Abandoned Angel
Part 20: Par The Course
Another Mary chapter, you’re an adult and can make adult decisions.
Susan and Erin stood on the porch, it was getting late and had been a long and emotional day for the two sisters, nearly as much so as for Robert. They spent several hours talking about fluffies, the care Robert would need to give.
“Susan, I really really appreciate you coming over today. Seriously. If I can repay you, just say the word.” Robert clasped her hands.
“It was no trouble. Just, just be a good daddy to them. They’re really wonderful.” Susan gave him a sad smile and a quick hug. “C’mon, sis.” She made her way to the car.
“Erin, you’re the best.” He smiled, “you always know how to help.”
“And you always need help. If you ever need a fluffy sitter let me know.” Erin hugged Robert and kissed his cheek, quickly following her sister.
“See ya Monday!” He waved and walked back inside.
Mary scowled, angrily looking between her gas gauge and the two women who just left her boyfriend’s house. What were the doing? What was he doing? Did that one kiss him? Her eye was twitching. She just spent the last three hour sitting in her car, idling away because of the cold, while her man hung out alone with two women. And the one kissed him!
Mary slammed her front door, oh was she angry! She threw her coat on the couch and grabbed a beer from the fridge, her mind running. Focus, focus, she repeated over and over, focus. Beer in hand she opened the safe room. Rose, the amputee earth type, was happily laying in her bed, her lime green fur well groomed. Flame, her mate, the monochrome red earth type, was cleaning Rose as was his task. His red fur was matted and disheveled, he had no time to ever groom himself. Runt, their runt black and pink Pegasus, was playing with two blocks. Only two as Mary left them no other toys.
Rose squealed in joy at her mummah! She loved her so much because her mummah let her have babbehs! Babbehs were almost as good as her mummah! Flame looked up and scooted away from Rose, pushing himself against the wall, far from Mary and Rose. Runt had little time to learn to fear Mary, as she was taking it slow with their remaining baby. His brothers had been crippled and given to Robert as a gift, but Runt only knew that his brothers went away.
Runt padded over to Mary, he loved his hoomin mummah! She gave them nummies and toys! Sometimes, if he was really really good, she would even pet him. He never got hugs though, that made Runt very sad. His daddeh would never hug him and his mummah couldn’t hug because she had no legs. That also made him sad. Whenever he got sad he would just play with his blocks. He would stack one on top of the other. Or he would put one next to the other. Once, he even set one down on the bed and the other by the door then quickly put them next to each other, that was satisfying and brought him great joy that day.
“Mummah!” Mary looked down at Runt, “Mummah!” He stood up on his tiny hind legs reaching up for a hug, “Huggies!” With a small prod from her foot she pushed him over. He stood up again, reaching up for her. Again she pushed him over and again he got up and reached for a hug. “Wub mummah!”
Mary walked past Runt, ignoring his pleadings for love and affection, towards Rose. “Rose, I want you to have more babys.”
“Babbehs! Wose wub babbehs! Wose wan babbehs!” Her legless lump of a body began rocking back and forth happily and she began chanting, “Babbehs! Wan babbehs! Wose wan babbehs! Babbehs!”
“Flame, get over here.” Flame knew better than to ignore Mary, and padded over to Rose. “You’re going to knock her up. Impregnate her.” She grabbed onto his mane and lifted him into the air, his fluffy legs flailing. “Every morning you’ll fuck her. Every night you’ll fuck her. Before you eat you fuck her. Before you shit you fuck her. Got it?”
His body shaking and squirming in her grip, his fur and skin pulling taunt, “Fwame nu wan babbehs!” His eyes went wide realizing what he just said, “Nu! Fwame wan babbehs!” Mary smacked him in the face with the beer bottle. “OWIES!” She dropped him on the floor, his fragile frame making a solid thud. “OWIES! HUUUU!” His legs and chest in excruciating pain, his nose and eye bleeding.
Mary poured the remaining beer onto his fur. “Get to work.” Runt ran over to his crying father, huggies always made owies go away! Mary pushed him over again with her foot. “You, Runt, don’t touch him or you’ll get big owies too.”
“Buh… Mummah, daddeh nee huggies…” He whined.
Rose, ignoring the altercation kept chanting “babbehs, gun get babbehs!”
“Flame, if your next brood talks back, they’ll get worse.” Mary picked up Runt by the back legs, “You better get to work.”
CHIRP “Wet gu, mummah!”
“Not yet. Flame, fuck her. Now.” Flame crawled on top of Rose and went to his business. Mary, pleased with finally getting somewhere, walked out, carrying Runt by his legs. She brought him to her workshop in the garage. She forced Runt into a laying position, flat on his stomach with his legs spread out. A strap went across his back holding him in place.
“Mummah, cowd! Wet gu!” He begged of her. It was cold, it was scary! So scary he had scary poopies! His rear and tail covered in shit, the filth spreading across the table.
“You are a slow learner, Runt.” Scooping up the pile she rubbed it into his nose.
“Nu! Nu smeww pwetty!”
Mary ignored him as she washed her hands, sometimes you’ve gotta get dirty, she thought. Grabbing a scalpel and a straight razor from the shelf it was time to get to work. Against the grain she shaved Runt’s rear legs, hoof to upper thighs. “COWD! NU! WUNT NEE FWUFF! NU SMEWW PWETTY! CHIRP!”OWIES!” She wasn’t being careful, his bare skin getting sharp quick cuts as she shaved his fluff away.
She flicked him between the eyes, “Just wait, kiddo.” She continued to shave Runt, this time around the wings. His rear legs and half of his back now bald. Hmm, she thought, that won’t do. She worked a larger area, for fun now, leaving his back entirely bald, his pink skin a stark contrast to the black feathered wings.
“OWIES! COWD!”
Please with her work Mary took the scalpel in hand. With amazing precision, as if she had done this many times before, she cut into the tendons of Runt’s rear legs, severing them. “HUUUUU! BIG OWIES!” Muscle didn’t matter as long as she avoided any veins or arteries. Runt’s crying deteriorated into sobs and chirping.
His wings were next, severing the muscle and tendons. His skin covered in cuts, his wings useless, his rear legs forever crippled. Blood and shit soaked into his tail and remaining fur. Mary released the strap and carried the chirping foal by his front legs back to the safe room, a trail of shit and blood staining the floor.
“Enf, enf, enf, Huuuu… enf, nu wike, enf…” Flame’s voice sobbed.
Rose chattering in delight for “babbehs and gud huggies.”
Mary tossed the bloody foal next to Rose. Flame looked at both, clearly terrified, still fucking his mate out of fear. “Rose, he is a good fluffy now. Flame, clean that shit up.” Flame slowly pulled himself off Rose and started to lick at Runt’s broken body. “And when you’re done, get back to work on Rose.”
