Milk For the Foal

Milk For the Foal

>You have a cute yellow-coated earth fluffy mare, with orange mane

>You've had her for about eight months now

>You love her

>She talks all the time how she'd want to be a momma

>Finally, you get enough

>Go to a shelter and talk to them, they agree to "lend" you a stallion

>You bring her, put her in the same cage with the guy and soon they do their thing

>You didn't even have to pay anything, so everyone's happy

>Slowly, she starts to swell

>Three weeks pass

>She's not as big as some pregnant fluffies you've seen

>Her legs still reach the ground

>Finally, it's time

>She grunts and pushes out one foal, a colt

>Afterbirth comes out, but no other foals

>Huh, sometimes there's only one

>You hand the slimy squirming foal to her

>She sniffs it

>"No wike!"

>"What?" you ask

>"Fwuffy no wike babeeh!"

>Oh shit...

>"Listen, you wanted a baby. You have a baby. Now take care of him."

>"No wan."

>"You will NOT reject this foal. He's yours and you WILL take care of him!" you raise your voice

>The foal squirms on her belly, looking for a teat

>She hits it and it rolls off

>"Hey!" you yell and quickly catch the foal

>It squeaks weakly, still slimy and hungry

>"No wan babeeh"

>She rolls over and gets up

>"I'm afraid you're not getting away from this"

>You grab the slowly waddling momma by her neck fluffs

>"Waah!"

>"You will take care of your baby" you say as you put her to the floor on her back

>You take the foal and hold it

>"Now, lick him clean like all good mommas"

>You hold her forelegs down with one hand and hold the foal in other hand

>"No wan! Nuuuu! No wan babeeh!" she protests

>"Start licking, or I will hurt you!"

>"No wan..."

>"Yes you want!"

>She starts to sob

>You hold the foal while she slowly licks it

>Finally the foal is mostly clean, you'll have to finish the job later

>But for now it's time for the little one to get food

>You still pin her down and set the mewling foal on her belly

>"You will give him milk right now."

>Because you pin her down and hold her legs, she can't push the foal away

>"No wan! No wan babeeh! No gif miwk! Nuuuu!" she screams

>The blind foal squirms around, but finds the teat

>For the next fifteen minutes, the foal empties her teats and his momma begs you to stop it

>You finally let her go and she instantly tries to hit the foal

>But her stubby legs are too clumsy, she doesn't hit

>You snatch the foal away

>"Why do you hate your own baby?"

>"No wike babeeh! Fwuffy wan no babeeh!"

>"A month ago you wanted a baby!"

>"Fwuffy wan no babeeh no mo."

>"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

>She starts to cry

>You leave her there and take the foal to the bathroom

>You gently wash him with warm water

>You then set her down on a pillow, where he soon falls asleep

>Go back to the momma

>She's still on her back and has fallen asleep, not wasting a single thought for her newborn baby

>You grab her and flip over on her belly

>"Waaaah?" she wakes up

>You pin her down again and start cutting her back fluffs with the scissors

>"Nuuuu! Gif fwuff back! Cowd!"

>"It'll grow back."

>You flip her over again and cut off some belly fluffs too

>After some minutes, you have a nice pile of fluff

>She's crying now

>Leave her there

>Put the fluff in a bowl, shape it to look like a pillow

>It's very smooth

>Gently pick up the sleeping foal and put it in the bowl

>The best place for a one-hour old foal to sleep is its momma's fluffs

>He wakes up about four hours later, hungry as hell

>You hear him mewling and chirping

>Take him to his momma, who's again asleep

>Grab her legs and pin her down

>"Waah! Nuuuuu!"

>Again you hold the struggling fluffy momma while the foal gets his milk

>"No wan gif miwk! No wan babeeh!"

>"You know, if you want to play this hard, so can I. And I am harder than you. You WILL love your baby."

>She decides to shit in protest

>No big deal

>After the foal has gotten enough, you take her to her safe room

>Quickly fix her some spaghetti, she's still gonna need food

>The foal is going to require milk every 4 hours for the next two weeks

>And then it's like every eight hours for a few weeks

>After that, he'll slowly start to eat solid food

>Clearly, you're not going to repeat the feeding process in the night

>And it's getting late soon

>Take some rags

>She has finished the spaghetti, so you grab her

>Hold her over a bucket and squeeze her belly

>"Nuuuuu! No huwt! No huwt fwuffyyy!" she screams

>Shit squeezes out in the bucket

>Repeat until nothing comes out

>Tightly tie her forelegs with the rags

>"Nuuu! Nuuuu! Why no weggie move? Heeewp!"

>You stuff a sock in her mouth and tie a rag around her muzzle, effectively silencing her

>"I'm doing this because I want your baby to live. You wanted to play rough, we'll play rough."

>This is only a temporary solution, of course

>Tie her hind legs to chair legs, so her hind end is spread out

>She's unable to move or do anything except moan and cry

>Put lots of pillows around her

>Take the foal and set him on momma's belly

>Turn off the lights and leave

>Next morning

>She's awake when you open the safe room's door

>The foal is sleeping in the fluffs

>She looks at you with tear-filled eyes, moans and wiggles her tied legs

>The foal wakes up and chirps happily

>You pick him up

>He's in good health and his eyes have opened

>You put him on the floor and to your amazement, his legs carry him

>He slowly takes his first steps

>Very clumsy, but he'll get better

>"Look, you baby can walk already!"

>She looks at the happily waddling foal and then looks at you

>You remove the gag

>She gasps and coughs and has obviously difficulties closing her mouth after being forced open by the gag for nine hours

>She drools and gasps more

>After a while, she can finally talk

>"No huwt... no huwt no mowe. Wet fwuffy go."

>"I'm sorry, but if I untie you, you will hurt your baby."

>"Need poopies!"

>Okay, that's a good reason

>You untie her hind legs and pick her up

>Squeeze the shit in the bucket, again, ignoring the "owwie" cries

>The foal doesn't care, he's too busy waddling around the room

>You untie her forelegs and pick up the foal who protests with squeaks

>Leave her in the safe room

>Put the foal in the bowl to sleep

>Breakfast for you, spaghetti for her

>After she has munched down her spaghetti, you pick her up

>Take her to see the sleeping foal

>Put her on the table and pick up the foal

>You hold him close to her and let her see it

>She looks at it, sniffs it again

>And tries to hit with her stubbly leg, but misses

>You put the foal back in the bowl

>And slap her in the face

>She starts to cry

>"Why huwt fwuffy? Fwuffy wan no huwt!"

>"WHY DID YOU HIT YOUR OWN BABY?!" you scream at her. "FLUFFY MOMMAS DON'T HIT THEIR BABIES!"

>She just wails

>Grab her and hold her up close, looking at her eyes

>"Why do you hate your baby?"

>She doesn't answer

>"WHY DO YOU HATE HIM?!" you ask again

>"Babeeh... no wike babeeh. No wike fwuffy." she sobs back

>"No like fluffy! What? You're designed to like fluffies! You're meant to like your own babies!"

>"No wike babeeh!"

>"Aren't you useless shit!"

>After everything you've given to her in the past eight months, this is how she pays back?

>"You will take care of that foal. You fucking will!"

>She cries even harder

>Throw her in the safe room and go shopping

>A plan is forming in your head

>You buy a small dog muzzle, some rope and leather straps

>She's going to love her baby, no matter what

>Back at home, you give her some spaghetti and force-shit her in the bucket

>Quickly strap the muzzle on her face

>"Waah? Nuuu! Nuuffffmmm! Mmmmmhhh!" are her last words before you fasten it in place

>She squirms out of your hands and runs around in circles

>Drags her face against the floor, trying to tear off the gag

>Her crying has been reduced to muffled moans

>Shit sprays out of her ass

>Pick her up and tie her forelegs with the leather straps

>Tie two straps to her hind legs

>And tie their ends together behind her back

>They spread her hind legs wide apart

>Shave her belly fluffs, teats are very exposed

>Cover her eyes with a black cloth

>Done

>She's utterly immobilized

>And just in time, you hear the foal squeaking in hunger

>You set him next to his momma

>He looks around, spots the teats and waddles over

>He climbs up and starts to drink

>All while his momma cries and struggles

>The cloth covering her eyes is getting soaked from tears

>"If I can't get you to love your baby, you will at least give him milk. This way he will get milk anytime he wants and you can't stop him."

>Leave her there

>This is her life now, a nursing machine

>Every eight hours you untie and ungag her

>Feed and shit her, then tie her up again

>Every few days you untie each one of the legs at a time and massage them, to keep the muscles from atrophying

>On some days, free her and put her in a leash, so she can walk around in the safe room and see the foal

>She's definitely not happy

>But the foal is happy

>He gets all of the milk and grows fast

>Baby fluffs slowly get replaced with slightly coarser adult fluffs

>Beautiful deep blue coat with white mane and tail

>He starts to talk and thinks mommas muffled screams sound funny

>But he's a bit lonely

>Momma obviously can't play

>You play with him as much as you can, but it's not enough

>"Never leave a fluffy alone" is the first rule of fluffy ownership

>So you go scouting the shelters and finally find other suitable foal

>About the same age and also colt, so no need to fear pregnancy

>His colors also happen to be inverse of your fluffy's colors: blue mane and tail, slightly white-ish coat

>Take him home

>They instantly like from each other and start hugging and playing

>And life is happy again

>You introduce both foals to the tied-up momma

>"No wan babeeh!" is still her opinion

>Fine. You tie her back up.

>Now she'll nurse both of them

>Momma fluffy's muffled screams are even louder now, she knows what's happening and doesn't like it

>Finally, they both turn one month old

>You start to give them spaghetti

>They love it

>Momma fluffy has stopped secreting milk anyway

>You still sometimes give them milk from a bottle

>Decide to keep the momma tied up a while longer

>She has become very depressed in her mostly immobile state

>Once both new fluffies are about month and a half old, you decide to set the momma free, for good

>You untie her and remove the gag

>It takes hours for her to get up on her legs again

>She slowly and clumsily waddles around the house

>"No wike fwuffy" she says every time she sees the two other fluffies

>They're stronger than her, so she can't kill them anymore

>But she still tries to hit them every now and then

>They try to play with her, but she doesn't want

>"No wike babeeh. No wike fwuffy."

>She's still depressed and sulks most of the time

>You play with her, but she doesn't want to play

>A month later, you realize she'll never like the two other fluffies, no matter what

>She thinks they stole her milk

>She hates them

>You hate her

>You were wrong. She won't like her baby.

>A fluffy that hates other fluffies is useless

>One night, you wait until she falls asleep

>Stuff her in a carrier box

>"Nuuuu! Daddeeh! No huwt!"

>"Fuck you, you useless fluffy shit. If you don't like other fluffies, let's see how they treat you."

>Go outside with the carrier box, ignoring the screaming fluffy

>You walk into a nearby park

>Your fluffy has never been in there

>Sure enough, there's a herd of fluffies there, munching down grass and some are already sleeping in a pile of fluff

>You open the carrier box and empty it, dropping her into the pile of fluff

>"Ouchie!" "Owie!" they complain

>Turn to leave

>"Daddeeh! Fwuffy wuv daddeeh! Nuuu!"

>She panics and waddles after you, but can't keep up with you

>"Too late. Go to hell."

>You disappear in the night and leave her there

>She won't last long in the herd

>You'd love to see what happens when the others find out she doesn't like other fluffies, but you need sleep too

>By the next morning, the colts have forgotter her

>You throw ball with them, happier than ever before

>You never see that one hateful fluffy pony again

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