Victoria stood by the back-door of Little Miracles, enjoying the night air as she finished her cigarette. It was quiet in this part of town, nothing but the wind… and the sound of screaming behind her.
“NUUUUU!! NU TAKE WEGGIES, WOTUS AM GUD FWUFFY!”
Victoria smirked as she flicked away the still burning cigarette and went back inside, heading for Dee Dee’s Sorry Room. She had been in there for over an hour, slowly making her way through the bitch-mare mothers of the Bad Bunch. Currently she was dealing with Lotus, Dahlia’s mother, sharing her daughter’s purple Fluff as well as her vanity. The stuck up bitch turned her nose up at everything that wasn’t perfect or beautiful.
So naturally, Dee Dee was using her most busted and broken saw to hack away at Lotus’ legs.
By the time Victoria opened the door to the Sorry Room, Dee Dee was crabbing Lotus’ final legs from her body, the already healing scars were twisted, bumpy, ugly things, tiny nubs of muscle and flesh had been left behind, leaving just enough nerve endings for Lotus to still feel where her legs used to be, but not be able to do anything with them.
There was a sickening crunch as Dee Dee ripped the leg from its owner, leaving a misshapen purple lump on the cold metallic table, Lotus wept as she gazed at the spots where her legs used to be.
“Nu faiw, Wotus am gud Fwuffy, wan weggies bak, wan babbeh bak.”
Dee Dee said nothing as she yanked Lotus off of the table by her scruff and carried her through to another room labelled as ‘Milking Room’. Victoria followed and was surprised to find a fairly large room with about 20 to 30 mares all in cramped, dirty rows along the walls, all of them missing their legs, all of them with a crude feeding mask permanently strapped to their faces and all with suction cups attached to their swollen teats.
Lotus immeditately knew what was going to happen.
“NUUUUU! NU TAKE WOTUS MIWKIES! MIWKIES AM FOW BESTESH BABBEH, ONWY BABBEH GIT…”
The purple bitch was cut-off by Dee Dee slamming her into an empty spot on the wall, smacking her hard enough against the wall to break her jaw. Lotus was so distracted from the pain and the crying that she didn’t realise Dee Dee was strapping her into place until the mask was roughly thrown across her face. She tried to scream though the pain as the suction cups were pressed onto her teats, but her cried were cut off by the sudden slurry of wet kibble mush being forced down her throat. Instinctively Lotus involuntarily begun swallowing, feeling her teats immediately filling with milk, only for that milk to be sucked away from hard by the ugly, impersonal machine.
With a final pleading act, Lotus looked up at Dee-Dee, only to see that she was gone, in her place was a wall of dead-eyed mares, all resigned to the fact that they were never leaving this wretched place. Lotus thought about never seeing the bright sunny days again and somewhere deep inside her she felt the first pangs of regret for her actions.
Dee-Dee shut the milking room door and looked over at Victoria, the blonde woman grinning madly at her.
“Just don’t Vicky.”
“I must say Dee, you seem to have a handle on things just fine. Starting to wonder why you even called me here.”
Dee Dee pushed past Victoria and headed for the kitchen. “The mothers I can deal with, they all get the same punishment I give every other bitch-mare. Pillowed and milked for the rest of their worthless lives. It’s the kids I got you for, I’m still so fucking angry with all of them, I can barely think straight. Whatever I’d do to them would pale in comparison to you, I still remember everything you taught me.”
Victoria chuckled as she took a seat. “Oh yeah, I remember those days. I remember the first stallion you killed, fat bastard who thought it was better to fuck his ‘poopie babbeh’ than bother to feed them. You stuck a hair-pin in his dick-hole and pierced it out his colon. Brutal stuff for a first timer.”
Dee Dee poured herself a glass of water and sat down opposite Victoria. “You always mistook my kindness for weakness Tori. Whenever I tried to save or comfort the abused and the neglected, you just scoffed at me. You never believed I could hurt Fluffies until I did, because I only hurt the ones that needed hurting, the ones like that batch through there who deserve everything done to them and more.”
Victoria smirked. “Your little buddies know about this side of you?”
“They know enough. They know I take bad Fluffies away, they know when I take bad Fluffies away they never see them again. Maybe they can fill in the blanks, maybe they’re being wilfully ignorant, either way it doesn’t matter, they don’t see what I do and thanks to the soundproofing on their safe-room, they don’t hear what I do.”
“Probably for the best if that milking room is anything to go by. What kind of industrial strength madness was that anyway?”
Dee Dee took a sip of water, trying to hide her proud smile at her work. “That’s a contingency plan, between bad mothers, rescued foals and plans to expand later in the year, I need a lot of milk and I have very few mares from which to get it. Thanks to that room and the milk-producing kibble I forced down their throats I have a nearly never-ending supply of the stuff.”
Victoria pondered for a moment. “Milk producing kibble? Interesting, I might need to borrow some of that later.”
“Why? You got some bad ideas about what to do to those foals?”
“Oh constantly, but Dee I do need to make it clear and I want us both on the same page. You do know they aren’t going to learn anything right, no matter what punishment I dole out they’re just gonna be greedy little shits?”
Dee Dee solemnly nodded. “I know, I’m not expecting anything other than five corpses I can dump at the end of it all, but where you can try and let them know WHY they’re being hurt.”
“Have you thought about, and I can’t fucking believe I’m about to ask this, about selling them, like you originally planned?”
Dee Dee shook her head. “I can’t, never mind that their value had already dropped because of their bratty attitudes, if I start selling off shitty Fluffies like that then my reputation is gone, I’d be regarded no better than some bargain basement bullshit. No, I can still sell the other foals and make out of this with a slight profit, might not be as much as I was hoping for but it’s worth taking the hit to make sure those little monsters don’t make it out of here alive.”
Victoria clapped her hands together and stood up. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
After running through her plan with Dee Dee, Victoria took the bad babbehs through to a spare room in the store where they had set up a small habitat for them all, there were beds and toys and food bowls, nothing fancy but enough to satisfy the foals.
Pothos took the first step into this new territory and he smiled.
“Dis am gud fow bestesh babbehs, towd yu dummehs dat babbehs du wight fing gibben dummeh mawe foweba sweepie.”
“Poh-fos am wight.” Dahlia stepped forward towards a mirror on the floor to preen herself. “Bestesh babbehs desewve aww da huggies an wub fow bein bestesh, pwettiesh babbehs eba.”
“BAWW!”
Periwinkle charged forward towards the ball, he jumped onto the rounded surface and immediately bounced off again.
“DUMMEH BAWW GIB BESTESH BABBEH HUWTIES, GIB BAWW FOWEBA SWEEPIES!”
While Periwinkle tried to kill the inanimate object, Poppy siddled up to Pothos, a concerned look on her face.
“Wha sissy finkin?”
“Wook an nummie pwaces. Dewe am thwee an thwee.”
“An?”
“Dewe am onwy thwee an twu babbehs hewe.”
“You’re correct Poppy.”
The five foals jumped at the sudden female voice behind them, they all turned to see Victoria standing at the door, holding something small in her hands. Hibiscus recognised her first.
“Yu am wady fwom befowe. Am yu tu be nyu mummah fow babbehs?”
Victoria sneered at Hibiscus. “Now why would I want to be mummah for a bunch of bad babbehs like you all.”
There was a sudden chorus of disapproval as all five foals argued against the apparent insult.
“NU! Am gud babbeh, am bestehs babbeh.”
“Wai meanie wady caww babbeh bad, am gud babbeh.”
“Babbeh nu bad. Babbeh neba du aneefing wong.”
Victoria stepped further into the room, kicking the door shut behind her as she did. “Oh no, you are all bad, terrible, AWFUL babbehs. You gave forever sleepies to a mother and her children, your own brothers and sisters.”
Pothos snorted. “Dewe wewe dummeh babbehs fwom munstah mawe, she da weason babbehs nu see mummahs gain.”
“That’s wrong, but even if you were right you did not have permission to kill her. That would’ve been up to Dee Dee, you disobeyed her orders, that makes you all bad babbehs.”
Hisbiscus looked a little worried, wondering if he really was a bad baby, but all around him the others just scoffed at Victorias words.
“Yu am wong.” Poppy said with her frighteningly calm voice. “Aww munstahs desewve foweba sweepies, babbeh du wight fing.”
“Really? Well we’ll see about that.”
Victoria knelt down and placed the small object in her hands onto the floor, the foals all gasped when they saw the three legged Baccara cowering in front of them. There was a pause as the six foals processed what was happening, a pause broken by Periwinkle’s yelling.
“MUNSTAH!”
The little blue unicorn charged at his black half-brother, only to be back-handed away by Victoria.
“HUUU! WAI GIB BESTESH BABBEH HUWTIES, NU DU ANEEFING WONG!”
“Because you were going to hurt your brother, or worse. That is WRONG, good babbehs NEVER hurt another Fluffy, Baccara here is a good Fluffy, and he’s going to help me turn all of you into good Fluffies so you all can get good homes.”
Dahlia turned her nose up at the idea. “Hmmph, bestesh babbeh am awweady pwettish babbeh eba, git gud homesie nu matta wha.”
“Can’t get a good home if you don’t leave this room. And none of you will leave this room until ALL of you are good, and I mean what I consider to be good, not you. If you can all treat Baccara here with love and friendship, then we’ll see about getting you good mummies and daddies. But until then, all of you are stuck here.”
Victoria moved to stand up when…
“Pwease.”
A tiny voice came from beneath her, she looked down and saw a whimpering and weeping Baccara reaching upwards towards her.
“Pwease nice wady, nu weave Baccawa wiv meanies, dey gib foweba sweepies tu mummah an bwuddas an sissies. Baccawa nu wan be hewe wiv dem.”
Victoria felt an odd sense of… pity? And despite herself she softly stroked Baccara’s mane.
“It’ll only be for a little while, I promise none of them will hurt you.”
Baccara still whimpered but nodded and sunk back down into a ball, Victoria stood up and looked out over the other foals. She pointed to the ceiling and the four camera in the corners.
“These are my see-places, I can see everything that goes on in here, even when I’m not here myself. If anyone is mean, I will know about it and I will punish you for it. Do you all understand?”
There was a grumbling of approval and five downtrodden faces in response, Victoria smirked and left the room, heading straight for the camera feed in the security room where Dee Dee was already waiting.
“Quite a spiel. You think they bought it?”
“Does it matter? The whole point was to bait them into being awful little shits, whether they believed me or not, they won’t be able to stop themselves with such an obvious victim just lying there.”
Dee Dee looked on the security feed, seeing Baccara ignored and abandoned on the floor.
“I know this all thing was my idea, but I can’t help but feel for the little guy. He’s been through so much, and now we’re using him as bait.”
Victoria shrugged. “If what you said is true, chanced are he won’t be in there very long.”
Victoria’s prediction turned out to be true, as it took just over an hour before one of the bad bunch did something dumb.
During that time, the bad bunch left Baccara alone, aside from a few sneers and blown raspberries they ignored their amputee brother over fear of what Victoria might do to them. As time went on however, that worry dissipated from the easily distracted minds of the idiotic children and was replaced with hunger.
Dahlia was the first to feel the rumbling in her stomach, with kibble already in the food bowls she trotted over and started chewing, disappointed that it wasn’t sketti but she had no one to complain about. In a chain reaction, once she started eating all the other foals suddenly realised there was food and made their way over to the bowls, Baccara eventually joining them as well after struggling with his missing limb.
He didn’t even get to take a first bite before Dahlia smacked him across the nose.
“NU! Dummeh munstah nu git nummies, onwy bestesh babbehs git nummies.”
“Huu, bu Baccawa hab tummeh-huwties, jus wan wittew nummies pwease.”
Dahlia spat at him. “NU! Dese am Dah-wee-ah nummies nyo.”
And the sanctimonious bitch started digging into Baccara’s meal, attacking the bowl with such vigor that most of the kibble went flying but Dahlia didn’t care, just so long as the monster didn’t get any.
She was in such a state that she didn’t hear the door open until Victoria was already standing in front of her, a bag of Dee Dee’s milk producing kibble in one hand, a funnel in the other.
“Dahlia? Is that your food?”
“Um… Fwuffy nu knyo.”
“Yes you do, you were stealing Baccara’s food. Was it because you were hungry?”
Dahlia took the bait and nodded. “Uh-huh, Fwuffy hab WOWSTESH tummeh-huwties, hab tu hab mowe nummies.”
“Oh you poor thing, let me help you with that.”
The smile was instantly wiped from Dahlia’s face when Victoria shoved the funnel down her throat, pressing so hard that part of Dahlia’s throat were horribly scratched and her jaw dislocated.
“AAAAGGGGGWWWHHHHH!!!” Dahlia gurgled out, unable to move, she tried to call out to her siblings for help but all of them cowered away as Victoria opened the bag and began pouring.
The kibble was soft, packed with enough nutrients to stimulate a mare’s milk ducts into lactation but that was of little comfort to Dahlia as she spluttered and choked on the squishy lumps being forced into her stomach. Victoria was careful, giving Dahlia enough time to breath and swallow before pouring in the next batch, she didn’t want the little bitch to choke to death.
She wanted far worse than that.
Dahlia howled and shook her leg as she felt parts of her body moving in ways they were never meant to. Her stomach was slowly expanding from the unchewed kibble pieces lining her belly, almost instantly the chemical reaction to produce milk had started but Dahlia still being a foal meant that her unformed teats were awkwardly and painfully forced forward, tearing through Dahlia’s childish body in ways she wasn’t ready for.
Victoria kept pouring, staring into Dahlia’s eyes, both of them wet with tears and reddened from the blood vessels popped under severe pressure. And she smirked at the little filly.
“What’s the matter Dahlia? I thought you were hungry, were you… lying to me?”
With the funnel still in her mouth, Dahlia’s response was a gargled, choking mess of noises. Not that Victoria would’ve listened to her anyway.
“Well, you’re either telling the truth, in which case I’ll give you more food, or you were a thief and a liar, in which case you were a bad babbeh. And bad babbehs get punished.”
Victoria poured the bag higher and dropped more kibble down Dahlia’s throat, the purple Pegasus had just enough time to scream out in agony before the pressure below her waist finally gave out, her unformed teats finally gave way and exploded, spraying unprocessed milk and blood over the floor. The force of the explosion basically tore Dahlia’s body in half, and her innards were spread out around her, laying in a gruesome mess on the floor for all her siblings to see, pieces of undigested kibble dripping out of the hole in her stomach.
Victoria pulled the bloodstained funnel out of Dahlia’s mouth, letting the deflated body drop to the floor, and turned to the other foals.
“Good foals share their food.”
And that that, she turned and left the room, leaving the siblings with their dead sister. Dee Dee would clean her up later, but Victoria wanted the image of her corpse to sear into their heads for little while longer.
Baccara looked at his half-empty bowl, suddenly he didn’t feel quite so hungry.
