John and Bella #17 By SubSmoke606
It had been a day or so since Kori gave John his ultimatum. To any reasonable person, it seemed like a pretty easy choice.
You sell the foal, you make bank, done. It shouldn’t matter if Bella would lose her shit or not, or any stupid promise you made her. She was a fluffy, and fluffies shouldn’t fucking matter.
But there’s the kicker. John may have been reasonable, sure. But he cared so deeply about the little herd he had cultivated in his shitty little spare bedroom. He had admitted to himself, in time, that he really did love all the fluffies in that room. It took him a while to care about Blueberry, but he really had grown to love how dutiful he was to Bella and their foals. He truly loved Bella, too. Clearly for what she has on the inside, cause even Blueberry knew deep down Bella wasn’t a very pretty mare.
Bella for the most part was none the wiser of the situation. She had noticed her daddy had been quiet since Uncle Kori had visted, but she was too wrapped up in being a new mummah to really pay too much attention to anything else besides her babbehs.
She loved all of her babbehs so much. She didn’t ever dare speak it out loud, but she had biggest scardies and heart hurties for her two too little babbies. She knew deep down that her bright green sparkly filly would take forever sleepies soon. But how could she tell anyone?! Maybe daddeh will think she’s the worst mummah ever, and never let her have babbehs again if all she could make was dummeh forever sleepie babbehs. She just kept it too her self. Maybe she wouldn’t even take forever sleepies? After all, huggies, love and milkies fix *everything* and the little filly definitely gets plenty of those, so she should be fine!
Bella loved being a mummah still, through and through, to all of her foals. She wouldn’t know what to do if she ever lost one, or got one taken away. She may even go forever sleepies!
The next day, John called Kori after he was sure all the fluffies were asleep.
“Hey, you busy?” Sighed John, dreading the conversation they were about to have.
“Nah, not at the moment. Have you thought about our talk at all?”
“Yeah, yeah I have.” said John, scratching the back of his head.
“Look, how soon do you need her, man? She’s not even weaned or walking or even fucking seeing anything yet for Christ’s sake.”
Kori mulled it over in silence. On one hand, he knew most dedicated buyers would honestly prefer her as young as possible. It was trendy to hand raise foals, especially rare or designer fluffies. But, he also knew what this would inevitably do to his prized Bella, and wondered if it would be best to give him some time to spend with her. Or maybe letting her bond with the foal only to have it taken from her would make it even worse?
“Look, man. I’ll come by tomorrow and take it. You won’t even need to be involved. Let her hate me.”
John just sighed. There really wasn’t a good way to do this, and he didn’t have any better idea’s, so he agreed. They hung up, and John’s mood was officially soured. Even if Bella didn’t hate him for this, she’d still be broken. John knew Bella couldn’t handle being broken again.
He went in to the saferoom and held the still sound asleep Bella close to his chest, and he reflected on the time they’ve spent together. It wasn’t always good, not by any means, but in hindsight he wouldn’t change any of it. He remembered the first time he saw her, at the throwaway bin at a Fluff’s-R-Us. So soft, quiet, aloof, and adorably sad even. Those big, bulging, puppy dog eyes pleading at him for love.
Or when she was still just a little potato and she’d sit on his lap after work while he played Streets of Rage 2 and she’d just giggle and laugh at all the cartoon violence.
Most fondly, he remembered the look on her face when she finally became a mommy. When she held her babies and special friend close and looked up at John with a total satisfaction and completeness he hadn’t seen anywhere else. So beyond proud of her foals and her mate, and thanking John with that one glance of pure bliss and contentment.
He held her close, kissed her as she cooed in his gentle embrace, and hoped for the best.