Clint cleaned up the mess Xerxes had made, putting the Smarty’s family away while Xerxes was given a bath. Clint dragged Xerxes by his scruff all the way from the Sorry-Room to the bathroom, as to make sure he didn’t try and run…
Which Xerxes didn’t…
As Clint drew the bathwater to room temp, Xerxes heard the flowing water and was flashing back to memories from before he was… Here… With his Family… The River… Him… Again… It seemed in every little thing Xerxes was going thru, every thing was reminding him of Leonidas…
As Clint bathed Xerxes he felt… Pretty good. Xerxes didn’t coo or even squirm in the water, only ever complaining about the strange smelling soap Clint put on him.
“Don’t worry, it makes your Fluff feel good, just not right now.” Clint reassured Xerxes. A small chuckle followed the reassuring words given to Xerxes.
Clint put the bottle labeled ‘Nair’ back onto the plexiglass shelf, trying to hid the description from Xerxes,just in case he could read.
Xerxes nodded… Fully expecting his punishment to be some form of watery demise… But, nothing came… No demise, Clint even dried off Xerxes after the bath… He felt clean, his Fluff smelled sweet now… Like Clint had promised…
“Cwint? W-why nu-” Xerxes began to ask, only to be cut off by a slap across his face. the clean fluff did little to protect Xerxes’s now stinging cheek.
“Don’t you worry Xerxes… You’re gonna get your punishment… Later…” Clint coldly stated.
Xerxes nodded again, understanding that he was still, in fact, in major shit for his crimes…
Clint led Xerxes back to the Sorry-Room. Opening the Gate to his ‘Nest’ Clint watched as Xerxes’s children and Special Friend ran out to hug him, saying how much they missed him.
Clint looked behind them to see the Shiny half-siblings all crying and peeping as Xerxes got closer to them. Mustard, the fatter dull Foal from the litter was quiet, and starring sadly at Xerxes.
Xerxes’s warm face melted into one of hate as he looked at them… Clint watched as each were taken to their mother’s pillow, and left there…
Clint was about to tell Xerxes to take them back, when a voice caused Clint to stop.
“DADDEH!! S-SPESHUW FWEND GWEN HABBIN BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!” Cried the voice of Oingo from behind the Sorry-Room door.
“Oh Fuck.”
Clint and Oingo ran back to the Safe-Room, quickly after locking the Garage up, to see Hero, Kahlua, Smoke and Agate helping Gwendolyn with her first litter.
“Speshuw-Fwend! Daddeh am hewe! Wiww hewp!” Oingo announced, rushing over to take Hero’s spot, relieving the frightened son to mosey over to the rest of the Herd, now watching happily.
With a quick text to Donna, about how Gwen was going into labor, Clint got down low next to the happy couple. “Alright Gwen, remember, just push!” Clint said, hoping that was good enough for help, as most of the female Fluffies were already helping her on the… Messier side of things.
Gwen huffed, puffing her cheeks up and grunting hard…
“Peep! peep! p-peep peep!” cried out from behind Gwen, Kahlua, with a happy smile, gently rubbed the foal on her fluff, drying away most of the crusty icky stuff that coated the small foal… It was a Colt! With a bright Pink coat, and a small nub on his head… Just like Oingo’s own horn…
Oingo was handed the colt and was fully cleaned by Oingo who commented about how the ‘ickies’ didn’t taste very good.
Gwen pushed yet again, grunting as another Chirpy was brought into the Safe-Room.
“Peep! Peeeeeep! Peep-peep!” The Chirpy was a Filly! It had a piebald coat, with blotches of Bright Orange covering parts of her small body. No horn or wings on her back, but she, like Oingo, was a VERY big baby, which had caused a lot of strain on poor Gwen, who was now huffing a bit faster after passing a… Well a softball sized Chirpy out of her.
Oingo, again was handed the Filly and chuckled at how bit she was, not fat… Muscle… She peeped happily after being cleaned and was set with her Brother, the two hugging tightly near Oingo’s leg.
Finally, Gwen, who now, was too tired to push, felt something simply slid out of her.
“Peep! P-peep! Peep! Peep! Chiwp!” The Final Fluffy that came out of Gwen was a Dark Green, with a similar pattern to Gwen’s mackerel coat, shades of lighter and darker greens populated the young Chirpy’s back, a small Pink nub on his head, indicating his horn would be Pink, like his mother’s mane…
With the three cleaned, Oingo nudged a tired Gwendolyn onto her side, to let her babbehs suckle for their first time.
“B-babbehs… D-dat one s-su big! hehehe!” Gwen said, completely exhausted by the births. “Am gud babbehs Speshuw-Fwend! Wub dem, an Oingo wub 'ou tu!” Oingo said happily scooting closer to Gwen with every word. “W-wub 'ou tu Speshuw-Fwend… Su happy, s-su sweepy… W-wub babbehs!” Gwen said happily.
Oingo waved over Hero to get closer. “Hewo… Dese am 'ou new sissy an bwuddahs…” Oingo said, trying to be quiet as Gwen had now passed out. “W-weawwy? Nyu sissy… Nyu bwuddahs?” Hero asked as he hugged Oingo. “Yus… Hmm… Babbehs nee’ namesies…” Oingo began to think, Hero close by his side.
Clint watched as Trotter and Onyx came over to see their new nephews and niece. The two grew up well, even after losing both Gwen and Chuck. Both were happy to share their ideas for names, helping Oingo out quite a lot…
After the birth, Kahlua slowly waddled back to her nest, tired… Crush, leading her foals, made his way back to the nest as well. “Gud job Speshuw-Fwend… Nyu-Fwend Gwen hab gud babbehs danks tu 'ou… Speshuw-Fwend?” Crush began, quick to see Kahlua had closed her eyes and dipped her head low onto their bed. Crush smiled, closed his eyes, and nuzzled against Kahlua, their babies, Jackie, Maroon, and Fantina all cuddled up against Crush’s tummy, nuzzling happily together, as one big happy family…
Volt praised Agate and Smoke on their aid with the babbehs, as Volt happily cheered his siblings on, Mambo was close behind leading his foals over to Oingo and his family, wanting his siblings to meet his bestes’ friends babbehs.
Gravy and Chili were with Argus, playing ball as they were now bored with the small quiet celebration.
Clint looked over to see the herd was doing good… a little bigger, but good… He heard the Safe-Room door open up behind him, Donna quickly coming in. “Sug! Did I-?” Donna started, only to see the new Family snug together, Oingo having given up on the names, simply curled up with Gwendolyn and the foals, Hero curled up on his back…
“Damn it…” Donna said quietly, as to not make the foals upset.
“Ya snooze, ya loose… Sug…” Clint taunted…
An Hour Later…
Clint came back into the Sorry-Room, seeing Xerxes’s Shampoo had taken effect.
Clint sold the stuff in his store, mostly in the A&D department of the store, only really used for punishing Fluffies that had a lot of pride in their Fluff…
Xerxes’s fat was now on display for his family, his Golden Fluff that covered him, his Beautiful mane, all had fallen to the ground…
Gotta love Fluffy-Safe Nair!
Xerxes looked like a literal Pig, his fat rolls were now seen fully buy his family. While a Superficial Mare would say Xerxes was Ugly, Dusk was different, trying to calm Xerxes down as best as she could, even his children were trying to comfort him…
Grabbing a roll of fat, Clint tossed Xerxes out of his Cage and let him touch the cool floor of the Garage. With another quick text to Donna, Clint gently directed the Family out of their cage nest.
Donna entered the Sorry-Room with a bag and a handheld vacuum, fresh out of the compartment.
Turning it on, Donna handed the Vacuum to Clint, to which he sucked up all the now fallen Golden Fluff. Xerxes was too sad to even see what Clint was doing with his Fluff to care, while Dusk and their foals all were scared of the noise coming from the Vacuum.
finally, once the fluff was all gone, Clint emptied out the fluff into the Bag, with a quick hug, Donna was out, taking Xerxes’s Fluff with her.
“W-whewe Mummah takin Speshuw-Fwend’s pwetty fwuff?” Dusk asked, still a bit rattled from the noise.
“Oh, well, shes going to make it into stuffing for a new bed sweet-heart!” Clint responded, tussling Dusk’s mane happily. “W-wiww Speshuw-Fwend ged pwetty Fwuff Bed?” Dusk asked hopefully.
“Probably!” Clint said, stepping away from the family, and over to where Candy’s foals were at, all but Mustard were scrawny and weak, practically starving, Mustard was lucky, as he was given more milk and food than the rest of his siblings, making him a bit bigger. Clint looked around for something. Finally finding it, Dusk and her foals watched as Clint grabbed a smaller container, a small handle arching around the top of it.
Xerxes’s family watched as Clint began to whistle a tune, roughly picking up the foals from their container, all but Mustard. “Your the lucky one buddy.” Clint said, walking away as Mustard peeped sadly, losing his mother fist, but now his siblings as well.
Clint began to fiddle with a suspended hook that dangled from the ceiling of the garage, a remnant from when Clint still had a fucked up car, and couldn’t tell if he was going to hit the table or not. Clint checked to see if the container would be held up their, foals and all…
Sadly for Xerxes, it seemed to support the foals weight.
Looking into the peeping-foal-filled bucket, Clint smiled at the frightened foals. “Time for wawa!”
Clint took the foals from the Sorry-Room to the bathroom, quickly putting the bucket into the tub, right underneath the faucet.
“Who likes wawa!” Clint tauntingly asked. Of course the foals all peeped out in fear, crying out “nu! W-wawa am bad fow fwuffies!” Clint, already knowing that, turned the cold water on anyways. The faucet quickly spewed out cold water onto the scared foals, all releasing scardy-poopies onto each other, pissing themselves out of pure fear and dread of the ice cold water that filled up the bucket.
Once the water was about, a inch deep, Clint took the bucket of watered-down foals back into the Sorry-Room, quickly grabbing a drill from a nearby toolbox.
Xexes watched as Clint came back into the room, grabbed the drill and hoisted the scared foals onto the hook, suspending them in air. Clint moved away from the bucket and grabbed Xerxes, lifting him up. Dusk and her foals tried to plea with Clint, begging him to let Xerxes down. “Pwease! Nu huwt Speshuw-Fwend! Am gud fwu-” Dusk began, only to watch Clint dropped Xerxes onto the metal-table hard, quickly turning and striking Dusk in the muzzle with a slap.
“NO. HE. ISN’T.” Clint boomed, the noise causing the foals-in-a-bucket peep in fear. Agis, Potema and Ragnarok all reeled back in horror at the sound of the smack, their eyes darting to their mother, worried and afraid.
Dusk didn’t screech… She didn’t yell… She was just… Shocked… To surprised at the fact her Daddeh had stuck her.
Clint turned back to Xerxes, that wicked grin Xerxes knew to fear was beaming across Clint’s face. Without a word, Clint turned away to Cobalt’s container. Taking the bungee cables off, he quickly used them to tie down Xerxes, latching them together under the table.
Like that, Xerxes was tied up… above him was the Bucket of water-logged Foals. As Xerxes protested and began to yell, Clint got quickly bothered by his complaints, grabbing the old muzzle, Clint muffled Xerxes.
Fluff-less, Tied down, and now muted, Clint watched as Xerxes began to whimper and squirm on the Cold-Table.
Clint silently and methodically pulled the trigger on the drill, revving it like a motorcycle, over and over again. Xerxes watched in horror, imagining the drill stabbing into him, giving him the worst hurties ever! Closing his eyes, he just waited for the pain to start, hoping it would be over soon…
He heard the drill starting but… No… Pain? He began to hear some kind of whirring nose above him, then the scared and frantic peeping of Candy’s foals above him, even hearing a Foal screech out in pain, a small ripping and tearing noise coming from above. ‘C-Cwint wouwdn’t!’ Xerxes thought…
‘W-wite?’
Xerxes waited a moment longer, for anything to cause him pain… Anything at all…
Drip
Xerxes felt colt water hit his bare forehead. His eyes still closed out of fear of the soon coming pain…
Drip
The foals above him were now screeching out, their shrill voices yelling about a Sissy who had gone forever-sleepies, the ‘wowstes’ huwties’ coming from under her…
Drip
Xerxes kept feeling this cold water drop on his head. Finally, after another Drip he opened his eyes to see the bucket was above him.
Drip
Drip after Drip, Xerxes began to smell the metallic and foul water, more and more as it dripped down onto him
Drip
Clint peered into Xerxes’s view, that damn grim still etched along his face.
Drip
Clint moved out of view. Xerxes then heard Dusk being moved from the floor back to the cage.
Drip
Their foals began to cry out for Xerxes.
Drip
It was just making this.
Drip
Worse.
Drip
And.
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Worse.
Drip
Why did the wawa smell like that?
Drip
Xerxes was smart… He was the greatest Smarty to ever live!
Drip
He could figure this out!
Drip
Xerxes closed his eyes and began to try and piece two and two together.
Drip
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Xerxes opened his eyes wide at what finally clicked in his head.
Drip
The water was filled with the scared poopies of the foals…
Drip
And the metallic smell… Was boo-boo juice… The Sissy’s b-boo-boo juice…
Drip
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Xerxes wretched back and forth at the realization, trying to free himself from his bonds, muffled screams echoes from the Sorry-Room as he trashed as hard as he could…
Dusk and her children watched from their cage in horror as they heard the foals over Xerxes’s head cry, shivering as they begged for the water to be good, to not be cold…
Clint simply walked out of the room with a smile on his face…
“Wonder what Oingo and Gwendolyn are gonna name their kids?” Clint said sweetly, locking the Sorry-Room door behind him as he left…
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