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- too young for love
- >be a fluffy fillie. a tan earth pony.
- >you’re only a month old. mama doesn’t let you drink milk now. she says it’s time for grownup food
- >you sometimes suckle mama’s teats when she sleeps. you miss her sweet milk.
- >you and mama live in something called “park”
- >she dug a hole under a big round thing in the center of park
- >sometimes humans go there to play. sometimes they make pretty sounds and other humans watch them
- >when there are a lot of people in park like that you have to stay hidden. mama says it’s dangerous for fluffies
- >sometimes you meet other fluffy ponies. some of them try to get you to go with them but mama likes it here
- >she says there’s plenty of grassies and flowers and fresh water
- >mama is smart. you listen to her.
- >today you saw a big handsome colt walking around the park
- >he’s silvery white with a silver mane. you run up to him to say hello
- >”new fwen? give hugs?”
- >the colt smiles at you
- >”fwens. give big huggies.”
- >you hug each other. he smells really good. his fluff is very warm. he’s taller than you, almost twice your size.
- >mama comes waddling up behind you
- >”fwuffy be cawefuwl wound new ponies!”
- >”mama dis new fwen!”
- >”no fwen. we go hide. too many hoomans to be out.”
- >you’re disappointed but you always listen to mama.
- >the colt looks mad.
- >”ghost wan give huggies to filly.”
- >”nuu! you go way!”
- >mama leads you away, back to your hole
- >Ghost chases after you. he jumps up on his back legs and kicks mama with his front legs!
- >boo boo juice comes out of mama’s nose and she falls on her side, crying
- >you try to get her to stand up, nuzzling her belly.
- >”mama! mama! dun be huwty! pwease get up!”
- >you realize that Ghost is standing behind you, nuzzling the fluff of your special place
- >you start to turn to say something and all of a sudden he’s on top of you!
- >”nuu! dun wike! mama! mama pwease hewp!”
- >mama still lays on the ground, trying to stand. she seems shaky and can’t hear you
- >you feel a searing pain in your special place. it’s hot and wet.
- >Ghost is holding you down. your face grinds into the grass so you can’t scream
- >”ork ork ork ghost give you the SPECIAL HUGS, baby! YEAH!”
- >suddenly he grunts and you feel your belly get warm from the inside
- >Ghost climbs off you. he gives mama another kick and waddles away
- >you cuddle with mama, crying. it takes her a while to stand up but finally she seems okay
- >”sowwy… babeh… sowwy… bad fwuffy… huwt mama head. cant fink so good.”
- >you and mama go back down into your hole and hug each other for a long time
- >your special place and poopie place are sticky and sore
- >it takes a while before the hurt goes away
- >after several days, you notice your belly is getting bigger
- >you don’t want mama to get mad for you eating too much so you don’t tell her
- >a few days later, your belly is so big your legs barely touch the ground.
- >mama looks at you sadly.
- >”babeh… fwuffy… you have babehs soon.”
- >”buh? fwuffy no unnastan.”
- >”bad fwuffy give you babehs. you make babehs soon.”
- >”fwuffy dun no wha mama sayin.”
- >you really don’t. babies? what babies? Ghost didn’t put babies inside you. he put his special thing in you.
- >mama sighs and takes you out of the hole. it’s night time and the humans are all gone but there are bright lights all around
- >”mama show you.”
- >you follow mama across to the other side of park. there’s a big bush there.
- >she crawls under the bush and shows you a hole next to it. she taps on the hole with her hoof
- >you hear a fluffy’s voice
- >”wha fwuffy wan?”
- >”dis wemonade fwom odda side of pawk. can bwing fiwwy to see?”
- >”okay bwing fiwwy.”
- >mama nuzzles you to go down into the hole. Lemonade? You didn’t know she had a real name.
- >it’s darker and dirtier than your own hole. but there’s a soft bed of grassies and leaves on the ground
- >curled up in the middle of the nest is an orange fluffy mare. she looks a lot like mama.
- >”wha wemonade and fiwwy wan?”
- >”haff babehs yet?”
- >”vewwy… vewwy soon.”
- >”wemonade and babeh hewp okay?”
- >”tankoo fo hewp wiff babehs.”
- >mama gives the orange fluffy hugs and lays next to her for a long time. you get bored but if you talk or move she shushes you
- >you can see light coming down into the hole now. it’s the next day.
- >the mare starts to grunt and pant. her tongue hangs out and she rolls onto her side.
- >”babehs… babehs come.”
- >you still don’t understand until…
- >you see a baby fluffy get pushed out of the orange fluffy’s special place
- >the mare cries from the pain and keeps panting
- >the tiny foal plops into the nest. its eyes are closed. it starts chirping.
- >your mama gingerly picks up the foal by its neck and places it near the orange mare’s head
- >she licks it clean and places it near one of her swollen teats.
- >the mare grunts again and another foal comes out. then another.
- >four in all. four mewling, chirping little blind things
- >she cleans them all and makes them take turns sucking on her sore, swollen teats
- >”tankoo fo hewp wiff babehs”
- >mama gives her a hug and leads you out of the hole
- >you understand now. but you don’t like it.
- >”mama… mama… i haff babehs? like dat?”
- >”bad fwuffy giff you babehs. you haff soon.”
- >”NUU! DUN WUN! NUUUUU!”
- >you run back to your own hole and cover yourself with your blankie. it’s a little soft cloth mama gave you right after you were born
- >mama waddles up to you
- >”fwuffy mus haff babehs.”
- >”dun wan! nevah wan!”
- >”bad fwuffy giff babehs. no you fawlt. but mus haff dem.”
- >”NUU! NUU WANN!”
- >you cry under your blankie for a while. mama leaves you alone.
- >a couple of days later you feel a bad hurt in your special place and your poopie place
- >you gasp from the pain and fall down, laying on your side. you start to pant
- >you feel your muscles contracting, pushing something out
- >it’s like having a big poopie but lower down
- >mama sits patiently nearby
- >you hear something plop onto the leaves on the floor of your home. mama picks it up and places it near your head
- >it’s a little yellow baby, the same color as mama
- >”wick babeh cwean.”
- >”dun wan!”
- >”be good mama. wick babeh.”
- >you sob softly to yourself and start to lick the baby clean. the taste makes you want to vomit
- >you close your eyes and try to finish as best you can.
- >the little foal starts to chirp.
- >”babeh hungwy. put on teat.”
- >”nuu! my miwlk! not fo babeh!”
- >”give to babeh. be good mumma.”
- >you silently pick up the foal by the back of its neck. you must have bitten too hard because it starts to cry and squeal
- >”be gentah wiff babeh.”
- >you plop the baby at one of your teats. it latches on and sucks hungrily.
- >you turn away. you don’t want to see it.
- >”mama go get fwesh fwowahs to eat. be wight back. take cawe of babehs.”
- >”okay mama.”
- >you feel the pressure again and something else plops out of you
- >you lean over… it’s a silver colt. just like its father. like the bad fluffy that gave you the bad hurt
- >just like it’s father. a bad fluffy.
- >you feel anger building inside you. like nothing you’ve felt before.
- >you didn’t want special hugs. you just wanted a new friend. he took advantage of you.
- >he gave you the bad hurt. he made you have babies you didn’t want.
- >he was a bad fluffy.
- >this foal is just like him. bad.
- >you lean over and grab the foal by its neck. you swing it back and forth, bashing it against the walls
- >the little foal screeches and chirps.
- >”yeep! yeep! yeep!”
- >the other foal, frightened by the noise, tightens its grip on your teat and starts sobbing
- >you finally throw the silver foal on the ground and manage to stand up.
- >the foal is really hurt. you bring your hoof down on its tiny head, killing it.
- >your legs are wobbly but you remain standing. you feel the foal sucking on your teat fall off
- >it crawls around in the leaves, searching for you blindly. it chirps, hoping you respond.
- >you have only one response. you start stomping on it with your front hooves
- >the foals screams loudly and cries but after a few whacks it’s dead like its sibling
- >you feel a bad hurt from your special place again but you must get out
- >you don’t want to be in the hole any more. it’ll remind you of the babies you didn’t want.
- >you crawl out of the hole, your special place stinging.
- >mama waddles up to you, dropping the bundle of flowers in her mouth.
- >”nuu! dun come owtside! babehs need mama! bebehs…”
- >”babehs dead. nuu wann, tol yu dat.”
- >you squeeze your eyes in pain and feel your muscles pushing at your special place
- >another foal is trying to come out but it’s stuck
- >you feel its tiny legs against the sensitive skin of your special place
- >it mews… struggling to get out
- >mama goes around behind you and pulls the foal out with her mouth
- >”cwean babeh.”
- >you lean over, as if to clean the baby, but instead grab it by its neck… biting as hard as you can
- you smash the baby against the hard stone of the big round thing
- >”nuu! why huwt babehs! yu bad fwuffy!”
- >”NUU! ghost was bad fwuffy! gave speshal hugs! gave babehs! I DUN WUN BABEHS!”
- >you bring a hoof down on the dead body of your foal causing a little blood to spray from its mouth and nose
- >you mama wet it happen. you wet ghost give bad hugs. now fwuffy weave! nu come back!”
- >”pwease dun weave! is dangerwous! hoomans bad! offa fwuffies bad!”
- >”everyone bad. mama bad, too. you bad, I bad.”
- >you wander away. you don’t know if you’ll find a place to live or even if you’ll find food or water
- >but you won’t stay here any more
- >mama watches you leave silently, tears welling up in her eyes.
- >”goodbye babeh. mama wuv you.”
- >you disappear into the distance. free, independent. with no babies that you never wanted.
- >you may be a bad mama but you’re a good fluffy and that’s all you ever wanted to be.
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