THIS IS PART 7.5. LINK TO PART 6 BELOW.
👇“NUUUU! NU TAEK BABBEHS! DEY NEE MIWK AN HUGGIES AN WUV!”
Rose’s shrill screeches didn’t stop, even as the lime stallion flicked his ears apologetically.
She watched, through teary eyes, as he trotted happily over to his mate.
”Gwass hab moaw babbehs!”
”Wub babbehs! Buh nu wan dat poopie wun.”
The stallion nodded, and kicked the ostracized foal away.
It didn’t stir again.
Rose stifled her sobs, knowing she should feel grateful: she knew it would be rare to not have some stallion kill her foals on the spot: thanks to Zebra’s new law.
She should be grateful that at least 2 of her foals would grow loved and cherished.
Even if they would be taught to hate her.
And rightfully so. Who wouldn’t hate a bratty, stupid arrogant mare like her? A mare who let all her children die. A mare that came from a bad bloodline. A mare who caused so many fluffies so much pain…
Rose’s soft sobbing was interrupted as a hoof patted her back, and a warm, familiar voice calmed her trembling body.
“Dun cry Wose, ou gud fwuffie. Wun day Zebwa wiww weawise dat an out won be an enfie paw nu moaw…”
Muscari tried his best to comfort his sister.
In the past weeks, Muscari was promoted to toughie, and it seemed everyone had simply forgotten or forgiven him for his actions in the past.
It wasn’t unwarranted.
Muscari had worked tirelessly after he was enlightened about how the way he was acting and living harmed the herd. He was always one of the first to wake and last to sleep. He had never failed to bring food back for the herd and had never fallen asleep during guard duty. He commended his herd mates on good behaviour and reported those who did wrong, gladly punishing them when it was called for. He seemed to be the most articulate in herd meetings, always coming up with respectable punishments, which Zebra was exceedingly grateful for, as most fluffies could only think of bad hoofsies or forever sleepies: no in-between.
Even in the midst of all this praise he was getting, it only served to cause Muscari more confusion.
Rose was definitely sorry for everything she did, any fluffy could see that. She was the opposite of the filly she once was: a quiet, empathetic and demure young mare. She had completely ceased her complaining, and if she was to work she did so with diligence and grace that was honestly unbefitting of a fluffy of her status. In fact, in the recent weeks, Muscari hadn’t heard a snide comment or caught a dirty look coming from her…
So why was she still being punished?
The simple truth; Zebra had simply forgotten about her.
An insignificant mare, who, last he heard, berated one of his most hard working herdmates so badly he took to killing his own children in retaliation.
He was way too preoccupied with commandeering an entire herd in preparation for the winter; after all, there was only a few more days of Autumn.
What’s more, he had to split his time between the herd and a beige coloured pegasus with a crimson mane called Sandy, who he had taken as his mate.
She was expecting foals any day now.
He simply didn’t have time to worry about Rose’s predicament.
And any time her brother was to bring it up, he was shot down—Zebra always had something for him to do
Still, he decided to bring it up once again.
As he left, he turned to see another stallion, already greedily enfing away at his sister.
He grimaced, repulsed by the notion of a stallion mounting a mare who just lost their children.
Yes. He would have to bring the issue up again.
Any more of this and he’d end up back in the dummeh ring, with stallion blood on his hooves.