Clint waited about a month before fucking with Xerxes and Cobalt again. Clint watched as the foals grew from Chirpy-Babbehs, to full-blown Foal-hood, honestly? A very cute start to a Fluffy’s life.
Clint didn’t pay too much attention to Candy’s foals, as he was more interested in Xerxes and his three brood-lings. The foals grew freakishly quickly, probably something to due with Xerxes being a freak himself. Agis was a natural born leader for his siblings, careful and calm like Xerxes in his prime. Potema was without a doubt the sweetest Filly Clint had ever met. The young Filly even went out of her way to help Candy with moving the foals around when Candy was too tired to do so. And Ragnarok…
He was a mean-son-of-a-bitch!
The small spines that grew along his back ended up being slightly metallic in color, resembling sewing needles or nails. Having stronger teeth, and even ‘fluffy-styled’ canines made his craving for meat a daily challenge as he would constantly nip at Clint’s fingers as he fed the Xenofluff cold-cuts, and the occasional meat leftovers he had hanging around the fridge… But only on days he was good… Which very rarely happened.
The Golden Bastard, as Clint had taken to calling him, was developing well, the early abuse he went thru, and constant retelling from his now Weanling-Siblings had caused a deep resentment to develop for his father. Instead, he decided that Xerxes was his REAL Daddeh… Which was true, but his proclamation to his biological father was too cute for Clint to care.
Xerxes had also accepted the Bastard into his fold, even taking it upon himself to name him… All to Dusk’s annoyance, as she deemed the little foal a ‘Bad-Babbeh’.
“Dusk may neba wub 'ou… Buh Xewxes wub his babbehs, eben if dey nu am fwom same Speshuw-Fwend… Am ‘ouw Daddeh… An’ 'ou am… Santowo…” Xerxes announced. Santoro was welcomed in by his father, and his half-siblings… Even Ragnarok was happy to have a new friend.
Dusk… Dusk was less than thrilled to the new addition. But like a good mother would, she allowed him to drink her milk, sang to him, and even told Santoro that “Nu-Mummah wubs 'ou” after he was fed and hugged. And as the four foals grew throughout the month, Dusk began to truly care for him.
Even calling herself his REAL Mummah at one point… Which Candy did not like…
Not. One. Bit…
As Candy laid down on her velvet pillow, she sighed… Another day of forgetting she had legs, was sadly remembered… Again…
As Candy watched her foals, Dusk got up from her bed and moved closer to Candy. “Hewwo Candy… Wan’ nummies?” Dusk asked, sporting a small smile. “Nu… Wan’ weggies…” Candy simply responded, huffing angrily to Dusk.
Dusk, a bit defeated got up and made her way back over to Xerxes, somberly hugging her Special Friend.
Candy looked over to the foals playing… Her foals were happily running around and peeping happily while Dusk’s foals were playing by themselves. Not excluding the foals, but rather just weary of their fragile states. Candy felt something bubble inside her, something angry and mean…
‘Why was that golden foal better than the rest of them… Mustard she understood, but the rest were just as pretty!’ Candy thought as she contemplated a plan, no mother should think…
“S-Sant-owo?” Candy called, catching the young foal’s attention. “Peep! Commin! Peep-peep!” Samtoro replied, hastily waddling over to his mother. “Peep! Yus Mummah? Chiwp? Nee’ sumtin?” Santoro happily asked. Candy simply stared happily at Santoro, silent as a mouse.
“M-mummah? Chiwp? Nu wan’ tawkies? P-peep! Hab owwies?! Peep! Wiww g-g-ib h-huggies! Peep!” Santoro peeped lovingly, rushing over to Candy’s side, with the sole intent of giving love to his Mummah…
Candy had other plans…
Candy waited until Santoro was close enough to her, lashing out like a fluffy-snake, Candy’s maw latched onto Santoro’s head.
Candy began to squeeze, quickly.
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Santoro cried out, getting every Fluffy’s attention.
That, unfortunately for Candy, also meant Xerxes.
Just as Candy began to break apart poor Santoro’s small head, Xerxes rushed her, batting her to the side, away from his son…
Xerxes looked down at his son and went silent…
laying before Xerxes was one of his sons… He felt his heart break as he looked upon Santoro’s broken head… One eye had been ruptured, the other was bloodshot…
Xerxes started angrily at the bite marks that wrapped around Santoro’s skull, broken along his forehead and around his ears and small mane…
Xerxes stared, his teeth gritting as he finally changed his gaze from his son to Candy…
“Ou… 'OU!!!” Xerxes yelled. Candy shat herself at the sheer volume Xerxes yelled at her. If she had any left after her accident, then she would be shitting herself again as her eyes widened, watching in horror as Xerxes rushed at her.
Xerxes lost himself to his rage, his mind going blank. His left eye had gone partially red due to a blood-vessel that broke during his anger…
Candy quivered in fear as she was helpless to move anywhere, here teeth, slick with her son’s blood, chattered over her begging, praying for something to save her, to stop Xerxes…
But no plea was strong enough to stop Xerxes… Not now…
Not EVER…
Xerxes felt like himself again… But this time… This time had…
Purpose… Meaning… This wasn’t a fight to the death for some stupid piece of land, or a territorial war…
This was a Father… Avenging his Son…
Clint had just gotten home from a dinner date with Donna, trying to milk her for ideas on their upcoming anniversary. Their first to be exact!
Clint set his things down and made his way over to open the Safe-Room door, letting the Fluffies out. Well, all but Oingo, Gwen and Hero. Ever since Oingo and Gwen adopted Hero into their family, they had become thick as thieves. Oingo was a surprisingly good father, trying to teach things to the young Colt about how to be a good Fluffy, and how important it was to be a Smarty-Friend, and not a Smarty.
Hero took to his new family quite well to be honest, loving every moment he spent with his new Mom and Dad. While the two boys were excited and raring to spend quality time with each other, Gwen was just happy to have some alone time with her Tummy-Babbehs, as Oingo, while loving and kind, secretly made Gwen feel like she was being coddled, something she wasn’t too keen on.
As Clint watched the three spend their time in the safe-room, Clint began to see how appealing it was… Having a family, rather than a whole herd…
Before Clint could linger on the thought, he heard a screech coming from the Sorry-Room. Clint rushed into the room, opening the door to see a… Well a violent scene displayed before him.
Xerxes was painted almost pure red. The amount of blood covering his body and face was… Scary to be honest. Xerxes was repeatedly smashing his hooves into the paste-like body of Candy, her pink-ish fluff was now non-existent. Around Xerxes were the crying shiny bastard colts and fillies, peeping frantically for their mummah… All but Mustard, who was being calmed down by Potema and Dusk, the poor foal was shaking violently at the sight before him.
Agis and Ragnarok were standing between Xerxes and the foals, tryign to make sure they could coral their father away from the small innocent half-brothers and sisters.
Cobalt’s voice had gone hoarse from his own screaming… So instead he simply cried, his voice scratchy and faint…
Finally, once Xerxes was content with his revenge, he turned to see Clint standing in shock at the doorway. Xerxes picked up the mushed body of Candy, dragging it with his mouth, walking thru both Agis and Ragnarok, along with the foals they were trying to protect.
Xerxes marched up only a few feet away from Clint. With a wet and meaty THUD Candy’s corpse was dropped to the ground. Xerxes looked up to Clint and sighed.
“Sowwy… F-fow makin mess Cwint… Candy… She huwt… G-gabe f-fowebah swwepies… T-tu S-Santowo…” Xerxes said, his head held low, expecting his punishment to be swift and painful, small tears running down his blood covered face.
Clint simply looked around to see where Santoro was…
And low and behold… He was dead… his small skull was cracked like a small walnut
“Xerxes…” Clint said, getting low enough to meet Xerxes’s gaze.
Xerxes looked up slowly, expecting another hit to the face.
“Good work…”
Now felt the wrath of an avenging father.
