Another Sequel, this time to Blood and Poopies.
So you got more fluffies. This time you forgot to sterilize them and they were, coincidentally, from the mare who made Buddy. So Buddy enfed them to - to the racuous cheers of his sister. And the babbehs came out ok, actually, and looked pretty good. No problems, no nothing. Of course, you could never say no to the little fuckers, and though Buddy was responsible enough not to enf his kids, and you were smart enough to get the mare fixed, the little foals had ideas of their own. Some of them you were able to sell to breeders, others grew up and… continued the family tradition. Eventually the foals you got had remarkably swollen heads, which interested an entirely different class of buyer. And in time, your tastes grew to match theirs, and you had so much goddamn money you could do special orders and lived like a king.
“I do think this fluffy was, in fact, your “bestes!” You have quite the discerning eye my dear. He really loved that ugly poopy thing desperately and this captures their final hug perfectly. Then I hit the paralysis switch at the perfect moment and had him sealed in lucite so he can be your bestes babbeh forever!”
"Oh-ho-ho, do you remember when he tried to make enough poopies to hide the poopie in the litterbox? How you would sneak that ugly thing milkies and bestes would dig “hiding spots” in the litterbox so I wouldn’t flush it down the toilet where it belongs? You told me it was a “good poopie” because it was in the litterbox! Oh-oh and then “Bestes” tried to protect it! Ahhahahaha!
“You wan poopies? Get sowwy poopies!” That was the best! Anyway, come on. I’m gonna flush your turd, so say “bai bai poopie.” And then it’s time for Cousin Merle’s special huggies. Your other babies? I’m gonna sell your other shitrats to my rich friends! 2000 bucks EACH! Then I’m gonna eat bestest sketties while you cry and get railed. Life really is good."