fun often get played several times a week.
>Twenty-Two Seasons Worth. Back to back. Show’s not bad and all, but it would drive you absolutely insane after a week, let alone months on end!
>Silver-Gray Mare that gave you some concerns yesterday is laughing, talking, getting nuzzled by her neighbours.
>Ah, thank God, she’s happy, she’s fine, She’s .... clutching that god-damn Rabbit doll.
>..... No. No, it should be fine. All four got 10 seconds of full A/C Current through their noggins, all at once. No way any of them could remember their foals.
>Must have just decided that it was her Favourite Toy.
>Small, snuggleable, cute.
>.......Cross your fingers.
>Open the door and walk in, smiling and waving.
>”Hoomin!” “Waaaah, Hoomin, come pway?” “Hewwo!” “Wook! Angew, Hoomin come to pway!”
>Angel .... wasn’t that Fluttershy’s pet .....
>Oh, yeah, right, Discord turned him into a Troll in Season 8, and he had to go live in the Everfree Forest.
>Whatever.
>Walk over, refill their food bowls, empty and clean the water bottles....surprisingly little poop, but then they’ve probably eaten very little, still suffering some after-effects from being Reset most likely.
>...... Fuck it, why not.
>Go into the back of the shed, open the small bar-fridge and pull out the sweet-corn cobs.
>Normally you save Corn for when they’ve been very good, but fuck it. Why not. Not like it’s damn expensive!
>”Here you go Girls, some Nummies for my Good Fluffy Girls.” You kneel down, peel the husks off the corn and place them in front of the Fluffy Alicorns, who all coo and nibble at the sweet yellow and white nubs of corn.
>Bin full of Fluffy Poop .... will sell that to the local gardening enthusiasts, but for now, time to check on the Side Project.


>Be a Silver-Grey Alicorn Mare.
>Nice Hoomin came and gave you delicious nummies, cleaned up The Floor, called you Good Fluffies.
>You don’t know why, but you feel happy when you see him, but also very, very sad.
>Feel like something very important is missing, but you can’t remember, except if you think about it for too long, you can’t stop crying.
>Hug the Rabbit. It’s a good Friend.
>Eat the Corn. Mmmmmm, delicious Nummies!
>Watch the Magic Flat Pictures .... Silly Ponies! Where is their Fluff? Why don’t they have Wings and Horns like you do?
>That sad feeling starts to prick at your mind again, and you hug the Rabbit.
>You’ve got your friend. You have three more friends. Why do you feel like there’s something .... wrong.
>Like there’s something, somethings are missing?


>”Huggies!” The Powder-Blue Mare giggles as Blackie and Whitey pull her out of the sandy area they use for Not-Pretties, and they cheer and give her big hugs, almost covering her in their Fluff.
>It’s your favourite word in the whole word, and the Nice-Munstas love it too. They are so Nice ... they always happy to play with mares, to fetch things for Mares, to show Mares where things are and give Mares Cuddles and Huggies when they are tired or unsure.
>Your Friend, the Powder-Blue Mare who is becoming a Fluffy Mumma, spends most of her day sleeping on the grass, and the Nice-Munstas bring her food and water when she wants, and roll her to the sandy area when she needs to poop.
>Your other friend, the Pale-Golden Mare, was a bit shy around you, but once you promised that you wouldn’t give her Owies for being Friends with Munstas, if she would promise the same, you spent most of the day playing with her and ‘Scawlet’ and the nice, colourful ball he found for you.
>You like Scawlet. He’s big and red, but he’s nice, not scary at all.
>Bwackie is also very nice, but he and Powder-Blue are Special Friends now, so it’s not good to play with him or ask him for Special Hugs.
>Whitey is also very nice, but he seems to be spending a lot of time waiting for something at the front gate.
>Gow’den is ... silly. Runs, runs, runs all the time, kicks the ball far too hard and runs after it, throws the flat flying toy with his mouth, then runs after it.
>You were having a sleep on the grass, dreaming ... something, when he ran up behind you, chasing after his flat flying toy, then ran over the top of you and gave you Special Hugs!
>You like Special Hugs, but he’s too rough! Special Hugged you across the grass, yelling how much he liked Special Hugs with you the whole way.
>Everyone else was laughing! Not your fault! Couldn’t stand up with him Special Hugging you like that! Could only lie there with your legs sticking out the sides, going “Eeep eeep eeep!” as he went “Eeenf eeenf eeenf!”, his front legs hugging your back and his back legs and your belly slipping and sliding on the grass as he humped away.
>It was so embarrassing!
>Scawlet said you were lucky. Said that Gow’den not know difference between Naughty Place and Poopie Place.
>Very glad he found the right one this time.
>That would have been Very Bad Owies.
>Gow’den ran and ran so much he’s so tired he fell asleep holding his flat flying toy in his mouth....
>Pale-Golden is playing with the Ball with Whitey on the other side of the lawn, while Blackie and Powder-Blue are lying down together a few feet from you and Scawlet, Blackie’s wing lying over Powder-Blue’s back.
>”Yuu wike baybehs?” Powder-Blue is saying, as Blackie nuzzles her neck from the side.
>”Blackie ... nevah see baybehs. Blackie see Mares, see Foals, but never see Baybehs.” He replies, sighing and putting his head down next to Powder-Blue’s. “Blackie see yuur Baybehs?”
>”Yes, siwwy Fwuffy. Dey yuur baybehs too!” Powder-Blue giggles.
>Blackie looks ... stunned. Hugs Powder-Blue and tells her she is a Wonderful Special Friend.
>Scawlet is playing with your tail, flicking it back and forth with his magic, talking about ‘Sweepy-Cwean-Fwuffy-Tails’.
>It’s funny to watch him do that, his face gets all screwed up as he concentrates.
>Wait, your tail is lifting ... ooop!
>He’s looking at your naughty place, at you face, then your naughty place again.
>”Scawlet wan haf Hugs?” You ask softly, feeling a little bit worried, and a little bit excited.
>What if Gow’den and Scawlet start fighting over who should have Special Hugs with you? You don’t want to see Nice-Munstas with Boo-Boo juices!
>Scawlet wasn’t rough the last time you had Special Hugs with him, but he didn’t listen to you then. Just climbed up, grabbed your fluff and started giving you Special Hugs!
>Hoomin told Scawlet to give you Special Hugs, and Scawlet gave you Special Hugs till he had many Good Feels. You were too scared of the Hoomin and the Munsta-Fluffies to do anything more than shake and wait for it to all be over. You had Good Feels, but you were also terrified of the Munstas.
>”If ... Bwown wan?” He offers, wings fluttering on his back.
>”Mmmm ... okay. Yuu is nice to Bwown. Buh ... we go? Too many Fwuffies, nu wan be push’d on gwasses in fwont of Fwiends ‘gain.”
>”Okay! Scawlet know guud pwace! Safe! Dawk! Wamm!” He cheers, standing up and shuffling over to nuzzle the top of your head.
>Get to your hooves and follow Scawlet the Nice-Munsta as he trots over towards the big nice-smelling bush, and smile to yourself.
>Maybe you have Baybehs of your own soon. That would be nice!


>The Herd watches the Evil Hoomin as he stomps his way over the Delicious Grasses, muttering and grinding their teeth in rage and frustration.
>Evil Hoomin protects the Evil Munstas. Gives them to Other Hoomins, who then don’t give food or hugs or warm places to Fluffy Ponies.
>New Fluffies who join the Herd say that Hoomins like Evil Munstas. Say the Evil Munstas play nicely and want to be friends, but Hoomins pay more attention to the Evil Munstas, sometimes Hoomins pay so much attention to Evil Munstas that Fluffy Ponies get ignored, or put Outside in Brown Boxes.
>Smarty Friend, a Big Unicorn called Pokey with an unusually long Horn and covered in scars under his Fluff, throws sparks at the Evil Wire Munsta That Hurts Fluffies, but they do nothing.
>Evil Wire Munsta That Hurts Fluffies makes Smarty Friends Dumb, sometimes makes Fluffy Ponies turn black and make terrible smells.
>Fluffies who touch the Evil Wire Munsta have to be told everything all over again.
>Herd spits, blows raspberries, some even try to spray poop but can’t.
>Herd is barely getting enough food to survive.
>Foals go hungry every other day.
>Stallions have to spend most of the day picking flowers, gathering nuts, stuffing their fluff with grasses and running when Munstas start to come out or Hoomins yell about Fluffies eating their ‘Gaw’dens’.
>Hoomins have so much Grasses, such many flowers, all the Nummies they could ever eat ... why can’t they share a little with the Fluffies? Greedy Hoomins!
>Pokey glares and glares, grinding his teeth, making sparks, but when Fluffies tried to dig, they found there were stones under the fence that Fluffies could not push away or dig through.
>Grasses are so far out of their reach ... right there, just a foot from them, but might as well be on the other side of a Lake.
>Finally, Hoomin goes into his Warm Place, and the Herd whimpers and deflates, their anger giving way to despair and heartbreak.
>If Hoomin comes over, they might be able to bully him into giving them food.
>Food for the Mares, so they can make milk for the Foals and the Baybehs.
>Maybe convince him that Fluffy Ponies are better friends than Evil Munsta Fluffies.
>”Is nu use.” Pokey sobs as the Herd follows him back to the Bushes, where they sleep and wait for the Sun to go down before they go out for Food. “Hoomins ... Hoomins nu wuv us nu moar.”
>”Hoomins are Evil!” A voice yells from the Bushes!
>Oh! It’s two of the Mares who got left behind when the Herd found a way into the Evil Hoomin’s ‘Gaw’den’!
>”Hoomins tell Evil Munstas to gif Special Hugs to Mares!” One of the Mares yells angrily, her face an angry mask. “We ‘scape, buh Bat Fwuffies say dey like Evil Hoomin an’ Evil Munsta Fwuffies! Blue haf Evil Munsta Fwuffie baybehs!”
>Herd gasps and mutters, Fluffy Mummas trying to cover their babies' ears so they don’t hear the terrible news, Stallions and Mares fainting in shock.
>”Is twue?” Pokey asks, looking angry once again. “Den ... yuu haf Evil Munsta Fwuffie Baybehs too?”
>”Nuuuu. We make shuwe dat we nu haf! We is Guud Fwuffies!” The Mares shout, turning around clumsily to present their Naughty Places ... which are bleeding.
>There’s blood on the ground too, and tufts of fluff scattered about.
>”We gif owies to each otha’s tummehs, make Boo-Boo Juices come. Nuuuu Evil Munsta Fwuffy Baybehs!”
>”Is Guud.” Pokey grunts as the members of the Herd not fainted on the ground or trying to comfort their Foals shuffle forwards and sniff the bleeding rumps of the mares. “Nu haf gif yuu Biggest Owies den. Buh how you get owt of Gaw’den?”
>”Hoomin wift us ovah in Meanie Boxes!” One of the Mares says, then yelps as one of the Herd sniffs her Naughty Place and declares it ‘cwean of Munsta smells now’.
>”Nu guud fo’ Hewd den ... but maybe we get Otha Hoomins to wift us ova de fence.” The Large Unicorn mumbles, rubbing his chin with a hoof. “Pokey tink on dis. Yuu aww haf Huggies and Sleepies in Bushes, Pokey mus’ tink.”
>So the Herd goes back into the Bushes, praising the two Mares for being so brave, and spitting at the very mention of the other three.
>Evil, stupid Fluffy Mares!
>Evil Munsta Fluffies, trying to give Special Hugs to Good Mares!
>Pokey waits until his Herd is settled down before sitting himself at the entrance, and gazing over at the Fence, and the Evil Wire Munsta That Hurts Fluffies.
>Watching.
>Waiting.
>It not be long till the Sun goes down, and he must watch the Evil Wire Munsta and see if there is anything it does that he can use against it.
>Hears the Mares talking about getting Special Hugs from the Evil Munsta Fluffies.
>Makes you feel all strange inside. But those are your mares! Only Your Herd can have Special Hugs with them!
>Will haf to give them Biggest Owies.
>Must be Mares there, there are sometimes Large, Ugly, winged-and-horned Fluffy Munstas on the grasses that act cute so Hoomins take them home and love them. Fluffy Ponies are not bad, just Hoomins are Stupid and don’t know that Fluffy Ponies love them the best.
>....You’ll show the Evil Munsta Fluffies. Kill their Stallions, tear the horns off their Foals so they look like Good Fluffies, and give Special Hugs to the Mares so they have Good Baybehs.
>....................
>You feel very warm as you think about the Herd’s Stallions pinning down an Evil Munsta Fluffy Mare so you can mount her. So big, so soft, with such nice wings and such a long horn .... a long horn like yours.
>Feel the scars where your wings itch from sweat and mosquito-bites, and the frustration wells up inside you that your Meanie Hoomin got tired of you asking for ‘Mumma’ and pulled your wings off when you refused to stop asking for her.
>Fluffy Ponies that lived nearby called you a Munsta, blamed you and all your kind for making them look stupid and clumsy in front of the Hoomins, chased you away from the house of the Meanie Hoomin and his Louder, Angrier Hoomin Parents, who were yelling bad words at the Meanie Hoomin.
>Saying he was going to ‘coun-sew-wewing’.
>Good. Hope ‘Coun-sew-wewing’ is as painful and scary as having your Wings torn off! Maybe more so!
>Bastard!
>Fluffy Ponies gave you many more Owies, till under your fluff, you were covered in bites and scars. The more you ran, the more Fluffy Ponies found you and gave you owies, till you ran away and followed the Long Big Black Thing, asking Hoomins where ‘Fwuffies wit’ Wingies and Howns be? Am wost, wan go home.”, and they told you to follow the Long Big Black Thing and taught you how to understand what some of the pictures on the signs meant.
>Walked for days and days, till you found Home again, but Evil Hoomin not recognise you. Called you a ‘Fluffy Pony’. Said he didn’t want you to hurt his Fluffy Alicorns, didn’t want you to steal his food!
>Decided you were a Fluffy Pony after that. If you not be wanted as a Fluffy Alicorn, then you be a Fluffy Pony. Herds amazed to find a Unicorn so big and strong, but because you didn’t have your wingies anymore, they never realised. Saw all the other scars, and thought you must have fought lots of Munstas and other Fluffies.
>Old Smarty Friend of this Herd was small, weak but Tricky. Kept on ordering Fluffies to bite the Evil Wire Munsta, especially Fluffy Ponies who argued with him or were well-liked, kept on eating the best nummies himself and sharing none with the other Fluffies. You challenged him for leadership of the Herd, knocked him down with ease and held him down till he stopped moving, told Herd that you were now the Leader. They would follow you, and do as you say.
>Could go into the Bushes and ask a Mare to help you with your Naughty Place, but its fine, you can wait.
>You can wait.
>You be home soon.
>Wonder if your Mumma is there.
>Bad Alicorns who kick you and say you not their Baybeh might be there. Bad Alicorn Mares who made you cry, didn’t hug you, didn’t play with you .... they must have driven your Mother away!
>Give them Owies with the Stallions, and learn where your Mother is, and find her again!