Chapter 23: Screwed
“TWAVIS, gud bwite-time.”
Citrus waddled over as Travis entered the play-pen and gave the older stallion a hug.
“Am sowwy bout daddeh, wast bwite-time, he stiww miss mummah, hab heawt-huwties dat make him akt meanie.”
Travis smiles at the little orange colt. “It ok Citwus, Twavis undastan, miss speciaw-fwiend tuu, make Twavis wan be meanie tuu, make udda Fwuffies feew as bad as Twavis.”
“Bu… Twavis am happy nyo, wight?”
Travis paused for a moment, granted it had been less than a week since his children had been born but to him it felt a lot longer, happiness, true, unbridled happiness like seeing his first ever foals come into this world felt so far away now. He was doing better, and his short time in the store had given a small amount of comfort, but happiness still felt like a distant memory.
“Fwuffy am happy hewe Citwus, fank yu.”
Citrus, being too young to comprehend lying, did a short happy dance then ran off to join the other foals in their playtime. Travis sat down and looked over the play-pen, most of the foals were well-behaved enough that Travis didn’t need to worry about them. Citrus and the yellow filly from yesterday played Huggy-Tag with some of the younger foals, Eggplant was off on his own stacking block, stopping occasionally to rub his backside where he had been given a hard sorry-sticking, and the rest were happily resting, dancing or playing together.
Travis sighed contentedly until his peace was interrupted by a snort and shout from the corner.
“NU! Dis am Oh-Sen’s baww, gu way.”
Travis looked over towards the commotion, an older blue unicorn colt – about the same age as Citrus give or take – was currently holding onto a blue ball and keeping it away from two very young fillies, both of whom looked ready to burst into tears.
“Bu… Howwy an sissie wan pway wiv baww, Oh-Sen can pway tuu.”
“Nu, gu way.”
Travis marched over to the mean colt. “Wha guin on?”
The other filly started openly weeping as she pointed at Ocean. “Meanie Oh-Sen nu shawe baww wiv I-Vee an sissie, Fwuffies wet him pway tuu, bu he teww Fwuffies tu gu way.”
Travis scowled at Ocean. “Dat am meanie fing Oh-Sen, say sowwy an shawe baww wiv udda babbehs.”
Ocean harrumphed. “Nu. Baww wook wike Oh-Sen, it am Oh-Sen baww an Oh-Sen nu wan shawe wib dummeh babbehs.”
Travis stepped closer to the ignorant blue brat, making sure to push his chest out to remind Ocean just how much bigger Travis was than the little idiot.
“Oh-Sen am bad babbehs, bad babbehs nu git nyu mummahs ow daddehs, du Oh-Sen wan stay hewe foweba, nu hab homsies, nu hab famiwy?”
Ocean rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry at Travis. “Nu cawe, Oh-Sen onwy wan bwockie, gu way dummehs.”
Part of Travis knew that Ocean was only being selfish, that in a few hours he would grow bored of the ball and move onto something, that his young mind couldn’t yet comprehend the importance of a loving family and a warm home.
But Travis knew what missing a family felt like, and hearing Ocean blasé attitude made something inside him seethe.
“MISTAH VIN-SENT!”
Ocean froze up as suddenly the whole playpal had a looming shadow cast over it but the imposing figure of Vincent Harkness.
“Yes Travis, what seems to be the problem?”
“Oh-Sen nu shawe baww wiv udda babbehs, Twavis teww him bad babbehs nu git mummahs ow daddehs bu he saw he nu cawe.”
“Really? Is that true Oh-Sen?”
Oh-Sen paused for a long time as a small puddle of piss grew underneath him.
“…Fwuffy nu knyo.”
“Ok then, well for not sharing the toys that’s time in the sorry box, maybe once that’s done you can tell me if you want a good mummy or daddy then.”
Ocean burst into tears as he was picked up by his scruff and carried off to the sorry-box, dribbling piss all the way. Holly and Ivy quickly saved the ball from the puddle and rolled it off to play together.
“Fank yu Twavis.” Holly shouted back as she chased her sister down the playpen.
Travis chuckled as he watched the sisters play, happy that he helped out in a small way.
“DAMMIT GUS! I told you to shut the door after you finished your smoke.”
“I DID!”
Travis turned back to see Vincent returning, grumbling about Gus leaving the backdoor open again. His foul mood disappeared when he saw Travis looking over at him and he knelt down to scratch the unicorn on the head.
“Good work there Travis, we need to make sure every foal in here is good for their new owner.”
“Twavis undastan, nu wike gibben Oh-Sen heawt-huwties, bu habben gud famiwy am impowtant, Oh-Sen tuu babbeh tu knyo dat.”
“Well don’t worry about him, a little alone time should sort him out, but keep an eye on him all the same.”
“Ok Mistah Vin-Sent.”
“Say, me and Gus are gonna be plating up lunch soon, what’s say you have something with us today instead, I’ll cook you up something special.”
“Speciaw-nummies fow Twavis?”
“Yep, as a thank you for keeping the foals in line.”
“Dat sound gud Mistah Vin-Sent, fank yu.”
“No worries kid, once everyone else is sorted we’ll take you through and get you something good. Until then, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Travis nodded and chuckled a little as Vincent scratched his chin before going back to his duties. Across the pen, Eggplant watched Travis’ preferential treatment and he felt his anger bubbling, how dare these idiots not recognise his superiority.
Eggplant would show them all, soon they’d understand.
“There you are Travis, one steaming hot spaghetti.”
“SKETTIS! Fank yu Mistah Vin-Sent, Twavis nu hab skettis in many fowebas, was stiww babbeh wast time Twavis hab dem.”
“Well there’s plenty more where that came from, so long as you keep telling us about bad foals.”
Travis nodded and promptly dug into the still steaming bowl, savouring the taste of tangy tomato sauce and piping hot noodles. Gus looked down at the little unicorn from his seat at the table and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on him.”
Vincent shook his head as he passed a bowl of spaghetti to his partner. “Course not, I’m merely incentivising him. You might prefer fear but I know the power of respect.”
“Yeah, cause we really need the respect of a biological disaster. Besides I know you Vinny, you’re just as liable to pull the fear card as I am.”
“Only when it’s called for Gus, only when it’s called for. Anyway, how’s out little cash cow doing?”
“The white cunt? She’s alright, depressed as fuck but her mental health isn’t what’s important, physically she’s fine… well fine considering the circumstances. Why’d you ask?”
“Was thinking of letting Travis here dip his wick with her once she’s shat out this latest batch. According to Leon, the little guy’s Alicorn friendly plus I’d like to see what his genes got going for them.”
Gus looked down at Travis again, the stallion too busy scoffing his hot meal to notice what the men were talking about.
“You sure that’s wise, using our latest cash-flow as an experiment?”
“It’s one batch Gus, with how much we’re planning on getting out of her we can afford one experiment. You hear that Travis, we got a pretty mare set up for you downstairs if you ever want to meet her, let off some steam so to speak”
“Pwetty mawe?” Travis pondered as he swallowed his latest mouthful. “Fank yu Mistah Vin-Sent, bu Twavis stiww miss speciaw-fwiend, nu wan hab enfies wight nyo.”
“That’s fair, but you ever change your mind just let us know.”
Travis nodded and returned to his bowl, now going at it a lot slower than before, he thought about what the pretty mare downstairs might look like, enfies weren’t on his mind but he liked the idea of having a special-friend to cuddle and play with again.
Although he was certain that however pretty the mare was, she wouldn’t be as pretty as his Angel.
Vincent returned Travis to the playpen and gathered the bowls from the foals, picking out the little pieces of leftover kibble and throwing it back into the bag for another meal. Once Vincent had left to clean out the bowls for tomorrow, Citrus jogged over to Travis, a concerned look on his face.
“Twavis, Eggpwant be meanie gain, say bad fings bout Twavis an daddehs.”
“It ok babbeh, Twavis deaw wiv meanie Eggpwant.”
Travis puffed his chest out proudly and marched over to Eggplant, the purple bellend was standing in a mess of strewn kibble pieces, staring daggers at Travis.
“Yu! Yu hab skettis, Eggpwant am bestesh babbeh, wan bestesh sketti nummies.”
“Twavis hab sketti cos am gud Fwuffy, Eggpwant am bad Fwuffy, onwy git kiddew nummies.”
“NU! Eggpwant nu num kibbew, onwy wan sketti, dummeh Twavis teww dummeh hoomins tu gib bestesh babbeh sketti nummies ow ewse.”
Travis scowled at Eggplant, not seeing much of what the overconfident idiot could do.
“Ewse wha?”
Eggplant locked eyes with Travis and stomped over to where the toys had been pushed over to make way for lunch.
“Ewse DIS!”
And with an almighty strain, Eggplant let out a watery stream of sorry-poopies all over the toys, spraying all of them with a spread of liquid shit, balls and blocks and stuffy-friends, none were safe from his spray.
“NU!”
The other foals immediately starting crying and shouting, their beloved toys ruined by the actions of one mean babbeh, several of the foals even started to huddle together, weeping and wishing for the nightmare to end.
Eggplant simply smirked at Travis, knowing that whatever happened next, he had won, he’d shown his superiority and now everyone would suffer because Travis didn’t share his skettis.
Travis of course, knew exactly what to do.
“MISTAH VIN-SENT!”
“Yeah Travis, what’s go… JESUS FUCK, WHAT IS THAT STINK?”
“Eggpwant be biggesh meanie, gib aww toysies sowwy-poopies cos he wan skettis, Twavis say onwy gud Fwuffies git sketti bu he stiww gib sowwy-poopies tu aww toysies.”
“BESTESH BABBEH WAN SKETTIS, Gib sketti nyo ow Smawty gib mowe sowwy-poopies.”
There was a collective gasp as Eggplant declared himself Smarty, the younger foals weren’t sure what it meant or why it scared them to hear it but the older foals knew all too well. Several of them cowered behind Travis, looking for safety.
Vincent however remained surprisingly nonplussed. “Ok, if that’s how it’s going to be.”
With nary a word, Vincent turned back to the kitchen, Travis looked over and saw him take something out of the drawer but he couldn’t tell what yet. With his new tool in hand, Vincent returned to the playpen, looking down directly at Eggplant.
“So? You sure you want to be a Smarty?”
Eggplant stomped his hoof and puffed his cheeks. “Eggpwant am bestesh Smawty, hoomin wisten weww ow Eggpwant gib wowtesh sowwy hoo… AAHHH!”
Vincent snatched Eggplant with his free hand and held him aloft, making sure all the other foals could see him struggling.
“Pay attention everyone, this is what happens when you’re a bad baby, this is what happens if anyone calls themselves a Smarty.”
Travis had just enough time to see what was in Vincent’s hand and feel a cold sweat pulse through him as he watched it shoot towards Eggplant. He’d seen such a device at Big Mummah’s home and while he couldn’t remember the name, he’s seen Big Mummah hurt herself on the sharp point many times.
Had he known what it was called, he would’ve known it was a corkscrew.
Vincent jammed the corkscrew into Eggplant’s asshole, twisting it violently as he shoved the twisted metal deeper into the young colt.
“SCCCRRREEEE!!! NU WAN POOPIE-PWACE HUWTIES, NU AM MAWE!”
Vincent ignored him and pushed the corkscrew deeper, the shop was filled with screaming and crying as Eggplant had his insides torn apart and the foals were forced to watch it all happen. Only Travis stayed silent, his eyes wide and his throat dry as he bared witness to the savagery.
Eggplant deserved punishment, but he never expected this.
After a short but agonising moment, Vincent had twisted the corkscrew as far as he could into Eggplant, the purple colt was rigid and shivering, but still alive, even if he was coughing up blood.
“Kaff, pwease Mistah… kaff, Vin-Sent. Take meanie… kaff kaff, fing out of Eggpwant poopie… kaff, pwace.”
“I’m sorry, did you say take it out.”
“Pwe… kaff, pwease. Eggpwant nu wan mowe… kaff, huwties. Take out pwease.”
Vincent smirked, sending another wave of terror across the playpen.
“Very poor choice of words.”
Vincent gripped the corkscrew handle and brutally ripped out of Eggplant’s body, blood and shit and viscera splattered onto the wooden floor, some of it splashing onto Travis, his eyes too focused on Eggplant to even notice. He stared at the purple colt as Eggplant violently shook and chirped before his head dropped to the side and he was dead, blood and organs still dripping from the hole in his torso.
Vincent turned back to the traumatised foals, all of them still weeping and cowering from him.
“Now, that’s what happens to BAD babies, be good and you will only know huggies and love, be bad and bad things will happen to you. Understood?”
There was a murmur of agreement, all the foals too scared to talk properly. Travis stayed silent, the thousand yard stare on his face keeping his mind as far from this horrid event as possible.
He didn’t even register when Vincent patted him on the head, staining his green Fluff red with Eggplant’s blood.
“Good work Travis, couldn’t have done it without you.”
As Vincent left with Eggplant’s body, Travis felt his world view break for yet another time in his short life. Whatever comfort he’d felt in this place was now gone, and had been replaced with only one thought.
He needed to get out of here.
the trauma of it all.
spraying shit thinks he won what an idiot! Then again he is a fluffy. 