The green and brown colt was so excited on the way up to his new home. He’d just been purchased from a Fluffmart! His new mummah, Diane, was the nicest person ever. She had promised him skettis and bought it on the way home. The smell of the delectable pasta was like Heaven.
“Your new name is Duncan.” Nice mummah told him, and the colt gave a happy wag of his tail.
“Ducken wub nyu namesie!” He chirruped, rushing inside the house as it the front door was opened for him. A horrible smell hit him like a wall. The place looked clean but it was one of the worst smells ever. It was like sickies, poopies, bad booboos. The fluffy gagged a bit, ducking his head down. “Nu smeww pwetty…”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it. That smell is money being made.” Diane set the takeout tray of spaghetti on the kitchen counter and nodded off to a bedroom. “There’s something I’d like you to see.”
Entering the bedroom, the smell only got worse. It was decay. A festering rot. Duncan had to try and hold his breath as he was led up to a closet, his new mummah opening it so he could get a good look inside.
Lucy was no more. Not dead but no longer resembling anything that could have a name. The entire closet was filled with a viscous slime, practically dripping with it. Spores drifted in the enclosed space, mold grew everywhere. The mare was so massively fat that the cart she used to be wheeled around on had broken and been left under her. It was hard to tell where her head even was unless you looked for the two eyes just barely about to squint past filth encrusted fur and fat folds. Rats had chewed her limbs, what remained of the tattered things dripped with pus. A massive pile of shit simply surrounded her, even to the point of having covered her back half. Her beloved television was on but there would be no making sense of what was happening on the screen: A thick layer of curdled vomit covered it and it could only make distorted sounds as FluffTV continued playing.
“Wuuaaaaa….” The pitiful wretch tried to communicate to the foal. It was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a long time. The pain and torture was pushed from her mind for a moment. Had mummah gotten her a baby after all? She was trying to tell him something.
“Wuaaa…wuaaaa!” It was impossible for her to communicate. A constant stream of acidic bile trickled out from the corner of the yawning gawp that was her mouth. Her esophagus was practically a roadmap of holes now from the constant vomiting.
Run away, babbeh! She wanted to say so badly. He was so pretty. This was not a pretty place. It was a bad place. Momma was the wowstest thing in the world.
“MUNSTAH! MUMMAH, DEWE AM MUNSTAH!” Duncan screeched and, very understandably, pissed all over the floor and his own hooves out of fear.
Diane nodded, bent down to soothe a hand over his smooth little head. “Yes. She didn’t eat all her nummies so she turned into that. A very ugly monster.”
BABBEH, WUN AWAY! The mare tried to project the sentiment with her eyes, bleating and sending a great blob of mucus and one of her remaining teeth down to the floor.
“Ducken wub nummies. Wub mummah. Pwease put munstah away. Huuhuu…”
So the door was closed on Lucy. She sat there in the darkness and the shit, listening as she was replaced. It was easy to hear them in the living room. Duncan excitedly prancing around and eating skettis at the encouragement of Diane.
He was so pretty. She didn’t want to imagine him becoming a munstah like her. Lucy had wanted to die for a long time now and only hoped it would be before he became like her.