Meet Grape, a purple pegasus with a lavender colored coat of fluff and a curly, dark purple mane. She is a fairly happy fluffy currently living alone with a single human ‘daddeh’ who provides her with her own safe room, toys, and even her own TV to watch her favorite show; Fluff TV. Life was simple, but for her owner taking care of a pet fluffy was no easy task, as the price of kibble and his bills steadily began to rise in addition to the fact that he couldn’t squeeze any more money out of the job he was currently working.
This left him with an ultimatum; get rid of his fluffy or find some way to make some quick cash, though with how much time, love, and money he had sank into Grape over the past two years, the choice for him was fairly clear. Luckily, Grape had been asking for babies for months now and although he had little to no experience with breeding he figured that a litter or two will be able to cover her expenses until he either found a permanent solution or prices dropped. Over the next few days, he went door to door asking people if they had an unfixed stallion whilst keeping his eyes out for ferals whom were willing to aid in his plight in exchange for food until finally he managed to strike up a deal with a small family just a few blocks away. According to them, they were going to be putting their stallion up for adoption due to it being a smartie and figured that it could do some good by impregnating the mare and further punishing it for the hell it had been putting the family through by not allowing it to see its young.
The next day, the man strolled up to the same house with his fluffy on a leash and greeted the homeowners before making his way inside and striking up a bit of smalltalk whilst the fluffies did the deed. Once Grape was let out of her harness, she excitedly began exploring the small room she had been placed in, it seeming similar to her safe room at home with the exception of the lack of a TV and things such as toys and the litterbox being placed in new locations. All these small details would mean little to the ignorant fluffy as she was soon confronted by a green unicorn stallion with a long black mane “Hmf, who am dummeh mare? Smawtie nu wan neu sissy!” He huffed, stomping the ground to make his point but due to her lack of interaction with other fluffies, his words hardly phased her “Fwuffy am nu neu sissy siwwy! Fwuffy am hewe fo speciaw huggies an tummeh bebbahs! Gwape, wan be soon mummah an hab pwettiest bebbehs an hawt happies!” Needless to say, the stallion didn’t need much more coaxing than that.
After roughly fifteen minutes of waiting, Grape’s Owner finally came to check up on her, making sure that she got pregnant before plucking her from the saferoom and taking her home. The separation of her and her new ‘special friend’ was a bit messy, but some ketchup and leftover spaghetti noodles was enough to make her forget about the stallion. Months passed, and Grape grew larger to the point where she was rendered immobile which signified that her foals were almost ready to come, and sure enough in the later hours of the night her owner was awoken by her cries of ‘BIGGEST POOPIES’ followed by the soft chirps of newborn foals.By the time she had popped the last one out, there were eight of them in total, all of them being good colors with no ‘poopie babbies’, though despite this there was one that she refused to clean and feed; a small yellow alicorn still dripping wet and crying out for its mother. “Grape, you missed one. You’ve gotta clean all your babies and give them plenty of milkies, remember?” The man says, gingerly scooping up the newborn foal and presenting it to her in the palm of his hand “Nu fowgewt bebbeh, mummah gwape gib all gud bebbehs wikie cweanies an miwkies! Dat am munstuh bebbeh, gwape nu wan munstuh bebbeh.”
The man’s face went pale, he had heard of fluffies that didn’t accept alicorns but he figured that with all the Fluff TV she watched it would teach her to take care of all her foals equally just like how it helped to teach her to use the litterbox when she was little. Although he wasn’t an experienced breeder, he knew that the foal couldn’t be left alone with her and within a short time it would surely die of starvation. A yellow alicorn was far too valuable to simply be left to wither away but he didn’t have the heart to pillow his beloved grape nor the funds to afford formula. Thinking quickly, he rushed to the garage to find a way to safely restrain Grape in a way that would be impossible for her to escape. Rope came to mind a few times, extension chords, christmas lights, but he still worried that she would manage to find a way to wiggle out of them or hurt herself trying. That was when he saw it; an old rabbit cage and some tubing that had been sitting around and collecting dust ever since his pet passed away and the tubing itself was just large enough to fit a fluffy inside.
Taking one of the plastic tubes from the cage, he dashed back inside hiding the thing behind his back as best he could. “Graaape, I have a present for yooouuu. Since you’re now a mummah, you’re gonna have to wear this special ‘Mummah Tube’ to keep you safe. After all, if something happens to you, who will feed your bebbehs?” He asks, relieving the large pink cylinder which Grape seemed fairly excited about “Yay! Tank yu daddeh! Gwape am gon be bestest mummah fo bestest bebbehs!” She chirps before getting into the ‘uppies’ position and having the tube slide over the top half of her whilst the bottom remains exposed so that the others could feed. Of course, her owner knew that the possibility of her falling forward and accidentally crushing her foals was fairly high, thus she was kept in place using some rope and heavy furniture which effectively pinned her to the wall.
For the next few weeks, she’d be kept against the wall, unable to move much like a milkbag and only being released when modifications had to be made to her set up which included adding her own personal litterbox beneath her to ensure she didn’t make a mess and a funnel to make feeding and watering her easier. Really she was more like a houseplant at that point, but there wasn’t much she could do besides begging to be let out and let her see her foals, a request often denied as she unknowingly fed both her colorful ‘good’ babies, and the ‘monster’ baby. Over time, the litter was weaned off of their mother’s milk and transitioned to solids before being put up for adoption. Each foal managed to find a home, especially the alicorn whom was worth enough to keep Grape around at least for the next seven months or so along with a small blue stallion whom was given to the previous owners of the smarty as a token of good will. As for Grape, she no longer wished to have any more babies out of fear of being placed back into the tube.
THE END.