“FUK OFF SKY-WAWA!”
Scarlett seethed as the rain pelted her, it had been quite some time since she left Forrest’s herd and had finally returned to the city where she was born, in the hopes of finding her father Crimson. So far she’d found little to go on towards his location, but tales of a red monster with an appetite for fucking and feeding on Fluffies were plentiful. Scarlett just had to find the right one to follow.
Which right now was a little difficult with her vision blurred by the freezing bullets firing into her eyes.
“KUNTY FUKIN SKY-WAWA! SCAWWETT GUN WIP YOUW WUMPS OFF!”
Annoyingly she had to admit defeat, and she rushed into the nearest alleyway, she’d been trying to avoid alleys since they reminded her too much of her mother, but she had no other option. Jogging down the grimy concrete, Scarlett made a bee-line for an upturned skip, it’s hull rusted, it’s contents long gone having been strewn to the wind and forgotten about, but it was shelter and it would do.
Scarlett rushed into the brown, clanging drum of the metal beast and immediately shook herself clean of the errant rain water, it was a small thing but she felt her warmth slowly starting to return too her. She was about to turn around and settle in for the weather to clear, when she spotted something moving, deeper into the dark of the skip.
“Whu dewe?” Scarlett snarled at the figure, which quickly became figures as two small portions broke away from the larger mass. The thing or things crept closer to Scarlett, until they took a step into the light and…
“Yu nu am speciaw-fwiend.”
It was Fluffies, a mare and her two foals, and almost instantly Scarlett was reminded of Forrest and his ilk. The mare was an earthie, her coat might have been yellow once but the grime of feral living made that difficult to confirm, and her mane was a blue that looked like it had been vibrant at one point in her life. Despite the hardship of her appearance, the mare did not look like she struggled for food, if anything she actually looked quite chubby, her chin disappearing into a valley of neck fat, her belly just mere centimetres from dragging across the ground.
To her left was one of her foals, a filly, almost as fat as her mother, a deep orange coat covered in grease and grime with a white mane so filthy it looked genuinely brown. At first glance Scarlett assumed the filly was an earthie like her mother, but upon a closer inspection she saw two tiny wing nubs buried in her back fat.
The second foal however, if the mother and sister were fat then this one was obese, Scarlett guessed it was a colt but she honestly couldn’t be sure, his girth was twice the size of his sister if not more, his fat rounds hung so low that they curled up and under him, almost lifting him off the ground, both sides of him covered in old and news scratch marks from dragging his flesh across the harsh metal and concrete of his home. The colt’s coat was an actually quite nice – for a feral – shade of purple and his mane a pleasant yellow, the lack of grease compared to his sister told Scarlett who the favourite child was. Although she had to kick herself for not noticing the family earlier, the blue colt was breathing so loudly and so raspingly that even through the thundering rain Scarlett was pissed off that she missed the croaking sounds. It took her a moment to look the fat prick up and down and realise that his purple coat was actually a similar shade of blue to his mother’ mane, it was his skin underneath, so hot and flustered, that was giving him a red undertone, the tubby cunt was so out of breath from just standing up straight that his skin had gone red for exertion.
Even for Scarlett, who enjoyed chewing on fat babbehs when she got the chance, could only gaze upon God’s mistake and feel ill.
Her sizing up of the family done, Scarlett looked up at the mare and shook her head. “Nu am yuw speciaw-fwiend, wha make yu fink Scawett am dat?”
The mare harrumphed. “Mph, speciaw-fwiend be gun wong time, gu out git nummies fow bestesh babbehs, nu come bak yet.”
“How wong he be gun?”
“Speciaw-fwiend weave su wong gu, he gu wen bwite-baww jus wakies, nu am bak yet.”
Now Fluffies have an absolutely abysmal sense of time, and Scarlett was no exception, but even she knew that the sun hadn’t been up for THAT long. It might have felt like forever to a Fluffy but in human terms it was exactly 9:17am.
“Need git nummies fow babbejs soon…” The mare continued, a quiver in her voice as she thought of such horrible things. “…ow dey gun gu foweba sweepies soon fwom tummeh-huwties.”
Scarlett took once more glancing look at the two foals, and wondered in what fucking universe they were going to starve.
“Weww dat am shame, bu Scawett weawwy need tu gu an…”
Scarlett took one step outside and the rain pushed her back inside, it was coming down so heavily that it legitimately bruised her hoof from the force of it. Scarlett jumped back inside and sighed.
“Weww Scawwett am stuckies hewe tiww da sky-wawa gu way. Sowwy.”
Immediately, the blue ball of bloat let out a wheezing screech. “EEEEEEHHHHHH!!! NUUU! Fun-da nu wan dummeh mawe in homesie, she too big, Fun-da nu hab enuff woom.”
Scarlett glared at this kid, a faction of her age and already almost the same size of her, and he had the cheek to call her too big.
The mare sized Scarlett up before letting out a slow nod. “It ok bestesh Fun-da babbeh, dummeh mawe nu tuu big, she can stay neaw fwont sum ummah an bestesh babbehs stay wawm an dwy. Den wen sky-wawas gu way, dummeh mawe can gu way tuu.”
The filly started jiggling her tunny body in excitement, her voice nasily and annoying. “Hehe Wigh-ning wub mummah, mummah su smawt.”
The mare smiled at her grateful children before turning back to Scarlett. “Ok, dummeh mawe can stay, keep wawa way fwom Gowdie an babbehs. Gowdie am su smawt, keep bestesh babbehs nice an dwy.”
The mare, Goldie apparently her name was, chuckled to herself and waddled back into the darkness, taking her two foals with her to preen them as if it would make any fucking difference. Scarlett didn’t care for her new arrangement, but a little rain was better than a lot so she made her resting spot near the entrance to the skip and lay down to wait out the weather.
As she lay down though, Scarlett caught a glimpse of Goldie snarling at something in the furthest corner, and a forth, much smaller shape cowering away into the darkness.
The forth shape wouldn’t make itself known to Scarlett until later in the day, when the rain was still pelting down but had passed it’s heaviest downpour. Scarlett stared out into the dank, dull and depressing alleyway, bored out of her fucking mind, why the hell Fluffies chose to stay in the city she had no idea, too many dangerous people, too many Fluffies fighting over too little food, the only places to stay was alleyways and alcoves and both were as grey, blocky and boring as the next.
She missed the woods, the trees and the grass, the freedom to do whatever she wanted, go wherever she wanted and eat whoever she wanted. Once she found her father, she would return to the forest and make a home there.
Content in her thoughts, Scarlett shifted herself slightly, only for her back leg to knock into something small and alive.
“Eep, pwease nu huwties.”
Scarlett turned round to see a new foal behind her, it was a colt, a drab green colour which explained how he hid in the darkness so easily, and practically wasting away compared to his fat siblings. In the low light of the downtrodden day Scarlett could make out the nub of what was once a horn on his head, although no wings so he wasn’t a wingie-pointy Fluffy.
“Whu da fuk am yu?”
The green colt recoiled at the casual swear but stayed standing in front of the red mare, his voice quiet and trembling as he spoke.
“A… am Bowing, mu… mummah say am bowing babbeh su hab bowing namesie. Mummah nu wi… wike Bowing, wike bwud…bwudda an sissy wots mowe.”
“Yeh, Scawwett can teww. Wai yu hewe, gu bova sum-wun ewse.”
Boring sniffed back tears. “Mummah nu gib Bowign huggies nu mowe, Bowing fowgit wha huggies awe. Nice mawe am su wawm, Bowing sowwy, nu mean tu scawe mawe, jus wan be neaw su can pwetend hab huggies.”
“Fukin sky-daddeh.” Scarlett wanted nothing more than to kick this kid to the fucking curb but he seemed so goddammn pathetic that he’d probably thank her for the physical contact.
“Awwight, stop fukin cwyin. Yu can stay bu nu make noisies.”
Boring’s face broke into a painful smile, like he’d forgotten how to do one after so long, and he snuggled into Scarlett’s side, making himself nice and cosy. Scarlett waited until he was comfortable before shuffling over a little bit to give some breathing room, thankfully he got the message and he was still close enough to share in her warmth.
Scarlett nodded towards Boring’s missing horn. “Wha happen tu yuw pointy?”
“Oh, um… mummah take it off with hew teethies.”
“Wai da fuk she du dat?”
Boring recoiled again but kept on talking. “Mummah nu wike pointy babbehs, say pointy Fwuffies am dummehs whu fink dey Smawties. Mummah took pointy wen stead of gibben Bowing foweba sweepies. Bowing need say fank yu tu mummah fow being su nice.”
“Yuw mummah make yu say fank yu fow not gibben yu foweba sweepies?”
“Yeh.”
“Dat fuked up.”
To his own surprise, Boring found himself giggling at Scarlett’s bluntness, it felt weird to laugh after all this time but he enjoyed it, he enjoyed remembering how to laugh. And eventually that laughter died down and was replaced by the horrible emptiness that was his regular world without joy or happiness.
“Scawett nu stay wong wiww yu?”
Scarlett shook her head. “Wunce sky-wawa stop, Scawwett need gu, need find where daddeh am gun.”
“Can Bowing come?”
Scarlett turned and stared slack-jawed at the colt, shocked that he would ask to come with a total stranger after half a conversation. “Wai yu wan weave famiwy?”
“Cos dey am meanies.” Boring whispered, trying not to alert his mother who was too focussed on licking Thunder to bother listening to him. “Aww famiwy du is gib Bowing heawt-huwties, nu huggies, nu wub, nu eben nummies. Dey onwy eba eat bad nummies, Bowing need num diwty gwassies ousside and dewe nu am enuff of dem tu take way tummeh-huwties.”
“Wha du Bowing meen by ‘bad nummies’?”
Before Boring could answer, there was a loud clang, Scarlett looked up and saw a stallion glaring at her, he was utterly drenched from the rain, large and foreboding even by her standards, not quite as big as Fing but in girth alone he was close. Just by looking at him, Scarlett could tell this was the dad, his coat was almost the same shade of green as Borings, though a nicer shade even through the downpour that had covered him, and his mane a similar orange to Lightning, he was also a Pegasus which fit in with Boring’s story of Goldie not liking unicorns.
“Whu am yu?” The stallion asked with more than a little warning in his tone.
“Am Scawwett, Gowdie wet Scawwett stay cos of sky wawa.”
The stallion glanced over at his mate as she struggled to get the hefty pair of foal situated comfortably onto her back, he then turned his eyes back to Scarlett.
“Dummeh mawe need gu nyo, dis nu am pwace fow yu.”
“Say whu?”
The stallion growled at this rebellious mare and stepped in closer to her, puffing his chest out to try and intimidate her.
“Say Soy-yah.”
Having finally wrangled her two favourite children onto her back, Goldie rushed forward and gave Sawyer a lick on the cheek.
“Speciaw-fwiend, Gowdie an babbehs hab biggesh wowwies, yu been gun fow su wong.”
Sawyer grunted, his eyes still drilling into Scarlett, who drilled her eyes right back at him. After a moment he broke eye-contact and turned to his mate.
“Big sky-wawa make findin nummies hawd, Soy-yah nu find aneefing fow wongesh time, den wen du find nummies, dey am hawd tu git. Bu Soy-yah am bestesh daddeh, bwing nummies tu famiwy.”
Scarlett glanced behind Sawyer and was confused at the lack of food, but then she heard something, barely audible over the howling of the wind, but just ever so slightly, there was a second, much quieter howl just underneath the wind.
And it was talking.
“Hewp!”
Sawyer, seemingly unaware that Scarlett had heard anything, grunted and motioned towards her. “Am dis mawe gun be pwobwem?”
Gowdie smiled and shook her head. “Nu, mawe jus need see wha bestesh nummies awe. Den Fwuffies hab nyu fwiend. Come on dummeh mawe, come see bestesh nummies wha speciaw-fwiend git.”
With Sawyer and Goldie leading the way, Scarlett took one step out of the skip, only to be stopped by the trembling hoof of Boring.
“Pwease…” His tiny voice filled with fear. “…Pwease nu gu, nu hab bad nummies.”
Scarlett stayed silent and kept on walking, she could finally guess what ‘bad nummies’ were, the question as how she was going to play this to keep herself alive for just a little while longer.
Sure enough, as she stepped outside, Sawyer returned from around the corner with his catch of the day, his teeth gripped onto the backside of another stallion, he was smaller than Sawyer, only slightly larger than Scarlett, and his bright red coat did nothing to hide the deep crimson blood stains from where Sawyer had ripped off his limbs, his genitals and one of his eyes.
One look into his remaining eye and Scarlett could tell that whatever Sawyer had done to this stallion had broken him completely, he wasn’t screaming for help because he didn’t believe anyone could anymore.
Sawyer dragged the red stallion closer to Goldie and his children before yanking him forward and kicking his amputated body towards them. While most of his legs where gone, one of his front legs was still attached by a sliver of muscle and sinew, the fresh nerve ending battered and sliced against the cold, hard concrete of the alleyway. Up close Scarlett could see the tell-tale signs of semen around the red stallion’s poopie-place, and some around the place where his right eye used to be, apparently Sawyer liked to play with his food.
The red stallion looked up at Scarlett and, appearing to see a faint sign of horror in her eyes, started shuffling his way towards her.
“Pwease hewp, Cwanbewwy nu wan be munstah nummies. Munstah gib Cwanbewwy wowstesh huwties, gib speciaw-fwiend an babbehs foweaba sweepies, take Cwanbewwy weggies, an see-pwace, an wumps, den gib wowstesh bad huggies….”
Sawyer smacked Cranberry in the face so hard Scarlett heard his teeth break. “SHUDDUP DUMMEH! Yuw nu pwotek famiwy wike weal stawwion, Soy-yah make yu nummies su yu be yoosefuh fow wunce.”
Cranberry turned back to Scarlett, the fear on his face growing at his inaction.
“PLEASE HEWP! NU WAN BE MUNSTAH NUMMIES! CWANBEWWY AM GUD FWU….”
CRUNCH
Goldie pounced forward and ripped off Cranberry’s last leg with barely any effort, she tossed the severed limb to Thunder and Lightning, both of whom started gnawing into it. Well, Lightning did at least, Thunder had some… angling problems.
“NNNHHHHGGGHHHH!!! Bestesh babbeh nu can weach dummeh nummies. NUMMIES COME TU BESTESH BABBEH WIGHT NYO!”
Wordlessly, Goldie reached over and tipped the fat cunt so he could reach the leg, Thunder happily chewed on the appendage, his disgusting body rolling carelessly in on the ground.
While the kids were busy with the leg, Sawyer and Goldie got to work on the rest of Cranberry, using their teeth they both started chewing their way through Cranberry’s soft belly, spilling blood and innards out as the still living stallion tried to cry out in pain, only for his lungs to drown in his own blood, preventing his final cried from being herd. Scarlett watched as errant intestines and kidneys were thrown out and around the cannibal couple. On a good day Scarlett would have joined in and loved this spectacle of brutality.
But this was not a good day, and Scarlett felt ill watching the family gorge themselves.
It was… strange seeing things from the other side, she knew cannibal Fluffies were rare and always thought that meeting another one would be special and brilliant and perfect, but now she had a whole family of them and she hated their fucking guts. They were filthy, disgusting monsters, but was she any better.
As slyly as she could, Scarlett sniffed the air around the family, praying to sky-daddeh there was np familiar connection between them, but between the overpowering rain, the filth of the alley, the even filthier filth of the family and the faint scent of rot starting to creep in over Cranberry’s corpse, it was hard to get a good whiff on them.
Sawyer spotted her and lifted his head, blood smeared across his face. “Wha am dummeh mawe duin? Wan nummies tuu?”
Scarlett looked at her options, the only placed not chewed yet were Cranberry’s backside with the cum-stains on it, or Cranberry’s head with the cum-stains on it.
“Scawwet gud.” She said with a scowl.
Goldie giggled. “Dummeh mawe am siwwy, nu twy besties nummies. Speciaw-fwiend am su smawt wetting Gowdie an babbehs hab Fwuffy nummies, hab wess ugwy Fwuffies and mowe nummies fow famiwy.”
“Nu, Scawwett num Fwuffies befowe, jus nu wike it wen udda Fwuffies pway wiv nummies fiwst.”
Sawyer growled and stepped closer to Scarlett, blood and gristle dribbling off his face. “Yu am in Soy-yah wand nyo, yu du weww tu be nice.”
Scarlett smirked at the overbearing asshole, and turned away without bothering to respond, she didn’t have the time or the respect to deal with pricks like him. If she could she would’ve left, but the rain was still chucking it down, it wasn’t too far off passing but it was still too rough for Scarlett to handle if she wanted to get anywhere.
So instead she went back inside the skip, finding Boring weeping away in the corner, the tiny green colt felt her presence and, upon seeing the lack of bloodstains around her mouth, rushed over and snuggled into her side, gripping on tightly as he openly wept.
This time, Scarlett didn’t move away when he nestled in this close to her, she figured he’d deserved that much at least.
By the time Sawyer, Goldie and their two fat kids were finished, Scarlett and boring were asleep in the corner, Sawyer took one look Scarlett and sneered.
“Wai dummeh speciaw-fwiensd wet dummeh mawe stay hewe? Tuu mush twubbew fow famiwy.”
Goldie rolled her eyes. “Speciaw-fwiend am da dummeh wun, mawe am wha famiwy need. Famiwy keep hew hewe fow cowd-times su dat speciaw-fwiend can gib hew bestesh enfies an she can gib famiwy babbehs tu num. Neba ha btu num Gowdie babbehs eba gain, can hab as many babbehs as Fwuffies wan nyo cos gun hab su mush miwkies.”
Sawyer’s face slowly grew into a wide smile as he saw the wisdom in Goldie’s words. “Dat am su smawt, speciaw-fwiend hab bestesh finkie-pwace pwan. Soy-yah gun gib yu su many babbehs.”
The couple darted towards each other and hugged tightly, even Thunder and Lightning joined in by grabbing – or in Thunder’s case attempting to grab – onto Goldie’s legs and hugging her too. The thoughts of having more babbehs with his special-friend sent a tickle of pleasure through Sawyer’s lumps.
A tickle that grew and grew, and then became a strange, tugging sensation, then the tugging become a hard pull.
“Wha da…”
Sawyer only saw a frame of red Fluff before teeth chomped down on his ballsack, the sudden pain dropped him to his stomach and he howled in agony from the ripping behind him.
Scarlett wasn’t asleep.
“NUUUUUUHHUUUHUUU!!! NU TAKE WUMPS, SOY-YAH NEED WUMPS TU BE BESTESH DA….”
“Shut da fuk up.”
RRRRRIIIIPPPPPP
Due to the fatty tissue surrounding Sawyer’s genitals, Scarlett hadn’t been able to get a good grip on him, so when she pulled on whatever she had chewed on, rather than taking everything off like she usually did, she only manged to tear off Sawyer’s cock, whilst also only tearing open his ballsack.
His two exposed testicle fell out of the torn sack and hung limply in the air, the bitter cold stinging the exposed nerve endings.
By now everyone had their eyes on Scarlett, Goldie, Thunder, Lightning, even Boring looked at her with absolute horror for how easily she had taken down their titan of a father. Sawyer though, he wasn’t about to take his emasculation that easily, and his fury burned a hole into Scarlett’s skull.
“SOY-YAH GUN WIP MAWE’S TUMMEH OPEN!”
With every piece of strength he had burning away, Sawyer charged at Scarlett, he was bigger than her, he was stronger than her, he would pulverise her into mulch and use her bones to feed his children, he would…
Be unable to stop as Scarlett effortlessly stepped out of the way, revealing the hard, rusted, metal corner of the skip’s entrance rushing straight towards him.
The impact reverberated through every inch of Sawyer, his skull was crushed into his spine, his spine shook and splintered every one of his ribs, his brains flew into his heart which flew into his stomach which flew out of his asshole with a blood covered blast of fecal water all over Goldie and the fat kids.
“EEEEEWWWW!!!” Thunder whined as his father’s organ shits splattered over him. “Wai daddeh gib bestesh babbeh sowwy poopies. MUMMAH, gib daddeh sowwy hoofies fow bein su dummeh.”
Goldie didn’t give Sawyer any sorry-hoofies, she just stood and stared at his corpse, flattened and broken, nothing like the big, strong stallion she fell in love with. Her eyes then turned to Scarlett, the red mare smirking at her, and in Goldie’s heart she knew there was no way out of here for her.
But there would be for her children.
“WUN BESTESH BABBEH!”
Goldie launched herself at Scarlett, trying to bide time for her children to escape, she screamed and rattled and pummelled Scarlett with everything she had… and Scarlett stood there and took it, the feeble smacking of a fat bitch mare barely registering to her.
What’s more, due to their enhanced weight, neither Thunder nor Lightning had escaped the skip yet, hell Thunder hadn’t even started moving yet.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Dis am fukin embawwassin.”
With barely any effort, Scarlett knocked Goldie over, trapping the fat mare momentarily under her own weight, before strolling over to Lightning who had almost just reached the door which was 2 full feet away from her.
“Pweaw nu gib huwties, am gud babb…
CRUNCH
Scarlett didn’t waste any time with this one, one hearty chomp and she bit the tubby filly in half, she felt a mild scream inside her mouth but that was quickly put down by a good chewing. Only for Scarlett to very quickly spit out the half-chewed remains of Lightning and try not to gag.
“Fukin shit, wha da fuk? Oh dat am fukin howwibew, taste wike fuwwy poopies. Blegh!”
Scarlett kept spitting, trying to get the greasy taste of rancid baby out of her mouth, all the while, Goldie looked on at her dead daughter and screamed.
“RRRREEEEEE!!! YU GIB BABBEH FOWEBA SWEEPIES! GOWDIE GUN GIB YU WOWSTESH HUWTIES AN NUM AWW YUW BABBEHS AN…UGHHH!”
Goldie was suddenly cut off by Scarlett kicking Thunder’s fat fucking belly into his mother’s screaming mouth, the sheer size of the fat bastard lodged him into her gob so well that the yellow mare almost got lock-jaw from how far she had to open her mouth just to fit him inside.
“Scawwett nu hab anee fukin babbehs yu dummeh kunt.”
For good measure, Scarlett stomped on both of Goldie’s font legs, shattering them against the jagged floor of the skip. A muffled cry was all Scarlett could hear of the excruciating pain Goldie was in.
Well, that and Thunder’s own wailing.
“MUMMAH AM DUIMMEH, BESTESH BABBEH NU AM NUMMIES! WET BESTESH BABBEH GU!”
“Yu am wun woud wittew fuka, am dat wai yuw mummah keep yu su fatee, su yu shut da fuk up wen numming?”
“BESTESH BABBEH NU AM FATEE, BESTESH BABBEH AM PEHFIK!”
“Pehfikwy wound.”
“NU MAKE FUN OF BESTESH BABBEH, GUN GIB YU WOWSTESH SOWWY HOOFIES, DEN BESTESH BABBEH WUN GIB YU WOWSTESH SPECIAW HUGGIES AN…”
“Da fuk yu awe.”
Scarlett kicked Goldie onto her stomach, the mare let out a pained grunt just before Scarlett stomped onto her skull, the sudden force sent her teeth straight through Thunder’s soft flesh and the mother inadvertently tore a chunk out of her son’s belly.
“BABBEH!”
Fighting her own instincts to chew on the fatty flesh in her mouth, Goldie tried to push herself closer to Thunder, but was unable to move past the pain in her broken limbs, of the hard edges of the skip floor ripping into her stomach.
“Kaff, kaff, mu… mummah? Wa… wain um b…babbeh?” For a normal foal, the amount of skin and muscle that Goldie had bitten off would’ve instantly killed them, but for an greedy cunt like Thunder, his fat kept him alive that little bit longer so he could bleed out and feel every painful second towards his death.
“Mummah nu mean tu num babbeh, mummah wub babbeh.”
“Mum… mah am big…gesh mea…nie. Hatchu, hat… chu mumma………”
“Babbeh? NUUUU, BABBEH AM FOWEBA SWEEPIES, WOWSTESH HEAWT HUWTIES! HUUUHUUUUUHUUUUU!”
Scarlett watched the scene unfold in front of her, she was feeling better now, this was why she was better than monsters like this. No greed, no gluttonous gorging, just good old fashioned sociopathy, a panache that these creeps lacked. No, she was the good type of cannibal, she wasn’t a…
“MUNSTAH!”
Scarlett spun round and saw Boring glaring at her, in the excitement she’s forgotten about him, so focused on annihilating the family she never considered the outlier. And the way his eyes were locked onto hers, stained with tears and betrayal, it kinda hurt her in a way she wasn’t expecting.
“Yu AM munstah, yu just wike munstah famiwy, nummin udda Fwuffies. Bowing hatchu, HATCHU!”
“Cawm da fuk down babbeh, Scawwett nu wike dese kunts.”
“Nu, yu am WOWSE! Yu pweten be nice, make Bowing fink he hab fwiend, bu yu am biggesh meanie of dem aww.”
To her surprise, Scarlett felt herself recoil at Boring’s words, why was this getting to her so much?
“Su wha if Scawwett am munstah? Wha da fuk it matta tu yu?”
“Cos Bowing fink yu wewe fwiend.”
“WEWW WHU FUKIN FAUWT AM DAT?!”
One step was all Scarlett took towards Boring, but the little colt instantly shit himself with fear and cowered away in the corner, shivering and crying like he was with his mother again.
Like he was with a monster again.
Scarlett bit her tongue to keep the tears which were NOT in her eyes from falling and turned away from Boring.
“Gu way.”
Boring blinked and looked up at her. “Wha?”
“Said gu way, Scawwett nu gun num yu, bu yu nu can stay hewe. Am bad pwace nyo.”
“Bu… bu dis am Bowing’s homesie, am onwy homesie Bowign eba knyo, whewe Bowing tu gu?”
“Yu fink Scawwet cawe?” She spat out, still not looking at him. “Yu wan tu stay wiv ded Fwuffies yu can, nu matta tu Scawwett.”
Boring went to argue, but then he looked around the remains of his home, the corpses of his family littered the place, not to mention the half-eaten stallion outside. He knew the smell of rot all too well, but now it was embedded into the skip, soon to be joined by meanie buggies who bit into sleeping babbehs looking for food.
This was his home, as horrid and ugly and traumatic as it was, and he could no longer stay here.
“Huu, aww Bowing wan is nu tu hab heawt-huwties nu mowe.”
Slowly, with each leg trembling worse than the last, Boring made his way out of the skip, his young, frazzled mind trying to make sense of all of this, how it had gone from bad to worse so quickly. And where the hell he was suppose to go next.
“Yeh yu fuk off babbeh, Scawwett nu cawe whewe yu gu. Speciwy if yu gu tu twee-pwace, whewe da twees wook da as yu, su yu hidies betta, an dewe am wots of gwassies tu num, gud gwassie tuu, nu poopie gwassies wike hewe. Yeh, yu wan gu dewe, Scawwett nu gib a fuk.”
Still Scarlett didn’t turn to even face him, she kept her back to the colt all through her sneering tone, Boring didn’t know if she was mocking him or not, but he could just make out the tops of the tress leading into the forest, he’d make it to them by tomorrow if he hurried. Maybe she was lying, maybe she wasn’t, but it was a destination and that was more than he had otherwise.
Silently, yet no longer shaking, Boring trotted out of the skip, out of the alleyway and out of sight. Scarlett waited until she couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore before finally turning around and staring at the empty space where the young colt used to be.
Finally she turned back to Goldie, the broken yellow mare hadn’t stopped blubbering during the entire argument. Scarlett scowled at her before marching forward with her hoof raised.
“Pwease, nu gib…”
STOMP CRACK
Scarlett forcibly and repeatedly slammed her hoof into Goldie’s mouth, shattering and splintering her teeth. Over and over and over again, punching Goldie in the face as one by one her teeth were smacked out of her moutjh and left the clank onto the metal floor around her. Eventually Scarlett figured she’s done enough, and shoved her hoof down Goldie’s throat.
Goldie could only panic as her airway was cut out, she tried to shake Scarlett away but her broken limbs were in too much pain, she tried to scream but her voice was muffled by the hoof choking her from the inside. She tried to vomit as her gag reflex was tortured, but with no way to exit her body, she accidentally started to drown herself on her own sick, only making her panic more.
With tears brimming in her eyes, Scarlett scowled at the pathetic excuse for a mare.
“Scawwett nu wan be fwiends wiv dummeh babbehs aneeway.”
Had Goldie been able to think, even she wouldn’t have been fooled by Scarlett’s lies. But Goldie couldn’t think, all she could do was flail in horror before her limbs fell to her side and she didn’t think of anything anymore.
Scarlett stayed inside the skip for a couple more hours, letting Boring get as far away as possible, maybe she feared him coming back, maybe she wished he would, it was hard for her to say.
She didn’t eat Sawyer or his family, she easily could’ve, but after the events of the day, she’s lost most of her appetite. Instead she gathered the remains of the family and dragged them to the corner of the skip, trying to keep them all together so any wandering predator would focus on the one spot instead of all over the place.
Eventually, with the sun just starting to set, she left the skip and started looking for a place to sleep, it was still raining, but Scarlett didn’t fucking care anymore.
