breeder 25
 
>you are martini, a lime green fluffy pony with a green mane and tail
>you have a job where you give special huge to mares and then you get special treats
>sometimes the humans that take care of you can be scary but you know there are scarier humans out there
>you’ve been getting a feeling lately that something bad is going to happen soon.
>but you’re happy that BIG MAN is back. he was away with the blue uniform men for a while.
>BIG MAN and Frank are talking when you wake up in the morning
>”I’m just saying the earth ponies are moving slower so why don’t we try crossbreeding sunset with a pegasus or a unicorn?
>”It’s worth a shot… even if we get an even mix of sub-species we can sell them all.”
>”Well, what I’m really hoping for is an Alicorn.”
>”Alicorn. Jesus. Wouldn’t that be nice.”
>”Nathaniel’s been searching high and low but he hasn’t found one.”
>”Well, shit… what’s the odds of them occurring naturally? Like 10000 to 1?”
>”Yeah, something like that. Well, try Martini with Sunset… I’m hoping we might get some more rainbow fluffies.”
>”Shit, that’d be nice.”
>BIG MAN approaches your cage and takes you out. he places you on The Table.
>The Table scares all the fluffies. Sometimes they get hurt there. Sometimes they die.
>you know BIG MAN is just trimming you with the buzzy tool but it makes you uncomfortable.
>”Jesus, Martini, we’ve done this a hundred times. Relax.”
>you feel the fluff disappear around your special thing and your poopie place.
>finally, BIG MAN puts the buzzy tool away and places you in the special hugs nest.
>”Mawtini give speshal huggies?”
>”Yeah, we’re gonna try you with Sunset. Make us some nice rainbow-colored foals.”
>”wha wainbow?”
>”Quiet, Martini.”
>BIG MAN plucks Sunset from her cage.
>she’s not as experienced in breeding as some of the others but she knows what to expect
>you start to nuzzle the fluff around her neck and nibble at it
>she smells really good.
>you rub your cheeks along her sides and nuzzle the fluff around her special place
>Sunset raises her tail in anticipation and turns to look at you
>”Mawtini…  dun go too fas.”
>you look at her quizzically. what does that mean? you look to BIG MAN but he’s getting treats from the treat box
>you put your special thing inside Sunset. it feels really good. she shivers slightly and arches her back
>”ma… ma… mawtini… yu feewl guuuud.”
>”tank you, sunset!”
>you start to thrust your hips. sunset turns to you again and tells you to slow down
>you do your best. usually BIG MAN wants you to hurry up and finish but fortunately he’s busy
>”enf enf enf”
>”yah mawtini… dat gud.”
>you finally feel the special feel and pull out of sunset. you sit down, panting.
>sunset comes over and nuzzles your neck.
>”mawtini save fwuffies. mawtini save sunset. sunset wuv mawtini.”
>she rubs her nose against yours
>you don’t really know what to do, so you just smile.
>”Say what?”
>”mawtini save sunset. sunset wuv mawtini.”
>”Wow.”
>you almost expect BIG MAN to be mad but he just has a blank expression on his face.
>he wipes down you and sunset and puts you back in your cages, then gives you strawberries
>BIG MAN gives sunset one final look and walks away, silently shaking his head
>so that was weird.
>you hear marshmallow call out.
>”owies! owies! big poopies!”
>”Jim, I think Marshmallowe’s going into labor.”
>”So am I… I had Indian food for dinner last night. Gimme a minute.”
>you hear a flushing sound and BIG MAN comes back into the room.
>he takes marshmallow from her cage and puts her on The Table. you hope everything goes okay.
>”All right, Marshmallow… you know the deal. Push. Push those babies out.”
>”babehs… babehs comm… mawshmewwow push…”
>marshmallow grunts and a tiny foal pops out of her.
>”Wow… we got at least one all-white one already, Frank. I got a good feeling about this litter.”
>marshmallow grunts again and a second foal comes out. then a third.
>BIG MAN feels her belly
>”I think you got one more in there… come on, Marshmallow. Squeeze it out.”
>marshmallow grunts one last time and the fourth and final foal comes out.
>”Okay, honey… clean them up. I’ll help you feed them.”
>BIG MAN gets a bottle of milk from the treat box and starts mixing it with something
>you notice marshmallow push away three of the foals from her
>”nu wan. yu bad babehs.”
>she licks the fourth one clean, but that one doesn’t seem to be moving.
>”What’s that, Marshmallow?”
>”nu wan dose babehs. dose babehs stupit.”
>”What the fuck…”
>BIG MAN takes a closer look at the foals. he looks upset.
>”Oh, christ… Frank, I don’t know how this is possible. She’s got three runts.”
>”What? How’s that possible?”
>”That’s what I said! I’ve never seen more than one to a litter. Marsh… Marshmallow let me see that one…”
>”nu! pwease nu take babeh! mumma wuv dat babeh!”
>BIG MAN holds #4 between his finger and thumb, shaking it lightly back and forth.
>”Honey… this one is dead. Stillborn.”
>”nuu! babeh nuu dead! mawshmewwow wuv him!”
>”He’s dead, stupid! Look at him!”
>BIG MAN holds out the baby to her. marshmallow pokes at him with a hoof. it doesn’t move.
>she whispers to it.
>”pwease babeh mowve… mowve fo mumma…”
>that makes you sad.
>”It’s dead, Marshmallow.”
>BIG MAN tosses the foal in the trash can.
>”Look - you’ve got three good foals here. Two pretty all-white ones. And look… a blue one with a light blue tail.”
>”mawshmewwow dun wan.”
>BIG MAN’s eye starts to twitch.
>you hide under your blanket. this is about to get ugly.
>”Marshmallow, I’m going to tell you this once only. You clean those foals and feed them or so help me I will shove a power drill in your ass.”
>”nu wann stupit babehs!”
>”SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU SOUND LIKE A GODDAM RETARD WHEN YOU TALK LIKE THAT!”
>marshmallow cowers, but doesn’t make a move to clean the foals. they crawl around on The Table blindly, chirping.
>BIG MAN grabs marshmallow roughly by her shoulders and shoves her down to The Table
>he puts a glob of something called peenut buttery on the roof of her mouth
>he gave it to you once as a treat and laughed while you spent an hour licking it from the inside of your mouth
>marshmallow gags slightly and her tongue involuntarily starts licking at the peenut buttery.
>BIG MAN holds each foal up to marshmallows mouth - effectively forcing her to lick them clean.
>she gags again, trying to turn her head, but BIG MAN holds her firmly.
>”Clean those foals, stupid.”
>finally he seems satisfied with the cleanliness of the foals.
>”Now you feed them.”
>”nuu wanna!”
>BIG MAN smacks her across the face
>”You feed the foals right the fuck now.”
>”nuu! you nuu make…”
>*pow* BIG MAN smacks her in the poopie place with his newspaper.
>”owies! nuu wann stupit babehs…”
>*pow* again a whack to her bottom. and another.
>BIG MAN is losing his patience.
>he grabs a piece of wood and some twine. BIG MAN roughly shoves marshmallow on her side so she’s laying on the wood.
>before she can complain or move, he’s tied her to the wood with the twine… encircling her shoulders several times then her waist.
>finally, he ties down all of her legs
>the mare’s belly and teats are now exposed. they had been shaved a couple of days ago for easy access by the babies.
>BIG MAN places two of the foals at her teats and handfeeds the other with a bottle.
>every time marshmallow complains about the bad babies, he whacks her with his newspaper.
>Frank pops his head in the room.
>”Clever. What if she shits herself, though?”
>”No problem.”
>BIG MAN puts the end of the piece of wood over top a litter box and balances the other end on another.
>”She shits or pees herself, it goes right in the box. And she’ll stay like this until she’s ready to be a good mother.”
>BIG MAN whacks marshmallow on the nose again. she’s crying.
>”nu wann bad babehs… nu wann…”
>BIG MAN continues to ignore her, feeding the third baby from the bottle
>after they’ve fed, BIG MAN puts the foals in the Magic Baby Place.
>you haven’t seen them use it in a long time. it’s a round dish with blankies in the bottom.
>the foals go on the blankie and each gets a tiny soft toy to cuddle
>then BIG MAN makes a a light come on, orange and warm like the sky ball outside.
>”You can fucking stay tied up until you learn to be a good mother, bitch.”
>BIG MAN leaves marshmallow on the table, tied up and weeping.
>the three foals chirp briefly for their mother but then fall asleep, each lightly snoring
>you wish one of Marshmallow’s babies hadn’t died.
>you wish she loved her other babies.
>Marshmallow makes you sad.