TARDINA By FoalOut4
It was around 8:20 AM when Tardina arrived at the local Fluffy Shelter. A white pegasus mare with a red mane and green eyes. She had recently given birth to five foals, and her owner simply had had enough of her.
“I just can’t deal with her anymore, just being around her has probably given me irreversible brain damage!”
Her owner, a slender woman in her 30s, says that Tardina is the absolutely dumbest fluffy she has ever had the mispleasure of meeting.
"I named her Tardina because she’s clearly retarded. But later I felt bad about it, because retarded people are geniuses compared to her, so it’d be an insult to call her retarded, she’s FAR beyond retarded. Even brain dead is far too generous for her."
Her owner signs her over to the Fluffy Shelter, and briskly walks away, shouting, “Good fucking luck!” to the employees.
Mary, a new employee, takes a general assessment of Tardina and examines her in her cage.
Tardina is humming what seems to be a Mummah Song to her foals, but the words are all messed up …
“Mummah wuv miwkies, babbehs wuv babbehs, miwkies wuv mummah an babbehs, gwow big an stwong wuv mummah tu!”
Tardina is suckling on one of her foal’s bellies like a pacifier, while the foal chirps and peeps in distress.
MARY: “Tardina, why are you sucking on that foal’s belly?”
TARDINA: “Mummah am feeding babbeh hew miwkies!”
MARY: “Uh … huh …”
Tardina suddenly grabs her brown foal, places it up to her butthole, and FARTS really loudly on the foal. The poor foal chirps, cheeps, and peeps in distress.
MARY: “Tardina, that’s gross! Why did you just do that?”
TARDINA: “Dat babbeh am made ob poopies, poopie babbeh nee go tu poopie pwace!”
Mary rolls her eyes, finishes her assessment, and takes her cage over to the pen with the other Mummahs with foals.
Mary opens Tardina’s cage, and puts in a bowl of kibble for her.
Tardina’s eyes grow super big, and she looks terrified!
TARDINA: “M-M-M-M-MUNSTA!”
Tardina knocks out the bowl of kibble with hoof.
MARY: “Tardina, what the hell?”
Mary starts cleaning up the mess of the spilled kibble, and picks the empty bowl off the floor.
Tardina starts gently chewing on a random foal’s back, while it chirps and peeps in confusion.
TARDINA: “Mummah sav babbehs, mummah sav babbehs fwom scawy kibbew munsta! Mummah make munsta nu-see babbeh by chew chew babbeh!”
Mary sees this, shakes her head in disbelief, and sighs. She leaves to get a water bottle for her cage.
A few of Tardina’s foals squirm and crawl their way to her crotch tits to drink miwkies.
They begin suckling, kneading, and peeping happily.
Tardina freaks out!
TARDINA: “Nuuu babbehs, nu dwink fwom mummah’s see-pwaces, see-pwaces not fow babbehs tu dwink fwom, huu huu!”
Tardina starts shaking them off, just as Mary returns with a water bottle.
MARY: “What the shit are you doing Tardina?! Those babies need your milk!”
TARDINA: “Huu, huu, babbehs dwink fwom Mummah’s see-pwaces!”
Mary rolls her eyes, and hooks her new water bottle on her cage, which of course, freaks out Tardina.
TARDINA: “Tawdina nu want bad speciaw huggies, SCREEEEEEE!”
MARY: “What is it now Tardina?!”
Tardina points to the water bottle with her hoof.
TARDINA: “Dat … is a no-no pwace. No wan!”
Mary isn’t having this, and just sighs and walks out of the pen.
A few hours later, she returns to the pen to check on how Tardina is adjusting.
She is out of her cage, playing with the other mares and their foals.
Mary smiles, but then, of course, Tardina does something stupid.
Tardina starts suckling on another mare’s crotch tits, chirping and peeping as though she were a foal.
The other mare is just dumbstruck, calls her a “miwkie thief”, and runs away.
TARDINA: “Wook, wook, fwuffy am babbeh! Chirp, peep, cheep!”
She says while crawling around like a foal, with a bunch of foals squirming around on her own back.
One of the foals in the pen walks up to Tardina and starts dancing in front of her.
FOAL: “Wook, am dancie babbeh, am dancie babbeh!”
Tardina’s eyes grow wide in fear as she swiftly knocks the foal away with her hoof!
TARDINA: “MUNSTA BABBEH! SCREEEEE!”
The poor little dancie babbeh runs away crying.
A few minutes later, another mare walks up to Tardina and puff her cheeks up at her, and points her hoof to the foals on Tardina’s back.
MARE: “Hey, dose am fwuffy’s babbehs! Dat nu 'ous babbehs!”
Mary looks into the pen. The mare is right, all of the babies on Tardina’s backs are not her foals! They are other foals she picked up and put on her back!
TARDINA: “Wut? Dey am babbehs! Miwkies wuv babbehs! Mummah wuv sweepies tu!”
The mare starts taking her foals back from Tardina, which enrages her.
Tardina puffs up her cheeks as much as they can puff out, and says:
“TAWDINA GIF SOWWY POOPIES!”
Tardina opens her mouth wide, crosses her eyes, and projectile vomits all over the other mare and her foals!
SCREEEEEEEE!
Covered in vomit, they all run away from Tardina.
MARY (sighing): “Good lord!”
Mary cleans up the pen, scolding Tardina.
The rest of the day is mostly uneventful, until nighttime.
Mary goes into the pen, checking that each mare and her foals are settled in for the night.
When she gets to Tardina, she hears distressed chirping coming from Tardina’s pen.
Looking in her pen, she sees that Tardina’s mouth is puffed up to extreme levels, and the chirping is coming from her mouth!
MARY: “Tardina! Did you eat your babies?!”
Tardina spits them all out of her mouth onto the ground.
TARDINA: “Nu, babbehs am swimming! Mummah take babbehs swimming! Wawa am gud fow babbehs!”
Mary scolds her again, but notices that the brown foal is still missing.
Mary hears chirping and peeping coming from BEHIND Tardina. Mary circles her cage, only to find the brown foal struggling from and sticking it’s head and front hooves out of Tardina’s butthole! How she managed to get him in there, she has no idea!
MARY: “Tardina, what the hell?! Stop putting your brown foal in or near your butthole!”
Tardina lets out a series of loud FARTs, blowing the brown foal out of her butthole.
TARDINA: “Bu dat am poopie babbeh, nee tu be in poopie pwace!”
MARY: “You’re getting the fucking sorry stick for that one!”
Mary leaves, comes back with a sorry stick, drags a crying Tardina out, and starts whacking her with the sorry stick!
TARDINA: “Nu touch speciaw pwace! Nu touch speciaw pwace! Huuuuu!”
MARY: “Your back is not your special place you fucking idiot!”
All in all, a very strange first day at the Shelter for Tardina.
[The End]