(Quick Note because I think I forgot to mention it, but Micheal is 26 years old.)
“Well, that depends.” Micheal replied, crossing his arms, glancing over to Charlotte.
“On?” Charlotte tilted her head.
“Do you want to keep him in perfect condition, or are some ‘small’ imperfections fine too?” Micheal said, smirking.
“Let me ask my manager!” Charlotte said, excitedly.
She quickly jogged away to inquire regarding what Micheal had said, leaving him alone with the Smarty, who was still going on about ‘enfie-babbehs.’
Micheal turned to the Smarty with a sinister grin, the Smarty not noticing.
“Say, Smarty, what do you know about humans?”
“Humans am dummeh an’ gib nummies, wub, an’ huggies?” The Smarty replied, confused at why the human was asking him such an obvious question.
“That is partially true.” Micheal agreed, “But, you see, there are also humans who do the opposite. They give Fluffies the biggest hurties until the Fluffies want to do forever-sleepies!”
The Smarty was confused by that, but also scared at the human saying that combined with the smile on his face.
“Now, the question is,” Micheal continued, “Which type of human am I?”
“Dah kind to gib huggies an’ wub?” The Smarty replied, his tail slowly shifting between his legs as he slowly started backing off to the back of the cage like pen.
“That is correct, well done!” Micheal praised him, the Smarty immediately relaxing.
“Den hooman gib…” The Smarty spoke when Micheal interrupted him.
“However, it is also false!” Micheal spoke, a large smile on his face.
The Smarty immediately shitting and pissing himself out of fear.
“See, I do like Fluffies a lot, however, I only like the good Fluffies,” Micheal said, stepping over the cage and into the pen, the Smarty now scared, backing off as Micheal stepped closer, “I also really, really, really like hurting Fluffies, the bad ones of course! It makes me feel good, you know, it just feels right giving bad Fluffies the most pain I can afflict on them, giving them what they deserve!”
“Buh, Smawty am gud Fwuffy, nu am bad!” The Smarty stammered.
“Oh, really?” Micheal asked, stopping, “But you want to ‘enf’ small babbehs?”
“Buh that nu am bad, am Smawty aftah aww!” The Smarty replied, trying to justify his behavior.
“Ah, I see.” Micheal said, nodding.
The Smarty calmed down as the Human seemed to understand his point. Then, suddenly the human moved forward, leaning down, the human’s hand approaching him.
Smarty closed his eyes, anticipating a scratch or pat for being a good Smarty, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
“Owwies, huwties!” The Smarty yelped in pain as Micheal grabbed him by scruff.
“I really hope they don’t mind you having some small ‘imperfections’ because if they don’t, then trust me, you will never, ever, for the rest of your pathetic and sad life want to ‘enf’ another baby ever again!” Micheal whispered in a serious tone, the smile on his face gone, starring deep into the terrified Fluffies eyes.
“I see you have already started?” Charlotte said, sounding somewhat disappointed. “They said it was okay for the little fuck to have some, quote on quote, imperfections!”
The Smarty looked at Charlotte as she said that, noticing a big smile on Micheal’s face, the Smarties heart beating incredibly fast in fear.
“Well, then let’s start the disciplining, shall we?” Micheal spoke, the Smarty making scaredie-poopies.
Back home in the saferoom, Hazel, Joy, and Ray were playing with each other, giggling as they tumbled over each other, Crimson watching them.
Crimson was happy that the foals had so much fun, and it made him happy that he was able to protect and take care of them, but he also still had heart hurties whenever he remembered Brownie. He remembered how happy Brownie was playing with him, how he giggled, cooed when she slept in Crimson’s fluff, and also how his dead, blue face looked when he had found him.
Luckily, Crimson was rather intelligent for a Fluffy, so he knew that Brownie was in Fluffy Heaven, playing with his old mummah and siblings, the pain in his small heart being gone. But Crimson still felt sad regardless, missing the tiny brown foal.
Crimson focused on Hazel. He was aware that the foals were slowly maturing, and thus were soon to enter puberty. He was also aware that Hazel had a crush on him, but Crimson knew that this crush was not because she actually loved him, but more so it was a love formed from feeling protected and loved, thus confusing the two kinds of love.
Crimson loved her too, of course, but she was a babbeh, and also his little sister, so he couldn’t imagine having babbehs with her or anything like that. But Crimson had also picked up another thing, which was the way Ray would look at Hazel and Joy. That was what concerned him the most.
Normally, Fluffies who are born together have a very strong bond, and of course love each other, but in the family type of way. However, Micheal had warned Crimson that because Joy and Ray had not been together since birth and only re-united so late, there was a chance that Ray would be attracted to his sister.
That gave Crimson the biggest worries, and also tummy sickies. He did not want to think about it, but it was still a valid concern, so he could not ignore it. He just hoped that nothing like that would happen. He really prayed for it.
Down in the basement, Princess was eating her nutritious kibble. She had the biggest heart and head hurties. Why had Chocolate not returned yet? It had been so many forevers (at this point now like 3 day) since she had last seen him, and she missed him and his affection warmth.
Micheals words kept playing in her head over and over again. What if Chocolate had abandoned her and their babbehs because he saw that they were not the bestest babbehs and she was not the bestest mummah?
She stopped eating, staring into her bowl. She felt her eyes starting to water up at the thought of that, and then another emotion, anger. Why was this happening to her? She didn’t do anything wrong!
She let Chocolate have special hugs with her, carrying his babbehs, and then going through the painful process of birthing them. She also fed all of them, licked them, gave all of them equal love, hugs, licks, and attention. And yet he ran away???
This made Princess very angry and sad.
Suddenly, she heard a small and faint. “Mu-mummah?”
Princess turned around, seeing the small brown Pegasus filly wobbling as it tried standing, catching Princess off guard.
“Babbeh?” Princess spoke towards her babbehs lying in their bed.
“Mummah?” It peeped again, calling for her mummah she couldn’t find.
“Babbeh am tawkie-babbeh nao?” Princess said, ecstatic, quickly running over to her babbehs.
The small brown filly looked at her mom, eyes partially open, wobbling back and forth as she tried to steady herself to look at her mom, who towered over her.
“Mummah, wub!” the small filly exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.
All of Princess’s anger faded as her heart was filled with a warm feeling at seeing her babbeh proclaim its love for her, so awkwardly yet adorable.
Princess quickly picked up the small filly, starting to lick it, it giggling and cooing in pleasure.
She was the happiest mummah in the whole world right now. She looked at her babbeh in her arm, it looking exactly like Chocolate with wingies.
Chocolate…
The happy feeling slowly fading as Princess remembered his name as she saw the filly. It looked exactly like Chocolate…
Charlotte had brought the yellow Smarty and Micheal to a closed off room that had sound proofing and many tools. Charlotte called this the ‘sorry-room.’ Which made the Smarty shit more in fear.
The Smarty was now sitting in a caged area, cowering down in fear of what these dumb humans were going to do to him.
“So, how do we begin?” Charlotte asked, excitedly.
Micheal chuckled, Charlotte was cute. “First, we have to start small, slowly building up to the finale!”
The Smarty was still cowering down, eyes closed and curled up into a ball. He was scared of these humans, and more so of what they were going to do. He didn’t even know why they wanted to hurt him. He had done nothing wrong!
He was a Smarty after all, and a bestest babbeh as well! His mummah had told him so many, many times. The small filly he had given special-huggies to was a small ugly poopie babbeh. He remembered her crying, trying to escape from her as he forced himself upon her.
She should have been grateful that the amazing and great him had even wanted to have special-huggies with her and allowed her to make him feel good. But now he was punished for that? That was unfair!
The Smarty suddenly felt a warm hand on his head. He flinched, expecting hurties, but instead he felt happies? The human was scratching him lovingly. He felt his body relax as the warmth of the human slowly crawled through his body. Another hand touching him on his chin, scratching it gently. He was in heaven and felt absolute bliss, cooing contently.
He slowly rose up, preparing for more scratches and huggies. Then, suddenly, a loud ‘SLAP’ erupted from his back, and a sharp pain echoed throughout this backside, a burning sensation quickly following.
‘SCREEE! HUWTIES!” he screamed as his eyes flung open.
Then another, SLAP.
“SCREEEE! NU WAN HUWTIES! SCREEEEE!"
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
The Smarty pissed and shat all over himself out of fear, trying to run away but slipping on its own feces and crashing face first into the ground and excrements.
He slowly pushed himself up, dizzy. His nosie had the biggest hurties and he could feel a warm liquid dripping from it. He wobbled up, touching his nosie with his hoof and looking at it, there being a warm red liquid on it.
“HUUUU, HUUUU!” he began crying, “WHY DOES NOSIE HAB BOO-BOO JUICE!”
But before he could cry more, another SLAP filled the air, this time it hurting more than before.
“SCRREEEEEEEEEE!” he screamed as he fell over, taking a look at his back.
On the Smarties back was a deep gash, bleeding and staining his yellow fluff.
He looked in horror at this wound, noticing the human standing above him. The human was holding a stick of some kind. But then the Smarty noticed the red boo-boo juice on the stick, and realized who was causing him pain.
“NUUU!” he screamed as Micheal lifted his arm.
The Smarty raised his arms, trying to block the incoming attack.
SLAP
CRACK
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HOOFIES HAB BIGGEST HUWITES! SCREEEE!” he screamed as he fell backwards.
Micheal watched with a smile as the Smarty looked at his hoofs, the sole of the hoof having cracked from making direct contact with the hard stick. The crack was not bleeding, but revealing tiny pieces of muscle and flesh underneath, telling Micheal that it must hurt a lot.
The Smarty desperately licked his hoofs, trying to make the pain go away in the only way he knew how.
“Pwease, hoof pain go ‘way, it am huwtin’ wot!” The Smarty cried, continuing to lick them.
Micheal raised his arm again, the Smarty not noticing.
SLAP
The Smarty fell to his side as the stick made direct contact with his snout, leaving behind a deep slice in his face that would definitely leave a scar.
The Smarty was now crying oceans, “HUUUU! HUUUU! Why hooman gib Smawty wowstes’ huwties, did nothin’ wwong, just wan’ gud feews!”
This pissed Micheal off even more, picking the bleeding Smarty up, throwing him onto the nearby table.
“OUCHIE!” he yelped as he landed hard on the metal table. His whole body hurting now.
The Smarty looked around, spotting a weird looking device next to him.
“Help me strap him in, Charlotte!” Micheal asked.
“With pleasure!” She responded, smiling as she grabbed the Smarty who desperately tried to fight back, to no avail.
Once the Smarty was strapped in, facing Micheal and Charlotte, fear overcame him, and he released a mountain of shit. When suddenly, Micheal picked up a Fluffy from the ground.
The Smarty looked in confusion as a very pretty orange Mare stood in front of him, smiling at him.
“Smawty wan’ gud feews?” The orange Mare asked.
The Smarty feeling his no-no stick, twitching and becoming erect as she approached him.