SOON MUMMAH SPECIALS
A FluffMart Anthology
Chapter Four: Ketchup
The white Hyundai Accent pulled in to the parking lot and rolled up to a parking spot near the door. Its driver sat for a minute, talking on his cell phone before walking into the University City FluffMart.
20 year old Noah Francis was a junior teaching education student at UNCC from Mooresville, North Carolina. He was a good student, and respected enough by his Kappa Upsilon Sigma brothers to have been named the fraternityâs Pledgemasterâer, âNew Member Education Directorââfor the year. He had a fluffy as a kid, and FluffMartâs almost constant advertisement of the âSoon-Mummah Specialsâ over the past two weeks brought back a lot of memories.
At the last chapter meeting, Noah asked permission to bring a fluffy into the house. The house accepted his proposalâshoveling pony shit seemed a good way to keep the pledges occupied, and a way to skirt the âhazingâ accusations that had gotten them put on social probation in the last academic year.
The âdoorbellâ rang as he walked through the automatic doors. The chubby woman behind the counter greeted him, and he told her he was âjust looking aroundâ. The store had a small pen for bargain foalsâwhich mostly appeared to be foals with poor colors, or bigger foals which were about to age out of retail sales.
I wonder what happens to the ones that get too big to sell, he thought. Then he found himself where he needed to beâthe soon-mummah pens.
Sure enough, each pen contained a dam resting on a soft fluffy bed. It was obvious that most of them werenât very far along, since their legs still touched the groundâexcept for one particularly bloated salmon-colored one. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her cheeks were matted with tears. She had apparently been here for a while.
âHey, can I help you find anything?â
Noah looked up to see a guy with red hair in a blue FluffMart polo. His nametag read âKeithâ.
âDonât I know you from somewhere? Did we have a class together or something?â
The store clerk nodded. âYeah, Biology 2 a couple years ago, right? I think we were at tables next to each other in the lab. Remember the TA?â
âHow could I not? I spent more time staring at her ass than at my microscope.â
The two students chatted for a couple of minutes before Keith decided to get down to business.
âSo, you looking to buy a âSoon-Mummahâ?â
âYeah, thinking about it. I had a fluffy as a kid, and we let her have a litter, so I think I know what Iâm doing.â
âI hear you. Got any preferences?â
âHmmâŚprobably not one thatâs too far along,â Noah said, casting a sidelong glance at the salmon-colored mare.
Keith nodded. âYeah, I know what you mean. Sheâs been here since we started selling the Specials a couple weeks ago. âBout to pop, that one. Iâm not really sure why no one wants her in particular.â
âAnd the rest of them have been selling?â
âYeah. We started keeping four at a time, but they sold so quickly the first couple of days that we built temporary pens and upped our stock to eight,â he said as he pointed to the additional pens. âWe usually only have five or six in on a day like this, but theyâre packed out on the weekends.â
âInteresting. What can you tell me about this red pegasus here?â He pointed to a red dam with a yellow mane and tail. She rested on her bed, humming a soon-mummah song to herself. Noah found the big goofy grin on the mareâs face comical.
âWe got her in from the farm on Monday. Sheâs probably at about nine days nowâfluffy pony gestation usually takesââ
âTwenty-eight. Yeah, I remember. So, $69.95?â
âYep. Need anyâŚcustomizations or anything?â
âJust a bag of food. Iâve already got a place set up for her.â
âYou live off-campus? I know the residence life Nazis wonât let students keep pets in the dorms.â
âThe Greek Village is an exception.â
In total, Noah spent $160 on the fluffy, a bag of kibble for pregnant mares, and a couple of needed accessories. The red dam clutched her ânyu daddehâ and flapped her wings happily as they exited the store.
Keith chuckled and shook his head. âWow, thatâs a first.â
Jen looked up from the front desk computer. âWhat is?â
âOn the one hand, you have Total Fucking Chad. On the other, you have Faggot Hugboxer. By their powers combinedââ
âJust shut the fuck up, Keith,â Jen said, as she went back to browsing the forums on FluffAroundCharlotte.
âHuu huuâŚnu wike sowwy bawks!â
âShhhâŚitâs ok. Weâre almost home.â
The red pegasus dam sulked anyway. As soon as they left the store, daddeh put her in a sorry box! She didnât know whyâshe was a good fluffy, and already gave her daddeh lots of huggies and love! The tears kept coming, in spite of the manâs verbal reassurances that everything would be alright.
âWould it be better if I opened the flaps on top? There.â Daddeh opened the cardboard box, allowing light to flood in. The fluffy raised her head up and looked aroundâthey were still in daddehâs metal monster, but were going very fast. She often dreamed of flying through the air among the clouds, and so she closed her eyes and spread her wings.
âFwuffy feew wike am fwyin!â
âAre we really doing this, Noah? Keeping a fluffy pony in the house?â
Mason, the fraternityâs treasurer, had a worldview typical of an accountant (with a personality to match). He was one of the few brothers who spoke up at the chapter meeting to oppose having a fluffy pony in the house.
âOf course we are, Mason. Think of the pledges, for goodness sakeâtheir eyes all aglow as they empty the litterbox and clean her hindquarters. Besides, itâll be good to have a pet in the house.â
âIf you want a pet, you get a dog. This isnât a pet, itâs aâŚitâs a toy, dammit!â
The red pegasus spoke up for herself. âFwuffy nu am toysie! Am awive!â
Mason sighed. âWhatever, dumbass. Where are you keeping it, anyway?â
âI cleared out the closet in my room, and nailed a piece of plywood to the inside of the doorframe so you can still close the door.â
âGood. At least we wonât have to hear her screaming and yelling all the time.â He turned and walked back to his room, leaving Noah and the fluffy standing there.
âDat Maysun am meanie!â The dam blew a raspberry in his general direction. Her daddeh flicked her on the nose.
âHeâs a brother in this house. Show some respect.â
âHuu huuâŚotay daddeh.â
Eleven freshmen stood side-by-side in a straight line in the fraternity house basement. It was the second week of pledging, and each of them was nervous about what the next nine weeks would bring.
They had all heard the stories: Strange Brew, The Tryon 500, Wrath of the Gods, and many other hazing rituals that had played a part in the Kappasâ reputation. Yet here they all stood, willing to endure all of the horrors the house could bring to bear, just so they could proudly wear their letters and have a sense of belonging in their new campus environs.
creak creak creak
Every member of the pledge class felt his sphincter tighten as Noah, the pledgemaster, walked down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, they could see that he carried a red fluffy pony in his arms. Their thoughts ran amok.
A fluffy. What the fuck?
So, what? We have to cook it up for the brothers tonight?
Oh my god. Heâs going to make us all take turns fucking it, isnât he?
âGreetings, pledges! And welcome to Pleducation Round Two!â The upperclassman said, using his best ringmaster impression. âIâm glad to see you all decided to show up on time tonight.â
The pledges chuckled awkwardly, remembering the ill fate that befell them when Alex got to lineup at 7:05 the week before. Supposedly, that was what got their water balloons for Pledge Invaders changed to marinara sauce.
âOk, kids. Without further ado, this here is my friend Ketchup. Say hello to the pledges, Ketchup.â
The fluffy waved excitedly. âHewwo, pwedges!â
âNow, Ketchup is an extra special fluffyâsheâs going to have foals! She lives upstairs in my closet. Until she gives birth, the eleven of you are entirely responsible for feeding her, playing with her, and cleaning up after her. Got that?â
A couple of the pledgesâat least the ones who had owned fluffy ponies at one time or anotherâgroaned. The others (who didnât know any better) breathed a sigh of relief.
âYes, Liam: you have a question?â
âYeah. Uh, do you have a schedule for us to keep track of when everything needs done? How will we know when she needs fed and everything?â
Noah grinned. âIâm glad you asked!â He pulled a large plastic plate out of his back pocket, on which there was a large red button. âAnyone know what this is?â
Silence. The pledgemaster continued, âThis, pledges, is a âpanic buttonâ. FluffMart sells these so a fluffy can contact its owner in case of an emergency. Ketchup, would you show them how it works?â
âYus, daddeh!â Noah placed the panic button on the floor and then set the fluffy down. She quickly shuffled over and pressed the button with her hoof. It lit up bright red, and an annoyingly loud warning alarm sounded from her daddehâs right front pocket. The pledgemaster pulled out his phone.
âSee? The button is connected to a smartphone app. This alerts the owner to his or her fluffyâs needs. Each one of you is going to download this app before you leave lineup tonight. No matter where you are on campus, you are to find your way to the saferoom within ten minutes and do whatever Ketchup tells you to do. Is that clear?â
Noahâs question was met with silence yet again. âGood. Now, while I take Ketchup back up to her saferoom, Brother Chuck is going to drill you on the Fraternityâs Founding Fathers and the Motto again.â
Chuck, the president of the fraternity, had made his way to the basement during Ketchupâs demonstration. He had pitched for the schoolâs baseball team until a shoulder injury during his freshman season derailed what could have been a professional career. At 6â4â, he towered over most of the pledges, and his booming voice seemed to pierce their own souls.
Noah didnât stick around for the fun, though. He walked back up to the common area, gingerly cradling his pegasus dam in both arms. Once he set her down in her saferoom, he deleted the app from his phone.
âKetchup am gud fwuffy, daddeh?â
âYep, Ketchup am good fluffy.â
Gabe gently caressed Kendraâs bare shoulder as he kissed her. Her roommate would be out at her work-study job for at least two more hours, so he didnât want to miss the opportunity before him.
âGabeâŚIâve been thinkingâŚâ
Oh my god, sheâs breaking up with me. âUh, yeah? What?â
âYou know, weâre in college now. Donât you think itâs time weââ
OhmygodhereitcomesâŚ
ââmade our relationship a little moreâŚadult?â She slipped the spaghetti strap on her shirt halfway down to her elbow.
What? Oh sweet Jesus, Vishnu, and Flying Spaghetti Monster, THANK YOU!
The couple had been âdatingâ since ninth grade. The term âdatingâ is used loosely here, as Kendraâs parents were very particular about their daughterâs social habits, and wouldnât allow her to go out alone with a boy until she had graduated high school. Gabeâs parents had no such compunction, and thought the whole thing was odd. His relationship with the pretty Indian girl had largely been relegated to open, chaperoned school events and secret kisses behind the gymnasium at the Christian school they both attended.
Not anymore.
Still, in the four weeks since they arrived on campus, this was the first time that Kendra had suggested they do anything beyond kisses and petting over clothing. She wouldnât have to ask him twice. He awkwardly put his hand on her bare shoulder and slowly drew it down toâ
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âWhat the hell, Gabe?â
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âAh, shit. Iâve gotta get to the fraternity house.â
âSeriously?â
âYeah. Fucking third time Ketchupâs hit the alarm today. Iâll be back in twenty minutes, I promise.â
OneâŚtwoâŚthreeâŚNoah counted nine pledges standing in his bedroom at the entrance to his closet. âGuys, where the fuck are Alex and Isaac?â
They all looked around, confused. Finally, Liam spoke. âIsaacâs in class until 5, so Iâm sure heâll come when heâs out.
Noah dropped his jaw in faux disbelief. âMaking excusesâand it hasnât even been a whole day! Listen up, pledgesâincluding you, Alex, I saw you walk in just nowâKetchup is a living, breathing creature! She is depending on you. Her foals are depending on you. Whatâs going to happen in a couple of years, assuming we let you in to Kappa Upsilon Sigma, and one of your brothers calls you and says his carâs engine blew on 85, and he needs you to pick him up and give him a ride to campus? That youâre in class? Thatâs fucking weak, man.â
The pledges all looked at the floor in front of them. Not one had the courage to respond.
âWell, didnât you come here for a reason? Go fucking find out what she wants!â
That got them moving. Within three seconds, the entire pledge class (including Isaac, who had just arrived from class) stood at the saferoom door.
âHewwo, pwedges! Ketchup make gud poopies in da wittahbawks!â
âAnd?â
âKetchup wan pwedges cween wittahbawksâŚwittahbawks nu smeww pwetty wif poopies. An Ketchup haf nu-smeww-pwetties on fwuff neaw poopie-pwace!â
Noah clicked his tongue. âAlex, Isaacâthat last bit sounds like a job for you. Clean that fluffyâs âpoopie-placeâ. The rest of you figure out how to clean her litterbox.â
An hour later, the whole pledge class walked back towards the dorms from the Greek Village. Disgusted, they complained all the way.
âUgh, why would anybody want one of those fucking things? Its shit smells like an open grave!â
âAt least you didnât have to pick the little pieces out of her fluff. I think she enjoyed that.â
âDonât fucking show up late again, or weâll all be in shit, Alex.â
âGod, I just want to kick that bitch so hard.â
Gabe said not a word. He had just gotten a text from Kendraâthe girls across the hall had invited her out for Chick-Fil-A, so she would be busy all evening.
Shit.
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âAh, fuck it. Letâs get this shit over with.â They all ran back the way they had come. This time, they ended up cooking Ketchup a spaghetti dinner in the houseâs derelict kitchen. It was going to be a long semester.
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âGoddammit, Ketchup! Itâs three oâclock in the morning! What the fuck could you possibly want now?â
Noah yelled from his bed, muffled by the covers, âHey! Donât you be mean to her. Thatâs against the rules. Just do what she says.â
Liam sighed. âWhat is it, Ketchup?â
The now-immobile fluffy, with tears in her eyes, replied, âHuu huuâŚKetchup haf bad sweepie-pictuweâŚâ
Isaac looked at his pledge brothers. âWhat the hell is a âbad sweepy-pictuweâ?â
âIt means she had a nightmare, dumbass,â Liam said. He then turned back to the dam and asked, âWhat do you want us to do about it?â
âCan pwedges sing Ketchup a song, an gif huggies?â
Gabe rolled his eyes. âUgh, for real?â
Not seeing any way around it, the pledges did as she asked. Then, the fluffy got her second wind and regaled them with mummah songs until the sun came up. Liam wondered to himself: and to think, weâve only been dealing with her for a week! Eight more weeks of this, and I might kill myself.
Ketchup rested in her soft nestie and sang a mummah song to herself. Her belly was full of sketties that the pledges had made her, and her tummy-babies happily played huggie tag in her tummy. With eleven humans catering to her every need, plus a daddeh who loved her so, she was as content as a pregnant mare possibly could be.
At first, the button had confused her. She loved how it lit up bright redâjust like her!âand how every time she did the pledges would all come running. But most of the time it seemed easier just to yell for daddeh or one of the other âhowsie-bwuddahsâ, since there was usually at least one of them already in the house. This practice came to an abrupt end when Bwuddah-Chuck, who lived next door to her daddeh, stomped over and whacked her smell-place with a school book. Apparently, his special friend had come over for special huggies time, which the dam had interrupted.
Apparently, daddeh and Bwuddah-Chuck had a big talk after that, because daddeh gave her a long talking-to about how the bwuddahs werenât to be bothered with fluffy stuff, and how the pledges all needed to learn their lessons. From then on, she pressed the button an average of seven times per day.
gurgle
Uh oh, time for poopies. Better press the button again.
Kendra huffed as she re-fastened her bra and began to button up her shirt. She glared at Gabe the entire time.
âIâm sorry! I promise itâs only for, like, another week! Then, Ketchup will foal, and sheâll start leaving us alone!â
âYou donât get it, do you? This isnât about the pig hamster. This is about your priorities! I am your girlfriend, Gabe. Weâve waited so long to actually be together. Now, we have our chance, and you skip out on me every single time!â
He didnât respond. She was right.
âWhatâs more is this: donât you know anything about fluffy ponies? What makes you think sheâll get less needy when sheâs got eight more little pig hamsters running around the house. Whoâs going to be their little bitch boy for the next two months? I hope you donât think your precious âbrothersâ are going to hold the bag.â
Oh my god. Eight more shitrats to push that button. But despite the realization, Gabe wouldnât let his girlfriend knuckle him under, either. How dare she talk to him like that? âTwo more months, and then Iâll be a brother, too! Then I can move out of the dorms and into my own room at the house, and we can have all the time together we want!â
Kendra shook her head. âYou walk out that door, Gabe, and I canât promise itâll open for you when you get back.â
Partly because he was now conditioned to run to the house at the summons, and partly because he was infuriated that his girlfriend had given him an ultimatum, Gabe stormed off, slamming the door behind him.
Eleven freshmen all congregated around the Chick-Fil-A table. Every one of them was tired, worn, and more than a little agitated. Liam, as Pledge Class President, had been the one to suggest the meeting, but Alex had been the first to arrive. Their situation was dire indeed.
âGuys, weâve got to do something about this. Ketchup is going to fucking ruin us all if this keeps up,â Liam said with a sigh.
âSheâs called me out of Chemistry Lab four times in the last two weeks,â added Isaac, whose head slumped on the table.
Dave, who almost never spoke, put in his two cents as well. âMy dad tried breeding fluffies for a while. This is exactly what happened. He ended up setting their hutch on fire in the end.â
Liam looked at the other end of the table. Gabe was still looking at his phone, his eyes dead from lack of sleep, from missed chances with his girlfriendâLiam (and everyone else in the house) knew about the poor virginâs plight. It wasnât without reason that the brothers gave him the pledge name of âBlueBallsâ.
âGabe, you have anything to add?â
ââŚâ
âGabe! You awake down there?â
ââŚshe just broke up with me. Itâs over.â
âOh, man. Iâm so sorry.â Liam meant it, in a wayâhe had met Kendra once, and thought she was kind of an uptight, controlling bitch. Besides, she wasnât that pretty. But he knew it would hurt Gabe, so he felt badly for him.
âShe says that one of the Epsilon brothers is in her Econ class, and heâs been inviting her to their big party this weekend every time class lets out.â
Alex, who was without a doubt the most laid back of the group, pounded his fist on the table. âThatâs fucking it! Fuck the Epsilons, fuck Kendra, and fuck this shitrat! She needs to goâtoday!â
Noah wasnât surprised when he got the texts. Eleven of them, all at once. He was just finishing his lunch over at Ichiban with Anya Corralesâthe Alpha Zeta Omega social chair, and Noahâs girlfriend since their first semester on campus when they were both Greek pledges.
He had apologized profusely for not being able to host her for the past two weeks. Since the Alphas had a house rule about men staying over, he was starting to get a little itchy. Fortunately, the identical texts were a sign that his class were learning their lesson.
COME TO THE HOUSE
He drove her back to the front door of her sororityâs house. Anya kissed him and promised him that was only a down payment for later, and he drove over to his house, walked in the door and up the front stairs to his room, where his entire pledge class stood waiting for him.
âHey guys. To what do I owe this pleasure? Does poor Ketchup have diarrhea again?â
Liam stepped forward. âNoah, weâre done. Itâs either her or us.â
âOh, really?â
âYeah, weâre tired of her shit! And good God, I wish that was only a figure of speech,â Alex said. His frequent tardiness meant he spent most of his time picking shit out of her fluff and wiping her anus. And Ketchup calling him her âLitter Palâ, which of course became his pledge name.
âWhat if I say no? What then?â
âWeâve all agreed that weâre turning in our pins and manuals before Pleducation tonight.â
Noah grinned a most devilish grin. The muscles in his face tensed up, and he yelledâin their facesâat the top of his lungs:
âLINE UUUUUUUUUP!!!â
Ketchup had been asleep until the pledges all came in and woke her up. Dummeh pwedges. Soon-mummah nee sweepies fo bestesâ babbehs. She had started to nod off again when she was startled awake by daddehâs loud yell. He soundedâŚnot angry. Something else. At any rate, she dismissed it and started to drift into sleep.
Then, daddeh came and picked her up. He scratched her a little behind her ears, then pulled a fluffy harness out of his dresser and began to snap it onto her.
âWhat doinâ, daddeh? Ketchup an daddeh goin somwhewe?â
Daddeh didnât say a word. But the smile on his face at least told her that he was pleased.
âDAAAAADEEEEEEEH! Babbehs made bad poopies on da fwoow! Mustawdâs safewoom nu smeww pwetty!â
Twelve year old Noah Francis rolled himself out of bed. It was five-thirty in the morning, and he didnât have to get up for school for another half hour. But this had become a regular thing. He had promised his parents he would take care of his fluffy pony, but he figured that she would at least take care of her own foals. He was wrong.
âDAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!â
âIâm coming. Geez, hold on a minute while I put on some pants!â
He had gotten Mustard, a yellow earthie filly, for Christmas last year. She was fun, playful, and curious. She even came and comforted him when he was sadâwhich happened more and more frequently, as did his parentsâ fighting.
Noahâs dad was a hedge fund manager, and split his time between his office in Charlotte and the companyâs headquarters in New York. His fatherâs frequent time away gave him an object lesson that absence certainly doesnât make the heart grow fonder.
Everything with Mustard took a turn for the worse when Noahâs parents took him to Huntersville for one of his soccer games that spring. His mom suggested putting the now fully grown mare in the backyard, as it would be a beautiful day and she could eat grass if she got hungry. He returned to find his beloved pet babbling about âgon haf babbehsâ as semen trickled out of her vagina. Instead of getting angry at the yellow mare, he lashed out at his parentsâhis dad, for never having time to fix the hole in the fence; his mom, for being too cheap to pay someone to repair it.
Mustard became increasingly difficult over the next four weeks. She started demanding spaghetti every day, insisting it made âda bestesâ babbehsâ. She almost always pooped outside of her litterboxâeven before she got too fat to waddle over to itâand blamed being a âsoon-mummahâ rather than her own apathy and stupidity. When she didnât get her way, she blew raspberries at Noah and called him a âdummeh daddehâ, and then shat on his legs in retribution.
It only got worse after her foals came. She was the epitome of a helicopter mom, refusing to let Noah or his parents so much as touch her precious âbabbehsâ. She even bit him a few times. The pet he had cuddled under the tree was gone, as was the friend he had told all of his preteen secrets to. There was no more throwing the ball in the backyard, or stacking blocks only to have her crash them all and giggle. He was left, instead, with an angry, brooding creature who only had time for her foals.
Noah decided to solve the problem by giving the foals awayâhe couldnât exactly sell them, as they werenât designer pets and Cleveland was still in recent memory. Mustard screamed bloody murder every time one of her babies left the saferoom, never to return, and she didnât really improve once they were all gone. Apparently, their relationship was forever broken, as was the boyâs heart.
The final straw came when Noah refused to let her have more foals. The shouting match ended with many foul words and shit-caked walls. His mom dropped Mustard at a shelter that night, and he never saw her again. And didnât care.
Ketchup loved upsies. She closed her eyes and pretended she was flying as daddeh carried her through the house. Daddeh held her by the loop at the top of the harness and carried a small metal thing in his other hand.
âDaddeh, what am dat metaw fingie?â
âItâs called a âcarabinerâ.â
âWhat am cawabinew, daddeh?â
âIt holds things.â
She wasnât sure how a little metal thing that wasnât alive could hold anything, but there were lots of things she didnât understand. Like why they were leaving the saferoom when her babies could come any day now, or why daddeh insisted on cleaning her poopie-place and special place before they came downstairs, and didnât get the dummy pledges to do it.
When Ketchup opened her eyes, she found she was in the basement. All of the pledges were lined up as usual, and more of the brothers than she had ever seen in one place at the same time stood around the room.
âBrothers of the Kappa Upsilon Sigma Fraternity: we have witnessed an unprecedented phenomenon today. An entire pledge class has banded together and threatened to quit in just the third week!â
At first, there was silence. Then, tremendous applause from the brothers. Daddeh let it continue for a minute, then settled them down.
âNow, in light of this momentous occasion, I have decided as pledgemaster to let these kids have the night off from lineup. Instead, weâre going to have a party!â
It was now the pledgesâ turn to celebrate. Of course, being nervous pledges, they were much more reserved.
âSo, I got to thinking, guys. What would a party be withoutâŚa pinata!â
Everyone in the roomâespecially the pledgesâcheered loudly at Noahâs pronouncement. Ketchup cheered, too, as Noah attached her to the carabiner, and the carabiner to one of the hooks on the wall typically reserved for Mardi Gras lights.
Liam Kennedy took the stick and blindfold first. Mason turned on the sound system and played the mariachi music they kept in the computer for Cinco de Mayo. The president of the pledge class couldnât see, but later said that frustration drove him to the mighty overhand whack he gave the mare on his first swing.
âSCREEEEEEEEEE! Huu huuâŚwai dummeh pwedge huwt Ketchup? Am gonâ be mummah soon!â
Noah, who was now wearing a gigantic sombrero with SOUTH OF THE BORDER written on it, leaned to Chuck and said, âyouâd think I taught her to call them that, but I didnât.â
David was up next. He smacked the dam squarely on the nose, drawing blood.
âSCREEEEEEEEE! Owwies! Smeww pwace haf huwties! Daddeh, sabe Ketchup!â
But âdaddehâ didnât come to her aid. He stood and laughed loudly as each pledge bludgeoned the mare in turn.
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
Ben, the Rush Chair, asked Noah, âHey, why isnât she shitting all over everything yet?â
âGorilla Glue is my best friend.â
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
The last pledge in the line was Gabe. He broke the rules of the game by removing his blindfold, but no one bothered to correct him. The freshmanâs eyes were full of hate, and he glared at the bleeding mare. She looked back at him with tear-filled eyes.
âPwease, nice pwedge BwuebawwsâŚhewp Ketchup wun 'way. Soon-mummah haf bad owwies, an tummeh babbehs am haf huwties.â
Filled with both frustration and rage, Gabe blasted the mare as one would a high fastball at eye level. Her teeth shattered, and many of them clattered to the floor from the damâs bleeding mouth.
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!â
âOoooh, good shot! But we still donât have a winner. Pledges, line up for another turn!â
They happily obliged. The hits kept coming, but the glue over Ketchupâs orifices held firm. In spite of the fluffyâs many bleeding lashes, it was soon time for round three.
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEE!â
On Alexâs third turn, the stick met the red pegasusâ side with a brutal WHACK. The glue holding her anus shut finally gave way and blood and shit sprayed around the room as Ketchup spun in a circle. The floor, and all of the pledges, were coated.
âSCREEEEEEEEE! Nu feew tummeh babbehs! Am soon-mummah-nu-mowe? Huu huuâŚâ
At last, the end of the line was reached, and Gabe took his third turn. As before, he wore no blindfold. This time, he went with an overhanded strike.
WHACK
âSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!â
The mareâs torso split open, showering the pledges in blood and gore. The now-eviscerated fluffy could see her own internal organs on the ground on the upswing, as well as seven lifeless, nearly formed fetuses. A couple of them twitched feebly on the ground, but it was obvious both to her and to the surrounding crowd that they were all dead.
âHuuuuuhackâŚtummeh-bahack**gyurkâŚâ
âDing, ding, ding! We have a winner! Gabe, go ahead and take her down. Once you guys are all washed up, run over to the store and grab some groceries. The brothers are cooking you all dinner tonight!â
The pledges all cheeredâexcept for Gabe, who detached the mare from the ceiling and let her splat on the ground, then proceeded to beat her senseless.
Ketchup lay on the cold concrete floor, bleeding out quickly. She could see her dead, unborn foals all around, and wept silently as she realized that they would never drink milkies from her milkie-placesâŚwould never run, play, and give hugsâŚwould never be big talkie-babiesâŚwould never call her âmummahâ.
The last thing she ever saw was her daddehâgrinning and clappingâsurrounded by his brothers. Every one of them slapped him on the back and high-fived him for his masterful achievement.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR