Freddy was your average tried and true red blooded abuser. He wasn’t the kind to get off on complex psychological torture or forcing a fluffy father to rape its last living foal to death. He simply spent his time beating the shit out of destitute fluffies out in the streets. It may not have been the grandest spectacle but it was the origin that almost all of his ilk had.
The friendly neighborhood abuser was searching through alleyways at the time. He found that they were a far more consistent option than leaving sketties out on his front yard. That and picking something up from the shelter usually costed him more money than a short beating session would net him in satisfaction. Instead he simply listened for the soft chirping of foals or the domestic squabbles of special friends.
He found his target when a fluffy foal made a decent amount of ruckus bullying his younger sibling. Freddy was glad that it wasn’t a complaint about miwkies, he’d never have been able to have his fun if an officer came. He did spend a few seconds scoping out the alleyway though, just so he could see potential exits for the fluffies and how many there were.
Five foals along with what he could tell were two parents in a cardboard box. A far cry from the small herd he found a few days ago but more than worth his time. Without further interruption Freddy walked over to the family and crouched down in front of them.
“Gu way dummeh mistah! Babbeh nu nee nyu daddeh!” The foal said to the man.
This elicited a worried reaction from both of their parents. They loved their bestest babbeh but knew he might be a handful if a scenario like this ever happened. Slowly they shuffled out of their box as their babbeh turned tail, lifting up its hind quarters to deliver a spray of sorry poopies.
“Bestest babbeh nu!” The Father said before lighting popping the foal in the back of the head.
The mother was holding back tears watching the events unfold. She knew what bad munstah daddehs could do if you angered them. The only reason her and her current special friend had this alleyway is because a group of smaller daddehs beat the previous fluffies living there to death.
“B-bestest babbeh nu mean to be mean. Am dummeh babbeh.” The mother weakly said to Freddy who up until this point had stayed silent to the fluffies outburst.
The silence was soon replaced with an action however as Freddy picked the bestest babbeh up in one hand. He had a good grip on the foal, enough to where the babbeh was starting to panic.
"SCREEEEEEEE! MUMMAH! SABE BESTEST BABBEH! NU WET MUNSTAH GIB FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! " The foal screeched like a banshee. Clearly he had never had to deal with hardship or handling
The mother on the other hand started to pay at the man’s pants. She didn’t want to anger him further, having known well enough that she couldn’t actually force him to do anything. Her other foals meanwhile did not know better.
“Put bwuddah down! Gib wowstest huwties!” Three of the foals said.
The only one not to join in was the foal being bullied prior by the smarty foal. However considering its nature as a “poopie babbeh” no one paid him much mind anyways.
The three foals gave Freddy’s shoelaces an absolute thrashing. After about 30 seconds of work and two of the foals being pulled away by the parents they managed to untie his shoes. Impressive, most fluffies didn’t get so far as to untie his shoes. Freddy would have to double knot them next time. Yet when Freddy got sick of their thrashing and the feeling of sorry poopies against his shoes he felt that it was more than time to start his abuse proper.
Freddy lifted one leg up off the ground, reeled his hand back, and threw the beautiful pink foal with the force of god behind his pitch. Freddy used to play baseball in college and while not good enough to go pro he could still hurl a fast ball at a good 76 miles an hour.
“SKREEE~” SPLAT
There wasn’t even a foal left after the bestest hit the wall. Instead there was simply a nice big red stain of fluffy meat that fell to the ground with a wet plap. It took the family a few moments to process the event.
“BABBEH NUUUUU!” The mare and stallion shouted in tandem when their brains realized that red pile of meat on the ground was indeed their foal.
The two tried to waddle over to their foal before Freddy got there but Freddy was still in the prime of his life and they were fluffies. Instead the two cowered where they were when they saw Freddy pick up the pile of fluffy mush. The foals meanwhile were trying their best to scamper back into their cardboard box, feeling it was there only safe place left.
“Down the hatch.” Was the only thing the fluffies heard Freddy say.
This was quickly followed by Freddy kneeling down on the back of the mare. His free hand kept the girl’s mouth open while he forced the mush that was once her foal down her throat. She kicked and screamed as hard as he felt any fluffy had prior. The mare really REALLY did not want to eat her bestest babbeh. Ultimately though she was just a fluffy and could do nothing to stop Freddy.
The mare wouldn’t swallow so instead Freddy used his index and middle finger to force the remains of the foal down her throat. She’d know the taste twice as as soon as Freddy let her go she started to vomit up the foal. It was at about this time that the stallion decided to try and help his mate despite the strength difference.
“DUMMEH MUNSTAH DADDEH! GIB WOWSTEST POOPIES!” The stallion said, knowing that it was about the best he could do.
Freddy simply stood up and turned the mare to face the stallions rear end while he wasn’t looking. The mare was blasted with the hardest gooey poopies that the stallion could muster. With nothing left in her stomach from the prior vomit all the mare could do was make disgusted dry heaves.
“NUU! SU SOWWY BESTEST SPECIAW FWEN!” The stallion shouted when he turned around to see what the sorry poopies landed on.
He didn’t have much time to react before Freddy punched the stallion square in the face. Every thought left the fluffy’s brain as its snout was crushed and it was left with a pretty nasty concussion. It let out a loud wail from the pain, idiotically touching its limp snout to try and get it to stay in place. All this managed was to cause the fluffy that much more pain.
Its suffering was only beginning however. Another hard blow to its side caused the right side of its rib cage to collapse. A kick to the side caused a light chorus of cracks to come as the left side of its eib cage was shattered. While most would think that a fluffy with a totally collapsed eib cage couldn’t scream Freddy knew better. With a mighty stomp the abuser crushed the stallions nuts underneath his foot.
“SKRREEEEE!” The fluffy let out. It was the only sound it would ever make again.
Freddy delivered a series of savage blows to the stallions face. Each one caved in the fluffy’s face that much more. After only two the stallion went limp, it’s brain destroyed. The man kept going however, punching and punching until it had only a hole where it’s face was.
The mare was trying to get away. She weighed rhe value of her own life and the value of her family. Ultimately she decided that with her special friend and bestest babbeh gone she would be better off running. She didn’t even get out of arm’s reach before Freddy leaned over, grabbed her back to legs, and yanked them so hard they became dislocated.
There was no option for running now. Soon after there would be little option for movement as Freddy grabbed rhe mare’s front legs and pulled them out of their sockets. Finally she was dragged over to her cardboard home where she could see her babbehs in a fluff pile. Even the poopie babbeh was huddled up scared with the others.
Freddy pulled one of the babbehs out from the cardboard box to much protest. It tried to struggle in his hand but Freddy merely pinned it to the ground with two fingers.
He pulled a broken arrow shaft out of the pant leg of his jeans. It proved to be a much more effective sorry stick than the bamboo ones sold in most stores. Without thinking twice Freddy gave the foal a hellacious smack across the rump with the makeshift sorry stick.
“SKREEEE! Thwack MUUUU Thwack MEEEH! Thwack SABE Thwack BAAA Thwack BEEEEH!” Thwack Thwack thwack
Eventually the foal was reduced to a series of earsplitting chearp noises. He had regressed to the point of a chirpie and had nothing left to offer Freddy. He just tossed the foal back into the box and picked out another one. A red filly was next. Nothing special about her she was just the one who was the worst at dodging hands.
“P~pwease! Am onwy wittew babbeh.” The foal said between labored breaths.
Freddy in turn put her directly in front of the filly’s mother. Without much effort Freddy one by one tore the filly’s legs off of her body. Each pained scream became more and more hoarse as the powerful yells ruined rhe fluffy’s vocal cords. He spent an extra moment to tear off the fluffy’s tail.
What followed was Freddy opening up the foal’s mouth and shoving one of the severed legs down its throat. The filly’s eyes went wide as it soon realized that it was unable to breathe. The stumps where it’s legs used to be spastically wiggled in the air. It was really the only thing the foal could do in its “attempt” to dislodge the suffocator. After about a minute of panic the foal went limp.
Once more Freddy looked into the box. He saw orange foal who initiated the assault on its shoe laces. He thought of a fitting punishment for it, kneeling down and pulling the laces out of one of his shoes.
The abuser didn’t even need to reach for the foal. Instead he put the lace between his hands and made a garrote. He dragged the fluffy out by the neck who just like his sister spastically flailed it’s legs at the strangulation. Just as the light was about to leave the foals eyes Freddy eased up on the rope.
He repeated this process a total of five times over the course of four minutes. Each time the foal got nearly choked out it fought weaker than the last. The fluffy would not meet its end at the hands of strangulation though. With one mighty pull apart of Freddy’s arms the shoelace went taut and decapitated the foal.
Lastly there was the poopie babbeh. The victor of so many (presumably fictitious) stories where in it would be spared. That wasn’t something Freddy ever did however. He didn’t want a fluffy to just live in psychological torment after heavy abuse. So instead Freddy just lifted the foal up over its mother in both of his hands.
“SKREEEEEEE!” The foal shouted. It didn’t even try to call for its mother. It had tried many times in the past and knew they would not care.
Slowly Freddy pulled his hands apart while keeping a tight grip on the foal. It’s eyes went wide with the realization of what was happening. It tried to struggle but soon the fluffy’s spinal cord was severed from the inside and it was paralyzed from the waist down. After what was the most agonizing twenty seconds of the foals life it was messily torn in half. It’s intestines and a decent bit of blood fell down onto the nearly catatonic mare below.
“Huu…huu…wan die…wan die~” The mare softly cried. She knew that even if he let her live that she’d never survive either four broken legs.
Freddy in turn knelt down in front of her, grabbed her by the mouth, and tore the fluffy’s snout clean off. She started to gurgle loudly as her blood pooped up in her mouth. She no longer had a tongue to assist in swallowing but luckily there wasn’t enough bleeding to just flat out drown her. Instead the mare would spend the next several minutes slowly bleeding to death in the alleyway.
The man took a few moments to survey the damage he caused. He watched the he sorry sticked chirp for a couple minutes while he had a smoke. Once be was finished he unceremoniously walked over and crushed the foal to death underneath his foot. A much better fate than what happened to most orphaned foals.
Freddy stepped out of the alleyway after collecting his shoe lace. About the same time he got a call from work.
“Hello? Yeah. Yeah, I can come in. I just need to get into my work clothes.” Freddy said before hanging up.
It was hard work at the local orphanage/soup kitchen but Freddy enjoyed his work. He just had wished those fluffies didn’t get so much shit on his shoes.