Mummah wub babbehs… babbehs wub mummah,” came the off tune sing song of the purple fluffy with the soft pink mane, “Dummeh daddeh say Gwadis nu can hab babbehs, but Gwadis am soon-mummah nao!”
In the doorway to the safe room, staring at Gladis with arms folded and the sternest expression, was her owner; Axe. His full name is Alexander Smyth. He got the nickname Axe from his college days. He always won the axe throwing contest every year at the county fair. It was due to his rural upbringing, he always said.
Axe had never said Gladis couldn’t have babies; just not at the current time. He wanted to find a good stallion to be her special friend. One that was well behaved, good colored, and would be a good dad. But nope, Gladis wasn’t having that. She found the first feral to wander into his lawn and now she’s knocked up going on 2 weeks. Thanks FluffTV. Bastards.
Axe sighed as he stepped away from the safe room. He walked to other side of his ranch style home toward the garage door from his kitchen. He stepped into the garage and was immediately barraged with the incessant threats of the feral smarty that banged his fluffy.
“Wet smarty out nao, dummeh hoomin! Ow git wowstest huwties,” came the usual banter all smarties used.
Axe had found him hidden in a bush right after he heard Gladis telling her stuffy friend she had ‘tummeh babbehs’. Axe was furious at first, but decided to delay the smarty’s destruction. His colors weren’t THAT bad. But, unfortunately, as with most smarty fathers, there will be a bestest baby and likely a smarty in the bunch.
“Wet smawty gu ow get sowwiest poopies! Dummeh hoomin,” the smarty bellowed. It was worse since the garage created an echo effect with his shrill voice. The smarty turned away from Axe, aiming his ass, but let out only a few squeaks. Axe made sure he was empty before throwing him into the old dog cage. It was a left over form his parents estate sale. They both finally passed and it was the cage that his parents used with their old dog Thunder. He was a good dog. But in his elderly years he had a hard time controlling his bladder and this was used to help keep the carpet from getting messed up in the night.
Axe had nabbed the smarty about 5 days ago. He had barely fed him, mostly to keep him from shitting everywhere in retaliation, but he did keep his water filled. The make shift sand box he made for the little asshole was half filled with pee spots and few turds. At least he wasn’t going all over the place. Of course, the first couple hours after feeding him and a few swats to his balls with the sorry stick, made sure he went in the sand box. Seemed he learned that lesson quick.
“Whewe special fwiend?! Gib smawty speciaw fwiend nao! Gib sowwiest hoofies to hoomin if nu gib back smawty his speciaw fwiend,” the smarty ordered as he hit the cage bars with his hooves. Or what passed for hooves on these genetic chimeras.
Axe was prepared for the outbursts. He knelt down, unlatched the cage door and reached in wiht the sorry stick. The smarty saw it and started trembling. He went to back away and hide in the farthest corner, but Axe was too fast and he got three good whacks. 2 were on his flanks and the last one right on his asshole.
“SCREEEEEE!! Fwuffy sowwy! Fwuffy sowwy. Nu gib huwties to fwuffy no mowe,” the blue devil begged. The smarty was a nice solid blue with a mane and tail that was shades of lighter blues. The colors, as far as Axe could tell from underneath all the grime, weren’t that bad.
Axe didn’t speak to the smarty. He simply put a little kibble in the bowl for him and checked the water in the other bowl. Axe stared the smarty down as he shut and latched the door. He walked inside as the smarty sniffled and crept toward the food bowl. Axe gave him just enough so he wouldn’t starve, but not enough to let the shit factory build up. Axe walked back into his house to go to bed for the night. He wasn’t happy; at all. He did decide to let things play out. He was a patient man and one that knew how to let a plan carry out for the long haul.
It was a few months later. Gladis had her brood. The smarty was still alive. Axe had 5 new fluffies added to his household. Gladis had given birth to 3 colts and 2 fillies. The colts were green with light purple mane and tail, blue with the same coloring as the smarty, and of course, the poopie of the bunch. He had a light tan fluff with chestnut brown mane and tail; his coloring was actually nice. But alas, he was a poopie and got treated as such.
The fillies were a purple with pink mane and tail, obviously the bestest, and one pink with shades of purple. They were pretty colors, but together they were like a neon blob of chirping and made his eyes hurt sometimes.
After a few weeks, as the foals grew up a little, just about ready to be weened, Axe noticed the atypical hierarchy forming. The poopie baby bore the brunt of Gladys’s aggressions. This was easily corrected with a few swats from the sorry stick, which was just a plastic shoe horn. But a few smacks on her crotch tits and Gladis fed the poopie baby like the others. The sorry box with the sound of snarling animals assisted, as well.
The smarty, living in the garage, still demanded his special friend, still made demands for Axe to let him out, failed miserably to give him sorry poopies. There was one time the little shit had held his poopies in and was able to fire off one round of sorry poopies at Axe. He dodged the smarty’s stream of fecal juice. A 10 minute beating with the sorry stick and a couple open hand swats to the face cured that notion real quick. Axe still hadn’t spoken a word to the smarty. Which seemed to make the smarty more cautious every day of what Axe was really like.
One Saturday Axe woke up and while sipping his morning coffee, he was making a breakfast for the foals. They had started to wean from their mother and he wanted to start them on something soft and sweet. He had peeled and slice a couple apples, used a can of mandarin oranges so the juice would soak in, added bananas and some berries. He went to the safe room so he could have the little guys, and mom, come to the kitchen to have a family breakfast.
He heard Gladis as he neared the doorway. “Poopie babbeh nu desewbe mummah miwkies nu mowe. Onwy wet poopie babbeh dwink cuz daddeh put Gwadis in dhe soww boxies fow nu feed poopiest babbeh ebah,” Gladis growled at her brown baby. Axe stood in the doorway. Gladis was facing away from him and didn’t notice him.
“Well, Gladis. I was going to have you join us for family breakfast, but it seems it’s going to be just the kids and I,” Axe said flatly.
“Wah? Nu daddeh. Fwuffy wuz jus bein funneh widh poopie… widh bwown babbeh. Mummah wub all hew babbehs dhe same,” Gladis said in her sweetest voice, which sounded like a piano that seemed out of tune but you weren’t sure if it was the piano or the pianist. Axe was not having it.
“Excuse me kiddos, but momma and I need to talk in the other room,” Axe said as he gently picked up Gladis. She didn’t put up too much of a fight as he hadn’t said anything about the sorry box or the sorry stick.
“Otay, daddeh,” the younglings said almost in unison. They didn’t hear Gladis make any scaredy noises, so they went back to playing balls and blocks. The brown baby just sat in the corner, sniffling from the mean words his mother said to him.
Axe carried Gladis into the kitchen area. He made sure to shut the safe room door behind him so the babies didn’t hear him scold their mother. Axe sat Gladis on one of his wood chairs.
“What did I say, Gladis,” he asked.
“Huh? Abou whut, daddeh,” she replied making her biggest coy eyes at him.
“What did I say about your babies? What was the rule,” Axe asked a little more sternly.
“Gwadis must wub aww babbehs dhe same. Aww babbehs gud babbehs and desewbe huggies and miwkies,” she said confidently, smiling up at Axe.
“I heard what you said to your brown baby. That didn’t sound like you were obeying daddies rules now did it,” Axe said raising his eye brows.
“Fwuffy du wha daddeh say. Bwown babbeh gets miwkies,” Gladis offered in her defense.
“What about huggies and love, Gladis? Hmmm,” Axe met Gladis eye to eye.
She turned her head away, muttering, “Nu wub ow huggies fow poopie babbeh.”
Axe didn’t say anything. He promptly grabbed Gladis by the scruff, “Bad upsies,” she protested, and dropped her in the sorry box.
The sorry box was his own invention. A modification of a used he bought. It was a tight fit for any fluffy, but Gladis was getting kind of fat so it made it more uncomfortable. The sorry box was sound proofed. No sound would get out. For added torture, the wall Gladis faced was a one way mirror. She could see out and do nothing as she would watch Axe play with her foals, or when they ate, other times Axe would put her in the bathroom with the light off and feed snarling predator sounds for hours. She was always tearful and regretful of her actions, but Axe knew deep down, she didn’t. She would toe the line to make sure her and her bestest baby were taken care of. That was about it.
After stuffing Gladis in her confinement, Axe went to get the young fluffies for their first breakfast with dad. He walked back to the safe room and opened the door. The smell hit him right away.
Axe looked to his right as the bestest shot sorry poopies all over the brown baby.
“Take dhat poopie bwudda! You make mummah gu way fow bein stupi poopie bwudda,” screeched the fatter purple filly. The other two, the pink filly and green colt both joined in. They taunted the poor brown baby, who cried as he was about to be barraged with more poopies from his siblings. It was the blue colt that spoke up.
“Weabe bwudda awone! He nu poopie babbeh. Jus bwown babbeh! Stahp sowwy ppopies nao or daddeh gun be angwy, he yelled at his 3 siblings.
Kudos to you, kiddo, you get to live, Axe thought. Without hesitation, the sorry stick came off the wall where Axe kept it hanging and swatted the purple, pink and green fluffies. Once each. They all cried loudly.
“Wowstest huwties, daddeh!”
Sowwy daddeh! Sowwy!”
Screeeeee! Poopie pwace huwties!”
Axe didn’t mean to catch the last one on its ass, but if it gets the point across.
“Listen up! Since you were mean to your brother, you will get watered down kibble in the safe room. Your blue and brown brothers are having breakfast with daddy in the kitchen,” Axe scolded.
“Nu faiw… wan eat widh daddeh in kitchen. Bestest desewbe bwek-fis widh daddeh,” the purple one exclaimed.
“Do you really think I’m going to let you have the special breakfast I made after you just shit all over your brother? You’re lucky your getting kibble. I should feed you the scraps from my garbage like ferals eat,” Axe said flatly.
“Nuuuuuu… nu wan gawbag wike fewals. No daddeh,” the pink filly pleaded. Axe had made sure they knew about ferals, in hindsight he should have done this with Gladis a long time ago. They were easily redirected when they misbehaved by Axe telling them he would have to put them out on the street and they would have to be ferals. Digging through garbage for food, always dirty, smelly, and misbehaving.
That seemed to put the fear of god in them. They all started crying and wailing, begging Axe not to send them out to be ferals.
Axe shooed the other away from the brown one, except for his blue brother. For being a little literal clone of his dad, he seemed to be the best behaved out of the other 4. In the bathroom, the brown and blue boys got a bath. They were used to baths with dad, so they didn’t have that aversion to water like most fluffies have. After cleaning them both, the brown more so than the blue one, he carried them to the kitchen. With just the two of them, it was easier to create a fall-safe area for them on his island counter.
He placed the bowls in front of them. The fruit, mixed with some protein powder, wafted toward the nostrils of the young fluffies.
“Wha dis,” the blue colt asked as he sniffed the contents, then took a bite, “Daddeh! Is bestest nummies! Bwudda, eat up. Is gud!”
The brown colt nibbled a corner of a sliced banana. His eyes lit up, despite having just had to have his other siblings shit scrubbed out of his fluff. The look on his face as he started eating the fruit breakfast made Axe smile. A genuine smile. It made his mood from this morning better and laughed as both colts got fruit all over their faces. He wiped them off and talked with them as they enjoyed their first real food. Axe enjoyed the 2 brothers telling each other how each fruit tasted. They were both happy.
“Hey you, guys. I’m going to feed your siblings right now, but when I get back, after your done eating, I have a surprise for you,” Axe said, smiling at the 2 good fluffies.
“Suwpwise,” the brown colt stuttered out. Axe never really heard him speak to much, but was glad that he felt comfortable to with him and his brother.
“Wha dhe suwpwise, daddeh,” the blue colt asked.
“Well, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it,” Axe said, ruffling the manes of both the colts, “I’ll be right back and then I’m going to let you guys have your surprise, ok?”
“Otay, daddeh. Dhank yu fow good nummies. Dhey wuz dhe bestest ebah,” exclaimed the brown colt.
“Yush, daddeh. Dhank yu. Suuu good. Wub dhese nummies. Even beddah dhan miwkies,” the blue colt exclaimed.
Axe chuckled as he made the watered down kibble for the other little assholes in the safe room. Axe made sure they were safe so he could step away for a couple seconds to feed the others. Yes, today was definitely the day. The little buggers were getting names. As he took a couple steps,, he made sure to look directly at the mirrored front of the sorry box Gladis was in. She watched the whole thing, with sound pumped in so she could hear her brown and blue colts have a good morning with him, eating their first nummies.
Axe’s morning started out shitty, literally, but was now shaping up to be decent. He thought about Gladis. Her recent bitch mare antics have changed his love for her. He simply cares now; albeit barely. The next few weeks, even the next few days, will determine the fate of his little fluffy family. So far, 2 members showed their promise. It was time for the others to show if they’re redeemable.