One day after walking home one evening, I heard some strong chirping in the alleyway. I decided to investigate and found a dead mare, surrounded by three barely alive little chirpy foals. One of them had a bright yellow fur, another had a kinda dusty green fur and the other had caramel light brown fur. I decided to take them all home.
See, I did not do this from the goodness of my heart. I’m an abuser. I was hoping something could arise with the „poopie” that I could use to my advantage
And in the end it seemed I was not that wrong.
I brought them into the saferoom and fed them formula as they were very much starving and their ribs very showing. Slowly but surely though, they began growing fatter and bigger. After some time they opened their eyes. A cacophany of Chirps and questioning, then enthusiastic „Daddehs” filled the small room. I gave them blockies, a ball, beds, a plushie friend and a TV filled with pirated full day recordings of FluffTV I had downloaded from an abuse forum (I won’t pay Hasbio another cent).
I named the brown filly Caramel, Green colt Leafie and the Yellow colt Lemon, though he would take on a new moniker soon enough. Now was the time to littertrain them. I explained to them what good and bad poopies were and introduced them to the litterbox yadda yadda. They all seemingly listened to me and agreed to do good-poopies, but soon I found out that not all of them were that good fluffies.
Lemon was playing with a ball together with his sister Caramel. While the Caramel and Leafie had been making good poopies consistently, Lemon was going to ruin his life in mere moments.
Rumbling noise in stomach “Huu, Babbeh nee’ tu make poopies nao… bu’ wan’ pway baww huu su wong way tu da wittaboxie huu huu (15 babbeh steps) nu wan’ stop pwaying… BABBEH WAN PWAY” The stupid foal shits on the floor “Aaah… hehe dummeh sissie come hewe hehe”
The brown filly looked at him curiously and started slowly walking towards him. “Wai bwudda caww babbeh dumm-EEEK WAI BWUDDA MAKE BAD POOPIES HUU HUU HUU DADDEH GUN BE MA’ NAO HUU HUU SAY TU USE WIDDABO-”
The yellow colt, who was stronger and a bit bigger, took his hoof over his sissies head and pushed it right into the poopies.
“MMHM mmmhmhm MHMMMHM”
“Hehe NU CAWE hehe sissy am poopie babbeh hab poopie fwuffsie hehe num aww of bestest babbehs poopies su babbeh can make pwaysies wit baww an’ bwockies an’ nu gu tu widdaboxie hehe”
The green foal noticed and immediately was alarmed at what he saw.
“Wa… wa’ bwudda… NUUU HUU HUU NU HUWT SISSIE WAI BWUDDA MAKE SISSIE NUM POOPIES HUU HUU WA’ HABBENIN’ HUU HUU DADDEH DADDEH PWEASE HUU DADDEH HEWP HUU HUU BWUDDA AM MEANIE HUU HUU” He ran to the door to alert his daddeh.
“What’s the matter, why are you…” A big smile grew over my face. Gotcha!
“WEMON AM BESTESS BABBEH AN NU WAN’ USE WIDDABOXIE HEHE WIDDABOXIE AM TU FAWSIES AWAYSIES AN’ MAKE DUMMEH POOPIE SISSY NUM AWW WEMONS POOPIES SU CAN PLAY AWW DA TAIM HEHE WEMON AM SMAWTY”
I feign complete shock. “Wha… You, Lemon are a smarty? Oh, no…”
Leafie looked at me completely hopless and confused, Lemon answered “YUS, babbeh am Smawty an’ bestess babbeh hehe. Smawty kno bestest hehe”
I rushed and pushed Lemon off Caramel and picked her up. She was crying and screaming.
“SISSY! Weafie am hewe sissy wub ou’ huu huu bwudda am hewe”
“WAI DUMMEH DADDEH HUWT BESTESS SMAWTY HUU HUU”
“Are you okay Caramel?”
“NUU HUU HUU CHIRP WAI AM BWUDDA MEANIE NU WIKE POOPIES SU SU BA’ NU WIKE HUU HUU HEWP DADDEH HUUUU”
I rush to wash her quickly. She pushes through her fear of water and I get it all out. I give her a bottle of nice formula milk to wash out the taste and give her a lot of huggies. She finally calms down and agrees to calm down and relax on the towel a little.
I return to the saferoom and of course everything is in disarray. There are numerous poopies and peepees on the floor and Leafie is crying on the ground.
“HUU HUU DADDEH HUU HUU BWUDDAH GIB WEAFIE SOWWY-HOOFSIES HUU HUU NU WIKE HUU WAI AM BWUDDA MEANIE NAO DADDEH HUU HUU”
“LEMON, WHY DID YOU GIVE YOUR BROTHER OWIES AND WHY IS THE FLOOR COVERED IN POOP AND PISS?”
“NU CAWE DUMMEH DADDEH. BWUDDA AM DUMMEH AN’ SISSY AM DUMMEH AN’ POOPIE AN’ BESTESS SMAWTY MAKE POOPIES AN’ PEEPEES WHEWEEBA WAN’! BABBEH A-”
I slap the bastard across the body. Hard.
“HUU HUU OWIEEE HUU HUU DADDEH AM WEAW MEANIE HUU HUU WAI HUWT BESTESS BABBEH WAI HUWT BESTEST SMAWTY HUU HUU DADDEH AM SU DUMMEH HUU HUU”
I quickly took Leafie to his sister and told them everything would be alright. They began to hug and cry together.
I came back into the saferoom and he was still crying his eyes out on the floor and muttering about „dummeh daddeh” in between sobs.
“TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHEN YOU LAST DRANK MILK!”
“Huu wa’…? nu… NU CAWE DUMMEH HUU HUU DUMMEH HUWT SMAWTY”
“IF YOU DON’T TELL ME, YOU’LL GET FOREVER SLEEPIES! YOU’LL DIE IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME!”
“HUU HUU Dummeh nu gib smawty CHIRP foweba sweepies huu huu!”
“i won’t, but you have smarty syndrome and it can KILL YOU, GIVE YOU FOREVER SLEEPIES! Do you get that? I need to know when you last ate milk, or you’ll go forever sleepies”
“Huu huu smawty nu wan CHIRP foweba sweepies huu huu Wast hab miwkies jus’ befo’ pway huu huu”
“Oh no… THAT’S BAD, THAT’S REALLY BAD!”
“Wa…? HUU HUU WA… HUU HUU CHIRP HUU SMAWTY NU WAN GU FOWEBA SWEEPIES HUU HUU DADDEH HEWP SMAWTY HUU HUU NU WAN NU WAN HUU HUU” Heh, already calling me daddeh…
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you an andidote. You’ll still be very sick, but you’ll live”
“PWEASE HUWWY DADDEH CHIRP HUU HUU NU WAN FOWEBA SWEEPIES HUU HUU”
Of course in reality, there’s nothing wrong with him. No foal can die from milk, even formula milk. I’ll give him a little non-lethal poison, which will make him feel horrible and make him shit his innards out and throw up.
“YOU NEED TO TAKE THIS RIGHT NOW”
“OTAY HUUHUU NU TASTE PWETTY HUU HUU… AM SMAWTY SAFESIE NAO DADDEH HUU HUU”
“I think so… But now that you’re a smarty Lemon…”
“NU AM WEMON ANYMO’ AM SMAWTY!”
“Yeah… now that you’re a smarty, you can’t num certain foods anymore… You can’t drink normal milkies for example”
“Wa… wa’ Smawty num den?”
“Fluffies with Smarty Syndrome can only num poopies and smarty babbehs can only drink poopie milk”
“Wa… WA’ DUMMEH SAY DUMMEH! BESTESS HAB ONWY BESTESS MIWKIES AN’ WEN BABBEH BIG AN’ STWON’ GUN ONWY HAB BESTESS SKETTIES DUMMEH DADDEH WIE” He blew me a raspberry.
“No… You’re a smarty, if you eat any of those, you’ll get forever sleepies or if I give you the medicine, you’ll get the worstest sickies in tummy. Can you feel the sickies in your tummy? They are there because you drank normal milk, which you can’t drink anymore”
The fluffy looked down in horror. He felt a gurgle inside him and then huge owies and cramps. He felt so bad as he was wriggling on the ground. He let out wet diarrhea as he cried and screamed and threw up. Slowly, he began to recover, he tried to get daddeh to help him to take his hurties and owies and worstest feelies away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. This is the most I can do if you eat normal food, save you from forever sleepies. You’ll have to start eating poopie-milkies and then normal poopies for the rest of your life”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”