Michael had just gotten home from a long day at the office. It was a long day, not thanks to the workload but because of what he had planned for after work.
See, he had cooked around a gallon containers worth of spaghetti and left it out in his yard. By the time he had gotten home, he could hear the chatter of fluffies in his backyard. A portion of his backyard fence had a post purposefully taken out so that the fluffies could get in. He had made sure to quietly replace it before heading back in through the front door.
“MUMMAH BESTEST MUMMAH EVAH! FIND SKETTIES FOW BABBEHS!” The neon pink bestest babbeh shouted the mare’s praise.
“BABBEHS NEVAH BE HUNGWY 'GAIN!” A shit-brown colored foal exclaimed, finally having enough food to where he wasn’t forced to subside on trash.
This heart-warming celebration was cut short as Michael came out the sliding back door with a pot and wooden spoon in his hand. He furiously beat on the large pot with the spoon, eliciting a chorus of “Screes” and scaredy poopies from the mare and her offspring. They quickly started to scatter back from whence they came.
“WUN AWAY BABBEHS!” The mare said, quickly realizing the entrance to the back yard was now closed. The bestest meanwhile had quite a set of balls on him, managing to puff up his cheeks at the approaching man.
“GU WAY DUMMEH DADDEH! DIS BABBEH’S WA~” The foal’s protests were cut short as Michael covered the foal with the pot.
What followed was around 30 seconds of ear-splitting banging on the pot with the foal inside. Michael didn’t stop until the screams went silent, and the foal decided it was in his best interest to try and cover his ears. All that was left when he pulled the pot away was the bestest cowering in a pile of his own excrement.
“GUESS WHAT FLUFFIES! TODAY’S YOUR LUCKY DAY, THE SIX OF YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET BESTEST NUMMIES!” Michael shouted to the group who were all now huddled around the bestest to give him huggies.
“Buh-buh babbehs an mummah aweady hab sketties! Dose bestest nummies evah!” The sniveling mother said to him.
“YOU aren’t getting any of these nummies. No, your foals are getting the nummies.” He did to the group, taking up the bestest into his hands, much to the protest of his mother.
“Pu’ bestest down!” The foal said, having quite the noticeable change in tone. He was guessing that the loud noise was still making the foal’s ears ring.
“What you five are going to do is eat your mother. Every last bite that you can stomach.” Michael explained before hearing each of the fluffies give out high-pitched “Nuuu’s”
“Mummah nu nummies mistew! Mummah is mummah!” One foal protested against the idea.
"Babbehs can nu eat mummah! Babbehs nee mummah! Nice mistew wet fwuffies weave an nu~. " The mare tried to plead, the sentence this time being cut off by the Bestest being launched.
Michael had given the foal an over-the-head baseball pitch towards the fence. With a harsh thump against the wall, the bestest babbeh was killed near instantly by the impact.
“BESTEST BABBEH NUUUU!” The mother said, trying to run towards the foal for huggies before being stopped by Michael.
“DONT YOU DARE GO TOWARDS HIM UNTIL YOUR BABIES ARE FULL!” He said, keeping a foot on her tail so that she couldn’t run away from him.
“Look, they don’t need to eat all of you. Just until they’re full. And if they don’t, I’m gonna torture them to death in front of you. Then I’m going to force-feed you their remains. You got that?” The man made sure to let the mummah know there was no way out of this.
“O-otay…b-babbehs…come hewe~” The mother said, seeing it as a no-brainer to let her foals live.
“NU! NU WAN EAT MUMMAH!” A blue unicorn protested which he was quick to learn was a bad idea.
Michael leaned down and pinned the foal down with one of his hands. What followed was the foal’s legs being pinched and bent backward one by one until his kneecaps were dislocated. The screams of mercy had no bearing on his fate with Michael finishing the job by pinching and rolling the fluffy’s knee caps between his fingertips until the bones inside had no chance of healing properly.
“Now, who else doesn’t want to have mummah to eat? Hmm? Anyone?” The man asked as each of the foals started clamoring to their mother.
“Sowwy mummah…babbeh take wittwe bites…nu make mummah get biggest huwties!” The brown foal apologized to his mother.
Using the front-most of his teeth to bite into his mother’s flesh. It wasn’t an easy task considering the foal’s size. However, by putting his full weight into it, the foal managed to rip a small chunk of flesh out. It wasn’t the brightest idea. The missing chunk of flesh hurt like nothing else, and at this rate, he’d need to take many bites to even get full.
“SCREEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! GIB BIGGEST BITES BABBEH!” The mare shouted, wanting this process to be over as quickly as possible.
“You better listen to her boy.” Michael agreed with the mother, the foal still chewing on the tender piece of flesh that he had in his mouth.
A bright green fluffy decided he’d do as the man and his mummah suggested. Opening his mouth as wide as it would go, he chomped into the mare’s side and yanked and tugged as hard as he could. With bigger chunks, it meant that he had to shake his head back and forth before finally managing to tear a piece out of her. Another blood curdling scream escaped the mare’s mouth once her flesh gave way. Even if it would take less time with bigger bites, the pain was worsened this way.
“You, white faggot. Eat her cheek! I’m gonna go inside real quick, and if you don’t, I’m gonna rip your no-no stick off and make you eat it.” The man said to the one foal who besides the crippled one hadn’t eaten yet.
“Nu babbeh! Nu bite mummah ch~SCREEEE!” Was the last thing Michael heard before he went inside to start rummaging around his cupboards.
“Alright, now where is it…AH! There we go!” Michael said to himself before finding both a bottle of his homemade hot sauce and a fresh container of kosher salt.
By the time he came back, the mother had chunks bitten out of both her cheeks and a few new bite-marks on her legs and stomach. One of the little retards even got the bright idea to bite the nipple off one pf her teats thinking that he could wash the blood out with miwkies. Now the little faggots were going to have to take that much longer to feed.
“Alright, I know you guys probably don’t like the taste. So I thought I could spice things up for you.” Michael said before pouring salt on a few of the mare’s wounds.
“NUUUUUU! WICK IT OFF BABBEHS! WICK IT OFF!” The mare said to her foals, writhing in agony at this different but still entirely horrible pain inflicted on her.
The foals clamored to lick the salt off the mare, some even taking bites out of her now that they had the chance to mask the iron taste of blood with salt. It took them each about five minutes to get the salt off the mare.
Another ten minutes had passed before each of the babbehs started to complain of wowtest tummy huwties. One bite more each and the foals were full, distended bellies and all. He was honestly surprised and disappoint none of them had vomited, he’d have enjoyed one of them being forced to start over.
The mare was also in decently good condition. She hadn’t taken damage deep enough to cause her to bleed out and they mainly avoided the tougher meat at the the mare’s legs so she could still walk. There was only one more problem though, one foal hadn’t taken a single bite.
“Hey, shitrat. Your blue one didn’t eat anything. I don’t care if his legs hurt, he has to eat.” The man explained to the mare.
She slowly walked over to the foal, trying to pick the thing up and let him take a bite. The pain from his legs was too much. He could barely even scream anymore, let alone take bites.
“I thought as much. Now since I’m such a nice guy you get a compromise. I won’t stomp your foals to death if…” The man paused, popping the top off his bottle of hot sauce.
What followed was him drenching the unicorn foal in the sauce. He made this sauce especially for fluffies. The sheer amount of habanero, ghost peppers, and capsaicin crystal made the substance totally inedible to humans without extreme dilution. It was bad enough on the eyes and mouth that the unicorn foal reinvigorated himself from the pain. The foal started to spastically flail his broken legs, further damaging them in the process. It certainly was an entertaining sight with just how wobbly those legs were.
“You eat your babbeh’s head.” The man said to her, putting the bottle down.
“SCREEE! WOWSTEST SEE PEACE OWIES! SABE BABBEH MUMMAH!” The foal screeched in horrendous pain. Even if he was saved at this point he’d be blinded for the rest of his days and be a liability due to his crippled nature.
“O-otay~” The mare said, knowing that this would be no life for her foal.
“NUUU! HAFF HAFF! MUMMAH SABE BABBEH! BABBEH HATECHU! HATECHU!” The foal said before his protests were stopped by the mother swallowing the foal’s head.
Luckily the spice took a moment to kick in so she could manage to decapitate the foal’s head with one swift bite. Once it did kick in however was when Michael needed to keep the mare’s mohmuth closed to stop her from spitting it out.
“Fuck no! Swallow it!” He shouted at her, forcing her to chew down the foal’s head.
The mare got the memo and choled down the foal’s head to make Michael let her go. Her screams were only interrupted by the mare furiously licking the grass on the ground to try and get the sauce off her mouth.
Michael, meanwhile, was busy pouring some of the sauce on his fingertips and applying it directly to the back of the foal’s tongues. What followed was a cacophony of foals vomiting followed by exclamations of wowstest hurties.
Michael couldn’t help but laugh on his way over to the fence post. He pulled away the post that they entered earlier to which the family quickly scrambled for. He made sure to point and laugh harder, watching them run off into the neighbor’s backyard and out towards.
“MUMMAH! BABBEHS NEE MIWKIES!” Was the last thing he heard from them followed shortly by “BABBEH NUUUU!” From the mother.
“THOSE BABBEHS NEE MIWKIES!” A siren on the street light blared. Looks like they’d be an officer’s problem now.