Rosemary was so excited! Daddy was going to LET HER HAVE BABIES! She was going to be a mummah, and she was going to have the bestest babies ever! Daddy had sat her down and told her the rules. All of the rules sounded really fair to her, too. She got to have babies! She got to raise her babies! Once they were all grown up and they didn’t need her milkies anymore, daddy would find new mummahs and daddehs for them. They would all have nice warm housies and the best nummies and toysies and they’d be the happiest fluffies ever! She felt a little sad that none of them would find a daddy who was as great as HER daddy. But they’d find great daddies and be so, so happy! Then he would make it so that she couldn’t ever have babies again. That made her sad, but some babies once were better than no babies ever, and that also seemed fair.
The best part? She’d get to KEEP one of her babies! FOREVER! One of her babies would stay there with her forever and they’d all be a family. Daddy and fluffies and even the kitty monster who wasn’t actually a monster! Sure, deep down she wanted to keep ALL of her babies. She wanted them to all be a family forever, every single one of them. But daddy had explained how he couldn’t take care of that many fluffies AND the kitty. Rosemary had laughed at him! Didn’t daddy know that SHE would take care of her babies, all of them, even when they were big, grown-up fluffies? That’s what mummahs did! But daddy said that taking care of her cost “munies,” whatever those were, and that all of them together would cost “too much munies.” She felt like he didn’t understand, but she also knew that daddy was very smart. Maybe daddy knew something she didn’t know? So she agreed to keeping one baby and only having babies one time, forever. She loved her daddy so, so much, and she didn’t want to argue with him ever. Even if it hadn’t been a rule, she knew that arguing with him gave him heart hurties, and she HATED for her daddy to have heart hurties. ESPECIALLY because of her.
Daddy told her that she couldn’t have babies right away. Instead, he told her that she had to learn some new rules. Rules specifically for her babies! Rosemary already knew everything she needed to know about babies, but daddy insisted. So every bright-time for what seemed like FOREVER (two weeks) daddy made her watch something called “Fluff Teebee.” Specifically, something called “Babies!”
Rosemary was doubtful until the first time she saw it. THERE WERE SO MANY BABIES! BABIES EVERYWHERE! There were pointy babies and wingie babies and earthie babies, all of them in so many different colors! They were running around and playing huggie tag, stacking blockies, playing with balls, cuddling up to their stuffy friends, and drinking their mummah’s milkies. While all of this was happening there were mares who would teach Very Important Lessons to the viewers. At the end of everything, all of them would curl up in fluff piles and the mummahs would remind Rosemary of everything she’d learned. It was the same list every single time.
Rosemary knew most of it deep in her little fluffy heart, but she always repeated the words along with the Fluff Teebee mummahs every single time. The rules for babies were:
One, all babies are best babies. No baby is better than any other baby.
Two, brown and green babies aren’t “poopie babies,” and they don’t eat poopies. They are good babies and they deserve just as much milkies, huggies and love as the other babies. If you treat them badly, you will be the WORST MUMMAH.
Three, babies need mummah’s milkies to grow up big and strong. All babies need enough milkies, so let all of them drink until they’re done!
Four, be careful with your babies! They can get hurt easily because they’re not big and strong. Always watch them and make sure they’re safe! Don’t let them wander away, not until they’re old enough to be 'splorin babies!
Five, as soon as your babies are walkie and talkie babies, teach them to make good poopies and peepees in the litterbox. If you don’t then they will be BAD BABIES, and you will be a BAD MUMMAH.
Six, teach them that their human mummah or daddy are ALWAYS RIGHT. If they talk back to their humans then they are BAD BABIES, and you will be a BAD MUMMAH.
The seventh was the newest thing to Rosemary. It involved some babies she had never seen before. There weren’t many on the Fluff Teebee, but there were a few of them. They had wingies AND pointies! Daddy said they were called “alicorns,” and both daddy and the mummahs on Fluff Teebee insisted that these alicorns WERE NOT MONSTERS. Rosemary didn’t know why that had to be a lesson at all, just like she didn’t understand why brown or green babies wouldn’t deserve all her love. All of them were babies. They were all fluffies. All babies were babies, which made them the bestest ever, so they OBVIOUSLY should get all the milkies and huggies and love! Silly mummahs!
Daddy constantly talked about those two rules more than anything else. Rosemary promised him that she understood and that the rules wouldn’t be a problem. She would love ALL of her babies. All of them, no matter what. Because they’d be HER babies. He also made her promise that if any of her babies ever did anything bad, or said anything bad - like calling anyone a dummy - then she had to tell him immediately so that they could be punished. Rosemary didn’t like the idea of her babies being punished. She remembered her punishment very clearly; it still gave her heart hurties when she thought about it. But she wanted her babies to be good fluffies just like her, so she promised.
Finally, after so many forevers, daddy told her the day had arrived. Today was the day she’d become a soon-mummah.
Rosemary spend the morning trotting around the safe room, giggling and babbling to herself. She couldn’t WAIT! BABIES!
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The date had gone really well and had been followed up by three more dates, all of which had gone even better. The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind. John wasn’t sure what sort of label, if any label, could be put on whatever he and Rebekah had going. He didn’t really care to put a label on it. It was fun. They were enjoying themselves. She was sweet, funny, and lots of fun in the sack. Fuck labels. He was content to just enjoy things as they happened.
The bigger whirlwind had been preparing Rosemary to have babies. He had a LOT to do. First, he had to buy her the extra supplies - a birthing mat, special “soon mummah” kibble that was fortified with special vitamins, a new litterbox for when she got too fat to move. The last one was kind of interesting to John. It was basically a large bed/litterbox combination, with a cushioned slot where the mare’s rear and back legs could comfortably rest. She could do her business without having to move, nice and easy. Rebekah did warn him, though, that he’d be wiping her clean every day at that point; she wouldn’t be able to squat, so she’d get plenty of shit and piss in her fur. John was resigned to it. After he’d bought all of her supplies, he got a subscription to FluffTV and started Rosemary’s education.
John had read too many nightmare stories to leave everything to chance. If Rosemary was possibly going to have any alicorns, or any “poopie babies,” he wanted to make sure that nothing bad happened to them. Luckily she seemed to think he was silly for even being concerned. She was intent on loving each and every one of her babies no matter what, which was a huge relief. He knew he could find good homes for any alicorns she had. The rest…well, he had plenty of relatives whose kids loved fluffies. He’d make sure everything worked out. None of them were going to end up as snake food. No way in hell.
Finally he worked out a deal with Steve; he’d pay a heavily discounted stud fee for Red’s services, and in return Steve would have first pick of the litter once Rosemary had decided which baby she wanted to keep. John had gone to check out Steve’s operation, and he was incredibly impressed. Everything was, more or less, free-range. The stallions and the mares were kept separate, each of them in different buildings.
But the buildings were huge, and each of them had giant pens with plenty of room to run around. There was an on-site vet. Families were kept together until the foals were adopted out. Mothers who had given birth to four litters were allowed to keep one out of their fifth to keep them from sinking into despair. They were fed good food and were given plenty of attention. Steve even had a pair of mares who helped assist in births, and helped train the foals to be well-behaved. It was impressive, and every fluffy there seemed incredibly happy. John figured that a fluffy could end up in far worse places.
Finally, after two weeks of preparation, John told Rosemary that Red would be over soon. By the end of the day she would be a “soon mummah.”
He couldn’t remember ever seeing her happier.
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“Y’ever watched the Discovery Channel?” Steve asked as he unloaded Red’s carrier.
“Yeah,” John said. “Why?”
“Well, this is gonna be a lot like that. 'Cept the animals can talk while they’re banging. Don’t need a narrator.”
John wanted to be there to make sure that Rosemary was safe and comfortable, but he wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to watch the fluffies fucking. “Maybe I shouldn’t watch.”
“Your call. She’ll be safe, but given her history I understand why you want to be there. She feels safest around you, huh?”
“She does. Oh, and don’t worry about the cat. I’ve shut her away. Didn’t know if Red would be okay with her.”
“You’d be surprised. It takes a lot to rattle Red. A curious cat’s not gonna do it.”
“Good to know. Sounds like they’re going to have interesting children.”
“Sure hope so. Wouldn’t mind another good alicorn.” Steve followed John to the safe room and set the carrier down by the baby gate. He opened the carrier door and leaned down. “C’mon out, Red. It’s showtime.”
Rosemary was huddled in her bed, nervous and excited all at once. She didn’t know how to behave, and she wasn’t exactly sure how the whole thing was going to go down. Red walked out of the carrier and then sat down in the middle of the room, waiting for Rosemary to feel safe. Rosemary looked up at John.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “Red’s a very good fluffy. I’ll be here. Everything will be fine.”
She nodded, then hesitantly stood up and approached Red. “Hewwo, Wed. Fwuffy namesie am Wosemawy.”
Red stepped forward and nuzzled his face against hers. “Hewwo, Wosemawy. Am vewy pwetty mawe.”
Rosemary giggled. “Fankoo, Wed. Wed am vewy pwetty tu.” She cooed as he kept nuzzling her, then looked surprised when he moved further back, sniffing at her special place.
“Wosemawy smeww pwetty. Wan haf speshuw huggies wif Wed? Wed gif gud feews, if Wosemawy wan.”
This is the most uncomfortable goddamned thing I have ever seen in my entire life, John thought silently.
She nodded and raised her rump, giving Red access to her special place. He mounted her and she gasped as his no-no stick entered her, but this time was different. This time she wanted it to happen and Red was being gentle with her. He’d asked for her permission first. All hesitation melted away as the act got underway, and the noises started in earnest.
“Enf enf enf enf enf enf enf enf.”
“Ip ip ip ip ip ip.”
“The fuckin’ miracle of life,” Steve muttered.
“Does it get any less weird?” John asked quietly.
“Nah, but you get used to it.”
“Not sure that I’d want to.”
“Eh, there’s good money in it.”
“Fair enough.”
A couple of minutes later Red was shouting “GUUUUUUUUUD FEEEEEEEEEEWS,” and the two fluffies collapsed on each other, exhausted.
“Fankoo fo gud feews, Wosemawy,” Red said, nuzzling her affectionately.
“Fankoo fo tummeh babbehs, Wed,” she said in response, closing her eyes and nuzzling him in return. “Wed am bestest fwuffy.”
“Let 'em cuddle for a few minutes,” Steve said. “He gets annoyed if I try to pull him away too soon, and it looks like your girl is enjoying the affection. You got a beer?”
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After Steve and Red were gone, John headed back to the safe room to check with Rosemary. She was snuggled up in her bed with Sasha curled up beside her. He didn’t want to bother her if she was asleep, but Rosemary lifted her head as he entered the room.
“Hewwo, daddeh.”
“Hey, sweetie. How do you feel?”
“Happeh. Wed am vewy nice fwuffy, make Wosemawy feew pwetty and gud.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Do you want to nap with Sasha until dinnertime?”
“Yus pwease, daddeh.”
“Okay, girl. If you need me for anything just yell for me, okay?”
“Otay, daddeh. Fank yu.”
John turned to leave, but paused as she called out to him again.
“Daddeh?”
“Yes?”
“How time tiw Wosemawy feew babbehs?”
“Give it a couple of day…uh, bright-times.”
“Otay, daddeh.” She put her head back down and shifted as she prepared to sleep. “Fankoo. Bestest daddeh evah.”
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Two days later John was sitting on the couch. Rosemary was curled up next to him, watching an action movie. She never understood what was going on, but she was always content to watch them and she’d stopped asking nonstop questions a month back. Everything was peaceful.
Suddenly she screamed. “DADDEH!” She shot to her hooves and jumped into his lap, shouting “DADDEH, DADDEH, DADDEH!” over and over again.
He reached down, held her steady, and stared at her. “Rosemary! What the hell? Calm down!”
“Daddeh!” she grinned. “Wosemawy feew tummeh babbehs. WOSEMAWY HAF TUMMEH BABBEHS! WOSEMAWY AM SOON-MUMMAH!”
She leaped off of the couch and started running in circles around the couch. Sasha wandered into the room, jumped up on the back of the couch, and stared down at her.
“Soon-mummah, soon-mummah, soon-mummah! Wosemawy am soon-mummah!” Over and over and over again.
“Here we go,” John sighed.
seems John all ready from stuff and tutorial even bout equal love to alicorns and earthie colored foals.