This story can be enjoyed entirely on its own, but it does however contain spoilers for Interview with a smarty, as this serves somewhat as a sequel. I would at least recommend that you consider reading ‘Interview with a smarty’ first.
Thank you, and please, enjoy.
Spanky, a white unicorn, woke up in a shed, at the center of a harsh beam of light that formed a spotlight around him. He knew it was a shed, because he had snuck into several of them over the past five years, to survive the cold and unfeeling winters. He knew a shed when he smelled and saw one. He was a smarty, also a bit of a cunt, but that was neither here nor there. His partner, his beloved, Petal, a lavender pegasus, was dangled above him, her legs snapped like twigs and bound in the hogtie that suspended her above a clear pot of water, bubbling and furious from the active hotplate below it.
So focused on his special friend was Spanky, that he had not even considered his enfie mares and toughies; and all of whom were in similar predicaments. Kiki, Sonia and Coco were suspended over identical pots of their own, all waiting in terror for the horrific plunge, whimpering. For his toughies: had all been sat together in an extremely large pot, behemoth in scale above the others, yet equally as transparent, yet no hotplate below them, nor water.
“Hewwo dummeh!” an unfamiliar fluffy called out with spiteful glee, giggling from within the dark.
“c-com ou ow git huwties! Dummeh fwuffy!” Spanky hissed at the shadows around him.
“don’t speak to Danté that way. You insufferable vermin” an old man’s voice spoke out, oozing with disdain.
“smawty Spankeh saysie wat Spankeh wan!” he retorted with puffed cheeks and a cocky grin.
“oh dear, this will not do” professor Gascoigne grumbled before stepping into the spotlight, “but you’ll learn”. The smarty took a few steps back, his bravado buckled under the insurmountable weight of the professor’s pale, cold glare. “I must know…” Henry paused, before taking off his half moon spectacles, wiping a smudge from them and returning them to his face, “my fluffy… Why did you do that to him?” he asked with a veil of monotone professionalism.
“nu kno wat tawkies bout” Spanky lied with a smug huff.
“uh oh, dummeh am wyin, wat shud yew du, pwofessah?” Henry’s fiery coloured fluffy snickered, repeating a line that he had clearly had familiarity with.
“a very astute observation, and a very appropriate question” Henry noted, before bending down, placing a skettie flavoured fluff-treat by Danté’s hooves, and then pressing the clicker in his pocket to signal a reward. The stallion immediately lunged for the snack, consuming it with glee, yet all the while never taking his eyes off of Spanky, whom he watched like a hawk would to a rat. “you know exactly what I’m speaking of” Henry explained as he turned his sights to the white unicorn, “Invading my garden was not enough, no, you had to step into my home and mutilate an already defenseless stallion; sensitive, already missing a leg, who couldn’t even stand, not even able to beg you to stop… not that you would have” professor Gascoigne remarked with frosted disgust.
“nu cawe, dummeh sensitibe fwuffy gut in Spankeh way!” the pale smarty remarked, “hab bebbehs, an hewd, an dey nee aww da nummies, an tuffies nee bestest gud fee-”.
“SHUDDUP!” Denté interrupted, laying a vicious strike upon the stallion’s face, knocking him to the ground with a smattering of blood from his now busted snout, “NU FWUFFY GIB HUWTIES TU VIWGIW!” he snapped, almost foaming with rage.
“now, now, Danté” Henry scolded, “he’s already bitten off more than he can chew” he added with the most slight of grins. The professor then produced a plate, and upon it was a low grade cut of well done beef. “if it is food that you want, then food you shall receive” the old man mocked with sophisticated scorn.
“ooo, meaty nummies” Spanky excitedly noted with a sickening and wet snort, “an su mush! Aww fow Spankeh!” he grinned, already putting the strike behind him.
“correct” Henry said before rolling his wintery eyes, “you have ten minutes to eat this entire steak, should you fail, then one of your herd will be taking a dip in the… what do you call it again, ‘burnie water’?”.
“Nu unastan, dummeh owd hoomin nu mayk sensie” the aggravated smarty huffed.
“Do I not? Oh dear, how dreadful” Henry remarked with faux concern, “would a demonstration help?” he added, before reaching into his pocket and producing a single white foal, snoring softly as it instinctively reached out and cuddled the professor’s wrinkly thumb.
Before Spanky could even note that the professor was holding his ‘onwy bebbeh’, it was dropped into the vat that its mother was dangled above. Its skin immediately reacted to the boiling water, its fluff came loose in vile clumps, revealing a deep pink underneath. “BEBBEH!” Spanky screeched as he pressed his leathery hooves against the glass, only to recoil in pain from the steaming hot surface. “EEeep! Huuhuuuu, huwtie, nu wike!” he sobbed, before the sound of tiny beating hooves from within the container broke him from his own selfish plight. Spanky looked up, the severe heat had cause the foal’s premature eyelids to peel back, revealing blind, pale and horror struck bulbs. The chirpy exhaled its final breath, the horror frozen in its visage for all time.
“do you now understand what will become of your herd if you don’t eat the steak in time?” Henry asked, his pokerface cool and meticulous.
“n-n-nu cawe” the smarty responded, in a pathetic attempt at hiding his broken heart behind a poker face, “can jus mayk mowe bebbehs wid speshew fwe-”
“not if she falls in there too…” Henry interrupted.
“…o-otay…Spankeh unastan…” he sniffled, his eyes locked on his fully cooked offspring.
“excellent… Your time begins now” Henry replied before twisting an egg timer and putting it to the floor, “Danté, watch him”.
“Yus, Pwofessah” he smiled, before planting his rear at the edge of the spotlight’s harsh rim.
The smarty wasted no time, he buried his face into the steak and chewed. Spanky pulled, tugged, grumbled, snorted, and thrashed, yet neither his pathetically weak jaw, nor his soft and feeble teeth could break a piece off, even less so succeed to masticate it.
“huwwy uppies, speshew fwend! Sabe Petaw!” his partner begged.
“SHUDDUP! AM TWYIN BU DUMMEH MEATY NUMMIES NU WISTIN TU SPANKEH!” he snapped, “HAYTCHU! DUMMEH MEATY NUMMIES! TAYK SOWWY HOOFSIES!” he declared in a tantrumous rage, jumping up upon the meat and repeatedly slamming his fat little hooves into it. “HAYTCHU! HAYTCHU! HAYTCHUUU!” he squeaked and growled with each thud.
“jus shuddup an num id” Danté ordered, to which the huffing and wheezing smarty only glared at the orange silhouette with a snort.
Spanky looked down at the meat and took a bite. He tugged at the steak and found it ever so slightly softer. “dats wite, dummeh meaty, wet smawty num yew!” he thought to himself. A piece broke off and he chewed. Spanky tried for what felt to a fluffy as an eternity to break down the leathery substance. Eventually his patience ran short and his eyes darted stressfully towards the egg timer before him, as it ever so slowly turned with its ominous ticking. With no time to waste he swallowed and could feel the chunk rip its way down his throat, catching at the walls.
“ack…ACK!..” Spanky choked and wheezed, he faught the urge to puke, to gag, he took the air in his nostrils, dug his heels and forced it down with a hearty gulp. The stallion could feel his chest and stomach drop like a stone. “Huuuhuuuu, n… nu wike deez nummies” he sniffled.
“shuddup an num” Danté hissed from the shadows, circling the fellow smarty as a predator would to a rival.
Danté watched as the stallion sobbed in silence, occasionally throwing an insult or snickering at the pathetic attempt. “yew dummehs com inta Danteh housie, gib huwties tu Danteh bwuvah, mayk da pwofessah angwies… Danteh gun be happies, gun hab biggest heawt happies wen nu-smawty dummeh spankey an hewd gu fowevah sweepies” he growled.
Spanky tried to ignore the taunting. It boiled his blood, how dare another stallion speak to him in such a way, he was a smarty and he was the best. How dare any living thing speak to him as if he wasn’t in charge. Reality was slowly tearing itself into his delusion, however, ripping it asunder. Spanky tried in vain, successfully getting two more poorly chewed chunks down his throat, and then it came.
BRRRRRIING! the egg timer sounded off, he had failed. barely a fifth of the cut had been consumed. “NU! NU FAIW! SPANKEH NEE MOWE TIMSIES!” he declared.
“yew thinkie dat Danteh gib poopies bout wat yew wan?” he snickered. The flame palletted smarty trotted towards a small red button by the door and pressed it. It was a simple electric door bell, hooked up to the professor’s study. In no time the grey old gentleman returned and looked down upon the smarty with a face of satisfaction.
“what a pathetic display, clearly you are not a true smarty” Henry noted, cutting the fluffy deep within the core of his identity, “and now, the reward for such a sluggish endeavour”. The professor began to slowly undo the string and carefully lower Petal towards her demise.
“NU PWEAS! WIWW BE GUD SMAWTY! WIWW DU ANEH-TING!” Spanky begged, snot dribbling from his muzzle at the sight of his lover descending to her aquatic tomb.
The mare was lowered just enough that her back fluff touched the bubbling surface. “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST HUWTIES! NU WAN! NU WAN! WAN WIVE!” she cried until being raised just above the water.
“hmmm, very well” the professor smiled, before tieing her rope to the fastener once more, “you may purchase another five minutes to eat the steak, but you must give up another herd member” the Henry added.
“…o-otay…” the pale smarty relented, lowering his head.
“no, no, you must pick who dies. You need the time and therefore you will decide who pays for it” professor Gascoigne explained with cold delight.
“…Coco…” he said coldly, pointing his stubby hoof towards the brown alicorn mare.
“PWEAS NU! MISTAH! HIMB AM BAD SMAWTY! GIB BAD SPESHEW HUGGIES! AM MEANEST FWUFFY!” she cried and pleaded, it all sadly fell upon deaf ears.
“how typical” Henry remarked over the frantic wailing of the poopie mare, “yes, of course, the ‘poopie’ is chosen to die first” he frowned. Professor Gascoigne did not waste a single second of his precious time to apologize to the mare, nor offer final words before her departure, he simply pulled at the knot and suddenly she fell into the container. Spanky watched in horror as her eyes boiled to a deep red, her fluff fell out, her skin bubbled and her bowels voided in the utter agony of her impending death. Coco’s tiny wings frantically flutted as her legs attempted pathetically to swim to the surface, as if salvation was even an option to her. The smarty watched the life leave her, and then she was still, still like his ‘wastest’ in the adjacent vat.
before the smarty could even comment upon what he had just seen, the professor had already twisted the egg timer and excused himself. Spanky wasted not a single second as he lunged at the stake, noshing and growling as all the while Danté mocked his situation.
“Danteh am su happies dat yew am aww gun git bad buwnie wawas an wowstest huwties! Jus gib uppies!” the guard smarty giggled in delight.
In no time at all, the egg timer was up and Danté pressed the button, and once again the professor returned. “how tragic. only a single bite” Henry noted, “if I did not know any better, I would assume that you hate your herd and want them all to die” he added, intentionally raising the volume of his voice, so as to alert every fluffy in the vicinity.
“wy smawty hayt hewd?”, “haytchu!”, “huuuhuuuhuuuu”, and “nu wan fowevah sweepies” all bounced off of the walls of the shed, accusatory, enraged, fearful and heartbroken.
“yes, I’m afraid you’re all going to die because of Spanky” the professor articulated, gesturing the tip of his index finger towards their leader.
“JUS NEE WIDDWE MOWE TIMSIE!” the stallion protested.
“…choose…” the professor glared, his hands already twitching to pull a string.
“otay den!” the smarty retorted, before turning to the large pot of toughies. “wish wun ob yew saysie dat dey hayt bestest Spankeh?” he asked.
“Skid du, Skid hayt nu-smawty dummeh Spankeh!” a green stallion roared. “SPANKEH BWING HEWD HEWE! NAOW AM AWW GUN GU FOWEVAH SWEEPIES CUZ OB YEW! HAYTCHU, WOWSTEST SMAWTY!” he screeched with a mouth full of vitriol, all the while, battering his hooves against the glass.
“dat wun” Spanky smiled as he turned to the professor.
“very well, but you have to pick a mare next time” the professor said, as he walked up to the pot, pulled the stallion out by his scruff and carried him to a set of twin ropes. Henry tied them around his hindleg’s and suspended him in such a fashion that his head faced the floor. He then pulled from his pocket a long bread knife, serrated and glimmering.
“p-p-pweas mistah, wet hewd g-SCREEEEEEEEEEEE” the stallion suddenly cried, as the professor dug the edge into his genitals and proceeded to saw his way down. The volume of blood that escaped Skid’s body was only matched by the intensity of his screams, reaching higher and greater pitches as the blade ripped its way to his abdomen. Eventually his intestines dangled from his torso like some horrific puppet show. The professor kept cutting, all the way to the throat, before stopping to admire the expressions of utter fear about him, and then finally ripping the toughy from his bindings and throwing his corpse back into the large pot.
“I would like to remind you all that this was your leader’s choice, not mine” Henry made sure to remind the crowd. he looked around and made a silent note to himself of the faces, staring at their despotic smarty with disdain almost equal to his own. “now, bon appetit” Henry sighed, before twisting the egg timer and leaving without a further word.
“hewp Spankeh?” the stallion asked, turning towards Danté.
“nu” the professor’s fluffy assistant grinned spitefully.
“wisten, Danteh am smawty, jus wike Spankeh, su wy nu hewp?” the pale unicorn snorted, “Ib Danteh hewp den smawty wet be bestest tuffie, an hab bestest enfie mawes aww tu sewf a-”.
“shuddup an num. Dummeh Spankeh am wastin timsies” Danté hissed.
“wy am Danteh wistenin tu owd hoomin? Am yew eben weaw smawty?” Spanky inquired, narrowing his eyes at the stallion.
“cuz da Pwofessah am da smawtiest ob smawties. Himb kno abewy-ting” Danté explained proudly.
“su wy yew cawe bout dummeh bwuvah? Spankeh hab dummeh bwuvah tuu. Wan kno wat Spankeh du? Spankeh gib sowwy hoofsies, den stompies, den wowstest sowwy enfies, den himb gu fowevah sweepies… Dat am wat smawty sposed tu du tu dummehs. Wy Danteh nu gib bwuvah fowevah sweepies?” he probed, taking his time to read the visible discomfort on the fiery stallion’s face.
“…yew wunnin ou ob timsies…” was Dantés only response, before placing his hoof down on the twist timer and knocking it down, shaving a minute off, “oopsie” he snickered.
Another two chunks consumed, yet only half way there to a clean plate. The button was pressed and the professor returned. “oh dear. What a lazy excuse for a leader” Henry sighed as he entered the shed and made his way towards Kiki and Sonia. “I believe that you’ll be picking from one of these, yes?” the professor asked.
“…nu wan…” Spanky protested weakly, “tummeh hab huwties, heawt hab huwties, nu wan choosie!” he sobbed, pweas wet hewd gu!" the unicorn begged.
“no” Henry replied bluntly, “I did not make you break into my house, I did not convince you to assault my fluffy, nor did I doom your herd, you did; and I, am merely the consequence”. The professor then held both strings in either hand and slowly lowered the mares towards their individual pots.
“pweas mistah! Sonia am soon-mummah!” the pink earthy cried.
“WIAW!” Kiki accused, “nu hab tummeh bebbehs! Am jus big fattie! Kiki hab weaw tummeh bebbehs!” the pale orange unicorn explained.
“d-d-den… Son-” Spanky requested.
Suddenly, kiki fell into the bubbling waters and was swiftly lifted back up. “oh dear, my apologies” Henry smiled faintly, “I could have sworn that you had said ‘Kiki’”.
“scrEEEEEEEEEEE!” the unicorn mare screamed. Her stubby legs flailed violently from within their restraints. Chunks of her fluff began to fall and render her ‘prettiness’ false to her smarty.
“NU FAIW! KIKI AM UGWY NAOW!” the smarty snorted and stomped, “DWOP UGWY MAWE IN BUWNIE WAWAS!” he ordered.
“firstly, you are not the one to hand out orders here, I am” Henry scolded coldly, “secondly, you have already made your choice, regardless of any ‘accidents’” he grumbled further. Slowly, the professor lowered Sonia into the water, the pain enveloping her so greatly that she could not make a noise, save for rapid and panicked gasping and peeps. Her face fell under the water and she gave up the fight. Whether she was simply too submissive to try, or too broken to care, Henry would never know, he simply watched as she closed her eyes and went limp, absorbed by the terrible and bubbling liquid. “how anticlimactic” he noted, before twisting the egg timer and vanishing to his study once more.
“COM UN! DANTEH GUT TU HEWP SPANKEH!” he suddenly pleaded, as soon as the door closed.
“nu, git enfed” Danté replied coldly.
“HUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUU! Kiki hab wowstest buwnie huwties! Wan huggies an wub! Pweas huwwy an num da meaties!” the severely burned mare whimpered and begged.
“SHUDDUP! NU-FWUFFY CAWE WAT YEW THINKIE NU MOWE!” Spanky snapped, “YEW AM UGWY NAOW!” He added spitefully, to which the mare simply replied by bursting into a torrent of tears.
“SPESHEW FWEND! NUM DA MEATIES! NU MOWE TAWKIES, NU WAN BUWNIES!” Petal reminded her partner.
Normally he would threaten to smack her about the mouth for talking to him in such a way, but unfortunately, she was right. He dug in his hooves and got to it. By the time that the dreaded egg timer set off its horrid chime once more, less than a quarter of the meal remained and the smarty’s already rotund frame had grown considerably.
“goodness me, you’ve become quite the fatty, haven’t you?” the professor snickered, his cold exterior cracking from the vindictive joy. The sight of the stallion, groaning in agony, sobbing lightly and looking up, pleading for mercy, was all so gratifying. Spanky had in fact nearly doubled in size from the beef. Unlike Hasbio kibble or spaghetti, a cut of well done, borderline charred beef, was not so easily digested, especially so by a creature with such a poorly designed organ layout.
“now, I’m addressing the stallions in the pot, how are you all feeling, hmm? Hungry? Comfortable?” Henry mocked with a thin mask of care.
“nu mistah, nu am woom in da sowwy pot! sum stawwions hab gun fowevah sweepies an nu smeww pwetty!” A beige unicorn cried.
“and I am sure that you know whom to blame?” Henry asked, kneeling down to better look the tan stallion in the eye.
“yus mistah, id am AWW dat dummeh spankeh fawt! Wite? Ebewy-fwuffy agwee?” he asked of his surviving vat mates, to which they responded with confident nods and verbal affirmations.
“WAN HIMB GU FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!” Spanky demanded in a sudden despotic rage, determined to quash any rebellion amongst his ranks.
“are you sure?” the professor inquired with a raised and bushy brow.
“YUS! HIMB AM HEWD TWAITEW! HAYT DUMMEH POOPIE!” Spanky roared. stomping his fat hooves in a tantrum.
“I’m sorry, gentleman, but Spanky has chosen” Henry sighed as he reached down and carefully lifted the beige stallion from the pot.
“Id am otay, fwuffy nu bwame, id am nu mistah fawt” the stallion assured, sniffling all the while as he was carried to the workbench, “memba, fwends!” he called out to his sobbing comrades, “Memba tu gib Spankeh da wowstest fowevah sweepi-”.
Suddenly, his head was twisted a complete one hundred and eighty degrees, killing him instantly. The body fell to the wood and voided its bowels, the legs shook and twiched as the body came to terms with death. Henry felt a twinge of pity for the stallion, even if he had played his part in Virgil’s mutilation, nevertheless, he had to die, they all did. The professor lifted the stallion’s still warm corpse and carefully returned it to the pot. The stallions all looked to the professor, staring up at his thin and haunting silhouette as a fearsome executioner, but now the context had shifted. Henry was no longer the destroyer in their eyes, it was Spanky, for it was he who gave the order, he who demanded blood, and like the professor had reminded them, was also the one who had led them to this demise, this carnival of terror.
The chorus of stallions screamed in terror and rage as they turned their beady eyes towards the accused. phrases such as “haytchu!”, “bad fwuffy!”, “fattie!”, “twaitew!”, and “meanie!” all came spilling from the large glass container, fuelled by heartbreak and the purest, most righteous of anger. At first, Spanky appeared wounded, cut deeply by the fluffy equivalent of a verbal dressing down. Unfortunately, Spanky had more ego than brain, so he simply stomped his legs and squealed, which is what he normally did when he didn’t get his way. “SQUEEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SHUDDUPSHUDDUPSHUDDUP! SPANKEH MAYK DA WUWES! SPANKEH AM DA BOSS!” he protested against the thunderous choir of hate that was blasting towards him. He stomped and stomped, huffed and squealed, and then the shed fell silent. a loud and violent twin set of SNAPS came from his forelegs. Spanky’s brain had yet to register the impending agony. He looked up at the container, all eleven sets of eyes locked in shock. “wat?” he asked, before following their eyes towards the ground. There he saw it, splintered bone, exposed marrow, pulsating blood vessels and muscle, twisted in grotesque shapes that bear no applicable description beyond horror. Then his brain caught up, and so too did the screaming come. He fell to the wooden floor and screached at a fevered pitch so unnaturally high and so violently expelled that Henry could hear vocal chords breaking under the noise.
“what a shame, I suppose all that extra weight has done you no favours. Nevertheless, you have a plate to clean, mister” Henry scoffed, before reaching down and dragging the gelatinous cripple back to his objective.
“pweas fix weggies, yew am fwuffy doctah, wite? Hewp Spankeh, am onwy widdwe bebbeh, huuuhuuu” he lied and pleaded, in a pathetic attempt to curry favour.
“well, you certainly have the body to fat ratio of a baby… Very well, I’ll help you” the silver haired man smiled softly, before excusing himself and promptly returning with something tucked under his arm, “I’m sure that Virgil will not mind sharing, as unlike yourself, he can be rather kind” Henry mumbled as he turned the sickeningly bulbous stallion over, powdered his rear and fitted him with a Hasbio brand SBS adult diaper. “there we are, a nappy suits you rather well” he said while pulling himself up from the ground and clapping the powder from his palms. “now, hop to it” Henry smirked, his tone carried with a malevolent and vindictive sense of spite, before twisting the egg timer and leaving once again.
The shed immediately erupted into fits of screaming laughter. Hooves pointed, raspberries were blown and accusation of being a “dummeh bebbeh” all came belting towards the sobbing unicorn.
“S-S-STAWP! N-NU AM B-BEBBEH!” he protested pathetically, his liquid snot and copious tears staining the oaken floor.
"dat nut wat hewd heaw Spankeh say: ‘am onwy widdwe bebbeh, buuhuuuhuuu!’, a magenta pegasus mocked with absolute disdain for the fallen dictator. “nu fwuffy am ebah gun wisten tu yew ebah gain!” he snorted at the glass, fogging it slightly.
“nu, pweas stawp bein meanies, huuhuuuuhuuu… c-chirp, che-cheep!” he whimpered and shook, balling himself up tight as Danté and the stallions all pointed and laughed.
“WOOK! SPANKEH AM CHIWPIE BEBBEH NAOW! HIMB WEAWY AM DUMMEH BEBBEH!” Danté howled in vicious mockery, savouring every moment that his brother’s rapist and mutilator suffered such a humbling defeat.
All fluffies present laughed, all save for Petal, who’s voice carried through the crushing waves of verbal abuse and soothed her partner’s crumbling mind. “PWEAS GIT UPPIES! SPANKEH AM BESTEST STAWWION, STWONGEST! PETAW STIWW WUB! PWEAS NUM MEATIES!” she begged. Slowly, the stallion regained his composure, yet to say that his ego fully recovered would be the grandest of overestimations. Humbled, yet with determination, he rolled himself over and shuffled towards the plates, pushing his girthy and broken body towards the dish, to which Danté responded by biting down upon the paper plate and yanking it away.
“com on, wazy! Git da nummies” he smiled.
“p-pweas n-nu chirp tayk nummies way, nee p-peep sabe speshew fw-chirp-end” the once mighty smarty groveled.
“nah, nu cawe” Danté grinned, his eyes looking down upon the pathetic blob that once considered itself his equal, “am gun mayk id su yew nu num steaky nummies!” he growled, the vitriol spilling from his mouth like venom.
“DANTÉ!” the professor’s voice roared sharply as he prematurely entered the shed.
“P-PWOFESSAH!” the domestic smarty squeaked in shock, “D-DANTÉ WUS JUS-”.
“did someone forget about his ‘magic collar’?” Henry sighed, folding his arms as he glared down at the ashamed fluffy.
“am sowwies, pwofessah, bu bad fwuffy du bad tings tu bwuvah, an Danteh pwomis’d tu nebah wet huwtie habin gain tu Viwgiw!” he squeaked back, fearful, yet resolute in his convictions.
“I know, dear boy, I’m sure that it feels as if you are watching over some distorted shadow” Henry consoled his furious, yet tear stricken assistant, “but what makes him any different from yourself, if you do not give him a chance at mercy, like the chance he did not give your brother?”.
Danté bit his lip, his body shaken to the core, he wiped a tear from his eye and sniffled a faint “…otay, Da-Danteh twy…”.
“good man” the professor smiled, before kneeling down, “care to shake upon it?” he asked.
Danté knew the importance of a shake, his owner had explained that two men do it as a promise, a sign of good will and mutual trust. The orange stallion reached out and wiggled his hoof confidently. At the very least, he could enjoy watching the fat bastard cry. “and you” Henry chimed as he looked to the white unicorn, “I’ll reset the timer, and so I would suggest that you make good use of my generous nature, it is more than you rightfully deserve” he explained coldly, before rewinding the device, ruffling Danté’s red and yellow mane, and then vanishing through the wooden door from whence he came.
Spanky sat there, he needed to rest his stomach, to void his constipated bowels, he could spare the moment. Danté watched him, licking his lips like a starved mutt, he knew that delicious failure would come, and although he promised not to interfere, he said nothing about gloating. “yew am gun wose abewy-ting yew wub” he taunted.
“S-Spankeh thinkie dat Spankeh kno wy yew hayt Spankeh s-su mush” he huffed and wheezed.
“weawy? Gu un, teww Danteh” the stallion mocked.
“wunce upon an fowevah, Spankeh bet dat Danteh gib dummeh bwuvah wowstest huwties” Spanky smiled, reading the intense discomfort in the younger orange stallion, “Spankeh bet dat yew wuved ebewy bid ob id. Did Danteh stompies Viwgiw nu-nu stick an wumps? Cus wen Spankeh gib himb bestest bad feews, Spankew saw wots ob owd huwties… Danteh did dat, am Spankeh wite?” he smugly snorted. Danteh was shook, visibly he foamed at the mouth, his nostrils flared with hot air, his teeth grit themselves as he faught every urge to not charge the stallion and show him first hand exactly what he had once done to his own brother. “heh, aneh-way, bestest spankeh tummeh feew widdwe bettah naow, su am gun gu backsie tu nummin bestest meaties” he grinned before returning to his meal.
“…hope id am bestest nummies Spankeh ebah hab, cuz nu gun hab nummies ebah gain…” Danté seethed, although keeping his voice low and his fuzzy rear planted to the floor, just as ordered.
A few more chunks stood between Spanky and freedom, although, his time was running thin. Three more mouthfuls to smallow, two to be torn off and chewed down, it could be done, it had to be done.
BRRRRRIING.
The alarm signaled the end, it was time for another sacrifice. Henry returned once again. The professor said not a word as he dropped a skettie flavoured fluff-treat on the tip of Danté’s snout and pressed the clicker in his pocket. The orange stallion caught the snack in his mouth and happily chewed as the professor strolled towards the shivering and lightly boiled lump of semi-cooked flesh that was Kiki, he looked down and could see tiny peanut shaped globules, floating upon the bubbling surface of the water. “well, I’ll be, you were not lying about bring pregnant” Henry noted, “for the best, really. What a shame it would be to have the fruit of Spanky’s fetid loins walking about the earth. Don’t you agree?” he asked the burned and hairless mare.
“c-c-chirp, w-wan die, pe-peep, wan d-die” Kiki shivered and sobbed.
“fascinating, it’s quite rare to find a fluffy that can revert to chirping and enter the disposal loop in tandem. What a shame, such a waste of a unique specimen” Henry sighed as he lowered the mare slowly into the water, “go now, be with your children” he smiled assuredly to her grief striken face, before letting go and watching the mare sink under the surface and gracefully fall to the bottom, her hooves reaching up weakly to the surface, her last sight being the corpses of her premature progeny, circling above her like a macabre halo.
“NUUUUUUHUUUUUHUHUHUHUUHUUUUU! BAD PWOFESSAH TAYK WAY SPANKEH BEBBEHS! NEBAH GUN FOWGIB!” the fat stallion screamed to the old man, his cheeks puffed, his hind legs kicking at the ground in a fit of rebellion against his current reality.
“incorrect, you did” Henry smiled beneath his snowy beard, “and now, you are one dead toughy away from bidding farewell to Petal over here” he added with an undercurrent of spite to his calm and collected voice. “make it count” Henry hissed, before winding back the device for the penultimate time, passing a knowing nod towards Danté, and leaving once again.
Spanky wasted no time at all, before the clock was even half way down, he had chewed, noshed, gagged and swallowed as much as he could, leaving only a single morsel upon his plate.
“COM UN! NUM DAT WAST BIT, DUMMEH!” a purple unicorn colt screamed from within the nearby stallion pot. Spanky immediately glared at the child, he had been keeping an eye on him for some time, weeks, in fact. The colt was named Fuchsia, but he only occasionally used it, now he went by a name that set the white stallion’s teeth on edge, ‘Smarty’. This colt would grow up to be a rival, a true challenger for herd dominance. Spanky had intended to do away with the nearly full grown colt in an ‘accident’ during a nummie search, but now would be as grand a time as any. “WAT AM SPANKEH WAITIN FOW!?” the little smarty demanded to know, “DU ID!” he squaked, followed by the chorus of demanding stallion voices behind him.
“nu” Spanky grinned, “gu un an caww pwofessah. Awwedy kno wish wun am gun choosie” the stallion snorted, proud in his machiavellianism.
“watebah, nu caww” Danté snorted, rolling his eyes before pressing the ringer.
“Danté, it is far too soon for you to call me, explain yourself” the professor inquired in a rough grumble as he entered the shed, clearly in a state of vexation.
“pwofessah, Spankeh say himb mayk choosie un wish fwuffy gu fowevah sweepies next” Danté relaid.
The professor immediately eyed the plate, the slither of meat, dead at the center. “what are you playing at?” Henry probed, furrowing his silver brows.
“nutin, jus wan Foosha gu fowevah sweepies” Spanky smiled.
“hmm, very well” Henry exhaled, before strolling towards the pot and looking down into the sea of shivering, whimpering and pathetic stallions. Only one did not shiver, a pair of pale blue eyes belonging to a purple colt looked up, unshaken by his impending doom. “hahaha, bravery” Henry let out in a low chuckle “a respectable trait in one so young” he noted with sincere admiration as he lifted the stalwart colt to eye level.
“du id!” Spanky ordered in a tyrannical fever, “stompies himb! gib fowevah swee-”.
“SILENCE!” the professor commaded. His voice carried like the roar of a lion and shivered every fluffy present to the bone, Danté included. “now then, before you face the reaper, come with me” the professor smiled, “oh, and Danté, watch him, he’ll want to see what I’ll do to this colt” he nodded towards his little assistant, before carrying Fuchsia out of the shed and into his abode.
The colt was brought to the Gascoigne study. The room was grand in its old world beauty, with walls lined with mahogany bookshelfs, leatherbound hardcovers from antiquity, and tastefully crafted products of taxidermy, set above the mantle of the Victorian era fireplace that crackled warmly as it illuminated the room. Sat in the corner was a small playpen, its garish colours contrasted distastefully against the earthy tones of the study, and sleeping upon a pillow was a diaper clad and horrifically wounded orange stallion, peeping softly as he dreamed and a clear example of the infamous sensitive baby syndrome.
“dat am Viwgiw, wite?” Fuchsia asked as he was placed upon the dark red carpet.
“yes” Henry confirmed as he lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a large drag, “although I am sure that you have already been acqainted” he exhaled.
“nah, onwy wash wat Spankeh du tu himb” the young smarty replied as he shook his head.
“you do not have to lie to me, young man” the professor remarked, “you are going to die, regardless. It would be best if you only speak the truth”.
“pwomis, am tewwin da twoof. Nu wan gib bad feews tu Viwgiw, bu nu cud du nufin. Dewe wus su maneh, dey wus gun du da samsie tu Foosha ib twy tu mayk dem stawp” he explained remorsefully.
“and what do you think of the herd’s actions” the professor inquired as he got comfortable in his armchair.
“wus nu gud, Foosha nu see wat da point wus… Himb am onwy sensitibe, nu eben hab weggie, nu eben can fite ow nutin” the colt sighed, looking towards the sleeping stallion, “am jus wike widdwe bebbeh, bu biggah, an ebewy-fwuffy am sposed tu kno dat bebbehs am fow huggies an wub. Am Foosha wong?” he asked, turning towards the professor.
“no, you are, in fact, absolutely right” Henry smiled as he cleaned the smudge from his spectacles, “and now you know what has to happen”.
“yus, am pawt ob bad hewd an am weady fow fowevah sweepies, jus… pweas nu mayk id tuu huwtie” he asked as the professor carefully scooped the purple colt up.
“you have my word” Henry assured as he reached his thumb and finger forward and shook the colt’s tiny hoof.
Henry brought the unicorn back to the shed and found Spanky screaming at the stallions in the pot, who were threatening their ex-leader with everything from ‘sowwy hoofsies’ to ‘wowstest huwtie enfies’.
“gentlemen!” Henry growled, freezing the stallions in place, “it is time” he added, holding a shivering Fuchsia, still fighting to maintain his composure.
“YUS! STOMPIES DA NU-WEAW SMAWTY! PU IN BUWNIE WAWAS! USE SHAWPIE HUWTIE AN GIB SWICIES DOWNIES HIMB NU-NUS!” the white smarty cried with vicious glee.
“excuse me, but if you have forgotten, you decide who dies, and I decide as to how” the professor smirked as he opened the door to the shed and placed the colt upon the grass. “Fuchsia, I have selected your sentence, and I have chosen for you to die of old age” Henry smiled confidently, “go now and serve your ‘sentence’ with dignity” he winked towards the colt, before closing the door on his confused face, leaving him to the mercy of the world at large.
“NU FAIW! HAYTCHU! HIMB AM SPOSED TU GU FOWEVAH SWEEPIES! YEW WIE!” Spanky screeched and snorted, his face turning beat red at being outplayed.
“I am a man of my word” Henry retorted, “he will die, in roughly five to ten years, give or take” he chuckled to himself.
“SQUEEEEEEEEEEE! HAYYYYTCHUUUUUU!” the pale smarty snapped, crawling towards the professor with murderous intent.
“stop that” Henry snickered as he lightly kicked the stallion back towards the plate, “eat your meal and leave” he grumbled, before twisting the timer for the final time and exiting the shed.
“hewwo, pwofessah” Fuchsia smiled, waving his little hoof at the man.
“no, do not even ask it of me, I have no room for you” Henry replied coldly.
“nu, id am otay, Foosha unastan” he said in a disappointed yet content tone of voice. The colt then turned around and made for a tiny gap between the petunias and lilies.
“is that where you and your herd first entered my garden?” the professor inquired, stroking his beard.
“yus, nee git head stawt, ow Spankeh an hewd am gun git Foosha” he explained before shoving himself through the gap and vanishing into the green bushes behind it, “gudbye, pwofessah! Foosha am nebah gun fowgit yew!”.
“goodbye, brave little smarty” Henry smirked to himself.
Henry didn’t wait for the timer to finish, he marched in after some preparation and stared the smug looking smarty down. “wook! Am aww dun! Am da bestest smawty!” he gloated.
“yes, I see that” he said in a monotone sort of way, heading towards Petal, undoing her string, and holding it in his grasp.
“eeeeee scawy!” Petal cried, urinating as her body weight shifted, “pweas, wingies! hewp Petaw fwy wa-”.
“quiet!” Henry barked, which caused the mare to sob softly as a tiny fart escaped her.
Henry grabbed the mare by her scruff and pinched her fat partner by his gelatinous nape, before throwing them both out and onto the grass. “Spankeh am fwee! Quickwy speshew fwend, wun way, nee scape fwom meanie dummeh pwofessah!” the fat and cocky smarty huffed as he dragged his bulbous body to the hole in the fence that Fuchsia had escaped through. Spanky attempted to squeeze his globulus body through, yet found that only his head could now pass the threshold. “com un, dummeh howe! Wet spankeh guuuu!” He ordered the inanimate gap.
“speshew fwend! Nu can fowwow! weggies nu wowk! Meanie pwofessah bwoken dem! Huuhuuhuuuu!” Petal whimpered as she wriggled her torso towards her lover, like some fat and overly hairy caterpillar.
The smarty turned around and froze in terror as the professor walked out with the large container, tipped it over and let the stallions loose; who in turn, took no time at all in encircling the mare.
“speshew fwend! Sabe Petaw!” she cried, “com on, wingies, nu be meanies, wet Petaw fwy faw way!” she moaned and whimpered to the pathetic nubs on her back.
Henry strolled casually towards the smarty, pushed him aside and laid a single cinder block over the hole. “n-n-nu faiw! wy du dat?” Spanky panicked as he wriggled himself into an upright position.
“I have let you go from the shed, as I promised. I offered no such niceties in regards to my garden” the professor smiled, his eye glimmering with vindication, “gentleman, they’re all yours” he called out to the furious stallions, as he turned the egg timer all the way to a full hour, before placing it upon the ground, “do enjoy yourself, and at least try to not make a mess” he snickered, before scooping up Danté and going inside for the evening.
The professor sat in his armchair and lit one of the cigars that he had kept for only the good occasions, he mulled the smoke over his tongue and sipped upon his bourbon, as the sounds of violent and continuous gang rape served as the soundtrack to his unwinding evening. He pressed the remote built into his chair and the CD player began its intended track. First to play was Bach, but it didn’t quite fit the mood, then Ludwig, but no, too serious. Henry racked his mind as his fingers tapped again, and again, and then it came, it was perfect, it carried the background of pleading and brutality in its embrace, an acceptance of the horrific and the ridiculous: The Dance Macabre, by Camille Saint-Saëns.
The professor feel asleep with Danté upon his lap, at peace with what he had done. Virgil, Mary’s Virgil, his daughter’s Virgil, had been avanged. Would the stallion ever know? Could he ever understand? Would he even care if he could? It did not matter, as a slighting to these two fluffies, his late daughter’s fluffies, was a slight against Mary herself. The Dance Macabre continued to play from the speakers as the equal tunes of macabre taking place within the garden refused to slow, nor wane.
The professor awoke, the moon was stood to attention, and the stars blanketed the veil of nothingness above the firmament. He stepped out into the garden and made a note of the fluffpile, snoring, wheezing, farting and giggling at their dreams. They appeared almost sweet and innocent, if it were not for the two viciously raped, torn, bitten, stomped and disemboweled corpses, pushed into the corner, laying as evidence that these toughies were no different to their usurped monarch.
Henry walked into the shed, placed his safety gloves on, and grabbed two of the vats that had been maintaining their heat. He carried the steaming glass containers outside, into the crisp autumn air and stood over the peaceful and gore stained fluffpile, he could hear it escape from inside, the music, the Dance Macabre had not run its course, not while the finale went unplayed.
-The End-
