Mama Fluff (3/28/12)

>Have a pregnant fluffy pony.
>Your friend's male fluffy pony knocked yours up a week ago, at first you were pissed that his fluffy essentially took advantage of yours, but your fluffy seems oddly keen on the idea of little baby fluffies.
>Fluffy is very swollen and can barely move, you sit with her in her safety room and keep her calm by feeding her and cuddling with her.
>"uhoh, gotta poopies!" she fidgets and struggles a bit but can't move due to her bulk.
"Hold on, I'll get the litter box."
>"can wait! twumie huwt!" she groans and you hear some crying from behind her.
>ITBEGINS.jpg
>you rush over to see a tiny puffball poking out from your fluffy pony.
>you help the foal out and begin cleaning it off, you've prepared in advance and cut the fur on the bottom of you fluffy enough to allow the foals to nurse.
>no sooner have you set this one nursing than you see another fluff ball poking out.
>repeat process until all in all, five little foals are nursing against your fluffy.
>The sight is beyond adorable, you reach out to pet the newborns.
>All of a sudden, with an energy you wouldn't expect after having delivered a litter, your fluffy suddenly jumps forward and bites your hand.
>OW! THE FUCK?!
>H-holy shit! Where the hell is this coming from?!
>She stares at you with a death glare you thought impossible for a fluffy pony.
>she growls at you.
W-wha
>she growls louder. It's clear she wants you to leave.
>visibly shaken, you leave the safety room, fluffy death glares at you the entire time, even as you close the door.
>thefuckjusthappened.jpg

>You check on your fluffy the next morning.
>You enter the safety room tepidly, not wishing to draw mommy fluffy's ire.
>the scene that greets you is a small bunch of tiny fluffies frolicking under their watchful eye of mommy, sounds of "pway" and "fwiend" fill the air.
>She stares at you, not with the hate from yesterday, but mild annoyance, she lets you get close and even pet a few of her babies, all to the tune of "new fweind! new fwiend!".
>You get breakfast for them, mommy and baby fluffs all eat happily, her mood improves and she even snuggles against you.
>Last night must have been some post delivery stress or something.
>later.jpg
>Your friend comes over and brings his male fluffy, you both figure the father should meet his kids.
>Your friend sets his fluffy down in the safety room and you watch all the babies and even mommy give him "huggsies".
>All appears to be well.
>You and your friend go off to discuss what you're going to do with five new fluffies when you hear screaming from the safety room.
>ohshit
>You and Your friend rush over to find his fluffy on it's side with visible injury and crying.
>Mommy is a few feet away growling w/death glare which her babies surround her.
>Your friend collects his crying fluffy and thinks it's best if he goes, your fluffy keeps her Death glare on her baby's daddy the entire time.
>Only when he leaves does she calm down and play frolicking resume.
>You want to ask you pony what the hell is going on, something tells you think better then that.

>Cleaning saftey room.
>You and mommy fluffy are trying to train the babies to use the litter box, but success is marginal at the moment.
>Fluffy and lil'fluffies are playing in living room in a pen you set up while you give the safety room a good hose down.
>You proceed with paying attention when you hear a sharp yet distinct shriek below you.
>You cut the hose feel the blood drain against your face as you see one of the baby fluffs sitting in a small puddle, having received the full spray of your hose.
>ohcrapohcrapohcrap
>Miraculously, he hasn't drowned, but he is crying and your doing your best to calm him down.
>There is a growl coming from behind you.
>FUCK.png
>You turn to find mommy fluff, surrounded by her babies and giving you the DEATH GLARE to end all DEATH GLARES.
>she ceases to growl when you eye contact.
>you stare at each other for the longest time.
>"swow o fast?"
>holyshitthisisactuallyhappening.tiff

>Somehourslater.jpg

>Your friend comes by to check in on you and your fluffies.
>He finds you dead in the safety room, a large gash in your throat and your blood all over the floor.
>Fluffy and family remain at large.

THE END...for now.

(Originally posted by an anonymous author on 4chan's /mlp/; thread 862065, 2012 March 28.)