[Full warning, this chapter contains foal abuse to a disgusting degree. It also includes rape. Rather than write about it in small snippit i decided to tried to get detailed, to the best of my abilities.]
Fantina was overjoyed to play this Upsies Game with her father… At least that’s what she thought it was…“Yay! Peep! Wub upsies daddeh! Wuv!” Finally reaching the box, Fantina recognized it immediate and began to cry. “Wha? Peep! Nu! Nu daddeh! Nu am bad babbeh! Peep! Am gud! Am gud Babbeh!” Fantina peeped out sadly.
Crush, still silent turned his daughter around climbed over her slowly, checking to see if any-fluffy was watching. “Peep? Huggies? Daddeh wan huggies? Peep! Wuv huggies! B-buh nu can big dis way d-daddeh!”
Fantina felt something hit her in the back of the head, something hard. A sharp pain began to grow from her skull and she quickly began to scream out in pain. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-DADDEH! H-HEWP BABBEH! HAB HUWTIES HAB HUW-”
Fantina was quieted by Crush pushing her face into the padded flooring of the Safe-Room, not only keeping her quiet, but also stopping the flow of oxygen to her brain. “SHUDDUP DUMMEH-BESTES’! NEE’ BESTES’ ENFIES! NU WAN DUMMEH POOPIE-SPESHUW FWEND ENFIES!” Crush snapped at Fantina.
Luckily for Crush, his quick thinking stopped any Fluffies from trying to stop him from his hard earned enfies…
Fantina, below her father’s hoof began to panic, that was, until, she felt something along her poopie-place…
‘Nu! Chiwp! Daddeh hewp! Munstah tochin poopie-pwace! touchin speshuw-pwace! Hewp! Peep! Peep!’ Fantina thought, unaware that her father was the very Munstah that she was begging him to protect her from…
Crush simply pushed, a quiet meaty tearing sound came from below him, like someone just ripped a piece of Beef-Jerky to share with a friend… To Crush, it was so simple… He couldn’t have speshuw-enfies with his bestes, of course, her first time would be with a gud toughie he claimed for the herd! But her poopie-place… That was fair game!
While, to Crush, this plan was flawless… He really didn’t take the size difference into consideration…
The tearing sound was Crush’s member ripping the two small places open, and it slowly rippin gthe skin as it punctured thru Fantina’s back… Finally creating a large tear along Fantina’s rear…
While under his hoof, Fantina tried to scream, to cry, to do anything… The thing holding her down was so heavy… Their was so much pain…
So… Much…
‘D-daddeh… Hew-’
CRACK
Crush looked down to see the head of Fantina had cracked under him as he was slowly putting more and more weight onto her small head…
“Dang id… Nee’ enfies… Hmm…” Crush said, the body of his daughter still on his woody…
Looking around the Safe-Room, Crush noticed that his Old Smarty’s son, Mambo, had plenty of Babbehs! If Crush’s memory serves him right, he didn’t even want them! Perfect!
Crush shook of Fantina and threw her corpse into the far corner of the Sorry-Box, leaving the corpse of the Filly to rot…
As he made his way over to the now Sleepy Mambo, Kahlua saw him leaving away from the Sorry-Boxes… Without Fantina… “Babbeh?” Kahlua asked herself, leaving Maroon with Jolene.
As Crush made his way closer and closer to Mambo and Oingo’s hugpile, Kahlua began to make her way over to the Sorry-Box, roughly at the same speeds…
Crush didn’t notice, as he was just wanting to get a enfie-babbeh to make his lumps stop hurting.
Crush finally reached the now asleep Mambo, looking over his foals he saw how pretty they all looked! ‘Weww, gud thing he nu wan’ dem nu mowe!’ Crush said, picking up the Shiny Green Foal with the Metallic grey mane.
“BABBEH!!! NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
Crush spun around with the Shiny Green Foal in his mouth, now waking up in a panic, only to see Kahlua crying at the entrence of the Sorry-Box, holding the dead body of her Daughter…
“BABBEH! NU, NU PWEASE! HUGGIES! HUGGIES MAKE… Dey make… Pwease… Nu weabe Kahwua… Pweae… Nee’ babbeh…” Kahlua begged, tears beginning to well up and streak down her brown coat as she hugged the lifeless, desecrated body of Fantina…
‘Dummeh Kahwua! wuinin’ da mood!’ Crush thought as he tried to carry the foal out of the Fluff-Pile as it panicked and begged for Mambo. “Peep! Daddeh! Peep! Hewp Shamwock! Peep! D-daddeh Mambo!”
As Shamrock panicked more and more, the Fluff-Pile began to stir, along with the pile waking up, EVERY fluffy in the Safe-Room was now focusing on Crush, who was for some reason, dragging poor Shamrock away from his Father.
“WHY?! WHY SPESHUW-FWEND DU DIS?!”
The voice came from behind Crush. Releasing the foal from his mouth, to turn and answer, Crush saw Volt, his stance wide and his Cheeks puffed up to their maximum.
“Wha’ dummeh Vowt mean?” Crush simply asked, asking all coy-like. “Vowt mean, why gib wowstes-huwties tu own Babbeh?! Fantina was gud Babbeh!” Volt yelled out.
Crush looked at the Pegasus, as if he had just asked him some kind of, otherworldly question… “Why?” Crush repeated…
“B’cus Smawty can…”
“Id nu am eben Cwush’s fawt… AM Dummeh Bestes’ fawt… Nu can keep up wiff own Daddeh? Nu am Cwush’s Babbeh den, siwwy dummeh babbeh, Kahwua’s fawt… Pwob-ab-bee hab Speshuw-Huggies wiff anodda Dummeh… Pwob-ab-bee 'ou, since 'ou cawe su muchies…”
Volt looked at the Stallion in pure confusion and shock, which sadly turned into a whole different emotion, the second he looked up from Crush’s figure…
Crush stood their happy, knowing how stupid Volt was to believe the lie he told to him, right to his own face!
Crush was about to giggle, only to stop moving as he noticed what felt like the largest presence he had ever felt… Even larger than… “D-daddeh? Daddeh Cwint?” Crush said, to afraid to move, as he felt his entire being, a full-grown adult, being overshadowed by something large…
“Nu… Nu am Daddeh…” said the eerie shadow that covered Crush…
“Am Oingo…”
Crush spun around to see what felt like a looming tower of Fluff standing over him… Crush, for all his bravado and guffaw, was still just a hapless foal compared to Oingo…
“D-d-dummeh O-o-oing-g-go! 'O-ou a-am N-new T-toughie… N-now…” Crush begged/ordered… “O-oing-go b-be n-nyu Toughie?” Crush asked, taking Oingo’s silence as a form of Submission…
“Nu…”
Crush, felt his very frame shrink in the overwhelming menace that Oingo’s figure carried… Crush, at that moment… Felt like a scared, little, babbeh…
Crush’s thought process was brought back to life as he heard the peeps of foals coming from his right. Shamrock had made it back to Mambo, Gwendolyn was staring daggers at Crush as their foals were all tucked together under her right side…
As Crush saw the hate in the Pillowed-Mare’s eyes, he began to seethe…
‘Why did she hate him?! Wait… Why did he care?! Shes just a dumb Pillowed-Mare!’ Crush thought to himself, not realizing he had fully distracted himself from the actual predicament at hand-… Er, hoof.
Oingo brought his head low in a bowing position, causing Crush to snap to his senses, which, in turn, made him think Oingo was surrendering.
This was far from the fucking truth.
Oingo reeled his head back, his entire head making contact on Crush’s side, the sudden hit causing Crush to loose his balance, along with his wind. Crush, now vividly aware of his position, made a dash to Oingo’s family.
‘Dummeh-Nu-Weggie-Mawe!’ Crush thought as he ran. ‘Nu can gib fowebah-sweepies tu dummeh Oingo, buh can gib wowest’ huwties and fowebah-swep-’ Crush continued, only to feel a sharp pain in his side, as if something had stabbed him… Which in fact, something did in fact stab him…
It… It was Jackie…
Crush looked at his Poopie-Baby and grimaced, the pain of the wound was pretty hard to ignore… But this little Dummy had just stabbed a Smarty! And not just any fucking Smarty…
Her own Da-.
Crush’s internal monologue had been interrupted by a swift, and powerful hoof to the back of his head… Crush fell to the floor, his side leaking boo-boo juice, his head all messed up and in pain…
The last thing he saw before succumbing to his head-trauma, was Kahlua, the mare he had chosen to be with, picking up Jackie… And…
She praised her… Her Special-Friend’s attacker… Right in front of him…
“Wub 'ou Babbeh! Am su gud! Sabe hewd f-fwom meanie Daddeh!” She cried out, tossing Jackie in the air, as she cheered…
‘D-… Dumm-…’ Crush thought feeling the Safe-Room get colder and colder…
He wouldn’t see his family… He wouldn’t see the Herd he had claimed…
He wouldn’t see Clint, opening the Safe-Room door with Sherri in his hands…
Xerxes watched his family play happily, soon expecting Gwen to save Ragnarok from his fate…
Xerxes was a prideful Fluffy… One that never really considered the accomplishment’s of other’s to be on par or better than his own… But this time, Xerxes felt a new sense of Pride, one he had never felt since he had stacked his first Block tower…
Since his Water-Torture, Xerxes’s Fluff was slowly growing back, slowly, if not steadily… Xerxes was beginning to feel like his time serving for his crimes, his sins, was coming to a close soon… He didn’t know when, but he just felt it, a gut feeling…
Xerxes, along with Dusk snapped to reality as they watched the Sorry-Room’s door open wide, Clint, who was holding a wounded and unconscious Fluffy.
Clint angrily threw the unconscious body onto the Metal-Table, the hit causing the poor fool to awaken and scream out in pain. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” The Fluffy’s cries were quickly silenced by the Sorry-stick Clint used… Over and over, Xerxes watched Clint lash into the Fluffy, repeating a question, that the Large Father had no context to.
“WHY?!”
SMACK
“WHY?!”
SMACK
And so one, and so forth… Xerxes hid Dusk and his sons and daughter behind him, hoping to shield them from what he had watched… But in all fairness, they had already seen so much… Pain, Horror… Fear…
Xerxes simply did what any father would do…
Protect his kids…
Clint’s mind wasn’t thinking at all… He was on just pure abusive auto-pilot as his body relentlessly whipped into Crush with Sherri…
As his body acted on it’s own, his mind began to actually process what had happened…
As Clint’s mind formed coherent thoughts, his body didn’t let up. Crush kept screeching in pain, his back now being swatted to shreds.
“EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NU! NU HUWT BESTES’ SMAWTY NU MOWE, PWEASE! AM SOWWY!!!”
Clint stopped… His mind finally catching up with his anger filled body…
‘He-… He didn’t even call himself Crush…’ Clint thought as he watched Crush cry, only to turn his head to Clint and puff his cheeks up. As Crush followed the usual Smarty MO, Clint felt his heart, nay his very soul drop…
He had failed him… Crush was good… He was good for the longest time… Clint must have done something wrong… He, he must have not spent enough time with them… Wait…
This was just Crush… God what if the other’s began to develop problems?! What if Clint had spent so much time just punishing the Herd… He forgot to… Actually be their for them… To be their Daddeh…
Clint watched as Crush began to whimper, releasing his puffed up cheeks to sob into the Table…
“J-jus’ w-wan B-b-bestes’ e-enfies, huu-huu… Huu-huu…”
Clint, in a moment of pure, and uncaring rage, dropped Sheri and grappled Crush on the Table. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! ENFIES?! WITH YOUR OWN GOD DAMN DAUGHTER?! WITH MAMBO’S SON?!” Clint screamed, his hands digging into the former Toughie until he felt the small plastic like bones of Crush’s rib-cage.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT!!! I BROUGHT YOU, YOUR BROTHER, YOU ENTIRE HERD INTO MY HOME! MY LAND! AND YOU TRY TO FUCK TWO OF THEM?! YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER?!” Crush screamed even harder as eh felt Clint yell, feeling his legs crack and bend under Clint’s hands.
“For what it’s worth Crush… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a neglectful Daddeh… But no more…” Clint quieted down, getting close to Crush as he loosened his grip, moving his hands to either side of the Fluffy.
“D-d-dad-daddeh n-nu am h-huwties n-nu mowe?” Crush sobbed, his eyes filled with tear, his nostrils dripping with snot and blood, his eyes slightly red now…
Clint wordlessly gripped on hand around Crush’s neck, and the other was clenched around Crush’s lower spine, just in-between his hind legs.
As Crush felt the pressure on his neck, he soon felt the agonizing pain as Clint slowly began to put at either ends… Of him.
Crush couldn’t speak, he could only watch from the corner of his eyes as Clint pulled him apart, not even caring to look at the Smarty now…
Xerxes watched from his cage, hiding his family from what he was seeing. Xerxes watched as Clint pulled more and more, causing Crush to screech out in agony.
Clint only stopped after he felt around 4 of the frail vertebra pop out of their sockets…
Clint tossed Crush onto the Metal Table, leaving him to grab something out of the corner of the Garage… Crush began to close his eyes and cry, begging for all of this to stop, actually having the gall to ask ‘W-why Smawty ged huwties? Nu du nuffin wong!’
Soon, Xerxes, Crush, Dusk and the foals all heard the dragging of metal along concrete. A noise they were all too unfamiliar with…
They looked to Clint, they noticed his new toy…
Both Crush and Xerxes cringed in fear and horror at the new looking Sorry-Stick… It was long, longer than Sherri, and instead of having a small metal paddle at the end, it had a hunk of metal, as big as a Big-Babbeh…
What the Fluffies called a Super-Sorry-Stick, was actually a construction tool, something used for multiple kinds of jobs, be it pushing railroad spikes into the grooves of the tracks, to manual labor done by cartoon convicts who’s only job it was, was to make bigger rocks, smaller…
To Clint, it was just a simple, worn, Sledgehammer. And it was gonna be a thousand times more effective at getting rid of these tears he had, than any fucking tissue…
