Chopper snickered to herself as she watched the horrified, and now completely paralyzed mare flail against her own body in a desperate attempt to escape.
She looked up at the small gash on her back, right between the fifth and sixth vertebrae, where she had landed with the full points of her hooves. The spot was bent inward at a painful looking angle.
She smirked as tears began to well in Cookies eyes and the mare continued to try and desperately move despite her broken body. Her eyes occasionally flicking back to her nest, to her bestest babbeh.
“Don wowwy mummah, Choppew am gud fwuffy! ChOpPeW gU gEt Yu BeStEsT BaBbEh FoW yU! hE-He-hE-He-hE-KAFF!”
She broke down in a fit of manic jitters for a moment before shakily composing herself. She had been building up to this moment for nearly a week now, and she was just so fucking excited for what was about to come next.
Chopper turned on her heels and trotted of toward the nest, where she knew she would find the last fat juicy morsel she needed before she could go home. When she poked her head into the nest however, the frenzy in her eyes cracked.
“EEE! MUNSTAH! POOPIE BWUDDAH! SABE BESTEST BABBEH! HUU-HUU-HUU!”
“S-Sp- Sniff-S-Spike nu wet yu hewt bwuddah, Choppew! Gu way… pwease?”
Chopper stood dumbstruck for a moment; she didn’t know weather to be impressed of infuriated by this turn of events as Spike stood defiantly between her and her prey, clearly shaking and barely able to stand because of the immense pain he was in.
“Wha… am dis?”
She asked, almost not believing the scene unfolding before her.
Spike stood facing the entrance to the nest with his mommas’ favorite brother, the as yet unnamed bestest babbeh, cowering in a trembling heap behind him.
“Ch-Choppew nu hewt bwuddahs nu mowe… Choppew gib tu many hewties awweady…”
Chopper shook her head.
“Dey desewb it Spike! Dey am bad fwuffies, dem caww yu dummeh and twy make yu num poopies! Yu MuMmAh tWy tU kIwW yU! WAI AWE YU DEFWENDING DEM?!”
Spike cringed as Chopper yelled at him, that familiar spark of frenzied madness surging through her pretty golden eyes before quickly fading away.
“S-s-spike nu dat… Spike no dat mummah an bwuddahs and sissy no wub spike… B-buh Spike hab to pwotect famiwy… eben if dem nu wike Spike…”
Spike wobbled on his hooves before righting himself, knowing that if he dropped his guard, she would make for his brother behind him. Chopper paced across the mouth of the nest, like a cat sizing up its prey.
“Wah am yu gon du Spike? Am yu gon gib Choppew biggest hewties tu sabe dat stupi babbeh and bad mummah? Am Yu GoN HeWt Me SpIkE?!”
“Huu… Spike nu wan hewt Choppew edew… Spike wub Choppew… Spike jus wan Choppew tu gu way and weab famiwy awone…”
Chopper shook her head from side to side slowly, all the while holding eye contact with the green unicorn and tensing the muscles in her legs.
“Choppew can nu du dat Spike. Choppew can’t gu home untiw Ah kiww aww da bad fwuffies in dis hewd. Dat am my owb… ob… owbjectibe…
Spike sobbed as he heard his not-sissy friend say those words, even though he didn’t understand all of the big words she used, he knew that it meant that she wouldn’t stop unless either she was dead or they all were.
“Den… Choppew no wah nee du…”
Chopper smirked as Spike managed to hold her gaze.
“Yu am gud fwuffy Spike, yu hab guts.”
Chopper said smiling sweetly at Spike. But her sweet smile grew tense and aggressive as the same frenzy that Spike had seen occasionally peek out from behind his friends’ eyes from time to time started to overwhelm her senses.
“BuT iF yU dOn GeT oUt Of ChOpPeWs WaY, aM gOnNa WiP dEm OuT oF yU!”
Spike was terrified, so scared that the only thing that was stopping him from making scaredy poopies was the tension holding his body in a standing position.
Chopper was stronger than any fluffy had any right to be, and she could certainly kill him if she wanted to, but he was the only thing protecting last sibling from her. He had no choice, he promised he’d be a good fluffy, and good fluffies protect their family.
Spike planted his hooves and readied himself to face down his own end, remembering his daddy and what he used to say whenever Spike would get scared of the dark times or the monsters in the forest.
“Spike am gud fwuffy… Wub Choppew… Pwomies tu be gud… Gud fwuffies pwotect famiwy… Spike pwotect famiwy!”
Chopper lunged the moment he finished his proclamation of defiance. Spike closed his eyes, set himself against her charge and thrust his jagged broken horn, fully expecting to not ever see anything again.
“OWW! SUNOVA BWITCH!”
The utterance of a no-no word snapped Spike out of his grim acceptance, though what shocked him more was who had said it.
It was Chopper! But she was a fluffy! Fluffies couldn’t say no-no words!
Chopper backed a few steps away, brushing her right hoof against her left shoulder over a small but growing patch of boo-boo juice that darkened her fluff in that area. The bestest baby took this momentary stunned lapse in her concentration to run past her to the exit and abandon his brother to his fate.
Spike was mortified, how could he hurt his bestest friend and still call himself a good fluffy?!
Chopper allowed some of her blood to soak onto her hoof before bringing it up to her mouth and drinking it. Her expression shifting from frenzied orgasmic bliss, to joyful elation and eventually to pride as she turned her eyes to meet Spikes.
“Choppew new yu had it in yu…”
Chopper trotted up to Spike, who was too dumbstruck by Chopper’s reaction to respond quick enough as she smacked him hard in the side of the head and the world went black for the little green unicorn.
Chopper left him lying in the bed pile of the nest and walked outside, to find the bestest baby, which didn’t take her long.
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Cookie stared, barely able to move or make a sound beyond the occasional mumble of terrified discontent, as her bestest baby puffed up his cheeks and stomped his hooves while staring at the monster before the two of them.
“Bestest Babbeh nu scawed of dummy munstah! Poopie Babbeh gib munstah wowstest hewties, Bestest Babbeh gib yu wowestest sowwy hoofies an make munstah gu fowebah sweepies!”
The colt charged to much bigger filly who simply raised a hoof and pinned the smaller and slower foal to the ground, splaying out its nubs in all directions and causing it to release a small spray of shit out of fear, or perhaps pressure.
The bestest babies attitude changed from confidence to helpless mewling in an instant.
“SCREEE! MUMMAH HEWP! SABE BESTEST BABBEH! MUNSTAH GIB BABBEH SOWWY HOOFIES! SCREEE-“
Chopper pressed down on the foal three times in rapid succession, hard enough to hurt but not enough to deal any real damage, eliciting a number of peeps, ‘owwies’ and its last squirts of poo until it just settled into quietly sobbing to itself when it realised its momma wasn’t coming.
“SHUT DA HEWW UP, STUPI BABBEH! Ow ChOpPeW gIb Yu WeAsOn Tu CwY…”
She picked up the foal in her teeth and walked it over to plant it right in front of Cookies face, leaving a small trail of fear urine behind it. She mounted the foal, pinning it to the ground using the weight of her much larger body to stop it from moving.
Chopper looked Cookie crooked in the eye, cocking her head to the side and smiling while she hooked one of her front legs around the bestest’s neck to stop it from wriggling to much.
“DiS aM YoUw FaWt Yu No. CoOkIe Am BaD FwUfFy, Am BaD MuMmAh, MaKe BaD BaBbEhS. If Yu HaB bE gUd MuMmAh, MaBbEh Ah WoOk FoW uDdAh BaD FwUfFy An FaMiWy Tu NuM. Su Yu GoNnA wAtCh. YU AM WATCH WAH HAPPEN TU BAD FWUFFIES!”
“NUUUU, MUMMAH SABE BESTE- SCREEEEEEEE!”
Chopper tilted her head down and bit deep into the skin around the back of the bestest babbeh jaw, slowly beginning to peel the skin off of the bestests face while the foal shrieked and tried desperately to struggle out of the monster’s grasp.
Cookie looked on in horror, unable to move to help her baby and unable to look away. Tears welled in her eyes as she moaned in paralyzed terror at the sight before her.
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Chopper licked the blood off of her hooves and looked up at her handywork. The bestest baby was little more now than a pile of cracked bones that had mostly been picked clear of meat, with the exception of the bowel area, while a good two thirds of its bloodstained pink fluff lay detached from it opposite the bones.
Cookie had long since expired, having died about mid way through Chopper eating her bestest, but not before she had to rip out one of her eyelids to make sure she was still watching.
Chopper wondered if it was choking on her own tongue or a fear induced heart attack that did her in as she finished cleaning herself.
She stood to her full height and shook herself off. She would definitely need a bath after that, but she didn’t mind, baths were good for fluffies after all. But first, she had one last bit of business to attend to.
She walked over to the unconscious form of Spike, lying more or less where she left him, opened her mouth and bent down to his level with a smile on her face.
She grabbed his scruff in her teeth and hauled him up onto her back, placing him so his legs would hang limply over her shoulders as she walked, eliciting a quiet;
“Bad… upsies…”
From the mostly unconscious and badly beaten foal as she did. She grinned, rubbed her face against his and began to walk away from the decimated nest, singing a happy off-key song as she left.
“Chopaw wub Spike, Spike wub Choppaw!”
“Spike am gud fwuffy, hab wowstest saddies fow su wong!”
“Choppaw bwing Spike home tu daddeh, daddeh gib pointy stabbys, make Spike big and stwong!”
“Den Spike wiww be wike Choppew, be bestest fwiends fowebah!”
“How am dat be su wwong!”
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