Clint had a mix of emotions as he was bringing his new herd into his life, he had heard many stories about Smartys doing horrible things, and from what he heard and saw during his encounter, they were true. A monster like that had been in charge for too long, he was gonna make that Smarty have a very sad life, he was going to spoil the Fluffy family and that poor brown mare and her kid. He was going to give them the life they deserved, the rest of the herd? he wasn’t sure yet, as long as they behaved, they might get to stay, but he would cross that bridge when the got to it.
Clint had driven back to his house in the city, he used to live with his Wife, but after a relatively friendly divorce, and a winning lotto ticket, Clint was well off, he didn’t need to work and had the money for a renovation, included in the renovation was a absolutely banger safe room, Clint wanted to have a big family, so he prepped his safe-room with all the pleasantries a big old fluffy family could need, multiple nest, a food trough, a TV mantled on the wall, with a angled mount (he had already been warned that Fluffy TV was a… bad idea) so he opted to let them have Kids Cartoons, and the like instead. The Safe-room was spacious enough he had thought, Clint was excited to have something to keep company, so he wanted the Fluffies to see how important they were to him!
As Clint brought the batch of Fluffies into the safe room, the Fluffies were awe-struckt, as if they had been brought to the fabled Skettiland! there was so much joy coming from these little ponys that Clint had audibly “aww”-ed at the sight!
“well? what do you guys think?” Clint asked only to be met with a chorus of “BESTES’ SAFEWOOM EBEW!” and “BESTES’ NEW DADDEH EBEW!” and more of the like. but the only ones who were not cheering were the Toughies, the Smarty, and his Special Friend.
“New daddeh gib smawty an’ toughies sketti an’ enfie babbehs nao! Ow ewse ‘ou gon’ get wowstes’ poopies ebew!” the little shit demanded. it was clear that the Smarty didnt care he had a new home, he was a monster… and monsters had to be dealt with accordingly.
“No” Clint responded, and before the Smarty could respond he thought fast and offered a different solution to the Smarty’s demand.
“Not yet at least, first, why dont i give you all names? Then we can talk sketti!” At the Promise of being gifted with a name, all the fluffies, even the Smarty, grew excited. Clint had some time to think in the car about what to name them, and he was pretty happy with his results.
“OK, lets start with… you guys!” Clint directs his attention to the Good Fluffy Family and the Brown Mother and Baby, all to the Smarty’s dismay.
The Brown Colt Father stepped forward, leading his family and the Nice Poopie family behind them, so Clint started with him!
“OK lets see… you’ll be… Chuck! And your wife could be… Gwen!” Chuck and Gwen were so happy! they began to cheer and laugh, but returning to reality, they then presented their kids,
“Pwease gib names to othah babbehs daddeh!” Gwen asked excitedly. “OK ok, lets see… you’ll be-”
"HEWP, CHIWP, CHIWP! “BABY NO WAN’ TO BE ENF, CHIRP, BABBEH! BEBBEHS MENT FO’ WUB AN’ HUGGIES!” Clint turned his head to see the Smarty trying to mount his Brown baby, while his other babies cried and hugged each other, trying to get there mom to stop the mean Smarty, only to be met with “its otay’ babbehs! that babbeh am onwy poopie babbeh, su no need to wowwy!”.
that vile bitch…
Without hesitation Clint stopped his conversation with Gwen and Chuck’s Babies, reaching for the Sorry Stick he had mounted on the wall, it was a MEAN looking thing too, he knew that the “Sorry stick” had to elicit fear in the Fluffs, otherwise they would tread on every button Clint had. The sorry stick was a Special order, Aluminum with a steel core, leather handle, and at the “paddle” end of it, was a piece of Metal, covered in Pointed bumps, on the handle was a name.
Sheri.
THWACK! The Smarty barely had time to react to Clint rearing over his head, and withing a second, that Smarty had felt a pain so awful, all he could do to react was scream!
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
“WHY NEW DADDEH GIB FWUFFY OWWIES? AM GUD FWUFFY!” the little bastard tied to plead with his new daddeh, but was only met with a swat to the mouth! “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE-” the fluffies creid were silenced by Clints hand covering his mouth and nostrils.
"I Guess im going to have to go over the rules first… but first im going to give you your name Smarty!"Clint said with a sinister tone.
The Smarty, now crying and trying to say how excited he was was met with a cold stare from his new daddeh! No emotion. No love, not like how he showed that dummeh owd not Toughie when he got his namsies!
Clint brought the Smarty to eye level, and said out loud for all the other fluffies to hear.
“You’ll be named Pedo”.
And with that, Clint Dropped Pedo the Smarty. Hearing a very audible “CRACK” Followed by a very loud cry “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Clint looked down at the crying mess that is Pedo. He thought to himself…
Damn… that felt good!