Clint had made it back to his home in one piece. The Fluffy Vic-… Family… Was excited to see their new home. Clint walked past the office and past the safe-room, heading straight for the Sorry-Room. The Family was set down onto the floor, and their Carrier was finally opened.
“Nyu-Daddeh, dis safe-woom nu smeww pwetty… Smeww wike oddah fwuffies!” Candy said bobbing up and down, her large stomach holding her down.
“That’s right! I have a LOT of Fluffies here, this is the Safe-Room they all share!” Clint said, lifting up the malnourished Yellow Foal. Clint’s Luck seemed to be his greatest asset, the foals and Parents were all beautiful, but for Clint’s plan to work, he needed them all to be full and healthy… At least for the next few hours.
Clint grabbed a bottle of Nurse-Mare Milk… One of Hera’s… Clint, now a bit more sadder than usual, popped it into the small Yellow Foals Mouth. While it greedily suckle the rubber teat, Clint checked the foal over and finally found out it was a Colt. “How about… Banilla… Cus ya got Banana and Vanilla colored Fluff.” Clint said. Banilla took to the name like stink on shit, happily peeping after getting it’s fill from the mineral nutrient milk. “Nu-Spehuw-Babbeh hab namesais?!” Candy said, her eyes showing clear anger at the idea her worst foal got a new name first before her bestes’.
“Nyu-Daddeh, can Cobawt howd Nu-Spesh-… Baniwwa pwease?” Cobalt asked, sitting attentively in front of Clint.
“Huh? Oh sure, here, careful hes just ate, so he might throw up if you move him around too fast.” Clint responded, handing over Banilla.
Cobalt stared at the newly fed Colt. “Dis am gud babbeh… Nu bad Babbeh nu mowe. Wub Baniwwa!” Cobalt said, placing the Colt on his back fluff. Candy saw this and became livid. “NU! SPESHUW-FWEND PUT DUMMEH BABBEH DOWN NAO!” Cobalt looked shocked at his partner. “Why?! Babbeh am nu dummeh nu mowe! Hab gud miwkies! Why Speshuw-Fwen-” Cobalt started, but before he could finish, the mare screamed something aweful!
“DUMMEH COBAWT! NU-SPESHUW-BABBEH AM DUMMEH 'CUS CANDY SAY SO!” Candy screamed out. The three foals around the mare all looked shocked at Candy’s outburst, even the Bestes’.
Cobalt looked at his Mate in shock. “B-buh Baniwwa nu am hungwy nu mowe… Why Baniwwa dummeh?”
Candy looked Cobalt dead in the eyes and scowled. “If Cobawt nu put dummeh Baniwwa downsies, and gibe huggies an wub to bettah babbehs… Nu am Candy Speshuw-Fwend nu mowe…”
Clint could almost see the moment the Stallion’s heart tore in two, Cobalt picked the now happy Banilla and set him down on the floor. “O-otay… Cobawt wub Speshuw-Fwend…” Clint looked at Banilla, watching him shiver on the cold concrete of the Garage.
“Nao… Gibe stompies!” Candy ordered, Cobalt’s eyes widened with horror at the Order.
“That’s enough.” Clint said, getting up from his chair, placing Banilla back on Cobalt’s back. “Candy… Your a bad Mom.” Clint said as he picked up Cobalt and Banilla, leaving the Mare and her three other foals in the Garage, all now screaming as Clint turned off the lights as he left.
“Daddeh? Whewe Cobawt an’ Baniwwa goin?” Cobalt said, his expression saddened and uncaring.
Clint didn’t say another word, he plopped Cobalt and Banilla in the Safe-Room and left them to their own devices.
Clint came back into the Garage, turning on the light to see a not so surprising sight.
Candy and her foals had shit everywhere on the floor, and just as Clint was about to walk in, he heard a loud and audible Crunch.
Candy had just crushed her Maroon Foal.
“NU!!! WED BABBEH! NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
“Ohohohoho… You really are a bad mother.” Clint said, moving closer to the Mare and her two remaining foals.
“Your Mom just killed your Brother!” Clint said, putting on the facade of utter surprise and shock.
“MUMMAH! WHY HUWT BWUDDAH?! MUMMAH AM MUNSTA!” cried the Pink Unicorn Filly.
To Clint’s surprise, even the Bestes’ now resented their mother, to solidify this fact, Bestes’ shat all over Candy’s Mane and Face.
“DUMMEH MUMMAH! HACHOU! WUBBED BWUDDAH! WUB SISSYS! DUMMEH MUMMAH!”
Clint watched as Candy’s shit covered face turned to one of confusion to anger.
Without saying a word she bucked Bestes’ off of her head, causing the Fat Foal to hit the ground hard. “SCREEEEEEE! WHY MUMMAH HUWT BESTES?!”
“SHUDDAP DUMMEH! NU AM BESTES’ NU MOWE!” Candy said, raising her hoof to stomp down onto Bestes’.
Clint simply watched, pulling out his phone and beginning to record the attack.
Candy began to lay into Bestes’ only stopping to bite his fat little body. The Unicorn Filly watched in horror as his Bestes’ Brother was being bitten and beaten into a bloody Dark Blue mess.
“peep… peep… peep…” cried the Bestes’, his body broke, small parts of him were even missing. Blood and snot covered his face as his peeps became more and more quiet.
“Haff… Haff… Dummeh… Haff… Bestes’… Haff…” Candy said before plopping down, he face calming down only to begin contorting in pain.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-POOPIE PWACE HUWTIES! BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!”
‘Perfect’ Clint thought, rushing over to an old laundry basket, tossing a old Towel into made a perfectly small nest for the Foals. rushing back over to the laboring Mother, Clint picked up the Pink Filly and placed her into the nest. A silent peep was all that was uttered from the poor abused foal as Clint grabbed her up. Clint felt a twinge of guilt know his plans for the poor Filly were not good, but he wasn’t in the market fora new Fluffy Family…
But the Mill could use a new Breeding Mare… And new foals could always be trained…
Clint use dhis phone to look up a coin toss app. ‘Guess fate will decide.’ Clint thought as he clicked the virtual coin. “Hey, uh… Flower, were going to play a game, you pick, heads, or tails, okay?” Clint says, getting closer to the shell shocked foal, the sound of foals popping out of their mother begining behind Clint.
“B-… B-bad babbeh n-namesie am F-fwowew?” The Crying Filly asked, a glimmer of joy behind the tears that stained her face.
“Yep! So… Flower…” Clint said, his face showing a large Smile. Flower looked up at Clint, her mind racing about her new name, and how now she was getting to play a game with her Daddeh!
“Flower…” Clint asked, The little Filly’s attention now solely on him.
Heads? Or Tails?
