Subtraction by Addition

>Relaxing on a park bench.
>Laughing at the two old guys that always yell at each other while playing chess.
>Hear an unfamiliar noise in the huge shrub behind the bench.
>Get up to investigate.
>It's a fluffy family hiding under the branches.
>Adult orange unicorn with a blue mane and tail.
>Three tiny unicorn foals, red, purple, and white.
>Fluffy mom doesn't look very happy.
>”Go 'way!  Mumma no wuv bad babehs!”
>The foals squeak at her and squirm over to her stomach to suckle.
>She pushes them away with stubby hooves.  “No wan'!  Go 'way!”
>When the dam sees you, she squeaks and tries to hide.
>”Hooman fwiend?   No huwt fwuffy,” she mewls.
>You know that fluffies will sometimes reject weak or sick foals, saying things like 'no wuv'.
>You're trying to figure out why she's rejecting these, though.
>They're small, but active.  They squeak and wiggle frantically.
>They don't look injured or sick.
>The fluffy dam is too busy being scared of you, so the foals get to sneak over to her belly.
>The instant one latches on to her teat she angrily pushes it away, forgetting you're even there.
>She looks up and squeaks all over again.  “No huwt fwuffy, pwease...”
“Why are you being mean to your foals?”
>She blinks at you.  “No wan' babehs.  Babehs bad.  No wuv babehs.”
“Why are they bad?”
>”No wuv babehs.  Babehs dumb.”
>You don't get it.  The foals look fine to you.
>You pick one up to examine it closer.
>It's still slimy; the dam hasn't even tried to clean it.
>Otherwise, it looks okay.  It tries to hug and suckle your fingers.
>”Hooman wan' babehs?  Fwuffy gif babehs!  Hooman can haf!”
>You're a bit stunned as the dam tries to push her kids off on you.
“But they're your kids. Don't you love them?”
>”No wuv.  Dumb babehs no can haf wuv.  Bad babehs.”
>You begin to suspect this dam is just being a cunt.
>Her kids are going to die soon if she hasn't fed them.
>You're a little pissed off now.
>You're going to teach her a lesson.
“Okay, I'll make your babies go away, if that's what you want.”
>The dam shuffles out to hug your legs.  “No mo' babehs!  Fwuffy happy!  Hooman fwiend!”
>Wow.
>”How new fwiend make babehs go 'way?”
>The other two foals squeak loudly as they search for the warm fluff that suddenly disappeared.
>You take them out from under the shrub, and kneel down on the grass.
>You set the three foals down beside you and look at the dam.
>She's hugging your side, babbling excitedly about her babies going away.
“Lay on your back and be still.”
>She is confused, but does as told.  “Wie down.  Be good fwuffy.”
>You pick her up and brace her upper body between your knees.  Her rear is pointed at the shrub.
>”Wha?  Wha doin'?  Why squeezin' fwuffy?”
“I'm making your bad babies go away.”
>”No mo' bad babehs!  Wuv new hooman fwiend!”
>She wiggles her legs happily as you pick up the first foal and start feeling around in her ass-fluff.
>”Wha?!  Why touchin' poopie pwace?  Fwuffy no wike!”
>You shush her, reminding her that this is how the bad babies go away.
>She is quiet now, but still looks a little worried.
>You find her fluffy vagina, which makes her blurt out  “Why touch funny pwace?!  No wike dis!  No wan'!”
>Ignoring her, you take the crying foal and begin shoving it back into her.
>”OWWIES!  WHY HUWT FUNNY PWACE!  WHY HUWT FWUFFY?!”
>You use your free hand to shut her up as you continue to jam the foal inside.
“I'm putting your bad babies back.”
>You hear muffled cries of 'no wan'' and 'pwease no huwt', but continue to push the squirming foal up her birth canal.
>You feel a warm liquid; it's probably blood.  Fluffy pussy isn't built to take human hands.
>The dam begins to shit herself, but it passes harmlessly under your hand and arm and squirts into the bush.
>You continue to push the foal inside.  It's squirming less and less.
>You can feel things tearing, which makes the endeavor a little easier.
>Once you feel resistance, you assume the foal has returned to the womb and withdraw your hand.
>Yep, it was blood.  You pick up the next foal.
>The dam is no bigger than she was before, but the squirming of the dying foal inside of her causes her great discomfort.
>She shits herself again as you insert the second foal into her bleeding, shredded vagina.
>You feel her trying to bite your other hand, so you ram the foal into her more roughly.
>Each time you do, she shits in self-defense.
>It smells like death, but you press on.
“I said I'd get rid of your babies, and I am.”
>She suddenly replies with muffled cries of 'wuv babehs' and 'pwease gif back babehs'.
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>You make sure to jam this second foal in as far as it'll go.
>She is still the same size, but you can see her stomach fluff twitch as the foals kick inside.
>She shits herself again.
>Jesus, how much shit do these fucking things hold?
>You pick up the final foal, your hand now soaked with red.
>With all the tearing and damage you've done, the final foal slides easily back into the sobbing dam.
>You ram it in forcefully anyway.
>Now done, you wipe the blood off on the dam's fluff and release her.
>”Why huwt fwuffy, why make funny pwace make big owwies?” she mewls, barely able to get back to her hooves.
>She twitches and cries every time she feels one of her foals kick inside of her.
“I made your babies disappear, just like I said I would.”
>”Why put back babehs?  Babehs no bewong inside anymo'...”
“Maybe you should have fed them and taken care of them, you little bitch.”
>”Wan' babehs back,” she cries, dripping blood behind her as she waddles.  “Babehs no dumb...”
>You return to your bench, checking it for errant shit shrapnel before you sit down.
>You can hear the dam waddling around behind you, crying in agony.
>When you don't hear those cries any longer, you go back to check on her.
>She lies on the ground, having bled to death from the injuries you caused.
>Oh well.  With a shrug, you sit back down.
>Damn, those old guys playing chess are hilarious.