The Alicorn Gatcha Gotcha

Transcendenz Oct 29, 2020 / FC 1295
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Olive was looking for company. So she bought a pink pastel unicorn fluffy with a silver mane that was six months old. The breeder she got her from was reputable and known for training their fluffies well. The breeder was so comprehensive that they even gave Olive a certificate showing her fluffies genetic lineage and registered her on the fluffy owners database. As Olive was leaving the breeders store. He reminded her of something important

“Don’t forget to have her spayed. The new laws give you a month to do it before you get fined and the quicker you get it done, the better”

Olive was pretty happy. She named the fluffy “Barbra” and Barbra seemed delighted at her new name. Olive let Barbra settle in and run around her “safe pen” in joy, playing with balls and blocks. Olive took a look at the instructional videos on disc the breeder had given her in the meantime.

“It’s important to get mares spayed early in particular as while the procedure is painful for an hour, but the earlier it’s done, the less the mare complains about not having foals. The later you leave it, the more problems you may have with your mare”

Olive was about to reach for the phone to call the fluffy vet and make a spay appointment. But she decided to have a look on the breeding certificate. It was there, she saw Barbra’s lineage. Her father was an Alicorn. Alicorn’s are worth a lot of money. Maybe Barbra could produce something more than she was worth. Plus the experts said that if a mare is allowed to have one litter they don’t ask again after they are spayed since they are happy enough to just produce one family. Maybe Barbra could have some happiness and produce a pretty Alicorn that would sell for a pretty penny.

Having hastily looked up the laws on the internet. Olive found there was a clemency rule. If the fluffy got knocked up before the spay, they could keep the foals. But it needed to be confirmed with a vet. Olive saw an opportunity. But there was an issue. Where could you get a fully intact stallion? Barbra looked at hiring a stud, but every reputable one in the state required the owner of the mare to have an expensive breeders license.

But, there was one option. Outside of Olive’s home, there was a forest. She had already seen ferals. She already organised her trash into heavy bins to prevent the ferals tipping them over. Maybe, just maybe if she left Barbra out there a feral. It meant she couldn’t choose the color. But what mattered was getting that Alicorn.

After two weeks of keeping. Olive put Barbra in the backyard with some food and toys. Olive “Excused herself” to “Take some work phone calls”. At least, that was what she was gonna tell the vet.

“Hewwo! Nyu fwiend”

After listening to a bunch of fluffy pleasantries, an hour of sappy hugging, playing and more. The fluffies eventually got to business

“ENF! ENF! ENF! GUD FEWS!”

Olive wiped the sweat off her brow before weilding a frying pan, running out, and chasing the feral stallion away. As the stallion screamed, ran away and left a trail of piss. Red colored earthie with a yellow mane? Good enough. Olive didn’t want the stallion to think about being “Special Friends” with her fluffy as well.

Soon after, Barbra started to swell. The fluffy had begun to get the “Tummeh Babbeh” feel

“Mummah. Babwa gun have babbehs!”

Olive acted shocked. But internally she was seeing dollar signs. She went out that day to FluffyMart to get the healthiest pregnant mare kibble possible and some birthing supplies.

Two weeks into the pregnancy, Olive brought Barbra to the vet. If she was gonna have an Alicorn

“Yep. She’s got five foals in there. Potentially a big one too”

Olive slipped out an “Oh” acting shocked. But she knew her plan was working. “A big one? That must be the alicorn”

“Well we can schedule her spay right now. She’ll be happy with the one litter. Just be careful letting her play outside from now on and don’t take your eyes off her”

Another two weeks went by and Barbra swelled up nicely. She excitedly sang her “Mummah songs” to her foals and was eager to meet them.

Then one evening as Olive was watching TV, she heard her fluffy shout.

“Mummah! Babbehs comminn!” The mare excitedly yelped

As Olive set out the birthing mat the familiar scream of “BIGGEST POOPIES!” rang out across the room as Barbra went into contractions.

Olive watched intently as the foals crowned and dropped to the birthing mat, all rich shades of red, yellow, silver and pink. The next one had to be it.

“Here comes the money!” Olive’s mind immediately thought.

The fluffy screamed and strained to push the final foal out. Eventually Olive could see it crown and enter the world before dropping onto the birthing mat

A large foal laid in the basket before cheeping and peeping to signify it was alive. Olive was ecstatic, pointy horn, large wings and Brown coat.

“Brown coat? Fuck!” Olive said internally

Barbra sang again to her new foals and placed them on her teats. Being a fluffy and forgetting, she asked Olive for the “Big babbeh”

“Mummah wanna see big babbeh.” As Olive showed the Alicorn. Barbra, predictably, freaked out.

“Eeeeeeee! Munstah! Mummah! Nu wan!”

“It’s OK. It’s OK. I’ll take the monster away” Olive sighed. She had read about raising Alicorns on the internet, she should be OK, right!

Olive was a wreck. Raising Alicorns is a nightmare. She had to constantly buy fluffy milk from fluff mart to keep it fed. The Alicorn stayed in a box on the side wardrobe beside her bed and woke her up constantly needing to be fed. Soon after two weeks of sleepless nights it started to wean. At least it was becoming sellable.

Soon after the foals were weaned including the Alicorn and all had grown in their manes. But in even worse news for Olive. The brown Alicorn’s mane came in like it’s mothers fluff. Hot Pink. The other foals were good colors too. “But how to sell them” Olive thought.

When Olive told Barbra it was time for the foals to find new houses, Barbra said loved them but understood it was time for them to go in her own fluffy way and didn’t give up a fight. She waved goodbye to her foals and sobbed as the foals waved and sobbed too. “Probably that great training she got at the breeder” Olive thought.

But Olive overlooked something just as she was about to post them on the “Flufflist” online listing site. Local by-laws she was only allowed to sell two of the foals. Any else, she needed a license for.

Olive went back to the breeder, foals in tow. At least a breeder would be most likely to take two off her.

“Oh, that’s a ghastly shade of brown, and the mane is hot pink“ the breeder remarked upon seeing the Alicorn. “Honestly, your fluffy’s father is still working as a stud for me so I don’t really need his grandchild. But I guess I need someone to replace him since he’s a bit old so he’ll do for now. But I can only give you half what you paid for your fluffy. I mean, it’s an alicorn but I don’t have much hope for the colors even if I stud him with my best mares”

Olive pleaded “What about the rest of the foals. They have the genes too”

“Look, I can’t even take them from you because of the laws. I’ll take that pink pegasus filly as well if it helps. I have a card here for a good shelter where they can take them”

Olive sighed as she made the journey to the shelter with the cash in pocket but still lighter than she was after she bought Barbra. The three Foals babbled about new homes as she brought them into the shelter. The shelter worker was amazed at the quality colors but understood it was the usual “Feral slipped into the garden” and Olive couldn’t sell all of them without a licence.

Olive went back home in silence. Sure, she made a little money, but what if the next Alicorn was good. And Barbra is a mare. She’ll be happy with more foals. Right?

The next day, Olive once more put Barbra in the backyard with some toys and food. Soon enough, a feral showed up

“Hewwo? Nyu fwiend? Pwetty Mawe…”

The typical fluffy greetings went on till inevitably

“ENF! ENF! ENF! GUD FEEEWS!!!”

Once again Olive went out with the frying pan to find a blue pegasus stallion with a green mane run screaming away from Barbra. Olive expected to see a happy fluffy realising but Barbra seemed a bit upset. Maybe the little shit was rough with her? No matter. Barbra would soon be bearing foals again.

Sure enough, Barbra swelled up, Olive fed her with pregnancy chow and looked after her.

Two weeks again and Olive took Barbra to the vets. “Uh, I had an emergency call to take from work and a feral got her before I got back. We have a big Feral problem”

“You might want to call Fluffy Control then. I can do it for you” The vet asked

“No, no I can do it myself” Olive made her excuses as she took the fluffy home having being told she’s likely going to have another healthy litter

Barbra sang to her foals. Though not with the enthusiasm as her first litter.

Soon again, “BIGGEST POOPIES!” rang through the house.

A Dark green Alicorn and three brown and dark green earthies with one blue unicorn were the results of another birth.

Olive lost the lottery again. Once more two weeks of sleepless nights occurred as Olive had to raise the Alicorn herself. This one cried and cried for its mother who already thought it was a monster. It was so annoying, the moment it was weaned. Olive opened up “Flufflist” and placed an ad for an Alicorn to sell to a breeder. It took a while, but eventually she got a buyer.

When she took the foal to the buyer, she was surprised to see a kind of raggedy backyard breeder. The fluffies didn’t seem to look too happy about being there. But still this was the only person who was interested in the foal. The Breeder looked a bit mousey and adjusted her glasses “Look it’s not much but I wanna start off with some Alicorn genes and maybe improve the place if I can get them to pop out some good foals”. It was enough for Olive and she sold the Dark green Alicorn on.

Once Barbra had been done raising the foals herself. She once more dropped the rest of the foals off to the shelter to find new homes. Barbra didn’t seem too enthusiastic but wished her foals well all the same.

“Uh, I got a feral problem but my fluffy wants to be outside all the time”

“Lady, this shelter is sponsored by a fence fixing company. Look, here’s their brochure. They do discounts if you say you were referred from us for a feral problem”

“I will….keep it in mind”

Olive rued her luck once more.

Once more. Olive got no sleep. Barbra wasn’t exactly the happy fluffy she once was after her brood was taken. Which was strange. She had two sets of foals she got to love and raise. Maybe, maybe a third brood might make her happy and Olive might get that Alicorn. Olive needed that Alicorn

Once more. Olive put Barbra outside the next day. Barbra didn’t like it too much though, complaining about wanting to be brought inside

“Dummeh Mawe….Yu smawty mawe nao….gif gud enfies”

Awww shit. It had to be a smarty. Olive watched as Barbra was given special huggies by the stallion who was a black mane and a yellow coat. But the minute he yelled “GUD FEEWS”. Olive had marched out and whacked him in the face with the frying pan as hard as she could. Olive threw the bleeding, crying and shitting smarty back to his expectant herd in the forest, hearing the cries of “Munstah” and “Fwuffies Wun!” as they saw the damaged face of the smarty.

Once again Barbra bloated and once again started talking about “Tummeh Babbehs”

Olive once again took her to the vet for check up.

Olive once again made more excuses “The area has a real feral problem. Barbra loves being outside but they just keep sneaking in”

The vet rolled her eyes. “Fine, but don’t let her outside for a long while and get your fence fixed”.

Barbra went through her pregnany solemnly. She sang occasionally. But only out of the need to teach her foals than any actual joy.

Once more the foals birthed, Barbra took them round and fed them their first but as olive looked, no Alicorn. The Smarty was a Unicorn. Why no Alicorn? And the best color she got was a pale grey pegasus the rest were green and brown earthiers. “WHERE’S THE ALICORN” Olive’s mind screamed.

After a whole month of letting a tired Barbra raise her foals again. Barbra barely stirred at seeing her foals go. The foals were crying and waving goodbye to “Mummah”, sure. But Barbra could only give a wave before dozing back to sleep as Olive took them away.

Olive brought the foals at the shelter. Only to find the shelter was not really up to her shenanigans againn. “You know these colors are so bad they will only last days here before we have to euthanize them or sell them to a meat farm. Only that pale grey has a chance”

Olive shrugged her shoulders and left.

Once more. Olive dreamed of that one Alicorn foal. A good one. She needed that foal. So the next day she let Barbra outside again

But Barbra complained and banged at the window with her soft hooves to get in incessantly. Olive WANTED that Alicorn though. She was OBSESSED with getting an Alicorn. So for now, she let Barbra in.

That evening, Olive went to the local pet store, bought a collar and leash and a holder for the ground. Barbra was going to get her that Alicorn

The next day, despite Barbra’s protests. Olive put the fluffy mare in the collar and hitched it to the ground with the leash.

The mare sobbed a bit but soon after, a familiar noise could be heard.

“Pwetty Mawe!”

“NU! NU WAN!”

“ENF! ENF! ENF! GUD FEEEEWS!”

Olive went out, frying pan in hand but the stallion had run off already. Probably just a horny fluffy doing a hit and run and not wanting a “special friend”. Barbra did not seem happy and began to cry. But it was just one more litter and Olive was sure she’d have her Alicorn.

Once more, Barbra began to swell. Olive fed her the pregnancy kibble. Olive was absolutely sure this would be the time. She needed it to be the time.

But one day, Barbra came to her owner with horrifying news.

“Mummah. Tummeh Babbehs nu feew gud. Fwuffy nu feew gud” Barbra managed to squeak out before vomiting on the floor and collapsing

Once more Barbra had to go to the vet and quickly, Olive rushed her there.

The vet Barbra had been brought to already gave Olive a look of disgust. Once again Olive made her excuses while the vet checked Barbra over

“I was keeping Barbra in but she got outside and a feral got her before I noticed…“

The vet rolled her eyes as she ran her stethoscope on Barbra’s tummy. The fluffy complained about the cold instrument and not being able to feel her foals. The vet took off her stethoscope and explained matter of factly to Olive.

“There’s only two faint heartbeats in there and she’s swollen like she’s got eight foals. Only a small chance they will come out alive and even if they do, they will be derped. Quite frankly the only option is to terminate the pregnancy now. Especially as Barbra has been showing signs of excessive breeding and has welts on her genetals from rough breeding. I have seen real bad mill fluffies that are not as mistreated as her”

Olive stammered “Oh, I um”

The vet side eyed Olive. “I know what you’ve been doing. You’ve been letting her get knocked up every month by ferals and it’s causing your fluffy incredible stress and damage to her reproductive organs. If she births, she might not even survive it herself. Not even mills knock their mares up so often”

Olive’s eyes looked down low. Barbra was a good fluffy for her. How could she do that to her chasing an Alicorn?

“I was chasing an Alicorn” Olive could only muster up as a pathetic excuse.

“Oh for fuck sake Olive” the vet tutted. “Look, I’ve seen people go that route before and it always ends in disaster. If you don’t abort these foals now and let me do a spay, I will report you for breeding without a license but if you let me abort them and do the spay in peace after. I’ll let you off. If you promise to take care of Barbra for the rest of her life, I’ll forget this ever happened and I want to see her every month for a check up till she’s healed” the vet rebuked.

“Fine, I’ve been caught. Go ahead” Olive sighed, disgusted in herself.

The vet took out a can of “Foal B Gone” Spaghetti from the cupboard and poured it into a bowl

“Eat the spaghetti there Barbra. It will make you better”

“Fawnk yu fow skettis nice wady” the sullen unicorn responded as she tucked into the bowl of pasta

Not only a few minutes of waiting pass had the chemicals worked and induced early labor

“BIGGEST POOPIES”

Barbra went into labor. Quickly two small silver colored pegasus foals crowned out. Obviously undersized and obviously very dead. Soon after a pink unicorn head crowned out, but quickly got stuck.

“his one’s big and it’s stuck” The vet

The vet quickly flipped Barbra onto her back as the fluffy wailed

“Olive, start pushing on her stomach gently” The vet instructed. “I’m going to try pull it out with the forceps”

After a minute of pained contractions and some easing . The vet managed to pull out the large foal, and another large foal tumbled to the mat soon behind it. Olive had a look at the two large unicorns. Wait it’s not a Unicorn it’s, it’s an Alicorn? Both of them are Alicorns. Two PINK Alicorns

“Twins. Alicorn twins, the spitting image of their mother”

Both started meekly chirping and peeping before quickly expiring.

Olive was in shock.

“Yep, Alicorn twins” The vet explained. “That’s why Barbra was so unwell. They were eating her away inside and already took the nutrition from the other foals which is why Barbra knew something was off. They would have foaled out dead and more than likely would have killed Barbra on top of that if it was a home birth. You do know only an Alicorn mare can carry two Alicorns at a time, right?”

Olive held the Alicorn twins in shock. She got her Alicorn. She got TWO Alicorns. But she went too far and nearly killed her own fluffy.

“Now get out of my consulting room and let me do this spay in peace” The vet “politely” told Olive as she showed her the door.

Olive was still holding onto the dead twins as she could hear Barbra screech from the painful spay going on behind closed doors.

Olive tried to do everything to make it up to Barbra afterwards. Treating her gently, giving her space and not bringing her out to the garden again. Every month Olive brought Barbra to the vet on time and her wounds were eventually healing. Eventually after a lot of TLC, it seemed Barbra had forgiven her and went back to being the happy and content fluffy she was.

Six months later, Barbra was watching the news on her TV while Barbra watched from her basket bed half asleep.

“On lighter news, breeders in the area have seen a substantial rise in rare fluffy Alicorn births”

On it, Olive could see the breeder she bought Barbra from talk with a fully grown brown Alicorn stallion with a shocking pink mane “I didn’t give this guy much of a chance, but his litters have been outstanding” he beamed to the camera

“Another local managed to create a whole business based on the fertile Alicorn genes”. A Dark green Alicorn sat proudly beside the breeder

“Using his litters I’ve been able to afford a proper farm house and a pasture for these little guys!” she cheerfully chimed in.

“Fuck it I’m putting on Fluffy TV” Olive thought as she switched the channel in disgust

“And now it’s time for every Mare’s favourite show, Babbehs!”

“NUUUUU. NU WAN BABBEHS!” Barbra shot up and screamed before running out of the room back to her new safe room.

“Yeah, me too” Olive sighed to herself as a PSA ran just before the Fluff TV show

The PSA on the TV played out with a frustrated owner seeing foals burst out of every drawer and cupboard in his kitchen after he refused to spay his mare. Causing him to tear his hair out.

“Don’t forget to Spay and Neuter your fluffies. Or else they may drive you crazy!”.