1/8
>Be young fluffy mare.
>Live in a cage with 5 other fluffy mares.
>Some of those mares have babies.
>Mister gives you nummies, cleans out the poopies place.
>Once a day, Mister lets all of you out of the cage.
>Get to play with other fluffies in the pen.
>One day, Mister takes you out of the cage, but not the others.
>Puts you into a small pen, alone.
>It's scary being alone.
>Oh, good, he's putting another fluffy pony in with you.
>It's a stallion.  He sniffs your butt.
>"Pway?" you suggest.
>"Huggies!" replied the stallion.
>Good...you like huggies.
>Stallion gives you a strange hug, from behind.
>He hurts your private place.
>You cry for Mister "Pwease hewp fwuffy! Fwuffy no wike hugie!"
>Mister does not help you.
>The stallion finishes.
>Run into the corner and cry.
>Mister picks you up.
>You wish he would hug you, but he doesn't.
>He puts you back in your cage.
>At least you get a cookie.
>Mister goes and puts the stallion back in his cage.
>He gets a cookie too?!
>That stallion shouldn't get a cookie!
>He should get spankies with the sorry stick!
>Bad fluffies that hurt other fluffies should not get a cookie.
>You are angry, but other mares in cage hug you.
>"Fwuffy be mumma now!"
>Huh?
 
2/8
>Slowly getting bigger as the days pass.
>Feel something moving inside of you.
>Finally begin to understand.
>There's a baby inside you!
>That makes you happy, but you wish the baby would come out.
>It's hard to move around.
>You want to run and play but you can't.
>At least Mister is nice.
>He makes sure you get enough nummies.
>He doesn't give you spankies...even when you couldn't reach the poopies place in time.
>One day, Mister puts you in the alone pen again.
>Start to cry.
>You don't want the stallion to hurt your private place again.
>Mister is nice though...he pets you and speaks softly.
>Oh no...Mister has a needle!
>Mister pokes you with the needle.
>You squeal in pain and wiggle your little legs.
>Now your belly feels strange.
>Your butt starts to hurt.
>Not like poopies...it's different.
>Mister pushes on your tummy.
>Mister sticks his fingers in your private place.
>You scream and try to get away.
>"Owwwiiieee! Pwease no huwt fwuffy! Pwease stop huwt!"
>You cry, but Mister keeps hurting you.
>He finally pulls his fingers out.
>Something else comes too.
>It's wet and slimy. It has no eyes.
>It's squweaking and squirming on the towel.
>You know it's something important.
>It's your baby!
 
3/8
>Mister helps the baby find your fluff.
>You know the baby has to be clean.
>Clean the baby with your tongue.
>It's yucky, but you like your baby's smell.
>Something else comes out of your private place.
>It's red and yucky looking, but you eat it.
>Don't know why...you just feel you have to do it.
>Baby is clean now.
>It nuzzles your fluff and finds your nipples.
>You are giving your baby milk!
>It makes you so happy.
>Mister gives you a cage where you can be alone with your baby.
>You aren't afraid to be alone anymore.
>The next day, baby's eyes open and she starts to talk.
>She's a filly like you.
>Mister calls her Sandy.
>You have a name too, but you never remember it.
>Sandy is very smart...she remembers her name.
>You are so happy with your baby.
>She sleeps in your fluff.
>You feed her milk.
>She learns to walk.
>You teach her to play and give huggies.
 
4/8
>After two days Mister returns you to your cage.
>The other mares all want to see your new baby.
>You let them look, but you're very careful.
>Don't want baby to get hurt.
>In a few days baby is playing around the cage.
>Some of the other mares have babies too.
>Love to watch the babies run & hug.
>Soon, Mister puts you both in the play pen.
>Now baby can play with other fluffies.
>Sandy is a smart fluffy.
>She understands where to make poopies.
>She remembers her name.
>You love your baby.
>You are happier than ever before.
>Play with baby...feed her milk...let her sleep in your fluff.
>Days pass blissfully.
>One day, baby sniffs your nummies.
>"No babee...dis mummy nummies.  Babee dwink mummy miwk."
>"Babbee eat fluffy nummies" she contends.
>Sandy nibbles the oats and grain.
>"Nummies good!" she chirps.
>It makes you sad.
>You've seen other fluffy babies.
>Once they eat regular nummies they soon stop drinking mummy milk.
>You don't remember what happens after that.
>Mister seems very happy that Sandy is eating regular nummies.
>That night, you hold your baby onto your nipple for a long time.
 
5/8
>Next morning, Mister has visitors.
>Other humans.
>There's big ones like Mister and little ones.
>Little ones are still much bigger than a fluffy pony!
>Mister puts all the fluffies into the play pen.
>They're looking at all the fluffy babies.
>You want them to see Sandy.
>You're very proud of Sandy.
>She's your baby and she's such a smart fluffy.
>You like the little humans best.
>They like to play like fluffy ponies.
>They aren't as scary as big humans.
>One little human really likes Sandy.
>You're happy to watch them play.
>Mister is talking to the other big humans.
>Silly humans...they should be playing.
>These little humans must be much smarter.
>The little human that likes Sandy picks her up and shows her to the big humans.
>They like Sandy too.
>You are so happy.
>Wait...why aren't they bringing Sandy back?
 
6/8
>The humans take Sandy away...out of the room.
>Fluffy ponies that go out of the room never come back!
>"Nuuu! Bwing babee back! Dun take babee 'way!"
>You bang your little hooves on the playpen.
>They're not listening, you yell louder.
>You jump on top of another fluffy pony and escape the playpen.
>It's not nice to jump on top of other fluffies without asking.
>This is an emergency though.
>You'll say "sowwee" later.
>Run after the humans, but Mister stops you.
>Thwacks you on the nose.
"Be good Lilac..."
>"Hoomans take babee 'way! Pwease hewp! Pwease get babee!"
"Sandy is going to her new home.  She'll be very happy."
>You cry pitifully and thrash your hooves.
>Mister tosses you in the cage and goes to talk to the humans.
>When he comes back he does not have Sandy.
>Your baby is gone.
>That night the other mares give you huggies.
>It doesn't help.
>You look at your empty belly.
>There's no baby sleeping on it.
>There's no baby to drink your milk.
>You cry so hard it hurts your whole body.
>Your life is miserable without Sandy.
 
7/8
>You don't play anymore...even huggies are sad.
>They remind you of Sandy.
>Don't eat much nummies, even on spaghetti day.
>About a week passes.
>If you could understand the concept of a week.
>Mister puts you back in the alone pen.
>The stallion is already there.
>He sniffs your butt and mounts you.
>It doesn't hurt as much this time.
>Mister puts you back in your cage.
>Other mares give you huggies.
>"Fwuffy be mumma soon!"
>You light up!
>"Babee coming?"
>You are so happy...Sandy is coming back!
>Your baby is growing inside of you again.
>Bounce around happily.
>Eat all your nummies.
>Have to be healthy when Sandy comes back.
>Chatter happily with other fluffies.
>"Babee coming! Fwuffy happy!"
>Getting bigger.
>You can feel your baby moving inside you.
>One happy day, Mister brings you to the alone pen.
>He sticks you with the needle.
>It hurts, but you don't cry.
>It's going to help bring Sandy back, so you're happy.
>Mister pushes your tummy, puts his fingers in your private place.
>It hurts. You whimper, but you want to see Sandy.
>Out slides your baby.
>It's strange.
 
8/8
>Your baby is not the right color.
>Her squeak doesn't sound right.
>Mister pushes it to you.
>Her smell is not right.
>You clean her with your tongue...maybe that will fix her.
>No...baby is still strange.
>"What w'ong wiff babee?"
"Nothing is wrong, Lilac...it's a big healthy colt."
>Mister puts it on your nipple to drink milk.
>This is not right.
>"Whewe my babee?"
"Lilac, your baby is right there on your teat!"
>"Nuu...whewe MY babee? Whewe Sandy?"
>Mister has a funny look on his face.
"Sandy? Shit, I sold her weeks ago...you didn't think?"
>Mister begins laughing.
>Not a happy laugh, but a mean laugh.
"Holy shit...you thought you were going to have the same baby again? Jaysus you I knew you fluffies were stupid but this has got to take the cake!"
>You cry as Mister laughs.
>Your baby is not Sandy.
>Just some dumb babee.
>It doesn't know the difference.
>It squeaks, drinks your milk.
>It's not Sandy.
>Even the other fluffy mares laugh.
>"Yu t'ink haf same babbee twice?" "Stoopid!" "Yu dummy fwuffy!"
>Mister takes your picture with his camera.
>Soon he shows all the fluffies a magazine book.
>Your picture.  Mister reads...
"Anon Anonston wins award for dumbest fluffy pony of the year."
 
>Years pass.
>You have lots of foals.
>Some fillies, some colts.
>Sometimes two at a time.
>You feed them milk, they sleep in your fluff.
>None of them make you happy.
>None of them are Sandy.
>You never forget Sandy, but you never see her again.