Candy, the Bitch-Mare had pushed out 4 foals already, and all of them were drop dead gorgeous, color wise. Before Clint could look over the first 4, more and more came out, 5…6…7…8…9…10… Wow…
11 Babies. Everyone of them beautiful. Some had great color combinations, and others had their parents pattern. One even had a Mark on it’s Rump! Clint took a corner of the towel he had for the ‘nest’ and began to wipe all the Foals off. Once they were all clean, Flower looked down at all her beautiful new sisters and brothers… And cried.
“Su many new sissys and bwuddahs… Huu-huu… Miss wed Bwuddah…” Flower cried. She began to hug the babies lovingly. Clint took the time to get the shaking Bestes’ from the floor, placing him into the basket with his sister and new siblings. Candy on the other hand…
“Flower, you need to answer my question… Heads or Tails? Remember the game?” Clint said looking down at the young Filly. “O-oh! Dat am wite D-daddeh! Um… Fwowew… Fwowew hab pwetty taiw… Su… Taiws!” Flower responded.
Clint looked down at the phone app, the coin had stopped a while ago, landing on… Tails. Clint frowned. Looking down at the Foals and newborns.
“Bad Choice.”
Clint picked up the exhausted Candy by the scruff of her neck, taking both her and the children out of the Garage/Sorry-Room, and into the upstairs bathroom.
Clint set Candy in the Sink and the basket on top of the closed Toilet, quickly leaving, heading to the kitchen. Clint had to think for a moment, honestly this was all off of the top of his head, but the idea was so grand he had to try. Clint dug around and finally found it. A large See thru cereal box he had purchased but never used, fixed to it was a air tight seal lid. Perfect.
Clint grabbed the container and began to work. Jamming a Pen thru the plastic top he formed a hole thru the Lid, The Container was large, almost rectangular is size, rather than the average Cereal Box shape, Clint had planned to… “AHA!” Clint said loudly, grabbing a large Crazy Straw from one of his utensil drawers.
Clint turned on his stove-top and waited a few seconds with Crazy Straw in hand, once hot enough, Clint melted the straw enough and fixed it thru the Cereal Container hole. Now the Box had no holes, and instead had a large straw coming out of the top of the Air Tight Seal, now re-sealed as the melted plastic had closed the open hole.
“Again… Perfect… -ish.” Clint said rushing back to the Upstairs Bathroom.
The Foals were chirping up a storm, and the mother had been crying when Clint entered the bathroom.
Clint took the basket of Fluffy children and set them in the bottom of the tub, gently taking each Fluffy Foal out of the basket and placing them onto the cold fiberglass. Once Flower and Bestes’ were out, they both tried their best to calm the now cold chirpy-babbehs. Despite the thrashing he had gotten Bestes’ really did care for his siblings, new and old, limping over to each cold Chirpy and hugging them, trying to place them on his back.
Shame Flower chose tails…
“Daddeh! Fwoow am cowd! Tu cowd fow chiwpy-babbehs! Pwease hewp!” Flower said, hopping up the side of the tub, fruitlessly.
Clint didn’t respond, instead, Clint turned and drew his attention to Candy. The Mare was crying and begging to feed her new young, her new ‘Bestes’ babbehs needed miwkies! Clint coldly ignored her, opening up the Clear container and placing her inside.
“PWEASE NU! CANDY AM GUD MUMMAH! NU WAN NU-SEE-SOWWY BOX!” Candy begged. Clint, again, coldly ignored her, sealing the lid over her.
Clint took the No-See Sorry Box into the tub and set it down over the drain. Clint could hear the muffled sound of Candy begging, it sounded like a muffled man singing, which caused Clint to laugh… And Candy to cringe in fear.
Clint scooted Candy’s see-thru prison over a bit and flipped the latch shut on the drain. Clint then turned on the cold water, slowly, slowly enough to let the Foals see the water rising.
Bestes’ was the first to see it. He scrambled to move the Chirpy’s to the far edge of the tub, limping his beaten and broken body the entire way. Flower simply stared… One of the Chirpies was closer to the incoming water than the others… Flower watched the foal peep in fear, and slowly succumb to the water, its small limbs unable to paddle, it’s mind, underdeveloped and young, had no idea of what was happening, and had no survival instincts to save it. Soon it went quiet, and floated to the very top of the small, ice-cold puddle that was getting larger and larger.
Candy watched in horror from the Water proof safety of the bin and screamed, trying to get free.Every attempt failing, her body too weak from labor, her mind to exhausted and sad. Candy watched as the puddle grew around her, the thin plastic walls of the box protecting her from all but the view.
Clint was recording the entire thing on his phone. Clint watched, a cold expression resting on his face as another Chirpy got too close to the water, peeping frantically, and startling the rest. Now, the Foals were all panicking, Bestes’ had pushed around 4 of the Chirpy Foals away to the far edge of the tub, Flower was already in the water, tapping the clear walls of her mother’s Sorry-Box frantically. “MUMMAH SABE BABBEHS! PWEASE! CHIWPY-BABBEHS AM TUU WIDDWE FOW WAWA! WAWA AM BAD FOW FWUFFIES!” Flower cried, begging for solace from her mother.
Candy cried harder and harder with each tap, she couldn’t do anything… She was trapped, so she did the only thing she could do. Candy tucked her head into the floor and covered her head with her legs. To a Fluffy, the idea was a decent start, if you can’t see it, it can’t see you, water, monster… But Candy’s box was clear, and the interesting thing about water and clear plastic, is that you can see better underwater with it. Candy looked up, for only a moment, and saw three of her Chirpies were floating around her, the water growing slightly murky and brown with each foal succumbing to the water, each voiding their small bowls as they fell prey to the icy hand of death.
Candy cried harder and harder, just trying to un-see the drowned faces of her children.
Flower soon gave up on trying to get help from her mother, and instead splashed her way over to Bestes’ who was putting as much of the Chirpy Foals on his back as possible. “BWUDDAH HEWP!” Flower yelled.
“WHA’ FWOWEW TINK BESTES’ AM DOIN?! EATIN’ NUMMIES?!” Bestes shot back at the frightened Filly. The comment caused Clint to chuckle a bit, attracting the two Older Foal’s attention.
“DADDEH HEWP BA-!” Flower started, but as she begged, she saw the laughing face of Clint… He was… D-daddeh was… Laughing at… “B-babbehs?” Flower slowly began to realize the situation, now joining her Brother in his last ditch attempt to save the Chirpies. taking two on her back, she got close to her Brother and cried. Feeling the cold water slowly encroach around her small legs. “Nu cwy Sissy… Bestes’ wub Sissys, Wub Bwuddahs tuu… Dis am Dummeh Mummah’s fawt… Nu am Babbehs…” Bestes said, intertwining his leg with hers.
Flower looked up from the sad reality of what was happening and smiled thru her tears… “Wub Bestes’ Bwuddah… Huu…”
Clint felt his heart sink as he watched the two siblings face their death head on. So instead of watching a sob-fest for the next 20 seconds, Clint directed the camera over to the now partially submerged See-Thru prison Candy was in.
While Clint couldn’t hear her, he could see her thru the rippling water. She was now crying, her eyes glued to the crystal clear vision of her Chirpy Foals, all lifeless and drowned, some even began to bloat, making them look bigger. All Candy could do was watch in pure horror.
Well… It wasn’t the only thing…
Candy closed her eyes, and began to sing a Mummah song, hoping to lull the still chirping babies into a peaceful sleep… Hoping the sounds of a Mummah’s Song would comfort them thru the tramatic experience.
“M-mummah w-w-wub b-babbeh-ehs… B-Babbehs w-wub… M-mummah…” Was all Candy could utter before she heard a small thunk on the plastic in front of her. Candy opened her eyes and saw the open, lifeless eyes of her chirpy foals, a few had opened their eyes too early due to the cold shock of the water, all drowning with their eyes open, now staring directly at their poor mother, forever Blind, forever scared.
Candy shit herself in that moment, nearly fainting seeing the sad faces of her water logged children.
Bestes’ and Flower felt the water growing higher and higher, the water now reaching their stomachs. Bestes’ looked back at the foals on his back, three small frantic Chirpies, One was like his Brother, Maroon and Shiny, with wings and a horn like his father. The second was Shiny and Chrome, a Small nub on his head, he would be a Unicorn, like his Sissy. And finally, a Yellow Chirpy, it was the single Foal with the strange mark on it’s rump, It was like his younger Brother… Bunilla.
Wait… Bunilla!
“D-Daddeh! B-bestes’ wan k-know wha wiww happen tu D-Daddeh an-an B-Buniwwa!” Bestes’ said, his lower half now covered in light brown murky cold water, the cold causing him to shiver thru his question.
Clint looked over his recording phone and looked at Bestes’. It hadn’t really occured to him… He still had the Dad and the youngest Son to deal with…
“Huh… I don’t really know yet…” Clint admitted.
“I’m sure ill figure out something, don’t worry.”
