Caesar was a light yellow Pegasus with a pink mane and teal eyes. His old daddy was disappointed he was a colt. Saying something about being worth more as a filly. He said he would try to breed him to get fillies that looked just like him. Caesar always thought that was silly. He thought he waz perfect and handsome. A filly looking like him would just be a waste of his good looks.
When Caesar was old enough he was mated to three legless mares for the best chances of the desired foal. One even looked like him with brighter colors. He disappointed his old daddy again. None of the fillies looked him. Only one colt. Old daddy said he would try again with the colt.
Caesarâs old daddy ordered one of his dummy humans to take him and the other rejects to try out their new water cremation machine. The dummy human defied old daddyâs orders and set them free in the woods outside the city.
After a hard winter of learning to survive. Caesar, four of the prettiest mares, and two stallions that became his toughies had formed a herd. The others had died from starvation, the elements, wildlife, or Caesars punishments for defying him.
The remaining stallions had picked the prettiest three of the four mares to be their first special friend. The fourth mare had became their enfie mare. She hadnât been the first to be chosen. She was just the last one to survive.
Caesarâs herd grew with other fluffies joining and the birth of foals. The fluffies that were fixed were their herdâs slaves. They cleaned after, bathed, gathered food, raped and done any other task the breeders didnât want to do. To get them that way, they were raped, starved, insulted and beating to the edge of the want die loop. Some never broke and ended up dying. The ones that died got humiliated farther by their corpses being raped, shit on and than devoured by the slaves.
Caesar one day got the bright idea to go into the city. He craved to taste of good human nummies. He thought with his numbers he could take over the city and the human would bow down serve him.
Caesar learned quickly he was wrong.
Caesar lost half his herd to the trash nummies that smelled like sketties. He was grateful he had let the slaves eat first. Watching his slaves die an agonizing death from those trash bags for the fifth time taught him they were deadly. He learned to parsley lesson later that week.
A month into living in the city he met the exterminators. Because of their numbers, Caesar got away with sixteen members of his herd. Four slaves, four toughies, six mares, and two sub adults. One being Caesarâs son and the other being his future forth special friend.
They ran to the little woodland area between the city and the suburbs. It didnât have much, but it had enough for them to regroup and get their strength back.
Caesar found a place for them to stay hidden from the humans for the time being. He needed to bring his numbers back up and take over a smaller area first. He needed time to think.
After getting back the weight they had lost while they lived in the city and getting all the mares that could knocked up. He sent out his male nummie finder and toughies to the suburbs to find the biggest back yard to take over.
The youngest toughie walked into Caesarâs nest to find him laying back getting no-no lickies from one of the slave mares. The other two were tending to his three pregnant special friends. The fourth future one day in a corner with a broken look on her face. It was well known she didnât want to be Caesarâs fourth special friend, but she had to. If she didnât, she would be forced into endless breeding and watching her foals be murder in front of her in the worse ways possible. She seen it happen. The stallions got any special friend they wanted unless she belonged to Caesar or The head toughies.
The young toughie tried not to vomit. He was leaving when he heard the Caesar cry out âGud feews.â
âWhy toughie weabing?â Smarty laughed. âNu-nu wicky nu am bad thinâ to watch.â
The toughie turned back to see the mare licking up Caesarsâs no-no juice. He fought not to gag. âSmawty, found wand foâ smawty, hab dummeh pwetty mawe dewe.â
âGud, hooman know how to sewbe fwuffie awweady.â Caesar got up. âSmawty anâ hewd take wand next bwite time.â He mounted the mare. âNum fiww, get gud feews, anâ sweepies.â
The toughie left and throw up in the good poopies place. He couldnât eat. Sex held no interest for him. He went to his nest and went to sleep. He hope everything went as planned.
