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- >You are a pregnant fluffy pegasus.
- >Very pregnant. You're so big you can't use your leggies.
- >This doesn't worry you, though.
- >A nice human always comes in and checks on you.
- >He helps you make good poopies and get nummies and water.
- >He even brought over your favorite soft toy to hug.
- >You love him very much.
- >From him, you learn there are babies waiting to come out.
- >You're incredibly excited and can't wait to see them.
- >You feel a little tired, so you lie in the big soft bed and rest.
- >Owwies. Owwies!
- >There's suddenly a lot of pain from between your back leggies.
- >It's like nothing you've felt before, and it scares you a little.
- >You quickly realize that your babies want out.
- “Babehs comin'! Pwease hewp mumma!”
- >The nice human usually comes when you talk loudly.
- >Not this time. You're on your own.
- >You concentrate hard on the owwies.
- >You feel yourself pushing somehow inside, even though you're not telling yourself to.
- >Something wet and hot and solid comes out of your special place.
- >You hear a squeaky chirpy noise.
- >Baby! It's a baby!
- “Mumma hewe, come hewe babeh!”
- >You're still too big to turn around, and the owwies aren't going away.
- >Another wet, hot thing falls out of you and starts crying.
- “Babehs! No cwy babehs! Mumma hewe!”
- >Two more babies come out before you've returned to your normal size.
- >You scoot around to them. They start to hug your orange fluff.
- >They don't look pretty. They're covered in boo-boo juice and yucky stuff.
- >Boo-boo juice and some yucky thing are on your pretty blanket.
- >You hope the nice human won't be mad.
- >The foals chirp quietly, searching and squirming in your tummy fluff.
- >They want milk, but you have things you're supposed to do first.
- >You gently grab a foal and hug it to you.
- “Make babeh wook pwetty.”
- >You clean the foal with your tongue. It tastes awful, but you have to do this.
- >When you're done, you have a small, pale yellow wingie baby in your forelegs.
- >It smells very pretty.
- “You good babeh.”
- >It chirps a little in response to your voice.
- >You open your mouth and carefully put its head between your teeth.
- >You bite down. It squeaks very loudly, causing the other foals to make fearful noises.
- >It wiggles around as you bite down harder, thwacking your face lightly with its tiny forelegs.
- >Once you feel it stop moving, you take it out and put it aside.
- “No cwy, babehs. Mumma make you wook pwetty too.”
- >Their terrified squeaks seem to become a little more relaxed when you talk to them.
- >You hug and clean the next baby, a bright blue foal with a nub on its head.
- >It still chirps anxiously, but your embrace makes it feel safer.
- >Once it's clean, you chomp on its head, too.
- >You feel pee come out of it as it cries and thrashes, but you don't pay it any attention.
- >Your mouth has boo-boo juice in it. It doesn't taste pretty.
- >You've got to keep going, though.
- >The next foal squeaks as loud as it can while you clean it.
- >It was hearing three siblings before, but now it only hears one.
- >Despite being barely an hour old, instinct tells it something is wrong.
- >You gently lick clean its purple fluff. It has no wingies or head nub.
- “Babeh cwean now.”
- >It squeaks, waving its legs around as you pop its head into your mouth and bite.
- >It wiggles frantically, peeing itself with the pain.
- >Once it falls still, you place it with the other two foals.
- >One more baby to clean.
- >The slimy red wingie baby is wriggling around in your fluff, chirping desperately in an attempt to contact its siblings.
- >When they don't chirp back, and you don't talk, it pees itself in fright and squeaks very loudly.
- “No cwy babeh. Mumma cwean you now.”
- >It immediately starts crawling toward the sound of your voice, chirping at you to give it care.
- >You respond to its cries, cuddling it softly while you clean it off.
- >By the time you're done with it, its terrified chirps have become rhythmic, quiet squeaks.
- >You place the whole foal in your mouth by accident.
- >You have to chew on it for a while, like you do the grass nummies you get sometimes.
- >You can hear its muffled squeaks of pain.
- >You detect its nubby wings buzz against the sides of your mouth.
- >You even feel it buck at your teeth with its little back legs.
- >The foal pees in your mouth as you continue chewing.
- >Doesn't taste pretty at all, but you're doing what you must.
- >Once it becomes still, you spit it out.
- >It's a bloody, saliva-covered, mangled mess.
- >You are filled with a great sense of satisfaction.
- >You are a good fluffy. The dead babies prove it.
- >You feel so happy as water begins to leak from your eyes.
- ------
- >You've been watching this whole scene play out through the one-way mirror.
- >The research department wanted to see if reset reprogramming could completely override instinct.
- >Since the most instinct any fluffy feels is when a mother is cleaning her newborn foals, they tailored the suggestion to trigger then.
- >They will be pleased. She followed it to the letter.
- >It's only the first test run, but it was a total success.
- >You set the clipboard aside and enter the test room.
- >She waddles slowly over to you, still bleeding a bit and in obvious pain.
- >She's got a huge smile on her face.
- >The kind a fluffy gets when they know they've been good and done what they were supposed to.
- >”Wendee good fwuffy! Wendee kiww good babehs!”
- >You look behind her at the four dead foals, lumped into a bloody little pile.
- “Yes Wendy, you're a good fluffy.”
- >Her smile gets even wider as you confirm her success.
- >”Wendee good fwuffy! Wendee good fwuffy!”
- >She's very happy.
- >And yet, tears are streaming down her face.
- >Looks like the suggestion couldn't completely erase the emotional realization of the deed.
- >Better go make a note of that on the papers.
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