Infiltration - Part 4, By AtlanticHillfolk

“EEEEEEE-OOF, Uuh-huu-huu, owwies!”

Spikes body spun as he landed hard on the dirt, he could feel a dull throb from his ribs and parts of his back legs and he struggled to get up and run.

He quickly abandoned the idea when the titanic footsteps of his momma drew close to him, electing instead to cover his face with his hoofs and whimper.

Cookie had finally figured it out. She had waited until her last two good babies were sleeping before she went to the poo pile to collect her worst baby and take him out into the woods a short distance away from the nest.

She waddled up angrily to the pathetic skinny whimpering form of her least favorite baby, puffed her cheeks and stomped her hoofs very close to him, eliciting a series of scared chirps and a small puddle of pee from the foal.

“YU! YU AM DA WEASON COOKIES GUD BABBEHS AWW GU FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! EBEWY TIME, YU AWAYS DEWE!”

The green foal sobbed, and tried to respond over his mommas’ angry shouts, but she just shouted over him, causing the foal to cower even deeper than before to try and avoid her wrath.

“WEN YU BWUDDAH GET NUMMED BY DA FISHY MUNSTAH! WEN YU SISSY FAWW INTU DA BUZZ-BUZZ MUNSTAH NESTIE! YU AM BAD FWUFFY, MUMMAH HATCHU!”

Something about the words ‘bad fluffy’ triggered a response from Spike. He tried to sit up on his haunches and looked to his momma, trying desperately to explain that he wasn’t a bad fluffy.

“Buh, buh… am gud fwuffy! Spike nebah hewt bwuddah an sissy, Spike wub-“

His mothers hoof connected hard with his head, knocking him back to the ground and causing his vision to go blurry. When his vision came back into focus, he felt a trail of something warm running down his face and he looked around to try and find what it was.

When he spotted something lying on the ground nearby and the pain and shock of what had happened hit him all at once.

“SCREEE! NUUU, WAI MUMMAH BWEAK SPIKES PWETTY HOWN! BIGGEST HEWTIES!”

Spike collapsed to the ground in unbelievable agony, pawing at the jagged nub where his horn used to be and trying desperately to brush the boo-boo juice that streamed out of it out of his eyes.

Cookie loomed over the crying foal and continued to yell at him as he nursed his shattered horn and wept.

“SPIKE!? SPIKE! MUMMAH NU GIB YU NAMESIE! YU AM STUPI POOPIE FWUFFY! YU AWAYS BE STUPI POOPIE FWUFFY!”

Spike curled into a ball and began to chirp, peep and sob in distress from all of it, eventually resorting to sucking on his front hoof for comfort as his momma unleashed a verbal tirade that he could barely make out through the pain in his head.

The last part of it though, snapped him right back to reality.

“COOKIE NU WAN BAD FWUFFY NU MOWE! COOKIE GIB FOWEBAH SWEEPIES TU BAD FWUFFY!”

Spike looked up at his momma as she glared down at him, pleading for mercy with his eyes and finding nothing. Cookie raised her hoof and got ready to pound her dummy baby flat as it pathetically covered its eyes to try and avoid seeing what she was going to do to him.

“HeY dUmMeH!”

Cookie halted herself mid stomp as an insult slung from the bush line cut through the otherwise quiet evening air. That was very obviously directed at her, but she wasn’t a dummy, and who in the world would ever say such mean words to her!?

She tilted her head toward the insult and lowered her hoof to see her new big pink baby, Chopper, standing just outside of the bushes looking at her with an odd look in her golden eyes.

“WHA! COOKIE NU AM DUMMEH, COOKIE AM BESTEST MUMMAH, WAI BABBEH CAWW MUMMAH MEANIE NAMESIES?!”

“Becawse it am twue. Yu am dummeh mummah. Yu nu no wha am happen hewe, becawse you stupi.”

Cookie felt more than a little hurt by that and she started to get angry at Chopper. After all, she was just a dummy lost good smelling baby she found in the woods, what right does she have to call her a dummy after she fed her and took care of her.

She opened her mouth to yell at Chopper, but the big pink foal cut her off before she could.

“Yu pick da wong fwuffy… It am me, Choppew gib udda babbehs fowebah sweepies.”

Cookie’s mouth hung wide for a moment as she processed what her not-baby had just told her.

“W… wh… WHA YU SAY?!”

Chopper leaned down and smiled at Cookie. It was an intense, unsettling smile that gave Cookie an uneasy feeling.

When she spoke; her eyes took on a frenzied look, the spiral pattern within the iris seeming to become much more pronounced and her voice became shaky and frantic.

“ChOpPeW pUsH dA pEwPuLe BaBbEh Tu Da WaSpIe NeStIe! ChOpPeW nUm Yu OwAnGe BaBbEh, DoWn By Da StWeAm… hIm WaS fAt, An TaStY! DaT aM oNwY gUd TiNg CoOkIe EbAh Du! WaIsE fAt, StUpI aN SwOw BaBbEhS!”

“NUUUUUU!”

Cookie charged toward her monster not-baby, intent on giving the creature the worst hoofies she could muster. Chopper turned on her heels with a playful smirk on her face and disappeared into the bushes, followed by the screaming, waddling mass that was her former ‘mummah’.

Cookie chased Chopper through the brush for a minute or two, Chopper always managing to stay ahead of Cookie and lead her through parts she couldn’t get through. But Cookie eventually managed to corner the small foal in a small clearing in the thorny bushes.

Cookie lowered her head, puffed out her cheeks and drew her front left hoof across the dirt, before charging straight toward while screaming;

“BESTEST MUMMAH GIB MUNSTAH FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!”

As she charged, Chopper braced herself against the ground and spread her wings. In the brief moment before it happened, Cookie considered that she had never once noticed how big Choppers wings were in comparison to the wings of other fluffies she had met.

Chopper shot into the air, leaping over Cookie as she tried to put on the brakes far too late and ended up tumbling head over hoofies, crashing face first into the ground and rolling into the pointy part of the bushes.

Chopper perched on a low hanging branch, well above Cookies reach and looked down at the mare while she struggled, writhed and flailed on the ground having missed and ending up bruising herself badly in the fall.

“Tu many dummeh fwuffies wound hewe…”

She said as she tucked her wings back against her body.

“Weww not-mummah, dis am fun, but Choppew am done wif yu nao. Choppew onwy hab wun gamesies weft to pway wif yu, it am cawwed WaTcH yU bAcK! An wewe gonna pway nao.”

Cookie slowly drew herself to her feet and stared at the monster fluffy up in the branches, she stomped her hoofies and puffed her cheeks.

“COOKIE NU WAN PWAY WIF MUNSTAH!”

Chopper shrugged.

“Otay, dat fine. Am gon gu num yu bestest babbeh den, bye-bye not-mummah!”

She responded as she stood up on the branches and hopped off into the upper parts of the bushes toward the nest, a malicious but happy grin drawing across her face as she did.

Cookie panicked at the sound of that, releasing a small stream of scardy pee-pees at that remark and dashing off toward the nest.

She got lost twice and had to retrace her steps, and never once did she see Chopper in the upper part of the bushes, fearing that the monster had already beaten her back to the nest before she could protect her bestest baby!

Eventually, she broke through the thicket near her nest. She was bruised, beat up and had leaves and sticks caught in her pretty mane, but she made it!

She looked toward her nest and saw her little pink bestest waddle over from the nest to petition her for nummies.

To her surprise she also saw her green poopie baby had managed to drag himself back to just outside of the nest and collapse in a heap nearby.

She smirked as she noticed a small puddle of sorry poopies had been sprayed on the poopie baby’s body after it had collapsed; she felt an immense surge of-

CRACK!

PAIN!

Cookie felt an immense surge of pain rush through her body running from her upper back. But then, as quickly as it came, she stopped feeling the pain in her back.

She couldn’t feel anything at all for that matter…

Cookies body collapsed in an uneven heap on her front, with her now limp face hanging open and looking at her bestest baby as her tongue fell in the dirt and tasted the bitter, earthy flavor of soil.

“EEEE! MUMMAH MAKE SCAWY FACIE!”

Her bestest shrieked as it ran back to her nest, spraying a small gout of milky liquid turds on and near her nose as it ran.

She tried to stand herself back up to go comfort her scared foal, but no matter how hard she willed her legs to move, she couldn’t get them to listen. She winced as she felt herself make bad poopies and pee-pees, even though she tried to stop them from coming out, nothing would listen to her.

She tried to speak, to call out for her bestest to come back and help his momma. But the only thing that came out was a half-mumbled moan that couldn’t be construed as a word even if you squinted.

She then felt something, she felt a weight on her back slowly crawl its way off and land to the side of her. Her eyes darted to her left side in horror as she saw Chopper trot out from behind her and stop to sit right in front of her.

“An dat am wai da gamesie am cawwed; Watch Yu Back!”

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Damn chopper is really freaky and strong and a wider wings :astonished:

Poor Spike hope he is ok he lost his horn already.

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Oh, wow. Chopper might not be a jellenheimer after all…

Sorry Cookie, it’s time to suffer. Not like she didn’t deserve every moment of it.

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hopefully Chopper nums bestest before finishing off the mother, I have a feeling Spike would’ve helped bestest if he didn’t poop on him, what a fucking idiot.

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It looks like the end of the story is near.

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I love Chopper now

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