Back at Elizabeth’s apartment, Maybell introduced Numbus to the safe room. He loved it instantly and they started playing with all the toys immediately. Maybell almost forgot entirely about bebbehs until Dancing Alicorn Babbies came on Fluff TV again. It was a dream come true for Nimbus, he got a safe room, toys, sgettis, and best of all Maybell was nice to him unlike all the other mares he had known, a short list to be certain. She gave him huggies, played with him, and never called him ugly. She had convinced herself it was a pretty gray like mummah’s eyes.
Elizabeth was making spaghetti to celebrate the arrival of a new fluffy when she noticed a suspicious lack of noise coming from the safe room down the hall. “Maybell, are you okaaay?” She called out. “Am otay, juss makin speciaw huggies!” Elizabeth dropped the ladle she was holding and sprinted down the hallway. She had forgotten to tell them to wait till they were fully grown. As she tripped over the toddler gate in the doorframe, she saw them. Both sitting upright and hugging each other normally with their front hooves tightly. “Oh thank god!”
“Wuh mattah mummah?” Nimbus asked. “Oh nothing my sweeties.” She would never say it, or even think the words, but was happy they were too retarded for their own good at this exact moment. “Those are just regular huggies.” Maybell tilted her head. “Buh dey am huggies wid speciaw fwen. Dat am speciaw huggies!”
Elizabeth wasn’t going to explain the birds and the bees to them just yet if they didn’t know since the fluffy raising guides explained that even the most obedient fluffies were known to break every rule and even run away to make special hugs. “Those are regular huggies, special huggies are something different. I’ll tell you when you are old enough to be mommies and daddies. But till then, no special huggies. Ok?”
When she came back to get them for dinner they were sitting away from each other looking sad. It took a lot of effort to explain that they were allowed to hug, just not special hug. They still didn’t understand, and she had to kind of explain that special hugs involved their special places and that as long as they were good fluffies who waited until they were allowed to make special hugs she would reward them with spaghetti and let them make regular hugs in the meantime.
The weekend ended and she returned to work Monday. As promised she didn’t come back till dark times but an autofeeder in the safe room kept them supplied with kibble throughout the day. She sprung for the deluxe model that held more than enough food for a week, not that she needed it since she topped it off every day.
She worked as a secretary at a law firm, long hours were not a stranger to her, and it was easy enough to pick up overtime. She backed off long hours because of stress and this had effectively frozen her career, shortly after, she adopted Maybell.
On weekends she would spend the whole day with her two alicorns, taking them to the park, making them sgettis, watching movies on her couch with her, and giving them warm baths. She listened to Maybell babble about how great all their babies were going to be describing all the different games they were going to play, songs they were going to sing, and all the good manners that all the bestest fluffies had!
Nimbus would teach them to use the litter box and how to eat solid nummies and he had won the negotiation on which parent was going to tell their foals about sgettis. Elizabeth made it clear that they couldn’t keep the foals forever but if they were good, she might let them have more litters.
Five weeks had passed, and she noticed Nimbus dry humping a huggie stuffie in his sleep. Mares could get pregnant at three months, but it was heavily recommended against. Five months was the ideal age for a mare’s first pregnancy. She weighed the options in her head, she couldn’t easily separate the two for another month. She only had the one other bedroom besides hers which was already the safe room.
If she wasn’t the world’s most cautious fluffy owner, she would have realized Nimbus could be left to run around her apartment. It was already fluffyproofed with not even a loose wire for him to gnaw on to burn the place down. She didn’t even actually need the toddler gate for the safe room since both alicorns would stay inside on command.
She knew that they would figure out what special hugs were and make them without her permission if she made them wait another month. If they broke her rules and she didn’t punish them, they would learn they could break any rule. If she let make special huggies before their instincts became uncontrollable, she would be a good mom that let them have babies early.
It would mean even more long hours to save up before the foals were born.
The next Friday after a long week of work she walked in with a big bag from fluffmart. She let her alicorns out of the safe room and called them to the couch. “Smewws wike Fwuffmawt!” Nimbus shouted. “That’s right! I decided that your bestest mommy is going to give you both a reward!”
“Wewawd!?” They both cried excitedly. “That’s right. Mommy decided you can make special hugs now.” They both tilted their heads. They knew their special places felt tingly, but they didn’t know how to make special hugs with them. “Howw?” Maybell asked. “I got a movie for you”, she reached into one of the fluffmart bags and pulled out an instructional video for fluffs, it had a film of dust on the plastic wrapper like it had sat on the shelf a long time.
They sat on the ground in front of mummahs TV as she popped the disc into the player and pressed start. A Hasbio fluff instruction video played [subject to a moronbox story later on] which began with a logo flashing before transitioning to a warning about having foals when it isn’t safe. Maybell covered her eyes as a cartoon depicted an eagle swooping down and grabbing a foal. Next it showed a video of two fluffies as the narrator explained each step.
Elizabeth and the alicorns were engrossed in the film as the camera focused on fluffy genitalia, Nimbus’ special stick slid out of its sheath and the smell drew Maybell’s attention. Soon enough she was ass up, tail cocked to the side for her special friend. Nimbus mounted her after a few desperate attempts and began thrusting.
Enf … Enf … Enf … Enf … Enf … Enf. Elizabeth was watching her two alicorns mate. A strange feeling was forming inside her as well.
“Guuud feeews!” The Stallion on the TV suddenly shouted. Maybell was alarmed by the noise and suddenly tensed up. The sudden clamping of her special place around her special friend’s no-no stick pushed him over the edge. “Guuud feeews!” Nimbus let out just a moment after the TV. As he climaxed, he let out a stream of hot liquid that Maybell could feel inside of her. She also climaxed at this moment. Both alicorns stretched out their wings in ecstasy.
The two tumble down, suddenly exhausted from their minor exertion. They look up and see mummah staring at them and are immediately washed over with a cold feeling of shame. Elizabeth collects herself and seeing the look on their face, like they had been scolded, interjects. “Good Job! You’re both such good fluffies!” This reassurance washes the shame away from their minds. “Now, only make special huggies when mommy can supervise ok?” They nodded and began to cuddle. This wasn’t for nefarious purposes, she just genuinely wanted to make sure they didn’t get injured and secretly worried if Nimbus completely understood consent.
This had, however, awoken something in Elizabeth as well. She fed them dinner and tucked them into bed before taking the instructional video to her room to play it in private. She supervised their weekend fuckfest. The alicorns skipped the park this weekend without notice. By Sunday, Maybell started babbling about feeling her tummy babies and Elizabeth was certain she was pregnant.
Next week: Mummah
Will you survive?
