Continuation of Copyright Infringement
“Hey Daniel, just reminding you that I’m off for the next two weeks.” Tricia held her phone with her shoulder as she grabbed a small cardboard box off her porch.
“Ah, that’s this week?”
“Yep. Sorry bossman, you gave me all those sweet benefits and I’m gonna use them.”
“No, no, enjoy your vacation! Where are you headed?”
“I’m just staying home, I’ve got some new friends I’d like to spend some one-on-one time with.” She shut her front door, carrying the box across the house. “The Forever Foal place gave me a bit of a bribe trying get your funding.”
“Ahhhh.” Danny made a knowing noise. “Well you enjoy yourself, I’ll treat you to lunch when you’re back so I can hear all about it.”
“I’ll hold you to that, boss!” She paused in her hallway, hand on a doorknob. “There’s actually a favor I might need, so you might hear from me a little sooner. We’ll see how things go!” She hung up before any reply.
Tricia hummed to herself as she made her way down her basement stairs, the cardboard box under her arm. The stairs were narrow and rickety with a thick layer of cobwebs and dust on them, but the door at the bottom was practically brand new.
She had, after buying her house, turned the basement from a damp bare room and into a basic saferoom. Padded floors, painted walls, a handful of toys, a small sink on the wall, and a closet to store any supplies she or her fluffies could need. The stairs creaked loudly with every step, assuring her that no fluffy would be willing to make their way up them.
“Hi, Rosie!” She called, stepping into the small room.
A dull pink pegasus with a red mane across the room gasped, dropping her block. “Mummah home!!” She cheered, running up to her.
“Yes!” Tricia kneeled down as Rosie hugged her knee, ruffling her red mane. “And Mummah has some fun surprises!”
“Am it sketties?!” Rosie asked.
“It’s better than sketties! Mummah took some time off work, so we can play all day!”
“HOOWAY!!!” Rosie cheered. “Wosie miss mummah suuuuu much!!”
“Well, if my special girl is gonna be a mummah herself I’ll need to be here for you!” She said, kneeling down next to her excited fluffy.
Rosie blinked as the information filtered through her tiny brain. “Wosie… be mummah?!?!”
“Yep!” Tricia set the little cardboard box down. “And this little one is for you!”
She opened the lid, and a small blue foal lifted her tear stained face out, the start of a purple mane tangled against her neck.
“HEWWO BABBEH!!” Rosie screeched, sending the foal back into her box.
“Now now, let’s let her get comfortable.” Tricia lifted the trembling foal out of the box, petting her soothingly as the foal curled into her chest.
“Wai babbeh hab diapew?” Rosie asked. “Nu can make guud poopies?”
“Sweetie here is a special foal. You know how all your siblings got new homes and left your mummah?”
Rosie nodded.
“Well, when you have your foals they’ll all find new mummahs and daddehs too!”
“Buh… nu wan babbehs gu way!” She protected.
Tricia nodded sadly. “I know, it’s so sad but that’s how things are. This baby is special, though.” She gently stroked Sweetie’s head, soothing the shaking foal. “She’s going to be a little baby forever so she’ll never grow up or leave you, you’ll get to be her mummah forever!”
“Dat am guud!” Rosie cheered. “Wosie get be mummah foebah!!”
“Mh-hm!” The foal in her arms still trembled, she could feel the rough scars on her hoof pads as she hugged Tricia’s arm. The training had clearly been rough on her.
“She’ll help you learn how to be a good mummah. I’ll help you with things like feeding her and changing her diaper until you get the hang of it.”
“Can Wosie hab babbeh?” Rosie held out her hooves, and Tricia held out the terrified foal to her.
“Be gentle with her.”
“Hewwo, babbeh!” She said, giving the foal a tight hug. “Am mummah!”
“…Mummah?” Sweetie asked, looking up with wide eyes at her new mother.
Rosie nodded, joyful tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Tricia snapped a picture of the happy pair before standing.
“I’ll let you two get to know each other, I’ll be back with a bottle for her.” She left the pair, letting the door shut firmly behind her. She began to hum her little tune again, heading back upstairs.
Sitting on the kitchen counter was a large pink bag with FluffMart branding. Tricia dug through it, taking out the supplies she wouldn’t need at the moment; a pink foal-sized onesie and a blue adult fluffy-sized one, the container of hormone blockers, a sample sized pack of lactation kibble, and both foal-sized and adult-sized fluffy diapers.
“Ah! There you are!” She pulled out the small glittery bottle, running the tap until the water warmed up and scooping formula into it.
She put the rest of her supplies back into the bag, continuing to hum her tune as she made her way back to the basement with the bottle of formula. The other toys would have their time to shine.
