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- >It's been over two weeks since Sunflower killed her white foal.
- >Despite being mated with Willow each day, she has failed to conceive.
- >It's like she's denying pregnancy through sheer force of will.
- >The only words that come out of her mouth are “No wan' babehs.”
- >Sarah is growing annoyed with her failure to get pregnant.
- >You've been trying a different tactic the past few days.
- >Since two of the fuck pillows died, you've moved Willow and Sunflower into their former cage.
- >Now he gets to mate with her at will, a process you've encouraged with a small dose of pheromone spray.
- >You hear a steady stream of 'eenf' from that part of the basement.
- >You have to remind Willow to take it easy or he'll hurt himself.
- >He, of course, doesn't listen.
- >”Wuv giwlfwiend Sunfwowa, gif huggies aww time!” he'll say.
- >He thinks they're a couple because you've put them together.
- >Oh well, if it'll help ensure she gets boned constantly, so be it.
- >Four days after you put them together, Sunflower looks very lethargic.
- “What's wrong, Sunflower? Are you sick?”
- >She barely looks up at you. “Sunfwowa get funny feew in tummy...”
- >This is another part of the job that the fluffies themselves help with.
- >Somehow, the mares know when they've conceived successfully.
- >This is the 'funny feel'. They never try to hide it from anyone.
- >In fact, they usually tell everyone within earshot. It makes record keeping very easy.
- >”Sunfwowa haf mo' babehs? No wan'! Jus' gon' take babehs 'way!”
- >Great, she's entered that transitional phase.
- >The newer dams are all very happy to get foals, at first.
- >After a few litters, though, they realize pregnancy just leads to loss.
- >Some of the dams actually manage to accept this naturally.
- >The dams that don't get hit with the stun gun.
- >The resets don't always stick, but they're enough for some of the dams.
- >As reset-resistant dams get impregnated and birth more foals that are taken away, they become increasingly bitter until they finally break.
- >This is the fuck pillow path, and Sunflower is on it. She's already had a failed reset.
- >You mark down the date of her conception in her paperwork and remove Willow from the cage.
- >”Wha? Gif back to giwlfwiend! Wiwwow wan' stay wif giwlfwiend!” he whines.
- >He forgets her when you give him a cookie.
- >Sunflower is left in her cage alone now. You replace her yellow sticker with a red one.
- >Now all you can do is wait.
- >Because fluffy genetics are so heavily manipulated, development occurs fast.
- >For the first seven days, Sunflower is regularly sized, but very sluggish.
- >”Back weggies feew funny!” she complains constantly.
- >Her teats are beginning to load up with milk, causing her to feel strange.
- >By the eighth day, the rest of her abdomen is beginning to swell.
- >”Sunfwowa feew funny! Weggies no wowk wight!” she whines.
- >At this point, you move her down to basement two for the duration of her pregnancy.
- >Usually, by the end of the second week the dam is as big as she's going to get.
- >The next week or so is spent preparing her body for fluffsplosion – a process defeated by ingestion of their sodium hydroxide-laden food.
- >Dams with small litters have shorter gestation periods, because less time is spent developing their foals than preparing their bodies to explode.
- >Sarah hasn't yet found a way to force early labor besides hurting or stressing the dams.
- >That isn't very efficient, since it produces a large percentage of stillborn or injured foals.
- >And even more dead dams.
- >On day fourteen, you are surprised to hear Sunflower crying in her cage, wobbling around uselessly on her side.
- >She hasn't gotten very big, just large enough to lose the use of her legs.
- >”Feew big poopies! Babehs? No wan' babehs, babehs jus' go 'way! No wan'!”
- >If she's ready this fast, she either has a very small litter or a lot of stillborn foals.
- >You send Steve up to get Sarah, since she wanted to witness the birth.
- >She arrives just as you set Sunflower on the table.
- >”About fucking time,” she grumbles, walking over to stand beside you.
- “Don't get too excited, it's only been two weeks.”
- >Sarah folds her arms and glares down at the shivering yellow dam.
- >”I better not get dead foals, Sunflower.”
- >”Sunfwowa no wan' babehs...”
- >You begin assisting with the birth.
- >Since Sunflower is unusually small, you gently feel her stomach to ensure there's actual pressure.
- >Her skin isn't completely taut, but her belly pushes back against your fingers.
- >”Big poopies!” she whines as you check.
- “She's ready. Don't know what we're going to get, but it's something.”
- >”Whatever it is, it better be alive.”
- >The labor starts. Sunflower's legs run through the air as she cries.
- >”Big poopies! No wan'! No wan'!”
- >You squeeze her gently. A bloody foal plops out onto the table.
- >It is quiet.
- >”Oh, for fuck's sake,” Sarah grumbles.
- >”B-babeh come out? Whewe babeh?”
- >You pick up the foal. It's breathing.
- “This one's not dead. Sunflower, clean it off.”
- >She complains again, but does as told, licking the blood and slime from its face.
- >With a tiny gasp, it begins to chirp.
- >”Babeh! Mumma hewe!”
- >As the blood is cleaned away, white fuzz becomes visible.
- >Sarah just smiles. You begin squeezing again.
- >”Owwies, no huwt!”
- “Sorry.”
- >A second slimy red foal pops out onto the table. This one begins squeaking immediately.
- >”Heaw babeh! Come to mumma, babeh!”
- >Everything else that emerges is afterbirth. She's done.
- >”Uh, is this usually so bloody?”
- >You shrug at Sarah while you give Sunflower her second foal.
- “Depends on the dam. She would tell me if she were really hurting.”
- >Sunflower continues to lick her foals clean. They are both white.
- >She growls angrily when you pick them up to sex and type them.
- >”Gif back! Gif owwies to Mista if no gif back babehs!”
- >Sarah thwacks her on the nose, stopping her protest in its tracks.
- >”Shut up, Sunflower. What have we got?”
- “One female white pegasus and one male white earth fluffy.”
- >”No take babehs, pwease no take, pwease wet haf babehs, wan' wuv...”
- >”Are they healthy?”
- “Yeah, she wouldn't have cleaned them if they were rejects.”
- >Surprisingly, Sarah pets Sunflower on the head.
- >”Well, you're out of the doghouse now.”
- >”Wha? No am doggy, am Sunfwowa...”
- >She rolls her eyes. You move to put the foals into their respective pens.
- >The bitching begins anew. “No take babehs! Gif owwies to meanie Mista!”
- >She looks like a smarty friend with her cheeks puffed and glaring eyes.
- >”Wait a second.”
- >You look up at Sarah. She motions you back to the table and takes the squeaking pegasus from your hand.
- >It tries to suckle on her black fingernails while she shows it to Sunflower.
- >”Now we're even.”
- >”Pwease no take babehs!”
- >”I'm not.”
- >You blink at Sarah as she takes the white earth foal away, and sets both of them next to Sunflower's stomach.
- >”You take good care of these foals, Sunflower.”
- >”Sunfwowa...Sunfwowa haf babehs? Wet haf babehs?”
- >She can't believe it, and neither can you.
- >”Yep. You gave me what I wanted, and now I'm going to give you what you wanted.”
- >Sarah leans down until her face is close to Sunflower's.
- >”But if you try to kill your foals again, I will break every bone in your fluffy little body, got it?”
- >She panics a little. ”No wan' huwt! Sunfwowa good mumma! Wuv aww babehs! Wuv babehs!”
- >”Good girl.”
- >Sarah departs. You take Sunflower and her foals to the empty cage in basement one, to avoid harassment by the more jealous dams below.
- >Once you're done setting them up, you take your lunch break and go topside.
- >You catch Sarah in the storage room, making notes about how much food is left.
- “Hey, why'd you let her keep them?”
- >She looks back at you with a grin.
- >”I've heard white fluff is a recessive trait. Once her kids get older, we're gonna find out.”
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