It was roughly 2:30 AM, and everyone in the house was sleeping. Down in the basement, Crimson and Princess were lying in the dog bed together, cuddling. Princess was so happy, but that happiness quickly faded when Brownie, who had just used the litter box, walked back to the dog bed, and laid down with Princess, cuddling into her warm and soft fur.
He cooed and kneaded into her stomach at the warmth he was feeling. The last time Brownie had felt such a warm feeling in his heart was when he was a chirpy baby and with his mom. He vaguely remembered his mom singing to him, licking him, and giving him the best hugs in the whole world. Thinking of his mother, and the warm feeling provided to him by Princess, he quickly dozed off into the fluffy dream land.
Princess, on the other hand, was wide awake and utterly disgusted with herself. She, the perfect and beautiful Princess, was forced to play, hug, and cuddle with a disgusting poopy colored foal. She quietly wretched as Brownie nuzzled his face into her stomach.
Princess wished she could kick him away and hurt him, but she couldnât because of Crimson, who liked Brownie a lot. This frustrated Princess a lot, but she was hoping that eventually Brownie would understand himself that he was a poopie baby, and thus, would stop and do what a poopie baby is supposed to do, which is die.
Princess tried to sleep, but she could feel Brownies breathe on her stomach as he peacefully slept. This made Princess even more mad. How dare he sleep so peacefully and content when she is suffering so much right now and CANâT sleep.
It was entirely unfair, Princess thought to herself. However, she suddenly had a brilliant idea. Princess gently shook Brownie, the young foal waking up from his deep sleep and wonderful dream.
âWat am wrong, nyu mummah?â Brownie asked, yawning and barely having his eyes open.
âNuting, Bwownie, buâ nyu mummah wan gib Bwownie bestesh huggies in whowe wowd!.â Princess quietly responded, âBuâ nu can gib hewe, neeâ gu ovew dewe.â
Princess pointed at the far corner of the play area. Brownie was now fully awake, although still a bit sleepy, after hearing that Princess, his new mom, was going to give him the best hugs in the whole world. He quickly, yet quietly got up, excitedly bouncing around just outside the bed. Princess stood up too, making sure she didnât wake up Crimson.
Princess and Brownie silently walked over to the corner of the play area. When they finally reached the corner, Brownie excitedly turned to Princess, sitting on his rump, raising his arms into the air into a hug or âupsieâ pose.
Princess smiled sinisterly as she embraced Brownie in a big, big hug. Brownie cooed at the warmth of her tight and loving hug. This warmth reminded him of his mother again, who sadly had died when he was just a small chirpie baby. He remembered how sad he was when she died, and how much he cried next to her lifeless body for days.,
Brownie then remembered not having enough strength to even cry, just lying next to his now rotting motherâs corpse, hoping that once he went to sleep, he could see her again. But then, like an Angel, Micheal appeared, taking him home, feeding him, cuddling him, making him know that his mother wouldâve wanted him to live on and have babies on his own once he was older.
The thought of this made it easier to accept her death, but it didnât remove all of the pain in his heart. At least, that was until he met Princess. Princess looked very similar to his own mother, being a same pretty white and light pink mane, with beautiful fur that gave the best huggies in the whole world and smelled as sweet as flowers.
Brownie realized that Princess didnât like him too much, which made him sad, but at least she gave him hugs, played with him, and allowed him to cuddle with her. But now, she herself wanted to hug him, which made Brownie feel a warmth in his small innocent heart unlike he had ever felt since his mother had died. Brownie cooed, with a single small tear of joy running down his small brown plumb cheek.
The pain in his heart was now gone. Or was it?
Brownieâs heart had no more hurties, but he felt a bit of hurties around his entire body now. He didnât know why. But the pain slowly started becoming more and more, and he could feel himself not being able to breathe as much anymore as before.
Thatâs when Brownie realized that these hurties were coming from Princess hugging him too hard, too tightly. Brownie, with great effort, raised his head to look at Princess, wanting to tell her that she was hugging him too tightly. But then he saw her smiling face, full of joy, and eyes closed.
She was happy hugging him, Brownie realized. This made Brownie happy, and he didnât want her to be sad because he didnât like her huggies, and so didnât say anything, and just accepted her hug, hugging her back as tightly as his small arms allowed him to.
Brownie could feel the pain getting worse, and his torso and bones slowly bending underneath the immense pressure. It was excruciating, and if he could, he wouldâve started crying and begging Princess to stop. But she was happy. Happy hugging him, a brown poopie fluffy who most Fluffies would ignore or abuse.
Breathing was now almost impossible, but with the little breath he had left, Brownie croaked out a quiet, âWuv yu, mummah.â
Snap!
Brownie felt cold, his vision going dark, and the last thing he saw was Princessâs face full of joy and happiness as she hugged him.
âMummah am happies gibing Bwownies huggiesâŚâ Brownie thought, with a single tear running down his cheek, âDat am make Bwownie hab happies tuâŚâ
And then he was gone.
Princess noticed Brownie had stopped breathing, and looked down, seeing his lifeless body. She let go, his body falling to the ground with a quiet smack.
She smiled, biting the back of his neck, and dragging him over to the area with toys, placing his body next to the toys. With her hoof, she opened his mouth as much as she could, placing a toy into his mouth with great effort, and pushing it back as much as she could.
She breathed heavily, looking at what appeared to have been an accident which caused Brownie to die. She smiled, satisfied, and walked back to the bed, cuddling in next to Crimson, happy at the thought of the annoying poopie baby being gone now for good.
Undenounced to her though, there were Cameras in the room, which, to her dismay later on, recorded 24/7.
Micheal rolled to the side as a small ray of light shined through the window and onto his face. He opened his eyes a bit, looking at the clock. It read 7:23 AM. He groaned as he perched up, stretching his tried muscles and tendons.
After getting up, brushing his teeth, and morning slippers, he walked into the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee. Once he had finished the coffee, he poured himself a cup and went to the living room, sitting down on the couch and opening the tablet, checking up on the Fluffies. As he went to take a sip he stopped in his tracks, noticing Browniesâ lifeless body lying on the ground.
He placed his cup of coffee down on the table, now fully awake without the help of the coffee. He quickly went back to the recording to see what had happened and watched the events of the night unfold in front of him. How Princess and Brownie walked over to the corner, how she hugged him, how clearly, he struggled yet did not fight back, and almost willingly accepted death, and how Princess dragged his body to where it was now, trying to make it look like an accident.
Micheal sighed, letting out a small groan. He knew that Princess was a brat, entitled, selfish, and everything else you would expect from a spoiled Mare. But murdering a small foal just because it annoyed her? Unbelievable.
This, annoyingly enough, changed a lot of things. If Princess had just been racist against Brownie and mean, he couldâve used the normal methods to fix her attitude and make her into a normal, well-behaved Fluffy. But considering she had killed the small, helpless foal that easily, and seemed to smile the entire time whilst doing it, as if she was proud of it, made things a whole lot more complicated.
Micheal knew that the methods he would more often than use to fix Fluffies would not work anymore with this case, which meant he had to resort to his âother methods.â
The problem with that though was he needed consent from Princessâs mother, Susan, which would not exactly be easy. Micheal groaned, picking up his phone and dialing up Susan.
After a few minutes of explaining what had happened, Susanâs disbelieve and pure shock at what she had heard had happened, and listening to what Micheal proposed next, Susan agreed with a broken heart. Micheal reassured Susan though that his method would fix Princess for sure, even if it meant hurting her badly.
Susan agreed, and also agreed to Micheal keeping Princess for longer than two weeks, understanding that Princess had gone too far, and hung up. Micheal fell back into the cushions of the couch, a mix of emotions rising up inside him. He was sad that Brownie had to die a death like this, considering how much work he had put into rescuing him and how he had gotten attached a bit to the small, adorable foal, yet he was excited at the prospect of what he was going to do to Princess the next following weeks.
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