- >Be a femanon.
- >You just LOVE fluffy pony foals!
- >Especially after three miscarriages and a stillbirth.
- >Scumbag husband left you for fertile girl. Has kids now.
- >You don't.
- >Smother love into fluffy pony foals instead.
- >THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!
- >Filthy, trash-ridden alleyway near your house.
- >Cook a massive plate of spaghetti, with marinera and parmesan.
- >Bring it out to the alley, place it under only working light.
- >Hide in the shadows.
- >Not long before...
- >"Fwuffy smew sketties!"
- >Ugh! A mature fluffy pony. DISGUSTING.
- >Who would wants an adult fluffy pony?
- >Adults just ABANDON YOU OVER AND OVER.
- >ADULTS CALL YOU CRAZY AND INFERTILE.
- >ADULTS CAN GO FUCKING BURN AND DIE.
- >A fluffy pony mare appears out of the dark.
- >Her eyes grow wide with hunger at the sight of the spaghetti.
- >Starts gorging herself immediately.
- >"Mummah, wait!" "Mummah! Wan' sgetty!" "Hungwy!"
- >Can it be?! Those weak, soft voices!
- >YES!
- >Three fluffy pony foals show up behind her.
- >They can barely walk.
- >The mother's ignoring them as she stuffs her face.
- >"Wan'! Fwuffy wan'!" they cry as they stumble up to the plate.
- >They weakly start nibbling on the pasta.
- >Mother notices and gets angry.
- >"No, babies! Sketties fo' mummah! Babies wait!"
- >Their eyes water, but they obey their gluttonous mother.
- >She eats even faster. They watch miserably.
- >You can hear their grape-sized stomachs growling from here!
- >"Fwuffy hungy.." "Mummah wet' sgetty?" "Wan' foody!"
- >One of them starts sobbing.
- >Mother doesn't even look at them.
- >Enough is enough.
- >Step out of shadows from behind.
- >Pick up mother with a tight grip.
- >Babies cry out for her in terror.
- >"No! Mummah!" "Munsa hab mummah!" "Hewp! Hewp! Hewp!"
- >Mother is shaking, trying to escape.
- >She cries. "No! Fwuffy wan' sketties! Wet down! Sketties!"
- >Are you shitting me?
- >Hurl her over wooden fence into someone's yard.
- >Lands with a thud.
- >Babies start sobbing, better act quick.
- >"I'm your new mommy!" you smile. "I brought you those sketties!"
- >The foals are hesitant. "New mummah?" "Wan' fwuffy mummah!" "Hungy..."
- >"Eat!" You point to the plate. "Eat up, babies!"
- >They seem confused and scared, but they all eat their fill.
- >Finally full, they seem more open to you.
- >"Fwuffy wuv' mummah!" "New mummah! Pway mummah?" "Fwuffy wan' pway!"
- >"Yes, fluffies," you cry with joy. "Let's go home and play..."
- >Pick up babies; ignore sound of the mother being eaten by pit bull.
- >Cry with bliss as they call you "mummah" on walk home.
- >God you wish you weren't menstruating right now.