The time was now.
“BIGGES’ POOPIES!! SCREEEEEEE!” The fat, overbred mare screamed as she went into labor, she kept calling for help, but nobody came. Even if somebody came, it would most likely be the “meanie mistah”, so at the same time that the silence was agonizing due to the pain, it was relieving too.
“PLOP!” The first foal came out of her backside, a pegasus. It fell on the cold metal plate and started chirping immediately due to the hard surface.
There was a relief for a moment, the pain and contractions stopped, until… It started again, and three more times, until all foals came out.
“Huuhuu… babbehs… wub babbehs…” Even despite the pain, the mare still appeared happy to have that litter, though she knew they wouldn’t last long due to her “daddeh”, so she tried to change positions despite being pillowed and see her beloved babbehs, until…
“Stop right there.” A hand pressed her into the wooden table, stopping her already futile attempts right there. It was him, Mark, her meanie munstah daddeh. “Where do you think you’re going, Snowball?”
“SCREEEEEE! NU HUWT BABBEHS DADDEH, PWEAS!! NO MOWE HUWTIES!!” Snowball screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to wiggle herself out of the man’s grasp, though it was useless due to her state.
Mark slapped her face hard and she stopped with the screaming immediately, looking at him with tear-filled eyes and whimpering. “Shut the fuck up, you bitch!” He was irritated by all that squirming, obviously. He didn’t even do anything to them yet. “Now choose one or I’ll kill each one of those shitrats in front of you!”
Mark turned the mare around and pressed her head onto the table to see her foals, 5 in total. Two earthies, two pegasi, and one unicorn. They were all chirping frantically, pleading for their mummah’s milk. Blue, red, yellow, dark green, and violet.
Snowball looked at each of the foals carefully, she didn’t know what her daddeh would do to them, he was always so… creative… and cruel…
Sometimes, he would throw her babbeh at the wall, other times he would sell them to other abusers, and sometimes he sent her babbehs to fluffy mills. He was unpredictable, much to Snowball’s dismay.
After gulping, she shakingly said “D-da… wed babbeh… Pweas nu gib huwties to-” Before she could continue speaking, she was lifted up by the abuser. It was all he needed to know. “NU! BABBEHS NEE’ WUB AN’ HUGGIES FWON MUMMAH!! NEE’ MIWKIES!!”
“Your special friend is waiting.” Mark said coldly to her. That stallion was something else, it broke Snowball’s remaining leg before this litter, so for the man it was interesting to see what would he break this time. The mare once again kept wiggling on Mark’s grasp, trying to free herself before that stallion, her “special friend”, could hurt and breed her once again.
“P-Pweas daddeh! No mowe! Wha’ abou’ babbehs? Huuuhuuuu! Nu wan meanie speshaw fwend! Wub yu!” But all she received was a punch to the snout and then she calmed down, now only silently crying with her bleeding nose.
Meanwhile, while Mark left the basement with Snowball in his arms, the foals kept uselessly chirping for their mummah, never knowing what she went through after each birth and what was waiting for them, mainly the red female foal, which kept sucking her hoof in fear and hunger.
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To be continued.
