Earl woke suddenly sitting up from having fallen asleep at his work bench in front of his laptop, his left leg throbbed feeling like it had almost been broken again, it was what woke him when Sara stopped by the first time. Grabbing his cane one one hand, a big revolver drawn from his belt he drew the hammer back and stepped out into the night as he flipped on the floodlights. He only took a single step outside and could easily make out a set of shoe prints in the still loose dirt by one of his windows, an electrically scorched hand print on the metal windowsill and an empty liquor bottle on the ground.
âYeah, thatâll teach ya. Christ this bitch wont leave me alone. Gotta kill this bitch soon 'fore she takes another chunk outta me.â Shutting the door as he went back inside.
Returning his gun to its holster on his left hip he sat back down in front of his laptop having missed the last couple of files he decided to just let it play the next file in the queue.
Earl stood by the door of the bare room with twelve shit colored alicorn stallions, ten stood in a circle watching as Cock Goblin and Prince Albert seemed to be having it out. Goblin was lifting the brown and grey maned stallion off the floor who kicked and flailed choking out pleas of mercy and was slammed hard onto the floor for his troubles.
âThatâs enough Goblin. Prince, you done picking fights with Goblin or do you understand your all monsters and thatâs what you do?â
-Yes boss, Pwince awbewt unnastan.- He managed to choke out between gasps.
âGood and just like that we have peace in the herd. Alright boys, itâs a full moon tonight and your first patrol around the neighborhood so get some rest now.â Opening the door and ushering them out.
the next file played a dozen night vision cams running low to the ground at a fluffyâs fastest pace possible through the nearby forest. they stopped in a small clearing many of them sniffing around or listening for the faint sounds of lightly snoring fluffs, a common fluffy trait. Goblinâs cam zoomed in center screen as he sniffed around a hollowed out log next to itâs own stump, looking into the log there was a small herd of seven fluffies and their foals huddled together. The glowing of Goblinâs horn distorted the night vision slightly as the closest one to the edge suddenly slid out of the log fast waking her as she landed surrounded by alicorns. Her shrill screams piercing the night woke the others as three more came sliding out to be ambushed, shoved down face first into the dirt and mounted. the wet off cam slapping sounds were nearly drowned out by the semi muffled screams of the herd. Goblinâs cam took center screen again as he glared down at the cowering foals still in the log, chirping in a panic, blindly flopping around in search of their parents warmth. Their only answers to their calls were Goblin stomping the whole nest into a bloody pulp but the terrified peeps of one foal continued. Using his horn to light up the dark log he spotted one last foal, plain brown and practically skeletal in the poopie pile at the logâs other end by the stump.
âLeave it Cock Goblin, it wont survive on its own. Let it die in the shit pile.â Earlâs voice squawked over the camâs radio. âGet outside an finish the rest.â
the view swung around to the log entrance and waddled out to the semi-dead bodies of the ravaged herd, all sawed open from tail to belly, gasping and wheezing their last cries of mercy and pain. others coughed up and drowned in their own blood their mouths and throats just as maimed. the largest male was putting up the most fight still trying to drag himself away from the brown and green maned alicorn trying to stay mounted on him. Goblin trotted over and pressed his front hooves letting the other get a good grip on him again.
âHeywood Jablomy! Youâre getting sloppy out there, he almost got away if Goblin hadnât helped you. Whatâs the first thing you do before the fucking?â
-Bweak ⌠enf enf enf ⌠Da fwont weggies? enf enf!-
âThatâs right. And what didnât you do first?â
-Bweak da weggies?.. enf enf enf!-
âThatâs right.â Giving his a good jolt from the collar. âAnd you best remember that from now on. Everybody else finish up and move on.â
the feed fast forwarded till the roving herd had come to the edge of the forest near the town limits near one of the many trailer parks that surrounded the town. sitting outside the chain-link fence that surrounded the park was a wheel-less, rusted out van frame surrounded by overgrowth and the scent of fluffies carried in the breeze. the sounds of the tall grass swaying in the wind concealed their movements and stayed down wind as they had been trained. the van still miraculously still had itâs doors with the left back one stuck open just enough for a fat pregnant dam to squeeze through. Goblin took point again, even in the full moons light the glow of his horn helped to see more clearly in the van. Laying on a large, threadbare and heavily soiled mattress was at least fifteen fluffies sleeping away and oblivious to their impending doom. the twelve stallions surrounded the fluff pile smirking to themselves and each other, despite all their training all had received nothing but pain and rejection from other fluffies and this, was sweet sweet revenge. Judging by the smell of them at least six mares in the pile were pregnant or just gave birth days ago. Moving as one they lunged at the pile grabbing the nearest fluffy they could, dragging it from the pile and mounting their shrieking victim.
-Nu! Nu am mawe! SCREEEEEEE!-
-Pwease nu hewties! Am soon mummaIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Bebbehs NUUUUUUUUU!-
-AM tu widdew fow speciaw hu SCREEEEEE! NU WIKE! SREEEEEEE! NU WIKE!
-Mummah save soon mummah! Munstahs! NU NU SCREEEE! REEEEEEE! REEEEEEE!-
The three remaining fluffies shat themselves out of pure terror huddled together pressed against the van wall unable to see much more than silhouettes in the moonlight and their herd-mates screams. the glow started again and Cock Goblin saw that one of the last, a mare, had gone into terror induced labor.
-Awwww, wutâs da mattew pwetty mawe?- A brown monochrome chuckled wickedly. Too soon fow babbehs?- Hopping up on the mattress behind the mare.
-NU! Nu num mumSCREEEEEEE! Hnnnnnn! Nu num babbehs! Gu way! Hewp! heHHHHNNNNNnnnnn hu hu hu owies! Nu come out now.-
-Nu be fwaid soon mummah. Ben Dovew gon hewp put dem back in.- Now mounting her.
-Bad huggies! Nu wa SCREEEEEEE REEEEEE REEEEEEE Wowstest hewties! REEEEEEE REEEEE!-
-enf enf enf enf enf enf enf enf !!! Bestest good feews!-
the remaining two were dragged from the mattress by their manes and tails and any hole that could be found was filled with razor sharp pain. when the muffled screams finally died down the high pitched chirping of the foals on the blood soaked mattress, a few even calling out for their dead parents. Many of the Bad Huggy Boys got to work on them, stomping, biting, and enfing away but Goblinâs cam turned away from the carnage as he followed the sounds of another full grown fluffy. The night-vision distorted slightly again as his horn lit up allowing him to see a muddy grey and black maned alicorn mare hiding in the passenger side floor under the dashboard.
-P-P-Pwease nu mowe hewties⌠Hu huu⌠Am gud fwuffy! Am gud fwu⌠Fwuffy am wingie pointy tu?-
-Come wiff Cock Gobwin.- Walking up to her and pulling her from her hiding spot.
She floated through the air much to her own surprise and delight until she saw the bloody mess that was her old herd. The boys were now fixated on her as she was set down on the bloody dirt covered floor in the middle of them.
âWhatâs the hold up? Kill it boys.â Earlâs voice crackled over the collars in stereo.
-But boss, mawe am poopie munstah. Can⌠Can we keep mawe?- Asked a light brown and grey maned alicorn.
âAnd just what are you gonna do with her? Huh, Lance? Any one of of you would kill her anyway so just do it now.â
-But MawZZZZZZTTTTTTT!-
âLance Boils you donât second guess me! Now all of you finish her!â
the boys looked around the circle where once was demented joy in their faces from the deeds they had done but now they were somber and almost sad. This wasnât just some dirty random feral that deserved it, this felt more like killing one of their own.
-But⌠canât boss jus take shawp pointies out?- Asked a puke green and brown maned one.
âWho said that?! Tell me now!â
The boys were quick to point out the offending herd member and he was just as quickly zapped for daring to speak up.
âIâm disappointed in you Dick Tater, you know better than to ask that. And as for the rest of you let me be clear, the piercings are never coming out, they are forever! Now kill it!â
The mare could be seen from all feeds trembling and crying from all angles, a collective pool of shit and piss growing underneath her. The boys collectively sighed and one with the colors of burnt toast and dull red mane stepped forward, blood, flesh and shit still dripping off his junk and the mare turned to run only for Harry and Lance to leap in and break a front leg each. desperate to get away from the pain she could only back up and into the alicorn as he reared back, practically getting herself mounted.
-Dun be fwaid, Majah Hawdon make dis fasties. ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF!-
-NU Am wingy pointy tooooREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!-
âBout time! Now everyone get home.â
The next file played showing Earl from the boys perspective, stuffing each of the Bad Huggy Boys back in the cage as he scolded each one.
âHow many times have we gone over this? Huh? The piercings are permanent! They are never coming out so you can just forget about special friends and babies.â Locking Goblin in his cage as he picked up Dick Tater. âAnd you, ask again and you loose an eye! Understand?â
-Yes boss.-
âGood. For the rest of you I shouldnât have to remind you over the radio on what to do out there. You had fear and surprise on your side but if you keep slipping up like that a big herd will kill you if their numbers are big enough. Now get some sleep, weâre doing this again tomorrow.â
The next file started and once again the boys were galloping through the forest near the edge of town this time where the farm fields began. following the scent through a drainage ditch along the road and thatâs where they found them nestled in the roots of a half exposed tree at the edge of the ditch. a set of fluffies sleeping the night away with their foals huddled in between them, both parents were alicorns but had nice colors. the mare, red and green mane, the stallion, yellow and green mane and almost half of their seven foals were as well one being a rusty red and green maned uni filly.
-Th⌠Thundah?- Goblin barely managed to choke out the word.
Before Goblin could utter another word or even begin to think the boys grabbed the parents and dragged them out. their sudden cries waking their foals who chirped and called out in terror and need their parents warmth and comfort and only seeing Cock Goblin looking pathetically down at them.
-Thundah?-
-Muh⌠mummah! wewe am mummah!? Cowdies! hu hu huuâŚ-
-Bad huggy boys stop!- Shouted Goblin spinning around.
The boys stopped in their tracks in pure shock at being ordered to stop having only just got the feral parents into position to be mounted. The visible confusion on their faces was quickly replaced with fear when Goblin kept going.
-Wet dem go.- Picking up the red uni foal -dis nu am wight. Widdew thundah need mumm(ZZZZTTTTTTTT!!)- And he dropped.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing, Cock Goblin?!â Earlâs voice almost causing a feedback screech through the collars speakers.
the red filly had also got some of the collarâs wrath since she was being held by goblin and was now chirping out her distress on her back while her parents struggled to break free.
âClint! Kill that damn squeaking rat so I can hear clearly!â
A rust colored alicorn with dull orange mane stepped forward and raised a hoof to crush the foals head in one stomp. The sudden burst of pure force from Goblinâs horn sent Clint flying back smacking his head against a tree root flipping him face first into the dirt, his neck making a loud snap on both impacts. The only thing moving now was the gentle nights breeze.
âClint? Clint Muncher get up and answer me.â
-Cwint?- Goblin broke the silence. -Am⌠Otay?-
Heywood moved closer nudging Clintâs body and gave him a few sniffs then looked over to Goblin.
-Cwint foweva sweepy- Glaring at Goblin.
âGod dammit, Goblin!â
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
âPick his ass up and everyone get home now! And bring the body then kill those damn ferals before you do!â
As the feral parents started to struggle again from the boys trying to mount them again first by breaking their front legs. But Goblin attacked again twisting a dusty brown and black maned alicornâs head around before he could break the feral stallionâs legs.
âThatâs it!.. the fuck? Shit, my batteries dead. Boys! get him!.. where the fucks my charger?â
-Gobwin gif foweva sweepies to Diwdo Saggins!- Prince Albert shouted seizing the opportunity for revenge. -Gif wowstest hewties!-
Prince Albert attempted to lead the charge but his whole body slammed onto his side and Cock Goblin stood defiantly before the rest. The feral alicorn parents still terrified beyond belief but now largely ignored by the boys still had enough smarts to gather up their foal and got out from in between the others. Putting their foals on each others backs they slunk off as Goblin started to shout down the group.
-Boss am wong! Him da munstah an he twy make us munstahs! Nu wan shawp pointies in no-no stick. Nu wan wumps awways haf hewties ow get bad zappies when no wan give owwies ow do bad tings! Wan fwee! wan speciaw fwend! wan hewd!.. wan Thundah backâŚ-
-An jus wut do ou tink we can do? Cowwaws nu come off, pointies nu come off, an boss gone gif biggest owwies to Gobwin! Boss neva gun take out pointies! Jus do wut boss wan an we nu git owwies!- A shit green and red maned stallion shouted back.
-Dewce Cannon wight!- Shouted Lance -We aww git owwies nao if we nu give owwies to Cawk Gobwin!-
-Gobwin take pointies out! Gowwin know Gobwin can do it! Just haff tu twy!- Dick added in.
-But wut bout da cowwaws? Gobwin nu can take dem off, Gobwin twied awweady.- Ben piped up nervously. -Nu wan mowe zappy owwies.-
-Cowwaws⌠onwy⌠haff some zappies!- Goblin answered struggling for a response. -Cowwaws nu zappies nu more when dey used up! Boss puts new zappy sticks in cowwaws when dey wun out! Just have to stay way wong nuff den cowwaws nu need to come off!-
That seemed to be the tipping point as the boys started to argue amongst themselves shouting back and forth and it didnât take very long before it devolved into violence. Prince Albert went skidding across the ground knocking the squabbling boys over like bowling pins and thatâs when Goblin noticed the feral family quickly vanishing into the night. Turning to chase after them calling out for Thunder Cunt to wait for him and thatâs when Heywood, Lance and Harry jumped on his back dragging him down. Major reared back to deliver some sorry hoofies to Goblinâs head but his back legs were psychically knocked out from under him and now he was nose to nose with Goblin. Major went screaming backwards across the dirt leaving a trail of blood and his dick behind, his piercing having snagged some underground roots. When the three on his back started batting at his skull he knocked them off starting to look exhausted from the excessive use of his powers breathing heavy and bleeding from the lip. the rest of the boys were too busy fighting each other and Major was clutching the bleeding hole were his dick was so he turned back to the other three.
âOkay boys, Iâm back and found my char-Oh my god! What the fuck are you idiots doing!?! Get Cock Goblin, not each other! Stop it, god dammit!.. Thatâs it!â
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
when the voltage finally let up the boys collapsed with small wafts of smoke rolling off their fluff, the collective groans and low sobs that was drowned out by Earlâs continued yelling.
âIâm coming to get you all so donât move! You know what? Say hello to the hold function on your collars boys!â
the boys got another collective shock just as some of them started to get back up and ever twenty seconds they were automatically shocked again. the video fast-forwarded ten minutes the played normally when the flash of a vanâs headlights came into one of the cam feeds field of view, pulling up next to the ditch.
âWhat the hell is wrong with all of you!? Itâs only the second night! The second night! And you fucking useless shits are already killing each other!â Earl roared stepping out of the van with Odin in tow. âHow many of you are even still alive?â Stomping his way down the shallow ditch.
Heywood, Ben, and Lance were dead, torn apart and sawed open from the ass end. Both of Deuceâs front legs were broken and Dick still had his dick lodged in his ass, spasm-ing with each zap but both still lived. Major was still alive as well woozy from the blood loss and weakly calling out for the return of his no-no stick between the zaps and screams. Pierce, Prince and Harry while battered, bruised and blood soaked were relatively uninjured being the oldest and most experienced of the boys had put up the hardest fight. Then there was Cock Goblin, between shocks he had managed to take a single step dragging himself in the same direction as the feral family had run off managing to make it a good twenty feet.
âYou. Little. SHIT! I spent nearly two years searching for and training all these alicorns and in one fucking night you ruined it all!â
Grabbing Goblin by his neck the shocks stopped and he lifted him up face to face the cam getting a good closeup of his enraged expression.
-Hate chu.- Goblin said cold and calm.
âThe feelings mutual.â Walking back to the group.
-Gobwin save Dick Tatew! Su many zappy owwies!- Trying to separate himself from Deuce.
âLook at this!â Holding Goblin out to observe the boys. " Majorâs useless now, Deuce has minutes to live and Dickâs had too many resets as is! Any more and his brains are mush! So now you can watch."
Holding open his eyes he made him watch as he stomped Dick Taterâs head in and then sicced Odin on Major Hardon. The dog latched onto Majorâs neck and shaking him like a cheap stuffed toy, Deuce was still hooked on his piercings but was flung off on the fist shake leaving his intestines still hooked. Earl finished him with a sharp kick crushing his rib cage and heart against the back of his spine.
âYou three, whoâs side are you on?â
-Pwince do wut boss say.-
-Piewce too.-
-Hawwy know too many fewaws gib Hawwy foweva sweepies. Hawwy fowwow boss.-
âGood. Now get in the van. Now what am I gonna do with you?â Turning goblin to face him again.
The boys paused to half way up the ditch to watch , the look Goblin gave Earl was as sinister a look a fluffy could give, just scowling at him as his horn lit up. Earl coughed and choked briefly as he flung Goblin into a muddy puddle so thick he miraculously didnât break any bones.
âYou little fucker! You think you can choke me!? ODIN! Shake!â
Caked in mud Goblin got to his hooves his horn lighting up just as Odin latched down on the back of his neck and shook him with all his might. Mud and shit flung in every direction causing Earl to take a step back to dodge the spray and eventually Odin dropped the body back into the mud, the light of his horn slowly fading. When earl reached down and unlocked the collar the cam shut off, one after the other leaving the three left who watched Earl collect them, grumbling and cursing under his breath. The boys hurried up the ditch when he turned to head for the van with Odin right behind him shaking off as much filth as he could before climbing in the back with them and the last file ended.
the knock at the front door caused Earl to jump, instinctively drawing his revolver thatâs when he noticed the sun had come up through his shop window. He hadnât realized how late he had stayed up and now someone was at the door, looking through the peep hole it was a delivery man and he opened the door.
âHigh, the sign on your front door said to drop off packages for here and I need a signature for this.â Holding out a tablet and stylus.
After signing it he was handed a rather large box labeled from FluffCo. and with an awkward step from not being able to use his cane, he headed to the one of the back workstations. this one had everything a guy could need to engineer a custom fluffy, opening the box he rummaged through the packing nuts and fished out a medical grade incubator. setting it up he opened the fridge for storing perishable samples he got out two metal canisters labeled âCock Goblinâ and âunfertilized fluffy eggsâ and went to a machine with a microscope built into it. Both canisters smoked and boiled when opened and with a special tool took out a single tiny vile from each and placing each in its own slot of the box shaped machine. Putting his eye to the microscope he worked a tiny joystick and pressed a button next to it, after a few minutes a slot tray popped open slowly with a petri dish on it and he poured the contents into the pool of nutri-gel in the incubator. getting out some sticky labels he scribbled Goblin 2.0 on it and stuck it to the side of the incubator then left to get some sleep.
