Two weeks had passed for the brood pf rape foals. During that entire time all they new was pain and suffering. They had all started to grow manes and were even talking, but most of their talking was “why mummah nu wub babbeh? Am gud babbeh. Huuhuuhuu.” They would occasionally try to talk to each other in a desperate attempt to feel something besides sadness. When that happened, Luke separated them, leaving the light blue pegasus filly(that had turned out to be a flawless Rainbow Dash) all alone in the basement. She was all the bait he needed as the one alicorn filly was a perfect Luna and the other was apparently a slightly off Cadence fluffy. Both of them and their brothers were taken by Bob after much protesting from the cannibal loving sadist.
So now the filly was all alone in misery, no love or hugs were coming her way. All she could do was cry. Meanwhile, Luke had made sure to make a show about everything to his neighbor. He made sure the man knew where the foal was and even fed a lie about getting it stuffed by a taxidermist in a few weeks. Luke could tell that made Gregory furious. After Fern had effectively ruined his faux Rainbow Dash fluff, the idea that there was a perfect one not to far away, that was going to die, pissed him off. He offered Luke a large some of cash for the foal, but Luke just flipped him off and left.
That night, Luke heard someone breaking into his house. His security cameras caught the whole thing and the idiot left his face exposed. While he could simply have shot the intruder and be done with it, he wanted to make the man suffer a bit more. He watched as Jenkins “stealthed” his way down to the basement and took the entire incubator with him. The idiot was at least smart enough not to fuck with things in a low light environment that could kill the foal he wanted. Luke figured he would wait until the man was home before calling the cops.
Gregory had just gotten back home after his breaking and entering. He was sure no one saw him and had been careful to avoid the cameras on the outside of the house, well what he thought were the cameras. He entered the saferoom which contained a very well beaten and pillowed Monet. Everything would be better now that he had a foal from his prized fluffy’s last litter.
The foal who just woke up and only knew humans as monsters started to scream upon seeing Greg. The only human she knew called her bad names and beat her every day(with a very weak sorry stick). All she wanted was to run away, but she couldn’t move her legs properly as they were stuck in the immobilizer. Then she heard a pop and hiss as Greg pressed the release button for her shit cork. Then he opened up the incubator and removed her from it.
The second he set her down, she tried to run away. Only to trip and fall over her own legs immediately. She never walked before and her legs were pretty atrophied. They weren’t completely ruined, thanks to all the wiggling they did while suspended. The second Greg went to help her all she could say was, “pwease munstah, nu huwt babbeh. Babbeh nu knu why am bad babbeh, buh wiww be gud. Pwomish.”
“I’m not going to hu-”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” His touch was delicate, but touching her made her scream at the top of her lungs. He had touched her very sore rump that had received weeks of beatings. “Pwease nu huwties! Babbeh sowwy! Babbeh Sowwy!”
“God, what did that monster do to you. I’ll take you to a vet and have them look at you.” Without thinking Greg put her in a small pet carrier and took her to the local 24hr vet. The police arrived about 5 minutes after he left to go to Fluffway. If he knew she was chipped then he wouldn’t have taken her to a place that legally scans every fluffy that is brought in. The second he walked into Fluffway he made a beeline to the on call vet. They immediately raised their eyebrows at the fabricated story that he “found” a perfect Rainbow Dash in an alleyway. After scanning her, they noted the “stolen” tag next to her info in the database. Not wanting to cause a scene, the vet simply said the chip was corrupted and said some bullshit about needing to run some tests in the back. Greg, being the living incarnation of stupidity, believed them as the vet took the foal to the back and called the police.
It didn’t take long for them to get there, and Luke was following quickly behind. They handed the foal off to him as it screamed in terror about who it was just handed to. Greg immediately tried to break free and reach for an officer’s gun. All this led to was Greg getting a bullet through his chest. The man breathed his last breath while Luke smiled down at him.
Meanwhile, Monet sat alone in his saferoom. Some men came in and took the incubator but left him. No one would ever come for him. He would never get to see his child or daddeh. All he could do was die a slow death from starvation.
Luke held the small foal in his living room and gave it some soft pets. This little one had fulfilled her purpose. “Well, I guess you’ll need a name at least.”
“M-munstah gib babbeh namsies?”
“I’m not a monster, you were a very bad baby. You deserved everything you got.”
“Buh wha’ did babbeh du?”
Luke looked down at the foal, “the truth is, you were the result of your fluffy daddeh giving your fluffy mummah the worst owwies imaginable.” The little foal gasps. “That’s why your mother doesn’t love you or your siblings. You were a mistake.”
“Buh babbeh nebah asked tu be bown.” That was the line that actually stung Luke deep down. He remembered using it when his mother would beat him as a child. Luke clutched his head with his free hand at the realization that he was becoming his mother. He then thought of everything he did to Dolly’s foals and began to cry.
