Aaaaand part 2. Time for the shit we all came here for to start. Get the popcorn and the sorry sticks boys.
Your poopy place still has hurties but it’s not throbbing anymore where he struck it.
You lay there unmoving. Crying into the pillow Steve gave you. Whoever this man was he was definitely NOT your nyu Daddeh. He was a munstah.
After a while the bright ball starts going down. Bright time was coming to an end. Surely munstah Daddeh would let you inside the nice housie at darkie time.
Munstah Daddeh stands up from his rocking chair and yells.
“Alright! It’s getting dark. Inside time guys. Dinner time!”
Frosting prances into the house.
“Yay! Dis Dawkie tim am dessewt nite!”
You see the milkie mare with the talky babbeh walk towards the door. You get excited. Maybe now you can get some GOOD miwkies.
You stand up. Suddenly instead of going inside the stallion sits in front of you between you and the milkie mare. You lay back down.
Finally they all go in. You stand up and start following the stallion. Munstah daddeh’s leggy suddenly stands in front of you.
“Grease Ball! I told you. You stay outside. The yards fenced in. It’s not cold. You’re fine.”
This … What in fluffs name? He’s gonna leave you outside at darkie tim.
“CHEEP CHEEP CHEEHEEHEEP!”
You’re done playing around. You turn around and stick your poopy place directly at dummeh munstah Daddeh.
Aaaaand here we go. Sorry poopies. Seems grease Ball doesn’t realize that you’re a pro at this one.
Before he even has his rear cocked towards you you swoop and pick him up holding him upside down.
“CHEEP CHIRP!”
Greaseball squeals. The liquid excrement runs out of his putrid anus and down his stomach. It smears down his chin directly into his open and screaming mouth.
“Sorry poopies? I own four well behaved Fluffies and you think you can get me with sorry poopies? I should have named you Retard.”
God you’re really starting to regret keeping this thing. If it wasn’t for Sandy convincing you to keep it alive you’d have snapped it’s fat roll of a neck.
“Alright you stupid rat. Your punishment is you get to be covered in your own shit. You must like it considering this is your second shit related fiasco today.”
You drop grease Ball and walk back inside. Time to get some food and a some muffin bites for your good Fluffies. Rassberry is probably starving. You figure the foals will be here any day now. You’ve started to leave the safe room door and the door to your room open at night that way you can hear when it happens.
Despite his attitude you sit greaseball another bowl of foal formula outside for his dinner before going back inside.
You pour the kibble and put your Fluffies a couple muffin bites on top.
“DINNER TIME GUYS!”
You hear their little leathery hooves clomping on your hardwood floor to the kitchen.
“YAY! NUMMIES!”
Frosting yells.
“Cum on Speciaw fwen! Am Nummie tim gain!”
Moses says beckoning to rassberry who’s understandably lagging behind.
“Oh boy! Nu can wait foh Nummies! Am suuuu hungwy. Tummy babbehs am hungwy too. Dey kicking. Teehee.”
You feel a little tug on your pant leg. You look down to see blackberry.
“Daddeh steeb. Can bwackbewwy jus hab miwkies? Nu wike miwkie kibbwe. It nu taste pretty.”
He asks.
“Sorry buddy but we gotta get you weaned. You can’t drink milkies forever. Wanna end up like the big dummy baby outside?”
You ask. His eyes go wide.
“Nu! Nu wan be wike dumbeh big babbeh. Wiww twy ta Nummie kibbwe Daddeh steeb!”
The Fluffies lick their bowls clean. Excitedly eating the muffin bites first. You should have put them in the bottom of the bowl.
“Sweety Nummies am bestest Nummies Daddeh. Fwosin wub!”
She says.
Blackberry sits there looking pretty disappointed. He ate the muffin bite but only about a quarter of the Milky kibble.
" Sigh blackberry bud. Ya gotta start eating real food. You’re almost a big fluffy now. You can’t drink milkies forever."
You say.
“Bwackbewwy knu Daddeh steeb. It jus… Kibbwe nu taste pwetty. Eben miwkies nu taste weawy pwetty nu moh. Bwackbewwy nu knu wah do.”
Blackberry laments.
“Hmm… Maybe I should try a different kind of kibble.”
You say calmly. In truth you’ve never had this predicament. Sure most Fluffies preferred actual food to kibble but you’ve never had any foal reject the weaning process. If you can’t get him to eat soon you’re gonna have to take him to the vet.
After dinner you perform your nightly ritual of herding the Fluffies into their safe room and heading to bed yourself.
You hear rain against the tin roof of your house. It’s comforting. Of course summer storms always are. You finally start to drift off to sleep. Suddenly.
CRACK
A rather large clap of thunder shakes the house.
“CHEEP CHEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEP! CHIRP CHEEP SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
UUuugh. You’re never going to sleep with Greaseball yelling. You decide to go get him. He can spend the night in the bathtub.
HUUHUUHUUHUU you nu smeww pwetty. Why did munstah Daddeh give YOU sowwy poopies. You’re too little for sowwy poopies. If only mummah was here to give you lickey cleanies.
He didn’t even offer to give you a baffy this time. He just dropped you and gave your thinky pwace wowstest owies. Why does munstah Daddeh not love babbeh? You’re a good babbeh. Babbehs are for Huggies and love. Not hurties. Huuhuu.
A couple minutes of you laying down munstah Daddeh walks back outside with another bowl of icky miwkies and what looks like a small blankey… You’re getting a blankey? Oh boy! Maybe you judged too fast.
“Alright greaseball I’m not leaving you covered in shit but you’re not getting another bath. I’m gonna wipe you off with this wet washcloth.”
Suddenly munstah Daddeh takes the tiny blanket and starts giving you Petties. It’s weird because the blankey is wet but hey. It’s the closest thing to Huggies you’ve gotten since you got here. After he’s done you still smell poopies but your pretty yellow fluff isn’t brown anymore.
“Alright. There’s your dinner Greaseball. Night.”
Munstah Daddeh says closing the door.
You look at the bowl of icky miwkies. You don’t want it. Why do you have to dwinkie icky miwkies when there’s a perfectly good miwky mare right inside the pretty housie. This is an injustice. Babbehs need miwkies. REAL miwkies. As you contemplate this your tummy growls. Though you don’t want it. You reluctantly slurp up the bad miwkies.
Eventually the bright ball goes down. It’s darkie time. Atleast it’s not too hot anymore. You’re sticky from sweat. You try to give yourself licky cleanies but the sweat wawah doesn’t taste pretty. Finally with your tummy full you lay on your pillow and drift off to sleep.
Suddenly you hear something.
“Mummah wub babbeh
Babbeh wub mummah
Dwink wots ob miwkies.
Gwow big an Stwong!”
M… MUMMAH! You open your see places and see that you’re back in your old housie. It was all a scary sleepytime picture. Huuhuuhuu you’re so happy. You run towards mummah.
“MUMMAH MUMMAH! TAWD WUB OU!”
Did … you just… Talk?
“Gasp MUMMAH! TAWD AM FINAWY TAWKIE BABBEH! TAWD WUB MUMMAH!”
You’re a talky babbeh. You can’t believe it. Finally.
“DADDEH DADDEH CUM QUICK!!! TAWD AM TAWKY BABBEH!!!”
Mummah yells. Suddenly dummeh Daddeh and human mummah walk in.
“DADDEH! DADDEH! TAWD AM TAWKY BABBEH NAO!”
“I see that buddy. I love you so much. I see your mane is finally coming in too.”
Human mummah sits a mirror down and he’s right. You have a bright blue mane and pretty tail fluff. You smile and … TEEFIES!
“Huuhuuhuu babbeh hab biggest heawt happies! Am big fwuffy nao!”
You say as mummah gives you lickeys.
“That means you can eat real Nummies now buddy. Here’s a big bowl of the bestest skettis!”
Dummeh Daddeh sits down a bowl of sketti. You’ve always been jealous of mummah and the other babbehs getting sketti. Sketti miwkies tastes pretty but you’ve always wanted the real thing.
You take a big bite. It’s heavenly. It tastes like you just bit into perfection. Your tongue experiences nirvana in your talky place.
“HUUHUU deez am bestest Nummies evah Daddeh! Babbeh wub ou suu muchies!”
Mummah gives you Huggies.
“You know what being a big fluffy means right Tard?”
Daddeh says.
"Yes! It means babbehs can tawkies an hab skettis an mummahs wub fowevew and evew!*
You say.
“Heehee! No STUPID! It means you get a new daddy! Here he is now.”
Suddenly the door opens. Munstah Daddeh is there holding the sorry sticky. He looks at you and flashes a smile of sharp munstah teefies.
“Why HELLO GREASEBALL! Are you ready for WORSTEST HURTIES EVER!?!”
He says. Suddenly Daddeh punches you in the smeww pwace.
“NUU! NUUHUUHUUCHEEEEEP!.. Chirp? CHEEHEEHEEP!”
Your teefies are gone. All laying on the ground in front of you.
“Don’t need this either.”
Dumbeh Daddeh says ripping out your pretty mane and tail fluff.
“CHEEP! CHEEPCHEEPCHEEP!!!”
NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
YOU HAD IT! YOU WERE A TALKY BABBEH! YOU WERE FINALLY BIG! You don’t want to be a dummy chirpy babbeh no more. Why is it so bad? Buuhuuhuu!
“Aww don’t be sad Tard. Look. Your mummah has some nice wordies for you.”
You look over at mummah.
“DUMMEH BABBEH! MUMMAH HATECHU! HATECHU!”
Suddenly munstah Daddeh grabs you and smacks you with the sorry sticky. The minute he hits you you hear a big boom. You open your eyes waking up for real. A bright flash and a loud BOOM From the sky.
“SCREEEEE SCREE SCREEE SCREEEEEEEEE!”
You scream in both fear and sadness.
Suddenly the door opens. Munstah Daddeh walks out and picks you up. He’s taking you in the housie. He’s finally decided to be a real Daddeh and put you in the pretty and safe safe room. You don’t like the loud noisy and the sky wawah.
He walks past the nice saferoom and takes you back to the bathroom. You don’t need a baffy. You’re clean. He sits you in the tub and puts your pillow beside you.
“Alright. If you just shut up you can stay inside tonight. You shouldn’t be able to get out of the tub. Goodnight greaseball. Stay quiet or I’ll throw you back out.”
Munstah Daddeh says before walking off.
You’ve had enough of this. You’ve had enough of munstah Daddeh keeping you from all the pretty things that all Fluffies deserve. Especially you.
You gotta get out of the meanie bath tub. But how?
You look around. Nothing. Just baron white nothing. You stand on your slightly damp pillow looking around.
Looks like you’re gonna have to try and climb. You jump as high as your fat little leggies will go (3 centimeters) and put your front leggies over the top. You try and pull but it’s no use. You aren’t strong enough. You lay down in place. Laying like this is uncomfortable. You have to bend your back leggies to fit sideways in the tub… THATS IT!
You try again. Putting your front leggies over the top and using your back leggies to climb the other side of the tub. When you think you’re high enough you kick. springing off the side and… Landing face first on the hard tile floor.
Your smell place has hurties but you know you can’t yell. You have to stay quiet. You shed silent tears as you creep out of the room. You hear soft pretty music playing. You recognize it as the fluffy TV bedtime song that played in your old safe room. You decide to follow it.
You walk through the pretty housie. It’s dark but there’s just enough light to see. The pretty song gets louder and louder. Finally you see it. The door’s open. You walk inside and… And … It’s beautiful. Even in the dim light you see everything. Carpet that feels and looks like green grassies. Bright colorful blockies. Babbeh sized balls to play with. Nothing like the big scary ball that gave you scaredy poopies. Stuffy friends for Huggies laying everywhere. It even has pictures of cloudies on the sky blue walls And green glowing stars on the ceiling. It was perfect. All under the dim light of the giant TV with a picture of a sleeping fluffy on it.
You don’t even hear the other Fluffies slowly waking up and looking at you. The stallion stands in front of the Milky mare. Eyes trained on you. The mare with no milky places snuck by you as you admired the pretty toysies. You don’t care. You were in the pretty safe room. That’s all that matters. You immediately walk over and give bestest Huggies to a stuffy friend.
“Ou get way dummeh big babbeh. Ou no awowwed awound Mosees Speciaw fwen. Weav ow Mosees gib biggest huwties.”
You don’t pay attention. Dummeh stallion isn’t worth your time. You’re giving bestest Huggies.
You decide that you’re gonna play with the blockies next. They were always your second favorite toysie after stuffy friends. You sit on your haunches and right before you stack your first blockey you’re grabbed up again. Hard this time. It reminds you of how dummeh old Daddeh grabbed you earlier when he yanked you off of mummah.
“CHEEP CHIRP!”
You make scaredy peepees.
“UUUGH! Right on my fuckin feet. That’s it. I try to be nice to you but you’re a little ungrateful FUCK!”
He takes you out of the saferoom. NO! NO YOU MUNSTAH YOU HAD IT! YOU HAD IT ALL! ALL YOU WANTED WAS TO PLAY BLOCKIES! YOU DESERVE BLOCKIES! DESERVE BLOCKIIIIIIEEEEEES!!!
“CHEEP CHEEP CHIRP CHEEP!”
You scream. Why couldn’t you talk? This is so frustrating.
As he carries you out the no milky mare runs past you back in the saferoom.
“Am Otay fwens! Fwosin go get Daddeh! Daddeh take big babbeh away.”
She did it. She was your Judas. She deserves forever sleepies. FOREVER SLEEPIES! DUMMEH MARE CAN’T EVEN GIVE YOU MILK! DUMMEH! DUUMMMEEEEHH!
You’re thrown outside. Not on the porch though. Munstah Daddeh literally throws you out into the cold sky wawah.
“AND STAY OUT!”
He yells before slamming the door. You land on your back and have trouble flipping back up right. Mummah always flipped you when you fell on your back. You squirm in the mud finally managing to roll over up right. You immediately scurry back to the safety of the porch.
He forgot your pillow. How are you supposed to sleep without a soft sleepy place? You’re soaked and covered in icky mud. You want mummah. You want… No… You deserve miwkies. You deserve mummah. You decide that tomorrow that milky mare will be your nyu mummah. Stallion or no stallion.
The darkie time finally passes. You didn’t get any sleep. You tried to lick yourself dry but the mud tasted icky. You hear the other Fluffies inside. Galloping around and talking about brekkifast. Talking about good Nummies. You hear the black talky babbeh ask for just miwkies. Your miwkies. YOUR MIWKIES!
You’ve never been this angry in your life. With Mummah you had Huggies and love! You had toysies and miwkies! Now here you are stuck with munstah Daddeh and dummeh Fluffies. But no more. This bright time you make your stand.
~ 1 hour later ~
The bright ball is high in the sky. Munstah Daddeh brings you out a bowl of icky miwkies and your pillow.
“Alright. Now. I hope you learned something from last night. Next time it’ll be a lot worse than being wet and uncomfortable.”
He walks back inside. You don’t want icky miwkies. You don’t deserve icky miwkies. You are Tard and you are gonna get the real thing. Once dummeh Daddeh walks back in you knock the bowl off the porch. Spilling the icky miwkies on the ground.
~ 1 more hour later ~
The door opens. Finally. The no miwkies mare is first out. She’ll get hers eventually. You have a different prize this bright time.
The black talky babbeh follows yelling about playing Huggie tag with the no miwkies mare.
Next is the stallion.
“DADDEH MOSEES WAN PWAY HUGGIE TAG TU!”
He runs. Next is the miwkie mare. She waddles down the steps and lays in the same spot as yesterday sunning her fluff. Her miwkie pwaces hanging down. Dripping from being so full of precious miwkies. You can smell it from here. The stallion is occupied playing with the talky babbeh and the no miwkies mare. The only hitch in your plan is munstah Daddeh is on the porch too. He’d thwart any plan you had for miwkies.
Suddenly you hear a bell ring. Munstah Daddeh pulls a weird black flat blocky out of his pocket and puts it up to his hear place.
“Hey Sandy. Whatcha need babe?”
He walks inside.
Bingo.
You stand up while everyone is occupied. You stare at the friggin massive tiddies. Target aquired. You jump off the porch and dash towards milky mare.
Nothing will stop you. When they realize what you’re doing it’s already too late.
“EEK! GIT OFF BIG BABBEH! OU CWUSHIN TUMMEH BABBEHS! SPECIAW FWEN! MISTAH STEEB! HEEEEWP!!!”
Just like with Mummah you use your muscle (immense stores of greasy fat) to hold the miwkie mare down. Finally you start to suckle. It hits your tongue. Sweet ambrosia. Miwkies. Good miwkies. It’s almost orgasmic. Suddenly you feel big hurties in your side. It’s the stallion giving you sorry hoofsies.
“GIT OFF MOSEES SPECIAW FWEN DUMMEH BIG BABBEH!”
It hurts But you’re not giving up without a full tummy. Can’t these dummehs see that you NEED to dwinkie miwkies? You’re just a little babbeh!
You hear the dummeh talky babbeh say something but you don’t care.
Suddenly you feel a shockwave of pain on clean through your whole body.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEHEEEEE!!!”
Your name is blackberry. You live with your adoptive family. Your old mummah didn’t love you. She named you Nummie and was gonna eat you. Nice Daddeh steeb saved you and now you have a nyu mummah. A nyu mummah who’s being ATTACKED!
You run up to the big babbeh attacking your mummah
“Pweeaaase big babbeh! Git off mummah! She hab bwackbewwies bwuddas an sissies in hew tummie!”
You plead. You’re ignored. Daddeh Moses is giving big babbeh sowwy hoofsies but he’s still nothing. Auntie frosting ran into the housie to get Daddeh steeb.
You stare at this giant tub of lard as he attacks your nyu mummah. The only being thats ever showed you that kind of love. The one that kept you fed and happy. She was YOUR mummah. That was YOUR family this fat fuck is attacking. You see red. A rage builds in your small body. You notice little bastards puny special lumps. Even smaller than yours.
“UuurrRRRGHH! GET! OFF! MY! MUMMAH!”
With one
bite you rip a chunk out of his left testicle.
He stops and screams loudly. Than falls over landing beside your mummah holding his nonos.
This taste … Booboo juice… Meat… MEAT! It tastes so pretty. Prettier than any miwkies or kibbwe. Prettier than sketti AND sweetie Nummies.
You…you want MORE!
You hear commotion outside and tell Sandra you have to go. Suddenly frosting runs up to you.
“DADDEH DADDEH! MUNSTAH BIG BABBEH IS GIBIN WASSBEWWY HUWTIES!”
Oh fuck. Why the fuck did you leave them alone out there? That’s it. You’re killing the fucker. No one hurts your Fluffies. Retard or otherwise.
You walk outside just in time… The see blackberry bite one of greaseball’s micro balls off.
Tard falls over holding the only ball he has left. Suddenly it’s like a switch flicks. You see something change in blackberries eyes. He walks over and sinks his teeth into one of greaseball’s fat rolls.
“CHEEP CHEEEEEEEP!”
The blubber nugget gets up and starts running. Blackberry chasing screaming about “GUD NUMMIES! BABBEH NEE MOH!”
Well… That explains why he didn’t take to the kibble. You run over to rassberry.
“Hey! Rassberry! Are you ok?”
You ask.
“Huuhuu nu mistah steeb! Buuhuuhuu! Munstah big babbeh gib mummah biggest huwties!.. Wai…NU! NU BABBEHS! STAY IN TIWW MUNSTAH BIG BABBEH WEAVE! UUUURG BIGGEST POOPIES!”
Ah fuck. Of course. The stress induced labor. At least it’s actually time for the foals to come.
“Frosting! Moses! Front and center!”
The two stand in front of you.
“Moses your foals are coming. I’m gonna carry rassberry to the porch. You and frosting make sure greaseball does come anywhere near us. Got it!”
“Aye aye Daddeh! Fwosin wiww gauwd babbehs!”
Frosting says.
“If dummeh big munstah babbeh comes neaw Mosees babbehs Mosees gib fowevew sweepies!”
A violent threat from Moses but hey. The fucker just attacked his wife and unborn kids. It’s an appropriate response.
You gently lift rassberry up carrying her to the porch. You speed up because you already see a foals head peaking out. You lay rassberry down on greaseball’s pillow. Thank god you washed it this morning. Frosting and Moses sit on the steps watching greaseball run from blackberry.
“Huuhuuhuu huwwy babbehs. Mummah hab HUWTIES!”
The first foal comes out. A bright pink pegasus. Looks to be a female. Wow looking good so far.
Next up. A purple unicorn. Looks like a male.
“Ooooh. Cum on babbehs. Dis am biggest huwties!”
Rassberry says.
“Keep pushing girl. Two are already out.”
You say as the two newborns chirp beside you on the pillow.
A third. A yellow pegasus. Looks like another male.
Number four. A light blue earthy colt.
“Looks like that’s… Wait nope one more!”
A white ball pops out. You look at it closely. It’s a little white alicorn female. Jackpot. Looks like Moses and rassberry are now permanent residents of cassa Steve.
Moses runs over.
“BABBEHS! SPECIAW FWEN WE HAB BABBEHS! HUUHUUHUU MOSEES AM DADDEH GAIN!”
The now deflated mare and her special friend give the foals lickey cleanies. Placing them in turns on rassberries tits to feed. Looks like greaseball didn’t get much.
You leave them to their devices.
You have a big dumb baby to attend to. You find greaseball the corner of the yard trying to kick blackberry away. Blackberry takes bites out of greaseball’s legs as he kicks. You pick both of them up. Greaseball clings to you. You know he’s begging you to save him from the monster. You sit blackberry back down and look at greaseball. He stops chirping as he looks you in the eyes. For a brief minute he starts to smile. Knowing that you’ve saved him. You have had enough of this bastard. You bring your fist back and punch him between his putrid fucking eyes. He’s knocked out cold.
You wake up in a small dark room the last thing you remember is being chased by a munstah babbeh that nummed your… Oh no … NO! He nummed your widdwe Speciaw wump. You need your special lumps. You need them to have babbehs when you’re finally a big fluffy.
All of a sudden the lights come on.
You’re being carried by munstah Daddeh. He gave you wowstest smew place hurties. It still hurts. All you smell is booboo juice.
“Well greaseball I tried absolutely everything I could. Gave ya every chance. You’re just a bad fluffy.”
You look in front of you and see a decomposed skeletal fluffy with a small TV in front of him.
“Oops. Guess I forgot to get rid of him. Well that explains the high power bill.”
He pushes the dead fluffy off the table and slaps you down on it. Strapping down your widdwe weggies. You don’t like these bad Huggies. They give your weggies hurties.
“As far as Sandra knows I found you a nice home in the next county over. A loving old couple with a fluffy mare that would love to be your mummah… But oh no. You don’t deserve that. I already know what you’re gonna be you little retard.”
Retard… Retard … Something in your mind tells you that’s a bad wordie. But… Your name is in it… No… You finally put 2 and 2 together. Far too late. Your daddy named you Retard. He was calling you stupie and dummeh and you didn’t even know it. Your own mummah even… Buuhuuhuu.
“Anyways. Here’s a little friend.”
On the table in front of you he sits the munstah babbeh.
“CHEEP CHEEHEEHEEEP”
GET IT AWAY!
“Daddeh nu mad at bwackbewwy?”
He asks munstah Daddeh.
“Of course not kid. I should have known you were a carnivore fluffy. In fact your new job is to protect all the other Fluffies in the house. Your momma, Your daddy, Your aunty frosting, And all your new brothers and sisters.”
Munstah Daddeh says.
“Bwackbewwy PWOTEC famiwy! Num aww bad fwuffies who huwt famiwy!”
Munstah Daddeh laughs.
“Good boy. Now go get your fill. Just remember. No touching the organs. We’re keeping him alive.”
The munstah babbeh rushes towards you. Biting deep into your cheek.
“CHIRP CHEEHEEP!”
You scream.
“… Daddeh… Dummeh big babbeh scweams huwt babbehs heaw pwaces.”
Blackberry says.
“Oh I can fix that.”
Munstah Daddeh says with a grin.
He turns on a big bright metal thing. It gets really hot. You sweat again. The salt from the sweat stings your wounds. You scream again.
He sticks a big metal sticky in the bright thing. After a few minutes he pulls it out. It’s glowing red. You feel the heat from it.
Suddenly munstah opens your talky place with his not hoofsie.
“Seems you need a tonsillectomy greaseball. Allow me.”
He puts the hot metal rod in your throat. It hurts. It hurts so bad. SO BAD! SO MANY HUWTIES! You can smell the burning flesh as he rubs it around in your throat. You can hear the singe of meat hitting hot iron. Finally he pulls it out. You try to scream but all that comes out is a tiny squeak.
“Das Bettew. Fank ou Daddeh steeb. Babbeh wub ou!”
Munstah babbeh days before tearing back into your cheek. Huuhuuhuu the hurties. You don’t deserve this. YOU DONT DESERVE THIS! YOU’RE JUST A WIDDWE BABBEH FOR PETES SAKE! MUMMAH! MUMMAH HELP! HELP YOUR PRECIOUS SENSITIB BABBEH! I’M SORRY! IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
You let blackberry get his fill then cover greaseball’s wounds in that fluffy healing gel.
“Get used to it greaseball. This is your life now until your body finally gives out. With your lard I’m gonna have to give blackberry an antacid. Anyways you can keep using the DVD player. Toodles!”
You say as you close the door. You can hear the little fucker wheezing trying to beg. Fuck him. You and blackberry go home. It’s dinner time for your other Fluffies and you KNOW that rassberry is probably starving after everything.
~ 1 week later ~
Back at Larry’s house.
“I’m sorry I worked you so hard Jilly. The vet told me the reason you even had Tard was overbreeding. You get to take a break from babies for a while.”
You say to your fluffy Jilly.
“It am otay Daddeh. Now dat Tawd am nu hewe. Jiwwy see dat am bettah wike dis. Fank ou foh wetting jiwwy keep a nowmaw babbeh Daddeh. Jiwwy wub!”
She says holding up the pink and purple striped pegasus foal.
You plan on making her a breeder too once she gets old enough that way Jilly doesn’t have to stay pregnant all the time and can take a break.
“Anything for you kiddo. And guess what? Once your baby is old enough Daddy already got her her own little special friend!”
You’ve always rented a stud stallion for Jilly but you decided fuck them. The stallions are always stuck up little bastards and the owner always wants pick of the litter. You decided to buy a nice light blue fluffy colt off of a local breeder. You think the guys name was Steve.
All you gotta do is wait till he’s ready to be brought home. He’s only a week old as of now. With that shade of teal brought into the mix they should make valuable foals. You and your wife are so glad to be rid of the little retard but you gotta admit. You are curious to know what happened to him.
Blackberry leaves the litter box.
“Ahh. Gud poopies. Nao am pway tim! Gon gib babbeh bwuddas an Sissies Huggies!”
He walks away leaving a steaming pile of shit that’s full of half digested bright yellow fluff.
