Call of the Jellenheimer
Chapter 11
Ricky completed another successful work week while also volunteering at the shelter each day. He had gotten the hang of things and had a good rhythm going by the end of the week. He was biding his time patiently, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
He had two targets now; Gertrude at the veterinary hospital and Susie of Fluffy Pals. Ricky carefully found details about them piece by piece until a proper profile had been made for each of them. Soon the Jellenheimer was ready to hunt.
Susie was first because she was the easiest target. She often worked night shift as a closing manager at McChonkers. The cameras on the building were old and had several blind spots. Ricky simply waited for her to leave work, watched the other employees drive away, stayed in the shadows with his slingshot fully drawn, and let the steel ball bearing do the rest when Susie’s fat ass came waddling out.
The large slingshot was a surprisingly effective weapon; silent, clean, and lethal. With a proper hit to the cranium at close range, there was little chance of survival, especially if the victim lay unconscious for hours before being detected. Susie was not found until the morning shift; dead as a chubby door nail. Ricky had picked up the steel ball that killed her so the only clue was the wound itself; something police forensics would have a hard time identifying.
Reality wasn’t like the tv shows that had caring badasses working night and day to solve cases. Without video surveillance, a murder weapon, or suspects, Susie’s death would remain a mystery. Lab results would be inconclusive at best. She ended up in a manila folder buried under high profile cases that the city actually cared about.
Next was Gertrude. This one would be tricky. She lived in a gated community with her husband in a suburban home, well protected from shadowy figures looking to kill. However, the obnoxious old woman had a few predictable habits that she enjoyed around town.
One such habit was her addiction to the lottery and scratch-offs. She always stopped at the same gas station after work, buying several tickets and turning in the winners. Ricky followed her one day and made sure no one, including cameras, was watching as he slid under her car and cut the break line.
He then waited at the cafe across the street and watched as Gertrude’s car rolled into oncoming traffic smack dab in the middle of a busy intersection. A large delivery truck smashed into her driver’s side door, killing her instantly.
VICTORY! The Jellenheimer internally screamed with joy as he watched the fat bitch’s car get turned into scrap metal.
Ricky casually sipped his coffee as he watched out the window with the other patrons, doing his best to act upset at the gruesome accident. Soon the police and fire department arrived along with a couple ambulances. Ricky headed for the bus stop as a tow truck carried Gertrude’s totaled car away. Another successful mission for the Jellenheimer! He couldn’t help but smile as he got on the bus.
“Damn, what happened?” Stewart, the old black bus driver asked. Ricky had gotten to know Stewart over the past couple weeks since he rode his route almost every day.
“Car accident.” Ricky explained. “Pretty nasty one too.”
“Shit this is gonna put me behind schedule.” Stewart grumbled as the bus moved on, carrying Ricky home for another well deserved weekend off.
Ricky’s backpack squirmed as he held it close to his chest.
“Hold still and be quiet, or no sketti.” Ricky said quietly into the backpack.
He had adopted another fluffy from the shelter after work that day. It was a lucky find too; a red alicorn male with blue mane. It’s owner had died of old age and their kids didn’t want the creature, so they gave it to the shelter. Ricky snatched it up right away. He couldn’t wait to get home!
He ran from the bus stop all the way to his apartment. He burst through the door and shut it behind him as he set the backpack down on the floor. Punky came running over, sniffing the bag excitedly.
The mare had begun to grow in size as her pregnancy progressed. She had a plump belly after days of spaghetti for dinner. Soon she would give birth to a new litter of foals, ready for Ricky to play with.
Ricky opened the backpack and pulled out the red alicorn.
“Good, you didn’t make bad potties in my backpack.” Ricky said with a sigh of relief. “This is Punky, your new special friend.”
“Monstah!” Punky said with her ears flattened back in fear. Non-alicorn fluffies were often afraid of alicorns - a leftover defect from their creators that never got fixed before their release.
Ricky new he needed to nip the issue in the bud immediately.
“No! Bad Punky!” He smacked the yellow mare hard across the face. “Don’t you ever call Rocket a monster again. He’s a good fluffy just like you. I’ll beat you good if you ever say ‘monster’ again, got it?” He grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her close to Rocket, who was acting shy and scared of Ricky’s strict behavior. “Now apologize right now.” Ricky said sternly.
“Punky s-sowwy.” She stammered as she licked the blood leaking from her nose.
Ricky turned his head towards the bathroom to see Stumpy peeking out from the crack of the slightly open door.
“Get out here, Stumpy.” Ricky said coldly.
The little handicapped stallion limped out of the bathroom and slowly headed toward Ricky. His body was covered in fresh wounds of all different kinds - Ricky had been torturing the pathetic creature all week to relieve stress after work.
“FASTER!” Ricky shouted, the brown fluffy speeding up his hobbled, three-legged walk.
“Rocket.” Ricky said, looking down and petting the red fluffy gently. “See that poopy fluffy over there? The one missing a leg?”
“Yes new daddeh, I see dem.” Rocket replied.
“He’s a bad fluffy who doesn’t deserve to live.” Ricky said with a dark expression. “He only gets to eat poopies, and he’ll give you licky cleanies on your poopy place. Isn’t that right, Stumpy?” Ricky glared at the whimpering fluffy as he cowered in his approach.
“Stumpy eat poopies and wick butts.” The brown abuse victim said sadly.
“Do the song and dance, you piece of trash.” Ricky threatened.
Stumpy fought back tears and swallowed the lump in his throat as he wiggled his backside and began to sing.
Stumpy finks he’s good, but it’s not twue,
Stumpy onwy good fow eatin da poo.
Eat aw da poopies and nevew evah cwy.
Gets lots of huwties if he say ‘wan die’.
“Hahaha!” Ricky laughed cruelly. “That’s a good little bitch.” He turned Rocket around and shoved his ass in Stumpy’s face. “Look at his big special lumps! He gets to have good feels with Punky. You won’t ever have good feels ever again! Hahaha!”
Stumpy yelped in pain as Ricky viciously kicked him across the room and out of the way.
Ricky then showed Rocket the rest of the apartment and made spaghetti for dinner. He set down two separate bowls, making Stumpy watch as Punky and Rocket both ate up their favorite food. The brown stallion quivered with fear, fighting back tears as Ricky hovered over him, ready to attack.
“God I hate you so much.” Ricky said, blowing cigarette smoke in Stumpy’s face. “You worthless little shitrat.”
Finally the stallion let out a sad, squeaky little whine as drool dripped from his salivating mouth. Ricky responded by cutting the fluffy’s ear off with a pair of side cutting pliers, relishing the little pony’s screams as he covered the bathtub in blood yet again.
With his stress from a long work week now melted away, Ricky relaxed and began reading his new library books. These fluffy subject books were more advanced than last week’s. They were the closest Ricky could get to actual veterinary school books. His reading of the beginner books and encyclopedia of terms helped immensely and made it easy to understand the harder material.
It took several hours over the whole weekend, but Ricky managed to finish the books. He even had time to return them and stop by the shelter to visit Cindy.
Ricky wasn’t sure if he liked Cindy or not. On the surface she was cool and attractive enough, but underneath that exterior she gave off a disinterested vibe. Ricky was fine with this; it was better than being teased or led on like his last crush did to him. However it would be nice if she was a bit friendlier. Ricky found his new life to be a bit lonely; his low tolerance for bullshit had pushed most people he had met away. It would be nice to have someone to hang out with who wasn’t a fluffy.
He looked at the new rescues in their cages as he walked down the hall at the shelter, hoping to see something interesting. He didn’t see anything special; a bunch of brown rejects as usual, doomed to face the incinerator. They watched him walk by with sad eyes. Some of them begged him to take them home, while others just laid there in acceptance of their fate.
“What a bunch of turds.” Ricky muttered to himself. They weren’t even worth taking home to torture. He already had stumpy for that, plus a fresh batch of foals on the way. He didn’t need more useless brown wastes of kibble.
Then he came across a pink unicorn. At least, she used to be pink. Her fur was matted and dirty from living outside. She had light blue mane. Ricky knelt down to get a closer look at her.
“Ah I see.” He said with a nod. “You’re a feral aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond. She simply looked up at him with sad eyes, the left of which had a nasty scar across it. The eye itself was blind, with a milky white color. Her left ear was also missing a chunk out of it.
“It’s tough out on those streets isn’t it?” Ricky said with a laugh. “But your colors are good, you will make an excellent breeder.” He pulled her out of the cage and took her into the back where he placed her into a cardboard carrier with some newspaper lining. He filled out the paperwork at the front desk, said hello to Cindy, and headed home.