This chapter will serve as a peek of what became of the Smarty and Blueberry, since you guys wanted to see how Caiden punished the fluffies that didn’t deserve to be with him.
. . .
“So then, new arrival? From that hugboxer guy?”
“Yeah, but he’s not much of a hugboxer. Guy loves fluffies, but he knows when they don’t deserve it.”
You’re Blueberry, and you have the worst heart hurties ever. Your new dad left you with other humans after that meanie fluffy and munstah fluffy told them about you. You hear the humans talking, but you’ve been in a dark box. Light floods through as you meet the two humans.
“Nyu daddeh?”
“Shut up ya shitrat.” He turns to the other human. “So then, what did this bitch do? Caiden barely ever sends us the unruly fuckers.”
“Heh. From what he said, she was one of those mares who shits on foals, kills them for her own survival, and even had a bestest baby. God, what an asshole.”
“Pwease nu say meanie wowdsies!”
SMACK
“OWWIES!” The pain is unbearable. You can’t even run away because your legs are dumb.
“Wanna know what the best part is? A feral managed to paralyze her. So she can’t do anything but drown in her own tears.”
“Nice work that feral did here. So then, milkbag or future enfie-pal?”
“Eh. Used to be a mother, so milkbag works.”
. . .
You’re slammed down onto a table, and it hurts alot. The human takes out a sharp thing, and something thats glowing a pretty orange color! The happiness stops when the sharp thing goes clean through your leg.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OWWIES! WOWSTEST HUWTIE-” Then the glowing thing is pressed onto what used to be your leg. “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BUWNIE HUWTIES! OWWIES! HEWP BWUEBEWWY! PWEASE! BWUEBEWWY AM GUD FWUFFY!”
“God, the bitch won’t shut up!”
“Just finish this up.”
The agonizing pain refused to go away. Is this your punishment because you let your bestest babbeh die? All of this could’ve been avoided if that stupid monster didn’t give your babies forever sleepies…
. . .
About a week later.
Your life has become torturous. Your teeth were ripped out, one by one. You can’t even scream, because they forced something down your throat and gave the wortest burnie hurties in your mouth, and the weird thing is stuck to your gums. Every day, you have to feed these stupid wingie poinie munstah babbehs your milkies, and you can’t fight back.
You used to tell yourself every day that it was the monsters fault, but as you looked at all the alicorn babies, you began to realize why. She didn’t do it because she wanted it, she was just speeding up the death you caused. You then blamed it on your bestest babbeh for existing, then your poopie babbeh, but finally, you realized.
It was never anybody’s fault but yours. Your old daddeh always told you to never have a bestest babbeh, to treat all of them right, but you got impatient and left. You never listened, and now you were paying the price.
You couldn’t speak at all, at best make a odd gurgling noise. But any human smart enough knew what it meant.
“Wan die.”
. . .
You used to be a Smarty, the best of them all, with all the enfie mares and poopie nummers you could ever have. All until one of your enfie mares ran away, and when you found her, another smarty had taken her. He easily dispatched of your toughie, and when he fought you… He made your legs dumb and took away your special lumps. Now you were going somewhere new.
A human mare took you away in a box, and opened it to greet you.
“Nyu mumm-”
“You cut that out right now. I am not your mother, and you will spend the rest of your life wishing your mother never birthed you.”
“Wha’, wha?”
“Urgh. Tell me, have you heard of poopie nummers and enfie mares?”
“Yesh! Smawty haf su many.”
“Good! Because you get to be both of those!”
. . .
The next moments were agonizing. All of your dumb, stupid leggies were cut off and were given burnie hurties. Strapped in a box, you saw a grey-blue stallion.
“gasp Mummah bwing nyu fwen?”
“No, little one. I know that you’re reaching the age where your special lump hurts, so I got this guy just for you! He will clean your poopie place, eat your poop, and you can give him special huggies.”
Wait, what did she just say?
“Go ahead Pigeon, try it!”
‘Pigeon’ walks over and aims his ass at you. Then he takes a foul shit over your head, and it’s horrid.
“SCREEEE! NU WAN BAD POOPIES! NU SMEWW PWETTY!”
“Now lick him clean.”
“Wha’?”
“LICK. HIM. CLEAN.”
“NU! Smawty nu haf tu!”
“If you say so. Pigeon, come over here.”
“Yesh mummah! Wha’ doin?”
“Let me help you out.”
Something prods your poopie place. You instantly freak the hell out. “NU! NU AM MAWE! NU AM MAWE! HUUUUU!”
“Speciaw wumps… feew funneh. Enf enf…”
You had the worst hurties in your poopie place. Was this how all your enfie mares felt? You almost felt sorry. But the stallion wouldn’t stop. “NU AM MAWE! PWEASE NU MOWE SPECIAW HUGGIES!”
“ENF! ENF!”
You can only cry and scream in despair. The stallion doesn’t stop, and the human only watches on with a cruel smile on her face. How did it come to this? You lived like a king, with all the food and enfie mares you could ever want.
“GUD FEEWS!”
The stallion dismounts and falls over.
“Tank yu mummah…”
“Good. Now then smarty, if you want to live, you better eat his shit every day, lick him clean, and let him enf you.”
You sob, and for the next few hours you watch Pigeon play, nap, and have all sorts of fun while you cry about everything. Your old life, new life, the pain, the humiliation. But above all, you don’t want to die. So you start eating the pile of shit, sobbing all the way.
, now feel how those enfie and poopie nummies feel ya sick bastard!