Buttercup was sooooo happy! She had been a bit scared when her new daddy had picked her up from the big farm. He was bigger than any other human she’d ever seen before, and didn’t smell so pretty, but he was her new daddy and she loved him. Even better, he told her she was going to be allowed to have BABIES! The old daddy at the farm had said no babies, and even had a wall between the boy fluffies and the girl fluffies. She even got the sorry stick after they found her trying to dig a hole under the fence. But that didn’t matter any more as her new daddy said she could have all the babies she wanted!
The safe room her daddy had put her in wasn’t nearly as big as the large yard she was formerly allowed to roam in, but it was a small price to pay for babies. Buttercup was on her best behavior, making good poopies, eating all her kibble, and practicing singing to her babies. She was going to be the bestest mommy ever! Her daddy was excited too, telling her he was picking out the best stud for her, whatever a stud was.
Then one day, her daddy took her to the park where they met some nice men! They looked at her pretty white fluff, checked her teeth, even looked at her special place, (Which she didn’t like but stayed quiet to make daddy happy.) The men talked with daddy for a bit, then made him draw something on a weird piece of paper, then brought out the most handsomest stallion Buttercup had ever seen! They said his name was Phoebus, and he was sooooo pretty! He had white fluff like her and a shiny yellow mane and a pretty horn! He was nice and played huggy tag with her while daddy talked more with the other men, then when she got too tired to run anymore he cuddled with her! He was going to be the best special friend ever!
Then her daddy had taken her home before she could even get special huggies! Daddy told her it today was just a “meet and greet,” which she didn’t understand but accepted it. Daddy did know best after all. So she ate her kibble, played with her blockies, and waited. And waited, and waited. After soooo many forevers, daddy said today she could have special huggies! Buttercup was soooo excited she nearly made happy peepees on the floor!
After a quick trip to the litterbox daddy bundled her into her carry box and they drove off in daddys metal monster, which usually scared her but she was so preoccupied with her baby fever that she hardly noticed the monster’s rumbling tummy. They arrived at the biggest housie place Buttercup had ever seen! Her daddy called it a “Hoe-tew.” He carried her into a small room that gave her a weird feeling in her tummy, then down a hallway with more doors than she could count on her hooves! Daddy stopped at a door, pulling a plastic card from his pocket. Even before they entered the room she could smell another fluffy inside. Phoebus and his daddy were inside!
Daddy placed her on the big beddie place with Phoebus and went into the other room with Phoebus’ daddy, and she cuddled with the stallion for a bit before he climbed on her back and gave her special huggies! It hurt a bit but it was a small price for babies. As Phoebus squealed “GOOD FEEEEEWS!” Buttercup felt a warm, instinctual rush that told her she was pregnant. She had squealed in happiness so loud both daddies ran into the room! Once she had explained she was pregnant they had both congratulated her and daddy took her home. Apparently Phoebus wasn’t going to be her special friend, which gave her so many heart hurties, but nothing that babies couldn’t fix.
The pregnancy was boring, and after the second week she couldn’t really move anymore, so daddy put her in a special bed with a litterbox attached so she could make good poopies even without getting up to do so, which was good because her tummy was soooo big and full of babies it dragged on the ground when she walked and it hurt. Daddy told her it would be about another three weeks before she gave birth. And while she didn’t know what a week was exactly, daddy said it would be over before she knew it. So for now, she just played with her blockies, ate her kibble, and sang loudly so her tummy babies could hear it too.
Then one day, she woke up as usual to feel the worstest feeling in her tummy, like she needed to make the biggest poopies she’d made in her entire life! Almost involuntarily she screamed, “BIGGEST POOPIES!” Which made her daddy come running in. He told her the bestest news ever, the babies were coming! Daddy was smiling at first, but his smile faded as each new baby came out. First was a brown pointy baby with a yellow mane, then a yellow no pointy baby with a brown mane, then a brown pointy baby with a brown mane, and finally a yellow wingy baby with a green mane! They were the most beautiful babies Buttercup had ever seen!
Daddy was upset for some reason, saying some bad no no words and even though she told him not to say them in front of the babies, he shouted them even louder, causing the babies make bad scaredy poopies, which made daddy swear even louder, causing Buttercup to also make bad scaredy poopies, to which daddy had shouted “FUCK” and stormed out of the safe room, slamming the door with a loud bang. Buttercup could see she’d have to teach him how to act around babies.
It took her a while to calm down her babies and give them licky cleans, especially with daddy yelling at his talkie-box in the living room. It took him a long time before he came back in. She proudly tried to introduce her babies, but he put a hand on her head and told her her babies were all REAAAALY sick, and if she didn’t let daddy take them they’d get forever sleepies. She’d cried and cried, begging daddy to not take them, even trying to give him sorry hoofsies! He got really angry and gave her the worstest hurties with the sorry stick, and put the babies in a box and took them away.
Buttercup cried a lot after that. She knew daddy only wanted the best for her, and she was being bad and selfish, not just to daddy but also to her babies! It gave her the worstest heart hurties she’d ever had. Then daddy told her that she could always have new babies. It took a while before she was ready to try again.
When she was finally ready, daddy took her to a not so pretty looking housie, and brought her in to meet a wingy fluffy named Teddy, who had the prettiest white fluff she’d ever seen, even prettier than Phoebus’s fluff had been! He wasn’t as nice as Phoebus was, and after daddy gave some paper to Teddy’s daddy, the other fluffy pushed her down and gave her special huggies. They weren’t bad special huggies, just not as good as Phoebus’s special huggies. After Teddy was done her daddy took her home in the metal monster, with Buttercup singing new mommy songs to her new set of tummy babies.
The pregnancy had gone much the same, with her daddy checking on her often, even giving her owwies with a metal poky thing, which he said was to make sure she had the bestest babies possible. He didn’t let her play with blockies anymore, instead letting her watch all the FluffTV she wanted! Her favorite show used to be “Babbehs!” but watching that gave her heart hurties now. “Wheel of Nummies” was still good though.
Then one night she woke up, and she felt the same bad tummy owwies that told her she was going to have her babies again. “BIGGEST POOPIES!” The scream brought daddy running in. His smile again darkened with each baby, all of them a deep brown like her old mummah. Her daddy was ANGRY! Angrier than she’d ever seen him before. When she asked him what was wrong, he shouted at her that her babies were all “Ugly, shit colors that you have to pay people to take off your hands.”
This gave Buttercup the worstest heart hurties. How could he call these babies poopie colored babies? In her opinion they were far closer to the color of chocolate nummies than poopies.
“I spent five hundred dollars on you, and you cant even have a litter of foals that doesn’t look like it dropped out the ass of a fucking horse? You cant even produce a single foal that looks like you? What the fuck is the point of having you then?” He had screamed while sorry sticking her, harder than he had ever done before. She didn’t know what she’d even done wrong. Was having “poopie” babies wrong? Was it because she made scaredy poopies when he began shouting? Was not having babies that looked like her wrong? Was it because her foals made bad poopies because she screamed? She passed out before daddy could tell her what she did wrong.
When she woke up the babies were gone. She tried to cry, but she had to drink her full bowl of water before she had enough liquid in her body to cry again. Daddy walked into the room angrily. “Last chance Buttercup. If your next litter doesn’t have at least one good color in it you’re out.” Buttercup began to sob. “Buh daddeh, wut am good cowor?” Her daddy angrily grabbed a mirror, placing it in front of her. “Here, look, you are a good color. Any baby who doesn’t look like you isn’t a good color.” He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a loud BANG!
He returned later, followed by a man carrying a white fluffy. It wasn’t nearly as pretty as Teddy or Phoebus, he was big and looked mean! She most certainly didn’t want to have special huggies with him, but her daddy told her it was either she let this fluffy have special huggies or he’d take her leggies and then let the fluffy have special huggies. So she agreed, but she most certainly wasn’t happy about it, sullenly sobbing as the other fluffy mounted her.
This time she didn’t get any sketties during the pregnancy, even though she told daddy multiple times that only the bestest nummies make the bestest babies. Instead she only got the plain old ‘special kibble’ that tasted like grass nummies from back on the farm. She was still allowed to watch FluffTV, and even though she used to love it, it just didn’t bring her the happiness it used to.
After many, many forevers of eating, pooping, and watching FluffTV, she gave birth. Daddy had screamed so loud and hit her so hard she didn’t remember most of the night. When she woke up, she was outside in the city, in a box with some funny writing on it that, had she been able to read and recognize the handwriting, probably would have devastated her. But she was already devastated. She knew, deep down, that daddy wasn’t coming back. He wouldn’t want a dummy fluffy who couldn’t make good babies.
She wandered around the streets for a long time, eating bitter grass nummies, drinking yucky water, and shivering as cold wind found its way through her puffy fluff and onto her delicate skin. She wandered around like this for so many bright times, sleeping in alleyways and under trees, occasionally catching the scent of a herd, only to lose it as a metal monster roared past her, belching black smoke into her already dirty fluff.
Finally, as she was walking down a street, she caught a whiff of a herd very, very close by, following it to an alleyway behind a fast food joint. She was greeted by a friendly purple fluffy with a neon blue mane. “Hewwo nyu fwiend, wanna join Poptawt’s hewd?”
The other fluffies had cried with her as she told her story, showering her with hugs and love as she cried with them. She was quickly inducted into the herd and given some cold french fries to eat. After so many bitter grass nummies and so much yucky water, they were the most delicious thing she could ever remember having, (Besides sketties of course.)
The herd was sooooo nice! They played with her, helped her get good nummies, and the fluffpile at night was the bestest bed she’d ever slept in! But even through all this, she missed her daddy. Sure he was a bit angry at times, but that was because she had poopie babies. Daddy only wanted the best for her and she had let him down. And while she loved the herd, she missed her daddy just as much, if not more. But he didn’t want her anymore.
One day, Poptart asked if she wanted to be his special friend. Of course, she said yes, she had never had a special friend who wasn’t just there for special huggies. She enjoyed cuddling with Poptart, he was the best at snuggling, WAAAY better then Phoebus or Teddy, and he even brought her something called a burger, which was even MORE delicious than french fries. Pretty soon she had swelled to the point she was just about ready to pop. And she did, in the figurative sense.
Her screams of “BIGGEST POOPIES!” woke the whole herd, he special friend scrambling to move her over to the dedicated litterbox before the most experienced mother in the group, a feral born named Cumstain by a malicious teenager, informed Poptart that the babies were coming!
The first to come out was a drab olive brown with a yellow mane, then came a solid brown pegasus, followed by a blue and brown unicorn. Then out came the perfect baby. A pegasus. White, with a pale yellow mane, a filly. Just like her.
Buttercup was ecstatic! Daddy would surely take her back now! Scooting the brown pegasus aside, she let the white baby begin to suckle. The pegasus, its meal ended far to early, began to peep and chirp in distress. “Quiet poopie babbeh, sissy dwinkin wight nao.” The pegasus gorged itself on milk before delatching with an audible pop, Buttercup lifting the contentedly peeping foal into a hug.
Poptart walked up to Buttercup, both confused and worried. “Why tweat white babbeh diffwent fwom odda babbehs?” The mare turned to speak to Poptart in a patronizing tone. “Siwwy Poptawt, dun you know dat daddehs hate da poopie babbehs, an onwy wike babbehs dat wook wike mummah?” Poptart was confused. He’d never really talked to his daddy about babies, and he and Buttercup were the only two runaways of the whole herd. “Buh why caww babbehs poopie? Babbehs no am poopies!” Buttercup sighed as though she was speaking to a child, which technically she was. “Dey am poopie because dey am cowor of poopies. Daddeh say nu one wan poopie babbehs, onwy wan pwetty babbehs.”
As Poptart sat back, trying to think of a rebuttal, Buttercup cradled the white filly in her arms. Just wait until she finds daddy, he’d surely take her back in. Her, her special friend, AND her bestest babbeh.
