> You own a fluffy pony, a light blue mare
> Somehow, she got pregnant; you think a stray must have got at her while she was playing in the yard
> You're slightly apprehensive about looking after the foals
> You've heard they die even easier than fully grown fluffy ponies
> Fluffy pony hasn't asked any questions about why she's getting bigger
> You're not sure if she's even aware she's pregnant
> One day, you hear a moaning coming from fluffy pony's safe room
> You go through, and see her squatting over her litter box
> It must be time
> Fluffy pony seems to be doing OK on her own; you don't want to get involved if you don't have to, as you've heard some mothers can be overprotective just after birth
> Gradually, two foals emerge, then it looks like fluffy pony's finished
> Fluffy pony turns around and contemplates her children
> Flecks of litter are stuck to the slime covering their bodies, and they're mewling softly
> Fluffy pony nudges each one a few times, to roll it in litter
> This only makes the foals cry louder
> “Why poopies make noise?” fluffy pony asks
> Huh?
> One foal wriggles towards fluffy pony, trying to get at her teats
> “Poopy no touch fwuffy! No make diwty! No wan' sowwy stick!” she says, panicking
> You may have been overly harsh in punishing fluffy pony that time she trampled shit across the carpet
> Fluffy pony raises her leg above the foal, and brings her hoof down
> The bleating stops
> You rush across the room, and pick fluffy pony up before she can harm her other baby
> Lock her in the safe room, then go back to see if you can help the remaining foal
> It's still breathing
> Wipe the slime of it with a damp sponge, and wrap it in a tea towel
> Dig fluffy pony's old bottle out from the back of the cupboard
> Spend the next few days looking after the foal, while fluffy pony is confined to her room
> Soon she can walk, and has started spouting the usual fluffy pony dialogue
> Introduce her to fluffy pony
> Both start babbling about 'new fwen' and hugging each other
> Everything seems to be going OK, even if fluffy pony doesn't recognise the foal as her daughter
> After a few hours of playing, foal must be getting hungry
> Instinctively tries suckle fluffy pony's teats
> Fluffy pony freaks out
> “Wape! Bad touch! Wape!” she screams
> Fluffy pony kicks the foal away, then runs and hides under the sofa
> You're forced to donate the foal to the local shelter
> Just say her mother rejected her, don't go into details
> How the fuck did these creatures survive one generation outside the lab?