You are Sproket.
A fluffy with light brown fur and purplish mane.
You live in a very tall housie with your lovely mama and many other fluffy friends.
You are happy because all these friends are all meres and they gave you the bestest special huggies whenever you want.
But among all these special friends, only one is your favorite.
Her name is Molly, a golden fur, silver sparkly mane and platinum eyes gorgeous mere; too bad she’s a pointy-wingy monsta, but you dont mind, she gives you the bestest bestest good feels.
She’s a bit combative but you know how to convince her.
One day you’re napping in your giant fully accessorized safe room.
You hear a loud CRASH coming from your mama housie entrance and yells.
It scares you a bit, but you dont mind it more than that.
You lazily get up and stretch your delicate body and go to the litterbox.
A man storms inside your room; it’s Dominic, Molly’s dadde and he’s absolutely enraged, but you dont know why.
He stares at you but you dont budge, probably is another of his silly pranks; then he slowly starts to approach you.
“Hewwo Mowwy dadde! Ams Mowwy com to pway wit Spwo-“
You dont have the time to finish your sentence that he grabs roughly your neck and smash you right over your freshly made good poopies.
“SCREEEEEEEEEE! HUWTIES! MAMA HEEEEEWP”
You yell while Dominic gives you the worstest hurties you ever had in your entire good fluffy life.
Your mama is trying to stop him but she gets easily pushed away.
Then Dominic throws you towards the wall where you hit your delicate smelly place.
Booboo juice starts to pour out in great amounts.
He yells at you, mama yells at him, you scream both from fear and pain.
your mama picks you up and gives you huggies, but for some reason these huggies dont fix your pain.
Your mama is arguing with Dominic.. no, thats not Dominic.
Dominic is a good guy… that must be monster wearing Dominic face.
“TELL HER WHAT YOU DID!”
The monster is yelling at you.
What did you do? You do many things… You cant remember all of them!
Mama is trying to protect you.
“TELL YOUR MAMA WHAT YOU DID TO MOLLY YOU FUCKING SHITTARD!!”
Molly? Its been a while since you saw her, but you do remember that the last thing you two done where special huggies.
You want to tell but something in your guts is screaming to dont.
You are conflicted right now.
In all this theres something wrong… since when monsters can cry?
You are Dominic Sanders.
You are the proud owner of Molly, a true marvel of fluffy engineering and she is the bestest fluffy you could ever own.
Bestest is not just a word, its a fact.
She’s chill, kind, intelligent, strong, curious, never demanded or throw tantrum over anything.
You got her when you were still a kid, around 15-17 years old.
She’s been with you for many years and helped you go thought various tragic events.
Only recently you found her distant, always seems distracted by something, jump at every small noise and tried multiple times to run away from you when you tried to pat her behind.
Something wrong was happening to her but she wouldnt tell you, always saying.
“Nu wowy dadde, Mowwy ams fine”
She never lied to you and this made you worry even harder.
One day you hear some screams coming from the bathroom, you rush and found Molly hid in a corner behind the washing machine.
She was panting, blood and amniotic fluid everywhere.
“Molly whats wrong honey? Why are you-“
“Peep peep” you heard.
You look behind her and in shock you discovered that she gave birth of 9 foals, but only 4 were peeping.
“Dadde… -pant pant- am sowwy.. -pant- pweese nu be mad -cough-”
“Oooh no Molly! Why would i be mad? Why didnt you tell me Molly?”
“Huuu dadde -sigh am sowwy -pant sigh pant- Mowwy… nu wan spesh… -cough cough- huuu -sigh- buh gib anywai -cough pant-“
Molly is panting and coughing too much for even talking.
You could see her pain, she starts to slow down her breathing. Slower and slower.
You hold her face, you both crying
Her last words “*Dadd..eee -wheeze wheeze- pwomis… be…beeees -wheeze-”.
She left you with four bebes, four beautiful chirping bebes.
You lost a life time friend, they lost a mama.
all you feel right now is pure wrath and you know only one is fully responsible.
You are Molly and you were a good fluffy.
Yes, you WERE.
This is not currently you, just an agglomeration of memories flowing in front of your eyes, memories you thought were gone forever.
Like when you were born and the first word your fluffy mama ever said was “EEEEEEK MONSTHA BEBEH!”
How you managed to survive that rough foalhood, is beyond any imaginable comprehensions.
None from your supposed herd wanted to deal with you; not your dadde, not your siblings, not other fluffies, not the smarty leader.. not even those fluffies called “dummie poopies” wanted to stay near you.
Your only physical interaction with your mama was the daily beat up she gave you trying to give you forever sleepies.
You remember their happy and cheerful looks when a human (your now dadde) come and pick you up, thinking that the human would finally get rid of their curse.
Looks that turned into rage and disbelief when the human gave you the biggest and longest hug you ever had.
Looks that turned into fear and horror when the smarty, took by rage, decided to ram against the human only to get the wostest stompies owies and forever sleepies.
That human gave you a name, a house.
He gave you the love you were craving so desperately.
But your mind was corrupted by your former herd words.
“Ou am monsta, monstas nu desev anifin guud, monstas onwy wuin tings”
You tried multiple times to run away, not because you hated your dadde, but because you were afraid that you would hurt him.
But dadde always took these runs like a game and every time he catches you, he alway had the biggest smiles and give you the biggest huggies.
Then he started to talk about his past.
How his bwodda gone forever sleepies after an assident.
How his mama always blamed him for any little thing.
How his dadde would give him the worstest hurties.
Dadde reminded you of your past, he was the monsta of his family.. just like you.
You remembered every time you two would sleep in the same bed;
Every time he singed for you, he wasn’t the bestest singer, but every time he did, you could feel your heart getting the biggest happies.
Your favorite song was from a herd of humans called the Piwwow and the song was “fank ou mai twiwit” or something like that.
Your house, the biggest house, a very tall house that looked like a ginormous tree, with many other families and fluffies, “all pretty girls like you” how your dadde would often say.
They didnt mind your appearance, there were other pointy-wingy monstas.
You were used to play monsta-tag in the backyard, of course you were the monster, but for those times it was good being the monsta because you were having fun.
You never won a single time;
The only time you almost won, that big dummie of Cassiopea screamed so loud that her dadde came down and roughly kicked you away.
Your dadde was there too and he had the biggest angwiest face ever.
The two daddes started yelling at each other till they also started to fight.
Cassiopea and her dadde left the big house and you never heard of them ever again.
Then after some forevers, Sprocket and his mama came.
A big meany dummie stallion, always causing troubles back and forth to all you girls but acting like a cute bebe when his mama or others were present.
He gave lots of worstest huggies to every single one of you, but with you, he was the meaniest.
You tried to fight back but in all response, Sprocket broke your smelly place and told you
“don ou dawe say anifin ow Spwoket gon gib ou da wostest foeba sweepies”
So you stopped altogether and let him do whatever he wants.
Sprocket gave you tumme bebes, you wanted to tell your dadde, but you didnt wanted to hurt him more, he already suffered enough and you were scared Sprocket would hurt you even more.
So you kept your secret the best you could.
Cramps.
Painful cramps.
These were the tumme bebes telling you they were ready to came out.
You push as hard as you can.
You could feel your bebes coming out with each push, one longer and painful than the other.
The pain is unbearable but you keep pushing in silence. No time to rest, only push.
Not all bebes were chirping.
The last thing you saw was the face of you dadde, he found you and he was crying.
Your time has come, You wanted to tell him everything, everything that happened.
Each single word rushing downd your thinky place but your mouth would only say
“Am sowwy”, “nu be mad”, “pwomis”, “bebes” and with the last of your breath “wob ou”.
All pain is gone.
You are Natalie Sanchez and you dont know what the fuck is going on.
Dominic, your neighbor, just stormed inside your apartment and started beating the living shit out of your poor Sprocket.
This poor being that you found in an alley left to starve to death by his near by moma.
Another case of color favoritism you initially thought.
You gone to grab him, the mere just stared at you.
no begging to being adopted, no complaints on taking her poopie bebe.
It was a strange encounter for sure, she was feeding her other bebes, but they were also “bad colored” ones, so why particularly this one bebe was left on its own?
The only thing she said was “dis ams bad bebe… ou gon wegwet it”
For then taking her chirping bebes and disappear among the darkness of the alley.
This one bebe you grew, teaching him to be a good fluffy, you teach him how to use the litter box.
The funny tip-tap dancies he would do every time you returned from work.
Fast learner, never needed any sorry-stuff.
You spoiled him a bit yes, but he wasn’t anything unbearable, he just wanted his momma indisputable love.
You two had to move from one condominium to another.
The first one, fluffies weren’t allowed.
The second one, it was an only stallion allowed and for his small sizes, Sprocket was constantly bullied by the others.
The third one, during a rough protest, some vandals put it on fire killing many people inside.
And the current one is only mere allowed, she got the apartment as long as Sprocket was castrated.
Sprocket wasnt happy about that, but there were no other places to go.
You just moved in and he’s already caused troubles.
Playing too rough with the girls, scaring them off, some found crying with their noses gurgling blood.
There were no cameras and the meres wouldnt tell a thing, so no proofs it was him at all.
But also, by how the condominium was built, the backyard have walls instead of a normal fence and those are at least 3 meters deep underground, so unless feral fluffies had developed mole hooves, there were no way they would dig that down.
Ok, Sprocket is the only stallion in an only mere place, but he’s castrated for crying out loud!
How this bundle of joy could impregnate any one? HE HAS NO BALLS FOR FUCK SAKE!!!
unless…
The doctor words would reveled to be true.
She said that in some extreme cases, a castrated stallion could still produce some small amounts of semen, the sex appeal would be lowered but they could still have a sexual need.
Surely someone at Hasbio was smoking crack while making fluffies.
As you hold a crying Sprocket with blood coming from anywere, you feel something slimy, warm and wet slowly soaking your shirt.
You go to look and… he has a fucking boner and he just came. Disgusting.
My god, you’re not holding your fluffy.
You’re holding a rape monster disguised as a cute plushie.
Memories.
Bad memories of your past restart resurfacing.
Only terror and disgust in your eyes.
You throw that thing away, it hits the ground and starts to cry even louder.
Thats not your fluffy, thats a shit rat.
You are Sprocket and you just suffered the greatest injustice you ever faced.
Your mom, your lovingly mom just throw you to the ground and stared at you with disgust.
Dominic face was too horrific.
You try to crawl back to your mom just to meet the flying foot of Dominic.
You fly faster than a metal munsta and hit the wall with great force.
A cracking noise echoes through your body
Your entire body is raging in pain, booboo juice coming out from any places.
Your leggies doesnt responds.
But your no-no stick… felt funny.
It was weird, does your no-no stick actually like all that? Because you surely dont but it felt good. Really good.
Still lying on the ground
“Enf enf enf”
Everything hurts
“Enf enf enf”
Your mom is watching
“ENF ENF ENF”
it hurts
“ENF. ENF. ENF”
but it feels good.
“GUUUUUUUD FEEEEEEEEEWSSSS!”
Special juice all over the floor soaking your light brown tummy fur.
So warm.. so wet… you like it, your no-no stick likes it even more.
But before you could start another enf round, you hear several loud screams.
“SCREEEEEEE BIGGEST POOOPIESS!!”
Other meres gave birth to YOUR bebes.
You’re a dadde now, you want to see your bebes.
You try to move, but your legs still refure to work; so you try to wobble, but thats give you the good feels.
You forgot about the pain and bebes, its only enf now.
You are both Natalie and Dominic and you’re watching a shit rat fucking the moquette of his saferoom.
Its a fucking disgusting view.
Dominic steps on Sprocket legs, a soft crunch is heard, the shitrat cried from the pain but didnt stop the enf motion.
Natalie grabbed her former fluffy by the mane and rises it to her eyes level, still he would cry but the twitch wasnt stopping.
An ugly combination of blood and sperm kept coming out from the shit rat penis like a fucking hose.
“What the fuck is wrong whit this thing?” You both thought.
Then Natalie snapped bare handed Sprocket dick. Yea, just like that.
The screams of pain of that thing made the windows vibrate, then she shoved it down its throat making it gurgling.
Dominic punched Sprocket so hard in the stomach that he made it puke and shit at the same time.
Spitting out its own meat, technically saving it from its own deep throat.
“Dont kill it yet” Dominic said
“He didnt hurt only Molly, there are other meres and their owners who i think would like to spend some time with it”.
A month has passed now.
Sprocket is now just a mass of blood, yet still alive somehow.
Over 30 meres only 15 successfully gave birth, 3 died during birth, 2 died after birth, 2 got their foals taken away, 2 got only dead foals and 1 literally exploded by the enormous amount of bebes in her tummy.
But the common feel was one, they all hated Sprocket.
When the bebes were old enough and became talkie bebes, Dominic and Natalie came to their final plan.
They gathered up all the foals and grouped all in one room.
“Listen up little fluffies!” Natalie said
“You are all good bebe and we love you soo sooo much and you know that” Dominic continued.
All those bebes were happily chirping and cooing.
“We want to introduce to you to a very special -cough- fluffy” Natalie said as Dominic were to grab the special one.
“This is your dadde!”
All the foals were staring at him, they knew him by the stories of their mamas and their hoomans mamas and daddes.
“He is the one and only responsabile of all your mamas bad times, he gave them bad huggies, has hurt all of your mamas and want to hurt you as well” said Dominic holding that barely alive carcass.
Dominic throws Sprocket at the center of the room which landed with a loud -thump-.
All the foals were just staring at him.
The shit rat opened his eyes
“bebes? Bebes! Spwoket am dadde! Dadde wob aww bebes! Dadde gon gib ou da biggest huggies!”
This is what he wanted to say but his mouth conventionally said
“dadde, gib huwtied, bebes”
and this only enraged the bebes even more to a point that one of them rushed towards him, gave him a hoofsie and rushed back into the group.
Other bebes took example and did the same, some would keep hurting him, some were just trash talking their dadde.
Sprocket was physically and mentally broken at that point.
He was just sobbing saying “am sowwy” over and over again till the breaking point where his mental state returned to a chirpy stage.
It was a pathetic view.
Surprisingly enoug, none of the bebes gave him the infamous sorry poopies.
Even they knew that their shit has more value than their poor excuse of a father.
Sprocket got locked in his former safe room, now turned into a sorry room.
No light, no entertainment, only cold hard marble pavement and darkness; left to die in his own misery.
Not all of Sprocket deeds was harmful.
Natalie and Dominic got closer.
They rise together all four of Molly offsprings.
Platinum the fully gold stallion, big and strong, he’s the brave heart of the family;
Goldie the fully silver stallion, bit smaller than Platinum but more energetic, he loves sports;
Silver the fully platinum stallion, the shy kid of the family but a real genius;
And Dolly the little runt, who is identical to her mama minus the swapped colors and an undeveloped leg, she is the collant of this weird family.
Two new rule were added to the condominium rule books:
1 - never underestimate a mama’s word (human of fluffy).
2 - its severely prohibited to name any foal after Sprocket.
ALL IN A DAY OF WORK
