Another chunk of unedited footage from the facility.
Without waiting for instructions, Rook fell back into heel position, following her into the Kennel, Glory attempting a clumsy mimicry at her other side. Three of the mares in the larger cages were sobbing frantically, whatever their complaints dissolved into utter incoherence. All of them were alone in their cages, and Shadow hissed a number of curses before her eyes fell on the runs on the other side of the room. One of which now held a vast number of varying sized foals as well as an extremely frazzled looking Pepper. âMummah Shadoâ! Peppaw wub aww babbehs, but su many, many babbehs! Nu knuw if Peppaw can be guud mummah to su many babbehs!â
âNineteen fluffy foals and ten demonfluff foals, all accounted for.â Shadow muttered, counting heads carefully. âItâs okay, Pepper. Iâll make sure you, Sunshine and Myra get help with the babies. Think you can manage a little longer? The babies arenât too hungry, are they?â With a flick of her hand, she motioned Rook back out of sight with his burden, setting Mint down. âRook, Glory? Take Mint here to the kitchen and wait for me like I asked.â
Pepper sniffled a little, carefully stepping between piles of sleeping foals to get to the kennel door. âPeppaw tink su? Aww Peppaw babbehs hab miwkies an am sweepinâ. Aww Mywa babbehs hab miwkies anâ am sweepinâ. Aww Sunshinâ babbehs hab miwkies an am sweepin.â she slowly stated, taking careful stock of her surroundings with all the focus a fluffy could manage. âAn aww nyu babbehs awe sweepinâ an nu seem hungwy, hab fuww bewwiesâŚAww babbehs awe otay foâ now, Mummah Shadoâ. Peppah jus nu knuw how su many babbehs!â
âItâll be fine, Pepper. Youâre a good fluffy, and a very good mummah.â She reached fingers through the wire, letting Pepper rub her head into them. âIâll be back, okay? Keep this under control and I might bring you a treat.â The brick red fluffy nodded solemnly at that, carefully picking her way back with fond nuzzles at each foal she passed.
âIâm sure you realize I have a number of questions.â Shadow remarked, standing in the middle of the hall and staring down the only human in sight. âLetâs start with⌠Kal, why is every foal in the kennel now in the run with Pepper and the surrogates?â
âShadow, you said you wanted her in charge of all the foals.â he explained blandly. âI brought you a few doses of lactation booster if she doesnât have enough milk, to tide you over until you find a good candidate for milkbagging. Asherâs bringing you the next load in a few days, right? Has to be at least one mare you could rinse off and use in there, and the rest can get back to breeding.â
âTheyâre like rabbits. They donât need to not be nursing to get pregnant again, Kal. And I know I said I might consider that, I justâŚâ she drummed her fingers on the wall, not looking at him.
âAll the foals together is more efficient, and you said yourself that if that nurse mare has enough on her plate you think pulling foals for sale would be easier.â Kal shrugged, cracking his neck as he took a far too casual glance at the rooms she was looking at, trying to hide a wince at the damp patches still left.
âRight. Thatâs the best excuse you can give me? The brood mares were having bitch fits over more than just having their foals pulled, which I know because all of them were also filthy and bleeding,â she pointed out, and he winced again. âI had a schedule, Kal. I was staggering the new litters to keep stock in without overrunning everything else I have to do.â
âYeah, well, this was a⌠Uncle Joe got a special surrender. Perfect Shining Armor, former stud who picked up too much of an attitude problem. It was a short window of opportunity before he had to be put down.â The large man studied his fingers carefully, not meeting the furious gaze of the much shorter woman.
âOkay, I can see that being useful- I still would have wanted to be informed. Given the amount of damage he did, artificial insemination would have been much better for everyone involved, Kal. And I could have done that without fucking over my schedule for the next month!â she snapped, her tone nearly as frazzled as Pepper had looked. âLook, Iâm gonna go get the boys fed in the kitchen, and then⌠Ugh. Itâs bad enough Dave decided to pass on a request for something to prove the boys arenât going to have the same issues with non- smarties Foxfire is, I didnât need to spend the afternoon calming the kennel and Pepper as well! You guys havenât messed with anything else right? Because I do not have time to check every single one of the Kennel stock before I need to start editing this weeks footage.â He shook his head frantically and she stepped past him with a last aggravated gesture, a number of curses still just under her breath. Kal winced even more as soon as she was around the corner.
âAww, fuck. Randy might have been right,â he muttered under his breath. âThink Iâll let George explain the rest of that later.â With the air of someone who had suddenly remembered a vital errand elsewhere, he headed out of the building.
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Mint cheerfully trotted along behind the pair of alicorns. âNice munsta fwuffies awe da wuckiest fwuffies! Hab nicest hoomin mummah eba. Gib bestest scwitchies, anâ bewwy wubs, anâ gib aww da nummies an bestest safepwace tu aww ob hewd! Eben gabe upsie huggie pets. Mint su gwad tu be in housie wit nyu mummah anâ nyu fwuffy fwiends, âcause eben if fwuffies munsta, awe nicest anâ bestest munsta fwuffies Mint eba met in Mint whowe wife.â Glory and Rook exchanged a look, both of their ears flattening as they kept their gazes firmly forward. âMint suwe Mint gunna wub nyu housie, anâ nyu mummah, anâ nyu munsta fwuffy fwiends. Wub aww ob âou! Wewe Mint anâ nyu fwiends goinâ?â
âNeba minâ, Wook. Dis am wowse den Mawnie. Much, muches wowse,â Glory muttered pulling his wings unhappily tight against his back before he acknowledged the question at all. âFwuffies goinâ tu kitchen woom.â
âOh! Kitchen woom means nummies woom! Fwuffies gun hab nummies wen nyu mummah comes? Wub nummies, anâ housie nummies awe bestest nummies. MaybâŚ. Maybâ fwuffies awe weawwy weawwy wucky anâ nyu mummah wiww gib aww fwuffies skettie foâ am aww nicest guud fwuffies! Nuâ neeâ be sketties, buâ maybâ skettis? Neba know!â he continued, near bouncing along just behind them as both demonfluffs looked anywhere but at him. âWhy bwacky gwey nu-meanie guud munsta fwuffy hab Astaw bestest babbeh? Astaw be saddies nu hab babbeh, wub babbehs, anâ wub bestest babbeh mostest. Why babbeh nu with Astaw?â
âMummah Shadoâ teww Wook cawwy babbeh, Wook cawwy babbeh. Gwowy nu know mowe dan dat. Mint shouâ ask Mummah Shadoââ Glory carefully explained in an admirable attempt at an even tone. Enough that Mint didnât miss a step as he kept following them.
âOtay! Mint wiww ask nyu Mummah!â With every repetition of that last phrase, Rookâs posture stiffened further, wings flat, ears pinned all the way back, each slow deliberate footstep ringing against the tiled floor. Glory edged farther to the side with each step, clearly reading his brotherâs mood, beginning to glance back hopefully into the hallway behind them. âNyu Mummah su nice, bestest nyu Mummah, Mint wub nice Mummah anâ nummies anâ housies anââŚooooh! Nyu fwiends hab toysies? Nyu, bestest Mummah gib toysies tu?â
âMummah Shadoâ gib fwuffies toysies.â Glory slowed his pace, letting the prancing green unicorn pass him as the hall opened into the kitchen. âMummah Shadoâ gibs fwuffies bestest nummies anâ toysies.â
âYay! Mint knuw nyu mummah am nicest, bestestâŚâ he slowed a little, as if finally noticing the look Rook had trained on him. âNyu fwuffy munsta fwiend nu hab happies? Mint teww bestest nyu Mummah, anâ-â
Rook strode past him, rearing up and pawing the towel from the handle of the oven before delicately depositing the softly cheeping foal on it. âWookâs Mummah!â he firmly countered, wings flaring as he stalked toward the suddenly baffled unicorn. âMummah wook afta Gwowy anâ Foâfia anâ aww ob Pack, buâ am Wookâs mummah. Nu Auwowaâs mummah, nu Mintâs mummah, nu Mawnieâs mummah. Mummah am Wookâs!â by the last few words he was outright snarling, and Mint near fell backwards, trembling as he bumped into Gloryâs forelegs.
âAm otay. Wookâs mummah am jusâ Mummah Shadoâ to west ob Pack. Mint wite, Mummah Shadoâ am stiww bestest mummah. Gib Pack bestest nummies anâ toysies.â Gloryâs tone was almost soothing, if the thick layer of amusement was ignored.
âOâŚOtayâŚâ Mint said, his tone uncertain for the first time since he entered the building. There was a soft cough from the hall, and his little face lit up again. âNyu Mum- uh, nyu Mummah Shadoâ! Mint wub âou! Wub housie anâ âŚanâ munsta fwuffies. Am hab nummies now? Am hab sketties maybâ?â
âWell, if youâre really hungry, thereâs a little food in the bowl,â Shadow told him in an almost sickly sweet voice. Rook almost joyfully curved around her legs, lifting his head into her outstretched fingers before returning to sit next to the foal, tilting his head in silent question until she nodded again. The little blue filly had started chirping plaintively again, and Rook sprawled next to it, nuzzling into the instinctive hugs to calm it without taking his attention off the rest of the room.
Mint enthusiastically ran at the indicated bowls, falling back on his rump in shock the moment he reached them and saw the contents. âDat fwuffy? Dat am fwuffy weg! Why⌠Nyu mummah, why fwuffy weg in nummie bowl!â he shook his head, backing away frantically. âFwuffy nu nummies!â
âNu. Fwuffy am nummies.â Glory grinned at the smaller green unicorn, who cowered back, trying to get around him to Shadow. âFwuffy am bestest nummies an toysies. Bettaw eben den bwockies!â The moment Shadow nodded, he grabbed at Mintâs tail as the fluffy bolted around him, catching just enough of it to yank out several chunks of soft yellow hair as the unicorn fled to the presumed safety of the human.
Shadow was finishing up baby-gating off the kitchen when Mint , managed to frantically hide himself behind her legs. âNyu Mummah! Munsta fwuffies nu am nice! Meanie munsta fwuffies twy to num Mint! Nyu Mummah sab fwuffy!â
âWhy would I do that, Mint?â Shadow asked, her voice still bitterly sweet as she stepped away from him, dropping back into one of the kitchen chairs. âIf you donât like the nummies I provided for my fluffies, why shouldnât you be the nummies instead? You can go ahead, Rook. Good boy.â
Rook stretched luxuriously, extending his wings to the fullest. When he was satisfied, he reached down, the foal dangling by her scruff from his teeth again, her chirps far more confused than the panic of earlier. âWat⌠Wat bwacky-gwey munsta fwuffy stiww hab Astaw bestest babbeh foâ?â Mint asked, his now tattered tail tucked flat underneath him as he backed up as far as the plastic barrier would let him. âNuâŚNu huwt babbeh, babbeh neeâ gu back tu mummah Astaw⌠babbehs awe foâ huggies anâ wubâŚ.Fwuffies awe foâ huggies anâ wub,â he continued protesting, caught somewhere between fear and utter confusion.
Rook snorted, tossing his head to throw the tiny filly into the air. Mint had just enough time to squeal a âNuâŚbabbeh tu wittw foââ just as shrilly as the foal shrieked at the sudden motion. And then the demon fluff was lunging upwards, fangs flashing as he caught the baby, its screams rising until he bit down with a single flicked shake. The foal hung suddenly, brokenly limp, and Rook strolled over to Glory, offering the half not between his teeth. Glory snagged the offering with a grin, yanking back so each of them were left with a single mouthful they swallowed down easily.
Huddled back against the gate, Mint tearfully peered around his soft hooves at the pair of demonfluffs suddenly refocused on him. âPwease? Nu huwt fwuffy, fwuffy nu am nummies! Pwease, nyu Mummah, pwease sab Mint⌠Mint nu ask fo anytinâ eba again, nu neeâ sketties ow toysies ow anytinâ, just wan nu be nummies, pwease!â
âThis is a great deal more entertaining than it should be,â Shadow murmured, drumming her fingers on the table for a moment. âYouâve been nothing but sweet and good since I met you, I should feel inclined to spare you. To protect you.â She paused long enough for Mint to shoot her a pleading, suddenly hopeful look, for both Glory and Rook to glance in her direction. âI donât. Not one bit, to the point I was hoping youâd be one of the ones Iâd take today, especially once I decided to make Warlock choose who lived and died.â She laughed, the sound brushed by a brittle edge, and the alicorns resumed their almost lazy stalk towards the unicorn. âHis name was too damn perfect for me not to see what bargain I could force him into. Maybe Dave is right⌠Iâm getting just a little sus.â
âTankâou foâ bestest nummies, Mummah,â Rook crooned, not breaking his laser focus on the cowering fluffy. âWook wub âou.â Glory huffed softly, wings ruffling for a moment before he lunged forward and grabbed a mouthful of mane. The charcoal demonfluff echoed the move from the other side, tugging back almost playfully as Mint shrieked again.
âNu!-Scree-Huwties! Why huwt fwuffy, Mint guud fwuffy, pwease⌠nu wan owwies, nu wan be nummies! Pwease⌠huâŚhuhuâŚhuâŚâ He made one last attempt to hide behind his hooves as they used his mane to pull him back and forth, trying to back away again and only tightening the harsh pull on his hair. âPwease, Mint be bestest fwiend foâ munsta fwuffies, onwy pwease nu huwties, nu nummies!â
With a much sharper jerk, Rook ripped his mouthful of mane and a chunk of bleeding scalp free, tossing it aside and grabbing for a tuft of light green fluff instead. Mint tried his best to scramble to Shadowâs feet, winning inch by inch as they ruthlessly denuded and yanked him to and fro. There was a trail of scattered fluff and blood behind him, an extended puddle of piss from underneath him with more than one trace of liquid shit staining it. âPweaseâŚhuâŚhuâŚ-Screee!- pweaseâŚ.nyu Mummah? HuâŚhu⌠Nice⌠Wady?â
âNot my problem, Mint. You probably deserved better than this, but they need to eat and I need this video ready to edit tonight. If it makes you feel any better, think of this as a sacrifice to keep your herd in nummies.â She pulled her hightops out of his reach, leaning back to put her feet up on the table. âThat was a really cute trick with the foal, Rook. Have fun, kiddos.â
âWhyâŚâ Mint stalled at her feet, his plaintive sobs trailing off as he looked up at her. âWawwockâŚ. am wite? âOu nuâŚ.HuâŚnu nice wady. HuâŚâouâŚâou munsta hoomin. HuâŚhuâŚ. MunâŚmunsta hoominâŚhu⌠Wit munsta fwuffies⌠aww meaniesâŚ.huâŚhuâŚâ
âLittle harsh, Mint. Least stupid thing youâve said today, but still just a little harsh.â She hummed a little, grinning too brightly from behind her phone. âWhat do you think, Rook, Glory? Am I a meanie munsta hoomin?â
âNu. Mummah Shadoâ bestest hoomin mummah,â Glory cheerfully answered, near skipping back up to the side of the terrified, half bare fluffy. âJusâ nu foâ dummeh nummie fwuffies. Onwy foâ Pack!â He grabbed the remains of tail from one of few remaining clean spots, hauling Mint out of the puddle to a unmarked patch of floor. âAnâ neba foâ bad, nuâpwetty messies makinâ dummeh fwuffies.â
âAnâ datâs why Auwowa wibes in sowwy box now,â Rook muttered under his breath, all the playfulness gone from the glare directed at Mint. âWook musâ hab nu heawd wite. Wook awmosâ tink Wook heaw âou caww Wookâs Mummah bad namsies. Caww mummah munsta?â he growled at Mint, stalking head lowered and fangs bared at him with slow, deliberate steps. The fluffy spluttered incoherent mumblings through his renewed sobs, terrified enough to back straight into Glory. âFwuffy caww Wook munsta, anâ Wook nuâ cawe. Caww bwudda munsta, Wook nu happies, bu nu say nuttin. Caww Mummah munstaâŚâŚâ
âMint nuâŚHuhuâŚMint nu⌠hu⌠Mean⌠nuâŚâ In the absence of immediate torment, Mint took a deep breath, trying to force down his sobs. âHoomin am munsta! Wet fwuffies num fwuffies! Fwuffies nu am nummies foâ udda fwuffies! Fwuffies awe foâ huggies anâ wub anâŚ-Screee!-â Glory had released his tail again, sinking his teeth back in a plucked bare roll of flesh, letting the renewed struggle help him chew it free.
âNu. Fwuffies am foâ owwies anâ nummies wen Mummah say so. Pack am foâ numminâ anâ huwties bad dummeh fwuffies anâ make Mummah happies,â Rook corrected,and brought both front hooves down hard at Mintâs shoulder. âAnâ âou nu caww Wookâs Mummah munsta!â
The shriek as Mintâs joint shattered and dislocated hit new pitches, several of them likely beyond human hearing. Rook just shorted at the sound, smacking his hoof into Mintâs jaw just hard enough to send chipped teeth flying as Glory grabbed another mouthful of rump. Before Mint could even try to evade the renewed onslaught, a single hard, cloven hoof came down on his intact foreleg, just above his hoof. It crunched like a brittle twig, and another hoof repeated the injury inches above it before his scream had even ended.
It only ended when his entire leg was a mangled mess of shattered fragments, and Mintâs screams had gone ragged. âHuâŚhuhuhuâŚscr-screee! PweâŚ-chirp-âŚpwease? Mi-huâŚScree⌠peeepâfwuffy nu- peep- amâŚ.guuâguud fwuffy? Peep- chirp- chirp-Wan die.â Mint went limp, head fallen onto the mess that used to be his forelegs. Rook and Glory both paused at that, tapping lightly at his shuddering form with their hooves and circling as if that would rouse him back to their game. âWan die. -Peep-âŚ-chirp-âŚwan dieâŚâ With matching wing shrugs, they stepped back in, bracing hooves just hard enough to let them tear mouthfuls off their newest meal.
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