Xerxes woke up to two strange sounds echoing thru the Sorry-Room.
Crying, and Singing.
Xerxes looked around to see Dusk, his special friend was humming gently to her Tummeh-Babbehs, making sure they were told they were loved and that they were the best of the best. The crying was coming from the two Pillows, Candy and Cobalt.
Candy was crying quietly into Cobalt’s side, whispering sad nothings into his matted, shiny blue fluff. Cobalt simply stared at Xerxes, small rings around his eyes were beginning to develop…
Xerxes simply scoffed at Cobalt’s hate-filled stares and nuzzled closely around Dusk, who nuzzled deeper into Xerxes’s jiggly body.
“coo… Wub speshuw-fwend… Gon’ hab bestes’ babbehs ebah…” Dusk proclaimed lovingly. The compliment was not lost to Xerxes, but he still felt odd about Dusk. He, at first, didn’t care for Dusk in any way other than her giving him possible toughies for him to raise, solders that could overwhelm Clint and possibly turn the tide against him.
But that was when Xerxes first met Dusk, two weeks ago… Now? Xerxes was feeling… Happy…
Clint had let up on the beatings, and hadn’t even touched Xerxes’s nu-nu stick, or even his lumps since the milkings. Instead Clint let the two play outside of the Sorry-Cage, giving them toys to play with. While Xerxes had not cared for playing at first, he began to love stacking the large boxes for Dusk, who would compliment Xerxes on his strength and size, watching happily as Xerxes built some of the largest Block towers she had ever seen.
Tag was also a fun game for a while, but eventually Dusk began to round out. Her large stomach causing her more and more strain on her legs as she moved. Now Dusk was a the point where all she could do was sing sweetly to their foals, and make sure they knew that Xerxes and her loved them. Xerxes thought about how he, back when he was in his prime, would have all the special friends, and as many babbehs as he wanted…
Now that he was slowed down by Clint, he was thinking more and more. About his Mate, Dusk. About their foals. About Clint and Donna, and their Fluffies… About… Him…
Leonidas…
A grin etched along Xerxes face as he remembered their battle… How he had lived… How he… How Xerxes was…
As Xerxes thought longer and longer, his grin faded… He didn’t win… He wasn’t even the brave stallion he was promised to be… He… Xerxes was…
A Coward…
Sure he had won but… No, he didn’t win… He lost. because now? He was trapped here, trapped with… With her… The only ray of light he had in this hell…
Xerxes brought his head lower to Dusk, and licked her cheek, causing her to “eep!” In surprise. Xerxes nuzzled closely into Dusk, letting her be flooded in his warm fat body.
He may have lost… He may have lost a lot… But this was a good… For him… And it felt…
Good…
Two Weeks Later…
Both Cobalt and Xerxes were screaming bloody murder, trying to get Clint’s attention as both Candy and Dusk were having their biggest-poopies-ever. While Xerxes could assist Dusk with her birth, Cobalt could do very little, having to use his mouth and tongue with assisting the poor mare.
Clint was rushing over to the Sorry-Room, only to pause before grabbing the handle…
A smile crept over Clint’s face as he, instead, made his way into his office, to play with the Angler-Fluffs, Spike and his little unnamed Micro buddy.
Xerxes was stamping on the Sorry-Room door as hard as he could, which was surprisingly effective for a Fluffy his size. But as he was now much fatter and not as fit as he once was, Xerxes began to tire out quickly, huffing and wheezing under the new weight his body was put under.
Cobalt, realizing it was pointless, began to wobble and turn his body to where his head was closer to Candy’s rear. Cobalt tried hard to mentally prepare for the burden he was faced with…
Xerxes, wheezing like a fat-kid in gym class, waddled over to Dusk, and nudged her no-no’s to face him, seeing as he now had to do what the dumb helper Fluffies did for his old flock of mares…
Candy and Dusk both began to feel their sides strain. Cobalt had nudged Candy onto her side, for easier foal placement onto her swollen teats. Xerxes dragged over a dirty rag for the foals to land on, in case, Sky-Daddeh forbid, he missed a foal and it dropped onto the cold floor.
“BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!”
“BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!”
The two mares began to push hard, Candy was experienced in foal-birth, but Dusk? this was her first litter, and just kept crying and begging for the pain to stop. After a few moments of straining, both mothers were blessed with the sweet chirps of foals.
Cobalt looked at the first foal and grimaced… It was metallic Gold, with a small yellow nub on it’s head… It looked like… Like Him…
Xerxes beamed with pride, and slight disgust as he cleaned the foal. It was Pure Black with a small maroon nub on it’s head. Xerxes felt his heart swell as he held his first foal up high. “A-… Am gud b-babbeh…” Xerxes beamed, feeling the small foal squirm in his large hooves, peeping happily as Xerxes warm body embraced it.
Cobalt grimaces again and again, watching each foal pass out of Candy. All were shiny and pretty like their father. Cobalt watched as 5 foals passed out of Candy… After the forth came, he was about ready to scream in anger. That was until he saw the final foal.
Mustard Yellow… An Earthie… He was putrid color wise, and wasn’t special at all… Cobalt licked the Mustard Yellow foal clean, and gave him first take of Candy’s milk, all while the others cheeped and cried out, only to be ignored by Cobalt. “W-… Whewe odda babbehs Speshuw-Fwend?” Candy asked, who was absolutely exhausted.
“Ovah dewe. Nu cawe 'bout dem do. Wan dis babbeh tu be stwong… Be gud babbeh… Be… Bestes…” Cobalt said, a malicious smile etched on his face as he watched the Mustard Foal suckle long and well… Candy began to worry a bit about Cobalt, as well as the other foals. To quiet the babbehs, and Candy down, Cobalt finally cleaned them, letting them try and suckle at the minuscule amount of milk left. While Candy was sad about the over feeding Cobalt allowed, Cobalt simply watched as Mustard pushed her siblings away from their mother roughly… All to Candy’s sadness.
Xerxes helped Dusk every step of the way as only two more foals popped out of her. To be fair these foals were large as hell, being roughly the size of potatoes at birth… All to Dusk’s horror.
Xerxes held each up high after cleaning them, hugging them and waiting till Dusk was finished to feed them. Dusk and Xerxes brought three beautiful foals into Clint’s garage. A pitch Black Unicorn, a pure White Pegasus, and… Something Xerxes never seen before…
It was small yet… Different… It had nubs like a Wingie-Fluffy… But it had… A lot! It even had weird nubs all over it’s head as well… Xerxes’s base instincts began to take over as he set the strange fluffy to the floor.
Xerxes raised his hoof high in the air… And hesitated… Xerxes looked up from the foal and began looking at Dusk, who was staring in silence at what she was seeing, her face showing a tired, exhausted, fearful expression. “W-… Wha’ speshuw-fwend d-duin tu widdwe babbeh?” She asked, as the two other foals suckled happily on their loving mother’s teat.
“I-… Id… Am Mun-…” Xerxes started, stopping as he was interrupted… Looking back down at the small foal, Xerxes watched with his hoof still raised above it. The foal was happily chirping in the warm rag it was placed in, making Xerxes begin to tear up as he set his hoof down. “Id am widdwe babbeh… Am wiewd babbeh… Ouw… Widdwe weiwd babbeh…” Xerxes said, gently picking up the foal and bringing it over to a reassured Dusk, who hugged the foal happily, moving the Pegasus foal over letting the weird pointy baby drink it’s first milkies…
Xerxes held his Pegasus Daughter in his hooves, hugging it lovingly…
What once was a Tyrant, was now a Father… A real father… One that loved his children, and slowly… Was beginning to change…
Clint sat with Spike and the Micro, watching happily as the two played with a small ball. Clint looked down at his phone and saw a good half hour had passed since the screaming started.
“Probably about time…” Clint said. Clint set Spike down in his warmed terracotta pot and Micro back in his small Bio-orb terrarium. Clint began to look at the Tank, smiling as Luska and Ahklut swam with their children. Twelve in total, the Angler-Foals swam happily with their parents, some resting at the bottom of the tanks, sleeping, the others swimming fast and full of energy.
Clint tossed some Smarty-Micros into the Flooding chamber of the tank and let the happy family dig into a screaming buffet of Smarty meat…
As Clint left the office, he heard the strange and quiet nothingness coming from the Sorry-Room…
‘Where was the crying? Did Xerxes actually… like his kids?’ Clint thought as he made his way inside.
Clint looked around and was shocked, as Xerxes let Dusk nuzzle up next to him, their Foals happily resting atop both of them. Then, Clint looked over to Cobalt and Candy, seeing the Mare cry sadly as the foals all began to peep hungrily, minus one, that is…
“Hewwo Cwint… Wan see Babbehs?” Xerxes asked calmly. Clint got down low and scratched Xerxes and Dusk’s heads, surprised by the good qualities the two were showing. “Sure… Introduce me to em…” Clint responded.
Xerxes scooped up his three foals and raised them proudly to Clint. “Bwack one am Agis… White one am Potema… And dis one…” Xerxes said, showing the strange foal to Clint. “Am Wagnawok…”
Clint looked at the strange foals, utterly shocked… “That… Thats a god damn Xenofluff…” Clint said, his swear causing the foals to squirm unhappily. “Cwint nu say bad wowdsies… Am bad fow Foaws…” Xerxes snapped.
While Clint wanted to be mad at Xerxes giving him an order… He was… Begin good? Clint’s attention from Ragnarok was moved to the now crying foals in Candys and Cobalt’s ‘Nest’. Clint saw as Cobalt was headbutting a Shiny Gold foal into the corner of the bin, making the foal chirp out in pain, also making Candy cry hard while the other foals all hid behind or on top of her. “DUMMEH BABBEH! HACHOU! HACHOU!” Cobalt repeated, slamming his head into the corner, his horn being the only thing that was hitting the foal.
Clint, who was now considerably pissed off at the abusive father, which was ironic coming from Clint. He rushed over to the bin, and snatched both Cobalt and the Gold Foal in either hand, being rather gentle with the foal.
“Wrong move Dad… Wrong move…”
