Primrose couldn’t believe how lucky she was.
Only a single day after her mummah had told her she couldn’t have babbehs and Primrose had already found the best, most handsome and strong stallion to be her special-friend. His name was Slash, but he called himself Smarty.
Rightfully so, thought Primrose, only the smartest Fluffy could’ve worked out the escape attempt to help free Primrose from her mummah’s oppressive home, where she wasn’t allowed babbehs and only got sketti once a week.
Now she was free and about to be the special-friend of a strongest, bestest Smarty she’d even seen, things could only get better.
Slash had been leading his herd through the woods, hearing tales of a deserted human place, bigger than any home any of them had ever heard, and planned to claim it for himself. As they marched through the woods, Primrose took a moment to take in her new surroundings, for as much as Slash called it a herd, there was only the four of them, including Primrose.
Slash was the Smarty, that was in no question, he was a unicorn so naturally he was the best Fluffy there was, his Fluff was midnight black and his mane a cool, icy blue. He looked like he could freeze you just be looking at you, which Primrose found herself frequently doing, giving herself a fluttery feeling in her stomach every time she did.
Alongside Slash was his brother, Carver, a dark blue Earthie stallion with a white mane, he was Slash’s bodyguard, a loyal Toughie and brute who still had dried blood on his hoofs from the last Fluffy he gave forever sleepers.
Rounding out the herd was Pierce, a light brown Pegasus stallion with a dark brown mane, he was the herd’s poopie dummeh. And he was definitely the dummeh judging by the dent in his head. Granted he happily kept the herd clean by eating their poopies and licking them clean, but Primrose was still iffy about him, she couldn’t tell if it was his gormless smile or his seemingly permanent erection, but she didn’t like him.
Primrose herself was a light yellow Pegasus with a cream coloured mane, her Fluffy mummah made sure she knew she was the prettiest out of all of her siblings, a point proven when she was the first one to find a human mummah. Although currently she didn’t feel very pretty, thanks to the dirt staining her Fluff and the pain emanating from her poopie place. Slash had been adamant that in order for Primrose to join them, she had to give good-feels to all the herd, naturally she was shocked at his request, especially since Pierce was an ugly poopie dummeh and she wanted no chance of him ever giving her poopie babbehs.
Slash told her that they had found a way to prevent that just as Carver threw her down and enfed her poopie-place, followed swiftly by Pierce doing the same.
Her back and bottom were still bruised form the assault, Primrose felt like crying whenever she remembered the pain but then she would cheer herself up by remembering what happened next. Slash was so kind, so gentle, telling her that it was the rules of the herd, everyone shared that they had, including special-friends, but only the Smarty got to have babbehs.
Primrose was now a soon-mummah, and she could feel the bestesh, smarty babbehs growing inside her right now. She felt a warm sense of pride inside her, or that could’ve been the encroaching bitch-mare syndrome, but she didn’t know about that.
As Slash led the herd, he noticed that the trees were thinning out, less trees usually meant they were getting close to a human spot. He looked up through the clearing and saw the massive corner of the human place he’d heard about. Some called it a ‘Factory’, whatever that meant, all he cared about was that it was large enough to hold his herd, the biggest herd ever.
Well it would be one day.
“Hewd wook, dat am Hoomin pwace, dat whewe Smawty hab biggesh, bestesh hewd eba.”
The three others stood in wonder at the sight of a mere corner, all of them were excited to see the rest of it. Slash pointed Carver and Pierce to go on ahead while he hung back to talk to Primrose.
“Speciaw-fwiend? Am yu ok?”
Primrose nodded. “Yeh Smawty, jus hab bad wawkies cos of poopie-pwace huwties.”
“Smawty am sowwy bout dat. Bu hewd need shawe ebewyfing, dat wha make hewd bestesh hewd eba.”
Slash smiled and licked her ear. “Aneeway, pwetty speciaw-fwiend gun gib Smawty bestesh babbehs, speciaw-fwiend gun hab WOTS of babbehs, be mummah tu bestesh hewd eba.”
Primrose giggled, she loved the idea of having more babbehs than she could count, each one bigger and stronger than the last. If some mild pain in her ass was the price to pay, then she was happy in her new life.
The four of them kept on walking for a little while longer until they reached a metal fence, it was old and rusty, the wire mesh having snapped off and curled up in several places long ago. They could’ve easily walked through the fence with no issues, except for the Fluffy in their way.
He was old, older than any Fluffy any of them had seen before, his Fluff was grey, his bony knees wobbling with every awkward step, his glassy eyes never quite looking right at them but catching their sight enough to show he wasn’t completely blind. And he had the most demented smile plastered onto his face.
“Hehehehhehe.” The Old Fluff cackled out. “Yu nu wan gu in hewe, dis am bad pwace, bad fings happen tu Fwuffies whu gu in hewe.”
Slash scoffed. “Yu gun gib Smawty huwties owd Fwuffy?”
The Old Fluff shook his head so fast that Primrose swore she saw his eyes shaking in his head. “Nu! Da Munstah is daw un yu shouwd be scawdies of, he gib yu aww wowstesh huwties if yu twespass on his wand.”
Slash scowled and stomped his feet. “Dis am Smawty wand nyo, an Smawty waugh in da face of foweba sweepies.”
There was a flash of grey, and suddenly the Old Fluff was eye-to-eye with Slash, Carver and Pierce was too stunned to do anything, they could only look on as The Old Fluff stood frozen still in front of their leader.
After a long and tense silence, The Old fluff licked his lips and giggled. “Onwy da wucky wuns gu foweba sweepies fiwst. Heheheheheeh.”
The Old Fluff backed off and wondered into the woods. “Yu aww been wawned, yu gu in dewe nyo, yu onwy hab yuwsewfs tu bwame.”
The herd stood in silence as The Old Fluff disappeared into the trees, seemingly vanishing from view once he moved beyond a certain point. There was a beat of stillness once more before Carver turned to Slash.
“Wha da Fwuff am wong wiv him?”
Slash scoffed again. “Nu knyo an nu cawe, Smawty nu wisten tu cwa-zee dummehs wike dat, Smawty gib anee munstah wowstesh sowwy-hoofies an foweba sweepies.”
Carver nodded. “Bwudda am bestesh Smawty, nu munstah can gib huwties wen bwudda am hewe.”
Pierce gazed at Slash with his unfocused eyes, his empty smile still as creepy as ever. “Peeh-suh fowwow Smawty wheweba.”
While the stallions were convinced by their own hype, Primrose was less so. “Am speciaw-fwiend suwe dis am gud finkie-pwace pwan? Am dewe nu udda pwace tu gu?”
Carver and Pierce caught eyes with each other and sniggered, but a stern look from Slash shut them both up. Slash sauntered forward and rubbed his body against Primrose.
“Nu wowwies speciaw-fwiend, dat owd Fwuffy am jus siwwy, dewe am nu munstahs, he jus wan scawe dummehs way. Smawty nu am dummeh, Smawty see fwow his twicks. Dis am Smawty wand nyo, an dat mean speciaw-fwiend git tu pik bestesh, wawmesh sweepy pwace befowe anee-wun ewse.”
Primrose did have to admit, she liked the idea of being able to choose her sleeping place first, she would find the spot with the best sunshine and the comfiest blankets and everyone would be so jealous of her.
“Ok.” She nodded. “Speciaw-fwiend am wight, nu need wowwy bout munstah if bestesh, stwongesh Smawty am hewe.”
The two of them shared a quick nuzzle before Slash led his herd into their new home, none of them looking behind the fence to see the Fluffy skull hiding in the grass.
The herd reached the Factory just as the sun was starting to set, if any of them could read then they’d see the words ‘Iron-Works’ on the side of the building, it had been abandoned due to rough recessions a long time before Fluffies came about, then after the landowner had a shock heart-attack, the legal battle for who owned the new derelict factory dragged things out even further.
It was a ghost of an ancient time, cursed to stand forever more as a monument to the death of the working class.
Of course Slash and his herd didn’t know or care about any of this, to them it was the start of their new lives together. Slash pushed his way through the massive front doors, broken off their hinges by age and decay from the weather, and led his herd into the foyer. What would’ve been the lunch-hall was now a cavernous relic, this one room alone could’ve held a thousand Fluffies and still have room for more, even with the broken tables and chairs strewn about the place.
As it stood however, there wasn’t a thousand Fluffies in the room, which was why it was so easy for Slash and his herd to hear the echoes of the three Fluffies who were inside long before they saw them.
“Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah, dwink da miwkies, mummah wub yu aww.”
“Hehe, wub wittew bwuddas an sissies, hewwo babbehs. Am big bwudda Wock-ee, bwudda pwotek wittew babbehs.”
“Mummah, wen can Twee be mummah wike yu? Babbehs am su pwetty, wan hab babbehs tuu.”
“Soon Twee, hewp mummah wook afta wittew bwuddas an sissies an mummah hewp daddeh find yu speciaw-fwi…”
The mare was cut off by a clatter, she looked up and saw Slash and her herd edging towards them, the grin on Slash’s face did not look welcoming. The mare, a red and green earthie, gathered her five chirpy babbehs onto her back, ignoring their cries of hunger, and stepped in front of her two older children, a grey unicorn stallion, and a dark green Pegasus mare, both a little younger than Primrose, old enough to be considered adults, but still children in the mind of their mother.
“Wha yu duin hewe?” The mare snapped at the invaders. “Dis nu am safe-pwace fow yu.”
Slash’s grin grew wider. “Dis am Smawty wand nyo, mawe an babbehs need tu weave.”
The mare defiantly shook her head. “Nu, dis pwace bewong tu speciaw-fwiend, he gib yu aww wowstesh huwties.”
The smirk vanished from Slash’s face as he glowered at the mare. “Yu seem fink Smawty am gibben yu choosies. Yu weave nyo, ow Smawty make suwe yu neba weave.”
The mare looked to her sides, Carver and Pierce were starting to edge round, flanking her and her children. She knew that Slash was lying, he had no intention of letting them leave.
“Pwease. Nu huwt Chewwy ow babbehs, nu du aneefing, am gud Fwuffies. Wet Chewwy an babbehs gu, teww speciaw-fwiend nu tu gib huwties.”
Slash spat on the floor. “Yu fink yuw dummeh speciaw-fwiend scawe Smawty? Yu fink Smawty am dat dummeh? Nu, Smawty show yu whu am weaw dummeh. BWUDDA!”
Carver looked over at Slash, the sadistic glee matched in the brother’s eyes.
Slash smirked and nodded. “Git dem.”
Carver pounces forward, slamming his body into Cherry’s, the mare went tumbling over, sending her chirpie foals flying about the cold, concrete floor. Cheryr quickly righted herself, ready to gather her infant children up again, only to stare in horror as Carver cruelly crushed one of them under hoof.
“Heheh, babbehs make bestesh cwunchies.”
“BABBEHS NU…UKH!”
Cherry felt a weight collapse down on top of her, her head pushed into the rough stone ground of her home, she could just turn her eyes enough to see Slash climbing on top of her, the lecherous look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know but feeling that thing against her backside confirmed it.
“NUUUU, NU GIB BAD HUGGIES, NU WAN, NU WANNNNNNNN!!!”
Slash slammed a hoof to the back of Cherry’s head and pushed himself forward, ignoring her cries as he took her, keeping her head pushed to the ground, forcing her to watch as Carver viciously stomped on her foals, laughing as they cried for their mother’s help.
Her son Rocky watched in horror, his mother was being violated by a monstrous Smarty, his infant siblings were being crushed to death, and his sister… he turned to Tree just in time to see Pierce jump on top of her, the smiling moron already humping at her back legs before he’d even entered her.
“Huhuhuhh. Peeh-suh wub speciaw-huggies.”
“Uh, nu, uff, wike, Huu, oof, uuuu, pwe…gah… pwease stop, ugh.”
Every moronic thrust slammed Tree’s face into the coarse concrete floor, scraping her face and splashing blood in and around her eyes and mouth as she was powerless against Pierce’s assault.
Rocky felt his little heart going into overdrive, he wanted to save his family, wanted to be brave like his daddeh, he wanted… he wanted his daddeh here, he wanted safety and warmth and to be happy again. Then he saw her.
He saw Primrose, a soon-mummah, surely she could stop this, she would have a heart, with his anxious mind focussed on nothing else, he sprinted over to her, tears welling in his eyes.
“Pwease, pwetty mawe, stop meanies fwom gibben wowstesh huwties tu mummah an…”
SMACK
Primrose cut him off with a sharp backhoof, sending him tumbling onto his back.
“YU NU TAWKIES TU SOON-MUMMAH, YU AM TWASH FWUFFY!”
“Huu, wai gib huwties tu gud Fwuffies, neba du aneefing tu yu.”
Primrose went to smack Rocky again, until she saw his exposed genitals between his legs. He looked so… pathetic, so helpless laying there, his no-no stick swinging in the breeze. Primrose looked up at her herdmates, Slash was still attacking Cherry, Carver had joined him to assault her mouth, wiping the blood of her dead children onto her face. Pierce was still attacking Tree, but the young mare was no longer moving, her face now drenched in blood. Whether she was dead or unconscious was hard to say, but Primrose knew it didn’t matter, her attention was brought back to Rocky, and the single thought going through her mind.
That taking what you want, looked like so much fun.
Licking her lips, Primrose climbed on top of the prone Rocky, pinning him down as she took advantage of his dazed state, he didn’t even realise what was happening until he felt something hot and wet rubbing against his no-no stick.
“Wha am… wha mawe duin?”
“Shhh, yu nu tawkies nyo.”
Rocky trembled and tried to move, but Primrose’s weight and position made movement next to impossible. All the while she rubbed herself against the young stallion, forcing his stick to raise against his wishes.
“Pw…pwease nu, Wo…Wocky nu…nu wan… dis”
“Yu nu wan speciaw-huggies? Am yu stawwion wubba?” Primrose smirked as she lifted her hips and pushed Rocky inside of her. Slash was definitely bigger,but Rocky’s innocence made her feel so good as her walls were pushed open by this new toy.
If only he would stop crying.
“Nu sad-wawas, dummeh stawwion. Yu gib Pwimwose bestesh enfies wight nyo!”
She punched him in the face and rotated her hips faster, the constant trembling made Rocky’s whole body vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through Primrose’s body. With her being in charge, and being so early in her pregnancy, she figured there was no harm to her tummeh-babbehs, but even if there was, she wasn’t stopping now, not when power felt this good.
Through his tears, Primrose could make out the reluctant grunts of a traumatised stallion.
“En…huuuhhuuuu, enf, enf, huuuuuuu.”
Primrose kept at her humping until biology took over and Rocky finished inside her, crying as his body betrayed him. Primrose shuddered in ecstasy for a moment before climbing off of Rocky and giving him a soft lick on the cheek.
“Yuw wewcome.”
Rocky curled up into a ball and wept, wept for his family who was now dead around him, his infant siblings crushed into paste, his mother who had her jaw and her neck broken once her attackers were finished with her, his sister who was unrecognisable from her face being dragged across the concrete. He wept for the violation that they and him had all suffered at the hands of absolute monsters for not reason other than their own amusement.
But he also wept for another reason.
“Nu cwy dummeh.” Slash laughed as he kicked Rocky in the side. “Yu neba hab enfies befowe? Yu wucky yu hab mawe as pwetty as speciaw-fwiend tu gib it tu yu.”
“Wock-ee nu cwy fow wha meanies du tu famiwy. Wock-ee cwy cos Wock-ee am finkin bout wha daddeh am gun du tu yu aww… an it scawe Wock-ee su muchies.”
The smile wiped from Slash’s face and he pressed a hoof into Rocky’s throat, choking out the young stallion slowly and painfully.
“Yuw daddeh nu am hewe tu sabe yu. Dummeh!”
Rocky choked and wheezed for several moments before his body gave up the fight and his eyes rolled back, Slash kept pressing down until he felt the bones in Rocky’s neck break and he could confirm that the stallion was dead.
He spat on the corpse as a final insult and turned to Carver and Pierce.
“Take Fwuffies ousside, nu wan dem gibben nyu homesie nu-smeww-pwetties. Afta dat, take wook awound, make suwe dis ‘daddeh’ ow whueba nu am hidies in homesie.”
Carver nodded. “Yeh Smawty.”
Pierced nodded as well, neither his smile nor his erection had dropped since the attack.
As the two stallion bit into Rocky’s corpse and started dragging him outside, Slash nuzzled up to Primrose who had taken over Cherry’s collection of blankets and clothes as her new bedding aread.
“Speciaw-fwiend du su gud.” Slash praised his new mate. “Smawty nu fink yu hab it in yu.”
“Pwimwose nu knyo wha happen, bu Pwimwose see nu-nu stick an dummeh stawwion wook su smaww an weak… an Pwimwose feew she hab tu huwt him.”
Slash licked Primrose’s cheek. “Yu see how powa feew, yu see wha it mean tu takw wha yu wan fwom udda Fwuffies.”
Primrose smiled and nodded. “It feew gud, it feew WEAWWY gud.”
“Am tummeh-babbehs ok?” Slash asked, his eyes drifting to Primrose’s stomach, she wasn’t even remotely showing yet, but his thoughts were on his legacy.
“Tummeh-babbehs am gud, dummeh stawwion nu couwd huwt Pwimwose eben if he wan tu.”
“He nu huwt aneewun nyo. Smawty neba wet anee dummeh Fwuffy huwt speciaw-fwiend, eba.”
The pair nuzzled again and settled into their first night in their new home.
As the last of the sun’s light disappeared beyond the horizon, He picked up the scent.
Blood had been spilt on his land, not the first time he had to deal with trespassers, but the first time since his family arrived. He sniffed the air, and he knew it was their blood that had been spilt.
He stepped forward upon the hillside looking over the derelict factory he had made his home over the years, just able to make specks of colour moving in the distant, some he recognised as his dead family, other he guesses to be their murderers.
They wouldn’t see him, even if by chance they were to look up, they would never see him, his size was too large to be mistaken for a Fluffy, his coat of dirty green and mouldy brown blended perfectly into his surroundings, as did the detritus of twigs and errant dampness that infested the thick, unruly mess that made up his Fluff, almost completely hiding his wings and his horn from view.
They would never see him, not until it was too late.
For his name was Jason, and it had been far too long since he tasted fear.
