Josef Mongola looked out his window that morning and saw his beautiful garden, the hedges had re-grown to fill in the spot where the herd had broken in, the grass had come in and filled in the patchwork left by grazing Fluffies, and his flowers were blooming bigger and brighter than ever thanks to the amount of manure he had left over to feed them.
He smiled at the sight, then picked up his bag of supplies and left his house, it was still early in the morning so he had some time before Sweetheart woke up, but he wanted this out of the way as soon as possible.
Leaving the house he turned towards his destination, an overgrown swamp type place situated on the edge of the big city, too dank and wild for humans to venture into, too close to industrialised for most animals to go into. Except of course the curious Fluffy, especially when they smell another one trapped inside.
As Josef got closer he faintly heard the rhythmic sounds of âenf, enf, enfâ and knew that he was close, he held back a moment, not wanting to interrupt such an intimate moment. Thankfully Fluffies are horny little shits so it didnât take long until he heard âGud Feewsâ, at that point he moved forward again, making loud footsteps to scare off any other Fluffy nearby.
He entered the clearing just as two tubby stallions escaped into the undergrowth, Josef smiled and let them leave, theyâd done what he needed to anyway. He knelt down to look at his captive, trapped in their wooden prison at the mercy of any horny stallion that came near.
âHello Toughie, been well?â
The once boisterous Toughie had been stuck here ever since Josef took his legs and special-place, for months he had been stuck in Josefâs frame-prison, unable to move while stallions either too mean or too dumb to know or care about him being a boy gave him bad-enfies over and over and over again. Heâd stopped trying to convince them he wasnât a mare when he realised none of them were listening to him.
His green fluff was absolutely filthy, at least in the parts where it hadnât been torn off, aside from the dust and the dirt of just being outside, he also had Fluffy cum stuck across him from where over-excited stallions couldnât aim properly, and quite a bit of sorry-poopies from the crueller ones who treated him like their own personal enfie-mare. Josef noticed that Toughieâs right eye was severely bloodshot, likely kicked by another Fluffy just for fun.
Toughie didnât even look at Josef, too broken and depressed to do so.
âWell I come with some bad news Iâm afraid, your herdâs dead. Every one of them is gone now; youâre the last one left. I suppose some congratulations are in order for making it this fair.â
âWan. Die.â
âIâm sorry, what was that?â
âWan. Die.â Toughieâs voice was rough due to his vocal chords being shredded from screaming.
âYou want to die?â
Toughie nodded.
âDo you want me to kill you?â
Toughie nodded again, tears falling down his eyes.
âWell good news Toughie, I am killing you. Just in a more karmic friendly way than you want.â
Josef took out a syringe from his supply bag and stuck it in Toughieâs side. The syringe had a nutrient solution inside that kept Toughie fed â in the most basic sense â and prevented him from starving to death. Josef then took a water bottle and jammed it into Toughieâs mouth, forcing him to drink the water and keep himself hydrated.
âYou see Toughie, the reason youâre out here is because you fucked a baby to death, so in order for full justice to be served, youâre going to be out here until youâre fucked the death. And I promise you I will be here every goddamn morning making sure you do not starve, you do not dehydrate, you do not die from infection. I will make sure you live so that you can die when your little Fluffy heart canât take it anymore and just gives up. How long that takes, is up to you, how badly do you actually want to die?â
âToughie sowwy, weawned wesson. Wan die, wan die.â
âYeah? Tell that to Bubblegum.â
Josef zipped up his supply bag and made to leave, stopping just to readjust the sign heâd placed above Toughieâs prison-frame. He wasnât worried about any humans coming through this way, but on the off-chance a Hugboxer came by, he wanted to make sure they understood what was going on.
He figured the big letters of âI RAPE BABIESâ got the message across quite well.
Back inside, Josef noted that Sweetheart was still asleep so he took the time to clean up some things, mainly in the basement. When he opened the door the slight smell of rot and shit hit his nose first, he climbed down the stairs to see the damage done during the night.
Mother was well and truly dead, her hungry foals had shredded her bottom half nearly to the bone, some of her organs were missing, some of them scattered on the floor. Whether she died from blood loss, shock or her heart just gave out Josef didnât know, and didnât care.
The four foals were all sleeping on the floor, their little bellies extended from overeating, their food coma would keep them sated for several hours if not days, not that Josef planned on keeping them long. Carefully he picked them all up one-by-one and placed them into a metal bucket, though he did notice that Half-Face was already cold when he picked him up, poor wheezy bastard mustâve choked in the night from stuffing his face, still he went in the bucket with the rest, Josef then took the bucket to a nearby sink he had installed just for the ease of this exact purpose.
He filled the bucket with cold water, about 1/3 of the way up so that the little foals had no chance of escape, he heard them crying and yelling for help as the âbad wawaâ attacked them. But Josef left them to drown, as he had a bigger prize in mind.
There, hanging from the ceiling, was Smartieâs corpse, heâd finally rolled off the side and hung himself, and judging by the grey tone to his skin he hadnât managed to break his neck so he choked to death in a slow, painful process. Just what the little cunt deserved.
Josef cut Smartie down and placed him in a plastic bag, he then carefully gathered up Motherâs remains and put them in the bag as well, making sure to grab as much of her innards as he could, before finally returning to the bucket, finding four dead foals inside. He put them in with their parents and took the bag upstairs and outside to his main bucket, dropping the bag inside and finally closing the lid on The Awful Technicolor Smartie Herd for good.
That just left Sweetheart, and Josef still wasnât sure what to do with her, he wasnât returning her, no fucking way was he going to do anything good for a Fluffy. Abuse was still on the table but that felt like a waste of an Alicorn.
Then it hit him as he watched her play with her ball, she was an Alicorn, she was a goddamn money machine. Josef got off the couch and crouched down in front of her, pushing the ball towards her to play for a little while.
âSweetheart, have you been feeling lonely recently?â
Sweetheart stopped, a little surprised by the question. âA wittew daddeh, Sweetheawt miss udda Fwuffies.â
âWell how would you feel if I got you a special friend to have babies with?â
âSweetheawt hab babbehs? Bu Sweetheawt towd munstahâs nu hab babbehs.â
âPlease, youâre not a monster, youâre very rare and very special, your babies would be very popular. But you do need to understand something, if I do let you have babies then I canât look after all of them our house isnât big enough. So what Iâll do is, Iâll let you choose which one of your babies to keep from the litter, and then Iâll give the rest away to good mummies and daddies who want special babies of their own. Is that ok?â
Sweetheart thought about it for a second, she didnât like the sound of giving her babies up, but so long as she was able to keep one and the rest went to good parents she thought thatâd be ok.
âOk daddeh, Sweetheawt wike dat pwan.â
âOh youâre the best baby girl, daddyâs so happy to hear that.â
Josef scooped her up and carried her out of the room, stroking her mane as they walked.
âDaddeh? Yu fink speciaw-fwiend wiww wike Sweetheawt bein munstah?â
âOh I wouldnât worry about that.â Josef said as he opened the basement door.
âIâm sure Crimsonâs gonna love you.â
That is the end of Josef & The Awful Technicolor Smartie Herd, hopefully youâve all enjoyed this twisted story, easily the darkest thing Iâve ever written but surprisingly I enjoyed it.
Iâm gonna give Josef a little break for the moment, this creative burst I had for this trilogy as simmered slightly but I do have other ideas that just need some refining so weâve not seen the last of him yet.
As for Sweetheart? Well for the moment just let your imaginations handle her ending, itâs probably nicer than what Iâve thought up.
