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- >Your unicorn fluffy pony is pregnant.
- >The father was a feral earth pony.
- >The typical litter is three to five fluffy ponies.
- >You believe you could stand to have two more.
- >You take every precaution to make sure your fluffy pony is not a victim of the dreaded fluffsplosion.
- >You buy five copies of the Sunday paper, a paint bucket, and a very large bottle of whiskey.
- >On the night you believe she will have her children, you lay out paper on your kitchen floor.
- >You fill up the paint bucket with water.
- >You cook your fluffy pony a plate of spaghetti that you hide in the refrigerator.
- >You gently carry the very pregnant fluffy pony to the kitchen.
- >Your apartment only has a shower and if it were big enough you would have done this process there.
- >You set her down so that she is looking out of the kitchen and not towards the bucket.
- >You then get very, very drunk.
- >It doesn’t help that your fluffy pony has a vague idea that it is an expecting mother.
- >Just as you’re about to finish off the bottle, it begins.
- >”Uh-oh! Hafta poopies! Can’ get to wita box!”
- >She squeaks as she tries to hold it in.
- >You spring from your seat and take out the bowl of spaghetti from the refrigerator and immediately set it down in front of her.
- >”Sketties!” she exclaims.
- >Although it is impossible for her to move in her current state, she still tries to crawl toward the food, which is out of reach.
- >Sparks shoot from her horn as she manages to levitate one noodle a fraction of an inch.
- >While she does this, the first child pops out.
- >You forgot to put on gloves, but it’s too late for that now.
- >You quickly sex the defenseless baby.
- >It’s a male Pegasus.
- >Fluffies are an incestuous lot.
- >You can only put up with two more.
- >Before the fluffy pony can squeak, you drop it into the bucket of water where it drowns.
- >Monster.
- >Killer.
- >It’s better than releasing it into the wild or giving it up for adoption.
- >”Wan sketty!” your fluffy pony exclaims as she continues to try and move even though she is completely flat on her belly.
- >The second baby pops out.
- >A male earth pony.
- >In the bucket he goes.
- >Morality hits you as you imagine them drowning.
- >Perhaps this is a bad idea.
- >Then again, maybe it is not.
- >If you give the extra fluffy ponies up for adoption, the people who claim them might do worse things to them than what you are doing to yours.
- >”Tummy huwt,” she groans, giving up on her midnight snack.
- >She mewls a little as the third pony shoots out.
- >You’re going to need a new pair of jeans after this.
- >The newborn is another male earth pony.
- >Maybe this male earth pony will cause another owner to do this exact same thing if it survives long enough in the wild.
- >You almost vomit as you toss it into the bucket, but not before it squeaks.
- >”Wat dat? Dat baybeh?”
- >She tries to turn around, but it’s no use.
- >The fourth and fifth ponies squirt out together.
- >One male Pegasus.
- >One male earth pony.
- >Splish splash they be takin’ a bath.
- >”Baybeh?” she asks, still trying to turn.
- >Five male ponies.
- >What were the odds?
- >Well, your luck has always been pretty poor anyway.
- >”Just. . .just hold still, okay?” you say to your fluffy pony, swallowing hard.
- >You don’t know how you’re going to explain this to her.
- >You might have to reset her memory, which seems just about as kind as what you have just done.
- >You’ll bury the dead babies in the backyard after you finish off that bottle.
- >”Wan see baybeh! Momma fwuff wan see baybeh!”
- >You pass out.
- >Several hours later, you wake up covered in what you wish was spaghetti.
- >Your fluffy pony is on her side.
- >Something is pressing into her stomach.
- >Your mouth is incredibly dry and your head hurts worse than it ever has before.
- >Thankfully, your fluffy pony is fast asleep while its baby nurses.
- >You pick up the hairless fluffy pony, which rouses the mother.
- >It’s a unicorn.
- >You flip it over.
- >A girl.
- >”Dat mah baybeh!” your fluffy unicorn, who trusts you completely, proudly declares. “Pwease no huwt baybeh.”
- >You grin and put the eyeless turd on the ground where it searches blindly for its mother’s nipple for a moment before it finally finds it.
- >”Yay, baybeh no huwt!” she exclaims because she’s always excited about something.
- >You carefully stand up and then vomit into the sink, glad that the nightmare is finally over.
- >But the memory sticks with you for the rest of your life.
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