Foalout 4 – Sanctuary Hill – Chapter 48 – Lothmar
“Let me guess, this is about the operation?” The four fluffies nodded. “It does make things a lot easier for me to not need to enforce certain rules…” Johnson added holding his chin for a moment in contemplation. “I’d like to ask though, have you thought about more than the benefits?”
“Wha daddeh mean?” Durum added curiously.
“Think my fluffy. If you get the operation, you are saying that the gratification of enfies is worth a lifetime of me being able to say ‘No more babies’ if I really wanted to. Since you’d need someone from the institute to restore your reproductive functions.” The fluffies looked hesitant for a moment. “So I suppose the question becomes. Do you trust that daddy is willing to restore you so you can have more foals and will he ask for anything in return for this?”
“Wiww ou’ den? Ow am daddeh fishing fow a twade?” Phanes asks straight out.
“No such thing as a free lunch my fluffy.” They kind of blinked at that since you kind of fed them all their meals for free. Or so they thought. “If you get the procedure, daddy is willing to restore your ability to have foals once each year. For reference… A year is about, twelve~ er… Four and four and four lengths of a fluffy pregnancy?”
“Dat am so many fowebahs!” Peaches adds concernedly.
“Daddy is making it that long because daddy can only have so many fluffies. Daddy will need to make sure to find good mommy’s and daddy’s for the fluffies when they’re old enough because the outside world is very dangerous even to humans.” He adds as if implying that meant ‘especially for fluffies’.
“If you want daddy to put in the extra work of finding more homes for more foals, then daddy wants something in return.”
“Pweaze nu dat…” Duwum added with tears in their eye.
“I’ll say that offer is on that table at a one litter to one litter ratio, in that every litter you produce and raise of Directors foals I will allow you to produce and raise an additional litter of foals that year. However if you can think of something creative to offer me, then I will gladly consider it instead. Remember, if you don’t have goods to offer, contemplate what services you can provide.” He adds explain it in a way that he hoped the fathers would understand that prostitution of their wives was a service but not the only one.
The fluffies were in deep contemplation. “If fwuffies tink ob somefing but nu kno how do… Can daddeh teach fwuffies how do?” Dasie added curiously.
“If it’s something I can teach and I think you’re capable sure. I wont even charge you for it since it makes you more valuable to the community.” You really meant you but any service would also help the community. “I’ll give you the rest of the day to think about some ideas on what you want to learn or do and we’ll talk about it tomorrow. I will say this though. If you don’t want the procedure and you’re willing to control yourselves, daddy is willing to let you have foals once per season. Which is three months after the foals are born. A month is roughly the length of one pregnancy. So that’s roughly four times a year but daddy suggests not having foals during the winter.”
“Wha am wintah?” Peaches inquires.
“Well there are four seasons in the year. Winter is at the end of the year, it is very cold and less sun so it’s hard to grow food so people need to prepare for it in advance. You and your foals could potentially succumb to exposure to the cold if you and your nest are not prepared.” This concept of potential scarcity and death had the fluffies concerned. “Each season is roughly four months.”
“An a month am about how wong it take fow babbehs to gwow in mummahs tummeh?” Daisy adds trying to remember.
“Correct Daisy. Daddy will get you guys a calendar so you can better understand the passage of time and how many forevers there are in a year.” Johnson smiled at their learning. “After winter comes spring, the snow melts and the weather starts to warm up a bit. The plants begin to bloom once more and humans can grow food a little better. After spring comes summer which is when we are now. The days are at their hottest with the most sun and humans can grow food at their best. Next comes fall. The daylight shortens and trees lose their leaves which fall to the ground as many plants go to sleep until the next spring when they’ll bloom again. And it just continues going around and around.” The fluffies were amazed by this process.
“Ahh right, while we’re on the topic. Daddy will need to decide on your foals too soon, since I know puberty can be a hell of a time.” He added with a chuckle. “The colts will need the procedure at the very least until I deem all the fluffies old enough to assign them a special friend and be ready for their own litters.” Phanes and durum wince slightly at this.
“Dat seem unfair…” Phanes added trying to figure out why.
“Buh nu wan gib fiwwies huwties if nu hab to wight?” Durum added like the basic bitch that he was.
“Oh, Phanes mean dah daddy pick dah speciaw fwiends pawt. Doh, yeah dat does seem unfair dat onwy dah cowts need dah fix.” Phanes seemed to be the closest to seeing through your plans, unless the mothers were just being silent about it.
“How about this then. Without trade, daddy will assign special friends. But if two fluffies like each other and want to petition to be special friends, daddy will decide if their services to the settlement are sufficient and if not, what the cost will be based on how good he thinks the match will be. We will be teaching the foals properly very soon, now that everyone is at least able to somewhat speak and move. So feel free to sit down with your foals and find out what they’re interested in so we can figure out what they should learn to help them with that.” All four of the parents look at each other and nod.
“Wai… If fiwwies no need dah pwoceduwe if dah cowts am fixed… Do Mawes?” You smiled internally at this.
“Not at all. You should make the decision though with your partner on whether fairness is more important or if the stallions are willing to bear the owies for the both of you. That is if you are interested in the procedure and not simply maintaining the abstinence program.” You could tell they didn’t understand the word. “No having special huggies.” You added dumbing it down for them.
“Ohh…” They all said simultaneously.
“Glad that’s cleared up. The procedure will be conducted in the institute.” You hold up your hand as they were all about to say no. “I will say this. Having the procedure done at the institute is quicker, easier and much cleaner. Which means less likelihood of you getting sick or having pain for a longer time than necessary since there’s a much shorter recovery time. I’ll be back in the morning to take all fluffies who are going in, so make your decisions before morning nummies.”
The fluffies would soon gather and have their discussions. Johnson proceeded back to the house very interested in what the fluffies would choose. He then headed to the workshop to make a pair of collars for sundae and gentleman with broadcasting tags with simple ‘If found, please return to Sanctuary Hills.’ But honestly if they were ever missing, he could always ping them via the collar or implant, well sundae at least. Maybe you should get a tracker chip for Gentleman. With the collars clipped to his belt he proceeded to finish up installing the doors. Johnson sat on the floor next to the two fluffies. “So, the bed working okay for you?
“Am vewy nice.” Sundae added trying her best to remain in a dignified pose while gentleman was doing clock rotations on their side enjoying the feeling of the fabric on his fluff.
“Wook daddeh.” They added sitting up as their fluff was standing on end due to static.
“So fluffy, just like Sundae.” He chuckled. “Be careful what you touch now, or~” No sooner had he begun to say that did Gentleman receive a static shock from the trim of the bed as he was about to crest it to come to you.
“Owies!” Gentleman added suckling their hoof.
“Sorry bud, hard to avoid static shocks once they’re primed. How about a present to help take your mind off it?” You added producing the two black collars made of leather and lined with a fabric to avoid cutting their inferior hide. “If it starts feeling tight as you get bigger, just let daddy know and I can loosen it for you.” He meant that more for Gentleman than Sundae but knew fluffies could also get big depending on the litter size.
The two posed to try and look at themselves before looking at the others collars. “Ok, either hold on tight or get off while I move this thing.” You added and watched as Sundae pulled gentleman in close as you proceeded to slide the frame into the corner opposite the litterbox on the same wall. If you added a food area it’d be in the corner opposite the bed on its other wall so it was the furthest from the area they pooped. Maybe a dispenser system? Your head was already churning with gadgets and gizmos a plenty.
“Me and gentleman will be going to the institute tomorrow. We are going to install a tracking chip in case they go missing.” She looked somewhat concerned but not overly upset or nervous.
“Am dat aww?” you ‘tsk’ed inside your head hoping to have the procedure done without a talk and correct it stealthily later.
“A few minor things like vaccines and the like.” You realized the other fluffies would probably blab and lying would only get sundae mad at you later. “Excuse us for a moment gentleman.” You add picking up Sundae. “We’ll be right back.” You add closing the door on the somewhat confused colt.
You take sundae into your room and sit on the end of the bed, the only location you felt comfortable given you hadn’t cleaned it yet. “There will be a procedure to keep gentleman from giving any mares foals until I want them having kids.”
“What dah fwuff speciaw fwiend. How ou’ can do dat to gentweman aftew ou’ say ou’ be a good daddeh?” She added with an annoyed ‘tsk’ turning away.
Johnson gave her a light ‘whap’ on the flank. “No special friend talk while im human.” She looked over at you indignantly.
“How dawe ou’, eben Sundae’s daddeh nebah hit Sundae.”
“Well maybe that’s why you’re a smarty.” She looked particularly peeved at that one. “Look, at least all the colts are getting the same procedure, if not all the fillies.”
“Why nu just du to dah fiwwies den? If no can make babbehs why make so Gentweman nu can make babbehs?” This was what you were worried about phanes figuring out, but you knew she thought about it for a selfish reason.
“A lot of work goes into making sure I can provide safety, shelter and sustenance for all you fluffies. Daddy cant have you guys popping out litters every month or other month. Even if I limit the numbers I allow you to have, there are only so many fluffies daddy can keep in sanctuary and I’ll need to start finding homes for you guys after that and daddy can only do that for so long before there’s no more safe places.”
She wasn’t sure if Johnson just wasn’t ruthless enough as a smarty or what but started to think of a way to word it to play on his sensibilities… “Can daddeh nu just gib fwuffies back to dah institute an say dey go to a good home?”
‘This diabolical bitch…’ Johnson thought to himself outraged.
“Daddeh wiking Sundae’s intewigence again?” She add smugly and Johnson soon realized why.
“That’s strictly from anger Sundae.” Johnson lied to himself as well as her.
“Whatebah ou’ say, Daadeeeh~” She added drawing out the word and fluttering her eyelashes at him.
“Seriously Sundae don’t even think about it. You would end up a kebob.” Johnson added as they both began laughing at the absurdity of the image.
“I’ll make you a deal. If the other fluffies decide to have their fillies get the procedure as well, then Gentleman wont have to have it done.”
She pouted slightly. “Suppose it bettah den nothings.” Honestly for that you should have him fixed regardless. If you didn’t love his pattern you might not even have him changed back either. “Teww sundae dis doh… Am ou’ doing dis just fow ou’?”
“Well obviously I take priority here but it’s for the good of the community~” She gave him a light back hoof across the leg that was close to grazing his member tracing his inseam.
“Sundae mean diwectow ou’ dum~ Daddeh..” She added stopping herself from saying a word that might have gotten her in trouble. “Ou’ just wan hab aww enfies dat make aww dah babbehs.”
“Of course I don’t.”
“Ou’ wying to me, ow ou’ wying to ou’sewf?”
“I don’t completely understand Directors thinking when im myself. My body and that body are different. I don’t have to argue with director in here.” He gestured to his own head.
‘Ou suwe abou dat?’ was a tiny voice that was seemingly shut out of the standard three way decision making that went on in Johnsons head.