Read the previous parts here:
Rosebud - Prequel
Rosebud - Part 1
Rosebud - Part 2
Rosebud - Part 3
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As days turned into weeks, Snowball and Rosebud had to try and get used to their new life style as they were both more disabled than before and Rosebud grew up to a filly, although pretty underdeveloped for her age. Alongside the constant teases and tortures, of course.
Still, someone wanted to try and take advantage of the fact she grew up, Mark.
One day, while Rosebud was nuzzling as best as she could onto her mother, Mark came into the basement with a stallion in his arms, and as soon as its scent caught onto Snowball’s nose, she immediately knew who he was… Her “special friend”, the special friend Mark forced her to be with for all the litters she had.
“D-dat… nu, pwease. No mowe… Am soon mummah an’ hab Wosebud… Pwease…” But Mark didn’t care and placed the stallion onto the floor, it trying to climb up the table to assault Snowball once again, looking at her hungry for more “huggies”. But he stopped once he saw the filly there, hugging Snowball’s tail and hiding behind it. Who was that?
“Nobody cares, stupid.” Mark got near Rosebud. “This is River. He’s your dad, did you know it?” The stallion was pretty bad too, a dark grey and blue alicorn with various slash marks around his legs and lacking a tail completely. “He made you. You should be thankful, as despite his injuries and being bad colored he still makes great colors.”
Surprisingly, River entered a state of shock knowing that the filly he saw and tried to get to, THAT filly, was his offspring, so he quieted down a bit and backed away from the table. “Ba…bbeh…? Dat… nu am twue… wight, Daddeh?”
The man turned to River, a terrifying (for fluffies) grin onto his lips. “Yes, it’s true. That’s your kid.” River looked with a mix of sorrow and betrayal to Rosebud and even Snowball. “B-bu’… Daddeh said yu’ wiww bwing new enfie toysie… Dat… am babbeh…”
“So?” Mark approached River, arms crossed while looking deeply into the fluffy’s yellow eyes. “You will do as I say, or else you know what will happen to you. You will fuck it and give me more foals.”
As soon as Snowball heard that, she screamed her lungs out, scaring even Mark, and then she snapped. “YU STOOPEH MUNSTAH! HATECHU! HATECHU FOWEBA! GO FOWEBA SWEEPIES AN’ WEAVE WOSEBUD AWONE!! FWUFF YU’!”.
That was it for Mark. He got closer to Snowball and before she could even say anything more, he grabbed her neck, lifted her up and started to strangle her, her pillowed body squirming desperatedly as the life slowly faded away from her. “You think you can defy me?! That’s it then! Just die already as you always wanted to!”
At that rate, even River tried to help by headbutting Mark’s leg with his horn (although it felt just like slight pokes due to his weakened state) and giving him sorry hoofsies, but Mark kicked the fluffy away from him into the wall. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
River was gasping for air, his breathing ragged and heavy as he whispered. “N-nu… huwt babbeh… munstah… gun gib yu’ cough foweba sweepies fo’ kiwwing speshaw fwend…”
Rosebud watched in horror and shock as she saw her mother’s life fade away literally in front of her with a loud CRACK from her neck, the only one she had in her life, the one that took care of her for all this time… Was gone.
Mark threw Snowball’s limp body at the table once again and kicked the stallion again and again against the wall until he fainted. “YOU DISOBEDIENT FUCK! I GAVE YOU A WARM HOME AND EVEN GAVE SOME TOYS FOR YOU TO RELIEVE YOUR DESIRES, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”.
As soon as River was unconscious and badly injured, the abuser picked him up and threw him up the stairs and out of the basement, but before getting out gave Rosebud a last, enraged look. “You stay here, you stupid bitch. If you say a word, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Mark got out of the basement and locked it as commotion kept happening outside of it. River was probably no more.
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Meanwhile, Rosebud looked at her mother’s deceased corpse in complete shock as silent tears started rolling down her face. “Mummah? Wake up… It’s not time to sleepie yet… Mummah… Please wake up… M-Mummah…” She thought while shaking her mummah’s body with her tiny hooves. It was useless. Snowball was gone now. Rosebud lost all source of happiness she ever had. She was hopeless and heartbroken now, nothing could take her out of this spiral of pain and suffering, nothing.
She understood that, just like her mother, her destiny was to be tortured, have endless litters, and die a painful death in Mark’s hands.
Nothing mattered now.
Nothing.
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To be continued…?
