1/6
>Be a richfag.
>Made your money...retired young.
>Got a fluffy pony to amuse yourself.
>She was amusing for about a week.
>Now she's just annoying.
>Let her watch TV to keep her from bugging you.
>Nature programs are usually good.
>Sometimes she freaks out when predators make a kill.
"Whaaaah! Scawy munsta huwt amminal! Hewp amminal, daddee!"
>You gave up trying to explain the TV to her months ago.
>Today it's a show about baby animals.
>awwwshit.jpg
>You know what's coming.
>"Daddee, daddee, daddee! Fwuffy wan' babees!"
>The last thing you want is more fluffy ponies.
>If you ignore her she'll pout, but she'll eventually forget.
>But no...this could be fun.
>"Okay, I'll see what I can do."
>"Yay! Fwuffy wuv daddee! Fwuffy haf babees fow daddee!"
>Fluffy pony hugs your leg.
>Call your drug dealer.
>"The usual, Anon?"
"No...I need fertility drugs this time."
>"Huh?"
"You know...what infertile women take to induce ovulation."
>"Like that crazy bitch that had 8 kids at once?"
"Yeah, that's the stuff."
>"Why the fuck do you need that?"
"Just get it, I don't need to explain myself to a dope dealer."
>"Okay, okay man, be cool...I can get it."
>You're a good customer.
>He'll get the shit for you.
 
2/6
>Fluffy pony is super-excited about having babies.
>She keeps asking you when they'll arrive.
>Fluffy dumbass has no idea how it works.
>She's never even been with a stallion.
>You dealer delivers the fertility drugs.
>Injectable hormones...nice.
>They're not cheap.
>Read instructions.
>Begin fertility treatments.
>Twelve daily injections
>Fluffy does not like this one bit.
"I thought you wanted babies?"
>"Why huwt fwuffy wif needwe? Fwuffy no wike owwies!"
>She's already crying and trying to hide from you.
>Covering eyes with her hooves.
"This will help the babies come."
>You know damn well she doesn't understand.
>Give her the injection.
>Fat needle...right in the stomach.
>Fluffy squeals and cries.
>Repeat eleven more times.
 
>You arrange a stud session.
>Do your research...pick a stallion known for siring multiple foals.
>Singles or twins are normal for fluffies.
>This stallion has sired quads...normally triplets...never less than twins.
>Just what you're looking for.
>Bring your fluffy mare to the breeder.
>She's practically bouncing off the walls of her carrier.
>"Fwuffy get babees today? Fwuffy an' daddee go get babees?"
"Calm down, today is just the first step."
>Fluffy stud is an aggressive, randy stallion.
>Snorting and stomping at the floor of his cage.
>Breeder explains "I've been spraying odor of mare in heat into his cage all morning."
>Fluffy stallion is practically insane with fuck-lust.
>"I also snap a little rubber band around his cock & fluffy balls...makes them all swollen & sensitive."
>This sick fucker really knows his stuff.
 
3/6
>Take your fluffy out of her carrier.
>Breeder trims her butt fluff...fluffy doesn't like that.
>"Nuuu! Dun take fwuff! Fwuffy wuv fwuff!"
>Stallion starts banging on the door of his cage as soon as he see's your mare.
>Fluffy hugs you tight in fear.
>"Whaa! Dat fwuffy scawy! Fwuffy no wike!"
>Set your mare down in the breeding pen.
>She cries...scared to be put down in a strange place.
>"Pwease pick fwuffy up daddee! Fwuffy scawed, wan' up!"
>Breeder pulls out his stallion.
>Little fluffy legs kicking like mad.
>Sets stallion down in pen...he bolts straight for your mare.
>Fluffy mare panics and runs.
>Comical scene makes you and breeder laugh.
>Horny stallion chases terrified mare around child-sized playpen.
>Both clumsily falling and running into the walls.
>Enough fun...catch your mare.
>She thinks she's saved.  "Fank yu daddee! Meanie fwuffy scawy!"
>Pin her down by the neck.
>"Whaa? Nuuu! Why? Nu wet meanie fwuffy gif owwies!"
>Stallion looks puzzled at the help you're providing...hesitates.
>A poke from the breeder gets things moving.
>Horny stallion mounts your mare.
>Mare screams...she's never been with a stallion.
>"No wike! No wike! Daddee hewp! Hewp fwuffy!"
>Stallion pumps furiously at mare's recently virgin fluffy vag.
>You look over at breeder.
>Hand in his pocket...he's rubbing his cock.
>What a sick fucker.
>By now your mare is just crying, hoping it will end soon.
>It does.
>Exhausted stallion flops to the floor...big grin on his face.
>Release mare from your grip.
>She whimpers and begs to be picked up.
>Can't sit up on her rump...it's too sore from fucking.
>Breeder tosses them both a fluffy treat.
>Leave your sobbing mare in the pen while you pay breeder.
 
4/6
>It's been a few weeks now.
>Your fluffy mare is swelling up.
>Eating 3 times her normal ration.
>It's okay...you indulge her.
>Healthy grain & vegetable diet.
>Spaghetti for extra calories.
>Beans for protein.
>Make sure she's getting the right vitamins.
>Vet comes to visit.
>"This is highly dangerous. Your fluffy pony is carrying an unusually large litter. I recommend aborting, or at least C-section."
"No, I'm gonna let her deliver naturally."
>"Okay...but she'll never be able to care for them all."
 
>Keep fluffy calm and relaxed.
>She's so fat walking becomes difficult.
>Spends most of the day in basket in front of TV.
>Begs to sit on the couch with you.
>That ain't happening.
>Too close to due date.
>Don't want her water to break on expensive silk couch.
>Crying fluffy tries to climb up to you.
>Laugh as she rolls over on her back.
 
>The day arrives.
>Highly paid vet comes to assist & witness.
>Video camera set up to record.
>This might be a World Record litter.
>Fluffy pony is moaning and pushing.
>First wet slimy foal slides out.
>New momma cleans it with her tongue, nuzzles it.
>Helps it find her teat.
>Second foal pops out.
>Cleaned...latched onto teat.
>Third...fourth...fifth.
>Fluffy momma tries to rotate squeaking foals on her two teats.
>Sixth...seventh...eighth.
>Fluffy can't even clean them all.
>You & vet help by wiping new fluffies clean.
>Painful contractions continue.
 
5/6
>By the time the vet leaves fluffy has 12 squirming foals.
>She actually birthed 18, but 4 were stillborn and two died quickly.
>Not quite the World Record.
>12 foals...two teats...that's not good math.
>Fluffy pony is confused.
>"Hewp! Hewp daddee! How fwuffy gif miwk awl babees?"
"I can't help you...I'm a man, I have no milk."
>Fluffy cries and she tries to keep track of which foals have fed already.
>All foals are squeaking and crying for more.
>You leave her to her motherly duties.
 
>Check on fluffy.
>She's exhausted...fluff is dirty & matted.
>Squirming babies fight over her two sore teats.
>She has no milk, but they suckle anyway.
>The losers cry constantly.
>"Dun cwy babees...mummy wuv...mummy gif huggies."
>She has enough food for herself, but she can only produce milk so fast.
>"Daddee, what do? Babbees cwy! Fwuffy tiwed!"
"You wanted babies...I told you it would be hard."
>"Whaaaaahhh! Pwease hewp fwuffy! Too much babees!"
"What do you want me to do?"
>Fluffy doesn't know.
>She cries...you're offering help but she doesn't know what to ask for.
 
>Two days have passed.
>9 foals have gotten just enough milk to stay alive.
>Your fluffy cradles the dead three, trying to hug them back to life.
>Her teats are swollen from constant suckling.
>She hasn't slept a minute since the birth.
>Her eys are crusted up with dry tears.
>Bits of fluffy chow stuck in her fluff.
>She just eats and produces milk.
>Her foals aren't getting enough to develop, so they still can't speak.
>"F-fwuffy so t-tiwed..."
 
6/6
>Four days in, 5 foals remain.
>Fluffy mummy is like a zombie, hard to tell when she's awake or passed out.
>Her teats are bloody from 4 days of non-stop tugging.
>Her belly fluffy is worn off by the squirming foals.
>The delicate skin underneath is raw and chafed.
>Blisters and open sores are polluted with excrement.
>Whenever a foal touches her horribly sore teats she howls in agony.
>Even for the living foals it's too late.
>They didn't get enough milk during the first crucial days.
>They will never develop normally.
>Fluffy notices you watching her.
>Her eyes are yellow and crusty.
>Pretty obvious she has a blood infection.
>"D-daddee...f-fwuffy nu wan' b-b-babbees."
"Now you don't want babies?"
>Fluffy sobs...the terrible statement goes against all her instincts as a mother.
>She nods weakly. "Dun wan' b-babbees..."
>Lean down.
>Whisper into fluffy ear.
"Then you're a bad mommy."
>Fluffy chokes on a sob...goes limp.
>Her extra-retard babies continue to squirm and scrape at her belly.
>They'll get no more milk from her.
>Pick up dead fluffy mummy.
>Last five foals fall into her basket, squealing in terror.
>They've never been away from momma's fluff before.
>Weak & malnourished, they stumble around and squeak.
>Foals this age should be talking, running, able to play.
>Toss fluffy out with the trash.
>Gather up the foals, living & dead.
>Put them out in the bird-feeder.
>The crows will enjoy them.