Sins of the mother

Saint Ragnarok Sun 10 Jun 2012 07:26:34 No.2472168 | /mlp/
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>Come home after overtime at work
>It's the next day
>You work at night
>Your border collie, Cassie, is sitting inside barking at the backdoor
>Weird, there's no one there you can see
>Not much bothers Cassie. She's usually pretty mellow
>Something has to be wrong
>You bend down and pat her head
>"What's wrong girl?"
>She whimpers and paws at you
>You open the door
>what could possibly be wron--oh.
>Inside your backyard are about 15-20 fluffies, mostly mares
>Most herds are usually mixed or predominantly male
>This is new...
>The smell of urine and feces immediately bombards your senses
>You swear you can almost taste it
>The fluffies immediately stop their happy babbling and playing and stare at you
>They quickly form a defensive circle around one white pregnant unicorn with a golden mane
>She puffs up her cheeks
>"Hooman munsta weaf! Dis fwuffy howse now!"
>It's laughable at the most
>"Is that so you little runt?"
>"Smawty fwend no 'wunt'. Munsta wunt!"
>The other fluffies cheer and echo her lame retort
>You stomp your foot which stops the others dead in their tracks
>The "Smarty Friend" stands her ground
>"All right I've had an extremely hard time at work and I'm not in the best of moods. However, I'll give you one minute to leave my home. If you aren't gone by then...Well, then we'll see."

>Some of the more submissive fluffies hold their heads down and begin to shuffle out
>The smarty friend glares at them and points a hoof towards the herd
>They shuffle back
>One minute passes.
>"Well, you minute is up. What's it gonna be, buddy?"
>"Dis Fwuffy hows now. Munsta weave!"
>The fluffies cheer
>"Yeah, munsta leave! fwuffy takes hows!"
>DO HO HO...I don't think so
>You open the door and cassie runs out
>The fluffies scream, leaving the pregnant smarty behind
>They run through the gap in the fence
>"NO LEAF SMAWTY! WHEWE HEWD?"
>You grab her by the scruff of her neck.
>"WET FWUFFY DOWN, DIS FWUFFY HOWSE!"
>you know that if you let her go her herd would find her again and she'd just return.
>You could leave her in the street but that'd be cruel
>You see the shed and throw her in and lock the door
>"WET FWUFFY GO! WHY DARK?"

> The fluffy has been in the shed for about a week now
>You feed her cassie's dog chow
>It can't be too different from fluffy chow.
>even if it is, who gives a damn
>Moaning and groaning comes from the shed.
>It's time.
>You open the shed door and watch as she gives birth to three foals.
>two unicorn colts and an earth filly
>This gives you an idea
>You wait until night.
>As you slip into the shed, you see the foals slumbering within the mothers fluff
>You gently slide them out and bring them into the home
>The next morning you her cries
>"Whewe babbehs? Nee' gif babbeh nummies!"
>You open the door
>"whewe babbehs, dum meanie munsta?!?"
>"Oh they're safe"
>"Gif babbehs back to smawty fwuffy!"
>"You promise to not come back?"
>"NU! Smawty Get hewd, come back and take munsta house!"
>"Wrong answer."

> the next few weeks, you raise the foals with the utmost care.
>Much as you expected, when fluffies open their eyes, they imprint on the first living thing they see
>It's taken some doing but cassie has been trained not to mess with the foals
>She even carries them on her back
>The foals lovingly call her "Big fluffy"
>pretty damn cute
>You go back to the shed.
>"Whewe babbehs munsta?"
>"I'll give them back if you promise not come back to my house or this neighbor hood again."
>"Smawty fwuffy no pwomise! Come back wiff bigga' hewd! Take munsta howse!"
>"Have it your way."
>Pretty soon the foals begin to ask why they have a daddy and no mama and why daddy isn't fluffy like them
>"Your mommy told me you were bad fluffies. She told me she never wanted to see you. So I raised you"
>"mama fwuffy no wike babbeh fwuffies? babbeh hate mama! wan gif her owwies"
>everything is going according to plan.

>You let the babies outside.
>They babble happily as they push around one of cassie's tennis balls
>You walk up to the shed and open the door
>"Munsta gif babbehs back!"
>"They're right there, have a blast"
>Her eyes sparkle as she dashes out of the shit and piss stained shed
>"Babbehs! It mama smawty!"
>The babbehs look in horror as the dirty fluffy barrels towards them
>"Nuuuu! Help babbehs! munsta scawy!"
>"Fwuffy not munsta. fwuffy is babbehs mama!"
>"Not mama!" the foals say.
>"Bad fwuffy hate babbehs! Babbehs hate mama fwuffy!"
> One of the foals walks up to her lifts her and pees in the mother's direction
>Oh god lol
>She walks up to try to give them a hug but they scream and run away
>They hide behind cassie who bears her teeth and snarls at the smarty friend.
>The fluffy mother begins to cry
> "Babbehs hate mama! Waaaah! Why hate fwuffy?"
>You walk up to her.
>Leave. Now.
>She hold her head down in sadness in tears as she slips between the gap in the fence
>Won't have to worry about her anymore
>Suddenly you hear a siren followed by by a scream
>Los Angeles County Fire Engine 107 leaves a corpse in it's wake.
>Oh...that's um...unforunate.
>The next day you sell the foals for a good amount of money which you use to buy better fencing
>Great success