This next part is a bit long, i got super inspired while I was at work and just HAD to write it all down. Enjoy!
About a week passes, and the little chirpies are now talkie babbehs, just now able to walk around, explore their home, and communicate with their mummah and owners.
Their mummah, Sissy, now had a rather nasty scar over her eyes, from when her daddy poored hot coffee over ger face and eyes, permanently blinding her.
Her little babbehs, Cookie, the brown unicorn with a pretty blue mane, and BlueBell, the pink alicorn with pretty blue mane, were snuggled against her chest fluff, purring and cooing softly while they slept.
Her bestest babbeh, Colton, sat nustled against his mothers teets, suckling deeply and hungrily at the milkies.
His siblings were honestly too tired to wait for milkies and ended up just fallings asleep. Colton was now much bigger than his siblings, round and fat, but had very well kept mane and tail. It was pulled back into a little pony tail, and a pretty ribbon that matched his rainbow mane was holding it back with a small flower attatched to the back.
He pulls away with a grumpy humph when the milkies stop comming, and beats on his mothers teet when it does.
“Dummeh mummah! Wakies and gif bestest Colteen moar miwkies! Now!” He yells jabbing his little hooves into her.
Sissy squeaks in surprise and sighs upon hearing the bestest baby, yet again complaining about milk.
“Sowwee bestesh..Mummah hav no moaw miwkies untiw daddeh giv moaw nummies. Ou’ alweady dwink aww da miwkies.” She says gently pushing him away from her milkie place, wanting him to stop for fucking once.
“Nu cawe! Babbeh wan moah!!” He yells rolling around on his back and tummy, about to start a tantrum.
Sissy pays no mind to this, looking in the direction of his voice. “Colten, pwease jus twy to go pway fo a wittow bit. Mummah am twyin to hab sweepies. An odda babbehs no get miwkies…Ou need to wet sissies hab tuwns.” She says softly, trying very hard to keep a calm and sweet voice to calm the little fat colt down.
Colton huffs and puffs out his cheeks angrily. “Mummah betta gif miwkies.. Ow babbeh gonna yewe for daddeh!” He says tapping his little hoofs on the hardwood floor.
Sissy perked up and shivered a bit at the thought of her daddeh comming back. Little mummah was back with her own mummah, so no one could really save her again if things went bad. And she hated that her baby…No…This little meanie had such a big grip on her as well.
She sighs softly and gets up shakily, her two foals squeaking and protesting as she does, her warmth being taken away.
“Otay bestesh.. Wead mummah to nummie bowl, mummah no can see wememba?” She says waddling over to where she could hear the little meanie tapping his foot. Colton huffs and ends up headbutting her leg in the direction of the food bowl and end up knocking over Sissy, who yelps in surprise and starts crying. “Huhhuu..Why bestesh push mummah downsies? Mummah twyin to hewp babbeh..” She says as tears fall down and she covers her eyes. Colton huffs again and sits down on his chubby little booty.
“DADDEH!!! DADDEH!!” he yells as loud as he can. Sissy shakes and cries even more. “NuuuUU! Pwease no caww daddeh! Am twyin! Am twyin!” she says blindly trying to get up, her legs squirming this way and that to catch her footing. It was rather hard with how smooth the floor was.
She struggles quickly to sit up and only manages to set herself right after realising she could just roll over before she could hear and feel the sounds of their daddeh comming. From the sound of his feet thumping on the hardwood, he was comming fast, too fast!
Before she knew what was happening, she was roughly grabbed up by the scruff and pulled upward. “SCREEE NO DADDEH BAD UPSIES!” She cries.
“Is this meanie mummah upsetting you my sweet little Coco?” Davie asks as he pulls Sissy closer to look at her. She repulsed him. Her burn scars were so ugly.
“Meanie mummah won gib moaw miwkies to bestest babbeh! Mummah say babbeh hab too much miwkies!” He says while stomping his foot.
His siblings waddle over to Davie and paw pathetically at his leg.
“Daddeh pwease nu huwt mummah! Mummah nu am bad fwuffie!” Bluebell pleads. Davie scoffs anf lightly kicks them away, taking Sissy to the kitchen and beating her with the sorry stick over and over.
When hes done, he grabs a funnel and feeding tube and forces them down Sissy’s throat. The mare coughs and gags trying desprately to force the object from out of her throat as she couldnt breathe.
“Stop it already. Breathe through your nose you stupid little bitch. You dont wanna feed my precious little Colton, then Im gonna force you bitch.” He says pouring a mixture of kibble and mushed foods into the funnel.
She does as he says and breathes through her nose, sobbing a bit at the pain of having food forced down her throat.
Davie did this often when Colton wanted more milk, and even had a contraption to strap Sissy into so she couldnt run away.
After he thinks shes full of enough food, he straps her into it. The contraption was like a metal seat with a sturdy leather strap that held the fluffy in place and kept the fluffies back legs spread and open so that the foals would have access to the milkie place.
Colton chirps in glee seeing this and waddles over to Sissy, plopping himself dowm and greedily suckling strongly at the milk.
His two sisters try to waddle over to get some milk as well, but Davie snags them up and puts them in a cardboard box nearby, keeping them away from thier mother until Colton was done.
“No milk for you two! Not until Colton is done! You two are bad babies! You should be greatful I feed you at all!” He says as the two chirp and cry for their mother and for milkies.
Sissy, cannot say anything, she is too scared to speak up in fear of being beaten once again.
Colton always gets what he wants. He was bestest babbeh afterall.
