Hernandez family: To much free time pt.1 (7svendye)

Sometimes kids have a lot of free time on their hands and with that free time they often do dumb and stupid stuff let it be doing activities that lead to their injuries or just doing stupid experiments because they have too much free time on their hands.

Jaime Hernandez and his friend Chase Brooksfeild have too much free time on their 13-year-old hands.

Jaime was a 13-year-old boy of Hispanic descent and a lot of the time his family and friends claimed that he had a baby face which is often weird considering the kid wore a lot of baggy clothes and a blue hoodie that always seemed to be glued to him.

His Friend Chase was of Italian descent and was ginger meaning that he had red curly hair and freckles but he often hid his hair underneath the baseball cap and like Jaime, he wore a lot of baggy clothes but instead of a hoodie he wore a zipped-up jacket they were an odd pair, to say the least.

The Duo we’re heading to the local Fluffy Mart, per the instructions of Jaime’s father Cesar Hernandez that they were to purchase any foals Within the last chance bin.

Now dear readers before you go assuming that these boys are your typical Rowdy preteens who enjoy inflicting pain on fluffies well they aren’t like that on the case of Jaime he’s not like that his buddy Chase though he merely abuses fluffies usually the bad temper ones especially Smarties as a means to deal with his bent up aggression something that was given to him by his father before he went to jail.

Jaime was a kid who saw both the good and the bad when it comes to fluffies and understood that the people who made them were just greedy assholes who played God and didn’t take account of what they made and PETA was no different since they release these man-made animals into the world.

You know it’s kind of funny his grandpa often warned him that these crazy Gringos would do something that would land them in hot water and he was right the once animal rights organization was now labeled as an eco-terrorist group

Going back on topic the boys were heading to the fluffy Mart to acquire the last chance foals, some that would go to his father for his research, while he and his friend were to dispose of the rest.

“So man how goes your dad’s Research into fluffies I mean my mom often says that his work is kind of a lost cause and although I think your dad’s research can help…it’s just…that well it’s kind of a waste of time don’t you think?”

“I mean sure it does look like, my dad’s wasting his time but, you got to remember he’s a veterinarian, and although a lot of his colleagues don’t like the fact that he treats fluffies he kind of feels bad for them considering that in his own words, ‘they were brought into a world that they had no real knowledge of and they were made by a group of people who only wanted money and let go by a delusional group of people who didn’t know what they were’ or something like that?”

“God your dad is such a nerd but he’s an awesome one I’ll give him that”

peep cheep peep cheep

Jaime and Chase’s conversation is interrupted by the sound of peeping and chirping

In Jaime’s baggy pocket was the fattest foal there was.

ladies and gentlemen this is an SBS foal or sensitive baby syndrome foal and while many of them often live terrible lives this particular fluffy with red fluff and no teeth was named Horchata and is the pet of Jaime Hernandez

“Hey there little Gordito, I see you’re awake from your nap and yeah Dad’s sending you, me, and Chase on a little errand, don’t worry buddy when this is all over I’ll give you some Mash apples how’s that sound?”

Horchata looked up at his daddy although he couldn’t stand a lot of words he understood that his daddy often helps his daddy with something called work which his little poo brain mind couldn’t comprehend the idea of work, but he did understand what his Daddy and his daddy’s daddy did was very important.

So little Horchata could only reply to his daddy with a series of happy chirps and peeps and wave his little leggies around acknowledging his daddy’s word

peep peep peep…Buv…cheep

“hehe, You’re doing better everyday little Gordito”

Horchata was a gift from Jaime’s father to him as a means to teach him the ideas of responsibility and Tolerance.

Horchata was also a success story for his father as he proved to his colleagues that an SBS foal could be taught and did not need to rely solely on milk although the little guy was chubby it wasn’t due to all the milk that he drank…well some of it was but it was also due to the fact of some of the preservatives found within baby food.

At first, he didn’t like the little guy but over time he began to warm up to him and all little Horchata ever wanted was just to be by his little daddy and thanks to His father’s treatments and some of the hormone injections little Horchata was able to say some words in his own language and that was good enough for him and Jaime.

“So what kind of haul do you think the fluffmart is going to have for us this week?”

“I don’t know Hermano, but what I do know is that my dad needs some of them for his research something, about what’s been going on with feral Mare and former domestics kidnapping babbies or something?”

“Oh yeah didn’t you say that a crazy Mare tried to kidnap Horchita a while back, but she couldn’t get him through the fence because he was too fat or something?”

“Yeah man I’ll tell you something, I’ve never killed a fluffy ever but then and there I was ready to bash the thing head open if it meant that I could protect my little buddy here”

Jaime could still remember a high-pitched scream and cries of little Horchata and the begging and pleading of the crazy Mare who tried to calm him down

He saw red that day and he remembered chasing after the mare who tried to pull the little foal out of the fence with her and he’s never been so thankful for his little buddy being so fat to fit

By sheer luck, Horchata got out of that situation with nothing but scrapes and a bruise had his dad not stepped in and stopped him from killing the crazy bitch by using his tranq gun and he was glad that his pet was not seriously injured that day and although he often questions his father on certain actions he questioned why he didn’t want to put down the crazy Mare.

His father simply replied

“Research purposes and that she was a perfect candidate for his research”

All Jaime knew was that he didn’t want the crazy thing near his buddy again and he didn’t care for whatever happened to her in the long run


You are a baby, a fluffy baby, but you are not an Ordinary baby, you are a smarty-baby, which means that you are the best at everything.

Unfortunately, though your dummy mama kept on telling you you were not a smarty baby and kept telling you to be a good baby.

That was such a dummy thing to say you are a good baby, you are the bestest baby.

You didn’t understand why the dummy humans took you away from your mama, well you didn’t care now, your mama was a dummy and the humans that were also taking care of you were dummies as well you were the best at everything you’ll get a new mama or daddy and show them that you’re the bestest smarty baby there is

You’re brought out of your musings when you see one of the other foals playing with your ball and that got you really angry why was this dummy poopy fluffy playing with your ball you’re the bestest smarty baby, only bestest smarty babies get all the good toys all this poopy baby deserved was to have sorry poopies.

“Dummy, poopie babbeh, you no way wit smarty toysies, all toysies bewong to smarty”

“Bu, babbeh am pway wit baw, nice wady say dat babbehs am spose to sharsies baw”

What a dummy thing to say all the toysies in the bin belong to you after all you are a smarty And so you decide to reply to the dummy poopy baby by giving him sorry hoofises

“Owie, huhu, why fwiend gib babbeh sowy hoffies, babbeh am good babbeh”

“Dummy, poopie fwuffy, you no am smarty fwiend, aw poopie babbeh am good fo nummie poopies”

Before you could give him another smack you’re suddenly stopped and picked up by your tail

“NU, bad upsie, bad upsie!?!?!”

It was one of the dummy humans who had a very mean look on his face as he stared deep into your see places with his

“Like your one to talk you little poop machine no one’s going to want you with your crappy attitude and besides that, you’re a boy with pink fluff who would want a boy who’s pink?”

The dummy human’s words give you the biggest heart hurties and even though you’re a smarty the one thing that you hate about yourself is the fact that you’re pink, in fact a lot of the other dummy babies make fun of you because of your pink fluff don’t any of these dummies understand you are smarty, you are the best at everything

You’re brought out of your thoughts when the sound of jingling catches your hear place and from the door to two little humans walk into the shelter.

“Hey Ted, how’s business?”

“Hey Jaime, hey Chase same old same old, I’m dealing with a baby who calls himself smarty and thinks that he doesn’t have to follow the rules well it’s the reason why he’s in the last chance bin, and why he’ll never get a nice mama or Daddy because of his crappy ATTITUDE!?!?!”

The dummy human yells this at you and hurts your hear places

“AM BETEST SMARTY, SMARTY GET’S TOYSIES, SKETTIES, WARM HOUSIES…AN…AN…”

“Yeah yeah I’ve heard it before you little crap machine”

You turn your attention away from the dummy human and began to look at the little humans you’ll show them that you’re the bestest smarty baby that you deserve skettes and all the toys that they have after all you’re a Smartie


Jaime looked down upon the last chance bin and my God where the foals in this Bin were really sad-looking.

“pwase wittle mister, be new daddeh, wook, am dancie babbeh fo new daddeh”

The so-called dancing baby was considered an ugly foal since he had puke green fluff and red polka dots that clashed with one another and although the little guy was an ugly colored baby his attitude seemed pretty decent perfect for his dad’s experiment.

“ho wo, am fubby, wan pway”

In the pen was another foal and although the little guy’s color was nice being a mix of white and purple he was in the last chance pen since he was derp and went from what Jaime could tell about the little guy something knocked his horn into his head because his horn was nothing more than a little nub

“Pick, pwetty, bestest babby, no am ugwy, wike poopie babbeh an nu am dummy wike, dummy babbeh”

Next to the derp foal was a extremely obese foal, a bestest baby and although your dad often helps bestest babies with getting out of that spoiled attitude this one was in here for a reason no doubt that self-boasting was the reason he was in the last chance pen

“wan die…wan die…wan die…”

In the back corner was a foal no doubt another Pegasus with black fluff, unfortunately though the little guy’s horn was broken and all his leggies looked like they were removed and for Jaime running through his mind there was no doubt that this little guy ended up in the shelter since he may have had an abusive owner and as much as he trusted his dad to help any fluffy he knew that it was beyond even his power to help those who enter the loop.

This particular foal would not be welcomed into his father’s research and as much as he tries his best to help fluffies get out of the “Wan-die” Loop he knows that no matter how much he tries it would be a lost cause and the best thing to do with this particular fluffy is to put it out of its misery

“Dummy, Huhman, you, pick smarty, smarty am bestest smarty”

Of course every once in a while within a fluffy Mart they often have to deal with the self-proclaimed smarty And with this particular smarty no doubt the guy has an inferiority complex since he has pink fluff and considering that Ted was laying into this fluffy a while ago

“You know the usual song and dance Ted, we will take the whole last chance pen”

“No problemo man and hey Chase tell your mom I said hi”

“Yeah, Yeah”

As usual, Jaime pays the usual amount of money that his father provides him $100 and although it seems excessive to Jaime’s father money is no object and sometimes he asks Jaime to make sure that the money goes into the funding of the shelter to make sure that they have all the necessary equipment and proper food to feed all the ferals that at times end up in there

“Weawy, nice wittle human take poopie babbeh, YAY, poopie babbeh do bestest dancie for new daddeh’s”

“wub”

“Bestest babbeh wan sketties now!!!”

“Smarty get sketties firs!!!”

“wan die…wan die…wan die…”

All the babies were very happy over the fact that they were all getting a new home well unknown to them some of them are getting a new home well…the others will have to be disposed of


“I will never understand Ted’s obsession with my mom”

“Well to be fair your mom is kind of hot”

Chase responds to his friends comment by giving him a charlie horse

“OW…dick”

“Huhu, pwease new daddies wet babbeh ou”

“smarty nu wike sowwy box”

The Duo look at the pet carrier that was provided to them by Ted and so the boys begin contemplating of their disposal method of The Unwanted foals that were not needed for Jaime’s father’s reserch

“hmmmm…Jaime buddy we’re going to need a liter of diet cola and some Mentos”

“Dude…why do your disposal methods have to be so messy?”

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I hate sbs foals,but… Horchata is a beautiful name,so I have mixed feelings.

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he’s a good boy

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But for the color of the foal “Jamaica” its a better name :face_with_hand_over_mouth:

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