>Your fluffy, Angelica is about to give birth
>She got knocked up by some brown stallion a while back
>Beat the shit out of that motherfucker
>But you do support Angelica having babies, you just weren't pleased about the father being a feral
>You get everything set up, towels, bucket in case of any stillborns, that kind of stuff
>Angelica pops out a pink filly, just like her
>A black colt, cool!
>Finally, a brown filly, just like her father
>You hand the final, foal to your fluffy
>"Why Daddee gif poopies to Angewica? Dat not babeh! Siwwy Daddee!"
>What? Can she not hear this "poopie" chirping for a mother?
>"No Angelica, this is a baby! Look!
>She looks closer, then she turns her head in digust
>"No wan' babbeh! Babbeh poopsie babbeh! No wike!"
>What?! A baby is a baby. At least she isn't a runt.
>Managing to bottle up your anger, you say
>"Angelica...feed your baby, good fluffy mothers feed their babies.."
>"No! Stoopid babbeh! Nu wan'! Stoopid dummy Daddee thro' 'way stoopid babbeh!"
>Did she just call you...stupid? That fucking does it
>The first two foals have had their fill, you put them on a blanket, they hug it like it's their mother
>D'aaawww!
>Anyways, you slap Angelica's muzzle
>"Owwies! Why huwties Daddee?"
>You slap her again, harder this time. This is enough to reduce her into a whimpering wreck, the stress of giving birth helped you soften her up
>You hold her down and have the brown foal get some nutritious fluffy milk
>After the foal has had her fill, you place her next to her siblings and they make a small fluff pile to take a nap
>You take Angelica to your garage
>"Wha' Daddee gonna do to Angewica?"
>"Shut up Angelica."
>You first remove her legs
>By hand of course, you don't your tools getting messy because of something like this
>She's screaming the entire time, luckily your garage is sound proofed
>After lots of blood, cauterizing, and screaming, all of her weggies are gone
>"Why Daddee take weggies?" She sniffs, barely being able to talk after screaming at the top of her lungs
>"Because you're a BAD fluffy," You say, putting emphasis on 'bad' "bad fluffies reject their babies."
>"Huuu huuu huuu...Angewica sowwy, Angewica take cawe of babbeh...pwease gif weggies back Daddee...."
>"Too late for that Angelica." You say coldly "The only thing you're gonna do now is feed your babies, I'm not gonna let you hug or love your babies."
>"Huuu huu huuu...Angewica bad fwuffy...bad mumma..."
>You put Angelica in a cage and put her in a cabinet, she's just a common kitchen item now.
>You can hear her say "Wan die..."
 
>It's been a couple weeks since the foals were born
>You've been milking Angelica and putting her milk in bottles for the foals
>The foals are happily playing in the safe room, happy as can be. They're such good fluffies, obeying all the rules, always using the litter box, and not being annoying
>As far as they're concerned, they've never had a mother
>Your favorite is the brown filly as a matter of fact, she's so adorable
>She walks up to you, and raises her two front hooves up
>"Hugsies Daddee?" She says with such adorable eyes
>You give her the best hug you could whip up, she coos and says "Wuv Daddee, best Daddee eva."
>"Alright Tera, Daddy has to do something real quick."
>"Otay Daddee!" She goes off to play with her sister, Lily and her brother, Coal
>You walk to the cabinet with Angelica, the foals have been weaned, and she has served her purpose
>You open the cabinet, Angelica winces from the light
>"Well Angelica, your foals don't need your milk anymore."
>She only whimpers in response, she knows her fate
>You toss her into the trash can, she doesn't try to fight back
>You look at her and say "Any last words?"
>"S-sowwy babbehs...mama too dummy fo' yoo...best if mama dies...."
>You slam the lid and dust off your hands