Nobody noticed when Alex came home a few hours later. It was dark, but that wasn’t important. As far as Mom cared, the only child that mattered was already safe, sleeping where she always did, in bed next to Mom.
Alex crept past their room, past her own room, and went towards Baby’s room. There was a bed in there, along with all of Baby’s toys, but Mom would never dream of letting Baby sleep on her own, and Baby had such terrible tantrums whenever she was by herself for more than ten seconds.
Meaning Baby’s room was completely empty.
Alex slipped inside Baby’s room and went over to the TV. It was fairly flashy model, only the best for mama’s best child of course, but fortunately Mom herself was something of a moron when it came to how machines worked.
Alex, being a young person in the modern world, knew exactly how it worked.
She dug into her pocket and took out a USB stick, loaded onto which was something Nelson had found for her. She knew exactly what it was, and smirked as she plugged it into the back of the TV. All it contained was a video file… a particularly long video file, but just a video, nothing else.
Alex left Baby’s room, leaving the door just as she’d found it, and slipped into her own bed.
She could barely sleep. For the first time in her entier life, she was actually excited to spend a day looking after Baby.
The next morning came soon enough. It was a Friday, Alex went to school, handed in her homework, and then spent the rest of the day eagerly waiting to get home. Most days, she tried to stay in school as long as possible, writhing in her seat as the seconds ticked away and she would be forced to go home to her miserable life.
Today, it was the complete opposite. She was itching to get home, to the point that when the bell finally rang, she was the first out of the door and practically sprinted home.
She just couldn’t wait!
“Alex? I didn’t expect you home so early.” Mom said, as Alex burst in through the door.
“Yeah, well… I was thinking about what you said.” Alex replied, dumping her backpack by the door. “And you were right. Baby is important to this family, we should be taking care of her. You’ve got your shift tonight, I figured I ought to get home so someone’s here to look after her.”
Mom beamed at her.
“I’m glad you’re finally coming around!” She said, ushering Alex through to Baby’s room. As per usual, toys were everywhere, as were dirty dishes, and smudged food stains were not only all over the carpeted floor, but also all over Baby’s fluff.
She let out a sickening belch as Alex walked in.
“DUMMEH SISSY! YOO WATE!” Baby snapped. Alex was actually earlier than she’d ever been before, but according to Baby, she was always late.
“Whoops, my bad.” Alex muttered, walking in and smiling. Minutes later Mom came in, kissed Baby goodbye right in her fat food-smeared face, muttered something to Alex about dinner being in the oven, and then headed out for her job.
At last, Alex was alone with Baby.
Baby was slumped in her beanbag, same as usual. She had long since lost the ability to walk, so she just remained slumped in her sweat and urine soaked beanbag until she wanted to be moved, which resulted in either Mom or Alex (usually Alex) having to heave up the bloated, obese burden that was Baby and carry her over to wherever she wanted to be.
But today, that wasn’t going to happen. Alex and Nelson’s plan was ready to go.
“DUMMEH SISSY!” Baby shrieked, thrashing her tiny front hooves around as best she could. “BABBEH WAN WATCH TEEBEE!!!”
“Sure thing, Baby.” Alex said, picking up the remote and switching the TV on. It blipped into life, but Baby’s beanbag was turned away from the screen. While she was unable to see, Alex opened a menu and clicked over to the USB stick that was still inserted into the back of the set. She opened it, saw the video file Nelson had prepared for her, and clicked on it.
The screen burst into life… and played some regular rerun footage of FluffTV. Nothing special, nothing scary, nothing unusual at all.
No, that came later.
“HEY! STOOPID DUMMEH! BABBEH NU CAN SEE TEEBEE!” Baby shrieked, thrashing around again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me help you with that, Jabba.” Alex muttered, grabbing a corner of the filthy beanbag and wrenching it around, spinning it on the carpet to leave Baby facing the TV screen.
Immediatley Baby was enraptured. Alex had enjoyed these moments, the TV was hypnotising to Baby. As long as it played something she was interested in, which was virtually anything on FluffTV, she was happy to sit silently for a while.
Then, after fifteen minutes of regular programming filched from FluffTV’s archives, it happened.
The program ended, and the announcer’s voice came on.
“Wewcome back to Fwuff-Teebee!” It said in a high-pitched sing-songy voice. “Nao, fow a speshul tweat, we hab a vewy speshul eppy-sode of ‘Babbehs’!”
“‘Babbehs’?” Baby snorted. “Dummeh babbehs, wha speshul 'bout dem? Nu wan watch dis.”
Alex ignored her as the program began.
“HEY DUMMEH SISSY! BABBEH BOWED! NU WAN WATCH DIS!!!”
Alex continued to ignore her. Just a few more seconds…
The screen showed a male and a female fluffy, helpfully designated by the male being blue and the female being pink (albeit a lighter, less eyesore pink than Baby’s own neon-colored coat).
“Dis a boy fwuffeh!” The narrator sang, as an arrow pointed at the blue one. “And dis a giwl fwuffeh!” Another arrow, at the pink one this time. “And nao, dey gonna make babbehs!”
“DUMMEH SISSY WISTEN T-”
Baby stopped screaming.
“Make babbehs?” She said quietly. Evidently she had never quite thought about that before, but like all living beings, the instinctive desire to procreate was buried deep inside her flab-coated brain, lying dormant under demands for cake and toys and TV…
Now it was time for it to awaken.
The video on the screen cut to a sideways shot of the pink fluffy, as the male blue one readied himself behind her, hopping up on her back with his front legs and positioning himself at her rear.
Alex peeked over at Baby, who was watching the screen, utterly transfixed, and moreso than usual with regular TV. Her eyes were wide, her pupils were motionless, and her mouth was slightly open.
“Time fow make babbehs, wif speshul-huggies!” The narrator sang.
“Speshul… huggies…” Baby whispered to herself, her legs twitching slightly. Somewhere, deep, deep inside her heart, a tiny spark of desire had been ignited, and was fighting it’s way through the rest of her body.
With a gratuitous close-up shot of the male’s penis, he suddenly thrust into the female, the camera not letting a single detail go unseen. Alex started to feel slightly ill, but she powered through. This was going to be worth it when it came to what she and Nelson had planned out for Baby.
The video, Nelson had told Alex the day before, was a product designed to help fluffy ponies mate. He had begun attempting to explain what that meant until Alex pointed out that she had been on the internet since she was five and had already had sex-ed in school. Nelson was then able to, gratefully, move on without any further detail being required.
He explained that the video was marketed to breeders and owners who needed their fluffies to mate, even if the fluffies themselves showed no interest in it. Not only would it provide them with the basic information of what to do, but it was also shot and edited in such a way as to provide intimate close-ups of every fold of skin, every droplet of liquid, a clear recording of every sound.
In very basic, super simple Layman’s terms… it was fluffy pony porn, video-footage edited and designed with the specific intent of driving fluffy ponies into a state of arousal.
For humans, it held little value, not even for educational purposes. But for fluffy ponies… it was something else altogether.
“Enf enf enf enf enf!” The male fluffy squeaked as he thrust into the pink fluffy.
“Enf… enf… enf…” Baby whispered, her mouth hanging fully open, her rear legs kicking uselessly from within her bloated bulk.
“GUD FEEWS!!!”
“Gud… feews…”
The male then pulled out of the female, exhausted, and waddled away with a staggering step.
“Nao dah giwl fwuffeh gun’ hab babbehs! Ya-a-ay, babbehs!” The narrator announced.
“Babbehs…” Baby whispered again, a small trickle of drool falling out of her mouth and drooping down to the filthy carpet.
“Nao, wet’s see it again fwom dah stawt!” The narrator said, as the footage started over from the beginning, with the blue fluffy mounting the pink one. The footage itself only lasted a minute at the most, but it played on repeat to total thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes of nonstop fluffy pony fucking, with all the sounds and sights that made it so damn appealing to them. Again, Alex was struggling to get through it, but the plan she and Nelson had devised was perfect.
Finally, after thirty minutes, the ‘program’ drew to a close.
“Dat’s aww fow today, fank yoo fow watchin’!” The narrator sang as the video blinked off. After which, thanks to Nelson’s seamless editing skills, the regular stream of FluffTV programming continued.
To anyone, human or fluffy alike, it would look as though FluffTV had just aired graphic animal sex on daytime television. Only Alex (and Nelson) knew the truth, that they had put together a doctored stream of rerun footage for Baby to watch.
But it had done it’s job regardless. Alex looked over at Baby, who was still staring at the TV, hind legs still kicking, drool still oozing out of her mouth, as she babbled quietly to herself.
“Wan enfies… wan speshul-huggies… wan enfies… nu wan dummeh babbehs… wan enfies… wan speshul-huggies… wan speshul-fwiend…”
Alex smiled, and left to go and heat up her dinner.
Only six more hours until Mom got back.
“Baby, Mom’s home!” Mom announced as soon as she stepped in the door.
“MUMMAH! MUMMAH COME TO BABBEH! HUWWY!!!” Babbeh squealed and squeaked. Mom bolted into Baby’s room, still wearing her raincoat, worried sick something had happened to her… but what she found was Alex and Baby playing with blocks together.
“What is it?! What’s wrong?! Alex, what did you do?!” Mom snapped. Alex didn’t respond, she didn’t need to. Baby was going to talk instead.
“MUMMAH! BABBEH WAN HAB SPESHUL-HUGGIES!”
Mom was taken aback for a moment.
“Spuh… ‘special-huggies’?” She repeated, before finally remembering what that meant. “Oh! Oh, oh no! No no no, Baby, you’re too young for that!”
“NU DUMMEH! AM GWOWN-UP FWUFFEH! WAN SPESHUL-HUGGIES, WAN ENFIES, MAKE NO-NOS FEEW GUD… WIF GUD FEEWS!!!”
“Oh, that’s so adorable, but no Baby, you’re only a… well, a baby!”
“Actually, mom…” Alex interjected, as they both turned to stare at her. “She’s not. She’s a fluffy pony, they grow to adulthood in about 2 years. Baby’s an adult, this is normal for her at this age.”
“SEE?! DUMMEH SISSY WISTEN TO BABBEH, DUMMEH MUMMAH!” Baby snapped at them both. “NAO BABBEH WAN ENFIES! WAN SOME GU-U-UD ENFIES IN BABBEH’S NO-NOS!!!”
Mom was torn.
She didn’t have it in her to deny her beloved Baby anything she wanted… but on the other hand, she was only a BABY!!! Okay, so maybe she was an adult by fluffy pony standards, but that didn’t matter! What mattered was that she was her baby, and that was never going to change, no matter how old she got!
“No.” Mom said. It was the first time she’d ever said such a word to Baby. “No, I’m sorry Baby, but you cannot have special-huggies. You’re too young for that.”
Baby was aghast. She had, never once in her life, been denied anything by Mom.
So she did what she did whenever she wanted anything… she threw a tantrum.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DUMMEH MUMMAH NU WISTEN TO BABBEH! NU WUB BABBEH NU MOWE! MUMMAH HATE BABBEH! NU WET BABBEH HAB SPESHUL-HUGGIES!!!”
Of course, this was more than enough to pull at Mom’s heart-strings.
“Of course I love you, Baby!” She insisted, wrapping her arms around Baby’s pudging neck and cuddling her close. “Of course I do!”
“DEN WHY NU WET BABBEH HAB SPESHUL-HUGGIES?! WAN’ SPESHUL-HUGGIES! WAN’ ENFIES! WAN’! WAN’ WAN’ WAN’!!!”
“B-because you’re just… too young…” Mom argued, her resolve weakening further and further with every howl and shriek from Baby.
“WA-A-A-A-AH!!!” Baby sobbed. “NU FAIW! WAN ENFIES! BABBEH’S NO-NOS WAN ENFIES NAO! MUMMAH WOWSTEST MUMMAH EBAH! MUMMAH NEBAH WET BABBEH DO ANYFIN! MUMMAH HATE BABBEH, SO BABBEH HATE MUMMAH!!!”
Alex slipped out while they were still fighting, barely able to keep the smile off of her face.
It had been so simple.
As she had told Nelson, her mother genuinely seemed to think that Baby was her own actual child, her own spawn, a neon pink foal that had apparently plopped out of her own barren cunt. As such, she was treating it like a real baby… well, a spoiled baby but a real one nonetheless. She was only about 2 years old, that was a perfectly acceptable age to still be shitting yourself and crying when you wanted attention.
But fluffy ponies are not humans, they age differently. A 2 year old human was an infant, a 2 year old fluffy pony was nearly a full grown adult. And adults have certain wants and needs that they will seek to fulfill.
With Nelson providing the doctored footage and the USB, Alex had successfully alerted Baby to her own reproductive system, and was now basking in the fallout as Mom attempted to tell Baby ‘no’ for the first time in her life.
She was snapped out of her thinking by a very specific set of words she’d learned to listen for.
“BABBEH GIB YOO WOWSTEST POOPIES!”
“No, Baby, please don-”
“HURK! ERK! HRRRRRNGG!”
Alex heard another violent ripping sound as she saw Mom dash out of Baby’s room, slamming the door shut behind her, a look of absolute anguish on her face.
“Alex… what happened…?” Mom asked her, quietly. “Baby was so gentle, so sweet, she was my little baby, and now… now she wants to… to have… have S-E-X! What in god’s name happened to her?!”
Alex shrugged.
“I’ve no idea. We were watching TV together while you were out, just FluffTV, the normal stuff, then an episode of ‘Babies’ came on.”
“‘Babies’?”
“Yeah, ‘Babies’. Y’know, the show all about the babies?” Alex elaborated. “Anyway, it came on and Baby just got really into it. Then she started saying she wanted to have babies, I just kept out of it.”
“She… from watching… I don’t…” Mom babbled, reaching for an empty mug with a trembling hand.
“What’re you gonna do, mom?” Alex asked as Mom filled her mug with water from the kitchen faucet, eagerly waiting to see what happened next.
“I… I don’t know.” Mom said, wandering down towards her room, past Baby’s door, through which they could both hear Baby continuing to scream and shriek and wail and cry.
"DUMMEH MUMMAH, BABBEH WAN HAB ENFIES! NAO BABBEH WOOM SMEWWY! DUMMEH MUMMAH GIB BABBEH WIPEYS! DUMMEH SISSY, BABBEH NEE’ WIPEYS! …WHY NUBODY WISTENIN’ TO BABBEH?! BABBEH NEE’ WI-I-I-IPE-E-E-EYS! DUMMEHS WISTEN TO BABBEH, BABBEH IMPOWTANT! BABBEH NEE’ WIPEYS NAO! NAO NAO NAO!!!"
Alex, following suit, ignored Baby entirely and went to bed. The violent tantrum lasted for another hour before Baby finally tired herself out and fell asleep in an exhausted, sweat-soaked heap slumped across her beanbag.
Alex and Nelson’s plan had only just begun, but it was already having titanic impacts on the family.
Alex lay back in her bed and smiled.
It was going just as planned.
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