This was inspired by @infraredturbine 's Selfish Choices series.
Here’s how this works: Readers who comment can suggest a fate for one of the foals. Or the mare, stallion, or random bit of background debris. If I like an idea I’ll write a story where they meet that fate. It’s not first come first served though, so no rush.
If more than one commenter requests a story for a fluffy and I like both ideas I’ll write both.
I mainly write weirdbox and/or abuse, but I’m willing to give hugbox or sadbox a try.
There is an alley. It’s full of trash, including a broken cinderblock, an empty pizza box, and a dumpster overflowing with food waste from an Olive Garden. There’s also a mare in it.
The mare is a soon-mummah about to become a mummah as she’s giving birth.
Afterwards she places her chirping foals in her nest made of food wrappers, old magazines, and old teddy bear with no eyes, newspapers, and other things she and her special friend found.
Exhausted after all that she goes to sleep.
After waking up she feels hungry and goes off to find food, forgetting about the foals she’d given birth to the previous day. She won’t be returning.
In the nest are a group of chirping and increasingly hungry foals who have yet to open their eyes.
An orange and green pegasus with a malformed wing. She’s suckling her hoof while crying.
A pink and blue earthy lying on it’s side kicking his sibling in the head while smiling. It might be doing it accidentally or on purpose, it’s up to the reader to decide.
The foal the previous fluffy was kicking is a light tan and dark tan unicorn and he’s now derped.
A light blue pegasus with a yellow mane. He’s the loudest of them, chirping angrily for milk.
A dollar bill-colored earthie with a dollar-shaped mark on her side. She’s hugging a bit of the nest.
A near-perfect Luna alicorn. Near-perfect because it’s male. He’s making humping motions.
A shit brown earthie born without legs. He looks confused and is trying to wriggle his stumps.
A bright red and yellow seafluffy foal. We’re talking McDonalds colors. No knowing why she’s there.
Pick a fluffy, pick a fate for them.