You are Brian a brown pegasus.
It’s been a year now that your Daddeh took your weggies and speciaw wumps
After this happened he let you know that he has decided to sell you to a no-kill shelter that knew that you were a bad parent. The last time you have seen your special friend she was with another stallion. A white colored one with a golden mane too. Your abbehs seems to have beaten your bestest babbeh.
They became big and strong almost as big as you while you bestest was in comparison nothing more than a fat piece of lard. Her legs were broken by the beating and she was full of bruise.She lost consciousness during the beating.Your family barely even looked at you enjoying skettis that your Daddeh brought to reard them
-"Don’t worry " Your Daddeh says “i’ll make sure to keep my promise”
You and you bestest were sent to a special shelter for brown fluffies, those fluffies were rescued from ferals herds or mothers, they have lived at the bottom of their families.
At first they were saddened by the state you were in, they tought that a meanie daddeh or mummah or a smarty did this to you. This quickly changed when they were told the truth, worry soon turned into hatred, for these fluffes the mere mentions of bestest was a sign of a bad parent, they came to even hate the idea itself. They soon called you insults :
-“Munstah”
-“Meanie fwuffy”
-“Bad Ugwy dummeh”
You were not sent here as a resident of this shelter, you were sent here as a litterpal , a fluffy punching ball.
Your bestest was even unluckier, she was a bad babbeh but she was sent here to have babbehs like she wanted, the first thing they did was cut her weggies with a sharp hot knife.
-“SSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE” she screamed.
Then they decided to pull out her teeth one by one she screamed even harder not even being able to talk.
She was then thrown in the stallion pen,as soon as they saw her and knew that she was a bestest they charged at her giving her bad enfies she screamed all the time until a stallion pulled his no-no stick into her mouth shutting her up.
When the deed was done she was covered in no-no juice. Huhuing all the while.Then they did the same to you, the first thing they did was put a hot metal stick into your mouth burning your throt and vocal cords and breaking some of your teeth then the used hot pliers to pull those that were still intact.
Now after one year your life was miserable, you were a litter-pal always only eating poopies that had the worst taste ever, you have lost patches of fur due to the otherbrown fluffies biting you and giving you wortest stompies. And in front of you
- "Cheep cheep cheep " a voice exclaimed this did not belong to the foals at the ground but belonged to their mothers.
Your bestest was forced to birth many and many litters of foals all with good colors the stallion were happy to have babbehs even if their mother was a bad one. But then she was giving enfies just after. The reason she was chirping was that one day while a foal was playing he tripped and hurt himself and your bestest was smiling at the pain of the foal.
His father and the other stallion saw that and were not happy with her behavior so after calming the foal they gave stompies to her thinky place over and over and over until she could no longer think. Now she was exactly like a babbeh crying from the enfies and the hurties and wanting huggies and wub, not that anyone cared.
When you bestest was pregnant you were being the one being given enfies, you had a colostomy while being awake which was agonising to you. Your ass was on fire due to all the enfies. You were an example parents used to teach their foals to be good.
Your Daddeh sometime visited you, showed you photos of your special friend, your foals and her new mate. Image of the babbhes with new owners and babbehs of their own, of your special friend with her new babbehs. This only made your mistakes sink in you. You wished to turn back time become a better Daddeh and all but you knew that was impossible.
After some months you go to the “wan die” cycle but since you couldn’t talk no one understoood you. You and you bestest lived long live, your bestest died 2 years before you after 10 years in the shelter, this further broke your hearts.
You lived a long unhappy life with no one to care about you seeing other hapiness while you lost everything. You died after experiencing misery after misery.
And nothing of value was lost.
So any idea for an alternative ending? ask in the comments.
