Her name was Miss Murkham
Meticulous Murkham they called her
A woman of obsessive behavior
A woman of eccentric taste
A woman of wicked nature
The owner of three unfortunate Fluffies.
Her first Fluffy was named Prince
Stallion
Pegasus
Light beige fur
Blonde mane & tail
Bought from an official Hasbio Fluffmart store.
His colors reminded her of her ex-boyfriend
Skin color and hair.
He was the one to leave her.
She thought Prince could replace him.
For a while Prince actually did.
Until Prince wanted a special friend.
Threw a tantrum and everything.
What? She was not good enough for him?
This needed to be corrected.
Her second Fluffy was named Paladin
Mare
Unicorn
Hot pink fur
Black mane & tail
Adopted from a local Hugbox Fluffy shelter.
Same colors as that slutâs cheerleader uniform.
The one her boyfriend used to goon for.
Slut had a little brother she adored.
Paladin was exactly the same.
So she adopted the little brother too.
Then had him put down and stuffed.
That really broke Paladin.
Good. Hard to love a downer.
She knew this from personal experience.
Her third Fluffy was named Picaro
Mare
Pegasus Earthie
Dark brown fur
Blonde Blue mane & tail
Taken from a nearby Horrid Filthy streetside.
Same attitude as that bitch delinquent.
The one that used to flirt with her boyfriend.
Fluffy was a bully like that bitch.
But she already had a Blonde Pegasus.
Snip snip those tiny wings off.
Dyed the mane and tail with reeking paint.
That really enraged Picaro.
Good. Anger was toxic.
She knew this fact very well.
One boy and two girls of no relations, sharing the same home.
Both girls rendered infertile.
Her boyfriend would have loved it.
Prince did too.
But Prince would soon find that this was not paradise.
No pleasure.
Only punishment.
Here in Murkhamâs Domain.
This could only ever end one way.
âMummah? Mummah⌠pwease wub Pwince gainsie.â
Miss Murkham was in her living room watching the telly boredly as she sat on the sofa.
âMummah! Mummah! Nu ignow Pwince! Pwince wub yu mummah! Mummah!â
Miss Murkham ignored her dear little Fluffy, turning up the volume of the telly slightly, pretending to drown out his pleas. She maintained eye contact on the television, noting Princeâs inability to climb up the sofa from the corner of her eye.
âPwease Mummah! Wub Pwince gainsie! Nee huggies n wuv! Pwease Mummah!â
Miss Murkham eyed the Fluffy. Admiring the adorable Hasbio âMy Little Princeâ outfit he was wearing. His face lit up as their eyes met, but then she looked back at the telly and heard a low, disappointed whine from her little darling.
âMummah⌠Pwease Mummah⌠Pwince wub yu.â
âHmmm⌠What about your special friends? Why donât you ask them for wub?â
Another low disappointed whine. She eyed Prince again.
Head down low.
Saddened eyes.
Flattened ears.
Body compact to make himself seem smaller.
Tail tucked between his legs.
The guilt was evident.
Time to exploit it.
âWhat?â She asked harshly.
Her Fluffy jolted slightly and made another soft whimper.
âMummah⌠Pwince⌠Pwince sowwi⌠Pwease wub⌠Pwease Pwince gainsie MummahâŚâ
It was adorable, but Miss Murkhan maintained her cold gaze, watching silently as Prince desperately tried to climb the sofa and reach her.
âPwease mummah⌠Pwease wub Pwince gainsie.â
âHuh? Why do you need my wub? You have your special friend for that. Two of them actually, and I seem to recall that YOU threw quite the tantrum because I wouldnât get you those special friends. YOU really hurt me when you did that.â
She maintained eye contact with Prince, watching as the guilt overcame him.
Soft sobbing noises.
Posture down low.
Head touching the floor.
Tearful eyes maintaining eye contact.
âPwince⌠hu hu⌠Pwince sowwi Mummah⌠nu mean⌠hu hu⌠nu mean tu gib huwties⌠huuuu⌠Pwease fowgib Pwince⌠huuu⌠Pwince wub Mummah.â
âIâm trying to watch the telly Prince. Go get your special friends to give you wub.â
Miss Murkham watched as Prince got on his hooves and slowly walked away.
Head down low.
Hooves and tail dragging.
Soft sobbing noises.
Sorrowful eyes.
He walked up to the corner and faced the wall. No doubt self-inflicted punishment as an attempt to redeem himself. Miss Murkham ignored him, watching the telly and letting Prince stew in his own self-loathing for a little bit, while she calmed herself down and hid her satisfied smile.
âHu hu hu⌠dummeh Pwince⌠hu hu hu⌠nu desewbe wub⌠hu hu huâŚâ
Miss Murkham let this go on for a few more seconds, before getting off the sofa and walking toward Prince. Her Fluffy turned around slightly, staring at her with remorseful eyes, yet not daring to move from his spot. Miss Murkham made a loving smile, as she knelt down and stroked his mane gently, observing as Prince went from uncertain to shocked to relieved.
Soft coo-ing noises.
The words âwub mummahâ interjected involuntarily.
Eyed closed.
Body relaxed.
Tail wagging slightly.
Miss Murkham continued to dote on her dear Fluffy before getting back on her feet, eliciting a disappointed whine from Prince.
âNow then, letâs bring you back to your safe room. Iâm sure your special friends want to play with you, right?â
âNu mummah! Nu wan! Wan pway wit Mummah! Wan wub n huggies fo mummah!â
âHuh? Then why did YOU ask me to get YOU some special friends? Remember the tantrum YOU threw because I didnât want to get YOU special friends?â
A low, uncomfortable whine. Miss Murkham responded with an icy glare.
âWhatâs wrong Prince? Donât you remember our conversation? Remember how I told YOU that I could give you all the love YOU would ever need? Do you remember what YOU said afterwards? What YOU did?â
Miss Murkham eyed the Fluffy
Head down low.
Eyes refusing to make direct contact.
Body compact.
Right hind leg tapping nervously on the floor.
It was clear that Prince knew.
âWell Prince? What did YOU do?â
Another low uncomfortable whine, but Miss Murkham maintained her icy gaze.
âWell Prince? Do you remember what YOU did?â
âPwince⌠Pwince ge⌠ge angwy⌠NâŚ. N⌠huuuu sa⌠Nu wub Mummah⌠Ib⌠Ib Mummah nu gib hu hu⌠specaw fwen.â
âThatâs right. YOU said you wouldnât love me simply because I didnât want to give you a special friend. If my love is so worthless to you that you would throw it without much thought, I donât understand why you want it now. Especially since you have TWO special friends.â
Once again. Another low uncomfortable whine.
âPwince⌠Pwince⌠huuuuuuâŚ. Pwince⌠hu hu hu⌠Pwince sowwi Mummah⌠Ju⌠Ju⌠hu hu hu⌠Sowwi Mummah⌠Sowwi Mummah⌠hu hu hu⌠Pwince nee Mummah wub n huggies⌠Nu⌠Nu⌠huuuu⌠Nu mean tu sa meanie wordies⌠hu hu huâŚ.â
Miss Murkham nodded with approval, feeling satisfied with the results. The stick had been applied properly. Now it was time to give her adorable little Fluffy the carrot. She scooped up the sobbing mess and cuddled him softly. Prince once again surprised but soon relieved, physically easing with her arms.
âTa⌠tank yu Mummah⌠huuu⌠Pwince⌠Pwince wub yu Mummah.â
Miss Murkham smiled with satisfaction and gently stroked Princeâs mane with a satisfied smile.
âI love you too, baby.â
The effects of her action were immediately noticeable.
Body relaxing in her grasp.
Head buried in her bosom.
Soft coo-ing noises mixed with âwub Mummahâ.
Legs clinging to her tightly.
Tail wagging.
Her love was important to him.
As it should be.
âTank yu Mummah⌠Pwince wub yu⌠Wub Mummah⌠coo coo ⌠wub mummah⌠wub⌠Pwince wub Mummah.â
Miss Murkham remained silent. Such a sweet little creature. Truth was, she had no qualms about his tantrums. Cute things were all the more adorable with the right amount of cheekiness. It was just the request. That goddamn SELFISH request. A special friend? She was giving all of her love to him. ALL OF IT. Yet apparently it wasnât enough? The way he would look at that slut of a cheerleader. Leering all over that fat ass and huge tits. Flirting with that bitch delinquent. He always did like the attention. FUCKING MAN-WHORE. Weak-willed, three-timing harlot⌠She still loved him though.
âMu⌠Mummah?â
Miss Murkham looked down. She had forgotten about the Fluffy in her arms.
Nervous eyes.
Body compact.
Legs clinging tighter.
Mouth trembling.
He was scared again.
As he should be.
Suddenly Miss Murkham was thinking that the stick wasnât enough. Both her ex and Prince were always such charmers. They knew how to use their looks and personality to get their way, but she had grown smarter to their methods, and much less forgiving.
âMu⌠Mummah?â
Miss Murkham placed Prince back on the floor, causing the Fluffy to panic.
âMUMMAH?! MUMMAH?! WAI PUT PWINCE DOWNSIE?! Wan gud uppsie gainsie! Gud uppsie pwease!â
âShush Prince, youâre being much too loud.â
Another low whimper, and Miss Murkham noticed Prince covering his mouth with his forehooves. So adorable.
âSo⌠Sowwi Mummah, nu mean tu be woud⌠ju⌠juâŚâ
âLetâs go back to your safe room.â
âNu! Nu! Nu wan gu sabe woom! Wan sta wit Mummah n gib wub n huggies tu Mummah!â
âHuh?! What about YOUR special friends? Arenât they for wub n huggies? Thatâs why YOU threw that tantrum before, right?â
Another low, guilty whine. Prince adopting the meek posture once again. Miss Murkham just sneered.
âWhat? YOUâRE the one who threw the tantrum. Not me, remember? YOUâRE the one who wanted those other girls for⌠special huggies n wub. YOUâRE the one who wasnât happy with my love alone!â
A soft, sorrowful whine
Head down low in shame
Body trying to be as small as possible.
Tearful eyes.
âSo⌠Sowwi Mummah⌠hu hu hu Bu⌠BuâŚâ
âSafe room. NOW!â
More low whining. Miss Murkham looked at him with indifference, watching as he slowly trotted to his safe room with his head down low.
âMummah⌠nu⌠hu hu hu⌠Mummah nu wub⌠huuuuu Pwince anymo⌠hu hu hu⌠Am huuuu⌠aww Pwince fauwt ⌠hu hu huâŚâ
Miss Murkham said nothing as she walked behind Prince. Remaining absolutely silent for the six minutes it took for Prince to walk out of the living room, through the hallway, into his safe room, and onto his Hasbio 'Ultra-deluxe, temperature-regulated, flora-scented, super-softâ Fluffy bed. The Fluffy sobbing softly as he curled up miserably on his bed. Miss Murkham stared at him with indifference.
âWhatâs going on? Why arenât you talking with your special friends, Prince?â
âHu hu hu⌠Nu⌠nu feews⌠huuuuuu wike mak tawkies wit⌠wit⌠huuuuuu⌠specaw fwens.â
âWhy? I seem to recall that was all YOU wanted at one point. Remember?â
Prince didnât respond. He looked away in shame, yet Murkham felt a twinge of annoyance.
âPrince!â
Prince looked back at her with a miserable frown.
âAnswer me!â She said harshly.
For a second Prince was silent, but then she saw it. Anger. Prince suddenly leapt to his hooves and jumped out of the bed, staring at Miss Murkham with angry eyes and a slight pout.
âPWINCE NU WIKE SPECAW FWENS!â
Miss Murkham remained silent, watching as Prince stomped his hooves angrily, spinning about in a fit of rage.
âNU WIKE SPECAW FWEN! NU WIKE! WAN MUMMAH GAINSIE! WAN MUMMAH WUB! NU WAN SPECAW FWEN! WAN MUMMAH! WAN MUMMAH! WAI MUMMAH NU GIB WUB NU MOWE! IZ NU FAIW! NU FAIW!â
Prince continued stomping angrily, twirling and jumping in a rage-fueled frenzy. It lasted about ten seconds, before the fatigue caught up, and Prince laid on the floor a miserable mess.
âNu faiw⌠hu hu hu⌠Pwease wub Pwince gainsie Mummah hu hu hu⌠Pwease⌠huuuu⌠Pwince sowwi Mummah⌠hu hu Pwease wub.â
Miss Murkham stared at him coldly.
âSo first you threw a tantrum about not having a special friend, and now youâre throwing a tantrum about having a special friend. I donât understand Prince, YOU told me my love is not good enough and YOU wanted a special friend. Now youâre complaining about not having any of my love, when YOU have TWO special friends.â
Another low whine.
Head laid on the floor.
Tearful eyes looking downcast.
Miss Murkham made a sigh of disappointment. One loud enough for Prince to hear and feel guilty about. Her Fluffy was rubbing his face so much onto the cushion, carpeted floor that it was like he was trying to bury his face in the ground.
âWhy exactly donât you like your special friends?â
Prince was silent at first, but then got back on his hooves with a somewhat hopeful look.
âNu wike⌠Pwince⌠specaw fwen gib Pwince worstest heawt huwties.â
âThey hurt your feelings?â
Prince nodded.
âPawadin⌠awways⌠awways cwy! Awways teww Prince dat dummeh Fwuffy huggie toysie am wittle bwuddah n awways miss wittle bwuddah n awways cwy n awways gib Pwince heawt huwties. Nu wike! Nu wike! huuuuuuu⌠N⌠N⌠Picawo am biggest meanie ebah! Awways caww Prince dummeh caw Pwince hab wingies n hab smeww pwetty mane⌠Nu undewstan! Nu wike! Nu wike!â
Miss Murkham knelt down and gave Prince an understanding nod. She stroked his mane gently and once again Prince looked surprised.
âMummah⌠wub Pwince gainsie?â
âHuh? I remember YOU didnât need my love, YOU wanted special friends, right?â
Prince stared at her in disbelief, before stomping his fore left hoof on the floor in frustration.
âNu! Nu! Wan Mummah wub! Wan! Pwince⌠Pwince am dummeh! Nu wan specaw fwen nu mowe! Wan Mummah! Wan Mummah!â
âWell too bad. YOU wanted special friends. Now YOU have special friends. They are here now, so you canât take back YOUR actions. YOU threw a tantrum over not having a special friend. YOU said my love wasnât enough. YOU now have special friends to give you ALL the love you want. I donât know why youâre complaining.â
âBU⌠BUâŚâ
âI mean this is what all special friends are like. Didnât you know Prince? They all either cry all the time or theyâre just plain mean. This is what YOU wanted.â
âWAH!? PWINCE⌠Pwince dun⌠Dun kno! Hu hu hu⌠Pwease Mummah! Nu wan specaw fwen nu mowe, wan Mummah! Wan Mummah wubsie!â
âWell thatâs too bad Prince. I got you two special friends, like YOU wanted. They are here now, like YOU wanted. Now you can give them all the wub n specaw huggies, like YOU wanted.â
âBu⌠bu⌠nu wan specaw fwen anymow.â
âWell they are here now. You canât take back what YOU demanded anymore. YOU wanted special friends for wuv n huggies even though you had a mummah who gives you ALL her love, so now you have your special friends and since my love wasnât enough before, why should I bother having to give you any now?â
Prince began to hug her leg tightly. Sobbing.
âHu hu hu Pwease Mummah⌠hu hu huuuuu Pwince⌠huuuuuu Pwince sowwi⌠hu hu huuuuuu hu hu hu Nu wan specaw fwen⌠Nu wan⌠Wan Mummah bac gainsie⌠Nu mean tu⌠hu hu hu Nu⌠Wan Mummah wub⌠hu hu hu Wan MummahâŚâ
Miss Murkham ignored her sobbing Fluffy as she scanned the saferoom. A top tier Fluffy saferoom, an expensive purchase from Hasbio but it was worth it for her little Prince. Pastel colored walls with thick cushioned lining. The floors, carpeted and lined with extra soft cushioning. A massive box filled to the brim with all sorts of Hasbio Fluffy toys, requested from Prince with each edition of Hasbioâs monthly accessory catalogue, and the numerous ads shown on TV. Plus the saferoom playground set. A Fluffy-sized slide, roundabout, tunnel and play pit. All of this for her little Prince⌠and his concubines.
Miss Murkham turned to a corner of the room, where the courtesans resided. There were two objects in that corner. An open doll house and a cardboard box. The open doll house had been purchased at a garage sale, modified and repurposed to serve as a bed for Paladin and her stuffed doll of a little brother. Meanwhile the cardboard box had been gotten from a recycling center, along with some newspapers, a ratty pillow and foam to serve as a bed for Picaro. Canât let her forget her roots.
Picaro wasnât in her bed right now. She was in the sorry box in the basement for attempting to assault Prince, but Paladin was in her bed, like most days. The wretched pig pony didnât do much beyond eating, sleeping and relieving herself in the litterbox. It was hard to be happy when the little brother she loved so dearly had been taken away in a snap, and stuffed to serve as a permanent reminder of her loss. The only thing keeping Paladin from falling into the Wan Die loop was the little lie that if she kept hoping enough, her little brother would return. Just the perfect balance of misery and hope, but now it was time for some motivation. Time to really make Prince regret his words.
âPALADIN COME HERE RIGHT NOW!â
The pig pony stared at Miss Murkham with wide-eyes and quickly scrambled out of the dollhouse. Meanwhile, Prince had stopped hugging her leg.
âMu⌠mummah?â Prince asked with a hint of alarm.
Miss Murkham ignored him and glared at Paladin as she ran over.
âPawadin am hewe Mu- Missy Muwkham.â
Miss Murkham stared at the putrid pink pig pony with her little horn and her black mane and tail. Dressed in that blue gingham doll dress she had gotten in a discount store and modified for pig pony use. Did nothing to hide her teats though. NASTY SLUT walking around with her tits out.. Miss Murkham couldnât help but sneer as she looked at the vile thing with disgust, but her attention was diverted to Prince who was tapping her leg in quite the nervous panic.
âPwease Mummah! Nu g-â
âPALADIN! Prince here told me that you were giving him heawt hurties, because you cry too much. I adopted you from the shelter because Prince wanted YOU, and you give him heawt huwties as thanks?â
âMummah! Mummah! Pwince nu m-â
âQuiet Prince! Bad Fluffies donât interrupt Mummah when sheâs talking to others.â
Miss Murkham eyed Prince coldly. Her Fluffy shrinking under her gaze. She didnât have to say anything more. She knew he wouldnât dare. The risk of being labelled a Bad Fluffy was far too great. Especially with his current relationship with his Mummah. Good. That allowed her to have an uninterrupted chat with Paladin.
She turned back to the pig pony. Quiet and still. Despite her disdain, Miss Murkham had to admit, Paladin was quite a good Fluffy, obedient despite everything, docile. Surprising for a shelter adoption, but then again⌠That cheerleader was always such a prim and perfect slut. Everyone loved her. She was like the sun, while Murkham was nothing more than a shadow in her presence. God how she hated⌠her.
âWell Paladin? Donât you have anything to say, you FILTHY SLUT?â
Paladin winced slightly, but maintained eye contact. She was always so brave. Defending her⌠even against those bullies. Miss Murkham sighed, and took a deep breath. She was being unstable again. Losing her composure. Just because Paladinâs colors reminded herâŚ
âIâm only doing this because PRINCE says youâre giving him heawt huwties.â
Before either Prince or Paladin could say anything, Miss Murkham walked up to Paladinâs doll house bed and grabbed her stuffed little brother.
âNU GIB WITTLE BWUDDAH MO HUWTIES!â
Paladin sprinted faster than any Fluffy had ever run, and clung to Miss Murkhamâs leg.
âPWEASE! PWEASE MUMMAH! NU GIB WITTLE BWUDDAH HUWTIES! PWEASE! PAWADIN PWOMISE NEBAH GIB PWINCE HEAWT HUWTIES EBAH GAINSIE!â
âIâm not your mother, Iâm Miss Murkham you pretentious whore, and this is the ONLY way you will learn.â
Miss Murkham ignored Paladin, desperately biting her socks, as she laid the stuffed Fluffy on the table. She looked back at Prince, who had not moved from his spot.
Head down low in shame.
Eyes meek and tired.
Legs defensive.
Miss Murkham turned back to the stuffed Fluffy and grabbed some pins. She showed the pins to Paladin, the putrid pig pony began to panic even further.
âNU HUWTIES! NU HUWTIES! WITTLE BWUDDAH AM ONWY WITTLE BABBEH!â
Miss Murkham smirked and began sticking needles into the stuffed Fluffy. The plush doll making a squeak with every stuck pin. A noise that Paladin believed was a sign of pain.
âNUUUUUUUUU!â
squeak
âNU MUMMMAH! NU MUMMAH!â
squeak
âPWEEEEEASEEEEE!â
squeak
âHuuuuuuuu Nu mowe huwties fo wittle bwuddah!â
squeak
âPwease Mummah⌠Pwease⌠huuu⌠nu mowe huwties for wittle Bwuddah⌠gib⌠gib huwties tu Pawadin pwease⌠huuuuu⌠nu wittle bwuddah nu mowe.â
squeak
âHuuuuu hu hu hu Pawadin sowwi⌠Sowwi Mu⌠Sowwi Missy Muwkham⌠huuuu.â
squeak
Miss Murkham looked down at Paladin. The pink pig pony had lost all fight and was reduced to a sobbing mess, begging softly to replace her little brother. Her long deceased little brother, who felt none of this punishment⌠She always was such a stupid slut.
Miss Murkham turned back to Prince.
Head down in shame.
Ears down low.
Tearful eyes.
Body compact, trying to make himself look small.
âPrince! Come here.â
Prince tenses up, slowly walking up to her.
âY⌠Yus⌠Mummah?â
âThere Paladin has been punished for giving YOU heart hurties. Now you two can hug it out.â
âPwince nu m-â
âWhat was that? You want to talk back to Mummah after YOU threw the tantrum asking for special friends. After YOU complained that your special friends were giving you heart hurties. After YOU said my love alone was not good enough.â
Another low whimper.
Head down low.
Regretful eyes.
Small, trembling body.
âWell Prince, what are you waiting for? Paladin has been sufficiently punished for giving YOU heart hurties. Now you can give her all the wubs and hugs YOU want.â
Miss Murkham watched as Prince approached Paladin nervously. Observing silently as her Fluffy attempted to nuzzle the distressed pig pony. Paladin continued to sob, hugging her stuffed little brother tighter, whilst Prince stood next to her awkwardly.
âPALADIN! You stupid slut, Prince is trying to give you a hug.â
Both looked at her with terror, then Paladin nodded. The pig pony dropped her stuffed sibling hesitantly before turning to Prince. For a split second Miss Murkham saw it. A twinge of anger on Paladinâs face, but the fear quickly came back and she hugged Prince as best as she could. She looked back at Prince.
Forelegs not fully stretched.
Eyes looking away guilty.
Body trembling slightly.
He was hating this. Good. Time to hit home.
âAll okay now Prince? Itâs the hugs and wub YOU wanted so much. No more heart hurties YOU were complaining about, right?â
Prince made a soft, distressed whimper as he continued to awkwardly hug Paladin, and Miss Murkham offered the two her kindest smile.
âGood! Prince, now that youâve made up with Paladin, time for that wub YOU wanted so much. Why not go to Paladinâs bed for some special huggies. Donât mind me, I have to check on Picaro in the basement. Now go off you two.â
Miss Murkham watched as her Fluffy and the pig pony slowly trotted over to Paladinâs dollhouse home. It was obvious that both were far too miserable for special huggies, but it didnât matter. Even if Prince was horny enough, Paladin was spayed. No foals to bring the two closer. Still⌠this feeling of dissatisfaction. Miss Murkham eyed the stuffed sibling left behind. She picked it up casually and removed the pins.
âHey Paladin. You forgot your little brother.â
The pig pony stared at her and before she could react, Miss Murkham threw the stuffed sibling at the doll house with as much force as she could. Missing the dollhouse completely and hitting the wall beside it.
squeak
âWITTLE BWUDDAH!â
Paladin made a mad dash for stuffed sibling, Prince followed slowly behind with a look of confusion. Miss Murkham quickly exited the safe room, taking great care to hide her evil smile.
This feeling of twisted satisfaction lasted all the way to the basement, up until she walked up to a big metal sorry box, placed on a sturdy wooden table, and locked eyes with a certain arrogant, loud-mouthed shit rat.
âWET PICAWO OUTSIE WITE NAO!â
Miss Murkham sneered. Arrogant shit rat bitch mare. She grabbed a wooden spoon and began to smack the side of the box.
CLANG CLANG CLANG
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ
Miss Murkham smiled ever so slightly and peered into the sorry box. For a second she saw fear in Picaroâs eyes, then the shit ratâs rage took control.
âNU MOWE WOUD NOISE HUWTIES DUMMEH HOOMAN! WET PICAWO OUTSIE DUMMEH SOWWI BOXIE WITE NAO!â
Miss Murkham shrugged and opened the sorry box door. Before Picaro could say anything, she grabbed the shit rat by the mane and pulled her out.
âBAD UPSIESCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.â
As the idiotic bully bestest bitch mare shit rat squirmed and screeâd under her firm grasp. Miss Murkham took a second to admire how stupid the shit rat looked. The brown Pegasus Earthie with a neon blue mane & tail. Dressed in a dirty, used baby outfit that she had found abandoned in some box next to a bin. Weirdly, there were also new diapers in the same box. Same ones Picaro was currently wearing. It certainly made the shit rat a lot more amusing to look at, but Miss Murkham was more focused on the mane, noticing stands of blonde amidst the dyed blue. She would have to think of coloring the shit ratâs mane and tail again⌠or she could shave it all off.
Miss Murkham tossed the shit rat back on the table and walked away. Aside from the sorry box, the table was empty and much too high for Picaro to get down, so the shit rat could only trot about, looking around for escape. Meanwhile, Miss Murkham pulled out a BB gun from one of her large drawers. A 1911 Gaile pistol. It belonged to her ex. He always was such a BB firearm enthusiast. She tried to get interested. For his sake, but her efforts were never enough. SHE WAS NEVER ENOUGH.
She filled the BB gun with gas and loaded plastic pellets, then she aimed the airgun at the shit rat with a cold, vengeful look. Picaro immediately knew what followed and began to run in a circle with panicked eyes.
âNU HUWTIES MEANIE HOOMAN! NU HUWTIES!â
pop
The pellet missed the shit rat by an inch, harmless hitting a wall, but Picaro had not noticed and was still running around in a circle. Miss Murkham took aim again.
pop
âNU HUWTIES!â
A solid hit to the right foreleg, causing Picaro to tumble and bleed, but Miss Murkham showed no mercy. She aimed for the soft underbelly with a cruel smile and let loose.
pop pop pop pop pop
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The plastic pellets hit their mark. The stung, but did not penetrate, leaving Picaro in pain, yet nothing more. Miss Murkham grinned with savage delight as she fired more shots.
pop pop pop pop pop
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Such a sweet sound. The agonizing screeches of that bitch delinquent. Payback for years spent⌠Miss Murkham aimed the airgun right at Picaroâs face. Aiming for her right eye. She observed the shit rat carefully.
Forelegs defending her head.
The unmistakable fear in her eyes.
Body trembling violently.
The diapers filled to the brim with waste.
The soft, pleading whimpers.
âN⌠n⌠nu mowe huwties pwease⌠nice wady⌠am onwy wittle Fwuffy⌠n⌠n dun nu bettah⌠P⌠pwease⌠Fwuffy am onwy fo huggies n⌠wuv.â
Miss Murkham pointed the airgun away and smiled. How utterly gratifying⌠Just a little more. She aimed the airgun at the soft belly once more and before Picaro could get a word in.
pop pop pop click
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The magazine had been emptied. That was enough firearm fun for today. Miss Murkham walked back to the closet and carefully stored her memorabilia for another day. She turned back to Picaro, the little shit rat sobbing gently. The terrified look Picaro made as she approached was so utterly amusing, but the enjoyment was fleeting as Picaroâs diaper suddenly burst, and all the shit ratâs excrement began to leak out on the table.
Fortunately Miss Murkham had the good sense to lay a heavy duty plastic cover over the table beforehand, but the filth was still quite a repulsive sight and the stink was nauseating. She looked at the shit rat with a mix of contempt and disgust and clicked her tongue in annoyance.
âI knew you had little self-control, you disgusting bitch, but I didnât think that applied to your bowels as well.â
Picaro offered no retort, only whining in an irritating manner, as she looked down in shame. Miss Murkham scoffed in disdain and walked up to another closet and pulled out cleaning supplies.
A heavy duty rubber bucket.
A thick black garbage bag
A pair of rubber cleaning gloves.
A box of disposable kitchen towels.
A Hasbio âOopsie Bad Poopsieâ scooper.
A bottle of disinfectant alcohol.
A bottle of bleach.
A box of ragged cloth.
As she waited for the bucket in the basement sink to fill with water she got everything else ready, placing the rest of the cleaning supplies on a separate table. She put on the cleaning gloves and spread the trash bag. Finishing just in time to stop water, adding bleach at a 1:16 ratio. She then used the Hasbio scooper to collect the feces and discard them in the trash, ignoring the whimpering shit rat. The kitchen towels were used to soak up the urine then disposed of the soiled tissue in the trash. Followed by the unusable diaper. Then she grabbed the shit rat and laid her on her back.
âNU HUWTIES!â
These feelings of revulsion and pure raw rage. The bitch actually had the gall to make such demands. The sheer audacity of this bully to actually demand not to be bullied. The utter ridiculousness would have been amusing were it not so infuriating. So⌠She had only turned Picaro over on her back so she wouldnât get in the way of cleaning, but no. Nope. Little bitch had just blown the come kick me whistle and who was Miss Murkham to deny this stupid, ignorant bitch a good beating?
Miss Murkham soaked a ragged cloth in the bleach solution. Then she began to clean the excrement stains that remained on the plastic. She eyed Picaro, the shit rat squirming and squealing as she tried to get on her feet, yet unable to because she was just a stupid, little bitch.
Miss Murkham looked at the ragged cloth in her hands. Blue fabric, with stains of brown and yellow, lathered in bleach. Without warning she pressed the cloth on Picaroâs snout.
âWa-NU HUW-Mphfggghhhhâ
The shit rat squealed and squirmed all the more violently, as Miss Murkham firmly held the tainted cloth over her snout. After two seconds, she removed the cloth and threw it in the trash, observing Picaro coldly. The shit rat coughed a bit then writhed about in fear and frustration. It was clear that the shit rat was desperately trying to get back on her feet, but failing due to her form. Miss Murkham ignored her squeals, soaking another cloth in the bleach solution, and using it to clean the table, before suffocating Picaro with the cloth again.
âNU! NU! NU! N-Mphfggggghhhhâ
A feeling of elatement. Miss Murkham had to admit, it was quite satisfying smothering the shit rat for a few seconds and she removed the cloth, the fear in Picaroâs eyes was delightful. She discarded the cloth and grabbed another, noting Picaro raising her forelegs defensively. She raised the cloth, which immediately triggered the shit rat.
âPipipipipipipipipipipiâ
Miss Murkham grinned.
âIâm only doing this because you hurt Pr-â
She stopped. That was a bold faced lie. She smirked and leaned down to Picaroâs ear, noting the smell of bleach from the shit ratâs fur.
âWanna know the truth Picaro? I didnât choose you for Prince, I chose you because of the way you treated your herd. Alpha bitch shit. You and your stupid ass lickers, bullying the rest of your herd to submissions. I watched you crush that Alicorn and shit on that Brown Fluffy. Hah, but this ainât about them. Truth is, you just remind me of that delinquent bitch and I just knew that I had to take you in⌠AND MAKE THE REST OF YOUR SHITTY LIFE FUCKING HELL!â
Before Picaro could react, Miss Murkham grabbed the shit rat by the mane and dunked her in the bucket. The shit rat struggled so desperately that Miss Murkham couldnât help but chuckle. She pulled the shit rat out of the bucket, smiling with satisfaction, as the shit rat was still very much alive.
âGod you know what? I was going to bring you back to Prince and beat you brutally in front of him as punishment for hurting him, but FUCK THAT. Thatâs what Paladinâs for. You? YOU⌠HA HA HA HA HA HA⌠WE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN BITCH!â
Two hands clasped in the air, Miss Murkham smashed them both down on the shit ratâs stomach, hearing a lovely crack as Picaroâs ribs shattered under these instruments of absolute karma in flesh form.
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ
Miss Murkham grabbed the shit rat by the tail and used Picaro like a flail. She flings the shit rat high in the air, before smashing the shit rat back onto the table.
THUD
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ
THUD
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ
CRACK
Miss Murkham stopped at that peculiar sound and looked at Picaro. By some cruel miracle the shit rat was still alive and conscious, but the snout had been twisted at an unnatural angle. She looked at Picaroâs eyes. Bloodshot and fearful. Miss Murkham had to wonder if those were her eyes she had, when that delinquent bitch beat her so badly that she thought she would die.
How gratifying.
Miss Murkham chuckled, and grabbed Picaroâs right rear leg. The shit rat was no longer able to squeal due to her broken snout. Maybe also a damaged larynx. Whatever the reason, it allowed Miss Murkham some peace and quiet, as she pulled on the leg.
Strongly.
Slowly.
Sadistically.
The shit rat knew what she was doing and was desperately trying to stop her, batting her hand with her forehooves and trying to kick with her other rear hoof, but it was like trying to stop the hand of god. A meaningless and futile attempt to evade fate. Picaro was just a shit rat in a world where shit rats were no longer fun. Just pest that littered the streets with their filth, their waste, their spawn and their noises. NothâŚ
RIP
Like pulling a chicken leg from the body. The right rear leg came off with just enough force. The blood came spurting out. She observed as Picaro began foaming in the mouth. Eyes rolled up. Spasming. This feeling of fleeting amusement. Such disappointment. Shit rats were such fragile things.
âWanna know the truth? I donât care much for any Fluffies aside from Prince. I certainly didnât care about that Alicorn you smashed or that Poopie shit you shat on. This ainât some Fluffy justice shit. I just wanted to hurt you so bad because you had the same cocky, arrogant face as that stupid bitch.â
Picaro did not respond. It was clear that the shit rat was deceased. Miss Murkham took a deep breath and calmed down, cleaning the remaining excrement and blood, as well as discarding the corpse in the trash bag. Before finalizing the job with a spray of disinfecting alcohol. Satisfied with the clean state of the table, she discarded her gloves in the trash bag, and the water down the drain, before going upstairs and dumping the garbage bag in the trash can outside her property.
She took another deep breath and went back into the house, walking straight for the kitchen and washing her hands thoroughly, before making herself a nice cup of chamomile tea. It was such a delightful day. If only her boyfriend came back to her. The feeling of despondency was back. Miss Murkham finished off her tea and washed the cup in the sink. Memories of Prince throwing that tantrum over special friends came flooding back, filling her with a bitterness.
It was time to turn her attention to Paladin and Prince
Prince looked out from the dollhouse bed feeling the worstest of heawt huwties. He eyed Pawadin outside the dollhouse, sobbing gently as she hugged her stuffed fwen. Prince didnât get it. Why did Pawadin always say that the stuffed fwen was her wittle bwuddah. How could it be her wittle bwuddah, when it was a stuffed fwen? He didnât get it, and he didnât get why Pawadin always had heawt huwties? She was his specaw fwen and specaw fwens were for heawt happies and specaw huggies, but how was he supposed to give specaw huggies if she was always giving him heawt huwties? It was so unfair.
Speaking of unfair, Prince did not understand why his life had been unfair lately. He was a gud Fluffy. He made good poopies in the litter box like a gud Fluffy. He only asked for sketti some times like a gud Fluffy. He put all his toys in the toy box like a gud Fluffy. He made sure to tell Mummah that he wub her like a gud Fluffy. So why did he feel like such a bad Fluffy? One of his specaw fwens was a meanie who called him a dummeh just because he had wingies and a smeww pwetty mane, and the other specaw fwens just hu huu-ed all the time. Worst of all, HE had given Mummah the worstest heawt huwties ebah and now she did not want to give him wub and huggies. And it was all HIS fault.
âNu faiw⌠nu faiwâ Prince muttered to himself softly âWai?.. huuuuu⌠Pwince ju⌠ju wan wub⌠huuuuu⌠eban ju wittle bit⌠hu hu huâ
Prince had to wonder, maybe just perhaps⌠He was a bad Fluffy? And maybe, he really did deserve this?
âP⌠Pwince?â
Prince turned to see Pawadin looking at him with a sympathetic look. Prince turned away in annoyance. Why was his dummeh specaw fwen looking at him like that?
âWat dummeh cwy aww da tyme Pawadin wan?â
He turned back to Pawadin and noticed her look of saddies. One that filled him with a sort of heawt huwties. The kind that made him feel like a bad Fluffy, but that just made him a mad Fluffy and he quickly got on his hooves. He had enough. He was finally going to give Pawadin worstest shouties for always being saddies.
âPa-â
He paused. Paladin had adopted a specific posture. Head down low. Rear end lifted. Tail up. Her no no place exposed. Prince stared at her wide eyed as he felt a hunger.
âMu⌠Missy Muwkham sa tu⌠tu gib Pwince heawt happies su⌠su nu gib wittle bwuddah mo huwties⌠su⌠su Pawadin gib Prince specaw huggies.â
Prince quickly mounted Paladin. No more talkies were needed.
ENF ENF ENF
Miss Murkham stood by the doorway in disbelief. This shouldnât have happened. This was not supposed to be a possible outcome. This was not in her plans. How? No one like downers⌠that was what her boyfriend said. So how? HOW!?
She looked at her darling Fluffy in his princely attire. The shaft of his male reproductive organ sticking out from his lower garment, mostly concealed within the bosom of the harlot. The doll dress of that pig pony itself allowed ease of access to the private area. Nothing covering the rear end of this stupid slut. She didnât think that such covers were necessary. No one liked downers after all⌠thatâs what her boyfriend said⌠So why were Prince and Paladin going at it?
Miss Murkham wasnât sure, and she could only watch in dumbfounded disgust.
ENF ENF EN- GUUUUUUUUD FEEWS
She watched as Prince ejaculated into the whore horse.
Forelegs clinging tightly to Paladin
Head held up high
A gleeful smile with his tongue stuck out
Eyes filled with satisfaction
She looked at the clock. It was 16:54:32 on this pleasant Saturday afternoon.
What chores did she need to do?
Laundry? No, she did that in the morning to take advantage of the sunlight, as she remembered that the forecast the night before had mentioned a 0.5% chance of rainfall today.
Groceries? No, she handled that yesterday before heading home from work, because she had been invited to that gathering, but turned it down with the excuse that she had already made arrangements that someone was already waiting for her at home, then she went to PriceKart to buy groceries for the weekend and the Fluffmart next door to re-stock supplies.
âMUMMAH STAPH!â
Cleaning? No, she finished that just after her lunch consisting of microwaved carbonara with a glass of white wine. Then she cleaned the toilet, the living room and the kitchen. Starting from 13:25 up until 15:47, where she then purposely started to ignore Prince by watching the telly, with the show being a re-run of Golden County, her boyfriendâs favorite show back when they were still in college.
âMUMMAH STAPH! PWEASE NU GIB PAWADIN MOWE HUWTIESâ
âHuh?â
Miss Murkham stopped. This feeling of a warmth dampness staining her fingers. Within her grasp, her Harpyinsteel kitchen knife. A birthday gift from her boyfriend. Wooden grip. An oaken brown. 240 mm blade. Stainless steel. Silver and red⌠Crimson red⌠Such a beautiful color. The mesmerizing color of life and its fragile finality. The color of blood. Though this particular blood lacked beauty as it came from that particular pig pony.
On the table, blood poured profusely from the pathetic putrid pig ponyâs wounds, tainting the blue fabric of the lovely gingham dress in such a refined red, whilst the wretched whore stared at her silently with one judging eye. The same eyes that slut cheerleader looked at her with, back when she had been beaten. That look of pity. The shame. This feeling of inferiority in every single way.
âDonât you dare look down on me slut!â Miss Murkham practically snarled.
She raised her knife up high and plunged it deep into Paladinâs body, tearing more holes in both fabric and flesh. The sickening squelch of flesh as fragile bones shattered under the steel. Yet Paladin remained silent. Unmoving. Her single, unblinking eyes staring deep into the soul and reminding Miss Murkham of her inferiority. She would always be second fiddle to her. Always.
âSTAPH MEANIE MUMMAH! STAPH!â
Miss Murkham looked down in surprise. Prince was biting her sock violently.
Body wide
Stance firm.
Eyes of anger.
Directed right at her.
âWET SPECAW FWEN GU MEANIE MUMMAH!â
She didnât understand. How did she lose him so fast? She had only been gone for half an hour.
âWET SPECAW FWEN GU O PWINCE GIB MEANIE MUMMAH WORSTEST HUWTIES!â
Was it really such primal simplicity? Paladin let Prince have sex the one time and now he was hers forever? Just like her ex-boyfriend. One night with that slut and he couldnât forget about her? Just that one night. Miss Murkham had to wonder⌠Was she really that forgettable?
âFuck youâ
âMEANIE MUMMAH SA BAD WOWDSIE! MEANIE! MEANIE! NU GIB SPECAW FWEN HUWTIES! PWINCE HATECHU! HATECHU!â
He really was that spineless, pathetic manslut wasnât he?
This familiar feeling. A rage-filled tornado within an empty void. A seething frustration for the absolutely fruitless attempts of being the ideal girl for him yet never been truly rewarded. He would never love her. Not as long as that woman existed. Never.
Miss Murkham gripped the knife and looked at Prince with a cold look.
Then she lunged.
Prince awoke feeling huwties all over.
âM⌠Mummah?â
Prince looked around, but there wasnât anything to see. Just darkness.
âMummah? Pw⌠Pwince⌠Pwince wub yu mummah.â
No response. Just the empty, haunting darkness.
âhuuuuuu Mummah? MUMMAH!? huuuuuuuu Wai nu tawkies tu Pwince?â
He tried to move around. Find a way out of this darkness, but it was his weggies into stumpies.
âhu huuu W⌠wen Pwince get weggies bac?â
No response. Neither Mummah nor his weggies gave him a sufficient answer. He wished he could remember how he lost his weggies in the first place, maybe then he could find them, but he couldnât remember anything, except⌠there was a munstah? And⌠he wasnât sure. All he knew was that he had head huwties and now he was here⌠where was here?
âMummah? huuuuuu Wa⌠wai nu talkies wit Pwince? Nu wub?â
He wriggled a bit and just tried to spin himself around, but nothing. It really was all just darkness.
âMUMMAH HEWP! WAI NU WISTEN TU PRINCE! HEWP PWINCE!â
No response. Just the silent, foreboding darkness.
âMUMMAH!? MUMMAH!? WAI!? WAI!? PWINCE HEWE! NEED HEWP! MUMMAH! MUMMAH! MUMMA-hack hackâ
Prince coughed violently. He had made too many shouties and now his talkie place hurt.
âMuu⌠mah?â
Not a single response. Nothing. Just darkness. He hated it. He hated it so much. He needed out. NOW. He began to wriggle his stumpies desperately, wiggling up and down as fast as he could. He figured that if he could wiggle them enough he could maybe fly out of⌠wherever this was and find Mummah. He just needed to wiggle hard enough. Just enough to fly. Jus- This was too much.
Prince began heaving heavily, feeling a wave of exhaustion. This movement was far too strenuous for his body and he couldnât continue.
He laid his down in defeat and began to sob silently.
âhuuuuuuuu Pwease Mummah⌠Pwince sowwi⌠huuuuuu⌠sowwi, dun⌠dun kno wat did⌠bu sowwi⌠huuuuuuuuu⌠sowwi.â
There was no response. Just the darkness and a sobbing Fluffy..
Miss Murkham was in the saferoom. She had just finished cleaning up all the mess, but it was hard to think when there was nothing but anger reeling about in her mind.
bzzt bzzt
A familiar song began to play. Royals by Connors Mayard. The song that played on their first date. The ringtone for her ex-boyfriendâs number. Miss Murkham practically lunged for the phone.
âYes? Hi baby! Of course Iâm free to chat.â
Thirty minutes later, Miss Murkham was in the bathroom, getting ready for a date. Something had happened and her ex-boyfriend was suddenly free and wanting to meet. Dinner at some fancy restaurant, maybe drinks in a high end bar and perhaps he would invite her home? Miss Murkham couldnât wait, and she quickly got in the shower, getting her best smelling soap and shampoos. This needed to be perfect, and this needed all her attention.
She forgot all about her Fluffy. The one she had just de-limbed and knocked unconscious. The one currently in her basement, stored inside a thick metal box for disloyalty.
Who was Prince? She had a date.
Just out of curiousity
Which character did you feel the most sympathy for?
- Prince
- Paladin
- Picaro
- Miss Murkham
- None
