Carrot & Lowell Part 1 (Captain_Emo)

”BIGGEST……POOPIES”

An exclamation to all familiar with fluffies….the sign that a dam is about to break.

And newborn foals will arrive.

A mare will always know when she’s pregnant, or having tummy babbehs, as they always say.

But they never know when they’re about to pop.

It used to be in the not-too-distant past that these things literally used to pop. They’d also give birth to a higher yield of foals from said popping.

Which would end up scattered everywhere in the room or outside…I’m not going to bullshit but it’s a messy way to give birth……

Unsurprisingly, a good few of those foals would die, but thanks to some genetic tweaking, exploding dams are now a thing of the past.

It’s an unusual feeling. A pain maybe?

No, not a hurty….poopies?! But the biggest ever!!

It’s right by Poopie place!! It has to be poopies!!

And then they pump out their foals and their bodies deflate back down to a more regular size.

Yes, the whole process stinks. That gas has to go somewhere

But they never ever know when they get the feeling of the Biggest Poopies.

Like ever.

It happens like a sudden rush of diarrhoea. Once you get the feeling, you can’t hold it and you have to go.

It’s always a surprise…and giving birth isn’t exactly a problem to them…foals literally slide out the womb.

Mares have no real cervix….and foals just fall out with barely any contractions.

And all of a sudden, they’re no longer fat, their leggies work again, the whole place no smell pretty, there’s no more tummy Babbehs……

……but there’s lots of bestest babbehs!! Ready for mummeh’s milkies and Huggies and wicky kweenies!!

Another unusual thing about mares……they can get pregnant again…straight after birth.

It’s not like they need much time to heal or whatever….

They’re literally ready to pump out more shi- I mean foals, whenever.

And it’s this feature which is taken advantage of by most Fluffy Breeders.

A constant and steady supply of foals…the most in-demand of all fluffies. From being pets to being food to being a test product.

Foals are always in demand!

Carrot was like a literal carrot. A bright tangerine orange fur and a lime green mane to contrast.

She would be just like any other fluffy if you looked at her at a glance. No special colours and nothing that would set her out from the crowd.

At least she wasn’t a shitty colour.

But a closer look at her would show that she was indeed, a very healthy fluffy.

No scars or tender parts from playing (a common problem with fluffies, they do bruise easily), her eye health showed her liver functions were healthy. Her bone structure was also very good, with strong bones (for a fluffy)…

You could definitely see Carrot was a healthy and well-cared-for mare. Her bright eyes and smile and plumpness showed her radiant glow of health.

Which was the standard here at the breeding centre.

Carrot’s mom was on her way out. A shame really, she had managed close to 50 litters. The best quality litters are always produced by a fluffy that’s between 6 months old to 3 years.

Anything over 3 years is considered geriatric for a mare such is their short lived nature. Even 2 is pushing it.

Carrot was ear-marked as the healthiest filly in the litter to take over from her.

Despite being able to pump out foals as a constant and consistent rate, the quality of the yield falters towards the end of the line.

The last three of Swedie’s litter….were pretty disappointing to say the least.

And you know what they say about 3 strikes….

Carrot had already gone through the biggest poopies before…as she had done a few times

Carrot loved babbehs!!

But most especially, she loved having tummy babbehs the most.

The Daddehs here at the breeding place always gave her the bestest nummies!

Lots and lots of nummies!!

She loved nummies so much!!

She promised her many Daddehs that she would give them all her bestest babbehs for the bestest nummies and toysies.

This was a free range breeding farm after all, the fluffies here would be treated well unlike those diseased fluffymills.

Disgusting places

A common problem for breeders, in fact anyone who has ever bred a fluffy before, is the mares’ attachment to their foals.

It’s unusual in that it feels so natural. And yet it isn’t.

Mares interestingly consider their babies like they would a possession rather than an actual child. They view being a Mummeh like being a game, the bestest game! and their babbehs like the best toysies!

They know only a few steps. They know when to give Milkies, to give licky cleanies, to give Huggies, to keep an eye on them from wandering too far.

“Babbehs are for love and play” according to a fluffy.

Is that ever enough?

The rest? The actual parenting? It’s kind of like how a child would play parent….they just don’t understand. It’s like they copy the steps of what they see, or what they’re programmed.

They don’t exactly get it, they know they should do it.

Once a foal is more grown and closer to their size, game over. That’s it. There’s no babbehs no more. They don’t even consider them their children.

Their retarded minds just aren’t capable of the truth.

Or could handle it.

You wonder why some of those feral mares look so pathetic now don’t you? There’s no illusions or anything magical outside.

So why do they seem “natural” you say, if they view the whole thing as a game.

It’s to do with what they do exactly after they give birth to their foals.

Have you ever noticed they lick their babies clean? Get their taste? This in fact is how a mare recognises a foal as her own. And how they can detect defectives. They love all of their babbehs of course, but they do know which ones are the bestest bestest

And this is how the maternal bond begins.

Mares will often cry out and wail if even one babbeh is taken, even if it’s a crappy foal.

This is especially true if they go through the maternal bonding process. Their babbehs given the licky cleanies and then their milkies.

If they don’t go through with that bond though, well they’re not exactly going to be possessive over their young. Problem solved you say?

Here at this farm though, they work a lot smarter than every other place.

Carrot had given birth to her latest litter.

6 foals. Pretty average but Carrot always gave the best she could.

And with an innocent smile on her face.

She would make the bestest babbehs for her many Daddehs

From Tummy Babbehs to the biggest poopies.

She always knew what came next, the greedy little critter.

The attendant was here most of the time keeping an eye on each mare in their pens.

All the mares had their own pens here, this was a pretty well to do place. If you were a fluffy you’d have a better existence than most of them.

They were even let out every now and then to go and stretch their legs or hug one another or play nice or whatever they do.

Rough play was strictly discouraged. Not that mares ever play roughly with each other. They’re never as energetic or as playful as males. The females are for pampering and spoiling.

Or breeding.

The attendant had felt like this was some kind of fluffy prison. He could see a lot of similarities.
He himself had been inside for petty crap before. It was never as cosy as this.

And no one wanted to kick anyone’s ass.

And everyone was pretty much happy to be here.

He wouldn’t have minded being here if all it meant was putting up with the smell of crap and bad and incessant singing.

He had been told that looking after fluffies would be easy before he got the job. But the guys who ran this place quickly pulled that rug out from under him.

“The Mares need a Strict Regime. They are not Regular Fluffies and have to be taken care of and trained how we want them to be. They’ll never be pets and will just be for breeding. Never forget it”

Carrot had already gone through her “Strict Regime” training. They’re trained from foals if they get selected to be breeding mares, to stay here.

You’d never have guessed it looking how happy she was. Apparently it’s pretty strict. They say you can’t be afraid of giving tough love to break these guys out of their programme or decoding or whatever computer laptop PC crap they talk these days.

All the breeding mares were trained to hand over their foals.

With no tears.

And to not give licky cleanies.

Or Milkies.

Very hard for a fluffy to do.

Their programming means they do it like natural straight after birth.

But training at a young age breaks the programme.

Especially when they realise there is an equivalent exchange if you hand the foals over.

“Babbehs for Sketties!!”

It helped the training a lot. It was the key to its success. Fluffies feel bad if they have to give their babbehs away. Like a toy being taken from them.

But if they got something of equal value….

Fluffies are too retarded for money but at least they could understand the concept of trade.

And Carrot looked at the attendant and smiled. “Wots o babbehs daddeh!! Cawwot wub babbehs!!”

And then she looked at him coyly

“Heeheeheehee Cn Cawwot hab Suhsee nummies Daddeh Pwee?”

The attendant made a wry smile, “only if you give me the nice Babbehs please Carrot”

And then she began to hand them over one by one, a clean basket lined with a clean blanket was ready to take them.

Why not pick them up yourself you say? It’s quicker. Fuck their feelings.

But then as the attendant remembered, if they hand them over themselves, it means that they’ve willingly made that decision and it reinforces that none of their babbehs are being taken away from them if they’re giving them to Daddeh like nicely.

Plus they get a nice treat if they do.

Almost like there’s a real choice.

Whoever thought about it was a real evil bastard. Making the fluffies do what you want without the need to abuse them to make them bend to your will.

And then Carrot let out a loud yelp!!

And began to cry and shit everywhere.

The attendant put his fingers to his nose, “Fuck me! That stinks!” He couldn’t help but let that slip out.

Thankfully she hadn’t heard him, fluffies don’t like bad language and the naughtiness of it gives them “head hurties” (yes, they really are that pussy)

She backed herself into the corner of the pen. She trembled and cowered.

“Daddeh!!! Daddeh!!! Munstah babbeh!! Munstah babbeh!!”

The fuck?

5 foals in the basket, one unaccounted for. Maybe I should take a look he thought to himself.

He took a look in the pen and-

“An alicorn foal huh……Carrot this isn’t a munstah”

“Bu bu bu-“

The attendant let out a sigh, there’s no way these things could ever be clever, does she not know how rare and valuable and special Alicorns are?

But then he remembered, they’re fluffies, always be prepared for disappointment. And then stick with the training.

“Carrot……Carrot. I want you to pass me the baby please”

“Bu-“

“No buts!! Daddeh doesn’t want to tell you off….and give you the sorry stick”

Carrot shuddered at the thought and farted. The attendant resisted the urge to put his fingers to his nose.

“So could you please pass me the babbeh? I can’t give you sushi for making bad poopies in your nice and warm pen but I won’t give you the sorry stick if you give me the Babbeh”

She had been crying throughout. And hesitant. She couldn’t look at the alicorn foal at all.

“Ye-ye yes……Daddeh”

The attendant began to wonder why they were so scared of Alicorns. It just seemed so stupid. And wasteful. He remembered that most Alicorns die young through accidents or carelessness.

If he had an alicorn of his own, the first thing that would happen is it would be sold.

And he knew he couldn’t exactly steal this thing.

Carrot’s teeth chattered and her front limbs were shaking. She was still terrified.

Despite being a tiny newborn and minutes old, Carrot was terrified of the thing she was holding, like it was the most repulsive and terrible thing to hold.

No chances. No fuck ups.

The attendant held both hands under the foal until it was in his grasp.

And then she began to calm down, breathing more deeply. Relief if ever you could see it.

Was it really that terrifying?

“Thank you Carrot. I’ll be back soon to clean your pen. I want you to think about what you’ve done making all those bad poopies.”

“Ye-yes Daddeh”

She then moved to the corner and slumped and put her hoofsies over her eyes and began to cry some more.

The attendant let out a huff. You have to have a lot of patience with these things. Another job for later.

It’s not exactly like these things learned their lessons to begin with either. She’d crap up her pen again.

She was just sad she couldn’t get her sushi. And that her pen stunk of shit.

And it was somehow not her fault.

Handing over her kids didn’t even phase her. She was expecting nummies in return. With a smile on her face too.

He then felt disgusted by that….of all the fucking things? Not even a pang of regret……but then realised they were all like that here. Why be pissed off at just her?! And it wasn’t like the owners didn’t want them to be like that either.

No wonder people didn’t stay in this job long.

He took the basket into the treatment room and the foals would be individually cleaned, inoculated and processed-

Into what you say?

None of your business

The attendant found cleaning the babbehs soothing. One of the easiest jobs here.

Sure it’s repetitive but he loved the routine.

The music went on, this pretty calming good-quality muzak, and a clean and wet flannel was used to wash the newborn scent from the Babbehs

The alicorn had been hugging its sibling in the basket until he picked it up, leaving the alicorn the last in the basket.

It chirped and chirped to express its distress. The others began to peep up too.

And then he remembered something. It came in the training manual he was given before he started working.

“If a mare gives birth to an alicorn, please call management”

It came to him all of a sudden, he’d completely forgotten about the rule up until the sight of the alicorn foal chirping.

Alicorn births are rare, but not that rare.

Think of them as like prizes in a scratch card, the better prizes are always rare but there’s a good chance you could win.

I mean, how many people do you know that have seen one or held one. They’re so rare, the basic price for a basic crappy coloured alicorn is 3 figures, usually $400. Don’t get ripped people!

The true rarest of fluffies are the dasher types and the really good coloured Alicorns.

What’s so good about alicorns anyways?

They seem more like more-costly, premium shitrats that basically do what shitrats do best?

Always remember at the end of the day, they’re fluffies.

A mantra you can repeat over and over to explain everything about them and their dumbness.

Most people just associate them with money.

The call was made….and a bemused manager suddenly became very interested. The conversation between the manager and the attendant became very energetic.

Instructions were dispatched via an email and the attendant was warned to follow the whole fucking thing.

A label was prepared with a surname, and then pinned into the newborn alicorn’s ear. It let out a high-pitched and distressed chirp. Followed by more.

It didn’t like that.

The foal was then given a quick cleaning to remove any blood and quick observations were made. Size, weight, colour. They would be reported over later.

The foal was wrapped in a handkerchief to stay warm while he dealt with the other foals in the basket.

Carrot had been sobbing away after the attendant had left. Most tantrums and tears were left to cry it out. Why give them more attention beyond the good care they already get?

She had given Daddeh all of her good babbehs!! Why couldn’t she have her sushi?!

She didn’t mean to make bad poopies!!

It was the Munstah!!

The Munstah made her have all the bad poopies!!

The injustice of it all gave her heart hurties.

She was only being a good little fluffy!! Giving her Daddeh the babbehs like all the times before.

She had balled herself in the corner facing away from her poopies. There was a lot of mess here and the smell was beginning to hurt her nose. Her neighbour, Lavender, was beginning to cry about the no pretty smell now)

“Okay Carrot, you can stop sulking now”

Carrot was startled again! She managed to keep the poopies in but let out another no pretty smell.

The attendant began to wonder if their rich diet was ever good for anyone’s sense of smell.

Carrot realised now that her Daddeh had come back for her. She began to wag her tail and looked up expectantly

“Is time for nummies Daddeh?”

Her big eyes widened, eager to see the words form on Daddehs lips to say “yes”

“Not yet, I need to take you to another place to get cleaned up Carrot. You smell like poopies”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Would she ever get her sushi? Did she really smell like poopies? She felt so sad but she had to be good for Daddeh, she responded weakly “yes daddeh”.

The fluffy was picked up and taken past the pens. She could see what some of the other mares were up to. Some were snoozing, some were eating, some were singing the tummy Babbeh song, some were even making poopies.

A lot of dams become more flatulent. The place should really come with a health and safety warning. Apparently, if they don’t fart out the gas that makes them ball up like gerbils, they explode.

Another fucking mess? Fluffies? Colour me shocked.

The attendant was certain he had seen that on South Park once.

Carrot was taken into another room. The attendant had asked the other new guy to muck out Carrot’s pen while he gave her a check up.

Carrot didn’t like the check ups. Especially the Poopie place check.

Fluffies have notoriously sensitive Poopie places. Most fluffy owners will always hear about it if there’s a problem with their asses.

Her size was worked out and some equipment was put down onto a cart.

Carrot looked on with curiosity. Some of the equipment was shiny. She asked her Daddeh if they were toys

He didn’t respond and kept his eyes firmly on the job. The instructions were pinned to the wall.

Carrot’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. Her tail was wagging throughout and she was starting to feel like she had been waiting for too long.

Even for 5 minutes it feels closer to an eternity. Fluffies are all about instant gratification, you can teach them patience but the itch feels all the same.

And then Daddeh turned around to her.

And Carrot’s eyes remained lit up wide. What it could possibly be that Daddeh has for Carrot?

“Cawwut hav toysies? Pway wi Cawwut Daddeh?”

She had seen something in his hand. It must be a new toy.

“Okay Carrot I need you to wear this for me.”

And before she could react, he had grabbed her by her mouth and gently prised her mouth open.

She tried to scream for Daddeh to stop. She didn’t like mouth hurties.

Or the thing in her mouth. A brace fitted with a particular design purpose: to keep the mouth open and to prevent the fluffy from choking.

Why would you want to keep her mouth open? Even partly?

Carrot soon found out the answer. The attendant answered it with a small modicum of amusement.

“Now Carrot, this tube is going to go down your throat to go to your tummy. We need you to make lots of good milkies.”

She couldn’t struggle. She didn’t know how to struggle or resist. She wasn’t even fastened down. It’s like most fluffies don’t know how to run away. Most of the time they’re just like a deer in the headlights.

And they expect their oppressor to just stop screwing with them because they don’t like it. They’re pretty easy to bully, let alone cruelly abuse.

She farted and shitted some more but thankfully this room would be cleaned by someone else.

She wanted to scream and cry out. She could feel the tube giving her throat hurties. She found it hard to speak. She really wanted Daddeh to stop!!

The Attendant had finally finished the job. He thought the biggest pain in the ass would be Carrot. But she took it well, he had thought. Not like she could complain or not let it happen to her.

She had a new job now. Well temporarily.

She looked thoroughly miserable after her ordeal. She couldn’t even bring her eyes up to look at Daddeh.

She didn’t like this mouth hurtie that wasn’t a nummies.

“I know you don’t like this but we need you to make the bestest milkies. This is the only way to make bestest milkies.”

She became curious.

“…milkies for your Babbeh”

And then the tears stopped. Her eyes looked right up to Daddeh. Her tail wagging with excitement.

Carrot couldn’t believe it!!

She really wanted to shout out happily and say “Daddeh tank oo fo babbeh!! Wub oo”

Despite the uncomfortable feeling in her mouth and throat from the brace and tube, she was so giddy with excitement. She sat on her rear and began to clap.

She closed her eyes and clapped and swayed. She really wanted to make a dance like she was a dancie Babbeh she was so happy.

The attendant then asked her to calm down or she wouldn’t get to see her babbeh.

The breeding farm believes in none to minimal discipline when dealing with a fluffy.

Seriously harming a mare may affect the quality of foals produced!!

No one wanted a poor quality foal. Especially from this place!!

Carrot was then rolled out of the room on the cart, a few boxes were placed underneath it. The attendant would need those soon.

She wanted to ask Daddeh but the Dummeh tube stopped her, “Was she a good fluffy? A really good fluffy if she could have her babbehs?”

She had never gave Babbehs huggies or milkies before. Babbehs were for Huggies and play!!

She couldn’t wait to give Babbehs Huggies and play!!

Carrot looked up at the Daddeh terrified. She really wanted her leggies to work.

And to get Dummeh tube out of mouth.

And to see Babbehs!!

And nummies!!

Her Daddeh looked down on her and picked her up to carry her back to her pen on the cart. There was little struggling and nothing the attendant would notice.

Or not be able to deal with.

Carrot could see the other fluffies looking at her from their pens.

They could all see the Dummeh tube. She really wished her leggies would take her away back to her pen. She felt like a Dummeh fluffy.

And then the attendant got back to the pen and took Carrot gently back into the pen. She then began to pace around the pen.

Babbehs! Babbehs!! Where Babbehs!!

The attendant told her to stay fucking still so he wouldn’t get distracted.

And from the box he pulled out a pumping machine. And a large plastic bottle of liquid of unknown crap.

The bottle was attached to the machine. The machine was flicked on and food could be pumped into Carrot’s stomach.

She could feel the nummies in her tummy but the feeling was unusual. She didn’t exactly like it.

And it confused the hell out of her. Where were the nummies coming from?

The tube was attached to the machine but it limited her movement. And if she moved a certain amount the tube would pull she hurt her.

Not that mares are known to move around that much anyway. They’re not the most active of fluffies. Even feral mares are known to prefer to stay in one spot. Real nest makers they are.

The attendant checked the machine over and put a clipboard by it. The alarm sound apparently was annoying as hell when the bottle would need to be refilled.

And then Carrot began to nestle down in a cosy spot. The pen was fresh and she was getting no see nummies straight into her tummy.

But where was Babbehs?

She noticed Daddeh had left the pen. Where was he? Why did he leave like that without babbehs?

Or Huggies.

She was beginning to feel pretty tired. She always got tired after eating.

She was making bestest milkies for her babbehs. She wanted to tell Daddeh how she was going to make the bestest milkies for him to give babbehs.

She would be the bestest mummeh ever!!

And then she saw the Daddeh coming back.

She really wanted to get up for Daddeh like always but she couldn’t.

She was so sleepy. These no see nummies must be good nummies!! She was getting so many nummies in her belly.

And she saw something her Daddeh was holding.

Is babbeh?

Carrot felt so happy to see her Babbeh. It was so nice that Daddehs were letting her be Mummeh

And then she got a closer look

“Waaaahghh wuaggghh wuaaaggghhh”

“Munstah”

She was trying so hard to say it but she couldn’t.’

Daddeh placed it down close to her Milkie place.

The Munstah began to suckle and drink some milkies.

She really wanted the Munstah to stop. She wanted to beg it to stop and tell the munstah that milkies were bestest milkies for her bestest Babbehs

She really wanted to move and run away to keep the Munstah away from her but she couldn’t move.

She couldn’t even make scaredy poopies. Though she did fart a lot.

The attendant had worn a face mask, though that wasn’t enough to stop him smelling the shitty air.

What was in that liquid shit?! Fuck.

He then looked over Carrot, who was crying yet again.

He began to stroke her mane to calm her.

“That’s a good fluffy. This is your special babbeh. Daddeh wants you to give your special babbeh so much milkies. Give your special babbeh so many milkies to make big and strong.”

Carrot was hesitant. She just stared in a state of shock.

Munstah was Babbeh?

She was so scared

And confused

Why did Daddeh say Munstah was babbeh?

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Hey everyone, I’m finally back posting though I’ve been visiting the website on and off.

This was meant to be out a lot earlier but my hand problems are stopping me from typing at my regular speed.

It’s gotten me a little depressed but I’m finally glad to get something back out there.

There will be a part 2 which will be the last part.

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Everything you write is great. I don’t think I’ve read anything you’ve posted that I didn’t like. :thinking:

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Thanks man, I’m really glad you like the stuff that I put out. I kept coming back to this one back and forth and had to stop myself making it longer and longer.

I really like your art and your take on fluffies. I love how unique they are and your take on gore and injury is subversive and cute. Just thought I’d say while I had the chance

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Thanks so much! That’s so sweet of you! It’s nice to have people appreciate the art I make.

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It’s really good and it’s a really interesting take. I like how much they look like toys and they’re all so quirky.

It’s really good stuff :slight_smile:

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That means a lot coming from you honestly! The stories you wrote kinda influenced me into writing and posting. If I hadn’t done that I probably never would have started drawing fluffies. :man_shrugging:t2:

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I’m really glad to hear that and I’m really glad that my stories inspired you to put out your artwork and ideas.

It’s genuinely good and I really like how creative you are with your fluffies.

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Sufjan?

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Love it!

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You got it. I really like Sufjan Stevens

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I don’t feel bad for Carrot. Greedy and selfish. Got what she deserved. Nice work.

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I love his illinoise album, very nostalgic for me.

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Thank you for reading and glad you liked. Let’s just say Carrot hasn’t learned her lesson at all…until Part 2

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I loved Illinoise and Carrie & Lowell, but I haven’t listened to him in a long while. I’ve not been really doing much since my hand got hurt and I listened to old music and stuff I’d been meaning to watch and then I was like wow.

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Interesting story so far. I wonder where it is going after this?

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