Spoilers for "Staying Out of Trouble" Act 2. 
Warning: breeding facility, rape, birth, feels.
 
>You'd met the couple that was to take your foal away.
>Kind enough, sure. Almost a little too friendly.
>Simply odd or naive you can't tell.
>The strange thing was their demands for doing things the 'natural' way.
>Everything had to have good vibes, positive feelings, and above all no chemicals.
>They even wanted to be there at the moment of conception!
>Because a crying mare bound to a rack somehow qualifies as good vibes.
>You think she had good intentions, but holding your hoof isn't going to make your penetration any less traumatic.
>For all your dates and stolen kisses back in ponyville this was your first time.
>Tied to a rack with a stranger grunting as he took you.
>Master told you not to make a scene, but it hurt.
>It hurt a lot and you couldn't help the crying and begging.
>The wife was kind though. She held you hoof and told you what a good job you were doing.
>For what little that was worth.
>You felt dirty when he finished.
>The stallion climbed off and abandon you as soon as he was done.
>No cuddling, no kisses, no small whispers in your ear to assure you he loved you.
>Just dripping and a foreign warmth deep inside you.
>But you didn't take.
>Three times you were submitted to the violation and still didn't take.
>The vets say your receptive, as fertile as any field ready for the plow in the warm spring weather.
>The stallions even gave you plenty of' material' to work with, but your body failed to conceive.
>The couple insists they wanted you though.
>Something about your beautiful coat and mane.
>Beautiful indeed, but you wish they'd let the task pass to another.
>Then again it is your job now.
>Eventually they'd been talked into trying artificial insemination.
>You're natural heat was ending, and the window of time humans could extend it with their medicine had limits.
>It was another rack for you. This time a large syringe, or perhaps a turkey baster, did the job between your quivering legs.
>At first you thought it might be better this way.
>Meeting a stallion mere moments before he's exploring your most intimate parts is awful.
>But at least they had the manners to apologize before climbing up and putting hooves on your flanks.
>The doctors had no such pause.
>The procedure felt so.. cold...
>It still left the warm spark of life inside you, but hard plastic is no substitute for something more real.
>At least the stallions forced to rut you were sympathetic.
>Even if they only expressed it by rubbing your back as they thrust. They cared a little.
>The medical implement didn't.
>It's only mercy was how quickly it was over.
>If reducing what should be a magical moment to passionless seconds is mercy.
>Nevertheless you took.
>The couple visited you often to check on your progress.
>The odd vegetables and health supplements they insisted on stuffing you up with only slightly bothersome.
>It meant they cared. If not for you then for the health of their investment.
>Finally the time came.
>You'd talked to the other mares about what to expect.
>Thankfully everypony told you that you'd be so drugged up you'd barley feel a thing.
>Pills would both suppress the pain, as well as make it easier for them to separate the foal from you.
>Being high out of your mind apparently reduced the emotional bonding at birth.
>None of the mares you talked to even remembered the delivery.
>A mercy no doubt.
>Imagine your terror when the wife said she wanted your delivery to be all natural.
>There's no shame in admitting you'd begged.
>You'd never foaled before.
>You fully admit you were terrified of pain.
>Normally you were a model of good behavior, but this time you argued.
>Who cares about her stupid beliefs? It's your body! Hasn't she put you through enough as it is?
>Master wasn't happy to hear your opinion on the matter.
>You'd been sent to the rack to await discipline.
>He had to be careful with a pony so close to delivering, but he's been doing this for years.
>A flank on the receiving end of the crop get's the message across safely enough.
>He always knew how to make you say you're sorry.
>But that wasn't the worse.
>The next morning the vet came.
>If you were going to be unmanageable then they'd simply get what they came for.
>You were due to delivery soon anyway.
>This isn't what you wanted!
>You'd begged and cried, but they'd hear none of it.
>To make things worse chemical means of inducing labor were off the table.
>You're hate for your foals new parents grew as the vet invaded you.
>That should never go there! Humans should never do that!
>It wasn't long before master muzzled you.
>It wasn't long after that before your body convulsed and it began.
>When you threatened to pass out from lack of oxygen master had to remove your muzzle.
>Sadly you only had a few moments between gasps to curse their existence.
>And then the screaming started.
>You thought you knew would how badly it would hurt.
>Just imagine the worst pain you've ever experienced and multiple it by 10 you figured.
>Oh, how wrong you were.
>Surely the foal was ripping you in half!
>You cried out for Celestia and Luna to save you!
>It's their fault this happened to pony kind! It's their fault you were raped, and beat, and are giving birth!
>You raged against everything.
>Humans, ponies, gods, anything that came to mind.
>Still the little bundle of agony was only part of the way out!
>If you ever walked after this you'd consider it a miracle!
>After hours, or perhaps minutes, the ordeal is finally over.
>As all foals do, yours dropped the last few inches to the floor.
>Human babies may be frail but foals aren't.
>You can hear her stumbling around.
>A pony foal should be on it's own hooves and nursing after just a few minutes.
>Is she ok though? You can't even see her while you're in the rack like this!
>Can she not find you?!
>Since you can't move a muscle the best you can do is call out to her.
>Perhaps she'll recognize the sound of her mother's voice.
>For once you're grateful to the wife.
>She kneels down and guides the newborn where it needs to go.
>Nursing is a new experience for the both of you, but you soon find it incredibly calming.
>And she's so strong!
>You actually squeak in surprise at how forceful her first meal is!
>You're happy though.
>Only a healthy foal would be so vigorous at the teat so soon.
>When you'd proved yourself docile master released you from the rack.
>Finally you're allowed to lay eyes on the fruits of your labor.
>And she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
>Instinct tells you to clean her up with your tongue.
>Good thing you're so flexible. You don't even have to interrupt her meal.
>She'll spent the first week or so with you until she's strong enough to go from her mother to the bottle.
>Master will want her out the door as soon as possible.
>It's better customer service, and he'll want to give away as little milk as possible.
>Yes, a market exists for mare's milk.
>No, you don't understand it.
>If you're lucky his daughter will come around and milk you personally. She's a kind girl.
>If you aren't so lucky you'll get to experience one of the machines.
>The other mare's say the machine isn't tha bad, it just might leave you a bit sore.
>Either way you'll be milked until you run dry, and then the process repeats.
>It's a better job than some ponies get you suppose.
>You have a roof, food, and right now you have the most beautiful foal in the world.
>There are unpleasant aspects of course, but that's just business.