This is a continuation of Enough is enough by(that1hugboxer)
You are Duncan. Today you are finally able to have a range day with your father and brother after having to reschedule several times. Today you bring a rifle you’ve been working on for months. A custom Armalite 15 chambered in 7.92x57mm aka 8mm Mauser. Your reasoning for 8mm over the more popular and widely available 5.56 is simply because you have an ungodly amount of surplus 8mm. You originally intended to purchase five cans of ammunition… they charged you for and sent to you 5 pallets of ammo cans . You cannot return ammunition even if it is an error such as this “no refunds, no returns, no exceptions.” So up until the time you got Maya , you had been living off ramen noodles and homemade kvass. You have more of the stuff than you could shoot in a lifetime.
Up until relatively recently you had just barely been scraping by. But hey there’s a lot of people who can’t even do that.
Now that you are on the other side
Things aren’t so bad.
The rifle itself is an unholy abomination of Egyptian Hakim style custom upper grafted to a custom AR15 lower.
You open the door and it starts pouring down rain.
You call your dad and brother.
“Maybe next time.”
You put your things back in the safe and let the outdoor Fluffies in .
“Nu! Pwease Nu huwt babbeh!”
You rush into the living room and find Beau shielding Zofie from the sorry hooves of the milk mare Muffy .
Atlas rushes in behind you.
“Sowwy daddeh, had make gud poopies!”
You grab muffy and hold her under your arm like a sack of potatoes.
“It’s not your fault for having to use the litter box.”
You look down at Muffy.
“You! You have officially worn out your welcome!”
Muffy sniffles as she looks up at you with big sad eyes.
“Muffy am sowwy! Muffy be gud mummah now! Nu huwt muffy!!!”
You get the milk pump out of the closet and hook it up to Muffy.
Muffy wails as the milk is forcibly extracted from her body with zero regard for her comfort.
You set up a feeder for Zofie and turn your attention back to Muffy.
“Pwease daddeh nu take muffy weggies!”
You chuckle.
“Take your legs? I’m sending you to live with mummah.”
Muffy’s eyes widened.
Mummah wasn’t as nice as Daddeh .
“Buh…Buh…”
Muffy racks her tiny brain trying to find an excuse for you to let her stay .
“Buh babbeh nee mummah miwkies!”
“Zofie. Her name is Zofie. She also needs a mummah who will love and cherish her , teach her how to be a good fluffy.”
About an hour later the doorbell rings.
You invite Lorna inside.
“Sorry for the trouble .”
Lorna smiles.
“Oh it’s no trouble at all. I brought you a replacement milk mare her name is Akna .”
Switch perspective: you are Muffy . You have been taken away from daddeh by mummah.
Mummah takes you back to her farm in a loud metal monster.
“Muffy miss daddah ! Muffy wan’ go home!”
Mummah shakes her head.
“Tough shit Muffy . Duncan gave you chance after chance and you refused to be a good fluffy. Daddeh can’t risk you killing Zofie.”
“Muffy nu cawe bout ugwy munstah babbeh! Muffy wan’ pwetty babbehs ! Muffy gib ugwy munstah babbeh fowevah swee…”
Your sentence is cut short by mummah clamping your mouth shut with her hand.
“Duncan wasn’t hard enough on you. You want babies? Well I know a stallion who loves making babies more than eating sketties.”
Your ears perk up.
“Am stawwion big an’ stwong an’ tough?!”
Mummah chuckles.
“ oh he’s all those things and much more.”
You arrive at the farm.
Mummah takes you to the stables. On the way you pass many pretty stallions.
Mummah stops at the last stall.
“Birsha I have a new special friend for you.”
You watch in horror as a very large, very battle scarred Rhodesian camouflage colored stallion approaches the stall door.
He smells like a munstah just like the babbeh you were made to take care of, only he seems to have had his wings and horn torn off in a fight.
“Mummah! Muffy nu wike ugwy, scawy, poopie, munstah Stawwion!!!”
Mummah smiles .
“Birsha is the biggest,strongest, toughest fluffy on the entire farm.”
Mummah lifts you up kicking and screaming , dropping you over the stall door into the pen.
“I’ll be back in about 15 minutes”
Switch perspectives: you are Birsha.
You approach your new special friend. You try to say hello but she kicks you in the head. You have flashbacks to when you were a foal.
“Mummah pwease wet babbeh hab miwkies, am su hungwy!”
Mummah looks at you with disgust and smacks you away with her hoof.
You had broken your own horn off in an attempt to fool your mother into thinking you weren’t a monster.
“Mummah nu gib miwkies to munstah babbeh!”
All that pain of ramming your own horn against a rock to break it, had done nothing.
You look over at your morbidly obese sister gorging herself on milk while you slowly die of hunger.
You realized that being good wasn’t enough. If you wanted to live. You had to take milk by force!
You tackle your sister to the ground .You begin gorging yourself on milk. You feel the searing pain of your own sister tearing your wings off with her teeth. Your sister tumbles backwards to the ground.
give her sorry hoof after sorry hoof until she stopped moving.
You pass out from hunger and exhaustion .
You snap back to the present.
Your special friend is nowhere to be found.
But you do see mummah Lorna standing above you.
She assures you that you did a good job. You are happy with that. But you do still wonder what happened to your special friend.
“Oh muffy? She’s … around.”
