The room slowly came into focus as the yellow unicorn woke up, blinking the sleep from his eyes and lifting his head to look around. The bright blue sky that surrounded him looked…odd, dead. He looked down at the ground around him only to find soft cream carpet littered with toys.
Was…was he in a house? His heart fluttered at the thought of having a home, he’d only ever lived in a dank, shit filled garage before, not that he had complained. The garage had a roof and food, more than the ferals that came begging at the doors had.
He tried to stand up only to find that his front legs wouldn’t move, his back legs scraped across the plush carpet as he attempted to scramble to his feet. Glancing down at his legs he found two bloodied stumps where his legs should have been. Panick swelled in his chest and he began squirming and kicking his last remaining legs, screaming as he tried desperately searched for his lost legs.
“Huhu! Whewe am weggies, whewe am weggies!?” Was this related to what happened with that stallion? He had failed to protect his herd from the intruder and now his legs were missing. Why was this happening to him! He’d always been a good fluffy, even when he was beaten and starved, abandoned and fearing for his own life. He was a good fluffy he didn’t deserve this!
Tears streamed down his face as he remembered his herd, the pink mare that he called his special friend, his grey toughie who had promised to stay with him forever and his purple special friend. Worst of all was the little colt who followed him around like his own son. All dead because of that disgusting stallion.
“Brute get in here, that stupid thing is awake!” A blonde woman stood in the doorway staring at the yellow stallion with contempt filled glare like he was stain on her perfect carpet.
A happy gasp came from down the hallway and the giant maroon monster came bounding into the room. He grinned at the sight of his new friend and started galloping towards his new enfie friend.
“Nunununuhuhuuu!” The yellow unicorn panicked at the sight of Brute, shoving himself backwards with his only remaining legs.
“So what’s his new name, boy?” Bonnie knelt down next to Brute and ruffled his mane.
“Why is Mummah Bonnie not namin dah new fwuffy?” He cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“Cause he’s your responsibility Brute, you have to take care of and clean up after him.” She reminded him sternly.
“Oh…weww, Bwute name fwuffy…,” He paused to think hard about his new friend’s name. The minutes ticked by as he thought and thought, rubbing his chin with a hoof.
“Yu name am…Axew!” Brute declared, grinning proudly at his new name choice and looking up at his mummah who nodded approvingly. Axel whimpered and glanced around the little room they were in, a huge walk in closet with sky blue walls and a plush cream carpet.
He could barely see the edge of a bright pink bed and the giant plush toys that sat atop it out of the doorway.
“Pwease! Smawty nu wan be hewe! Wan hewd back, wan gu home!” Axel cried out, earning a hard flick to the nose from Bonnie.
“Shut up you undeserving sack of shit. I saved you from that stupid park and let you into my home even though you’re just a dirty feral.” She snarled at him, “I’m giving you a nice home, good food, a TV, and all the toys you could want and all you have to do is let Brute fuck you.” Bonnie shoved a finger in the little stallion’s face.
“Nuuuu! Nu am mawe!” Axel protested tears welled in his eyes as he pushed himself backwards, wailing and crying in fear.
“God, just fuck the dumb brat already Brute.” Bonnie shook her head and gestured Brute towards Axel before getting up and walking out of the room so she didn’t have to watch her fluffy hump his new enfie friend.
“Nu nu nu nu nu, Axew be gewd fwuffy now. Pwease don’ gibe poopie pwace huwties to gewd fwuffy!” Axel begged his captors not to hurt him as he felt Brute grab the scuff of his teeth with his jaws. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as his heart beat frantically in his chest like a caught bird, fear spiked through his body as he thrashed kicking and screaming for anyone to help him.
The stallion on top of Axel growled and shoved latched on harder, beginning to pummel and stomp on Axel’s sides with his huge hooves. Axel quieted to a tiny whimper of pain, his eyes frantically darting around the room for something to help him escape when he felt something rub against his haunches. It was a familiar, sickening feeling as something thick and heavy grew across his back.
Axel couldn’t remember much after that, visions of his Mummah and siblings comforting him. His sister had just begun to walk and he was the last of his litter left, he so desperately want to walk just them.
“Don’ wowwy wittwe babbeh, yu do wawkies soon enough.” His mother cooed as she nuzzled him, “Hooman Mummah awaysh shay dat ‘Ebeyfing happen fow a weason’.” she licked his cheek and smiled softly at him.
Axel woke to the sensation of a tongue on his cheek, softly cleaning his fur. He giggled and twisted away from the tongue, twitching a hoof up to stop it, “Nu mowe, am aww clean Mummah!”
“Huh? Nu am yu Mummah.” A deep stallion’s voice shook Axel from his dreamy state and brought him back to the nightmare of reality. Axel slowly turned his head to stare up at the terrifying smile of the maroon beast above him. Brute tipped his head to the side and revealing both of his eyes, a warm and friendly expression on his face. Axel’s eyes drifted down to the bloodied stumps that used to be his legs and his body began to shake as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“If…if ebeyfing happen fow a weason Mummah, why dis happenin.”