Warmth…
That was the first feeling Lightning felt. The next was the feeling of something soft, and warm, being pressed up against his lips. He felt a sweet, ambrosia like nectar fill his under-developed mouth the greatest thing in the world right now. He felt safe.
“Wub ‘ou bestes’ babbeh… Wub 'ou… W-wub…”
The voice that Lightning heard faded away quickly, the sound of love and kindness became distant. Soon Lightning felt the warmth leave him, he felt a rushing wind breeze pass him as strange cold things grabbed him, lifting him up.
“Peep! Peep-peep!”
Lightning begged for help, at least, that was what he felt like he needed. Soon the cold feeling of whatever was holding him left, and was replaced by warmth again, this time different, smooth, rather than soft.
“Jesus… Look at the colors on this thing! Bright Yellow, Orange chest scruff, and… No fucking way… THREE?! THREE DIFFERENT COLORS?! JIM GET IN HERE!”
Lightning felt the warm thing holding him move, and leave him, the foal, now cold again felt another thing grab him, this time, rugged, and coarse, but still warm, the foal only recognized it was warm, but to anyone else it would feel like a Catcher’s Glove.
“Lemme see… Orange… Red… Blue?! Holy hell Dave! This little S.O.B. could net us a lotta fucking money! Who would have guessed that Shit-Factory actually produced something this nice!”
As Lightning cuddled into the thing that held him, he felt the wind again, soon he heard a familiar sounding voice.
“Pwease! Mummah make gud babbeh! Jus’ wike Daddehs say tu! Pwease nu gibe tu gwinda-munsta!”
“Shut. Up. One foal wont save you, but because you gave us such a pretty Foal, ill let you name him…”
“Huu-huu… W-wingie-Babbeh… M-Mummah wub ‘ou… C-can Mummah pwease howd babbeh? jus’ one time?”
A audible sigh can be heard, the warm thing holding Lightning released the foal, to a soft and safe smelling thing that Lightning would never get to see, only hear, and feel.
“Babbeh am su pwetty… Huu… Wingie-Babbeh gon’ be s-su fas! Wike… Wike… Uhm…”
“Lightning?”
“W-Wightning?”
“Yeah, the saying is, ‘as Fast as Lightning’…”
“Hmm… Dat am gud namesie… Wightning, Mummah wub 'ou su muchies, be gud babbeh fow Daddehs, otay?”
As Lightning was yet again taken from the warmth of his mother, the word Lightning stuck with him, a feeling, that he was born to be fast, faster than any Fluffy… And to prove that point, The thing holding Lightning moved fast, and left behind the only thing that Lightning would call family, for quite a long time. Not even aware that his mother was being brutalized, and tossed, still alive, into a Grinder to be turned into meat for…
Well only God would know that for how cheep Fluffy meat sold for.
Lightning grew up fast, and he grew up strong, and for a Pegasus, that’s no easy feat. Lightning was raised and trained with great care, he only ever had two rules.
- Never, say no, to Daddeh Jim or Daddeh Dave.
- No Friends, No Special Hugs, no ANYTHING, without Jim and Dave’s okay.
Those two rules were all Lightning had to follow… And it only too breaking a rule once for him to receive the worst pain in his life.
Jim and Dave weren’t the best parents, but they took care of Lightning… At least that’s what they called it. They always yelled at the Fluffy, berating him if he took one bad step, giving him not-tasty kibble, and an uncomfortable cardboard as a bed.
By the time Lightning had broken a rule, Lightning was a Young Stallion, just out of Fluffy Puberty, and ready to be an Adult, meaning Jim and Dave were ready to Stud him out. Lightnings mane naturally stood up on it’s one, and looked like a Mohawk that ran out of gel and gave up. While everything about him was colorful and interesting, his now opened eyes were anything but. Two brown irises made their home in Lightning’s head, and honestly he could care less.
But to his Daddehs, Jim and Dave, they looked horrible! They even considered eye transplants…
But all that didn’t matter today. Today, Lightning was meeting a new friend, a pretty mare named Jezebel! She didn’t look pretty, but that Lightning didn’t care! He was going to have a new friend! And all Fluffies are good Fluffies until they aren’t
“Daddeh-Daddeh-Daddeh! Awe we dewe yet?!” Lighting yelled out from the backseat of Jim’s Car.
“Almost buddy! Now please stop yelling, I need to focus on driving!” Jim said, getting severely annoyed.
As Jim pulled into the driveway of Jezebel’s Owner’s home, Lightning almost peed! The excitement was too much for him to bear!
Lightning was led up to the home on a leash, and waited patiently. Once the door opened, Lightning tuned up to the the new hoomin and looked around behind the nice new hoomin for his new friend! Slowly, an Emerald Earthie walked into line of sight for Lightning, her Ruby hair bouncing as she waddled along closer and closer to the open door. Her eyes were so pretty, and so loopy too! Lightning was so excited! He had a new friend, and she was so interesting already!
“Daddeh? Who am dat?” Jezebel asked tugging on her owner’s pants, her sharp teeth getting a good grip on them. “Oh! This is the nice stallion who’s gonna give you special huggies!”
“Wai’… WHA?!” Lightning asked, confused and scared, one of his rules was to not give those kind of huggies without their Daddeh’s permission!
“Yeah, Your gonna give her Tummy-Babies” Jim said coldly.
“B-buh-… B-b-buh” Lightning stammered.
“This isn’t a request Lightning, you ARE going to give her Tummy-Babies, or else.”
The threat was not wasted on Lightning, who simply nodded in understanding as he didn’t want to gain any form of punishment from Jim, Dave was the nicer Daddeh, they still gave owwies if bad, but at least Dave gave you hugs after to calm you down.
Lightning was lightly tossed into the safe-room with Jezebel.
“Weww… Huwwy up Dummeh, Jezebew wan’ Babbehs!” The Strange Mare said, getting into position, raising her flank up to face Lightning.
Lightning shook his head, and ran away from the Mare. “NU! NU WAN GIBE SPESHUW-HUGGIES!!!”
Jezebel sighed and ran after him. She was used to this, so she was also used to just making the stallions give her huggies, rather than offering. But, Lightning was different, he was faster than any other Stallion she had met before.
Before long, the two were playing Chase rather than mating, becoming friends.
After an hour or so, Jim walked into the Safe-Room, seeing if the deed was done. To his anger, it was not.
“LIGHTNING!”
The Stallion stopped mid-chase and turned to his approaching father. Jezebel bumping into Lightning trying to stop.
“WHAT DID I SAY?!”
Lightning cringed as he realized what was about to happen, Jezebel had left and was already hiding in her small bed, away from Jim.
Jim took Lightning out of the Safe-Room by his scruff, berating the young Stallion the entire way out.
“You got anything I can use to punish this dumbass?” Jim said, shaking Lightning.
“Was he refusing to give Jez foals?”
“Nah, he ended up being friends with her instead.”
“Oh, well uh… You want it alive right?”
“Preferably.”
“Then follow me.”
The two men took Lightning to the owners garage, along the walls were small Fluffies, all babies, most if not all of them were peeping in pain, or sadness, or a mix of both. Some were able to talk, asking for help, begging for freedom…
Lightning was slammed down on a workshop table, the wind being knocked out of his lungs due to the impact.
“So, you still want him to run? To play and shit right?”
“Again, preferable, yes.”
“Then he doesn’t need all of them.”
Jez’s owner reached over and moved Lightning into a vice, tightening it around his front left leggie.
“SCREEEEEE, P-PWEASE! NU TAKE WEGGIE! NEE’ WEGGIE… Wightning am sowwy fow makin fwiend…” the Yellow Stalion begged.
As if to respond, Jim grabbed a switchblade, grabbed hold of one of Lightning’s wings, and sliced it off. “No your not… Not yet anyways…”
Lightning watched, writhing in pain as his Daddeh rubbed his severed wing in between his fingers, small feathers floating to the ground…
Jim and the owner set up work and rubbed Nair all over Lightning’s pinned leg. The Stallion watched in horror as his leg-Fluff flew away, leaving his leg bare, and itchy. Each time Lightning tried to itch it, Jim backhanded the Fluffy, over and over again. causing the Fluffy to begin to cry. the pain of the smacks were bearable, it was the wedding ring Jim wore that hurt the most, it jabbed Lightning in his right eye over and over again with each backhand. Every hit caused louder and louder screams to come out.
Jim took this as a reason to hit him harder.
Lightning sat silently, his leg bare and itchy, and his face swollen and hurt, and his eye bleeding.
“Oof, that eye looks bad, guess i should have taken my ring off!” Jim laughed, smacking the Fluffy again.
“Does he have any weird urges?” The owner asked, a chilling smile creeping along his face.
“Nah… But fuck we can sure try and give him one! Hey after this, wanna grab a bear? Talk shop on Fluffies?” Jim asked, laughing with the owner.
“Gladly! But for now, I’ll grab a Foal, be right back.”
While the owner left, Jim brought his fist down on the Fluffy’s exposed hairless limb, cracking it in two different spots, making the limb shape into a U, the pain, causing Lightning to go into shock, screaming so loud and high pitch that the sound was near silent.
“All you had to do was give tummy-babies to that green fuck, that was it, but no, you broke a rule, and this is what happens to rule breakers…”
The owner came back with two small Foals, one Dark Green, a small horn on it’s head, and a White one, with two small nubs on it’s back.
“I uh… Got these Fillies a few days ago, don’t really need them… Any ideas?”
“I got one… LIGHTNING!”
The yell woke the Pegasus from it’s near catatonic pained state, causing the Stallion to look down at the two curious foals, from their smell, Lightning found out they were Fillies.
“Fuck em.”
“…ʷʰᵃᵗ”
Jim released the clamp, the broken and bent limb falling out of the vice freely.
“Someone here in this house is getting tummy-babies… Since you didn’t want to do the one I was paid for, your gonna fuck. These. Two…”
Lightning eyes widened, his fear practically palpable. “P-pwease… N-nu Daddeh… W-w-wiww gib Fwend Jezebew tummeh babbehs… j-jus’ pwease n-nu… B-babbehs nu am fow speshuw h-huggies!”
“if you don’t, I smash them, and make you eat them, your choice.”
Lightning looked down at the two small fillies, their eyes were wide open, staring at Lightning with curiosity. The White one waddled up and hugged his broken leg. The Dark-Green one was happily chirping away, completely unaware to the horrors of life it faced, rocking on it’s back.
“N-nu… Nu-NU! NU ENF BABBEHS!” Lightning yelled, tears coming down his eyes. The yell had startled the Dark-Green Filly, who was now peeping in distress, The White one held on, trying to calm the horrified Stallion, peeping uncontrollably.
“Really? They get to live if you fuck em! If you don’t, they DIE. No Sketti, no play, nothing. You want to deprive them of that?”
While the argument would be insane to consider, Lightning hesitated a moment. They would live, sure they would be hurt, but they would live! They would get to try Sketti, find caring homes… Wait…
N-no… They wouldn’t…
They live here… Jez’s Daddeh is a monster too… He would do even worse to them when Lightning was gone…
“Yus, W-Wightning wouwd.” Lightning said, calmly. A slight chill went down Jim’s spine seeing such determined eyes.
“Wow, you really are fucked up!”
“NU! NU! WIGHTNING NU AM BAD! DADDEH JIM AM! NU MATTAH WHA’ DESE BABBEHS AM GON HAB WOWSTES’ WIVES! D-… Dey nebba gon’ hab Sketti… Nebba gon’ habe happy famiwies… Nebba…”
As Jim looked at the Fluffy, his smile faded…
He got bored.
Raising his fist high above his head, Jim quickly dropped it down. The swing caused Lightning to flinch, expecting the attack was for him. As Lightning closed his eyes, he heard a ear deafening slam, then a shrill screech…
Something… Something sprayed across Lightning’s face…
Lightning was too afraid to open his eyes, but after another moment, Lightning relented. The stallion stared mortified at the carnage before him… Lightning was met with the destroyed body of the Dark-Green Filly, her face permanently twisted in agony and fear, her eyes milky white, her mouth, forced open, as the rest of her body was a smashed mix of innards and Fluff. Her limbs were snapped and gnarled. Her body wasn’t quite flat, more concave, as if someone dropped a fist shaped steel ball on a thing of putty, tears around the poor Filly’s muzzle made her fate even worse too look at.
The White Filly didn’t wish to look, It did not dare to see the fate of her late sister. Lightning on the other hand… His face was hollow… devoid of even fear.
“P-p-p-p-… P-p-p-pwease… N-nu huwt w-w-w-ittwe b-babbeh” Lightning begged, trembling, the deed had shell-shocked him, the agony that Filly was in moments before forever sleeping… No Foal should endure that, no, no Fluffy should have to endure that.
“Well, you can still save the white one… Up to you really…”
Lightning looked down at the poor Filly, tears streaming down her face, clinging as close as possible to the poor Stallion. Lightning hesitated again, of course he didn’t want to give special huggies to a Filly! But… Maybe living with a broken poopie-place was better than… What the Dark-Green Filly had just had to experience… The White Filly finally looked up at Lightning, It’s eyes a deep brown… Just like his.
“o-… ₒₜₐᵧ…”
“Good… Now get to it.”
Jim released the viced limb, letting Lightning get up, albeit shakily. His three hooves having to work harder now that one was destroyed. Lightning felt the White Filly fall on her rump as he got up. The White Filly peeped in confusion and fear, hastily rushing over to one of Lightning’s working legs, clinging to it tightly.
Lightning looked back to Jim, his face stern and harsh.
Lightning brought the Filly close, a quick hug, and an apology… Before he had to… ‘Save’ her…
Before Lightning could start, a loud knocking came from inside the house.
“California Sheriff’s Office… Anyone home?”
“FUCK!”
“Shit dude what do we do?!”
“WE?! Pfft! You mean you! This is your crap-hole!”
Jim rushed out back into the house, running who knows where. The Owner, taking a deep breath, calmly walked out of the garage door to meet the police.
Lightning saw the garage was now empty of Humans… Lightning took no time in picking up the Filly, and limping his way out of the house, hoping to find an exit. After nearly falling off a stack of boxes along the table he was thrown onto, Lightning, with the White Filly on his back now, limped quickly into the house. The knocking had stopped, and the Owner was talking to whoever it was, distracted.
As Lightning waddled down the hallway, he saw a flash of Green come up on his left. It was Jezebel! She hugged Lightning, who wanted nothing more than to cry and cry… But he couldn’t…
Not yet.
“Whewe can Wightning weabe thwu?!”
“Weabe? Why nyu Fwend wanweabe?!”
“Am sowwy, buh 'ou Daddeham musnta… Su was Wightning’s Daddeh…”
Lightning raises his broken leg.
After a few silent moments, Jezebel raised her eyes from the gnarled leg.
“… Fowwow Jezebew…”
Jezebel led Lightning and the Filly to her Safe-Room. While at first confused and wanting to yell at Jezebel, she revealed a Fluffy sized Door.
“Daddeh put doow dewe, su Jezzy can gu pway huntin’ game. Gu thwu dewe.”
“Fwend Jezebew am gud Fwuffy… Wan’ come wiff?”
“… Nu… Jezzy wub hew Daddeh… Nu awways a munsta… Jez owe it tu Daddeh tu stay hewe… Gu, befowe Daddeh cume in hewe…”
Lightning looked back a final time at Jez, her face was smiling, but Lightning could tell that she was sad to see him go.
Without another word, Lightning left, rushing out the Fluffy-Door and out to the backyard.
The backyard was huge, but more importantly it wasn’t gated off, and just a ways away were some buildings. Lightning looked to his back, the Filly’s eyes open and wide, looking right at Lightning.
“Peep!”
“Wets gu babbeh…”
Back inside the Safe-Room, Jezebel was… Well a puddle of Blood and Fluff.
Her mouth leaked boo-boo juice, her jaw broken and left in an unnatural angle. A large golf-club shaped dent in her side and head, and a bent 9-Iron on the floor of the Safe-Room.
Sitting on a Blood covered stool, the owner was on the phone.
“Yeah… No… Outside interference… I would fucking hope so… Sorry… Yes, one of the Foals from the successful round of testing was taken… The White one…Mustard mane… Brown eyes… Yep… Alright… Thank you sir… Uh, I think it was Yellow, had a Orange tuft of fur under it’s neck, Pegasus, Fucked up Leg… Oh and he had a four colored Mane… Yeah… Uh… Orange, Orange-ish? … Red and Blue… Okay, if that’s the call… Alright… Thank you sir…”
-Beep-
Dr. Davidson Teech got up from the stool. More infuriated that some fucking cheep ass breeder left him with the noise complaint. Heading to the Garage, he counted the foals who were still in their bins. checking their mutation charts, and food supplies.
Moving over to the table, Teech grabbed the destroyed Filly and placed her in a metal cookie tin he had laying around.
Teech looked down at his watch.
“10… 15… 20… 25…”
Opening up the tin again revealed a perfectly safe and happy Foal. A Foal who was utterly confused as to why it still lived.
“Guess the gene is about ready for the world anyways…”
Teech placed the Filly in a bin that a large Red label. ‘Success’ tossing it a treat Teech watched happily as the foal forgot about it’s death, it’s pain… Everything.
“Wait was this the one with four or two teats…”
Checking the Dark-Green Filly’s crotch to see two small bumps.
“Shit… I wanted a Milk Mare…”
“DADDEH DID 'OU KIWW JEZEBEWW AGAIN?!?!” Rang out from inside the House.
“Double shit…”
