It had been a year since the incident back at the nest. Since then Toy had gotten much better. She was naturally adept at finding the best of nummies because of the grueling work it took to keep her mummah and Sketti alive, and she grew stronger being able to just eat for herself. Also, something else happened: A herd grew around her.
There were many fluffies that had been thrown out of their nice housies by the humans and didn’t know how to survive. They would try to eat the wrong things and get sickies, or not know how to build a nest to live through rain or cold times. Toy gathered one or two at first, teaching them how to know which berries would make your tummy feel good or instructing them how it wasn’t safe to cross the road because of vroomies. They all knew her as big smawty sissy, basically the only pinnacle of hope these complete failures of survival would have.
Everyone had enough to eat. Even those taking care of foals. Toy never had a special friend because she didn’t want to be a mummah again. Being the big sister was more than enough.
“Big sissy, big sissy! Am scawy smawty!” One would report to her, and she would be out to take care of the threat. The fluffies who had lived with humans were not very good at fighting or handling hurties, but she was. Toy always handled the random stray who came poking around their nest, which was a spacious place under an overpass. Those who needed help were helped, those who came for trouble received it.
There were other things she had to handle too. When a soon-mummah was going to have her chirpies, sometimes the stallions would leave and go try having other special friends.
“Yew am wub babbehs!” Toy said on one occasion after cornering a recent departure from her group. The stallion stuck his tongue out. “Shu’up, stoopi mawe! Nu cawe! Wan speciaw huggies!” This caused Toy to deliver a walloping with one hoof, grabbing onto one of his ears and shaking him around savagely. Screeching, the stallion kicked his rear legs around uselessly.
“Otay! Otay! Wet gu! Su huwties!” When the mare finally released his ear, she glared at him. “Soon mummah ‘nee nummies. Yew be gud daddeh ‘ow git wowstest huwties!”
So he came back, if begrudgingly. Toy tried to do a lot but a missing member of the herd meant less food for those who couldn’t contribute.
Most of the foals in the underpass slept with her in a big pile, those old enough that they didn’t need miwkies anymore at least. They loved their mummahs of course but felt a certain sense of protection with their big sissy. The other mares surely appreciated a reprieve from constantly being surrounded by the babies too. Every day she made sure to take a break from trying to find more nummies to play games with them like chase, or kicking a can around. Nobody loved the simple things more than Toy.
As winter came around food became more scarce. Tree bark and roots dug out from the ground were all that they could find in the woods, so it meant leaving the nest every day to go venturing out in the town. They could find trash nummies, Toy of course having a good sense for where to find the bestest. She left every day with six of her strongest herd mates and went scrounging.
This had carried on most of the winter, even now when there was lots of snow. It was there one day where she found him: Munstah daddeh.
A year was a long time to pass by for a fluffy and he looked different. Scraggly, dirty red coat. There was filth all over his horn. He didn’t even look big anymore. In fact, he looked downright sad.
“Hewp! Hewp Wex! Mummah nu wub anymowe!” The stallion sobbed from his position on a pile of broken open trashbags. There was her daddeh, sitting there acting like a babbeh.
“Am hewp, big sissy?” One of her trusted herdmates asked. His name was Mud, a big brown stallion with an amicable personality.
“Nu. He am munstah daddeh.” Toy said, causing the collection of her herdmates to chatter excitedly. They knew who he was from stories. The mare often told the foals that if they weren’t good, munstah daddeh would come and punish them. If even the smallest one of them saw this pathetic sight though, could they be afraid?
“Am munstah?” Mudpie asked, looking to Rex. Maybe because he was an alicorn? There were at least two in their herd though, so that couldn’t be it. Also she wasn’t even mean to poopies.
“Yis. Wowstest munstah daddeh. Nu cawe ‘fo mummah! Gib owwies tu Toy! Gib owwies tu Sketti!” This caused her group to become visibly agitated. Something gave owwies to their big smawty sissy? This was tantamount to sacrilege. She was the only reason why they didn’t have forever-sleepies.
“Haechu! Munstah! Haechu!” Spat Mudpie, slamming a hoof down on one of Rex’s legs. The wretch gave a wail, trying to scrabble away. Her group had surrounded him though, pushing him back up against the wall.
Rex only now finally caught on to what was happening. Truth was, he never cared about his offspring enough to remember their faces or even names. “Dummeh mawe babbeh! Am sowwy! Daddeh su su sowwy! Daddeh wub babbeh?” He asked her, pleaded, Toy shaking her head.
“Howd downsies, fwiends.” She asked her crew, each of them stamping a hoof down onto the stallion’s legs.
“Am biggest smawty mawe naow. Yew bad daddeh. Su bad!” The mare stood over him, the stallion flipped down onto his back. Bending down she would take his special-lumps in her mouth, clamp her teeth down against excess skin, yank and twist back.
“SCREEEEEE!” The stallion screeched, shitting himself in the process. “SPECIAW-WUMPS! NUUUU! SU HUWTIES! NEE’ HUGGIES! NEE’ WUB!” The mare spit the severed testicles from her mouth. Raised a hoof.
“Nu mowe! NU MOWE! AM ONWY WITTEW BABBEH!” A stallion saying this to his own daughter was, of course, nonsensical. Toy wouldn’t listen, instead she pounded her hoof down against his no-no stick. Wham! Slam! Crack! She demolished the thing which had given her so many hurties, had given her babbehs which she could never even love. There wouldn’t be anything left after but a bloody smear of gore, the appendage basically having been scraped right off his body. He couldn’t run away, either. His pelvis had been crushed from the attack.
“Toy wub mummah! Toy wub Sketti! Toy HAECHU!” The mare screamed at him, turning from the stallion. He wept and screeched on the ground, even reverting to a series of peeps and chirps because he couldn’t articulate any words.
With that, she trotted away from the broken mess. Her herdmates finally released Rex, though he couldn’t go anywhere. His backlegs were useless and the front ones just led him into a patch of shattered glass as he attempted to crawl from the trashpile. He continued to peep and chirp against the cold night, though nobody would come to his aid.
Back at the nest, everyone would share in a feast of noodles which had been pulled from a trashcan. Toy tumbled around with all of her little sisters and brothers, lovingly giving their ears licks and giggling. She’d done her best and would always do so.
