Colgate limped away from the spectacle of violence. Without a horn he couldn’t compete. For now, his wumps would remain as blue as his fluff. He had some blood in his fluff. Fortunately, it was not his blood. A Pegasus dumb enough to think he was a Smarty got a wing ripped off and was currently cheeping like a little foal under a flurry of hooves as he laid in a pool of his own piss and blood.
As he got a fair distance away he looked back. The dumb enfie mare was shouting to another one on the next tower over. He couldn’t make it out. He saw the yellow Pegasus mare back up and take a running start. She shouted at the top of her lungs “Smawtie wingies pwease wowk!” and made it about two feet before falling directly in the center of the swarm of horny stallions.
They continued to fight but one managed to grab her by her ear tag and pin her down as a collection of stallions forced their no-no sticks into any hole they could. Mouth, poopie place, armpit, it didn’t matter to them. He watched as she sobbed and was repeatedly struck in the face with sorry hooves. He was upset that it wasn’t him making enfies and walked away.
As he made his way back to his pen he looked around. Most of the others were soaked with pee and a few had poopies. The other were all dumb, making poopies in their boxes. They would all recognize his natural superiority soon enough. He just had to wait for them all to wear each other out first before stepping in and asserting dominance.
He noticed another fluffy was in his pen. A gray one was hiding his face with his tail. He needed allies who would support his plan for domination and a coward like this, totally hiding for a completely different reason than him, would surely be a pushover.
“Hewwo, dummeh stawwion be smawtie’s toughie?” The tail flicked enough for the terrified mare to peak out, the screaming from the two active rapes were the loudest thing in the enclosure right now. This was enough for him to see she had a special place instead of lumps. He didn’t even wait for response. He jumped up and mounted her and began to thrust.
His no-no stick took a few tries to find its destination as she cried out “Nuu wan! Smawty nuuuuu wan!” When he finally entered her she let out a terrifying scree. He didn’t want her to alert the other stallions. “Dummeh mawe! Shut up!” He began pummeling her face with his hooves until she was quiet. When he was convinced she wouldn’t cry out any longer he went back to work. He was the bestest smarty, and he was going to have the biggest bestest herd after all. “Enf…Enf…Enf…Guud Feeews!”
He turned and walked away. She could figure out how to get nummies for her tummy babbies. It was only a smarty’s responsibility to make babies, not raise them. He was completely unaware that one of his sorry hooves had caused a massive internal brain hemorrhage and that he was enfing a corpse.
The researcher watched from the camera. Slate wasn’t moving. Colgate was one of a little over a dozen kill shelter smarties. Three “KS” had died since the experiment began with Slate being the first “NK” casualty. They were weak compared to the rest, not emboldened by spineless hugboxing no kill staff to shit and rape their way to power. He honestly was not expecting this from Colgate given his week of observation. He made a note in the file and continued to observe.
Colgate had food and enfs, he didn’t care what else happened. Today was a good day. He laid down in his pen and took a nap. He was awoken by a deep noise. It blared for three seconds, then quiet, then it blared again, five times in total. He had jumped up and run out of his pen in fear. The other fluffies were running around in fear at the sound too as the overhead lights turned red.
He heard mechanical clanging and turned to see the door of his pen closing. After the noise stopped the light stayed red and slowly dimmed. He looked around. The smarties were scattered all around. A few formed pairs or trios and they all started to go to sleep.
The researcher took this as his opportunity. He flipped a switch that released a gas mixture into the room. It was denser than air and quickly settled before draining down the toilet grate pipe without suffocating them. A fog flooded the enclosure, and the intoxicating effects entered the lungs of all the fluffies at ground level. He went and suited up.
Colgate was awoken again by a grating noise as steel door above the pens at one end scraped open. Out stepped the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. A black barky munstah standing on two legs like a human with two glowing red eyes and four long black tentacles sticking out of his back.
The researcher was wearing a black scuba suit, a cheap Halloween mask, and had taken some pool noodles, spray paint, and chest rig to fashion a way to carry fluffies out in an intimidating fashion. To a fluffy high on hallucinogens, it was terrifying, to another human you would call him a fucking nerd and give him a swirlie.
He stomped around collecting the dead fluffies and fixing them to the clamps at the ends of the pool noodles. Each noodle was quicky filled as the stallions all awoke and ran screaming from the munstah. The entire enclosure became an impromptu litter box, even worse than it already had as most except for the most entitled Smarties knew well enough not to shit where they slept.
The munstah started walking towards Colgate. His legs turned to jelly, and he could not stand up to run. He pissed himself instead. “BAD FLUFFIES!” a cheap voice changer called out in a deep tone. It reached down and picked up the gray mare by her tail. She was laying in the open as while Colgate slept, some other smarties had found her corpse and decided to drag her out and run a train on her.
The munstah was taking his enfie mare and his soon babies! He felt a resurgence of courage. He stood up and stared the monster down. He felt dizzy but couldn’t figure out why. He charged at the munstah and prepared to charge it. As he bravely ran forward he shouted “gib back Smawty’s speshow fwen!” Just as he was about to ram into the monster it kicked him to the side.
He was in agony as he lay on his side. He watched the munstah turn away and leave with his mare as his vision faded and he blacked out. He was awoken again in the pitch black be a stream of cold wawas falling on him. He heard more screaming “Cowd wawas! Wowstest dawkies!” It must be raining, but how? They were inside, it didn’t rain inside.
The rain stopped and eventually the light returned. There was no way to dry out except to drip and so the room full of smarties was forced to shiver and huddle together for hours.