Request for @ChadLapposki
I had way too much fun with this lmao
“Christ, someone ordered that thing??”
You sat despondent in the bottom of the box. It didn’t matter to you where you were; a concrete pen, a metal kennel, or now a transport box.
“Yeah, no idea why someone wants the fucking mutant. Maybe they think they can fix… it.”
That was you. A broken fluffy. Your special place was messed up, it hurt to have special huggies and all your babies came out wrong. Twisted, crushed, and sleeping forever. Never once taking their first breath. Never knowing your love. Never taking their first drink from your painfully full milky places.
The worst part though? It just kept happening.
It had been many forevers since you even saw a stallion but you could feel your belly growing, filling with foals that would never truly live. When the humans at the mill found out they called you all sorts of horrible things. Freak, mutant, he-she, foal killer. You didn’t mean to hurt them! You wanted more than anything to have a healthy, happy litter but it just never happened.
They shipped you off to somewhere else, a place with lots of unwanted fluffies. It didn’t matter to you. They then put you in a box to go somewhere else. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, all you could think of was the tiny forms growing within you, ones that would exit you dull eyed and stinking.
“Hello! Yes, you will do perfectly!”
You didn’t reply to the voice, feeling yourself lifted out of the box and set onto a wooden workbench. Hands moved around you, attaching straps around your body.
“You do not know how excited I am to have you!”
…Excited? To have a broken fluffy like you?
“Wha’?” you croaked. It had been so long since you’d spoken that your throat was dry.
A water bottle with a straw was set in front of you. You looked up to see the excited face of a human as you drank from it.
“Yes, you’re going to help me!”
“… How fwuffy hewp? Nu can du nuffin wight.”
“You are going to make me very rich, Boombette.”
You felt a spark in your chest, a tiny glimpse of joy you hadn’t felt since you were a foal.
“Fwuffy am Boombette?!”
“Yes!” He ruffled your mane and you cooed at his touch. “I have been looking for a mere like you for some time!”
“Uh, du nice mistah mean mawe?”
“Hush.” He picked up the contraption you were strapped to. “I will explain everything in the car.”
The nice mister slid a balaclava over his face.
“You understand what you need to do?”
“Yus!” You wiggled excitedly, looking out the car window at the FluffMart he had parked in front of.
“Good!” He slipped a small black mask over your face. “Let’s do this!”
He quickly exited the car and jogged up to the building. The doors opened automatically for him and he ran inside, stopping in the center of the store.
“THIS IS A ROBBERY, NO ONE FUCKING MOVE!”
The man gestured with the contraption you were strapped to, a long wooden rod with triggers that pulled on the straps around your midsection.
“What the fuck man, you can’t just-”
Your new friend turned to point your special place towards the worker approaching, the belt around your tummy tightened sharply.
Splap!
A pink fetus shot out of you with a burst of fluids, hitting the man right in the mouth. He dropped to his knees, vomiting.
Behind your new friend you saw a man in a black uniform running towards you, sorry stick in hand.
“Wook out! Meanie!!”
Your friend spun around and fired.
Splap! Splap!
Two twisted fetuses shot out of you, landing on the floor in front of the security guard. His foot shot out from under him as he stepped on one and sent him flying into a display shelf.
“ANYONE ELSE?? THIS MERE HAS MORE!!”
“Mawe.” You said quietly. He ignored you, jogging to the register.
“Put the money in the bag, now.” He said, shoving a shopping back at the cashier.
“I would rather be shot with an actual gun than that thing.” the woman replied.
You scanned the store as she filled the bag with paper and coins. There were displays of all sorts of toys, beds, snacks, everything you could think of. Your eyes locked onto a plastic pen on a table where tiny foals drank from a fake milky place.
“Babbehs…” you muttered whistfully.
“You!” Your friend spun you around to point at another worker. “Put the foals in a box. Be quick about it!!”
“Weawwy?!”
He smiled through his black mask. “We get whatever we want!”
The foals chirped in fear as they were dumped into a cardboard box. Your friend took it and the bag of money and ran from the store. Back at his car he tossed you and the box into the passenger seat and floored it out of the parking lot.
“Good work!! We will eat good tonight!!” He pulled on one of the straps, loosening it enough that you could wiggle free.
“Boombette hab babbehs nao!!”
You carefully stepped into the box, making room for yourself to sit so the foals could drink from your teats. It brought tears to your eyes, seeing them calm as they snuggled up to you.
“Yes, they are all yours! Once I’m sure we’re not being pursued, why don’t we get some spaghetti?”
“Bestest sketties make bestest miwkies!!”
“Mummah! Mummah!”
You looked up from your nursing foals to see Cooper, a red unicorn, with a silver ring in his mouth.
“Daddeh say Coopah du guud! Take pwetty shiny ting when dummeh hooman nu wookies!!”
You took the ring in your hooves, admiring the way it sparkled in the light of the saferoom.
“Dat suuu guud babbeh!! Su smawt!!”
You hugged him tightly. He was the only foal of your first litter still small enough to fit into your daddeh’s sleeve, so he got to work with him often. You were so proud of him and all your other foals. They had grown into such talented fluffies!
“Can show bwuddahs and sissies??”
“Yus, jus’ nu woose wing! Daddeh nee’ dat fo’ munies!”
You hooked the ring on his horn and he ran off to where his siblings played huggy tag. He was part of the first group of foals you ever got, from the first time you worked with your daddeh. It still made you sad sometimes that the foals that came out of you were always icky and sleeping but having happy, healthy foals to raise eased the pain.
Daddeh had set up a large saferoom for you and your many foals, endless amounts of toys bought with the money you helped him take from stores and banks. Your belly was full of the bestest sketties, your heart was full of the love of your foals, and you couldn’t imagine a better life.
