Crazy Candy - 1

deathproofpony, October 17, 2012; 01:24 / FB 5933
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>be a fluffy mumma
>be the best fluffy mumma in the world
>whatever a world is
>you're a pretty pink unicorn with a white mane and tail
>your name is candy... or at least that's what daddy used to call you
>then you decided to go outside without permission. THEN you decided to go make special friends with the handsome colt up the street
>daddy was mad but he took you back in
>then you had babies... daddy wanted to help you with the babies but you didn't need help!
>you... sort of... accidentally... bit him
>that made daddy REALLY mad
>he hit you a few times and took your babies away and said you were a bad mommy
>it wasn't fair! you were protecting them! loving them!
>daddy said it didn't matter - he loved them too and wasn't going to hurt them, but you were selfish
>you cried a whole lot
>then daddy took you to the nice doctor man and you went to sleep for a while
>when you woke up you heard daddy say you were fixed... but you weren't broken! silly daddy.
>he said your babies went to good homes but YOUR home is the best!
>then your special friend dug under daddy's fence to play in the back yard and give you special huggies again
>but this time daddy saw him and hit him really hard with a stick, over and over
>you decided it was time to leave... you didn't need daddy and his dummy rules
>when he was putting your special friend in the trashy can, you slipped under the fence and left
>okay... maybe that part was a mistake
>as it turns out... spaghetti doesn't grow on trees
>it doesn't even grow on the ground
>you found out quickly that nummies are hard to come by when you're on your own
>no warm home... no blankie... no toys...
>you cry sometimes and wish you never left
>nothing you can do about it now... you don't know how to get back to daddy's house
>but that's okay
>you've dug a nice little hole for yourself. it's snug and warm
>you lined the floor with soft leaves and moss and some blankies you took from other mommies and daddies
>you you live under a big bush next to an old daddy's house
>he doesn't come outside very much. when he does, he moves very slowly
>sometimes a younger daddy comes and takes away the big grassies. that's okay with you because the short grassies are more tender
>but the monster he uses to eat the grassies scares the crap out of you
>fortunately he doesn't come over much
>you're so lonely though
>you need BABIES!
>THAT'LL fix everything!
>for the next couple of days you look around the neighborhood... finally you spot a nice-looking stallion
>you invite him to come over and give you special hugs. he's more than happy to do so
>"enf enf enf" "dat feewl nise... do dat..."
>finally, the stallion collapses on top of you
>"haff babehs naow! wet spawky wive in buwwow?"
>no way... you don't need a hubby. you don't want to share your burrow
>"nuu! jus wan babehs... nu wan dada."
>"buh... buh... spawky WAN be dada! be GUD dada!"
>"spawky dummy fwuffy... onwy candy is gud fo babeh fwuffies."
>his bottom lip quivers and he silently walks away, crying softly to himself
>dummy fluffy. who needs help taking care of babies? certainly not you.
>you wait. and wait. and wait.
>something isn't right... it didn't take this long to get babies last time, did it?
>just in case... you find a fluffy a couple of houses down
>you dig a small hole under his mommy and daddy's fence
>like Sparky, this stallion is more than happy to give you special hugs
>"mah name ebny! wuv special huggies! enf enf enf..."
>you wait patiently until the black stallion is done.
>"yu wan wive wiff ebny an mommy an daddy? haff gud nummies!"
>"nuu, dummy fwuffy! candy nu need anyone!"
>okay... that was a lie... you REALLY miss spaghetti
>but what if Ebony's mommy and daddy took your foals away again?
>NO. not going to happen. you will raise them your way
>so you wait. and wait. and wait
>WHAT THE POOPIES. WHERE'S THE BABIES!?
>you're getting mad now. it's not fair. you're the best mumma ever. no other mares deserve foals...
>they don't deserve them.
>so you're going to take them away.
>you know there's a big green place not far from where you live
>small herds of fluffies live there. you saw them once when daddy took you there to play
>herds have mummas
>mummas have babies
>what could possibly go wrong?
>that night you sneak down to the big green
>it stretches as far as you can see... some parts with just grassies, some with many trees
>there are human buildings, too... daddy said some of them are pah-vill-yuns.
>he said another one was a rest room. so humans can sit and rest, you suppose
>you start with the human buildings. on the third pah-vill-yun you get lucky
>a small fluff pile of... of...
>one two three four five...
>more than five ponies
>whatever that is
>yes! there's a fluffy mumma with two babies buried in her fluff
>you need to be quiet... careful...
>you silently waddle over and grab a foal by the back of its neck
>you pull on the loose skin a little tighter than usual to make sure its chirps can't be heard
>then you run. as quickly as you can.
>you find one of those things humans call "bocks".
>it's a small one, but big enough for a couple of foals
>you drop the squeaking baby in the bocks
>"mumma be back soon! nu cwy babeh!"
>hurry back to the pah-vill-yun. grab the other foal
>put it in the box, too
>then you slowly drag the box back to your bush
>deposit the crying, chirping foals in your den
>after a few minutes, they quiet down and hug each other for warmth
>they must be tired from a long day. that's good. they'll sleep for a while
>drag your box back to the big green
>start nosing around bushes and big trees
>WOW! look at all the fluffies living here!
>you manage to take four more babies before you finally get tired and decide to sleep
>now you have... one two three four five... THAT many foals!
>you are SUCH a good mumma
>you fall asleep for a while. when you wake up, the foals are chirping and crawling all around
>"nu babehs! stay wiff mumma! dun move wound too much! dun weave home!"
>silly babies. you know best.
>you place two of them on your belly. they instinctively move to your teats to drink
>uh oh
>it's been a while since you were a mumma... your teats barely make any milk
>that's... that's okay. babies are small. they don't need much milk, right?
>after they desperately suck a few drops out, you place two other babies there and hug the first two
>you coo to them... they still chirp, hungry for milk
>oh silly babies... you don't want too much milk! you might make mouth yuckies.
>finally you feed the last two babies. they suck desperately at your teats, drawing a few last precious drops of milk
>you are SUCH a good mumma
>you tuck all the babies in a blankie and head out to get some nummies for yourself
>more nummies means more milk
>well, it's not going so well
>you've eaten plenty of grassies but no good nummies
>you did find some pretty red berries but you know by their smell they're bad berries
>you wish you had some good berries
>the yellow sky ball goes away
>the babies are still chirping. silly babies. always so greedy.
>they need to take it easy on mommy's milk. they need to save it for their NEW brothers and sisters
>like the night before, you sneak out to the big green and take three more foals
>you put them down in the den and feed them as best you can
>your teats still make hardly any milk... seems like less than yesterday
>that's okay... a foal's tummy stays full for a long time, right?
>every night you sneak out... you check the houses around your house, you check the big green...
>you have many foals now... because you're the BEST mumma!
>you love to just lay there, hugging your babies, cooing to them, feeding them
>life is great
>you love your foals and they love their mumma
>some time passes. the yellow sky ball comes and goes a few times.
>"It's coming from over here... god, it reaks... it's like shit and death and taxes all rolled into one."
>"What's that, David?"
>"I said it SMELLS LIKE IT'S OVER HERE, grandpa!"
>"What do you see?"
>what's that noise? who's talking? is it humans?
>you hear a noise and look up the hole from the den... you see your bush opening up and a HUMAN crawling in!
>oh no! your babies! he can't take your babies!
>"Oh my GOD it reaks."
>"You alright, Dave?"
>"Yeah, dad... make sure Grandpa doesn't come over here... the grass is still wet."
>"Good thinking. Dad? DAD! Stay on the porch, okay? David just watered the lawn and it's slippery."
>"Yeah all right..."
>"There's a hole here..."
>"Like what? Rabbits?"
>"Bigger. Groundhog maybe... god it REAKS! It smells like death!"
>"Here... take my flashlight..."
>a bright light shines in your eyes... it hurts! you don't want it to hurt your babies! you cuddle as many of them close to you as you can
>"dun wowwy babehs... bad hooman nu take yuu... mumma hewe... mumma wuv... mumma hug..."
>"I hear... a voice. Oh, it's one of those fluffy ponies."
>"Did it shit all over itself or what?"
>"I can't see... I... oh... oh my god..."
>the human crawls away and you here yucky sounds
>"What? What was it, Dave?"
>"Oh my god... it's... foals. It's got like... twenty foals down there. They all look dead. Rotting. Oh fuck... *BARF*"
>"Take it easy... take it easy... I'll get a shovel."
>humph. dummy humans. serves them right for trying to take your babies. good thing you didn't have to give them bad poopies or...
>*SHENK*
>what was THAT? oh no! one of the humans is digging out your den!
>you huddle in the back, hugging your babies
>you whisper to them... coo to them... the mean humans won't take them...
>"Good lord... yeah, most of them look dead. I think I see one or two moving. Bunch of them have maggots on them. Ugh."
>a pair of big human hands reach in and start taking your babies! NO!
>you jump up and turn around, straining... a spray of poopies comes out the back of you
>"Ew... she shit on my gloves."
>"Want me to do it, dad?"
>"Yeah... grab the mare first."
>hands have a hold of you! a human is picking you up! you struggle with all your might... your little legs moving rapidly
>the human has a hold on you... he puts you in a big bocks.
>"NU! WAN BABEHS! NU TAKE BABEHS!"
>"Hey! Idiot! THEY'RE DEAD! What are you - stupid? They're all DEAD!"
>no! that's not right! they're YOUR babies... you're the best mumma! THEY CAN'T BE DEAD! DUMMY HUMAN!
>you start stomping on the bocks, trying to jump out, climb out, anything
>one of the humans smacks you on the nose. you curl into a ball and start sobbing
>"She's a mess... she must be frigging crazy, thinking these things are alive."
>"What do you think? She had a really big litter? I've never heard of more than ten and she's got almost twenty here."
>"I don't know, Dave... they look like they're all different sizes. Look..."
>you can see one of the humans gingerly picking up one of your babies by its tail
>don't do that! it hurts them! DUMMY HUMANS!
>"This one is barely a week old. This one... is about three weeks. Here's one with its eyes still shut... probably a day or two tops."
>"That's..."
>"Yeah, it is. Get the last few, will you?"
>"Sure, dad."
>the human scoops out the last of your foals... you continue sobbing... reaching for them... wishing for a miracle to save your babies
>it never comes
>"I think this one's still alive... it's just barely moving..."
>"God, the thing looks starved. We can take it to the vet but I have a feeling he'll say to put it down."
>"Why?"
>"I saw a special on Animal Planet about fluffies... the babies can't go more than a couple of days without a steady milk supply or they die. They have a much faster metabolism than the average animal."
>"That's terrible..."
>"We'll drive it over just in case. And we'll drop crazy lady off at the adoption center."
>"Think anyone would adopt her?"
>"Probably not... but it's the humane thing to do."
>you feel the bocks moving. the humans take you to a new place that smells like lots of fluffies
>they put you in a cage by yourself
>you keep asking for your babies
>they don't give them to you.
>meanie humans
>don't they know you're the BEST MUMMA EVER?