The House: Part 4 [by SilverOwl]
A Day at the Park
Its bright and early on Saturday morning. Savannah gets up and stretches, excited to start the day. She showers, and changes into her petite cartoon demon shirt, black lace skirt, black and purple leggings, and her black and purple platform clogs. She opens an Amazon box she received with the foal’s leashes and harnesses. She got a special green one for Croc, a purple one for Azazel, and a black one for Stitches. She doesn’t feed her babies, because she wants them to arrive at the park on an empty stomach. They start to whine to her for food.
Croc: Babbeh hab worstest tummeh hurties mummah!
Azazel: Babbeh so thwisty fo boo boo juice
Stitches: Images of milk and murder. Mostly milk with a imagines of murder mixed in
Savannah arrives at the local fluffy park with all three foals walking on a leash next to her. Today she was going to spoil her babies, and have some fun watching them reek havoc at the fluffy park. She lets them off their leashes, “Ok you three babies have fun, and come back to momma when you’re done. I’ll be right here.” The three understand, and gallop off towards the park, with Azazel taking flight, flapping his leathery wings. Croc runs towards the pond, and gets into the cool water. Stitches trots towards a mother and her foals. With all three of them splitting up to different areas of the fluffy park, Savannah isn’t sure where to look with her binoculars, as she sits on a bench.
She can see Stitches is getting close to a mother and her foals, as is Azazel with another mother and foals. Looking off in the pond she sees Croc making a direct line to some foals dancing near the water’s edge. This is going to be good, she thought. The other fluffy owners, seemed oblivious to the dangerous fluffies zeroing in on theirs.
The silhouette of a flying bat-pegasus, can be seen in the distance, as a fluffy mother sits with her foals singing to them.
Mummah wuvs babbeh
Babbehs wuv mummah
Dwink wots of milkies
Two of her foals suckle on her crotch tits as she sings to them, with another that looks like the mother sleeping, having drank his fill. That foal seemed fatter than the other two, and was no doubt, “bestest babbeh”. Azazel saw all of the fluffies in infrared and the fat little foal showed up glowing red to his vision. He lit down inches from the sleeping ‘bestest babbeh’, and sinks his little fangs into the foal. The foal immediately wakes up, “SCREEEEE MUMMAH SABE BABBEH!!!” The mother panics and waddles towards the screaming foal as it gurgles blood out of its mouth, as Azazel drinks. Very quickly, Azazel leaves the now lifeless foal, and lits down next to another, catching it by surprise with a quick bite to the side of the throat, “CRRRAAA BBBABBEHH…MUMMAHH SSSSAB…hhhhhh” as the foals blood pressure suddenly drops making it pass-out, as Azazel drinks his fill. The slow mother starts to waddle towards his position, as he quickly almost teleports to the next foal draining it dry from the back of its neck. The foal cannot speak as Azazel’s fangs piece the foal’s larynx. Azazel takes flight again, and flies towards Savannah’s position, seeing her as bright blue. He lits down next to her on the bench, and enjoys being petted by her, as some blood drips from his chin.
Croc sees a few foals playing by the water. They are all unaware of Croc, who now dwarfs their size by three times. She swims towards the little heat signatures, as she starts to drool with hunger.
Wook am dancie babbeh!
Babbeh am bestest dancie babbeh der eba waz
Babbeh am dancie and splashing wawa!
The foal starts to kick its feet in the water splashing the other two playfully. The foals giggle, “Ou got babbeh wet wif wawa!” The foals giggle and splash each other, as a large head full of sharp teeth raise out of the water, and grab a foal by the leg, “WORSTEST HURTIES WEGGIE HURTIES!! HEWLP BABBEH!!” as the foal is dragged into the water, and under. A few bubbles rise to the surface, and Croc is nowhere to be seen. The other two foals start to cry looking into the pond seeing their own reflections and no sign of their brother. A large scaly tail slaps the two foals into the water, as Croc circles around and grabs one of the foals treading water, and drags it under. She crunches the foal down underwater, and swims back up for the third one, leaping out of the water, with the foal tossed into the air, Croc catches the foal in midair and crunches it down, before splashing back into the water. Savannah watches the water massacre with her binoculars amused, at the fluffy owner looking for his foals by the water. Croc swaggers back on the shore to eat the mother which Azazel left alive. She was crying trying to hug her foals which had been drained of life. Her foals which had been drained of blood lay there with their eyes open, dead, as the mother tried “huggies to wake babbehs up”.
Babbehs nu gu foreba sweepies! Mummah hug babbehs!
She kept hugging their lifeless bodies, not noticing Croc waddling up to her position. Croc opens her mouth, as her two venom fangs point out, and she sinks them into the thigh of the fluffy mother. She “SCREEEEESSSSS” at the bite and tries to get away only twitching in place and the neuro-venom begins to shut down her nervous system. Croc lets go when the fluffy stops releasing “forever sleepy poopies” and stops twitching. She positions herself at the end of the large fluffy mother, and begins biting chunks off of her with her razor sharp teeth. Savannah laughs at the 7 dead fluffies so far.
Savannah sets her gaze on the mother fluffy and foals which Stitches is sitting with. The mother initially was singing to her foals, but when Stitches approached she stopped. She went quiet and started to twitch as her eyes rapidly blinked. She went catatonic for a few minutes, as her foals all chattered around her, drinking milk, oblivious to Stitches. Suddenly the mother seems to snap back to reality, and gets an angry look on her face. She looks at her nursing foals and sees various “buggy munstahs” and begins to stomp them, into what she sees as green bug guts. She thoroughly stomps her foals into paste before sitting back down and humming. Stitches has projected so many confusing images into the mother fluffies mind, that she has stomped all of her own foals thinking they were giant roaches. She now sings directly to Stitches, as he drinks he milk. Savannah smiled seeing Stitches drink his fill, among the bodies of the smashed foals. The fluffy owner realizes what happened, as she rushes over to her fluffy, “Bubblegum!! What have you done!!!”. Stitches stops drinking for a moment and the mare and fluffy owner both seem locked in a trance. The mare gets up and sprays her owner with “sowwy poopies” while maintaining an expressionless look. The owner now covered in fluffy shit, starts to rub it into her skin thinking its sunblock. Savannah laughed at Stitches and his shenanigans, as she turns to see Croc basking in the sun, and Azazel perched in a tree in the shade. With the stomped foals, Savannah clocks the fluffy death count to ten, and after a few more hours relaxing, calls it a day.
Smiling at her babies, “did you three have fun today? Momma loves you all”. The fluffies all chatter happily.
Azazel: Asaysal wuv to dwinkie chirpie babbehs, dey is gud babbehs to dwink
Croc: BELCH
Stitches: Broadcasts a series of happy feelings to Savannah
The three of them slept comfortably at the foot of Savannah’s bed as she petted them all to sleep.