(I promised you guys a longer part and I have delivered! You can suggest torture methods for the shittu smarty if you want, as well as if you wanna see certain scene drawn! Be creative ;3 ok BYYYYYYE!)
Marshmellow got an uneasy feeling. She passed by telling Rosemary to get in the housie and block the safe room just in case. She smelled it in the air, no doubt about it, another one. She got closer the smell getting stronger before it leaped out of the bushes and proclaimed: “DUMMEH MAWE! DIS SMAWTY’S WAND NAO! GIB NUMMIES AND ENFIES TO SMAWTY NAO-SCREEEEEE!” The Smarty couldn’t even finish his demands as Marshmellow bucked him right in the smell place. Yet another FUCKING smarty. Of course. What else should she expect at this point, and in usual smarty fashion he began bawling like a chirpy. “Huuhuu! Why gib Smawty smeww pwace huwties? Buuhuhuu!” “Dummeh Smawty, dis not youw wand. Is Mummah Agafa’s wand. Smawty nu own it.” She said. She was right but of course bad smarties never understood. The smarty here seemed to be a purple pegasus stallion with a lush red mane. No way he’s a feral, but if he wasn’t he wouldn’t just be claiming himself as smarty. “GRRRR dummeh munstuh mawe! No cawe! Am gib chu sowwy hoofsies!” He charged at Marshmellow again but she was able to side step him, causing him to ram his head into the fence behind her. “I tink ou is da dummeh hewe. Wook, chu get huwties ONCE and cwy wike widdwe babbeh!” The Smarty growled at her and she said, “Wisten, if ou wanna stay da dawkie time Mawshmewwow can tawkies to Mummah Agafa and see if she wiww wet chu stay in big wed housie okie?” She said. The Smarty looked at her no doubt, being absolutely dumbfounded. Getting a closer look at her he realized she had no miwkie paces but, she wasn’t a foal either. He looked around and saw her special place but it looked off. He asked, “Why ou nu hab miwkie pwaces?” Marshmellow avoided the invasive question and said, “C’mon. Nu be wate.” She trotted off and the smarty followed her. This place had Nummies as far as he could see, the most he’s ever seen in his whole LIFE. “Su many nummies! Eat wike dis aww daw time?” He asked. “Not aww daw time, nowmawwy get kibbwe and Wettuce Nummies. Sometimes sketties!” She said. The smarty’s eyes lit the fuck up at the mention of sketti. She told him to wait right at the porch as she slipped in through the fluffy door, which was activated by a chip implant she and the other three had. The smarty tried to defiantly follow her but smacked his thinkie place trying to barge through. “D-dummeh doow!”
“Mummah Agafa!” Marshmellow had caught her just as she was getting ready to shower. “What is it sweet pea?” She asked gently, kneeling down to pet her head. “Dewe is Smawty at da doow.” Oh no, oh shit. “S-smarty? Ugh how many more damn times are those varmints gonna come 'round?” Agatha was tired of all the god damn smarties trying to “claim” her land. “Waned know if could sweep in big wed housie for dawkie, maybe we-abiw-itate him.” She said, butchering the word rehabilitate. Agatha thought for a second. Depending on what he looked like would determine if he could stay or not. If he looked good he could fetch quite a price. She asked her lil Marshy to show her the smarty and once she saw him, by god, he would sell for a lot. Not only did he have unusual colors, his mane was hella lush, he was however bad tempered like all smarties. “So you wanna stay for the night? Well there are a few rules, three strikes and your out. Got it?” Agatha had a set of rules on the farm for the ferals she took in. She would give three chances but some were one hit and your gone. “1, do not eat any of the crops, I have scheduled feeding times, that’s when you will eat. 2, you will not complain about what I give you, be grateful you get anythang! 3, don’t try to come in the house, if you do I’ll neuter ya.” The thought of losing his special lumps and no-no stick made him shudder. “4, you will not bully or shit on any other fluffy. There are no poopy Fluffies, or bestests. This comes to number 5, only shit in the litterbox, if you don’t you’ll be forced to eat your own mess. And 6, no back talk! I won’t tolerate any bullshit.” He didn’t like the thought of nummimg his own poopies or getting kicked out so the smarty nodded quickly. “These next ones, you listen to carefully, these will get you instsantly kicked out, no baby killing, no enfies, no sorry hoofsies, no stealing food, no forcing others to clean up your messes. Just no raping or killing in general.” The smarty was letting it sink in, no enfies? No sowwy hoofsies? No poopy babbehs!? What was this place!? “Do ou have hewd anywhewe?” Marshmellow asked. The smarty shook his head. He had lost his last heard to a few hunters who had enough of his shit before. “Alright, now that we understand eachother, I’ll show ya to the barn.” Agatha said. Marshmellow was allowed back into the warm housie, making the smarty jealous. “You can eat whatever is left in the troughs, goodnight.” She told him, closing the barn door and locking it. He looked around, at all the Fluffies who stared at him for a second and went back to try and go sweepies. They were no strangers to new Fluffies, and most were too tired to realize he was new.
He looked around and noticed the troughs still smelled like Nummies and walked over. At the bottom there was still some lettuce and carrots. Ugh, it wasn’t sketties but it’d do. He hungrily scarfed down all the leftover Nummies, and sighed contently. It would tie him over till morning at least. The reason Agatha was able to get so much kibble to feed em all was because it was dirt cheap, being a dollar a big bag. For a biotoy, these things did not break the bank, unless they were pretty or rare enough to be marketed as such. Like any pet the price depends on who they were bred with, and what genetics they had. Some had glittery fur, some had more than two colors, others had patterns, it was a whole mess. The smarty surveyed the other Fluffies, grimacing as he saw colorful ones in fluffpiles with ‘Poopy Fluffies.’ he sat down and starting talking to himself about his master plan. “Hehe, dummeh hoomin and dummeh munstuh mawe, soon Smawty wiww take ovew hewd, take housie, toysies, sketties and give sowwy hoofsies to anybody who twys to stahp me, give enfies to dummeh mawe, and gib foweba sweepies.” He said, laying his head down and falling asleep. Unbeknownst to him, a Pastel Pink wingie Mummah mare with a soft purple mane was awake, This was Candy, her chirpies having been born earlier that day. A brown one, pink one, and purple one. She was horrified at what she heard but was too scared to say something, what if he hurts her babbehs!? She didn’t know what to do. She layed her head down giving her babbbehs licky cleanies. Least she could do was hope he was enough of a coward to not do it, as lots of smarties were before. Something about this smarty though, seemed way too familiar, and she didn’t like it.
“Mowning Ebewyone! Time for bweakfest Nummies!” Marshmellow’s sweet sing-song voice called. All the Fluffies were waking up. Even the smarty. Smarty looked around at all the Fluffies, he pulled his ears back as he glared at any of them that had brown, sickly green, or dull fur. He hated Poopy Fluffies! The don’t deserve the Nummies! They only deserve to num poopies! The troughs were filled with kibble mixed with some oats and some various spare fruits. It wasn’t Agatha however. It was a smaller human, not wrinkly with pitch black hair. This was Debra, one of Agatha’s grandchildren that live with her. "Alright little guys, come an’ git it! Candy got up slowly but Debra put a bowl in front of her that already had the mix. “You don’t have to git up sweetie pie. After all you got some babies that can’t move around yet.” He said. The smarty got jealous. “Whewe Smawty boww?” He asked. “Oh, well new mista’h hot shot, your bowl is over there.” Debra said, pointing to the troughs. “But why do dummeh mawe get own boww!? Wan own boww!” He complained in a whiny voice. “She has to because she can’t go away from her babies! You don’t have babies, so get’cha lazy rear up and go to the troughs or starve.” The smarty harumphed, grumbling to himself and trudged to where the other Fluffies were eating. “Mmm dis bestesh Nummies eba! Wuv mummuh Debwa!” A brown stallion cried out between mouthfuls. "Mocka ish wight! Said a dull green one. He was an adolescent so that means he was technically going through fluffy puberty. The smarty was disgusted, those poopy Fluffies didn’t deserve these good Nummies! They deserve poopies and forever sleepies! “Aww thanks Mocha, you too Basil!” With that Debra turned to leave, calling over Rosemary to watch the barn and make sure no one fights. Rosemary was a very big mare biggest mare in the whole farm. Her red and pink splotched fur, coupled with her long black mane sometimes made her look scary but the real intimidation was her scars. She got these from trying to quell smarty fights or a stray cat that got in. The smarty began eating as well. He barely even saw the mummuh mare who was given a bowl but he didn’t wanna see her, she was probably a stupid and ugly dumb poopie like this Mocha and Basil. When he was full he went over to the are he was told to make poopies in. After taking care of it he trotted back but didn’t know what to do. He knew if he was to take over this herd, he’d need followers, so he figured he would try and talk to some of these Fluffies.
Rosemary surveyed the barn, spotting the new smarty. She already hated him. Sometimes she wishes she weren’t a toughie, just so she could be with Zues all day. She loved her special friend more than anything, more than even sketties. She watched the smarty trot about but went on gaurd when he walked over to where Basil and Mocha were. They were talking to their other friend, Dandy, an ex smarty, who had successfully been rehabilitated…at the cost of his hind legs that is. Poor fella showed up on the doorstep already half pillowed. He was actually the proud daddeh of Candy’s foals, seems he didn’t need his back legs to be a daddeh, with permission of course. Rosemary watched carefully not wanting him to bully them. “Am sowwy you wost weggies, Dandy, owd human desebe sowwy poopies fow taking weggies!” Mocha said, puffing his chest out. The smarty listened and of course was a dick when approaching them. “Wha poopy fwuffies and nu back weggies fwuffy tawking bout?” Basil, Mocha, and Dandy knew this was a smarty. “Hmph! Ask nicew and maybe we wiww teww ou.” Dandy said, turning his snout up at him. “Wha!? You nu diswespect Smawty!” He shouted. “Hey dummeh.” Said a voice from behind him. He whipped his head around to see a pair of red leggies with pink splotches. He slowly looked up to see Rosemary’s face glaring down at him with chilly blue eyes. “You nu caww any fwuffy poopie, got it?” She growled. This caused smarty to promptly shit himself. “EW YUCKIES!” Dandy squeaked backing a away. “Fwuffy make bad poopies! Have to num dem nao!” Basil pointed out. “WHA!? NUU! NU MEAN TO MAKE BAD POOPIES!” The smarty cried. “Dems da wuwes, get to nummimg.” Rosemary said. “NU! POOPIE FWUFFIES SHOULD-” He was cut off when Rosemary slammed him snout first into the poopies and said, “OU made da bad poopies, OU num dem! Ow Wosemawy get Mummah Agafa and have hew get sowwy stick!” She threatened. “Huuhuu nu smeww pwetty! Nu taste pwetty!” He complained but he didn’t want the sorry stick so he reluctantly nummed his bad poopies. Rosemary kept her hoof on his head the whole time until he even licked the floor boards clean. “Good, now dwink wawa, mouf no smeww pwetty.” She said. Basil, Mocha, and Dandy were laughing at him. Yep, when the herd is his, he’s making them litter and enfie pals. After he went to drink water to get the taste out, he heard something. “Mummuh wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummuh! Dwink wots of miwkies, gwow big and stwong!” It was the mummuh song. He knew it was that mare he couldn’t see before, the one that got her own bowl. He looked behind the hay and, HOLY SHIT!
This was the most beautiful mare he has ever seen! He wanted her, he NEEDED her. That pretty pink fluff, those wingies, that mane! She was perfection! He DESERVED her, he was a smarty so he should get any mare he wanted, and he wanted this one. He don’t are that Agatha said no enfies. He however saw her own foals. Ugh! A poopy baby! And…it was stealing the other pretty foals milkies! And she was letting it? How dare that baby steal the pretty foals milk!? Something really came over him, he stomped over and promptly snatched the brown foal away causing Candy to screech. “SCREEE! NU, CHOCOWATE! GIB BABBEH BACK! PWEASE HUUHUHUUU!” She cried. “NU! Dat am poopie babbeh! Desewbe poopies fowebeh sweepies! Stowe miwkies fwom da pwetty babbehs!” He said, and shit on the crying foal. “NUUUU! NU GIB BABBEH BAD POOPIES! BABBEHS FOW HUGGIES AND WUB!” She rushed to the poor squealing chirpy but the smarty knocked her back. “Hewp dummeh babbeh and Smawty gib you sowwy hoofsies!” “NU CAWE! BABBEH!” the smarty then reared up, about to hit her but Debra grabbed him by the scruff, lifting him up. “EEEE BAD UPSIES!” He squealed. “Ya lil shit! How dare you! Clean that baby right now!” She demanded forcing his face Infront of the brown chirpy. It wouldn’t stop peeping, it knew something was wrong it felt heavier and the smell was bad it just couldn’t tell what it was yet. The smarty protested before Rosemary smacked him in the head. “NAO! Ow Wosemawy gets mummah Agafa!” Smarty huuhuued before cleaning the chirpy foal. Dandy wanted to know what was going on but when he saw Chocolate, covered in shit and the smarty cleaning he was furious! “Dummeh fwuffy! Why big babbeh sowwy poopies!?” “Shhh is ok, Dandy, Wosemawy and mummuh Debwa make dummeh gib babbeh wickie cweanies.” Rosemary led him back to his friend so he don’t have to see the smarty. “Your punishment is no lunch! Got it? I’ll have Rosemary watch the troughs so don’t even THINK about going near them.” She said. No Nummies!? Why!? In his tested mind he did nothin wrong! He finally cleaned up the foal and Candy put him back on her teat, so he can finish getting his fill. “Is ok babbeh, munstah nu gonna huwt ou.” She said. “SMAWTY AM NU MUNSTUH!” He screeched. “Shut it! Before I muzzle you!” Debra said. This smarty was tough. They never had one like this. Not even Dandy was this bad. “Hey Candy we’re gonna take you to the nursery, with Marshmellow, so she can help with your babies ok?” Debra said, consoling the mummuh. All mummuhs went to the nursery with Marshmellow and Cobalt.
No no no! Smarty was fuming! He didn’t want the pretty mare to go to the nursery, he wanted to enf her and give her HIS tummeh babbehs! If he had it his way he’d give her current babbehs worstest stompies. The Fluffies were allowed outside the barn to play and get some air while Donnie, Debra’s twin brother and her, cleaned the barns litterbox. It was all going into the compost anyways. The smarty needed a plan. He was gonna get in that housie, he was gonna give Candy speciaw Huggies and tummeh babbehs, and no one was gonna stop him.