-Wuuuuuunnnn!! Munstahs gonna num us aww!- Screamed the red fluffed smarty through a bloodied mouth.
The twenty strong herd ran for their lives as Imp and Banshee charged the fleeing herd, they were gaining quickly but kept their distance. The terror blind herd didn’t know they were being herded off a cliff and they fell one by one down the fifteen foot drop down a cider-block retaining wall into the back lot of a supermarket. Only the last few had noticed but when they tried to stop they were barreled over by their pursuers knocking them down as they jumped themselves. The pair glided effortlessly down, circling back to land in front of the pile of crippled fluffies. Taking a moment to appreciate their work Banshee licked her beak she grabbed the nearest sobbing fluffy and took a big bite. The mare screamed as her foreleg was torn free and watched as the meat was cleanly stripped from the bone. The sound of the screaming mare was getting on Banshee’s nerves so she leaned in an bit out her tongue. This triggered a small feeding frenzy in her taking bite after bite from her torso and when Shriek caught up with Hob in tow the puffygriff eagerly dug in.
“Alright, boys where are you?” Jake’s voice crackled over the groups collars.
-On the othew end of pawk by the stowe, Mistew Jake.- Hob answered.
“Stay put I’ll come to you.” Jake sighed hanging up his phone.
Jake still couldn’t believe Earl had talked him into watching after his herd of mad science experiments, but with several fractured ribs he’s been bed ridden for the last two weeks. High off his ass on pain killers and enough weed to bake an elephant and Carol too busy at work to watch the boys and they were getting antsy being penned up all the time. Driving his truck into the parking lot he pulled up to the pile of broken fluffies and let the dogs out or rather they jumped out the window. By this time Banshee and Shriek had eaten most of a whole fluffy each, alive and screaming with every bite.
“How much can you two eat? You already emptied the trough back home.” Grabbing the whimpering fluffies and tossing them in the flatbed. “Go find the others and get back here. We’re done after this pile.”
Elsewhere in the park a tiny overlooked family of fluffies were suffering under the idiotically tyrannical rule of the smarty. The sobbing, heavily pregnant, yellow and pink maned unicorn was forced to watch as her frustrated smarty special friend gave her oldest, bestest babbeh the worstest special huggies. The black and red maned unicorn had finished leaving behind a peeping broken, barely weaned blue colt, its ass end gaping and dripping.
-siiiiiiigh… good feews at wast.- The smarty stretched in relief.
The smarty barely had a moment to revel in his satisfaction while strutting past the hedge his family hid behind a head popped through the leaves. It was Goblin with a sinister smile and a glowing horn the smarty felt his head suddenly jerk down to the ground and every thing was black.
The smarty had no idea how long he was out, just only how much his head hurt when he woke up with a start to the smell of the worstet pee-pees ever. Blinking weary, blurry eyes focused revealing he was in a darkened room with a single focused light shining down on him. He found himself in a wooden fenced pen just big enough for him to stand in, shaking off the the smell lingering in his nose as he got up.
-Couwt in now in sess-shun!- A voice shouted.
More lights flicked on revealing Carol sitting at her garage office desk, sitting to the right was Goblin. In another pen sat the smarty’s mate, cowering at the sight of Hob guarding her. Also to his right was Imp sitting at a tiny toy desk and when he looked to his left he got a start when he saw Gremlin sitting next to his pen.
-Mu-Munstah n-no scawe Smawty! We hewd go o-ow git wowstest hoofies!- His stutter betraying his fear.
“The defendant will remain silent.” Carol ordered coldly banging a small gavel on the desk.
Gremlin reached over the pen with one leg and swatted the smarty in the snout had enough to leave a trickle of blood running down his snout.
“The prosecution will now read the charges… I said, the prosecution will now read the charges… Imp! That’s your go.”
-Oh! wight, sowwy. (Standing up) ahem The smawty is chawged with giving speshaw fwend sowwy hoofies, sowwy enfies to speshaw fwend, steawing nummies and miwkies and giving enfies to babbehs. Pwa-sa-cution want foweva sweepies by wostest huwties and enfies.-
-What da fwuff am goin on?! Dummeh munstahs wet smawty go now! Ow you aww get (TWACK!).
Before he could continue his demands, Gremlin smacked him again knocking out a tooth this time.
Huu huu, Wofstest mouf owwies- Holding his hooves over his bleeding mouth.
-Pwa-sa-cution cawws the smawty’s speshaw fwend to the uh… oh, witness sand fow questions-
“It’s “stand”, but close enough. Bailiff, bring the witness to the stand.”
Goblin’s horn lit up and the mare lifted into the air with a started yelp and floated over to a square wicker basket and rested inside. Imp left the tiny desk and paced a lap in front of the court then looked to a pen of stuffed animals behind the mare’s original pen.
-Miss soon mummah, teww evewybody hewe how you speshaw fwend gave huwties.-
The mare looked confused and afraid about being stuck next to a giant alicorn in a room full of identical ones. Then he gaze locked on the smarty glaring at her, a dribble of blood still flowed from his muzzle and she broke.
-Huu huu… Smawty am wostest speshaw fwend!- She bellowed with a sniffle -Smawty take most nummies, huuuu… Steaws miwkies fow bestest bebbeh! An…an when nu can give speshaw huggies smawty gives wostest sheshaw huggies to bestest bebbeh! huu huu! Mummah sowwy bestest bebbeh! Am wostest mummah, nu can save bebbeh!- Tears streaming down her face
-Shaddup dummeh mawe! Smawty am bestest! Aww othew fwuffies am dummehs! Smawty am the onwy bestest! Smawty get bestest miwkies an bestest enfies an nummies an OWWIES!- The smarty yelped as Gremlin swatted him again. -Grrrr! Smawty gonna give munstah foweva sweepies!- Lunging at Gremlin.
“Order in the court!” Carol shouted banging her gavel “The defense will keep the defendant quiet or he will be held in contempt.”
-Twying but smawty am big bummeh- Gremlin said swatting the smarty to the floor.
-Smawty g-gon… gonna gif foweva sweepies..(Kaff!) to mustahs!- Forcing himself to stand.
“The defendant will wait his turn to speak and will sit quietly or else.” Brandishing her gavel at the smarty.
-Poopie wady nu teww Smawty what to do! Am BESTEST an get what Smawty want!-
“And now you are in contempt. Bailiff, take the Smarty away.” Banging her gavel on the desk.
Goblin smiled, he had been hoping for this and he strode up the pen as his horn lit up lifting the smarty off the floor. Continuing his tantrum as he floated next to Goblin he was walked to the far end of the garage to a closet door. The door swung open, he was tossed inside and the door was slammed shut.
-Have fun with Woidwage!- Goblin cackled.
The smarty shook the fuzziness from his landing and looked up to see a huge yellow and orange unicorn with a crazed look on his face and a raging hard on.
Carol casually spun around in her chair as the boys gathered in front of the door listening to what was going on inside.
-ENFIEEEEEEEESS!!-
-NU! Wet smawty go!-
There was a hard bang against the wooden door and a terrified yelp that bled into terrified pleading.
-NU! NU! Nu am mawe! NuuuuuhuuhuuhuuerrEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!-
The door banged over and over in rhythm to Roidrages’s angry grunts and soon the smarty’s screams became agonized peeps synced to it and then…
-GOOD FFFFEEEEEWWWSSSAAAAHHHH!-
The room went silent and after a moment the door opened allowing the smarty to slump to the floor still impaled on the giant stallion standing over him. The smarty’s body flew forward pulling him free with a long, wet, sucking pop and the door slammed shut before Roidrage could start again.
“Now, are you going to be quiet and wait your turn or do you need to go back in contempt with Roidrage?”
S-s-smawty… be good. huuuuu owwies.-
“The prosecution may continue.”
The smarty was plopped back into his pen and everyone took their places again.
-(Ahem) Miss Soon mummah. You say smawty gave speshaw huggies to bestest babbeh? This babbeh?- Pointing to the garage door.
The door opened and Banshee and Shriek walked in pulling two wagons with ropes in their mouths. One pulled the broken bestest, the other the rest of the litter, the bestest laid with her back legs splayed out in an unnatural angle. Bringing the wagon up next to the mare tried to reach for her bestest but hadn’t been able to move for a week.
-Am su su sowwy babbeh. (Sniff) Am wostest mummah, nu can pwotect bestest babbeh.-
-Awight miss bestest. Can you teww evewybody what happened to youw poopie pwace.-
-Cheep! D-daddeh gave babbeh wostest speshaw huggies. Twied to yeww dat bestest was too wittew for speshaw huggies an an when twy to wun away daddeh missed speshaw pwace and enfed poopie pwace! Nu can feew back weggies nu mowe! Nu can feew poopie pwace huu huu huuuu! Nu am bestest nu mowe! Am dummeh bwoken babbeh now…- The filly wailed.
-Such a bad, bad smawty. Imp shook his head in a shame on you manner. -Membew of the juwy as you can see this is why the pwa-seh-cution wants to give the smawty foweva sweepies. Nu mowe questions.- Taking his spot behind his tiny desk.
“The defendant will now take the stand.”
The mare was floated out of the pen and returned to her pen next to her foals and the smarty was unceremoniously plopped in letting out a pained yelp. He had left a dripping trail across the floor leaving a small puddle in each pen and couldn’t bare to sit. Gremlin got up and paced in front of Carol’s desk once then stopped at the smarty in the pen.
-So, teww evewy body why you think you am a smawty.-
-Cuz mummah say smawty am bestest babbeh an bestest babbehs gwow up to be smawty.- Some of his old bluster starting to return.
-And why am you the bestest?-
-Cuz smawty wook wike daddeh. An wike daddeh bestest babbeh get evewyfing dey wan!-
-So you mummah am a dummeh and waised a big dummeh who think you am smawty. The defense wecamend foweva sweepies fast. No mowe questions.-
-Hey! you s’posed to be on smawty’s side!-
-Eh, Gwemwin twied Gwemwin’s best.- Walking away with a sarcastic smile.
“Does the prosecution have any questions for the defendant?”
-No, Judge Weathews.- Imp smiled.
“This court finds the smarty guilty on all charges and sentencing will be carried out by the wheel of pain.” Banging her gavel.
-Wait!- Gremlin shouted with a unsettling smile. –Gwemwin want to thwow the cwient to the mewcy of the couwt. Smawty no need foweva sweepies, Smawty need we.. we..we-hab-biww-ah-tay-shun. Teach smawty to be good by showing why enfie babbehs is bad. Give him to Woidwage.-
The smarty’s jaw dropped at the words looking up to Carol and back to Gremlin several times as she gave his plea serious thought.
“Agreed. You are hereby sentenced to six months in rehab learning to be a good fluffy.” Banging her gavel again.
-Nu… NU! NUUUUUUUUUU!- The smarty bellowed as he rose into the air.
The closet door swung open and Roidrage was ready to go again, he was already on him before the door was even shut. The boys were howling with laughter with Carol that got louder with each slam against the closet door and when Roidrage finished they finally caught their breaths.
“Ha ha haaaa! Hooo boy. Heh heh. Damn I needed that. Ahem. Now as for the rest.” Spinning her chair around to face the mare. “For the crime of being a feral on public property I sentence you to the breeding pens, your foals to the fur pens and the enfed colt to be ground into kibble.” Banging her gavel.
The surviving family wailed in horror, begging the usual pleas as Banshee and Shriek pulled their wagons to the door as one of the boys opened the door. Earl was standing there, phone in hand, other raised ready to knock.
“Oh, hey babe. I know I was asking a lot keeping Roidrage out here but why does my phone keep alerting me his heart rate is up? He’s supposed to be resting after that idiot at Jimmie’s nearly OD-d him on stud hormones.”
“Oh, we’ve just been playing a bit.”
“Uh-huh.” Walking to the closest and opening it. “Oh I am not mopping that up.”
Roidrage had the smarty chocking down on his monstrous meat, unhinging his jaw and ripping open his throat then having finished all over the floor. The smarty was still alive somehow weakly kicking and trying to pull away.
“Alright, Roidrage pull out and lets go. Clearly, I need to keep you more isolated.”
-ENFEEEEEES!- Continuing to thrust
“Hey, you had your fun now lets go!” Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck.
Roidrage continued to thrust away relentlessly as he was lifted off the floor with the smarty sliding free breathing through the hole in his throat. Sparks erupted from his horn and he screamed for more enfies so Earl just dropped him and shut the door.
“Shit I think his mind’s broken. I’ll figure that one out later, on to reason two as to why I’m here. I appreciate you taking care of the herd while I was down, but you fed them the wrong stuff all week. None of it had any of the birth control cocktail I mixed up, so Shriek and Banshee are both pregnant and Lemon’s gonna pop any day now.”
“Ooh crap, sorry. I didn’t ruin any plans did I?”
“Naw, naw. Just accelerating one part is all. A minor inconvenience. And Goblin, you know what this means for you and Nugget?”
-(Sighs) Babbehs no stay foweva, babbehs gwow up an find own famiwy.- Goblin hung his head sadly.
“I already found good homes for Gobby and Swift so go say your goodbyes, okay?”
The whole herd gathered in their corral for a group hug, collectively sniffling and promising to never forget each other. Earl gave the whole herd skettie-ball treats laced with a strong sedative allowing him to take the two away with less fuss. Carrying Gobby under arm Carol had Swift, he took them to his workshop and set them on a counter top. Earl dug a large hammer out of his tool chest, gave it a little spin in hand and approached the sleeping colt and filly, sound asleep and murmuring. He raised the hammer…
-(yawn…) Miss mummah…- Swift muttered with a stretch.
Earl’s hand faltered, falling loosely to his side he stood silently for a concerning-ly long time and Carol almost said something but he held up a finger gesturing for her to give him a moment. Pulling up a stool and balanced the hammer handle on the counter with the head in his palm, just staring at the two.
“Aw fuck it.” Digging out his phone. “…Yeah, paws for a cause? I got a couple of recruits for yah.”
