(Warning: Not bad enough for controversial but this chapter is fairly brutal. Reader discretion advised.)
In the morning Marcus sees the gathering of foals and the two fluffies cuddled up in a little pile. They’re all sleeping, even the ever-hungry chirpy foals, which gives Marcus a golden opportunity to plan. First, he creeps out of his room and surveys the house for activity. Dad is off on deployment so he won’t be a problem, so Sam and Mom are the real risk factors. It’s a Saturday now so Sam seems to have gone out shopping with Mom; probably dropped Periwinkle off at daycare or something as she is also absent. Confident that things can get loud now, Marcus slinks back to the room. He then takes a few photos quietly of the foals so he can keep track of them all. Three of the eight had Lilly’s exact same indigo coloration, which is pretty crazy given fluffy DNA’s nonsensical nature. Guess that’s why this bitch was worth some big bucks. Marcus was hyped by this discovery, as it meant his plan would now work even better.
He takes a moment to put on a good shocked face and gasps cartoonishly loud, waking the two conked out fluffies and greatly frightening the foals. They all begin chirping out of a mix of fear and hunger. Before either adult fluff can tend to the poor widdwe babbehs, Marcus snaps his fingers to get their attention. He feigns horror, saying
“My God Lilly, what is all this?? Fluffies aren’t supposed to have babies! They’re the worst thing ever! No good fluffy should ever want to be a mummah!”
This rocks the collective worlds of all shit rats in attendance, as this goes against their most core programmed beliefs. Lilly begins to protest, getting out a gasp of her own before tearfully saying
“n-NUUUUUU HUUUUUU! WHA DADDEH MEEEN? Huu huuu babbehs nu am wowstest, am bestest fing ebah! Pwe-”
but before she can continue, Marcus scoops up all the chirpies from her tummy bowl. She gets out a brief shriek and attempts to right herself to pursue, but Marcus is long gone, seen now placing them in a bucket on his desk. The bucket is lined with a few of Periwinkle’s old baby blankets, so the mass of shitting and chirping foals won’t freeze, leaving them to blindly cry out and feel around for their siblings to make a nice warm fluffpile. He turns back to the pair of adult fluffies, satisfied that the chirpies were not in any imminent danger. The two wailed like banshees, with Lilly begging for her chirpies back through heaves and sobs.
“PWEASE NU TAK’ BABBEHS DADDEH! WIDDWE CHIWPEH BABBEHS NEE MUMMAH! NEE MUMMAH MOST OB AWW!”
Marcus says nothing and slides open the drawer on his desk. Within is a sorry stick, seemingly meant to be for foals but has been outfitted with glued-on thumbtacks. He quickly lifts it to startle the fluffies with the sudden movement, brandishing the crude implement in view of Bang and Lilly. They both begin to panic, begging for no sorry stick and hunkering down in fear.
Bang seems to be reaching his breaking point quicker than anticipated, suddenly shrieking out
“SCREEEEE NUUU DADDEH NU AM BA’ FWAFFIESS! NU WAN SOWWY STICKIE, NEBAH WAN! NU FAAAAIIWW!!”
As he trails off into more sobs, Marcus swiftly steps across the room, now towering over the pen walls. Whistling at the two to regain their attention, the sobs and babble died down a bit. Now was the time to lay down the law.
“This is what BAD fluffies that make BAD babies get! This is your only fucking warning!”
Marcus proceeds to savagely lash the pair, making sure to hit Lilly’s swollen teats a good few times. Lilly is reduced to a mess of heaving fluff, unable to even scream anymore after crying herself hoarse. Bang got a lighter beating but is still in bad shape, cuddled up next to Lilly in their corner weeping for his “special friend”. After that display, Marcus decides that’s enough interaction with the adults for today, returning to his desk where he watches the now somewhat settled chirpies. He can’t help but grin down at them, knowing what horrors these tiny creatures would endure in their short lives. Later that night, Marcus overhears something quite interesting when the fluffies think he’s asleep. Bang and Lilly are conspiring, if you can call it that.
They mostly talk in circles about how meanie daddeh is and that this isn’t fair! Babbehs are soooo important, and every fluffy wants to be a good parent! What in the world was daddeh talking about? The “conversation” finally seems to shift as Lilly meekly sputters out
“Huuu huuuuuu mummah Wiwwy hab wowstest heawt huwties… Wan babbehs… wan BABBEHS! HUUUUU-”
Lilly is cut short by Marcus loudly pretending to snore, the noise quickly scaring them into shutting up. It seems to work for a bit, but then Bang speaks up again.
“Pwetty fwend Wiwwy wan babbehs? M-Mebbe speshuw fwend Ban’ gib mo’ tummeh babbehs?”
Huh, so that’s confirmation out loud that Bang is completely in his own world, but Lilly’s response isn’t particularly shocking.
“sniff B-Ban’ wan be speshow fwend? Be soon mummah AND awweady mummah? Huuuuu tank you Ban’, wub su muchies!”
They make some shuffling noises that are assumedly hugs and other fluffy rituals of comfort, but these are shortly replaced by the telltale sound of “enf enf enf”, meaning the pair just couldn’t stop themselves from making more hellspawn. Perfect.
The next day Marcus acts shocked to see Lilly’s swollen teats and visible genitalia, the prior having become bruised during yesterday’s lashing. He hams it up, acting as if he had never noticed that she’s a mammal until now.
“LILLY! Where did those nasty things come from? That’s fucking disgusting and not right at all for a toy!”
Lilly and Bang simply weep and hug one another, trying to hide their faces from their munstah daddeh.
“Wiwwy am mawe daddeh! Am nu bad, am nowmaw fwuffy! Buu huu wai am daddeh su meanie tu mummah Wiwwy?”
Lilly manages to cry out in a crackly labored voice.
“Oh, how awful! How could you say such things to your daddeh, who gave you this nice safe room and took away those bad BAD babies!”
Marcus scolded, feigning hurt in his voice as Lilly just continued to cry.
“Well, even though you’ve all been such bad fluffies, I can fix this and make you good again!”
Reaching into the bucket of still chirping but barely alive newborns, he sifts through until he finds the few that have colors similar to the mother. He tells Lilly that these bad little babbehs must have caused her to grow such unsightly organs and that they need to make up for what they’ve done.
Returning once again to the desk drawer, Marcus removes many packs of straight razor blades and prepares for the procedure. Still gripping the three indigo foals, they weakly cry out through strained gasps, being squished together in the hands of the munstah. Lilly once again attempts to stand upright against the wall of the enclosure, trying feebly to jump up and… Climb? With fluffies who knows what they expect. She seems to have gotten a second wind of sorts as she doubles her efforts at the sound of the peeps and cries of her taken babbehs. Marcus is still preparing over at his desk, finding a vertically cut-in-half Coke can he had then sanded the rough metal edges off of. Seems like junk, but makes for a great chirpy holder.
Marcus lines the can halves with tissues to insulate before two of the foals are squished into one half, squealing and crying fresh tears at the shift from a warm hand. They weren’t going anywhere, temporarily depositing the third foal alone in the other half. Now that they were “settled” into their confines in the drawer, Marcus closes the drawer and opens the one below it. The chirps from the canned foals are muffled now, making Lilly across the room panic at the lack of noise from her precious babbehs.
“Okay, this setup is annoying and specific, but this should be all I need now,”
Marcus remarks as he removes a first aid kit, opening it to fish out human-grade suturing materials, “so let’s get to it then!”
The first aid kit is then placed on the desktop as the second drawer is closed, with Marcus returning to the top drawer to retrieve the first foal. The chirpies are newly frightened by the motion and sound of the drawer, Marcus taking advantage of the distress to grab up the chosen foal, gripping it firmly around its midsection. With his free hand, Marcus lays out a stainless steel tray, also from the first aid kit, and finally looks back to the fluffies, who had been pitching a fit and begging the entire time.
“Watch very closely here, this is important that you see how we make things like this right.”
He took an unusually soothing and calm tone this time, attempting to settle the pair down enough to get their attention properly. Maybe daddeh was gonna be nice now? They really hoped so!
“Come on, stand up and look.”
Marcus called out, getting only a few pained whines as two fluffy faces just barely peeked over the top, eyes red and bloodshot from the stress and locked squarely on the foal in Marcus’ hand.
“Good, now stay there no matter what or you’re very bad fluffies! You have to watch the whole time!”
With those words, he set the foal down into the cool metal tray, eliciting a storm of scaredy peeps as the incredibly sensitive foal felt as if it were freezing. Looking over at the adult fluffs, Marcus sees them staring even harder than before, attempting to call out for “their” foal now through new tears. The waterworks are neverending with these guys around, huh? Without another word, Marcus places his left index finger on the foal’s head, forcing it down on its chin but still able to breathe and peep, followed instantly by the left thumb placed firmly above the foal’s stub of a tail, securing it in place. He then procures the first of many razors from the packaging, with an almost crude finesse to his motions, quickly placing the blade at the base of the scruff. The foal squeals in pain from the light abrasion, combined with the fear from the cold metal blade now pressing painfully down on her neck.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Marcus presses down deeper with the blade and rends a clean strip of baby fluff and flesh straight down the back of the poor foal. The foal almost can’t comprehend the pain as its brain hasn’t even had a full day of development; before countless tiny nerve endings begin to scream in unison all up her spine. A wail is produced from the fluffy foal that almost sounds too human, even taking Marcus aback for a moment at the harsh guttural cries of the helpless creature. Lilly and Bang are now trying to jump at the walls again, both shrieking some variation of
“NU HUWT BABBEH! AM ONWY WIDDWE BABBEH, NU DESEWBE HUWTIIIIES!”
along with regular reminders that this is not in fact what fluffies are for. Their squeaky hooves squish against the top of their prison walls, pounding fruitlessly to be free to save those poor babbehs. Marcus regains his composure, saying in the same, now creepily, calm tone from before
“That was a good first slice, but we need much, much more.”
The next slice goes about as well, followed by many more in quick succession all over the little foal’s body. The face is always the trickiest part, but Marcus has done this a worrying number of times before. Now left with only the fur around the eyes of the still blind chirpy, Marcus begins to slowly drag the blade horizontally across the foal’s face, approaching the right eye centimeter by painful centimeter. A sudden cry erupts from Lilly, a tortured plea for her child.
“WAAAAHHHH PWEASE NU MOWE HUWTIN’ FO BABEHHH! HUUU BABBEH NU PWEETY NU MOWE! NEE SEE PWACES FO WHEN GWOW BIG AN STWOOONNG!!”
Not quite sure how she still thinks this thing will survive the events of today. Continuing undeterred, Marcus begins to scrape over the impossibly soft still fleshy eyelids, causing immediate puncturing of the undeveloped eyeball beneath. As soon as contact with the delicate eye is made, the flayed foal can only moan in pain as the screaming throughout the process has ruined her vocal cords. This is followed by the other eye before the deed is done, signs of life quickly fading. The foal is left skinned alive. Reduced to a blob of fat and a dark reddish-pink layer of muscle. Marcus steps back to give a clear view of the body from the adult pen. The corpse is laid out neatly in front of Lilly and Bang, with the former still screaming, now about one of her bestest babbehs being turned into a munstah. Given wowstest huwties and fowebah sweepies by their munstah hoomin daddeh.
“Hey, enough of that!”
Marcus says harshly as he scolds her for wanting to be a mummah.
“Only bad fluffies care for babbehs, let alone pick ‘bestest’ babbehs! That makes you just about the worst kind of fluffy there is!”
Lilly’s eyes go wide as she takes in this information. Every new sentence out of daddeh’s mouth just does not compute in that little fluffy brain. How could he do something so awful, and then tell her she was bad for loving her babbehs?
“MUNSTAAAHH!!! DADDEH AM MUNSTAAAAHHHH!!”
she shouts before slumping down in exhaustion. Bang has largely gone ignored this whole time, but Marcus discovers him to have already collapsed. Excellent. If they’re still excitable it makes the next step much harder. Returning to his desk momentarily, Marcus takes out a fresh razor and begins to carve each leg from the chirpy corpse before proceeding to the ears and chucking the remains in a medium-sized red bin. He did this quite a lot so his own biowaste basket became necessary. The foal bits are moved to the side of the tray; they’ll make for some good protein later. Marcus then retrieves the suture kit and dons a pair of nitrile gloves before approaching the fluffy pen. Walking up slowly he can see Lilly laying on her belly, facing away from him and taking shuddery short breaths. Good, didn’t die of shock or some lame shit like that. Before either can register his presence, Marcus grabs Lilly by her tail, eliciting a yelp before he yanks her closer to him. Acting quickly before she can fuss too much, Marcus punctures the skin of her labia before threading the metallic coil through and out the other side. Lilly shudders for a moment before shrieking wordlessly, flailing all of her legs and trying desperately to rock herself out of Marcus’ clutches. The young man is undeterred, continuing to sew up from the bottom before fully stitching Lilly’s vagina shut. She is reduced to chirping like a foal in a haze of suffering, her special friend there to comfort her by attempting to lick at her face lovingly while giving his bestest huggies. With them distracted again, Marcus exclaims under his breath
“Ah hell, almost forgot the other most important part.” He turned on his heel and moved back to the desk where he grabbed a very nasty-looking fluffy grade cork. It releases metal spurs once fully inserted and pressed down on, also releasing a strong bio-adhesive around the circumference of the cork end. In short, that thing ain’t coming back out once it’s in. And up her rear it goes with force and speed, sealing up her backside completely. Lilly is left in agony, the corking seeming to have pulled her out of the mental regression as she begins shrieking for her special friend to save her. Marcus then turns to the stallion, before speaking again.
“Ah yes, the little deviant. I rescue you from living in your shit out in the woods and this is how you repay me??”
Marcus then points at the stallion accusatorily, continuing
“It’s probably your fault these abominations are even here!” He knew this to be incorrect, but the fluffy stallion was confused immensely by his words.
Bang thought to himself that the special huggies were just last dark time, the babbehs couldn’t be r-
Bang is ripped from his thoughts as Marcus promptly yanks him out of the pen by the tail. “Well, that’s the last time I try to help one of you little monsters!” the teen shot at Bang, before swiftly carrying him out back and dropping him down right at the fence line. The stallion was in tears, not even having the words to defend himself against daddeh. He was a good fwuffy, not a munstah! Suddenly he feels his world shift as daddeh uses a stick to roll him over onto his back. Bang meekly cried out at this and attempted to curl up his pweety taiw onto his belly, his only source of huggies and comfort left. This was short-lived as Marcus pulled the tail away and laid it flat on the ground, stomping on it a few times to make sure it was good and broken before unceremoniously stomping down hard on Bang’s special wumps. A hoarse scree escaped the former stallion before he was punted up the ass and over the fence, left to bleed out or whatever. His use was over.
Now that the male was taken care of, he could get to “fixing” Lilly. After all that was the whole point of this. To make her good again. Hurrying back inside he returns to his room, finding Lilly curled in the corner with a trail of blood and urine following her. Some fluids had made their way out through the suture holes, but they seemed to have healed and clotted over now.
“Well now Lilly, I’m sorry that friend I brought in ended up being such a bad monster fluffy, but he still made you bad too.”
Marcus took on something of a soothing tone once again, before returning to the desk where the two remaining chirpies lay waiting. They’re still alive, if only just barely, but the theatrics are secondary now that the initial display is over. Both foals are plucked from the can, eliciting some weak chirps and peeps but minimal physical resistance. At this sound Lilly seems to wake up a bit, raising her weary head and battered body to turn to her remaining pretty blue babbehs. Only to catch sight of the next foal being prepped the same as the first, before another skinning process began anew before her eyes.
About ten minutes later Marcus is finished, all bodies disposed of and the workspace cleaned up. Next, Marcus gathered the skins and fatty tissue of Lilly’s foals and headed down to the garage. Here he can use the utility sink and wash off the skins, removing unnecessary grime and blood, before ending up with something resembling many small strips of technicolor sheepskin. From here he rummages around for a needle and thread, finding it in Mom’s old sewing box, then creating makeshift fluff grafts by stitching all the strips together into larger patches of fluffy skin. He should’ve taken some measurements on Lilly, but just eyeballing it seemed good enough. With one narrow but long patch and one significantly larger roughly round patch, Marcus returns to his room at last.
Lilly doesn’t even bother to look up when he enters, having been thoroughly broken both physically and mentally; but her torment was not nearly over.
“Chin up Lilly, I have the prettiest fluff here to fix you right up!”
Marcus exclaimed with faux enthusiasm. She still does not look up, which goes ignored as Marcus pulls out duct tape for her, grabbing her side roughly, and flipping her over on her back where she is rendered helpless. Bowl fluffies often struggle to right themselves when placed on their backs on land, let alone with the pressure of a human pressing down on their belly to keep them in place. Her limbs are all restrained down with the tape as Marcus preps for another grisly task.
“Uhuuuu wai daddeh du dis? Am bestest mummah fo babbehs, wubbed dem aww suuuu muchiess…” is all Lilly is able to muster as the sewing tools come out.
To completely cover her vagina and rear first, he takes the narrower strip of skin and begins sewing the baby flesh to her body, covering the vagina and ass completely. The region has already seen so much abuse but this new pain ignites her spirit once more, causing her to produce her own guttural scream to the heavens, like her foals before her. Outwardly she appears to not have any genitals at all, save for the teats. Guess what’s next?
Ripping off a few small squares of the tape, he covers the nipples with multiple layers to keep the milk inside for now. It’ll find its way out eventually. The larger segment of fluff is draped over her teats, covering them up and making them almost look like more fatty fluffy body mass. At least he had enough to work with, as he began this new task of sewing the teats away behind the skin of her offspring. Tired from a vigorous day of shitrat abuse, Marcus steps back to look down upon his latest handiwork. Lilly is a monstrosity, lumpy and misshapen with the extra fluff now making her appear like some kind of freak mutant. She will be left to not only gestate her new foals left from Bang but must also deal with the horrible backlog of waste in her body as none of it will be able to be released properly. The sobbing and shaking mass that was once a beloved breeding mare is left to her suffering, as Marcus steps out to take a much-needed shower. He hears chirps still coming from the bucket on his desk, peering in to find that against all odds, three of the five remaining foals have survived. Fun, he’ll have to figure out something to do with them too.
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