The Miracle of Birth

>You are on your knees in your kitchen with your two fluffies
>The pregnant mare is laying on her back, legs sprawled out, mewling about "babehs"
>The to-be father was sitting by her side, babbling at her, trying to encourage the fluffy mother "Huwwy babehs! gon' be best dadeh"
>"Fwuffy wuv 'ou." The mare says with a weak smile on her little face
>"Wuv 'ou too!" The stallion squeaks with joy
>He was so excited to be a father, and she was so excited to be a mother, as they were both as madly in love as fluffies could be
>Their parents both gave birth in the same pen, and they've known each other since foals
>They're probably the only fluffies in the world to actually fall in love with each other
>You were there to keep the male from overdoing it when knocking up the female, and now you were there to help the mare give birth without fluffsploding
>"Oooohh... Poopies?" The mare cries out in pain
>You shake your head "Babies!" you tell her in excitement, placing your hand gently on her belly, keeping her stable
>"Babehs?!" Both the fluffies shout happily
>The male prepositions himself so he can watch as the foals squeeze out
>The female begins groaning and tensing up, whining to herself "Babehs come out now! Wan' babehs."
>After a few minutes of groaning, crying, whining, and cheering, the male calls out "I see babeh!"
>Just as he cries this out, you lift your hand into the air, off from her belly, balling it into a fist
>You slam your fist into the pregnant mare's belly
>The male's face twists from an expression of joy, to terror as his beloved erupts into an explosion of fluff and gore, leaving behind a pile of about 5 fluffy babies, crying in terror from the sound of the explosion
>"Wh-w-w-w-....W-Why kiww fwuffy wuv?" The shaking fluffy asks, looking up at you with tears flooding his eyes
>You sit there with a cold emotionless expression as you wait for it to sink in to him
>"...NUUUUUUU!" He screams in absolute heart break, falling over onto his belly and slamming his little hooves on your tile floor "GIVE FWUFFY WUV BACK! WAN FWUFFY WUV BACK! WHY SPWODE? GIVE FWUFFY WUV BACK!" he screams at the top of his lunges, his little heart shattered.
>You sit there and watch, until he is reduced to a little hiccuping whimpering little mess
>He lifts his head and looks to the little fluffy foals, huddled up into a heap
>He pathetically crawls over to the foals and hugs them into his hooves
>"Still have babehs... Babehs love fwuffy, wight?" He asks the sniveling little baby fluffies
>You give him a few minutes to bond with them, and he calms down
>Reaching down, you snatch the fluffy up by the scruff, and snatch the foals into your fist
>The foals scream out for help, and the father fluffy squirms in your grip "NUUUU!! Give babehs! Babehs aww fwuffy have!"
>You ignore his pleas and take him into the kitchen, dropping him roughly on the counter, he immediately gets up and starts barking "Gif babehs!" at you
>Still grasping the foals in one fist, you pull the blender out from one of the drawers below the counter, and place it on the counter in front of the male fluffy
>After plugging it in, you plop the foals inside and put the top on
>"Babehs! Come babehs! Daddah make bettah!" He shouts as he runs up to the blending, placing his hooves on the glass
>You keep the blender balanced, keeping your hand on the top
>"Come on babehs! Come hewe!" He pleads and begs his babies who cannot even hear him
>You reach down and turn the nob to "Liquefy"
>Whatever remained of the little fluffy's hope was eradicated completely as he watches his foals rip to shreds
>He starts slamming the glass of the blender weakly "NUUU! NO BABEHS! NO LEAVE DADDEH! COME BACK BABEHS!"
>You unplug the blender and pick it up, snatching the broken fluffy by his scruff, he just sniffles in retaliation
>You walk up to the safety room, tossing him violently inside, he smacks the wall and falls onto the floor, shrieking
>You might have dislocated one of his legs
>You pull up his food dish in front of him
>He shakily staggers to his hooves and looks into the bowl, then up at you, he looks miserable
>You take the blender and pour the remains of his babies into food dish, "Here's your dinner!" you inform him cheerfully
>He looks down into the bowl in absolute horror and just openly sobs as loudly as he can
>You pet him on the head and whisper into his ear "You are the worst fucking fluffy, ever. I hate you."
>He just drops his head into the bowl and just sobs his poor little shattered heart out
>You leave the safety room, close the door, and turn the lights off.
>He spends the entire night sobbing, pooping, puking, and screaming