A cream and rose alicorn mare limped down a sidewalk. Her belly dragged on the ground. She carried a discarded ice cream cone. The people that passed her recoiled at the sight of her and gave her a wide berth. Not even the biggest hearted hugboxer wouldn’t go near her. And most twisted abuser thought letting her live would be the best abuse they could give her. They did take pictures of her as a tool for abuse.
The mare made it to her nest between two abandon buildings. She had tried to live near people, she made humans and their fluffies vomit looking at her. That wasn’t good for any businesses or neighborhoods. The humans had chased her away before she could even rest.
The mare added the ice cream cone to her pile of food. She seen other fluffies being able to walk pregnant. Her shorter then normal uneven legs made it almost impossible to move near the end of her pregnancies.
The mare shut her eyes tight to drink water. Even she found herself revolting. She laid down in her nest and thought about her tummy babies. She got them the same way she had gotten her other tummy babies. Some human had brought their misbehaving breeding stallion to the alley and order them to give her enfies. They never wanted to, but the human had threatened to leave them there. Since she was the only mare for a long long ways, she was going to be their special friend. The stallion would give her bad special huggies, then leave with the human, promising to do everything they said from now on.
She seen bad mares too. Their humans would tell them they would look just like her if they kept misbehaving. Like the stallions they would promise to be good. She had no voice to argue with them with. The humans sometimes came back with food. It didn’t stop her from wishing she had what the other fluffies had. She knew she would make a good fluffy pet. If only she was given the chance. It was her dream to have a nice home and pretty babies like The other fluffies.
The mare thought back to her life. She had been the only foal her mother ever had that wasn’t born with forever sleepies. Her mommy and her daddy, or was it her mommy’s uncle or brother. The mare couldn’t remember. She remembered that they hated having special huggies. They just did it because they had to. Her momma felt she needed more babies and her daddy-uncle wanted special lumps to stop hurting.
Her family didn’t looked like other fluffies. Other fluffies were so pretty and they were all ugly and deformed. They always had humans and homes. They lived outside. She had met fluffies that had ran away from home. They either couldn’t give her babies or they ran back home.
When she grow into a big fluffy her uncle-daddy went out to find her a special friend of her own. He never came back. Her mumma drowned herself after her latest litter was born stillborn.
After that the mare went from one alley to another until she found her alley. He life had been the same ever since.
She it was dawn when the labor pain started. She huffed and puffed and hoped. She hoped her babies were as pretty as their daddy. She hoped humans would take them in. She hoped that they would be alive this time.
After the first foal slid of her she heard chirping. After the second, she felt something tear inside her. She didn’t think it was a concern, it wasn’t the first time it happened.
After the mare pushed out the afterbirth, she turn her sluggish body around. She looked down at her babies. They were the prettiest babies that she ever seen. They were all chirping and alive.
She leaned her heavy body against a wall to feed them. She let herself go to sleep. Her dreams were finally coming true.
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A crow tore out another piece of a fluffy. Her deformed stillborn foals had been taken long ago. She flew up to her nest as another crow took her place. The crow looked at her chicks that had hatched that morning. She didn’t know or care that she was feeding her brood pieces of the last feral fluffy. Nor did anyone else.
at least she sees a happy dream before she passed away.