Rare Case

Anonymous Mon 04 Jun 2012 18:35:03 No.2355853 | /mlp/
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WARNING: This is not hugbox story. Neither it is an abuse story. It is just a sad story about fluffy who wants to be a momma.
Disclaimer: Gross abuse of the English grammar ahead. Proceed with caution.

Rare Case
>Stray, orange-ish earth fluffy is pregnant
>She's about four months old and it's her first time
>She lives in a herd of ten fluffies of various colors and types
>Every day she and the daddy fluffy talk about their "babeehs"
>The bigger she swells, the more excited they get
>Lots of hugs
>Finally, the big day comes
>The foaling goes fine, two healthy (as healthy as a fluffy pony can be) colts come out and get licked clean
>She nurses them as best as a fluffy momma can
>But something's wrong
>The foals drank all the milk she had, but they're still hungry
>They mewl and squeak in hunger
>"Babeeh hungwy? Babeeh got miwk. No hungwy no mowe." the new momma wonders
>But they just cry in hunger
>A few hours later she feeds them again
>"Fwuffy babeeh good babeeh" she babbles to the foals
>Daddy too nuzzles them lovingly
>But no matter how much they drink, they're still hungry and cry
>The foals squirm around in their momma's fluffs, trying to find more milk somewhere
>During the third feeding, both momma and daddy fluffy wonder why the foals are always so hungry
>"Fwuffy no 'now. Momma gif babeeh miwk. Why babeeh stiww hungwy?"
>The sun is setting, they all go to sleep

>Next morning
>She pokes the foals that lay on her belly
>They're not moving
>"Waah? Why babeeh no move?" she wonders
>Daddy wakes up and also pokes the foals
>They're not breathing
>"Babeeh? Nuu! Why babeeh no move? Waaaah! Wan babeeh back! Fwuffy wan babeeeeeh! Nuuuuu! Babeeh wake up!" she cries
>But no amount of huggies or poking makes them wake up, they're dead
>Momma and daddy fluffy spend most of the day crying and hugging each other
>Their dead foals lay on the ground where the herd's fluffies poke and hug them
>As if they somehow could wake them up again
>Their crying and wailing is ear-piercing
>"Why babeeh die? Wan babeeh back! Waaah!" the momma cries
>Other fluffies carry the dead foals away, where they dump them we do not know
>Days pass
>Life returns to normal, they mostly forget the ordeal
>Other mares get pregnant and foal successfully
>Foals grow up quickly and the herd grows, only to shrink back again as some of their members are killed in various ways
>The herd even gets their own smarty friend
>A lone unicorn who manages to find them a new home
>The new home is only a few hundred meters away from their old home, but from fluffy pony's perspective it could be thousands of kilometers
>And the journey claims lives of several fluffies, including foals

>Smarty friend wants all mares to be pregnant, so the dead fluffies could be replaced
>The stallions are more than happy to oblige, even though some mares protest
>The first daddy met his untimely death during the herd relocation, so new daddy is chosen
>Soon she's pregnant again
>The pregnancy goes well
>She swells up again and can't move anymore
>One day, three healthy foals come out
>Two fillies, one colt
>Again she nurses them as best as she can
>But the foals just cry in their hunger
>No matter how much milk she gives to them, they're constantly hungry
>The momma does not understand
>"Why babeeh cwy? Momma gif babeeh miwk. Why babeeh just cwy? Babeeh hungwy? But momma gif nommies!"
>She nurses them again and again
>They just cry in their burning hunger
>Like the first time, the foals die on the next day, barely surviving through the night
>They still try to get milk, but their tiny hearts stop
>All three foals dead
>The momma fluffy is utterly devastated, she remembers the first time
>She cries her eyes out while getting huggies from every fluffy in the herd
>She picks up the foals and tries to nurse them, to no avail
>The dead foals get hugs too, but for some reason they don't wake up

>Daddy fluffy gets angry
>"Momma kiww babeeh! Fwuffy momma kiww babeeh!" he screams
>Smarty friend comes to see what's wrong
>After assessing the situation for a minute, he confronts the momma fluffy
>"Why fwuffy kiww babeeh?" he asks her
>"Fwuffy... fwuffy no kiww babeeh. Fwuffy wuv babeeh! Fwuffy nevew kiww babeeh!"
>"Momma kiww agin. Momma kiww aww babeeh momma have."
>Obviously, someone told the smarty friend about the first dead foals
>He quickly puts 2 and 2 together and gets 5
>He realizes the momma is somehow killing her foals
>"MOMMA KIWW BABEEH!" he screams at the crying momma who nuzzles her dead babies
>"Momma no kiww babeeh! Momma nevew kiww any babeeh!" she's panicking
>But her protests are unheard, as the herd quickly groups against her
>"Fwuffy kiww othew babeeh too!" the smarty claims
>This, of course, isn't true, but the fluffies can't comprehend that
>They just listen to the smarty friend
>Some foals have died recently, but this momma has nothing to do with them
>They died because they were weak, or got crushed by their momma, or some other reasons
>But they blame her

>"Smawty punish kiwwew fwuffy!"
>He kicks the momma fluffy
>"Owieee! No huwt! Pwease!"
>The herd attacks her
>Somehow, she gets on her legs and manages to run
>The herd runs after her, but miraculously they don't catch her
>Shit flies out of her ass and on to the fluffies running behind her
>"Ewww! No smeww pwetty? Why fwuffy poopies?"
>This slows them down further
>They eventually give up and leave
>"If smawty see kiwwew fwuffy, smawty gif big ouchies!" the smarty friend yells after her
>They huddle back to their home only to find more dead babies
>A stray dog killed and ate the foals who they left there
>Momma fluffy is now alone
>It starts to rain
>She takes shelter under a park bench
>It's not a good place, water still seeps through and soon she's soaking wet
>There she sits and cries quietly
>"Wan babeeh... momma wan babeeh back. Why babeeh die?"
>She's alone, hungry, no babies, no herd, no friends, nothing
>She looks at her painfully swollen teats, no one to drink her precious milk
>Despite the torrential rain, she sobs herself to sleep

>Hours later, she jerks awake
>She's not under the bench anymore!
>There are several fluffies around her, all asleep
>She's in a large metal cage
>"Waah? Whewe fwuffy?"
>"You're in a fluffy pony shelter. Don't be afraid, you're safe here." a strange voice tells
>She looks around and sees a human outside the cage
>"We found you sleeping under a park bench and brought you in." the human explains
>"B-babeeh?" she asks
>"Babies? No, we didn't find any babies near you. Did you lose your babies?"
>She nods
>"Well, I'm sorry. There were no babies anywhere in the park. You were there all alone."
>Her eyes begin to water as she remembers her dead babies
>"But, you lost them recently, didn't you? Your teats are full of milk. We could use that milk."
>"Gif... miwk?"
>"Yes, one of the mares died during foaling and we've been bottlefeeding the foals, but you could do that. You could take care of them."
>She processes this for a minute
>"Gif miwk... to babeeh?"
>"Hold on, I'll get you out of there."
>The cage opens and the human picks her up, arms cradle around her
>She wiggles her legs a little and gets an ear scratch in response
>"Shhh. Don't be afraid, little one. I'll take you to the foals' cage."

>The human puts her in a small cage with two sleeping foals
>"There. They're your babies now. Take a good care of them."
>She looks at two tiny foals who sleeps on a pile of smooth hay
>Unlike her own babies, they're actually well fed
>She waddles over to poke and hug them
>The foals wake up chirping and squeaking, wondering what's happening
>"B...babeeh? Fwuffy babeeh?"
>"Yes, they're your babies now. Let them sleep a little, then when they're hungry give them some milk."
>"Babeeh!" she's finally happy
>She picks the foals up and rolls on to her back, putting them on her belly
>The foals squirm in her belly fluffs, mewling happily
>They have warm fluffs to sleep in, that's all they care about right now
>The shelter worker looks at them, smiles and leaves to have some coffee
>Tears of joy fall out of her eyes, she finally has babies
>And they won't die this time
>She falls asleep
>A few hours later she wakes up
>The foals are also awake and have squirmed over to her swollen teats
>They're drinking as fast as they can
>She watches them in awe
>It's so pretty and adorable sight that she can just watch and smile
>Soon her teats are empty and the foals stop drinking
>But they're restless
>They squirm around and mewl
>"Babeeh?" she asks
>The babies don't respond, but they just squirm around
>They're hungry as hell, but the fluffy doesn't fully comprehend this
>"Why babeeh cwy? Momma gif nummies!"

>Many shelter workers walk by and smile at them, unaware of the situation
>The foals are restless, but eventually fall asleep again
>She feeds them again several times, but the foals never seem to stop crying for more milk
>"Why babeeh no wike miwk?" she asks many times
>Finally, on the next morning one of the workers notice something's wrong
>"What did you do to the foals?" he asks from the fluffy momma
>"Momma gif babeeh miwk" he happily chirps
>"Well it doesn't look like that!"
>The foals just lie on the hay, unable to move, mewling quietly
>The human quickly snatches the foals out of the cage
>He takes the foals and examines them in the back room
>"Hey, I need help. These two foals are badly malnourished. I don't know why, the mother says she fed them."
>The foals are quickly examined
>They're indeed badly malnourished
>"Who's their momma?"
>"That new fluffy the collectors brought in yesterday. The one who you said had lost her foals recently."
>"That's odd. She seems to be fine. And I saw her nursing the foals yesterday. Several times, in fact."
>"Wait... there's one thing we need to test for. We need a milk sample from her."
>Two workers go to the cage
>"Whewe babeeh go? Wan babeeh back!" she's in panic mode, again
>"I'm sorry, but we need to do something first"
>One of the workers grabs the fluffy
>The other guy grabs her teat and squeezes it gently
>"Owie! No huwt babeeh nummies!" she complains

>Few drops of milk ooze into a test tube
>They put the fluffy back in the cage
>The milk is tested in the shelter's small laboratory
>"Shit. Just what I was afraid of. Her milk doesn't contain any nutrients. It's water."
>"What?"
>"We'd need a blood sample to be entirely sure, but the milk isn't milk."
>"I don't understand."
>"It's a rare genetic mutation. I read about it some time ago. It fucks up the mare's milk production. The milk looks like milk, it might even taste like milk, but it's useless. It contains absolutely no nutritious value. The foals can't survive on it. It's useless."
>"Whoa. So those two foals..."
>"They were under her care for some... 18-20 hours. During that time they already suffered malnutrition. Foals less than month old need enormous amounts of milk, because they grow so fast. These two didn't get what they needed. We might have to put them down."
>"But, but, they can't get that bad so soon?"
>"Listen, they're three days old. A foal is completely dependant on their momma's milk until they're a month old. They can't eat solid food before that. They can and WILL suffer developmental failures if they don't get lots of milk regularly. I've seen rejected foals die in less than 12 hours without milk. We even have to feed them in the night."
>"Oh crap."
>"Yeah. Those two foals, they're gone. It's better if we put them to death. It's easier for us, it's easier for them. They'll never grow up to be healthy. Even bottlefeeding them probably won't save them anymore."
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>"I wonder how many foals she inadvertently killed... she might be mentally unstable because of this."
>"It's possible."

>Soon the two foals lay dead on a blanket
>The workers confront the momma
>"Wan babeeh back! Gif babeeh back! Whewe fwuffy babeeh? Whewe my babeeh go?" she demands and bangs her hooves against the cage
>"Your milk is bad. You killed your own babies, because your milk is bad." the shelter workers explain
>"Fwuffy miwk... no good?" the fluffy is confused
>"Yes. Babies can't drink your milk. It kills them."
>"No... babeeh? Whewe babeeh?"
>"No no. Those two babies you had, they're dead now."
>It takes a moment for her to process this
>"Babeeh... dead?"
>"Yes, we had to put them to sleep. They were so badly injured by your milk."
>Now she remembers her own foals, all five of them
>All of them died
>Tears start to flow out of her eyes
>"Nuuuuu! No wan huwt babeeh! Fwuffy no wan huwt babeeeh!" she wails and
>"You didn't hurt them intentionally. It wasn't your fault."
>She doesn't understand it
>She collapses into a crying pile of fluff
>She cries unconsolably, wails about babies
>One of the shelter workers pick her up and cradles her, petting her tiny head
>"Why no miwk good? Why babeeh dieee?! Waaaaah!" she wails and curls up into a tiny ball of fluff
>She cries for hours while the worker hugs and pets her
>"Waaah-aaaah! Babeeh! Wan be mommaaaa! Why miwk baaad? Why can be no mommaaaa?!"
>The shelter workers genuinely feel bad for the little fluffball
>They pet her gently and whisper about putting her to death too
>It'd be so much easier and less painful for her

>Fluffy ponies are genetically programmed to have strong instincts for hugs, friends and being parents
>Prevent them from having any of these and they can get seriously depressed
>And while she can get pregnant and foal just fine, she clearly can't feed them at all
>They decide to wait a few days, to see if she gets better
>Perhaps she could be neutered? But it's expensive and difficult.
>She is placed back in the large fluffy cage, with the others
>Maybe they can cheer her up with hugs
>But she just curls up in the corner and sobs, refusing to eat or drink
>She can never be a real momma fluffy. She will never watch her own fluffy babies to grow up.
>The herd was right: she kills her babies
>On that night, after the workers have gone home, one of the stallions rape her
>The workers try to keep sexually active fluffies separate from the others, but they don't always succeed
>She tries to squirm away, but the stallion is (slightly) stronger
>"Fwuffy gif speciaw huggies. Huggies make fwuffy feew bettew! Get babeeh!" he happily blabbers
>"Nuu! Nuu! No wan be momma! Momma kiww babeeh! Nuuuu! Hewp! Heeeewp fwuffyyy!"
>She cries and wails as the stallion just "enf enf"'s happily, ignoring the "dead babies" part
>Nobody comes to help her
>After blowing his load, the stallion happily wanders off and falls asleep
>Now she's pregnant again
>"No.. wan... huwt... babeeh..." she sobs
>She refuses to eat or participate in any fluffy games
>She just curls up into a sobbing ball and refuses to do anything
>Looks like they have to put her down after all
The End