Xerxes waddled up to Clint, his cheeks puffed, a Sledgehammer head poking out of his ass, and his eyes starring daggers at him.
“Nu huwt Dusk. Xewxes am bad-fwuffy. Nu hew. Wed Dusk gu.” Xerxes said, stomping his hoof onto the ground. The stomp actually caused the hammer to jump a bit, causing Xerxes’s strong face to falter as the pain struck his body.
Clint looked down to the small, former tyrant. “Why? Does she have Tummy-Babies again?” Clint asked, closing the door behind him, setting the hack-saw and ball-peen hammer onto the metal table. “Nu. Buh ib dat sabe Dusk wiww gib hewe babbehs.” Xerxes proclaimed.
Clint turned to see Xerxes was still standing defiantly, fully putting his life and his love on the line. “Wiww du anyfing tu sabe Dusk. Dusk am bestes’ speshuw-fwend! nu du anyfing wong, am gud- nu! Am da bestes’ mawe Xewxes ebah knyo!” Xerxes said proudly. From behind Xerxes, Dusk looked at him in a new form of pride and love, the two emotions mixing together, which caused Dusk to cry, staring at, in her eyes, the bravest Fluffy she ever knew…
“Anything?” Clint asked, a slight coy-ness to his question caused Xerxes to buckle a bit, but still standing to face Clint. “Y-yus.”
“You know what Xerxes? You have a point. Dusk! Come here sweetheart.” Clint said, his tone loving and sickeningly sweet, like a mound of melting chocolate.
“O-otay Daddeh…” Even after everything she endured… She still called Clint Daddeh…
‘So fucking sweet’ Clint thought raising the Mare onto his lap. “You know… All this happened, because of Xerxes…” Clint said, gently petting Dusk’s mane. Dusk only stopped cooing after hearing the words uttered from Clint’s mouth. “W-wha?”
“It’s true… See he was a Smarty, one of the worst Smarties ever-” Clint started, seeign Xerxes’s face drop…
He, he had forgotten…
He never told her… Their kids… W-why they were here… As Clint explained, he stroked Dusk’s mane, offering genuine kindness as she became more and more distressed. Clint lied about a few things, but was never stopped by Xerxes, who was just standing there, open mouthed, completely in shock…
The new found pride and love that had just filled Dusk’s heart began to sour, and turn angry and sad… The Special-Friend that she defended, that she let give her Tummy-Babies… Was…
Wus…
‘A MUNSTA’
“- And on top of all of that… He killed a baby… A small, talkie-baby…” As Clint finished, Dusk’s eyes had watered up nicely, her face was staring intently at Clint as he spoke all the horrid and wicked things Xerxes had done as tenure as a Smarty.
“N-nu a-am twue w-wight? X-Xewxes?” Dusk asked, still sitting upon Clint’s lap.
Xerxes finally closed his mouth and stared quietly at Dusk… His large eyes began to close soon after tears began to form, knowing full well that she…
That she hated him now… ‘M-mabeh… Mabeh dis wiww sabe Dusk… Mabeh Cwint wiww wet Dusk gib Xewxes owwies, den ged tu wive! Ged tu be wiff babbehs…’
“Y-… Yus… Xewxes w-was Smawty-Fwen-” Xerxes tried to lie, to excuse his past actions, only to see Dusk jump from Clint’s lap, and charge towards him. Her eyes were pinkish, a mix of rage and tears had caused her to lash out at the pretty Stallion she once knew as her Special-Friend.
Xerxes watched in shame as Dusk rushed him, lightly tapping on his chest with her hooves, crying wildly as she tried to hurt her special-friend. “Nu! Xewxes am waiw! Nu! Dummeh! Babbehs am fow wuv a-an huggies! N-nu fow huwties! Nu fow fowebah-sweepies! A-am wowstes’ Munsta Fwuffy ebah! N-nu wan be speshuw-fends nu mowe! H-hach-… Hach… 'Ou-hu-hu-hu…” Dusk cried, unaware that Clint had gotten up from his chair and moved over to Xerxes.
“Let me get that out.” Clint said, reaching behind Xerxes, ripping the handle of the Sledgehammer out of his anus, the quick and fluid motion caused Xerxes to screech, following an instinct to buck, and turn.
A Xerxes turned to face Clint, he bucked wildly at what was ever now behind him, his eyes full of tears and his voice was now becoming hoarse. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! O-OWWIES! OWWIES!” Xerxes’s eyes widened as he heard the voice that came from behind him… He turned to see Dusk on her side, now a bit further that before.
Dusk’s Muzzle was bleeding, her eyes, still pinkish were now crying tears of pain and betrayal, now seeing Xerxes not only as Meanie-Smarty…
But now as a Munsta…
As Xerxes realized what he had done, Clint brought the Sledgehammer over to the Metal-Table. Using the Hacksaw, Clint began to saw off the shit stained Handle.
Xerxes huddled closely to Dusk, begging and pleading to her that he was sorry, and the he never meant to hurt her. As the two cried, Clint finished the handle’s bisection…
“Damn… I’m a regular-ass Thor now!” Clint said, giving his new Mjolnir a swing in his hand. If felt comfortable, but it was terribly well-balanced. Clint sighed as he knew all this fun was about to end… It was very fun… Having a REAL Smarty to hurt… All of his changes, everything was going to be for nothing now…
And Clint loved that.
Clint turned to the far wall behind the fridge that held Xerxes’s spooge, along the tool wall that decorated it, was a soldering iron, moving past the two crying messes, Clint grabbed the tool, flipped a switch and watched as it buzzed to life.
The initial noise had startled Xerxes back to reality, but not Dusk, as she was still to far along in grief, and anger, and betrayal, to see Clint writing something along the handle of the hammer.
After a moment of thought, Clint smiled, and began to solder a name along the now smaller handle.
After another moment, Clint turned off the iron and turned back to Xerxes and Dusk, revealing a new name along the upper part of the small handle.
‘Smarty-Smasher’
Giving the hammer another swing, Clint felt pretty good about the new addition to the Sorry-Room’s arsenal.
Clint finally looked to the two and smiled, and moved closer. Xerxes was able to see as Clint got close enough to the two, seeing him raise Smarty-Smasher high above his head silently.
Xerxes closed his eyes and hugged Dusk tightly, knowing this would be his end… Knowing that the Mother of his children now hated him… That his Babies would never see him again… But at least now that She hated him, Clint would leave her alone…
So Xerxes waited to feel the pain… He waited, and waited… But… It never came…
He heard a meaty smashing noise, inches away from his face, along with a damp, warm liquid splattering across his face…
Opening his eyes… Xerxes felt his world shatter before him… He felt his mind go blank, then fill with rage and hate, only to feel it well up with sadness and pain…
Xerxes looked on to see Smarty-Smasher was deeply embedded into Dusk’s skull… Her head was practically concave at this point, her beautiful mane… Gone, or stained red. Her eyes were now paste, and her… Her smile… Was now a horrid and wildly malformed under-bite…
The mare made a strange noise as Smarty-Smasher was lifted from her obliterated skull. Her body fell limp as she fell back into Xerxes’s front weggies, the Stallion was now crying, but not uttering any sounds, his eyes wide and his mouth agape…
“Wanted her to shut, the hell, UP. Figured this was pretty painless… Eh, I don’t really care if it was. She was a good Mare… 'Cept for that part where you and her got Potema to escape…” Clint said, ripping the corpse of Dusk away from Xerxes, tossing to the side.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Xewxes am gonna kiww 'ou”
Clint was taken aback by the quick and genuine response. Seeing Xerxes’s eyes turn from Dusk and over to Clint, you could easily see the pure, scorched-earth filled hate that coursed thru his body and mind.
“Nu knuw how… Buh Xewxes wiww. Kiww. 'Ou…”
“Yeah… See I don’t really see that happening Wide-Load…” Clint responded, gripping Xerxes’s scruff, dragging him to the table. Dropping the hammer and taking up the hack-saw, Clint began the long and very-much enjoyed process of pillowing Xerxes…
“Being a king in your own castle is fun… But God damn does it feel great to be the executioner too!” - Biorb_Biorb (2022)
As Oingo and Gwendolyn watched over the herd, they nuzzled closely into each other… It was getting late, and the window to the backyard was showing that the sky was turning a violet hue.
“Speshuw-Fwend?” Gwendolyn asked, looking down at her new Chirpy-Babies. “Tink Babbehs gon’ gwow up big an’ stwong?”
“Yus… Babbehs am beste-… Am gud Babbehs… Wiww gwow up big, an’ stwong, a-an’ Gwendowyn wiww be bestes’ mummah…” Oingo said, correcting himself before he called one of his foals bestes’.
“Otay… Speshuw-Fwend?” Gwendolyn asked again. “Am sweepy… Gon… Gon gu sweepies… W-wub 'ou Speshuw-Fwend…” Gwendolyn continued, beginning to doze off.
“Otay… Gu sweepies… Wiww gu an tawkies wiff Bestes’ Fwend Mambo, den cum back…” Oingo said, licking Gwendolyn’s cheek as he got up from the nest, slightly agitating Hero from his sleep, as he loved to sleep on Oingo’s back. Thankfully, Hero rolled onto Gwendolyn and drifted back off to sleep, as if nothing had disturbed him…
Oingo made his way over to Mambo’s nest, seeing him hug each of his babies and telling them he loves them, in his own broken fluffy-speak way.
As Oingo traveled closer and closer, he realized that the Safe-Room was becoming more and more… Full, and also, in it’s own weird and sad way… Empty… Over the many Forevers he had lived here, he had lost, gained, and loved so many Fluffies. All of which had came and went…
Oingo began to slow down to almost a waddle, as he began to think about the lives he had witnessed leaving the room… His mother and father… Good and Bad babies… It wasn’t fair to them that they never go the chance to change, or to fully grow up… It made Oingo mad…
“O-Oingo?”
Oingo snapped back to reality as Mambo stood in front of him. As the two Fluffies grew up, Oingo grew taller than Mambo, so naturally Mambo looked up to Oingo… A lot…
“Oh! Hewwo Mambo! Came obah tu gib huggies, wan’ tu see ib mabeh wan hab tawkies, jus’ Oingo an’ Mambo doe.” Oingo asked, giving Mambo a quick hug as he finished his request.
Mambo looked back to his foals, doing a quick double check, seeing Shamrock and Carolina sleeping towards the top of a Foal-Pile. Shamrock yawned and nuzzled into Carolina’s back, peeping happily.
“O-otay… M-Mamb-bo g-gu w-wiff O-Oingo.” Mambo agreed, following Oingo as they made their way over to their familiar playing spot.
As Mambo sat down, the Teebee sparked to life as Oingo hit the power button on the wall, moving back to sit with Mambo and watch Boomerang with his best friend.
As an episode of Johnny Bravo roared to life as Oingo hugged Mambo again, “wub Bestes’ Fwend.”
“W-wub O-oingo tuu! peep! B-buh w-wha’ Oingo w-wan’ tawkies 'bout?” Mambo asked, hugging Oingo back.
“Weww… Oingo wan ask an’ see ib Mambo am otay… Wots habben since we was babbehs…” Oingo said, watching the Teebee.
“T-twue… B-buh awso, wots o-ob gud fings happen t-tu hewd s-since w-we was b-babbehs.” Mambo agreed.
“W-weww… Jus’ wan’ Mambo tu know… Dat ib ‘ou ebah nee’ anyfing, Oingo wiww hewp. Mambo am wike bwuddah! Wub Mambo wots.”
“O-otay. peep! W-wiww wet O-oingo knu ib nee’ a-anyfing i-impow-t-tant. chiwp!” Mambo replied, the two watching as Johnny Bravo strikes out with another human mare.
“J-Johnny a-am siwwy! peep! S-siwwy!” Mambo cheered watching as the Episode ended. Oingo, feeling he had said his peace, got up from his spot, and moved to the teebee power button, hitting it off, as the Safe-Room began to darken a bit. The window to the outside was almost black as the night had crept over the bright violet sky…
“Gon’ gu sweepies wiff speshuw-fwend Mambo, see 'ou in bwight-time!” Oingo said, giving a final hug to Mambo and making his way off to his family Nest. “O-otay! W-wiww see 'ou t-tom-hmm… I-in bwight-time!” Mambo replied, waving to Oingo as he responded.
As the two fathers went back into their family homes, they quickly drifted off to sleep, Oingo dreamed up a story of Gwendolyn getting new Legs back after he defeated a might Munsta in battle…
Mambo… Mambo didn’t have a normal dream…
Mambo had a dream about his Babbies… The same one he always had… The one where Bailey came back… And made them give her tummy babies… He hated the dream, but no matter how hard he begged, or loved his kids… It always came back, and it always woke him up… For once he just wanted a good night’s sleep…
This Dream was… different this time, it was! It was…
It was worse…
‘D-daddeh?’ Mambo thought, his eyes closed, his mind locked in a dream, was seeing is father…
Pedo.
Mambo began to toss and turn as he thought of his father, he AND Bailey were there now! It was so much worse! They did things to his babies! To him! His family! Everything was getting hurties!
‘Nu wan! Nu wan! Nu huwt Babbehs! H-Hachou! Hachou Daddeh! Hachou Baiwey! Nu huw Mambo’s Babbehs!’ Mambo thought, his cries fell on deaf hear-places as Pedo simply laughed, and Bailey blew a rasp-
Mambo snapped awake when he heard a symphony of familiar voices…
And for once, it wasn’t his father or his ‘Special-Friend’ yelling at him…
The voices were his Babies… His babies had been woken up and were trying to calm him down… A chorus of “Daddeh!” and “Wuv!” and even a few “Nu scawdies!” came from his family nest…
“S-shamwock? Wabwan? M-Midas… T-Theia! C-Cawowina! N-nu hab huwties! N-nu am f-fowebah s-seepies?!” Mambo asked, still doubting if he was awake, tears streaming down the poor Stallion’s face caused his own foals to begin sniffling a bit as well.
Carolina hugged Mambo. “Nu! Babbehs nu hab owwies! A-am su wowwied abou’ Daddeh!” Carolina said. Carolina was already a young Filly now and the oldest of Mambo’s foals, her Mane had grown in a shiny metallic white, a true patriot’s color scheme when mixed with her Red and Blue coat.
“W-wub Daddeh! N-nu wan huwties fow Daddeh! Nu mowe scawy-sweepy-dweams!” Carolina commanded, from behind her, her siblings joined the hug pile.
Mambo’s eyes teared up even more as he gently hugged his babies… They may have been given to him thru horrid circumstances, all caused by Bailey, but they were good, they were the the best thing ever…
“W-wub Babbehs… W-wub su m-muchies!”
Mambo nuzzled each of his foals, letting them calm down before trying to get some sleep again…
This time… He felt this next dream… Would be a good one… For the first time, since Clint had found him…
He felt safe in his own Fluff… And for once…
He didn’t smell bad…
He smelt pretty…