Initiation

>you are a freshman starting college at a renowned party school
>as such you've applied to join a fraternity
>but not just any fraternity
>this is Delta Sigma Phi, a legend among frats
>every frat is known for insane parties
>what sets this one apart is the initiation
>one evening, you, six other initiates, and a senior member meet at the house
>the senior member explains how injuries in past initiations have caused issues for the fraternity
>ambulances being called and near fatalities have put them on the brink of removal
>he assures you all that changes have been made to ensure the safety of your initiation
>he collects the entry fee, and shortly after wheels in a cart with a blanket on top
>each of you anxiously stare at the blanketed cart, wondering what could be underneath
>the member, sensing this, grins and pulls off the blanket revealing a very pregnant fluffy mare strapped to the cart around her stomach
>she was somehow sleeping before but quickly wakes
>"all of you have been gathered here today to be accepted into our honored brotherhood, to do so, you must first however pass the test of initiation." the brother says in the most solemn voice he can muster
>"what happenin? why tuwn on wight?" says the mare, in a confused voice
>without warning the brother grabs the strap around the mothers stomach and begins to tighten it
>the mare screams in pain before the brother realizes he was unprepared for this, and quickly gags her with a more than ample amount of duct tape.
>with the mare still sobbing and moaning, he continues to tighten the strap.
>each of you glances at each other with worried looks
>you weren't sure what you were getting into when you applied, and you're not liking what you see
>as the strap closes tighter, she begins to bulge and squirm more than before
>with seemingly no warning, a fluffy foal pops out
>you and the rest of the initiates almost gag at the sight
>the brother laughs as your squeamishness
>he continues on with the mare jerking more and more as eventually 5 more foals are born
>the brother keeps at the strap but eventually calls it quits
>he instructs each of us to pick a foal
>the others are quicker on the uptake due to your reluctance, and you are left without one
>still connected to their mother, the brother lets a few minutes pass as he returns with a bin
>finally he tells us what our initiation will be
>hold it up to her face, and SQUEEZE
>the mare hears this and begins to thrash around violently, nearly tipping the topheavy cart over
>one stands up without hesitation, holds the foal over the mothers face, and squeezes his fist shut
>a multitude of crunches as well as those more fitting of a ripe tomato being crushed bring a silence into the room afterwards
>blood and partial organs fall down onto the mares face, as even she makes not a sound
>this cannot actually be happening
>yet through coaxing or taunting from the elder brother and the newly initiated one, the other five all continue
>some are more remorseful than others, even whispering an apology to the mother before performing the act
>others even laugh
>eventually when all is said and done 6 are initiated and you are left with little idea of what is to happen
>before you are about to slip out as unnoticed as feasibly possible, the mare begins to jerk as before
>oh god no
>as much as you wish against it, one last foal falls out of her nearly catatonic mother
>this is met with elation by the brothers
>the elder instructs you to pick it up and do as the others have
>not that you had forgotten so easily
>with a paper tower, you pick up the foal and partially clean it off
>as you do, it catches your eyes
>apparently baby fluffies can open their eyes this soon out of the womb
>it gives a blank stare for a long time, rightfully confused with the newly altered state of it's own universe
>even after the witnessing of the terrible events that have happened you can't help but smile
>the fluffy smiles back at you
>FUCK
>an organism just became conscious in your hand and what does it do as it's first action?
>it fucking smiles at you
>you can't do it
>you seriously can't do it
>you PHYSICALLY can't do it
>quickly you pull out the miniature leatherman your dad got you for your 18th birthday and cut the cord still attached to the mother
>you run, ignoring the copious amount of vulgarities being thrown your way
>you get back to your dorm, find an old shoebox, and put the newborn in it
>you google what fluffy foals can eat, and figure out that it's an all milk diet
>you pour some for the foal from your fridge, it understands the idea of drinking from a bowl without any instruction
>you never really came into contact with fluffies from your hometown so you are somewhat amazed by their instinctual ability to understand even a simple concept like drinking
>slowly your thoughts drift to the mother
>you leave the newborn in it's box sleeping, making sure to remove the bowl first
>you return to the frat house sheepishly
>as you approach the door you hear the sound of sobbing around the back of the house
>the sound is coming from the dumpster
>you prepare yourself for what you know is coming
>the mother is lying there covered with the corpses of her lost foals
>jesus.
>you lift her out though she struggles
>"mumma is bad mumma, mumma let babbehs die, mumma no wan live!"
>you tell her that one of her foals is still alive
>she stays adamant in her choice
>regardless you carry the squirming muffled fluffy pony back to your dorm
>you set her on the ground on a pile of newspaper
>she simply falls over, with no will to live
>you take the only surviving foal of the litter from her box and place it in front of the mother
>you wait
>the foal speaks its first words
>"mummah?"
>the mare's ears perk up, though the rest of her body remains motionless
>"mummah? mummah!" she repeats
>finally the mare replies, "babbeh?"
>It's less than heartwarming but in comparison to the days events, it's a sight for sore eyes
>"mummah wan huggies?" inquires the foal, and without a response, latches on to one of her legs
>this finally snaps the mare out of it, as she engulfs the foal in her fluff
>"mumma wub you babbeh, mumma nevah let nothin bad happen again"
>aww thats... thats pretty nice
>you know you can't keep them on campus
>you let them stay the night
>you wake them before dawn and get them into your car and drive 30 miles to the nearest national park
>according to google it had the least predators and most edible vegetation for them
>but you can never be sure, as you know
>all you know, is that you gave them a chance
>their lives may be fraught with misery from here on out, and they may die as soon as tomorrow
>but you gave them a chance, which is the best any fluffy pony can hope for in this world.