“Whewe am i?”
These are the first words to leave your mouth upon waking up. You slowly start to remember what happened. That herd with the bratty smarty attacked you and your children, You remember cream and stub jumping into action, and then you fell unconscious. And now you’re here, in some unfamiliar den. You stand up and look for an exit, but the light coming from the opening is quickly blocked by 3 silhouettes. As they step into the den you can make them out. It’s that smarty from earlier, a large fresh slash mark across his face and one of his eyes greyed and blind from injury. The other 2 are ones you have seen, but they seemed to escape with meager in injuries.
“Su, ou’ the stupi mare that tamed the kitteh munstahs” The smarty says with hate in his voice.
“Su, ou’ the stupi ‘smarty’ that got huwites fwom my babbehs” You spit back at him.
This seems to strike a nerve as the smarty immediately steps forwards to give you sorry hoofsies. As he raises his hoof you step out of the way, and his hoof stomps to the ground.
“Tuffies, hold hew” He commands, and the 2 big stallions on either side of him move forwards, and after some scuffling manage to hold you down. The smarty walks up to you, and turns around to give you sorry poopies
“Stupi mare, ou’ wespect smawty”
And as he starts preparing to shit on your face, you take the opportunity and bite into his special lumps as hard as you can. He "SCREEEEEE"s as the shit comes flying out of his asshole, flying over you can hitting the toughie holding your hind legs. The toughie immediately lets go of you, crying about his ‘Pwetty fwuff’. Yea right.
You tear the smarty balls away from his body, and they come off easier than you would expect. He’s reduced to a sobbing mess on the floor as you spit his balls right into the mouth of the other toughie, who lets go of you to try and get the blood soaked testicles out of his mouth.
After he releases you, you jump up and start to bolt out of the den, all of the fluffies behind you too busy with their own suffering to notice you running away. You exit then den and then stop dead in your tracks. the other 20 herd members are outside their dens, doing normal fluffy activites. And when you exit the smarty’s den they all turn to stare at you, and the bloody smarty behind you.
(yea yea yea more cliffhangers boyos. After a long hiatus full of being sick and time consuming activities i am now back to write more of my story. Sorry for the short chapter, but this is more of a catchup than a chapter.)