Everything that happened to the bad herd has been undone (as in i decided that it never happened) except for the pillowing and being turned into litter and enfie pals. Too many plot holes while Writing this part.
Jackson had decided to put the enfie pals and litter pals outside so any strays that came by could have fun. “DUMMEH HOOMIN GIB SMAWTY WEGGIES BAK OR GIT FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!” Said the smarty while staring intently at Jackson. "No. How about I bring my fluffies out so you can give them “forever sleepies?”. The smarty sat in silence and thought to himself until he finally said “bwing dummehs so smawty can gib fowebah sweepies”. Jackson smiled when the smartie said that. Jackson brought Peggy, Brownie, Fudge, Garnet, Grape and all of the remaining foals out to confront the smarty. Jackson sat them down and went back inside to relax for a bit before seeing the aftermath.
20 minutes later
Jackson returned expecting to see the smartie and the rest of his herd bleeding and covered in shit but instead he found something…different. The smartie and his herd weren’t even touched and they weren’t even crying. Instead Jackson’s herd was crying together in a fluff pile. Jackson brought his herd in and they explained. “MEANIES SAY FWUFFIES AM WOWFWESS AND DESEWBE TO GIF SEWF FOWEBAH SWEEPIES CUZ AM POOPIE DUMMEHS.
SAY DAT BABBEHS ARE DUMMEH ENFIE BABBEHS DAT NU GIB GUD FEEWS AND EAT POOPIES! HUUHUUU!”. Jackson was stunned…those shitrats nearly mentally broke HIS herd. Jackson was going to go deal with THEM but than he realized something. Why would they call the foals “dummeh enfie babbehs dat nu gib gud feews”?
Horror started to set in as Jackson asked his herd what THEY did to the two dead foals before killing them. They sat there with their heads hanging low while they whimpered before Fudge said “Munstahs use babbehs fow gud feews and gib babbehs fowebah sweepies wen babbehs nu gib gud feews”. Jackson felt his blood boil as he brought THEM in and put them in a closet before he went to fluff mart. Jackson bought a number of things which included fluffy viagra, foal be gone treats (because jackson noticed one of the Mares in the Smartie’s herd was pregnant), and a litter of foals that looked like the smarty and the mares in the smartie’s herd. Turns out they were their foals.
(I had an explanation typed and some more stuff after that but I accidentally clicked out of the post and I lost all of that so I’m not typing that shit out again but it will be separate like part 7.5)
Jackson got home and brought his herd and the smartie’s herd down to the basement so he could begin but first he need to go grab some stuff.
10 minutes later
Jackson came back with a knife, a taser (it will be revealed how he got this later on in the series), a lighter, hairspray, zipties and the foals he purchased. Jackson ziptied the smartie’s snout shut and did the same to the rest of his herd. Jackson turned to look at his own herd. “So guess what? I found this smartie’s babies and even better their mummahs are these mares. So should I let them have fun with their babies or should I let them watch their babies go forever sleepies?” Asked Jackson with a twisted grin. “Forever sleepies.” Shouted Peggy. Jackson let the foals see their parent and started his plan.
Jackson put the first foal in front of the smarty and the mares and cut it in half while it cried and screamed. The smarty and the mares closed their eyes and cried. Jackson let them close their eyes because he would make them see the aftermath anyway. He ripped the second foal’s jaw off, tased the third to death, crushed the fourth, set the fifth one on fire and sprayed hairspray down the seventh one’s throat until it stopped moving. Finally Jackson cut the ziptie off of the smarty and shoved the eighth and final foal down his throat. Jackson gave Fudge viagra and let him fuck the smarty while Jackson gave the pregnant mare foal be gone treats. Jackson cleaned everything up a hour later and noticed that his herd was feeling a lot better now that justice had been served.
Jackson remembered the Brown fluffy that was outside when the smarty and his herd first appeared and noticed that it was missing. “It probably got scared off by all the noise” Jackson said as he let his herd into the backyard. He liked to call it “The Fortess” because of how well guarded it is but after the smartie’s visit Jackson began to realize that it wasn’t enough. He would have to send his herd somewhere so they could be trained to be stronger, faster, smarter and more durable. He wanted them to be soldiers…unbeatable…the herd of all herds. Jackson even considered having every pegasus and Alicorn get bigger and more useful wings through surgery. Jackson just needed to find the place to send them.