Coal and Trevor Part 2 (Final)
A few days have passed without major events and Trevor was enjoying Coal’s company but as every day passed that by, she kept on getting bigger and bigger. One day Trevor noticed that she got so bloated that she could barely walk.
‘Coal sweetie, are you okay?’ Said Trevor worried that Coal was in some sort of pain.
‘Soon mummah Coaw am happies!’
That pretty much answered Trevor’s question… at the same time he was worried of a huge litter. Fluffies were quite common these days and Trevor would only have time and money for Coal and two of her foals at best. He would worry about that later.
‘Daddeh Twevow, Coaw hav tummeh huwties.’
And there it was, the one thing Trevor wished of his beloved Leo to do, to just tell him what the fuck he wanted.
‘Oh, right sorry dear I’ll get you on that.’ Trevor refilled the water dispenser unit and refilled her food bowl to the indicated amount. Trevor then cleaned her litter box and to his surprise the waste on her litter box did not smell bad, in fact it did not smell at anything at all. It seems that a properly cared for fluffy, fed with the right kibble on a measured amount produced healthy odorless waste, as intended from a bio-toy.
One week after when Trevor was browsing the internet Trevor heard a scream.
‘BIGGEST POOPIES!
Trevor chuckled a little. ‘Coal sweety, I better see that big turd of yours on the litter box.’
‘Daddeh pwease hewp pwetty Coaw! Munstah poopie babbehs!!!’
“Munstah what?” thought Trevor, as he entered the room and saw two things that resembled turds right next to Coal. He braced himself for the smell as he approached. There was an enormous amount of amniotic fluid right next to coal who was trying to get away from the things that resembled turds. Upon closer inspection Trevor noticed that the two little objects were in fact foals.
‘Daddeh Twevow pwease sav pwetty Coaw fwom poopie munstah babbehs!!!’
“Munstah babbehs?” Trevor grabbed the foals and saw a look of terror from Coal. ‘Coal sweetie, you must clean your babies and feed them, they will die soon if you don’t do so.’
‘Pwetty Coaw nu wan munstah poopie babbehs!’
Trevor had in fact prepared himself for this. When he next visited the fluffmart to buy more kibble he mentioned the kind girl Emily about Coal’s condition and how worried he had become because she would kept on getting bigger and bigger. Emily reminded him of the possibility of Coal giving birth to a brown fluffy and if that was the case there was a likelihood that she would reject it from her litter. Emily showed Trevor little syringes that had no needle and the tip was wide, this would help a human feed a foal (apparently this was a common occurrence) and formula for the foals. Trevor bought it all… just in case.
Turned out that Trevor’s precautions would save his two new little friends. Trevor went to the kitchen sink and carefully bathed the chirping foals with lukewarm water, he dried them carefully with a towel and fed them with the formula using the syringe, the whole process was soothing to Trevor, he really felt like a father taking care of his vulnerable kids. Once Trevor noticed that the foals were satisfied, he put them in a towel to keep them warm. Trevor was nonetheless furious at Coal and went and grabbed the still unused sorry stick, he whacked Coal a few times, who then started to cry.
‘stop your crying you soulless bitch.’
‘Huhuuhuu why daddeh Twevow huwt pwetty Coaw.’
Pretty Coal? Trevor just noticed that Coal has started to call herself that a couple of days ago. Was she becoming the bratty mare he read about on the internet? Trevor didn’t recall ever spoiling Coal at all. Just patting her, playing with her using the ball much like how he would with Leo, and feeding her normally. Never ever giving her spaghetti or extra meals. Trevor hoped that she hadn’t become a bratty mare.
Ignoring Coal cries of pain, he went to his computer to do some research. Turns out that “munstah babbehs” was a variant of fluffies that had both wings and horns, they were known by humans as “Alicorns” Trevor went to check on his little friends and indeed they had miniscule wings and horns but what worried Trevor the most was the fact that they were brown to top it all, now it was beyond a shadow of a doubt that that Coal would not feed them… Trevor would have to feed them but he couldn’t be there all the time. He tugged them again and did some more research. Apparently there was nothing that would force a mare to feed alicorn foals, not even another alicorn mare.
‘Well fuck me,’ Said Trevor ‘I need to find something to fix this asap.’
Next morning, he went and checked on the foals and sure enough they were chirping and peeping in hunger. He painstakingly fed them worried that he might be late for work, he checked on Coal.
‘Daddeh? Pwetty Coaw has tummeh huwties.’
‘Will you feed your babies?
‘Nu! Pwetty Coaw bestest miwkies am fo bestest babbehs! Nu fo dummeh munstah babbehs!’ Said the mare defiantly.
Well tough shit you heartless cunt, I MIGHT give you food when I return from work.’ Said Trevor pissed. At this the mare started to cry but Trevor just ignored her and left for work. Trevor was normally working all day only remembering about his little friends when he sat on his car on the way home. ‘Oh crap!’ Said Trevor mortified, he drove as fast as he could… why did it matter so much to him? Its not like they were his kids, but perhaps that was the point he thought, to give him something to think about other than himself… much like a family except without the risk of a divorce and having kids that turned into disappointments or get rid of like fluffies.
First thing Trevor did when he returned home was to feed on his little friends. He was not surprised to see them sucking on the syringe so fiercely, Trevor needed something that would feed them through the day. He made sure that his little friends were asleep before grabbing the keys to the car to check on the fluffmart to see if they had a solution for this type of thing. On his way to the door Coal called out to him.
‘Daddeh Twevow! Pwetty Coaw Weawwy has wowtehs tummeh huwties!!!’ Said Coal sitting while she put her hooves on her stomach.
‘Just feed your babies and you will have food’
‘Nevah!’ said Coal to Trevor, but the way she said it made him chuckle.
‘Have it your way cunt, keep it this way and you’ll starve.’
Once in the fluffmart Trevor asked a random worker for this issue and the worker recommended bring the foals to the store and have a milk bag feed them. The fluffmart would charge depending on how long the foals needed to stay until they were able to eat solids.
‘A what now?’ Said Trevor extremely confused.
‘A milk bag is a mare that feeds foals, that’s their entire purpose regardless if the foals are hers or alicorns.’ When the worker saw the look of bewilderment on Trevor, he explained the term with more details.
‘A milk bag mare has her eyes taken out and a feeding tube is shoved down their to stomachs, and have their legs are amputated, fluffies look like pillows without their legs, hence the term.’ He continued ‘Once pillowed, eyes removed, pinned down, and the feeding tube shoved down their throats, foals are free to suckle at their teats. Gruesome I know but this method allows for mares to feed foals that aren’t hers and even valuable alicorn foals.’ Said the random worker
‘How much would the store charge?’
‘It really depends on how many foals you intend on feeding; Foals are able to eat solids rather quick. two weeks is the usual time. We also need to know the type of foal.’
‘Why? A foal is a foal, right?’ Said Trevor incredulously.
‘Once foals open their eyes and notice their brothers and sisters, they may spot a brown fluffy. Two things could happen, either they turn the entire litter against it, or they protect it. The latter is way more frequent, but it happens, that’s why you see brown fluffies in feral herds.
‘Well, my two new foals are two brown Alicorns.’ Said Trevor.
‘Oof, that will cost you extra.’
‘Why?’
‘Brown Alicorns turn one against another even if they are brother and sister. So, we will need two dedicated milk bags. Once they are old enough, they can be talked down to accept one another. Alicorns are smarter, by fluffy standards anyway, so that is highly likely the case… but even then, it might not happen. You would have to get rid of one and by getting rid I suggest the mare as we could make her a milk bag herself, we do the process and we either keep her or send her to breeders’
‘Can I give you the mother of these two so you can turn her into a milk bag? I could get a discount for that right? She does have milk right now and quite honestly, she pissed me off by rejecting her litter. Said Trevor
‘If you really want to we could do that, but the discount would be minimal as the process to turn her into a milk bag is rather expensive.
‘Oh certainly, not only did she reject my two new little friends I think she is turning into a brat, I don’t know why I never ever spoiled her.’
‘That can happen out of the blue believe or not.’
All this time Emily was listening to the conversation and she thanked her lucky stars. As Trevor was leaving the store she called out to him, he recognized her and walked up to her.
‘Hey, sorry but I couldn’t help but to listen to your conversation. If you want, I could buy that mare for full price.’ Said Emily.
‘Why?’
‘I work on the side with a friend of mine and we need milk bags ourselves, the fluffmart is ripping you off when you sell them the mare. I can’t just offer you to feed the foals, that would be suspicious, I could lose this job. But I can buy the mare and you can tell them that she started to behave well when you warned her about turning her into a milk bag. For some reason mares know what that means and start to behave well… usually. That should help you cover some of the cost for your foals.
‘Ok sure, anyway I need to bring my two little friends to the fluffmart, they must be hungry.’ Said Trevor
‘I am sure they are…’ Said Emily with the most sinister smile.