>Be a femanon.
>You just LOVE fluffy pony foals!
>Especially after three miscarriages and a stillbirth.
>Scumbag husband left you for fertile girl.  Has kids now.
>You don't.
>Smother love into fluffy pony foals instead.
>THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!
>Filthy, trash-ridden alleyway near your house.
>Cook a massive plate of spaghetti, with marinera and parmesan.
>Bring it out to the alley, place it under only working light.
>Hide in the shadows.
>Not long before...
>"Fwuffy smew sketties!"
>Ugh! A mature fluffy pony.  DISGUSTING.
>Who would wants an adult fluffy pony?
>Adults just ABANDON YOU OVER AND OVER.
>ADULTS CALL YOU CRAZY AND INFERTILE.
>ADULTS CAN GO FUCKING BURN AND DIE.
>A fluffy pony mare appears out of the dark.
>Her eyes grow wide with hunger at the sight of the spaghetti.
>Starts gorging herself immediately.
>"Mummah, wait!" "Mummah! Wan' sgetty!" "Hungwy!"
>Can it be?!  Those weak, soft voices!
>YES!
>Three fluffy pony foals show up behind her.
>They can barely walk.
>The mother's ignoring them as she stuffs her face.
>"Wan'! Fwuffy wan'!" they cry as they stumble up to the plate.
>They weakly start nibbling on the pasta.
>Mother notices and gets angry.
>"No, babies! Sketties fo' mummah!  Babies wait!"
>Their eyes water, but they obey their gluttonous mother.
>She eats even faster.  They watch miserably.
>You can hear their grape-sized stomachs growling from here!
>"Fwuffy hungy.." "Mummah wet' sgetty?" "Wan' foody!"
>One of them starts sobbing.
>Mother doesn't even look at them.
>Enough is enough.
>Step out of shadows from behind.
>Pick up mother with a tight grip.
>Babies cry out for her in terror.
>"No! Mummah!" "Munsa hab mummah!" "Hewp! Hewp! Hewp!"
>Mother is shaking, trying to escape.
>She cries. "No! Fwuffy wan' sketties!  Wet down!  Sketties!"
>Are you shitting me?
>Hurl her over wooden fence into someone's yard.
>Lands with a thud.
>Babies start sobbing, better act quick.
>"I'm your new mommy!" you smile. "I brought you those sketties!"
>The foals are hesitant. "New mummah?" "Wan' fwuffy mummah!" "Hungy..."
>"Eat!" You point to the plate. "Eat up, babies!"
>They seem confused and scared, but they all eat their fill.
>Finally full, they seem more open to you.
>"Fwuffy wuv' mummah!" "New mummah! Pway mummah?" "Fwuffy wan' pway!"
>"Yes, fluffies," you cry with joy. "Let's go home and play..."
>Pick up babies; ignore sound of the mother being eaten by pit bull.
>Cry with bliss as they call you "mummah" on walk home.
>God you wish you weren't menstruating right now.