This story is a sequel to the return of quicksilver by(that1hugboxer)
You made the decision to take home the newly freed micro fluffy slaves
You didn’t want to keep them in a normal enclosure. Mostly so you could make sure any potential poopie babies or alicorns didn’t get booted into a pit of crap.
You explain in very clear terms that if any fluffies are mistreated or malnourished , there will be harsh punishment.
“Even poopy babies and monster babies.”
The tiny little fluffies complained
“Nu wan dummy poopie babie nu wan monsta babie!”
“Tough luck pal , because if I find even one malnourished poopie or monster fluffy the ones responsible will be put on a permanent fluffy mush and never get toys again.”
“Nu wan fwuffy mush!”
“Well then you better be nice to everyone including the monster and poopie babies. All babies are good babies!”
“Buh. Buh”
“NO BUTS!”
One of the micro fluffies started stomping her hooves
“Dummy daddy fwuffy gib poopie un monsta babbie foweva sweepies!”
You grab the blue and orange micro by the neck flab
You put her on a wall of tiny retractable sorry leashes
“Anyone else want to argue?”
The remaining microfluffies seem to get the message
You ask your friend Ann if rootbeer could watch over the microfluffs while you’re at work.
Thankfully Ann agrees to leave rootbeer at your house during the day until you are satisfied that all the micros are trained to recognize all babies as good babies
“While I’m at work you are to listen to rootbeer as if she’s your mama”
One of the micros puffs out his cheeks
“Nu wissin tu dummy poopie mansta mawe”
You clear your throat
“Yes you WILL. Because if you don’t”
Glare directly at the fluffy
“You will be spending three bright times on the sorry leash”
The once defiant micro bites his lip and slinks backwards.
“Does everyone understand?”
The micros nod
“Good”
You head out for work
Rootbeer is a very loving fluffy but don’t let that fool you into thinking she won’t strike the fear of God into any fluffy that steps out of line.
Fluffs who have been bad are put in a separate box by rootbeer so you know who to punish when you get home
The first day 3 micros were in the punishment box and when you get home true to your word they got three bright times on the wall of sorry leashes .
The next day one of the micros bit rootbeer.
That micro got 6 bright times on the wall of sorry leashes
The next five days went by and no new offenders.
Then it happened , gummy one of the micro mares gave birth to a litter of mostly poopie babies
You had warned her during pregnancy that if she did anything bad to the babies she would get a punishment far worse than the sorry leash or fluffy mush forever.
You could not leave things to chance so you put together a separate box with micro milk feeder for the future babies just in case
Good thing you did
Almost immediately after giving birth gummy started neglecting her brown and dull colored babies
Rootbeer took all gummy’s babies and put them in the box with the milk feeder
“Nu gib babies bac tu gummy!”
“u no be good mamma. Wootbeew am mamma now”
You get home from work and gummy begins to sob
“Daddie! Wootbeew take gummy babies!”
“Daddy warned you to be nice to all your babies or something bad would happen”
“Bu gummy nu wan poopie babies! Gummy wan pwety babies”
“And now you have no babies”
“Rootbeer will be their mamma now and you only have your self to blame!”
“Nu faiw! Gummy am mamma! Wootbeew nu hab miwkies!”
You smile
“Oh don’t worry gummy you will still be giving milk to your babies”
You attach a tiny milk pump to gummy
“All of your babies!”
“Hu hu nu wike nu wike”
“STOP WHINING!”
You have had enough of gummy’s BS
“I give you a home!”
“I give you food!”
“I give you love!”
“I give you toys”
“I let you have special friend and babies”
“ the only things you have to do are make good poopies/pee-pees and love all your babies”
“Only Two simple rules and you refuse to show even the slightest shred of empathy for own DAMNED children!”
“You treat your own excrement better than your children!”
“You will never have babies again!”
“And do you know why!?”
“Because after this litter is ready for solid food, I’m having you spayed!”
“Nu daddy gummy sowy,GUMMY SOWY!!!”
“Pweas gib gummy notha chancie, gummy nu be bad no mow!”
“Gummy wan babies! Gummy du anyting! Just wet gummy hawv babies!”
“YOU WANT BABIES THAT BAD DO YOU ?!!!”
“FINE”
“You can have babies… but you have to go back to your old Daddy”
Gummy froze at the mere mention of old daddy.
“O…owd Daddie?”
“You remember your old daddy right!?”
“The one who zip tied you to the bottom of a cardboard throne and made you carry a morbidly obese fluffy around like you were a slave!?”
“Bu nu Daddie pwomis gummy nu have go back tu owd daddy! U pwomis!
“And you promised to take care of ALL your babies!”
“You made your bed now lie in it!”
“I’ll give you 1 bright time to decide . If you haven’t made up your mind by then I’ll flip a coin to decide for you!”
“Pweas daddy gummy sorry! GUMMY PWOMIS WUV AW BABIES!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears
You say one final thing to gummy before leaving the room
“ONE Bright time!”
