Chrissie and Maple stood behind Sprinkles was she gave birth. They wanted to spare her the sight of her deformed foals. They had confirmed what Sprinkles knew deep down. That Lancelot and her were blood related. Now their inbred foals were about to be born.
With a crying push the first foal came out. It looked like a normal green unicorn colt at first, but on a closer look, it was a cyclops. It’s blood covered coat sparkled in the light. He would have made a beautiful stallion despite his one eye, but unknown to them, only having one eye was the reason he was stillborn.
The next foal came out. It let out a weak peep when it hit the ground, it was a pretty pink pegasus with sliver speckles and a black tail. Chrissie counted the hooves and wings. Eight legs and four wings. It was a colt. Even if he somehow survived. He would most likely never walk.
Chrissie looked at Maple. Maple shook her head. Sprinkles was mummah, it was her job. She had to be the one.
Chrissie looked on as the next foal came out. This one looked dark blue at first but as it came out it became a lighter and lighter color. The little earthie filly chirped at her grandmother. Chrissie almost cried. A perfect foal.
The next foal was a solid blue filly unicorn with no front legs. She peep loudly and begun searching for her mother. She used her back legs to push herself.
She was followed by a stillborn green and white pegasus colt. He seemed normal otherwise.
Then another colt this time alive and glittering, it was a rose gold colored alicorn with a white and rose mane and rose speckles. He didn’t peep, but he was moving and breathing like a normal foal.
The last foal came out alive. A pure white alicorn filly. She didn’t make a peep, her breathing was labored. The two older mares knew that this little foal wasn’t going to live long. They did they only thing they could.
Chrissie tearfully held the dying foal. “Gwandmummah wobes babbeh, it otay’ tu gu fowebah sweepies, gwandmummah wiww miss ‘ou, fowebah an’ ebah.” The foal gave a few jerks and died.
The door to Sprinkles cage opened and the girls froze. Mr. Brown took the dead foal from Chrissie. “This isn’t your cage.”
Chrissie and Maple ran out. They knew the rules about being another mare cage. They weren’t going to be punished, but this was their first minor strike.
Mr. Brown looked at the foals. Three dead, two malformed and two normal looking foals. This wasn’t looking good for Sprinkles. But he also knew something wasn’t right. Her first litter had been completely fine. “Sprinkles what do we do to deformed babies?” He knew she didn’t have time to do it but it was best to renforce the rules when possible.
Sprinkles looked down. “Dwown babbehs wiff sickies.”
“I’m going to take them. You clean and and feed your two normal babies.”
Sprinkles nodded and started cleaning the two foal s like Mr. Brown said.
Mr. Brown put the dead foals in a biobag and carried the two misshapened foals to his vets office. The vet ran test on the dead foals and made a phone call. They knew just the person who would what the abominations.
He knew it wasn’t the stallion. The foals he had with Lotus were beautiful. Not all were shiny, but they all had their mothers color pattern.
Alice can in a few days later with a different fluffy in what what look like a fluffy size hamster ball. She let the fluffy roll around as she looked at the DNA of the dead foals then their mother and father.
Alice laughed. “Okay who fucked up?”
Mr. Brown was confused. “What?”
Alice turned to him. “The mare and stallion have the same mom. And with the deformities, one of the parents is inbred too.”
Mr. Brown face dropped. Things were starting to make more sense. They were trading foals. "Those little bitches.
Alice crossed her arms. She knew what happened. “Foal trading?”
Mr. Brown nodded. “I thought they were just helping raising each other’s foals. But if they’re trading, it’s a problem.” He looked at the two defective foals in the incubator. They were still alive but weak. He didn’t think they had much longer.
“Bring me the other foals in the litter and the two mares that had been trading.”
“I’ll get some guys.” Mr. Brown left and came back with the two remaining foals.
Alice looked them over. They cuddled her hand. They seem healthy. The alicorn still wasn’t peeping. She check their hearing. She did her best fluffy voice. “Com hewe babbehs, miwkies.”
The foals moved towards the sound of her voice. Next was their sense of taste and smell. She put in a harmless bitter flavoring to a bottle of milk. She held the bottle away from her. The foals had no problem finding the bottle and they spit out the nibble after they tasted the milk.
Alice took some blood. “Other than the alicorn being mute, they seem fine. Too early to check their vision.”
“I did notice he never peeps.”
“I’m not one to tell you what to do. But he should be good money, with his shiny coat, colors, being an alicorn, and being mute.”
“I know, people like them when their quiet.”
Two men came in with the very pregnant Chrissie and Maple. They lay them on the table. They looked scared. They knew what they did wrong.
Alice crossed her arms. “Leave, Mr. Brown. Don’t worry, I’m just going to talk to them.”
Mr. Brown reluctantly left. He knew she would keep her word, but he didn’t really trust her. She gave off a bad vibe.
Alice stood on a stool. “Okay girls, do you know what you did wrong?”
“Chwissie wan tu hewp bestes’ fwend. Nu twust hewsewf wiff wingie-pointie babbehs.”
“So you traded her wing point foal for your prettiest.”
Chrissie looked away. “Nu two babbehs, mowe.”
“Do you realize what you done?”
Both mares couldn’t hide their shame. “Yes, nice wady. Fwuffie sowwy, buh stawwion gabe Chwissie bwownie babbehs. Gib aww mummah’s bwownie babbehs. Mistah Bwown nu wike, wiww bwame mammah fo’ nu cowow babbehs. Make intu enfie mawe.”
“You don’t want to be branded as shit factories, so you trade foals to avoid a unfortunate fate.” Alice nodded. “Was this the big mares idea?”
Maple nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you remember the bad stallions smell?”
Chrissie bursted into tear. “Fwuffy wiww nebah fowget bad stawwion ow his huwtie enfies. Hate stawwions, hate Mistah Bwown fo’ makin’ fwuffy be wiff stawwions. Stawwion enfie make fwuffy feww diwty an’ nu pwetty. Hate stawwions.”
Alice was surprised. How did Mr. Brown not know? This mares must have been good at hiding it. “So you only like mares?”
Maple was in shock. She couldn’t have Mr. Brown know that. “Pwease nice wady, nu teww Mistah Bwown.”
“Help me get the shit factory stallion and I’ll keep it to myself.”
“Stawwion was Chwissie’s fiwst.”
“Wonderful, there should be records of him.” Alice walk out and found Mr. Brown waiting.
“Well?” Mr. Brown asked.
Alice smirked. “I want a trade. In fact, I want one of your stallions. I’ll give you a beautiful stallion for it. At least one alicorn in every litter and no browns.”
“The inbred?”
“No, I want the first stallion Chrissie was bred with.”
“Why?”
“I have a mare I want to breed him with. You get a pretty stallion with good genetics and get rid of a shit factory stallion.”
Mr. Brown was surprised. “What?”
“Your mares are trading because of that stallion. From what I got from the two in there, every mare he breeds with is having foals with undesirable colors. They don’t want to become enfie mares because of him.”
Mr. Brown thought. He sighed. “You have a deal Dr. Alice.” He offered his hand to Alice.
“I would like the defects as well.”
“I didn’t expect you wouldn’t want them. You’re a specialist in fluffy genetics, right?”
“Not just that. But I do collect anomalies. Unlike Barnum, I won’t display them. Exploit their birth defects for money.”
“Then why?”
“My explanation may sound uncharacteristic to some, but if you were born without something or with an extra something, would you want to live a normal as possible life, or be put on display without a choice?”
Mr. Brown thought about it. She had a point. “My vet put the stillborn foals on ice for you.”
“Thank you, Mr Brown.” Alice left with Bruiser and the defective foals.
An hour later a delivery man came with the promised stallion. He was a beautiful alicorn. He was a solid dark blue and iridescent like a snack. Mr. Brown didn’t have the iridescent gene among his breeders. His eyes were a dusky purple.
“Hewwo Mistah Bwown. Nice wady towd fwuffy bewong tu 'ou nao.”
The fluffy bowed. “Nice tu meet 'ou.”
Mr. Brown was taken aback by how polite this fluffy was. “What’s your name?”
“Am cawwed Mowasses.”
“Okay molasses, you ready to meet they boys and your special friend.”
After getting Molasses settled in and breed Mr. Brown went to the vets office. Chrissie and Maple were still there. “Now it’s time for your punishment for causing this problem.”
“Chwissie sowwy, Mistah Bwown.”
“Sorry isn’t going to fix it.” Mr. Brown had been thinking about it. He needed to make an example of them so it would never happen again. He came up with something he later would regret. “You won’t be permanently, but until your foals are born, you both will be enfie mares for some smarties, after they are born, they will be taken away and you will be bred again.”
Chrissie lost all control and made bad poopies. Tears streamed down her face. “Pweae, Mistah Bwown. Take weggies, take wicky pwace, take see pwaces, gib sowwy sick. Make chwissie compwete dummeh. Pwease nu gib chwissie to wowstes’ stawwions. Pwease, take anything, nu wan’, nu wan’.”
Maple cried for her best friend. She couldn’t see Chrissie suffer like that. “Punish Maple, please only punish Maple, maple made chrissie, please. No hurt Chrissie, maple made mistake.” Punish Mapwe, pwease onwy punish Mapwe, Mapwe made Chwissie, pwease. Nu gib owwies tu Chwissie, Mapwe made mistake. Am bad fwuffy.
Mr. Brown had to turned away. Maple was getting to him. He believed he had to do this. He had no other choice. He left the room.
The vet came in with in. He gave them a check up before strapping them down to a modified enfie mare board and stand. It stopped their legs from moving. And had a food and water bowl in front. And the stand was a cage.
Maple tried to plied with him. “Pwease doctow, Chwissie nu can be enfie mawe. Wiww gib hew fowebah sweepies. Pwease make Mapwe enfie mawe fo’ aww stawwions. Wet Chwissie go. Chwissie gud fwuffy, Mapwe bad, just Mapwe. Pwease just Mapwe.”
Chrissie looked at Maple. “Nu, Mapwe nu can du that, wiww gib Chwissie heawt huwties. Chwissie can take fo’ Mapwe, Chwissie can take. Chwissie wub Mapwe.”
Maple forced a brave smile. She was proud of her and heart broken at the same time. She realized she loved Chrissie too. Loved her as much as she was able. She could say that Chrissie was more than her best friend. She was her special friend.
The vet turned off his headphones. If he had heard what they had said to each other he would have freed them and told Mr. Brown he was wrong. This punishment went too far.
Two men took the mares to a sound proof room full of cameras. Their punishment was going to be shown to both the mares and stallions. Mr. Brown had to show them what happens to bad fluffies.
Mr. Brown voice come over the TVs. “This mares thought trading foals and hiding it was a good idea, because of them, bad smarty babies were born. They will learn the hard way about smarties.”
At first there was only the sound of sopping coming from the TVs. It started off soft but soon the tapping of many little hooves on concrete become louder and louder. There was a cry of “Enfies.” Five different colored stallions came into frame. This were stallions for F grade foals. Only good for as stress toys and countless other abuses. This foals were know for low intelligence and to be hellgoblins. This breeding fluffies lived their entire lives small cages. Only see another fluffy for breeding. Mares never seen their foals that fall into the pillowed catching trays. The foals are taken away and put into small individual cages with a bottle of milk and a litter box. The mares were milked constantly to feed the stock. Their front legs removed. Feed low grade tasteless kibble. And impregnate as soon as she pushed out the afterbirth.
The stallions weren’t knew to be gentle and weren’t stopped from hurting the mares in anyway. The stallions were fed kibble full of testosterone. They would go hours on anything they could fuck. Including each other.
Mr. Brown had called another breeder to borrow their stallions. He didn’t have anything under a C Grade. At first the other breeder refused, but as soon as his vet mentioned Dr. Alice’s name the breeder offered his whole stock. He had to have a talk with his vet about her.
The five stallions circled the two mares. One ofthem, the blue one that towered over the others, sniffed each of their special places and sat himself in a corner with a disgusted face. “S-thwee, nu gib enfie soon mummahs. Makes nu nu stick diwty.”
The other stallion didn’t have the same quorums S-three had. The green stallion went up to mount Chrissie and was knocked over by the yellow stallion. “S-ten, git pwetty mawes enfies fiwst.”
“Go enf poopy mawe. S-eite git to enf pwetty mawe fiwst.”
He attacked S-ten. S-ten fought back.
While the two stallions were detected, the orange stallion got behind Chrissie. He sniffed her. “Dummeh nu smeww pwetty. Nu wan’ enfies. Gud.” He began to mount her.
Chrissie found harder then she had been. “Pwease, am soon mummah, nu gib huwtie, enfies am bad fo’ tummy babbehs. Wiww…”
The orange stallion hit her in the back of the head. “Shut up. 'ou am enfie mawe, 'ou nu tawk.”
Chrissie cried. “Nu wan, nu wan’ nu pwetty stawwions. Stawwion ugwy, aww stawwions ugwy.”
Orange hit her again. “Dummeh, nu say dummeh things, S-eweben wiww gib enfies untiw 'ou say stawwion am pwetty.” He shoved himself inside her as hard and as fast as her could.
Chrissie let out out a blood curdling scream and didn’t stop. Tears streamed down her eyes. It was worse then her first time with a stallion. So much pain, her insides felt like they were being ripped apart. What made it worse, want made her heart feel the same. Was the sound of Eleven ‘s grants and laugher. His pure joy of her misery.
Maple wanted to scream and yell at Eleven. Convince all the stallion the stallion to only give her enfies. But she never had a chance. As soon as Three sat down in the corner. The red stallion mounted her from the front and was giving her mouth enfie. Chrissie screams had made him rougher. “S-fibe think mawe makes pwetty sounds when dey scweamies.”
Ten and Eight had stopped fighting. Ten joined five and mounted Maple from behind. Eight had other ideas. He grabbed Eleven’s mane with his teeth and mounted the stallion.
Eleven screamed. “Nu am mawe.” He tried to buck Eight off him.
“Aww fwuffies am mawes.” Eight nuzzled Eleven. "Poopie enfies am bestes’ enfie."
Eleven threw himself off Chrissie with Eight. Eight stayed on and continued what her was doing to Eleven.
Ten took the opportunity and mounted Chrissie.
In the stallion room Lancelot sat their looking at screen in shock, horror and confusing. He didn’t understand. Maple and Chrissie were good moms. He knew what they taught him made him a good fluffy. Good fluffies had friends, and he had lots of friends, even Molasses was his friend. Was he not as good of a fluffy as he thought?
Panda hugged him. He knew. He was the lead stallion now and a good leader knew his fluffies. “Wancewot nu am bad. it am mistake. Wets get 'ou back to youw cage.”
Lancelot let Panda take him away. He wasn’t sure about it being a mistake, but he wasn’t going to argue with Panda.
Sprinkles crying into great mares fluff. Great Mare was trying to protect her from what was happening on the tv. Sprinkles couldn’t see what was happening on screen but she could hear it. And it somehow made it worse. She looked down at her two foals nursing on her. She tried to block out her mom screaming and sing to her children.
Great Mare was pulled away. She was placed in front of the tv. Mr. Brown scrawled at her. “You have cause this mess, you will watch it.” He walked out before she could speak.
Great Mare looked up at the screen and watched. She thought Mr. Brown was right. She cause this mess and this was her punishment for it.
The stallions were all asleep. Maple had fell asleep from exhaustion. Chrissie was the only one awake. The stress and horror of the day made her go into premier labor. It was only a few day too early so was a high chance her foals would live.
Chrissie took a bowl in her mouth and tried not to scream. She didn’t want to wake the bad stallions. Her special place was so swore and numb she didn’t feel the first fall out of her and on to the soft warm pillowing below.
The baby made soft peeps allowing air to fill it’s lungs. The foal began to look for it’s mother. The first thing it found was another peeping foal. It smelled the same as them, it be the same as them. The foal smell something else. The smell that say mother to it, something the said food.
Chrissie made a happy sound when the first foal latched onto her teat. They were going to make it. She wasn’t a bad mom. She did it. Her hell was over.
She knew the last foal was down in the cage with the afterbirth. All she had to do was wait and someone would come get them. She would be back in her cage any moment feeding her foals with her beloved Maple. After all. They couldn’t punish Maple more than her.
But there wasn’t a rescue. Just the feeling of S-three mounting her. He was so much bigger then the other stallions in everyway.
Maple woke in her cage. Five beautiful little foals were nursing from her, three were alicorns, but for the first time, she didn’t care.
Maple was confused. She could still feel her tummy babies inside her. And the last thing she knew, she was in that room with the bad stallions.
She sniffed the foals. They smelled like Chrissie. Chrissie, where was Chrissie?
She looked at entrance to her cage and found Sprinkles. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She was still crying. She wasn’t looking at Maple.
Maple tried to talk, but found she couldn’t. She tapped her hooves to get Sprinkle’s attention.
Sprinkles jumped. She looked at Maple. “'Our wakie.” Tear streamed harder down her eyes.
Maple tried to talk again.
Sprinkles knew that she was asking. “Nu know. Mistah Bwown nu say, was angwy.”
Maple whimpered.
“West, youw babbehs nee’ theiw mummah.” Sprinkles left.
Mr. Brown wasn’t far from Maple. He would have to get his vet to look at her thoat. He wanted some answers to what happened. Why it happened.
Mr. Brown went into the mare room and got Great Mare. He was going to get answers another way.
Great Mare followed him to the vets office in silence. She wanted to know what was going on but didn’t want to know.
Mr Brown gave his vet a nod. The vet offered a chair for the large mare to stand on so she could see what was on the table.
On the table was Chrissie, her body limp, eyes glossy and unfocused. Great Mare began to cry. “Chwissie went fowebah sweepies.”
“No, she’s not dead.” Mr Brown said. “She’s in a catatonic state.”
Great Mare looked up at mr. Brown. She didn’t understand. “She nu go fowebah sweepies?”
“No, she’s alive,” Mr. Brown tried to think of a way to explain it to a fluffy. “She is sick, and her sickness makes her into a toy.”
Great Mare was crying again. “Chwissie.”
“Great mare, she said somethings I want you to explain.”
"Fwuffy wiww twy. "
“I didn’t hear her when it happened but, She said all stallions were ugly.”
Great Mare looked down. With Chrissie like this, there was no reason to keep it secret anymore. “Chwissie nu wan’ stawwion as speshuw fwend. Wan’ mawe.”
Mr. Brown was shocked. He heard rumors about fluffies being homosexual, but didn’t quite believe it. It did explain why she would cry every time she was bred. He realized what happened. Every time she was bred must have been hell. And the punishment must have been torture. “What that big stallion did to her after she gave birth broke her.”
“That appears to be the case.” The vet said. “What are we going to do with her.”
“Can a catatonic fluffy come back to reality?”
“There hasn’t been any studies into it. Most abuser throw a catatonic fluffy out or do worse things.”
“Do you have a friend interested in finding out.”
“Yes.”
Life at the farm continued, but with some chances. Foal trading wasn’t allowed. The incident with Chrissie and Maple wasn’t to happen again. Fluffies could be opened about their sexuality, but they still had to be breeding stock of they were chosen. If they didn’t have to interact with other sex, it wasn’t hard to get sperm from a stallion.
Chrissie never recovered from her catatonic state. She lays in a lab hooked up to things keeping her alive. If alive was the right word for it. She never moves, never makes a sound. She is just a shell. A womb to birth out their experiments. They first impregnated her to try to snap her out of the catatonic state. Brought Maple around and varies other thing. It was completely worthless. She was gone.
Great Mare was published farther for her part in the fiasco. She learned what she was made for and was forced watched many videos about it. She’s scared of humans. Especially human men.
Sprinkle’s blue earthie filly turned out to be blind. She was spared from the required drowning and Mr. Brown allowed it. She found a good home with a hugboxer friend of his and was named Sky.
There was a bidding war between breeders and show fluffy owners for the mute colt. Alice was right, people love them when they were quiet. A guy who wanted another show fluffy won him.
Lancelot did see Lotus again. It was the day before she retired. She apologized to him and explain she wasn’t mad at him. He was allowed to give her special huggies before she left for her new home. She wanted be with one of Lancelots foals if it wasn’t one of hers. She loved Sky like one of own. And she loved the last foals she ever have.
Maple wasn’t able to speak again. Their was too much damage to her vocal cords. She loved and raised Chrissie foals with her own born a few days later. Maple stayed to herself. She never interacted with only other fluffies other than her own foals and Sprinkles. The other mares found her strange. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like to truly love another fluffy and had them ripped way. To watch them be torture while you lay there helpless. To be the reason that they died. Maple knew what happened to Chrissie. But she was dead and Maple knew it.
Sprinkles was never bred to Lancelot again. She was bred to Molasses. Her speckled gene and his iridescent gene made their foals glitter and shine. She was bred with him many times. She was allowed to keep one foal. She was a near perfect Trixie fluffy, only her eyes were the wrong color. She named her Chrissie.
here it is the end. If anyone wants a happier ending let me know. This is a water down version. The other has more graphic details.