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Vengence of Fluffy Momma

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>your fluffy pony is pregnant.
>although your pissed that pissed that your friend's male fluffy pony knocked yours up effectively against her will, your fluffy seems oddly keen on the idea of fluffy babies.
>you agree to do everything in your power to make sure that delivery goes smoothly.
>it's one week later, your fluffy has gotten noticeably larger and now can no longer move on her own.
>you lie with your fluffy pony in the safety room, cuddling her and feeding her from your hand to keep her calm.
>"uhoh! gotta make pwoopies!"
Hold on, I'll got get your litter box.
>"can' wait!"
>she struggles a bit and you hear crying coming from her rear end.
>sticking out from you fluffy is a tiny puff ball, crying it's little eyes out.
>ITBEGINS.jpg
>you thank god that you cut some of the fluff from the necessary areas to avoid complications as you take ease the baby from your fluffy and proceed to clean it off.
>no sooner do you set this baby nursing than your fluffy groans again and another tiny puff ball appears behind her.
>repeat the process until there are five baby fluffy pony nursing against your now mommy fluffy pony.
>the sight is beyond adorable and you can't help yourself, you reach out to pet the new fluffy family.
>suddenly your fluffy snaps too and with a speed that you would next expect from a mare that had just given birth, she bites down on you hand.
>OW! THE FUCK?!
>your fluffy growls at you loudly and give you a DEATH GLARE that no fluffy pony should be capable off.
>"weave..." she says, "NOW!"
>you don't argue, slowly you back out of the room and close the door, your fluffy maintains her DEATH GLARE the entire time.
>thefuckjusthappened?!.png
>next morning
>you enter the safety room tepidly.
>you are greeted by calls of "pway" and "fwiend" and the sight of the baby fluffies frolicking and playing under the watchful eye of mommy.
>she seems to have calmed down from yesterday.
>she still shoots you an annoyed look when you enter, but doesn't force you away when you go to pet her and the babies.
>you bring breakfast for everyone and this seems to set her mood right, she is happy and so are her babies.
>you write off what happened as some post-delivery stress.
>sometimelater.jpg
>your friend comes over with his male fluffy pony.
>he figured that his fluffy should meet his offspring and you couldn't agree more.
>you set the male fluffy down in the safety room and watch carefully.
>the babies babble with joy to the chorus of "new fwiend!" and "hwugsies!", he and your fluffy embrace in a loving hug, the sight melts your heart.
>you and your friend leave to catch up when a scream issues from the safety room.
>ohshitohshitohshit
>you find the male fluffy on his side, visibly injured and crying, while your fluffy glares daggers at him and growls.
>you friend thinks it best if he and his fluffy go.
>he collects his crying fluffy; your fluffy maintains her death glare with the male fluffy until he leaves.
>thefuckisgoingon.tiff
>cleaning the safety room.
>you and mommy fluffy have been trying to train the babies to use the litter box with marginal success
>you clean out the room with a hose while your fluffy and her babies play in a closed off pen in the living room.
>you hose down the room absentmindedly until you hear some crying at your feet.
>ohfuck.png
>you cut the hose and see one of the babies sit in a puddle bawling it's eyes out.
>miraculously, it has not drowned.
>you breath a sigh of relief when you hear it behind you.
>you turn to see your fluffy at the door with the DEATH GLARE TO END ALL DEATH GLARES.
>she asks you a simple question.
>"swow o fast?"
>ohshitthisisreallyhappening.bmp
>actually.jpg
>nottoday!.tiff
>survival instinct kicks in.
>this behavior is unacceptable and must end now.
>is a swift motion, you grab fluffy by the scruff of the neck and take her over to carrier, she struggles and growls the entire way.
>you throw her in and lock the door.
>you go to the garage and retrieve a hammer, you make sure to walk past the carrier with the tool in full view.
>you make sure she cannot see her babies in the pen.
>you begin pounds the ground around the babies causing them to cry.
>you do this for several hours, your fluffy screams the entire time.
>you take the babies back to the safety room.
>you then take the carrier back and let her out, she runs to her babies to make sure they're ok.
>you say nothing, the message is clear, you're in control and there is nothing she can do to stop you.
>you lock the safety room door and go to bed.
>next morning.
>unlock safety room door and enter.
It's time for breakf-
>they're gone.
>all of them.
>babies, they're nowhere to be found.
>before you can contemplate this further, something large, hard, and heavy strike your temple and brings you crashing down to the floor.
>it was the carrier, you left it in the safety room.
>fluffy walks up to you and stare you right in the eye.
>you are bleeding profusely from the head-wound.
>She speaks, her voice filled with ice.
>"yoo can thweaten me, beat me, evwen kwill me, but thweaten my babes an' I WILL FWCKING KILL YOO!"
>Her eyes contain wrath that you have never before witnessed.
>"CWEAR?!"
>you need medical attention, and your fluffy is the only one who can get help.
C-crystal.
>"Good!" she says happily as she runs out the safety room
>"Hewp! Hewp! My owna' hwave ouchies!"
>Fucking Fluffy Ponies.
>Scary motherfuckers.
>this was the final straw
>you check the wound in the mirror later
>shit, you don't need a doctor for this
>the mother is watching her brood
>she tries to wither you with her glare, but she has made a huge mistake
>without a word and blood still on your face you reach down, gripping the back of her neck rather than the scruff
>she squirms, shouting death threats
A threat doesn't really mean much if you can't act on it
>"Fwuffy kiww you!"
>walking to the garage, you've placed newspaper on the concrete
>on the ground next to it are a collection of tools
>ball-peen hammer, pliers, iron, an electric shaver, and a space heater
>you carefully position her under your foot, weight holding the furious ball of fluff on her back
>grasping tightly, your whole body wrenches her forelegs upward
>even on a fluffy pony, connective tissues are tough
>she's screaming as her legs dislocate, and you repeat the process on the hind legs
>her eyes are full of pain and hate as you grab the hammer
>you bring it down on her useless limbs, bones shattering with each strike
>every time you kept you cool when she pooped on the floor or broke a lamp is now mirrored in this act of brutal crippling
>fluffy pony tries to bite you, but your hands force her mouth apart, far enough to dislocate that as well
>setting aside the hammer, you rip out her teeth one by one
>you plug in the iron and the space heater and begin shaving her
>she's trying to make words but between the pain and the dysfunctional jaw its useless
>the iron is nearly red with heat when you begin pressing it to her flesh
>it blackens and cracks, her wails shrill and incoherent
>you stand once she is a blackened, quivering pile of abused meat
I have one final surprise before I leave you here to die.
>you head in grabbing the cuddly little ponies
>they are affectionate and adorable, and despite their mother they still call you "fwiend"
There's a monster in the garage... I need you to get rid of it.
>they ask what a monster is, and you explain it to them
I want you to beat it up as best you can!
>when you put them onto the garage's floor, their mother shudders, trying to worm its way towards them
>four of them are clearly disgusted and crowd around your legs
>the colt though has more fire to him
>he smacks his little hoof into his mother's blackened, bloody snout
>the others draw their own courage from this, and join in
>after a minute of nonstop beating they are clearly tired, and you take them inside for a nap
>when you return, the fluffy pony is as broken as a living creature can be
There's something comical to all this. Even if I scared them, I'd
never hurt them. I'm going to tell your babies that you left them
because you didn't like them. You are going to wallow in this agony
for tonight because you thought you could threaten me.
>head inside, clean wound and bandage it
>the next morning you check on bad fluffy pony
>she has drowned in blood and tears

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>your fluffy pony is pregnant.
>although your pissed that pissed that your friend's male fluffy pony knocked yours up effectively against her will, your fluffy seems oddly keen on the idea of fluffy babies.
>you agree to do everything in your power to make sure that delivery goes smoothly.
>it's one week later, your fluffy has gotten noticeably larger and now can no longer move on her own.
>you lie with your fluffy pony in the safety room, cuddling her and feeding her from your hand to keep her calm.
>"uhoh! gotta make pwoopies!"
Hold on, I'll got get your litter box.
>"can' wait!"
>she struggles a bit and you hear crying coming from her rear end.
>sticking out from you fluffy is a tiny puff ball, crying it's little eyes out.
>ITBEGINS.jpg
>you thank god that you cut some of the fluff from the necessary areas to avoid complications as you take ease the baby from your fluffy and proceed to clean it off.
>no sooner do you set this baby nursing than your fluffy groans again and another tiny puff ball appears behind her.
>repeat the process until there are five baby fluffy pony nursing against your now mommy fluffy pony.
>the sight is beyond adorable and you can't help yourself, you reach out to pet the new fluffy family.
>suddenly your fluffy snaps too and with a speed that you would next expect from a mare that had just given birth, she bites down on you hand.
>OW! THE FUCK?!
>your fluffy growls at you loudly and give you a DEATH GLARE that no fluffy pony should be capable off.
>"weave..." she says, "NOW!"
>you don't argue, slowly you back out of the room and close the door, your fluffy maintains her DEATH GLARE the entire time.
>thefuckjusthappened?!.png


>next morning
>you enter the safety room tepidly.
>you are greeted by calls of "pway" and "fwiend" and the sight of the baby fluffies frolicking and playing under the watchful eye of mommy.
>she seems to have calmed down from yesterday.
>she still shoots you an annoyed look when you enter, but doesn't force you away when you go to pet her and the babies.
>you bring breakfast for everyone and this seems to set her mood right, she is happy and so are her babies.
>you write off what happened as some post-delivery stress.
>sometimelater.jpg
>your friend comes over with his male fluffy pony.
>he figured that his fluffy should meet his offspring and you couldn't agree more.
>you set the male fluffy down in the safety room and watch carefully.
>the babies babble with joy to the chorus of "new fwiend!" and "hwugsies!", he and your fluffy embrace in a loving hug, the sight melts your heart.
>you and your friend leave to catch up when a scream issues from the safety room.
>ohshitohshitohshit
>you find the male fluffy on his side, visibly injured and crying, while your fluffy glares daggers at him and growls.
>you friend thinks it best if he and his fluffy go.
>he collects his crying fluffy; your fluffy maintains her death glare with the male fluffy until he leaves.
>thefuckisgoingon.tiff


>cleaning the safety room.
>you and mommy fluffy have been trying to train the babies to use the litter box with marginal success
>you clean out the room with a hose while your fluffy and her babies play in a closed off pen in the living room.
>you hose down the room absentmindedly until you hear some crying at your feet.
>ohfuck.png
>you cut the hose and see one of the babies sit in a puddle bawling it's eyes out.
>miraculously, it has not drowned.
>you breath a sigh of relief when you hear it behind you.
>you turn to see your fluffy at the door with the DEATH GLARE TO END ALL DEATH GLARES.
>she asks you a simple question.
>"swow o fast?"
>ohshitthisisreallyhappening.bmp

>actually.jpg

>nottoday!.tiff
>survival instinct kicks in.
>this behavior is unacceptable and must end now.
>is a swift motion, you grab fluffy by the scruff of the neck and take her over to carrier, she struggles and growls the entire way.
>you throw her in and lock the door.
>you go to the garage and retrieve a hammer, you make sure to walk past the carrier with the tool in full view.
>you make sure she cannot see her babies in the pen.
>you begin pounds the ground around the babies causing them to cry.
>you do this for several hours, your fluffy screams the entire time.
>you take the babies back to the safety room.
>you then take the carrier back and let her out, she runs to her babies to make sure they're ok.
>you say nothing, the message is clear, you're in control and there is nothing she can do to stop you.
>you lock the safety room door and go to bed.


>next morning.
>unlock safety room door and enter.
It's time for breakf-
>they're gone.
>all of them.
>babies, they're nowhere to be found.
>before you can contemplate this further, something large, hard, and heavy strike your temple and brings you crashing down to the floor.
>it was the carrier, you left it in the safety room.
>fluffy walks up to you and stare you right in the eye.
>you are bleeding profusely from the head-wound.
>She speaks, her voice filled with ice.
>"yoo can thweaten me, beat me, evwen kwill me, but thweaten my babes an' I WILL FWCKING KILL YOO!"
>Her eyes contain wrath that you have never before witnessed.
>"CWEAR?!"
>you need medical attention, and your fluffy is the only one who can get help.
C-crystal.
>"Good!" she says happily as she runs out the safety room
>"Hewp! Hewp! My owna' hwave ouchies!"
>Fucking Fluffy Ponies.
>Scary motherfuckers.


>this was the final straw
>you check the wound in the mirror later
>shit, you don't need a doctor for this
>the mother is watching her brood
>she tries to wither you with her glare, but she has made a huge mistake
>without a word and blood still on your face you reach down, gripping the back of her neck rather than the scruff
>she squirms, shouting death threats
A threat doesn't really mean much if you can't act on it
>"Fwuffy kiww you!"
>walking to the garage, you've placed newspaper on the concrete
>on the ground next to it are a collection of tools
>ball-peen hammer, pliers, iron, an electric shaver, and a space heater
>you carefully position her under your foot, weight holding the furious ball of fluff on her back
>grasping tightly, your whole body wrenches her forelegs upward
>even on a fluffy pony, connective tissues are tough
>she's screaming as her legs dislocate, and you repeat the process on the hind legs
>her eyes are full of pain and hate as you grab the hammer
>you bring it down on her useless limbs, bones shattering with each strike
>every time you kept you cool when she pooped on the floor or broke a lamp is now mirrored in this act of brutal crippling
>fluffy pony tries to bite you, but your hands force her mouth apart, far enough to dislocate that as well
>setting aside the hammer, you rip out her teeth one by one
>you plug in the iron and the space heater and begin shaving her
>she's trying to make words but between the pain and the dysfunctional jaw its useless
>the iron is nearly red with heat when you begin pressing it to her flesh
>it blackens and cracks, her wails shrill and incoherent
>you stand once she is a blackened, quivering pile of abused meat
I have one final surprise before I leave you here to die.
>you head in grabbing the cuddly little ponies
>they are affectionate and adorable, and despite their mother they still call you "fwiend"
There's a monster in the garage... I need you to get rid of it.
>they ask what a monster is, and you explain it to them
I want you to beat it up as best you can!
>when you put them onto the garage's floor, their mother shudders, trying to worm its way towards them
>four of them are clearly disgusted and crowd around your legs
>the colt though has more fire to him
>he smacks his little hoof into his mother's blackened, bloody snout
>the others draw their own courage from this, and join in
>after a minute of nonstop beating they are clearly tired, and you take them inside for a nap
>when you return, the fluffy pony is as broken as a living creature can be
There's something comical to all this. Even if I scared them, I'd
never hurt them. I'm going to tell your babies that you left them
because you didn't like them. You are going to wallow in this agony
for tonight because you thought you could threaten me.
>head inside, clean wound and bandage it
>the next morning you check on bad fluffy pony
>she has drowned in blood and tears

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