A Continuation of The Ballad of Buster The Alicorn Stud
Buster bounced his red ball off the side of the wall with his hooves. He waited for it to bounce back, but watched as it lazily rolled away from him. Buster sighed and let out a soft “Huuuuuuuuu”. Turned out these new “Soft pads” on the wall weren’t as bouncy as the old walls. Buster loved bouncing his red ball, one of the gifts little mummah left for him off the wall to keep himself occupied. But now, much like Buster, they weren’t so bouncy any more.
It wasn’t all like this. Big Mummah had had them added into Buster’s safe room after the “Incident” with Primrose. Sweet Primrose. Buster fell in love with Primrose. She would have been Busters special friend. But big mummah said no, and beat Buster with the sorry stick for even considering that he had a special friend. Then when he saw Primrose again, she lost her leggies because she hurt her foals running away from them. When Buster tried to protect her from being hurt. Buster’s big mummah revealed the truth to Primrose. Buster was a pointy-wingy fluffy. A munstah. Primrose cried and cried, thinking Buster was going to eat her. Buster ended up having to give her special huggies, even though he didn’t want to. The whole incident was traumatising to Buster to say the least.
Buster lazily went over to his kibble and slowly grazed on it. The kibble still tasted good, big mummah didn’t punish him by buying cheaper nummies, mummah still called Buster her “Investment” after all. But Buster didn’t really care about the quality of his nummies, they were just there to be eaten. He didn’t particularly care for the taste. His days were spent mostly alone to play with his toys. Then big mummah would put him in the “Not-sorry box” and take him away to visit various pretty mares so he could give them special huggies
He had given so many special huggies to so many mares over so many bright times that the bright times went by in a haze of despair followed by more special huggies. Buster was still a good fluffy. He did what big mummah wanted no matter how much he didn’t like it and gave the best special huggies, even though he didn’t really want special huggies no more.
Buster still gave good special huggies. Mostly because he was still a good fluffy, but other times, the fear of big mummah coming in and beating him savagely with the sorry stick weighed in his mind.
Sometimes Buster would have the bad sleepy pictures where big mummah would turn into a monster and beat him repeatedly with the sorry stick. Buster hoped they would just stay bad sleepy pictures. Once, Buster even made scaredy peepees on his blanket while having bad sleepy pictures and expected the worst beating of his fluffy life. Instead big mummah just took the blanket, ignored Buster and poured out his kibble.
Buster moved on to his kibble and moved on to his brand new water bottle affixed against the wall. Buster sighed after he sucked the water out and quenched his thirst. He really missed his old rainbow coloured water bowl. Little mummah gave it to him when he was a foal. Big mummah took it away after the incident with Primrose to “Stop you from getting any ideas of a way out”. Buster missed that bowl so much. It just reminded him of all the good times with little mummah.
Buster then looked where the mirror once stood in his room and found only a blank corner. He missed the mirror. Mostly because it reminded him of sweet little mummah who’d always talk about his sparkling midnight blue fluff and his magenta mane and tail. The mummah who always looked after him and played with him. Big mummah wasn’t interested in playing. She was always too busy doing human things to ever play. So Buster had to play games with himself.
Buster’s favourite pastime though, was looking out the window into the fields outside the back of the house. There he could occasionally see feral herds and small families of fluffies going through. He admired the families most of all. A proud mummah, and a happy daddeh with lots of beautiful babbehs. Buster wanted that. He almost had it. Couldn’t big mummah see he was happy with Primrose? But maybe that was not to be. Primrose couldn’t accept Buster when she saw both his pointy and his wingies at the same time. And now she never wanted to see Buster again.
Buster “Huuuuuuuuuuu”-ed softly to himself. He was alone again. And now he knew the truth about pointy-wingie friends like himself. Other fluffies thought they were a monster that was going to eat them. How would he ever get a special friend, and some nice beautiful babbehs to raise and call his own? Buster decided to lie down and rest his eyes. Maybe he would have some happy sleepy pictures this time.
Meanwhile, in another room. “Big mummah” herself, Melissa, was on the phone speaking to her next client. Turned out the Alicorn pimping business was pretty big. Even with Buster’s misbehavior with a client’s fluffy before. She was able to up the studding fee for Buster’s “Services’ ’ once everyone found out that his foals were of superb quality. Glossy coats of fluff. Superb shades in the mane and tail. Even the few browns pumped out were pleasing coats of designer brown fluff.
Word had spread around that Buster was the sire to desire for your mare as he produced exceptional foals. But only two Alicorns were birthed so far and they were crushed by that stupid rat Primrose when she panicked and ran over them after birthing two “Monsters”. Primrose’s owner thought she was an Alicorn machine. Then her next litter didn’t have anything. Good colors, sure. But no Alicorns. Primrose went out in the trash as a “Wasted investment” soon after her foals weaned and started eating kibble.
But this call was different. The client had a very specific request
“Look, we want an Alicorn to breed with our own Alicorn but we’re not sure because we know Alicorns are more emotionally intelligent than regular fluffies. We want to make sure your Alicorn is happy and content before we let him breed with ours. This will be her first litter and we want her to be happy the whole time so she knows having foals all the time is good. We know it’s a big ask. But we’re willing to give you a portion of the sale if our fluffy pops out an Alicorn”
Melissa responded. “Your Alicorn will be fine. Buster’s a total gentleman with the mares. And he’ll be happy it’s with another Alicorn for once. I guarantee you’ll be ecstatic. Especially now you’ve added some more incentive”
Melissa put down the phone, delighted with the sale on the inside. Especially as they were almost guaranteed an Alicorn birth. But then she realised what she had to do.
“Fuck” Melissa mouthed to no one in particular. Melissa almost prided herself in doing the absolute minimum of care for Buster. Good quality food, good quality toys and the fluffy could do fine by itself. Especially an Alicorn because they were “more intelligent”. Her ex-husband and the man who bought Buster for their daughter always corrected them by saying “Alicorns are more emotionally intelligent than just intelligent”, but that was just him justifying the purchase because it’s still a dumb “bio toy” at the end of the day.
“Keeping the damn shitrat happy though….”
Melissa rubbed her palm on her forehead with frustration. She hated the damn thing. She hated what it stood for. She hated that her daughter loved it more than anything in the world. She only got it in the divorce because her ambulance chasing, alcoholic fuck up of a lawyer somehow convinced the judge that she could make a living breeding it and making back her “Husband’s frivolous spending”. Even if it upset her daughter after being separated from her “Best friend”, a victory is a victory. But she couldn’t dwell on that as much as she wanted to rub it in her stupid ex’s head that she could make something of the damn expensive pest instead of just letting it eat and poop and take all her daughters love.
Normally she told Buster she was always “Too busy with human things” to ever play, which placated the fluffy, even though he had often said he was lonely. But ever since the incident with that client and “Primrose”. Buster had been mopey. While he kept his smile and calm demeanour with the mares he had met afterwards. His enthusiasm had completely evaporated. He wouldn’t confidently waddle into the carrier any more. He’d lazily take himself up off the floor and slump into it. When he arrived at the clients place. He’d slowly waddle out and not be enthusiastic about meeting the other fluffy as he used to be. When he was done fucking. He’d waddle as quick as he could back into the carrier, wanting to be taken home as soon as possible.
But this new client was different. Another alicorn owner willing to pay a bit extra for a gentleman stud to take care of their fluffy while breeding. It wouldn’t do if Buster just waddled in, fucked, and waddled back to his crate after. Buster needed to be the old Buster. Happy, playful. And if the foals were just right. She could just take Alicorn clients only and really make the big bucks.
No. For once in Melissa’s pithy life. The damn shitrat had to be happy for this new client.
Melissa grumbled to herself as she poured herself a glass of wine and began to think.
She could get him Fluffy TV. Her Husband never let Buster have Fluffy TV because it was a “bad influence” on Alicorns and just let him watch cartoons with her daughter for any TV content. Fluffy TV might keep him occupied. But that also might give him ideas again of having a happy family. Especially with that “Babbehs!” show and their insistence in showing happy fluffy families. So that was out.
Get him a Fluffcker doll to take out some aggression and do some enfies on his own time? Nah. Buster’s way too polite and self-conscious for that. Plus Melissa wanted him to save it for the mares instead of having to clean up after him. Gross. It’s bad enough she picked up his stinky shit. Never mind his foal batter.
What did her ex-Husband always do? Well, to give her a break from having the fluffy in the house. Her ex-husband would always bring her daughter and the fluffy to the fluffy park. Buster was always excited to go to the fluffy park. It was good to get some peace, though before everyone came back and had spaghetti for dinner. It was the one time she was happy to see the fluffy happy, because that meant her daughter was happy too.
Ugh, the fluffy park. Having one fluffy was bad enough, even if said fluffy was a goldmine. But mingling with the other fluffy owners and their fluffies. At the same time, Buster really liked company. Give him a day in the fluffy park with a promise of a spaghetti dinner and he’ll snap out of it. He’s still a fluffy, after all. It doesn’t take much to make them happy.
Melissa hated herself for it and she was for sure going to resent that she had to make small talk with the other fluffy owners. But this was probably the only option to get Buster out of his funk and impress this new client.
The day before his studding appointment with the alicorn. Melissa walked into his room. Buster cowered a little. Not wanting to invoke the wraith of big mummah. But big mummah said something that surprised him
“So, Buster. Do you want to go to the Fluffy Park this afternoon?”
“Pawk. Bustah goin to fwufy pawk?”
Instead of fear. A small smile emerged on Buster’s face as the happy memories came flooding back. All the times with little mummah in the park. They were the bestest bright times of all
“Bustah wub fwuffy pawk! Bustah nu been at fwuffy pawk fow many bwight times!”
“Fine. Eat your kibble and I’ll take you to the fluffy park. You can have spaghetti after we come home”
There was almost a skip in Buster’s waddle as he went over to eat his kibble. In fact, for the first time in many forevers. The kibble even tasted better than it usually did to Buster. He was so excited.
Buster almost ran into his “not-sorry box” when Melissa brought it into his room. Even the vroom-vroom monster didn’t seem to bother him. Buster was so happy. Soon, the vroom monster had stopped and Melissa took Buster out of the travel box. She put on his special sweater and attached a lead to a collar with Buster’s details. Just in case, god forbid, he got lost.
Melissa walked him through the park. It was a regular human park. But the local authorities had added an open air play space for fluffies. It was all designed to minimise any accidents and more importantly. Stop inattentive owners from losing or abandoning their fluffies in the park itself.
Buster happily waddled with a joyful skip in his gait. At the gate, the fluffy park supervisor nodded as Melissa took Buster’s leash off and studied the warning sign.
THIS FLUFFY PLAYSPACE IS PROVIDED FOR FLUFFY PONIES ONLY
THIS PARK IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ACCIDENTS OR DAMAGES INCLUDING LOSS OF LIMBS, SIGHT OR LIFE ON ANY BIO TOY
SUPERVISION IS REQUIRED AT ALL TIMES
PLEASE RESPECT DIRECTION OF PARK SUPERVISOR ON DUTY
ALL FLUFFY PONIES ENTER THIS PARK AT THEIR OWNERS OWN RISK
The fluffy park supervisor, A kindly old man, approached them and opened the gate.
“Taking in some of the details then? Name’s Rusty. I supervise this little playspace. Don’t worry about the warnings. Most of the time a fluffy just gets stuck upside down and I have to send em’ the right way. Those warnings are just to make sure insurance doesn’t tear us a new one if something did happen”.
The man looked at Buster and noticed his sweater
“So before you come in, who do we have here? I notice the fancy sweater on him, so he’s either cold or there’s something I need to know”
Buster looked up at the old man. Grey flecks adorned his beard, yet he had no head fluff. Buster looked curious and remembered that some hoomans didn’t have their head fluff any more.
Melissa picked “So um, Buster here is an Alicorn. So he can’t really be seen by other fluffies without his sweater. Oh and he’s unfixed as well since he’s a breeding stud”
The old man laughed as he seemed rather amused by Buster’s “Job”
“That’s no problem ma’am. The only thing we ask for Alicorns and unfixed fluffies is that like all fluffies, they are supervised at all times. You see any trouble, you call me and I’ll go grab ‘em. We have a sorry box here if any of them get any ideas of special hugs. So no studding for this guy today”
Buster nervously shuffled in place. He was so excited. Finally, a place where he could relax and enjoy himself. No special hugs, no demanding big mummah. Just a paradise for a fluffy pony like him.
“Woah there skipper”, Rusty said as Buster jumped excitedly on their hooves. “Now I know you’re a smart fluffy. You be careful with the other fluffies. And if they ask, you’re a pointy friend”
Buster winced, being reminded of the “monster” he was. But he put on a brave smile and said “Bustah be gud fwuffy. Am owny jus’ pointy fwiend”
“I’m sure you’ll make lots of new friends. You’re a handsome fella Buster. And remember, absolutely no special hugs OK.”
Buster nodded and smiled. At least he didn’t have to have special hugs today. He was rather tired of them
Buster looked all around and remembered the good times he had. There was slidey slides that weren’t too big. A big sandbox to make sand castles in. Small seeie sawies that go up and down. Even the ground was springy and soft. There were even Big colorful blocks that could be stacked. And Just in case any fluffy needed to make good poopies and peepees. There was a big litterbox available for them all.
But Buster’s favorite part was the big raspberry bush at the side. It had such sweet nummies when the nummies were there. The shade was cool and plentiful on warm days. It just reminded him of so much better times.
And there were so many fuffies. Buster was taking it all in till a light orange fluffy with a red mane toddled over quickly and gave him a big hug. “Yu it nao!” the fluffy giggled as he ran off to his friends. Buster wasn’t in the park for 30 seconds before finding some new friends. Buster giggled as he ran off in the play area to play huggie tag.
Finally, for the first time in many bright times. Buster was at peace among his kind.
Soon after some long (About 10 minutes, but that’s long in fluffy time) games of huggy tag. Buster was tired. He wanted to do something a bit more relaxing. He’d go stack some of those colorful blocks he saw earlier.
It was there Buster saw her. She was stacking the blocks and making excited clappies with her hooves whenever she stacked them up. Her beautiful coffee brown fluffy coat and light brown mane. Buster was cautious, but intrigued.
“Hewwo. Fwuffy am Bustah. Fwuffy wan be fweinds”
“Hewwo Bustah. Fwuffy am Hazew. Hazew aways wub new fwiends. Wan pway bwokies?”
Buster and Hazel both took turns at stacking the blocks and giving them to each other. Giggling and falling over. Eventually Buster got a bit brave and asked her for some huggies. Hazel obliged and gave Buster some of the warmest, coziest and friendly huggies he ever had. For the first time in months. Buster was actually happy.
Melissa rolled her eyes watching Buster. Of course he’d make friends with the brown earthie one but so long as Buster was happy and didn’t try to hump her. Then he could make friends with who he liked. Though if he did hump her, how was she going to get the payment out of the brown earthies owner…
“That your fluffy in the sweater?”. A handsome middle aged man cut in while Melissa was deep in thought. She looked him over. Looked rather fetching. The wedding ring wouldn’t do though…
“He’s mine” Melissa smiled politely. “I’m guessing you own the brown fluffy?”
“That’s Hazel alright. She’s a very special fluffy. The shelter were going to put her down because she had a heart condition. But we adopted her because we felt she deserved a happy life and we can manage the vet bills. The kids love her so much”
Melissa smiled again and nodded politely. They had to talk about the goddamn fluffy and kill the mood. It was a nightmare just standing there listening to these dullards talking about their shitpig horse things never mind a happy fluffy owner talking to her about how special and beautiful their fluffy was. At least with the clients she got paid to hear them talk on and on about their fluffy. But here in the fluffy park? She prayed for something to end the suffering.
Melissa’s thoughts were cut off by a phone call. Thank god.
“Sorry, need to take this”
She took her eyes off her fluffy as she answered. Lawyer’s calling again, probably some updates on the custody case. Melissa’s full attention was on the phone as she answered.
Meanwhile, Buster was smitten. Hazel was such a nice fluffy. She gave warm and nice huggies. Maybe, he was falling in love again. No, he couldn’t fall in love again> Maybe he could fall in love again?
Buster looked over for big mummah. But she was talking into her big black blockie. The one she always talked on when she ignored Buster. It looked like most of the humans weren’t really interested in their fluffies and were just talking to each other. It looked like Hazel noticed it too
“Bustah fowwow Hazew. Hazew wan show Bustah somethin unda bushie”
Curious, Buster followed Hazel under the raspberry bush. Maybe she found some of those good nummies inside. Both fluffies crawled over. Stray bits of sunlight shining through the bushes illuminating them. Hazel went over to the corner of the bushes and pulled some of them back. It was there, through the sunlight, Buster could see a hole, just a big enough size for a fluffy.
“Wook. Fencie hab biggest howe. Fwuffies can fit!”
Buster looked curious. Why on earth would Hazel want to leave her happy fluffy life with her humans? Buster was about to speak. But Hazel shushed him by softly putting her hoof on his mouth and started whispering.
“Hazew wan wun away. Mummah an’ daddeh say Hazew can nevah hab babbehs. Hazew’s heart hab huwties su Hazew nu can hab babbehs ow ewse Hazew gu forewvah sweepies. Buh Hazew feew fine. Say fwuffy can hab babbehs. Hazew wub Bustah. Wan fwuffy tu hab babbehs wiw’ Hazew”
Run away? Buster never thought of running away. He certainly couldn’t escape from the house since his safe room was at the top floor of the house and the door was always locked. But now……now he could run as fast as his fluffy leggies could take him. He could start a family with Hazel. As long as he had the sweater on. She’d never know he’s a munstah. It would be a whole new start for Buster. A special friend, babbehs. Enfies whenever he felt like it instead of when big mummah demanded it. It sounded the perfect life.
Buster had made his mind up. He’ll run away with Hazel and have the biggest, bestest fluffy family of them all
“Bustah wan wun way too. Meanie big mummah aways teww Bustah tu gif enfies. Nu wan give enfies nu mowe. Ownwy wan enfies when Hazew wan hab babbehs”
Hazel clapped her hooves together again. Delighted that finally someone she loved agreed with her plan
“Otay. Yu weady”
Buster got ready to bolt from the hole. But something was stopping him. Buster looked over and the collar had caught itself on a branch
“Meanie bwanchies! Wet gu of Bustah!”
Buster struggled against the tree branch caught in the collar of his sweater
“Hazew hewp Bustah! Meanie bwushies!”
Buster moved back as Hazel grabbed his sweater with her teeth and held on to try move the branch away.
But Buster stepped back and his front weggies slipped out out of his sweater. He dusted himself off only to realize that the sweater was still on the branch. And now Hazel could see all of Buster.
All pointy and wingies of Buster.
Hazel looked in shock at the shadowy creature. Buster no longer was there. Instead, there was a large creature with huge wings, a sharp pointy on it’s head and baring its fangs.
Hazel saw a MONSTER and she made scaredy peepees right on the spot. And then, she started screaming.
“M-M-M-MUNSTAH! DADDEH HEWP!!”
Hazel ran screaming out of the bushies back into the fluffy park. A trail of scaredy peepees running behind her.
“NU! HAZEW! PWEASE STOPPIES!”
Buster ran out hoping to stop and calm Hazel down. Only to watch as every fluffy in the Fluffy park had stopped to watch him emerge from the bushes.
At once every fluffy who had turned to watch the commotion had their jaws drop. And immediately started screaming when they saw the shadowy figure. Fangs bared and ready to eat them all
“MUNSTAH!”
“HEWP FWUFFY!
“MUNSTAH GONNA NUM FWUFFIES!!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
The fluffies in the park immediately started stampeding over each other to reach their owners
One inattentive unicorn ran, tripped over and barrel rolled into a fluff pile of tired foals. Crushing the foals and unleashing a torrent of scaredy poopies.
Another fell off the slide and landed awkwardly on their head, crying out “WHY WEGGIES NU WOWK?!?”
And the smell. Dear god. Nearly every fluffy had voided their bowels making scaredy poopies; they were that scared of the monster that was going to eat them all.
In the middle of all the carnage Buster ran screaming after Hazel “BUSTAH NU AM MUNSTAH! BUSTAH AM FWUFFY! AM FWUFFY!” he pleaded
Suddenly Buster was snatched up by his waist and dangled in the air. His weggies still running uselessly.
“Gotcha! What are you doing without your sweater Buster?” Rusty said. Only to look up and see bedlam across the fluffy park with fluffies crawling over each other and even their foals trying to get away from Buster
Rusty surveyed the ongoing carnage with bodies already stacking up and shit everywhere
“Jesus Christ. This is going to be hell to clean up”
Meanwhile, Hazel had reached her human daddy screaming. Panting fast with her heart pounding like crazy. She reached his legs and immediately pleaded for upsies to take her away from the monster.
“BUSTAH MUNSTAH! BUSTAH MUNSTAH! BUST-HURK!”
Hazel started panting, groaning and vomiting. She fell over to her side as her eyes glazed over
Hazel’s owner yelled “Jesus Christ! Hazel! HAZEL!” after watching their fluffy flop over lifelessly.
Rusty ran over and quickly handed Buster to Melissa “I believe this is yours”.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR FLUFFY DO?!?” Hazel’s owner yelled himself hoarse at Melissa as he frantically shook Hazel. Trying to get any sign of life out of her
Melissa could only stammer “I’m sorry! I don’t know how the sweater came off somehow. I….”
Rusty shoved his way into the conversation.
“Why weren’t you keeping an eye on your fluffy?” Rusty asked
“I got a call from my lawyer and I had to answer it. I swear I was only distracted for a moment”
“Hazel! Come on! Speak to us!” Hazel’s owner pleased as Hazel’s tongue lobbed out.
“Hold on. I’ll try some compressions” Rusty quickly knelt down and started doing light compressions on Hazel’s chest. Hoping to restart her heart.
Everyone looked tense as Rusty continued to do compressions. But Hazel was not moving. Her eyes not showing any sign of life.
“Hazel? Hazel? Ah fuck….fuck me. She’s gone” Rusty sadly delivered the news to Hazel’s owner as he gently pulled down her eyelids so she could finally be at peace.
“God……fuck it all….” Hazels owner put his hands to his head. Trying to comprehend their beloved fluffy was dead.
“I’m so sorry” Melissa cringed. Having to apologize for her own fluffy accidentally killing another might have been her lowest point yet.
Rusty sighed as he surveyed the carnage. Foal bodies lay lifeless on the ground. Fluffies dragging their broken legs having been crushed in the stampede. Crying fluffies everywhere trying to run away from Buster as he cried himself in Melissa’s arms.
Buster looked over at all the chaos he caused and the big hurties he caused to the other fluffies and howled crying. He was only trying to find love. Not give the biggest hurties to the other fluffies!
An angry crowd started to gather around Melissa and soon the shouting began
“YOUR IDIOT KILLED MY FLUFFY. I JUST GOT THEM FROM THAT EXPENSIVE BREEDER A TOWN OVER”
“DO YOU THINK I CAN AFFORD THE VET BILLS FOR A CRIPPLED FLUFFY?”
“HOW DO YOU THINK I’M GONNA EXPLAIN THIS TO MY KIDS THEIR FOAL IS DEAD”
Rusty hushed them all back “You all knew the risks with this public area” and pointed at the sign for added emphasis. "I’m sorry but I’ll have to close the park to clean up so if everyone can please stand outside of the Fluffy area and I can sort through the fluffies. We’ll find your fluffy alive, I hope”
He turned around to Melissa. A stern look on his face
“I don’t know how he lost his sweater. But at this point I don’t care. I’m going to have to ask you to leave this park and never come back with your fluffy, understand. He’s no longer welcome in the Fluffy Park”
Melissa angrily grabbed Buster by the scruff
“Bad upsies!” Buster wailed as he was gripped tightly by the scruff of his neck.
“He’ll be lucky if he ever sees daylight again” Melissa fumed as she turned to leave the park with Buster in tow.
Buster wailed and wailed. Melissa carried him back to the car by the scruff of his neck. Onlookers in the park looked awkwardly at the woman carrying the fluffy by the scruff of his neck while he begged and pleaded for mercy. Melissa didn’t even bother with the travel crate. She threw him in the trunk of the car and slammed it down.
“NU WIKE DAWKIES! HEWP BUSTAH” Buster screamed as Melissa quickly sped off from the park.
The Vroom monster seemed scarier than usual as Buster tumbled across the trunk with each hard swerve into each corner.
But It was at home when the real punishment began. Melissa dumped Buster on the floor of his safe room and immediately began to unload on him.
“YOU IDIOT. YOU SHITRAT. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HUMILIATED ME TODAY”
“BUSTAH SOWWY! BUSTAH SOWWY!”
“KEEP SAYING SORRY. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS STUNT AT THE PARK IS GONNA COST ME WHEN ALL THE CLIENTS HEAR ABOUT YOU?”
Melissa took out the sorry stick and immediately started lashing Buster on the back with extreme force with no care at all. For Melissa did not care at that she was beating a highly expensive and rare Alicorn. She was beating the shitrat that humiliated her once more.
“WITTLE MUMMAH PWEASE HEWP BUSTAH!”
But there was no mercy coming. Not even his price tag could save him from the beating. And calling out for “Little mummah” only seemed to make Melissa angrier
Buster fell over onto his side. Almost chirping like a foal. It was then Melissa brought the sorry stick down hard onto his front right hoof
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HOOFSIE!!!”
Buster was hoarse from screaming. Welts formed all over him from where the sorry stick had left its mark. Particularly on his sensitive right front hoof
Melissa had had enough. The idiot shitrat still had to be in one piece for the time being. She folded back the sorry stick and placed it back on the shelf.
“You better fucking smile and act like you are the happiest fluffy in the world tomorrow or else” Melissa threatened before leaving the safe room and slamming the door.
Buster quickly ran to the litter box. He didn’t dare do scaredy poopies or peepees when big mummah was angry at him. And all he could think of was the relief that he held it in or else it would be much worse. Doing his business properly was a relief from the pain surging through his body.
Buster looked around the room. It was dark outside now and all he had was his night light for company. All the welts from the sorry stick were stinging across his body. And especially the welt on his hoof that made it painful to even stand on. Buster looked over and saw the blanket on his bed. He decided to go over to bed and hide under his blanket. The blanket big daddeh gave to him when he was a foal. It was the only source of relief for him. He hid under the blanket and “huuuuhuuued” softly while sucking his hoofsie to try make it feel better.
How could things go so wrong for him? He was a good fluffy. But Primrose and now Hazel? He hurt them all. He hurt them all so badly. Buster cried as he shut his eyes again. Hoping for the good sleepy pictures to come back.
Buster didn’t want to face the fact that he really and truly was a monster.