Blake whistled a tune while he put the final touches on today’s game.
“Hoomin pwease wet mummah an’ babehs gu back tu hawd?” Lemon asked him.
She’d become a lot more pensive after he’d left her and her children in a closet. He hadn’t been completely heartless though. He’d left her some kibble in a pile, which her bestest babeh had promptly shat on.
There was a good portion of it left. It wasn’t the most foul thing a fluffy had left for him today. Nope, that particular position was held by the copious amounts of dried fluffy semen he’d had to scrub out of the carpet.
Boris had actually fallen asleep on top of Nova. When he had woken both of them up the first time, they’d gone right back to shagging. Blake would regret having stayed in the room for it if it hadn’t been so goddamn hilarious. It was like watching two drunks try to build a decent hot dog.
The other thing that was amusing was the current state Lemon was in. He hadn’t just left the food for her. He’d also put her into a fluffy onesie (minus assflap) that covered her teets. He’d told them that they’d all have to eat kibble like big fluffies. There were bite marks in the fabric around her breasts.
“Pwease nice mistuh. Mummah nu mean tu make nice mistah angwy. Pwease wet miwkie pwace ou’ su can feed babehs.”
The yellow foal looked like she wanted to say something but she kept quiet. She’d cussed out Blake as soon as he’d opened the door and Lemon had squeezed her to get her to stop. Blake hadn’t done anything else. Most of them were already covered in their own shit and Lemon’s muzzle was stained brown by the foul mix she’d had to eat.
There was a red trickle around the blue one’s mouth. It was probably from trying to eat the kibble. Blake hoped he’d at least gotten a little down.
The yellow one’s stomach was making noises. She hadn’t caved.
The red one… seemed catatonic. Blake snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. The foal blinked and then looked around. “Oh, it bwight time ‘gain.” Seriously what the hell was up with this one?
Blake hadn’t thought about it but the red foal was the only one with a horn. He checked its back. Not so much as a bump. “So I guess we can rule out secret alicorn.”
Blake looked down at all the foals, then back to Lemon.
“Why don’t they have names yet?”
“Bubbews say nu namsie untiw babeh eat gwassie nummies.” Blake wondered if this was something like what humans used to do. People would wait for their children to make it out of infancy before naming them to save themselves the grief. It seemed too smart for Bubbles. Still, Blake saw an opportunity.
He pointed to the red one. “Your new name is Comet.” Comet didn’t react.
He pointed to the blue one. “Your name Ghoul.” Ghoul smiled and his eyes lit up.
He pointed to the Yellow foal.
“Nu wan dummeh hoomin name!” She shouted.
“M-mummah wiww name bestest ba-“
“Custard.” Blake said, cutting her off. “Your name is Custard.”
The yellow foal puffed her cheeks. “Custawd nu wan’ dummeh hoomin name!” Her siblings and Lemon looked at her in shock. She maintained her glare on Blake.
“Dat am… dat am pwettie name.” Lemon said with a hint or reluctance. “Babeh am Custawd.”
Custard turned on her mother. “Tank ou mummah, wub namesie!”
Comet looked at her and blinked. He looked back to Blake and shook his head.
Blake returned the gesture. “Glad that’s all sorted. Now we can move onto the fun part.”
“Come’ hab nummies fiws’?” Comet asked him. Ghoul tapped him lightly in what looked like an attempt to get him to stop.
Lemon spoke up. “Nice mistuh wet Wemon miwkie pwace gu su can feed babeh?”
“Nope, and if I catch you giving them any I’m gonna cut your miwkie pwaces off.”
“Bu- Babeh nee’ miwkies tu-“
“They’ve been old enough for awhile. You’ve been spoiling them because my yard is full of food. That’s how you get bad babies.” He pointed specifically at Custard. She spat back at him.
“Babehs nu am bad!” Her defiance returned.
Blake rolled his eyes and grabbed the food dish. He washed it, dried it, and filled it with some more kibble and kindly dumped some water on it to soften it up. After letting it sit a moment he drained the water and set the concoction between Comet and Ghoul.
Comet proceeded to eat the food with a mechanical indifference. Custard glared until her stomach gurgled again. Eventually she gave in and started eating the food. To Blake’s surprise she wasn’t complaining and her tail was actually wagging as she scarfed it down. ‘Probably something about even dog shit tasting good if you’re hungry enough.’
Ghoul was the last hold out and even he bent down. He seemed nervous until he actually bit into it, then he ate like the other two.
As they finished Blake took the bowl back and put it in the sink. Lemon looked sad as she stared at her foals. She poked at her useless teets under the onesie.
“Tank ou foh sof’ nummies nice mistuh.” Ghoul said to him. Blake reached down and pet him gently.
“So now that you’re all fed, we can play a new game.” The foals all gave an involuntary reaction of joy. Lemon didn’t.
“Nu wike hoomin game.” Lemon muttered.
“Dummeh hoomin! Custawd nu pway dummeh game!” Her tail was still wagging happily as she said it.
“Apple, Bubbles, sketti, pway, heck even the word “game.” I don’t suppose you know what the word forfeit means?”
“What am fowfit?” Comet asked.
“Oh it’s simple…” Blake snatched Custard and grabbed one of the many cups of water he’d prepared. “What does lose mean? Ghoul?”
“Wose am tu pway game bad…”
“Excellent. Comet, do you know what punish, or punishment means.”
“Nu.”
There was something of a shock.
“It’s what we call it when we use a sorry box or a sorry stick. It’s a very bad thing. Ah, “sorry” seems to be your word for it.” Blake held Custard above the water as the fluffy squirmed.
“Nu hawt bestest babeh!” Lemon shouted at him. He turned to look at her while keeping Custard in place.
“Do you know what Japan is?” He asked her.
She stared at him confused. Blake was once again conflicted about how to progress the conversation. “No, hang on. Comet, what is the USA?”
“Nu know.”
“United States?”
“Nu know.”
“Nebraska?”
“…Dat am pwace.” It understood states but not the country at large? Interesting.
“New Jersey.”
“Pwace.” Blake wondered how specific he could get.
“…Cleaveland.”
“Nu know.”
“Calgari?”
“Nu know.”
“Toronto.”
“Nu know.”
“Tokyo?”
“Nu know.”
“Hmmmmmmm…… well anyway. In many places but in a place called Japan specifically, they have this concept called a “punishment game.” In your case you can think of it as a “sorry game.”"
Lemon and Ghoul reacted to the word. Fluffies had a habit of combining what few words they knew into unique concepts. Seemed Blake could do the same in a pinch.
“When you lose I’m going to make you play a sorry game.”
“Pway sowwy game!?” Lemon was staring at him in horror. Blake had definitely achieved the desired effect.
“Yup, which brings me back to what the word “forfeit” means. Forfeit means you lose because you didn’t play my game. And since that means you lose.”
“Sowwy game.” Comet said.
“Very good. Now, little Custard here decided not to play my game. So her sorry game is going to be… diving lessons.” Blake thrust the foal’s head under the water. Lemon screamed and Ghoul hid his eyes. Comet gave a Blake an odd look.
He let her out of the water. She hacked and coughed.
“Nu am gud game. Dummeh hoomin make bad game.” Comet said sounding annoyed. Blake had wondered how good this fluffies intelligence was but it still lacked an appropriate fear of him. Blake wondered if that would change with some punishment. “Dummeh hoomin nu gibe Custawd dummeh sowwy game. Nu faiw.” Custard added.
“If she plays my real game she doesn’t have to play this dummeh game, but dummeh fwuffies must play dummeh games.” Blake tried.
This seemed to pacify him somewhat. “Custawd sissy, pway uddah hoomin game. Pwobabwy bettah.” Comet looked back to Blake. “We pway cuppie game. Wook fun. Come’ bettah dan uddah fwuffies.”
Custard interjected speaking between coughs. “Shu’ up dummeh nu wan-“ Blake held her down under the water.
“Something different today, but we’ll play that game sometime.” Comet looked irritated again.
Blake lifted Custard out of the water. “Keep going, we can keep playing the sowwy game until you can’t play any games ever again.”
“Custawd wiww pway! Wiww pway!” She shouted while hacking up water.
“There we go.” Blake said as he set her on the table. He resumed his work of setting up the game.
———
All four fluffies sat on the roulette table. The three foals were all in large clear jars glued to a wooden base. This would keep their mother from tipping them over. The mother was allowed to roam, now free of her onesie but she kept close to Custard’s cage. On the table were 30 6oz cups of water. A box of thumbtacks sat next to them.
The roulette was set up with 6 different wedges. Yellow with crudely painted purple stripes, solid yellow, red, blue, brown, and black.
“Okay, so here’s how this game works, I’m going to have Lemon here spin the wheel.” Blake nudged one of the nubs and wheel turned. After a bit he let the wheel slow. “When it stops it’ll be pointing to one of these things.” He pointed to the wedge. “I’ve made them a color for each of you. Whoever’s color it points to gets 1 cup of water.” He let the wheel stop and it landed on yellow. (2)
Blake picked up the cup and held it over Custard’s jar.
Lemon opened her mouth. “Nu mowe wawa foh bestest-“ Blake clamped a hand down on her snout.
“Custard. You will call her custard and if you say bestest babeh again I’ll…” Blake set the water down and grabbed a thumb tack from the case. “put one of these in you.” She shook under his grip. He let go of her muzzle.
“Nu mowe wawa foh Be-Custawd.” She corrected herself.
“That’s where you come in. If you want, instead of that you can drink it.”
“Hoomin nu gibe Ba- Custawd wawa if Wemon dwink meanie wawa? Dat am easy!”
“Maybe the first few times… If you throw up er… what do you idiots call it… Ah, make sickie wawa at any point I won’t let you drink the water anymore.”
She stared at him dumbly.
“There are more rules but we’ll just let you get used to this first. Oh, but if you land here…” Blake pointed to the Yellow and purple wedge. “I’ll dump out one of the waters, but I’ll stick you with one of the pointy munstahs. Good luck.” Blake motioned her toward the wheel.
Lemon waddled and after a few moments of figuring out the device in her head she got it to spin. Blake peddled and allowed the wheel to go naturally. Eventually it stopped on the blue wedge. (3)
“Well Lemon, that’s Ghoul’s color. Do I give him the water or will you drink it.”
“Dun wowwy, Gowl, mummah dwink meenie wawa.”
Blake empties the water into specially made bottle for fluffies. It had a straw and would ensure she would drink it down to basically nothing. It was easy for her but like everything involving fluffies, it took too long.
“1 down, 29 to go.” Blake said glibly.
Lemon returned to the wheel and gave it another spin. The wheel slowed, moving past red into brown. Lemon seemed confused. (5)
“Well now, seems we’ve landed on Willow.”
“Dat am dummeh poopie babeh.” Custard said from her cage.
“Yup. Every time you land on hers…” Blake pulled out a bottle of fluff-co brand pepper spray. It was a much less harsh version of the real thing. One spray would be uncomfortable, two would sting, and by around 7 the bottle warned that it could result in permanent vision damage or loss of sight entirely.
He sprayed her face with it.
“Hu-Skreeeeeeee!” She let out a loud screech as she tried to clear the liquid from her face. Blake let her writhe.
“Mummah? Wha’ wong mummah?” Ghoul yelled from his cage.
“Pwease hewp mummah! See pwaces hawt!” Blake dumped one of the cups of water. When he finished he grabbed her scruff.
“Don’t care, next round.”
“Nu! nee’ huggies and-“
Blake struck the sorry stick on the table. “I’ll punish you if you don’t spin the wheel again. Deal with it.”
To Blake’s surprise she trudged back to the wheel. (L18) Her eyes were red and looked irritated. Tears were streaking down her face.
Lemon spun the wheel again. Blake pumped a few times and let the wheel turn. It slowed and stopped on the black wedge (6).
“Good job. Black means you don’t have to deal with any of the bad stuff.” Blake dumped another cup down the sink. He was set to spin the wheel again but was interrupted.
“Nu wike game.” Comet said from his jar. “Nu faiw.”
“How is it not fair?”
“Spinny ting du what wan. Nu faiw.”
“Oh I see, not a fan of luck based games huh? Don’t worry, if we get far enough it gets a little better. Just wait.” He seemed less trusting of Blake’s words than before. From his perspective it must have seemed like Blake made more bad games than good. It was too bad they were already in the middle of it. If he’d predicted this he would have picked a more palpable game. The noise of the wheel grabbed his attention.
Lemon spun again. Blake almost missed a chance to pump the wheel. The wheel landed on black again.(6)
“Lucky lucky.” Blake poured out another cup.
Lemon turned it again. This time it came up blue. “More water? Or should I give it to Ghoul?”
“Wan’ wawa.” She replied
Blake transferred the water to Lemon’s bottle, then set it down. Once again the mare drank, but this time she stopped halfway “Tummie pwace nu wan’ wawa.” (L2)
“Hmmmm… I hadn’t actually thought about you just giving up halfway. That’s fine.” Blake took the bottle away and dumped the rest into Ghoul’s jar.
“Ghaaaa!” He’d intentionally dumped it on top of the foal. Ghoul thrashed, trying to get away only to discover that a thin lair of water was touching far up his shins no matter where he went.
“Nu wike! Nu wike!” He shouted before coming to a stop.
“Babeh!” Lemon shouted as she ran up to the glass. “Nu mowe wawa, wiww dwink!”
“Too late for that now. Do a better job next time.” Blake had prepared the jars specifically for this and by his estimates the foals could handle 4 full cups before they became completely submerged, though he had other options prepared for them to avoid death.
On the outside, the game seemed unfair to the foals, but really it was Lemon who was the least likely to survive to the end.
“Spin.” Blake commanded.
“Nu!”
Blake raised the sorry stick. Lemon closed her eyes but readied herself. Blake sighed. “Spin or I take your babeh’s weggies.”
“Nu!” She said in a more pleading tone.
“Play until we’re done or I take all their legs and drown you.” Blake couldn’t action the threat but he figured this was the right button to push. Eventually her stare broke and her eyes cast downward.
She wandered back to the start.
“25 to go.” Blake told her, more for himself than for them. He could have just counted the cups but this was a good way to help him keep pace. He might want to squeeze her a little harder if it got too close to the end and she wasn’t sufficiently miserable.
The wheel was spun again and eventually stopped on the brown wedge (5). Before Lemon could look away, Blake sprayed her face again.
“I doubt fluffies are familiar with the idea of poetic justice, but you can think of this as punishment for being a crappy mother to your unwanted foal. Pretty soon you won’t be able to tell a pretty baby from an ugly poopie baby.”
She was on the ground desperately trying to rub off the spray. This was probably worsening the irritation in her eyes. Her nose was running as well. Blake wondered how she’d react if he shot the spray directly into her nose. That would probably be cheating.
“Next round.”
Half blind she made her way back to the wheel and spun. This time, red came up.
“Comet this time. So should I give him the water or will you drink?
“Mummah dwink…” She said. (L18) She walked over and started sipping the liquid. Not far in, something caught in her throat and she started hacking violently. (L4) No spit came out but she ceased her attempt only having emptied a few sips of it.
“Counting that as a loss.” Blake turned to Comet. “You’re up buddy. Do you want me to dump this water in your jar or should I give your mother two meenie pointy munstahs?” He pulled the tacks out and showed them to the foal.
He looked over to his blue brother. “Nu wan wawa, but nu am bad yet.” He replied.
Blake was stared at him in confusion. He’d had this little bastard pegged as a sociopath.
“Well you don’t have to get wet at all.” He offered, hoping to appeal to its selfish side.
“Wots ob wounds weft. Nu wan make mummah sad eawwy.” There was no concern in his voice.
“Sure…” Blake dumped the water in his jar. He seemed surprised when it filled past his brother’s.
“Too much wawa!” Comet yelled. He looked positively terrified.
“This is what she didn’t drink.” He seemed upset but didn’t argue. Blake finished the task and turned his attention back to Lemon.
“Next.”
Lemon seemed to have recovered a bit from the spray. She nudged the roulette. It landed on yellow. (2) Custard.
“That’s Custard’s.” Blake said. He started to prepare the bottle. He could already tell what she was going to say.
“Bestest Babeh!” Lemon yelled. (L7) He stopped.
Blake reached down and grabbed a tack shoving into her side just above her left flank. He felt only a little resistance. He didn’t know fluffy anatomy sufficient to know if he’d risked nicking an organ. That was part of the fun after all.
“Skreeeeee!” She yelled. He released the tack and she ran around the table kicking her hooves. When the shock of it all died down she stopped running. She turned to face the tack and the moment she reached to pull it out Blake grabbed her head wrenching it back.
“If you pull that out, I’ll put two more in. You do not say “bestest babeh” anymore.” He shoved her head into the table as he released her.
Blake slid the bottle in front of her. “Drink, or it goes to your baby.”
She gave Blake an angry look but took to her task. Her favoritism won out. She drank the whole thing with little trouble. (d20) “Nu wawa foh Custawd.”
“For now.” Blake replied. “22 left.”
Lemon marched back to the roulette and spun the wheel. The roulette stopped at yellow and purple. (1)
“Oh boy, you picked yourself?” Blake said with a genuine mirth. He grabbed a second tack and held it up in front of her. She backed away from him slowly.
“That’s right! Another pointy fwend!” With a swift motion he jammed the tack in a bit higher than the last.
“Skreeeeeee!” She thrashed under his hand. This time he used the tack to hold her in place. Eventually she stopped trying to flee and just remained in place while shaking.
“Huu huu, nu mowe pointy munstahs!”
“Not likely. Spin better.”
She was a pretty pathetic sight and they were only just under a third of the way through. Still, when he motioned to the roulette, she obeyed again.
The spinner landed on brown. (5) Lemon shut her eye tight this time.
“Open your eyes lemon.”
“Nu! Nu wan meenie wawa in see pwaces ‘gain!” She was covering her face completely now. Blake considered his options.
“Oh no, Custard!” Blake said with fake concern. The second she lifted her head up to check on the foal he sprayed her eyes. She must have been sucking in air at the same time because instead of a scream she let out a coughing fit. Blake could hear the attempted sobbing between breaths.
Blake waited for her to devolve into regular sobbing. He saw that her eyes were now completely inflamed. They were bulging a little.
“Congratulations, you’re officially 1/3rd of the way through.”
If she had wanted to say something it hadn’t come out. It seemed that all she was able to do at the moment was look at the wheel that would make the next few moments of her life agonizing and terrible.
