An Alternate Ending to @BFM101 's story Justice For Poopies.
“There there my little one…” The bearded man tried to tickle the foal’s belly with a blood soaked finger. “…it’s ok now, I have you, you never have to worry about an abusive family ever again.”
“Bu… famiwy nu aboosif, babbeh wub famiwy.”
“Oh dear, it seems the conditioning goes deeper than I thought. No matter, we’ll work through that together, oh yes my sweet brown baby, you and I will be the best of friends, and you shall never want for anything. Spaghetti dinners every night, more toys than you know what to do with, a special friend, hell a whole harem of special friends for your every beck and call, you’re going to have so many babies because you deserve to have your precious lineage preserved. And I will feed you and bathe you and hug you and love you and jerk you off and play with you and…”
As The bearded man rattled off all the wonderful luxuries the brown foal was to expect in his new life
…the foal realized that sounded great!
Fluffies have horrible short-term memories and the promise of unbelievable luxury was more than enough to wipe his family’s fate from the brown foal’s mind.
“YAY! Wub nyu daddeh! Wan sketties and toysies and be swimming in bitches!”
And the brown foal lived happily ever after, pampered for the rest of his life and sparing not a thought to how his entire family had been gruesomely slaughtered by his owner.
He couldn’t spare a thought for them because he didn’t even remember them the day after he was adopted. As I said before fluffies have incredibly shitty memories.
The brown foal, now a brown stallion, gazed around his saferoom.
The saferoom was the size of an American football stadium with a TV screen the size of a billboard with FluffTV on it. There was an entire trough of premium spaghetti, his massive harem of mares were lounging around him, and he had so many toys there was a community of homeless people living in the piles. Instead of a litterbox servants picked up his poop and would carry him around if he didn’t feel like walking.
The brown stallion sighed.
“Ah, wife am gud. It am time fow beew.”
Then he clapped his front hooves together and one of his butlers brought him a beer.
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Author’s Note: I read @BFM101 's story and had the thought about how fluffies have bad memories and maybe the foal would forget his family once he realized how good he had it. Then I decided to do my usual thing of taking it way over the top.
