I went into the bathroom to tell the two still-hugging foals the news.
“How are you both doing”
“Babbehs feew bettah nao dat meanie bwudda am gun huu” Leafie said.
“Huu wai bwudda su meanie nao Daddeh huu wa’ habbben?”
“See, your brother Lemon has something called ’Smarty-Syndrome’. I know, very hard name, but you won’t have to worry about it. Basically, he’s a smarty now. Smarties are bad fluffies and really big meanies who like to hurt good fluffies like you two, even if they are their brothers or sisters. He thinks he’s now better than you two, BUT NEVER LISTEN TO HIM! Also, smarties can’t eat the same foods as good normal fluffies, like you. Lemon had drank milkies just before playing and could’ve died, if I hadn’t given him medicine just before! Do you understand”
“Uh… YUS, daddehs dink dey unnastan’, bu’… wa’ Wemon num nao?” Asked Leafie.
“Well, Smarties can never eat normal food like milkies or kibble. Instead smarty babbehs will need to drink poopie milkies, poopies mixed with milkies.”
“WA’?!?” They both scream in unison.
“And then when he gets older and has grown big and strong, he’ll have to start eating poopies”
Caramel starts crying “HUU HUU AM CAWAMEW A SMAWTY TUU HUU HUU NU WAN NU WAN NUM POOPIES HUU WAI HUU”
“Don’t worry Caramel, you’re not a smarty, you’re a good babbeh! You’ll never have to eat poopies again. Shh. Just relax, daddeh won’t let anybody make you eat poopies anymore”
“Uuh huu otay daddeh, cawamew unnastan’ huu huu bu’ poopies taste su ba’ huu huu nu am fo’ babbehs o’ fwuffies huu huu wai huu huu wai bwudda nee’ tu num poopies nao huu huu”
“I just told you. He’s a very bad babbeh and has smarty-syndrome. Didn’t he make you, a completely normal good babbeh, eat his poopies? You’re a good fluffy! You need good milkies to grow big and strong and then you need good nummies like kibble! And Leafie, didn’t he give you sorry-hoofsies? Just for calling your daddeh to help your good sister? That’s why he’s a smarty and that’s why he needs it”
They mostly seemed to understand, but are still horrified. I tell them that they need to help me with their brother. I’ll but a second litterbox in the saferoom, where they’ll need to go from now on, with no litter. The original litterbox will only be for Lemon. I’ll then have to use their poopies to blend it into poopie-milkies. (Thankfully I’ve got an old food mixer for all fluffy abuse related needs)
I void them, which is pretty painful, but I need something for his first feed time and I take some time to comfort them and explain to them how it’s all for their brother. I ready all the equipment and go to saferoom to replace litterbox with very small cups, that’ll still be easy to clean once in a while. However the Lemon is stll crying and screaming.
“NUUUUU HUU HUU HUU NU WAN FOWEBA SWEEPIES HUU HUU NU WAN POOPIE MIWKIES HUU HUU” On repeat basically, he doesn’t even look at me or notice me.
FEEDING TIME!
I have two feeding bottles at hand thankfully. I fill one with fluffy formula milk and for the other, I mix the formula milk with all of the siblings waste. I bring the two siblings to the saferoom again. They looked at their screaming and crying brother with scared and worried looks, but I comforted them and placed them down on the carpet. I picked up Lemon, who, when seeing me, started crying and screaming even more. I brought him to his siblings and sat down with the bottles. I picked up Caramel and let fed her, while patting her head to distract her from his smarty brothers constant screaming and crying. After she had had her fill, I placed her down on the soft carpet and gave her a last pat.
Next I picked up the screeching smarty, who opened his eyes in horror. I told him to be ready for his nummies and showed poopie-milk feeding bottle into his mouth. He had suckled for only a few seconds, lost in hope, when his eyes widened and he pushed the bottle away, while crying and screaming.
“HUU HUU HUU CHIRP WOWSTES MIWKIES EBAH HUU HUU HUU NU WAN NU WAN HUU WAN BESTES MIWKIES FO’ BESTES BABBEH HUU HUU DUMMEH DADDEH WAI NU HEWP HUU HUU WAI UGWEE BWUDDA AN’ POOPIE SISTAH GET BESTES MIWKIES HUU WAI POOPIE SISTAH NU DWINK POOPIE MIWKIES HUU HUU HUU NU FAIW NU CHIRP FAIW NU FAIW HUU HUU NU FAIW NU FAIW CHIRP HUU”
I decided to place him down as he threw up. I scolded him from throwing up the little food he ate.
“SMARTY! DON’T THROW UP YOU MILKIES! I understand if you can’t drink much right now and you need time to adapt to your new diet, but throwing up on the carpet is out of the line! You need to drink your milkies like a good babbeh, not throw them up!”
“NU CAWE HUU NU CAWE DUMMEH HUU HUU DADDEH GIB BESTES BABBEH WOWSTES MIWKIES HUU HUU HUU SMAWTY GIB DUMMEH SOWWY POOPIES” He shot out a meager amount of liquid shit and blew a raspberry at me.
Now, he has really ruined his life.
I took the two scared siblings back to the bathroom with some blockies and carpets as their brother screamed. I gave the brother his milkies and let them rest and play by themselves, while I took care of the mess their brother made.
I got a sorry-stick from the closet and stepped into the room. He seemed to not notice me, probably because his eyes were closed as he loudly dreamed about everything dummeh daddeh would give him now.
“Hehe nao daddeh make poopie sistah dwink poopie miwkies hehe an’ make poopie sistah num smawties poopies an’ gib bestes lickie cleanies hehe an’ wet smawty make poopies wheweeba wan’ hehe an’ dummeh bwing smawty tu doctah an’ fix bestes babbeh an’ gib bestes bestes miwkies foweba an’ gib ugwee bwudda foweba sweepies fo’ nu be bestes wike bestes babbeh hehe an’ bestes gun get bestes toysies an’ wen smawty big an’ stwon’ gun get bestes sketties hehe an…”
I grabbed him in my hand and screamed at him 2YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT. YOU’RE NOT THE BESTEST, YOU’RE THE WORSTEST BABBEH EVER"
“Wh-wha’…?” He muttered after being awakened from his daydream, as he didn’t really get what was happening. Didn’t he just defeat the dummeh daddeh?
I smashed his face into his shit.
“HUUUU NU WAN NUM POOPIES NU MOWE NU WAN HUU DUMMEH WET SMAWTY GU”
I striked him with the sorry stick.
“OWWIEE CHIRP HUU DUMMEH DADDEH NU GIB SMAWTY HUWTIES AM BESTES BABBEH HUU HUU”
“YOU SHAT ON THE FLOOR AND MADE YOUR SISTER EAT IT”
“NU CAWE HUU” I hit him. “CHIRP HUU HUU * CHIRP”
“YOU HIT YOUR BROTHER! I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID, YOU WANT YOUR BROTHER TO GO FOREVER SLEEPIES. ONLY THE WORSTEST BABBEH WOULD SAY THAT”
“HUU NU CAWE DUMMEH!” I hit him again. “CHIRP HUU NU WAN HUU HUU CHIRP HUU”
“YOU REFUSE TO DRINK YOUR POOPIE-MILK AND THREW UP ON THE CARPET” I hit him again
"CHIRP HUU CHIRP NU CAWE CHIRP "
“AND WORST OF ALL, YOU KEEP CALLING ME, YOUR DADDEH, A DUMMEH” I hit him three times.
"NU.. CHIRP HUU HUU OWWIEE HUU CHIRP NU CAWE OWIEOWIEOWIE CHIRP HUU OWWWIIEEE CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP "
“And you know what? I’m happy you don’t get to drink normal milkies ever again and that you’ll have to eat shit for the rest of your life. It’s a fitting fate for a smarty, who’s THE WORSTEST BABBEH IN THE WORLD” I strike him on the back, which releases another round of desperate chirps.
"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP HUU CHIRP CHIRP* HUUHUU CHIRP CHIRP HUU NU WAN DADDEH HUU PWEA- OWWIIEE CHIRP CHIRP* CHIRP "
“No care” I held his face in shit and kept hitting him all over his body.
"CHIRP PEEP CHIRP CHIRP PEEP HUUHUU CHRIP CHIRP CHRIP PWEASE DADDEH GIB SMAWTY POOPIE MIWKIES NU WAN POOPI- OWIEE HUU CHIRP "
"NO CARE. DADDEH DOESN’T FUCKING CARE! NOW EAT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
He weakly looks up at me with tears rolling down it’s filthy shit covered face. “PWEASE DADDEH HUU HUU AM HUNGWEE BU’ NU WAN JUS POOPIES HUU HUU”
“I. DON’T. FUCKING. CARE” I blew him a raspberry and hit the chirp machine all over his body.
"pwease daddeh huu huu CHIRP " was the last he said before going unconscious. His head fell back into shit.
Sorry, for the break. I’m lazy.