(I’m putting this into controversial because of bias that shouldn’t exist)
Chrissie was a near perfect Trixie fluffy. Only her eyes were the wrong color. But her owner didn’t call her worthless like her did her siblings. He had plans for her. He just needed to wait until she was old enough.
When she was weaned her owner sold her siblings and kept her. She was put in her own room with everything she needed. It was just like the room she had with her mom. She thought it was so big and was happy to have all that room to herself. But it got smaller as she got bigger and now she couldn’t take three steps with out bumping into anything. But it didn’t matter the size of the room she slept in. She was allowed to go out and play with other fluffies. Her owner said he liked to keep his girls fit and healthy.
Chrissie thought the other mares were so pretty. Even more pretty than her. They all were the prettiest thing she ever seen, but Maple was the prettiest. Their owner said she had bad colors, but other than that she was a good looking pegasus fluffy. Chrissie didn’t think Maple had bad colors, she thought Maple was perfect. Fur the color of maple syrup, mane and tail red like strawberries and her eyes, those perfect beautiful eyes, the color of sweet creamy butter.
Everything seemed perfect. Chrissie didn’t think anything was missing in her life. She was happy until one day she woke up sad. Her food had tasted different the day before. It wasn’t unusual for her owner to add powder over they’re food. He told them it was to keep them healthy.
Chrissie went about her day like usual. She couldn’t fight the sad feeling she had, like something was missing. She knew something was wrong. She wanted to tell her owner, but didn’t know to tell him. He didn’t like it when the fluffies talked in circles.
The next morning was worse. Her special place had a funny feeling. Her hold body felt tense like it needed same relief but she wasn’t sure how to relieve it. She ran around like crazy. The tension was too much.
She rubbed her special place against the floor try to find some kind of relief. She found floor rubbies felt really nice.
Mr. Brown went to let his mares out to play. He heard something banging against one of the cages. He followed the sound and found Chrissie rubbing her bottom on the floor of her cage. She was finally ready. The powder had worked. He always added breeding powder to the mares food before he breed them. It made them ready and didn’t cause damage if the stallion decided to be rough with them.
He let the other mares out. He went to Chrissie cage. He opened to door. “Came here, let me get a special friend for you to help with the special place feels.”
Chrissie looked at him dreamily and giggled. “Nu nee’ speshuw fwend. Fwuffie hab gud feews.”
“A special friend will make the good feels better.” He picked her up carefully and carried her to the back room.
He lay her on what they called The Rack. It put mares and misbehaving stallions in the mating position. It made everything easier. They couldn’t run or fight the mating.
He didn’t worry about unwilling stallions or ones that picked a single special friend. He had something that prevent that.
He put fuzzy stockings over Chrissie hind legs, rear, and back. It had the scent of one fluffy mare. All the stallions thought they were giving enfie to the same mare. And that mare was the no talkie special friend.
Chrissie had no idea what was going on. She was having the best feels she ever had than she found herself with her owner strapping her down. Before she could say a word she was muzzled.
Her owner patted her head. “Time for you to have babies.” He left her.
Chrissie began to fight. She didn’t understand what was going on. She didn’t want this, something deep inside her told her she didn’t want this. Or she didn’t want this this way.
She kept fighting until she couldn’t anymore. She was so tired. She couldn’t relax. Her body was still tense with need. She was relieving it herself. Her owner didn’t need to do this.
Light came from behind her. She heard bouncing hooves coming towards her. She heard the cry of “Speshuw fwend” before she felt pressure on her hind end.
What happened next made her want to cry. She was in pain. Unbelievable pain was coming from inside her and it wasn’t getting any better. It felt wrong. Everything about it felt wrong. She hated it more than anything in her life. More than pointy owwies. More than the meany smarty mare that tried to kill the other mares foals.
Tears rolled down her cheek. She tried to think of something better, something beautiful. She thought of the other mares, of Maple. She could hear Maple sweet voice singing to her. Maple was the best singer. Voice like an angel. Her angel.
She heard the thing on top of her say “gud feels” as something that felt gross filled her. The weight left her. A few minutes later her owner freed her from the straps.
“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Her owner said picking her up. “You’re a soon mammah now.”
Soon mammah? But she wanted to be soon mammah with Maple. No one else would do. No one else was good enough. No that wasn’t right, two mares couldn’t be soon mammahs from each other, but they could take in foals with no mammahs. No, a mare and something else made Babbeh. She hated that something else. She hated stallions for making her mammah without permission.
Chrissie remained silent.
Her owner sat her down in the mare room. “Hey everyone, Chrissie has exciting news.” He always done this for his mares after they get enfies. The other mares would coo and give the new mom lots of huggies. It always made them feel extra special. His mares were always excited to tell everyone. Always, except this time.
Chrissie began crying. Her wails woke the mares sleeping in the corner. All the mare gathered around her asking what was wrong and giving her hugs.
An unusually large mare asked the others to move away from Chrissie. They called her Great Mare. She was twice the size of a normal fluffy and the oldest one there. No one question her. She carried Chrissie to the side like a foal. She held Chrissie until she stopped crying.
Great mare asked her what was wrong. Chrissie told her everything. Including how she felt about Maple and how she wish they could be more. About her dream. About how disgusting she felt now.
Great mare listen intensively. She understood what the young mare was telling her and what it meant. It was rare for mares to feel this way about another mare. She knew what would happen if the owner found out. She knew what she had to tell Chrissie. And what she had tell the owner.
Great Mare walked up to Mr. Brown. “Stawwion gab chwissie wowstes’ huwties.”
Mr. Brown nodded. Sometime mares didn’t enjoy their first special huggies. They usually got over it the second time. They never broke down before but Chrissie was an emotional one.
After their owner left, Great Mare took Maple to the side. She told Maple about Chrissie’s feeling. She went on to say. “Nu teww Mw. Bwown. If he know, he make Chwissie enfie mawe fo’ stawwions. Nu wet see babbehs.”
Maple didn’t share Chrissie’s feelings, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t protect her. She was shown the enfie mares. They had no legs. There were types attached to their milkie places drain their milk for the nursery foals. They laid on boards with whole for their bellies and Millie places. That way the stallions don’t crush their tummy babbehs when they mount them. There was a slide under there special place for the foals to slide down as she gave birth. This foals slid down to the nursery for the Never Mammah Brownies to take care of. A fate she was spared of because Mr. Brown wanted to breed her to get foals with her body structure, but not her colors.
All the mares were told that the only time an enfie mare wasn’t getting enfies was while they gave birth. When she stops being able to have foals she is sent to the dog and cat food factory. If they don’t behaved they’ll became enfie mares. They believed Mr. Brown. He turned that smarty mare into one and she was the most beautiful among them. There had been a waiting list for her foals. But that wasn’t worth her attitude and her trying to killing other mares foals.
“Wat can Fwuffy du?”
Great Mare thought of a way to explain her plan. “Be Chwissie’s bestes’ fwend.”
The younger mare was confused. She was already Chrissie’s friend. “Wat at mean?”
The Great Mare thought again. “Bestes fwend like speshuw fwend, buh nu speshuw huggies.”
Maple understood. She seen how special friend acted on TV. She could do that. She would do that for Chrissie.
The next day was Maple’s turn in the enfie room. She understood what Chrissie went through. She didn’t like it either, but it had to be worse if you didn’t like stallions.
Maple let Chrissie cuddle and groom her. It was nice being taken care of by another fluffy. And she found she enjoyed taking care of another fluffy. She wasn’t sure at first but she felt like Great Mate’s plan was working. Mr. Brown thought they just became really close. A lot of mares did when they became soon mammahs at the same time.
Chrissie and Mable’s bellies grew everyday. They soon found it hard to move. Mr.Brown left them in their cages knowing the time would be soon. Maple and Chrissie talked through the bars of their cages. They talked about everything but Chrissie’s feelings. Chrissie knew Maple didn’t share her feeling and it would be too dangerous to talk about.
It was in the middle of their talks Chrissie felt the pain of labor and so did Maple. They talked each other through it. They both wanted the pain to stop but the babbehs were coming regardless of how much the tried not to push the owwie babbehs out.
Maple had eight colorful foals. Only time would tell if they inherited her good features.
Chrissie had five foals. She loved them as soon as she saw them. She found each one perfect. Her wish had come true, each one was a filly and four had a beautiful maple coat. The last one was extra special. Not because it would make Mr. Brown really happy, he was always happy when wingie-pointies were born, but because she was brown with blue spots. She was the perfect mix of her and Maple.