Late at night you carefully cracked the garage door open. You could have tranquilized your captives but this was just easier. And cheaper honestly. You lifted the hamster cage full of chirpy foals slowly, as not to wake them. Rain stirred in her sleep, but didn’t wake as you left with her foals. You had plans for these little ones. Nothing nearly like their mother would face, you thought about gutting them in front of her, maybe making her eat their corpses. But you had promised Sam, and so these little guys were going to a friend of a friend who bred alicorns. They would be raised to be alicorn friendly, and would be sold alongside his prized foals to keep them company. He, in turn, would be bringing you some foals to replace them. Ones you could play with properly.
You very gently picked up one of the foals, who was a pretty peach color. It chirped in you palm, Attempting to crawl with it’s stumpy little legs. You held one up with your finger. Such a fragile thing. With a flick you could shatter it. Or rip it off entirely. If you closed your hand you could squish the entire foal into a red paste, with little effort.
But you are a man of your word. You set the peach foal back into the pile of it’s siblings, watching as it settled into the fluffpile. They were young enough that they would never remember their mother. There was still a chance of them going smarty, due to very early favoritism or just their bad genetics, but a professional breeder could nip that in the bud early. You checked their feeder, still full of formula. They would be fine for the night, and off to their new home in the morning.
“Any specific ones I need to know about?” You asked the breeder, setting the feral foals down on your front step.
“The little blue one has a tongue tie, has a ton of trouble feeding” she replied
“Isn’t that pretty easy to fix?”
“Yeah,” she handed you the crate of foals. “I didn’t notice until he was already stunted, and he’s just a unicorn. It’s not worth it to me, I figured if you cared about it you could take care of it.” She shrugged.
“It’s fine! Might actually help me out a bit!” You waved goodbye to her, and she drove off with the feral foals. You took the new ones inside and took the top off the carrier to see what you were working with. Two alicorns, one a medium brown and another a dark yellow. One unicorn, the blue one she mentioned. Three was all she could muster on such short notice, but it would do for your plans. You gently set them in a small cardboard box lined with a towel and set up your autofeeder for them. You had a little more prep to do before they came into play.
“Afternoon, vermin!” You greeted the residents of your garage. They stayed silent, huddled in the back of their cages. You stepped up to the cage with the white mare, Rain. “It’s your turn today!” You pulled her cage out from the stack, she stayed pinned to the back, as far from you as she could get. “Now, would you like your babies back?”
She stared at you, wide eyed. “…gib… babbehs?”
“Yep! You can have your babies back!” You set her cage down on the floor. “If you’ll do something for me.”
“…what dummeh mistah want?” She stood on unsteady legs, but puffed her cheeks at you.
“You’ll need to let me tie you down, I dont want there to be any accidents!”
“Nu! Gib babbehs!!” She stomped her hoof defiantly.
“Nope.” You didn’t really expect her to agree, you just wanted to give her the chance. You threw open her cage before she could react and pinned her against the back wall. She screamed as you zip tied her arms to either side, leaving her trapped in a seated position. “There, wasn’t so hard huh?”
“Gib babbehs munstah!!” She struggled against the zip ties.
“Just give me a second to go get them!” You went back inside, grabbing a few bottles on the way. The foals were snuggled up in the blanket in a little fluffpile, you grabbed the blue unicorn off the top. “Your lucky day, little guy.” You spritzed him with a bestest babbeh pheromone, which was guaranteed to make him his mother’s favorite or your money back according to the bottle. The alicorns were sprayed with a generic mummah scent, just enough that she would smell herself on these babies. You put the peeping unicorn back and shook the box around to get them peeping and scared. “Showtime.”
The second Rain heard the peeping she was struggling with a new burst of energy. “GIB BABBEHS!!” She screamed over and over as the zip ties began to bloody her wrists.
“Easy there mummah, I’ve got your babies right here…” You pulled out the yellow alicorn first, setting it against her teat.
“Babbeh!” She had been away from her babies long enough to not remember exactly what they looked like, if she cared that much at all. Just having a baby thrilled her, and she cooed as you set the rest near her. “Babbehs back! Wub babbehs.”
“You take good care of them.” You set up the autofeeder on the far corner of the cage, and filled it with a bitter formula with a growth accelerator added. For Rain you set up a milkbag feeder with an adapted hose so she could suck the mushy food as she needed. You hooked up a small webcam to the cage, and fed the rest of your captives so you could leave them alone for a few days.
Going back to your laptop, you set up the camera to record 24/7, planning to cut the interesting parts together. This would take a while, but it would be worth it in the end.
By the end of the night Rain had noticed the pair of alicorns and kicked them away from her teats, declaring them “poopeh munstahs” they chirped in pain, but wriggled their way over to the autofeeder. Rain hurled abuse at them, but was unable to do more than that initial light kick. She gave up on making them leave eventually and focused on her “bestest babbeh”, the blue unicorn.
The next few days were fairly uneventful, the foals only capable of sleeping and eating. The blue unicorn peeped with hunger any time he wasn’t nursing or sleeping, so Rain tried to keep him against her nipples at all times. She was confused, her baby ate so often and for so long, yet the ache in her teats was telling her she needed to feed him more. She wished she had more good babies to drink her milk, but she wouldn’t let those monsters steal from her bestest.
3 days later, the alicorns began to open their eyes and take in their small world. The yellow colt saw Rain and decided she must be his mother, so he wobbled towards her on his unsteady legs. He got just inches from her when she looked up from her bestest baby.
“MUNSTAH! NU STEAW MIWK!” She cried, kicking him on the nose. The foal reared back, confused. Why would mummah hurt him? His sister rushed to comfort him while rain continued her tirade about them. Why did mummah hate them so much? Were they bad babies? They curled by the auto feeder, together pondering their place in the world. Rain quieted down once they were safely away from her, and continued to sing tuneless songs to the blue unicorn. Her bestest baby would grow up and get rid of the monsters, then free her. She just knew it. All he had to do was keep drinking and sleeping, he would open his eyes soon.
By the time you checked on them again, the alicorns could speak. They had asked Rain why she hates them, why they can’t cuddle with their smaller brother. Every time she spewed hatred, screaming about them being ugly milk stealing monsters until the smarty screamed at her to shut up. They kept to themselves at the far side of the cage, safe from her back hooves.
“Hi there!” You entered the garage, friendly as can be. The alicorns weren’t sure what to make of you, their mean mummah started screaming at you just like she did to them. You opened the side door of the cage, giving them access to the rest of the garage. “Here, you guys can play out here! Don’t want you to be so cramped in there!” You set up a small litterbox and a feeding station for when they were weaned, all within view of the camera. The foals anxiously crept out of the cage, sniffing their surroundings. “It’s okay! I won’t hurt you!”
You introduced yourself to the foals, and explained the rules of the garage. Simple ones, and you didn’t really plan on enforcing them too hard. You wanted them to try to use the litterbox, you didn’t really care if they did 100%. Not important to your end goal. The foals explored while you talked to Rain.
“How’s your bestest baby?” You pointed at the still tiny foal, now starting to look rather haggard and patchy fluffed.
“Babbeh is bestest! Is gud babbeh!!” She pulled him in with her hind legs, pinning him against her teat. You could hear him wheeze faintly, his lungs not developing correctly.
“Good to hear! I know you’ll give him the bestest milk, because if you didn’t he would go forever sleepies! That’s what happens to babies if they have a bad mummah!”
Rain gasped at the implication of her being a bad mummah. “Wain bestest mummah!!”
Oh we’ll see about that, won’t we? You chuckled to yourself, tossing a ball into the garage for the alicorns to play with.
The next few days of recording was mostly the foals playing or napping while Rain sung her songs to the unicorn. When the foals would get hungry they had to reenter the cage to get to the auto feeder, which would always set Rain off on one of her tirades. It usually left the foals in tears as they drank. The blue foal was getting weaker by the day, sleeping more and peeping less. Rain continued to urge him to feed, her teats were getting swollen and red, but it never seemed to be enough.
You could see the moment it occurred to her that this might be her fault. She stared at her hungry foal for a moment, then looked to the playing alicorns. Why were they so big? She had seen monster foals before, they ended up skinny and weak from malnutrition. Like her bestest was. But she had been feeding him! All the time! He would eat and eat and eat! She looked down at him, his eyes crusted with goop and fluff falling out on his rear end. Had she done this to him? No, she loved him! He was the bestest, and she was giving him everything she could! Which only left…
“Rain… Bad mummah?” She whispered to herself, barely audible through the cheap camera.
Rain started singing less, only urging the stunted foal to eat. She would even wake him up to make him feed. She forced his face onto her nipple when he tried to refuse. She was so focused on this she often forgot to scream at the alicorns when they came to eat. They were getting to be almost her size, and were often confused when they would see their puny brother. They didn’t know why he was so small, sometimes they would whisper to each other about it in the far corner of the garage. Their mummah must be a bad mummah, they decided.
Eventually you heard, through the tinny speakers of your laptop, Rain’s wails. You went in to investigate and found her pulling at the zip ties, reopening the old scars, and screaming for her bestest baby to wake up.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, putting on a concerned face.
“HUUUUUUUUU… BESTEST BABBEH NU WAKE UP! HUUUUUUUUU!” She wailed.
You picked up the tiny blue corpse, the alicorns rushing over. It was skeletal, it’s thin skin stretched tight over it’s bones. It’s fluff was all but gone, only the top of its head and around its neck were still there. “I’m sorry, he’s gone forever sleepies.”
Rain wailed, a long wordless cry. The alicorns hugged each other solemnly. They never got to know their brother, but they knew he was family, and cared for him regardless.
“Yep,” you said, dropping the foal back into the cage. “I’ve seen this before, he died from having a bad mummah.”
Rain froze, staring at the corpse. You had just confirmed her fear. You all stood in silence while she puzzled it out. She couldn’t be a bad mummah. She was the bestest mummah! With the bestest babies! Her babies were always pretty and perfect! Well, other than… She looked to the alicorns. They were the only bad babies she ever had. Which must mean… “MUNSTAH BABBEHS STEAW MIWK! MUNSTAH BABBEHS HUWT BESTEST BABBEH!!” She screamed, thrashing at her bindings. You carefully clipped the zip ties, and once freed she shot out of the cage. The alicorns screamed and ran, the yellow colt darting behind your legs and the brown filly running to the garage door. Rain chased her, stumbling over her stiff front legs.
“Mummah nu huwt babbeh!” The filly yelled, finding herself cornered against the wall.
“WAIN GIB BAD BABBEH FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!” She lept on top of the filly, pinning her neck to the ground with her hooves. The filly flailed, unable to do more than kick her hooves, the pressure on her neck cutting off her airways. Rain had clearly done this before, that could be a problem. Not one you couldn’t fix, however. The filly’s flails grew weaker and weaker as her lips turned blue and Rain’s grin grew larger. The filly kicked once, twice, and then was still. Rain continued to stand on her neck, mumbling about monsters.
“She killed your sister!” You said to the shaking colt at your feet. He looked up at you with big, fearful eyes. “She did! And you’re next!!” The foals eyes widened, and he held his hooves up to you, instinctively knowing how to ask to be picked up. You grabbed him and headed to your storage shelves, grabbing a syringe. “You’re going to have to be brave, and fight back!” You stabbed the needle into his neck, pushing the plunger down. He yelped at the prick of the needle, and Rain looked up from her first victim, remembering the second foal.
You set him back on the ground as the drugs began to take affect. Rain ran towards him, screaming abuse. The colt got to his feet, and lept forward to meet her. He lowered his head as they met and jammed his horn into Rain’s eye as her hooves came down on his shoulders. She screamed and lept back, falling onto her rump. The alicorn reared onto his hind legs and began to stomp on her, snorting and frothing at the mouth uncontrollably. You watched for a minute, letting Rain’s screams of pain echo around the garage, before you pulled her up and out of the reach of the colt.
“You are such a bad mother.”
“Nu! Nu am bad!” She squealed, holding her bleeding eye with her hooves.
“You are! You killed two of your foals!” The colt was trying to climb your leg to get to her.
She looked back at the tiny blue foal, then to the colt. “Nu… Nu am…” Her foals were dead. Even the one she loved. “Am bad mummah?” She asked herself softly.
“You are! The worst mummah! You killed your babies, and killing babies is the worst thing a mummah can do!”
Tears started to form in her eye. “Wain bad mummah!! Wan die!!”
“That can be arranged!” You tossed her back down on the floor, and the colt turned on her immediately. He reared onto his hind legs and slammed his hooves down onto her.
SLAM.
Rain yelped in pain as her ribs cracked, her adopted son didn’t care in his drug fueled rage.
SLAM.
She coughed up blood onto the concrete floor.
SLAM.
His hooves sunk in this time, a spurt of blood rushing out around them.
SLAM.
You decided to let him get it out of his system while you got a head start on editing. You had tons of footage to get through.
SLAM.
It took a few hours, but the editing was done. You sat up from your laptop and stretched. Time to check on the mess in the garage.
The colt’s drugs had worn off, and he had pulled the corpses of his family into a small pile and curled up in the center. He lifted his head as you entered, sobbing softly.
“Nice job buddy.” You lifted the filly off the top of the pile, revealing what was left of rain. Her abdomen was flat from shoulder to hip, with multiple sets of hoofprints embedded in it. Her face was frozen with her dying gasps, gore flowing out of her mouth. Her injured eye had popped out of the socket and was laying on the ground next to her head. You would have to scrape her off the floor when you were done.
“Wan die…” The colt mumbled, pressing his head back into his sister’s corpse.
You lifted him by the scruff, the only part of him that wasn’t crusted in blood and bone shards. “That’s a shame, I’d hoped to keep you around to do more of this. Ah well.” You grabbed a zip tie and fastened it around his neck. “Any last words?”
“…wan die.”
You rolled your eyes. Always the same thing with these fuckers. You pulled the zip tie tight around him, and tossed him aside. He grabbed at the zip tie instinctually, the self preservation instincts overriding his suicidal impulses. The colt collapsed to the floor, choking and wheezing while you looked for your snow shovel to get the remains of the mare off your floor. The colt gave one final wheeze, and fell onto his side.
You passed the stack of cages with your remaining victims, looking them over. The smarty was glaring at you, his defiance still strong even after watching his friends fates. You wanted to watch the light leave his smug eyes, but that would have to wait. The best for last. The two remaining toughies were huddled at the back of their cages, not looking at you. Their time would come. The pregnant mare was nearly immobile, she would give birth in a week, maybe a week in a half. A sly smile spread across your lips as she watched you, shaking. You needed to do something with her soon, or you would have another litter of foals to deal with.
Here’s the video of Rain’s last attempt at motherhood, it went about as well as expected!
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Up next I think we have this little lady, Flower. She’s a glutton, if you can’t tell. I’ve been making sure she’s got as much food as she can eat so she maintains that size. I have some ideas for her, something wonderful planned out.
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Incidentally, if any of you are in the [REDACTED] area, please send me a DM, id like to invite you to a little get together!
-Mantis2424
