For most Fluffy couples, pregnancy was one of the happiest times of their lives. The anticipation of meeting their children, the excitement of imagining their adorable little faces, the warmth and love that they shared as they prepared to be a family. For both domestic and feral alike it was a time of great importance.
For Reek however, it was one of the loneliest times of his life.
Raspberry still looked down on him for fucking another stallion, it didn’t matter that it was non-consensual, to Raspberry her so-called mate had just subjected her to one an uncomfortable and awkward humping then ran off to be a cock-sleeve for some random stallion.
She already didn’t care for him being a monster, any love she might have had for him was gone now.
Reek tried though, all throughout the pregnancy he tried desperately to get Raspberry to love him, he would bring her toys, he would keep her warm with blankets and awkward side huggies, he would loudly and proudly ask Victoria to put more spaghetti onto Raspberry’s plate as she needed more to help their babbehs grow.
One time, during one of his more pathetic pleas for love and affection, Raspberry purposefully and deliberately shat onto the floor and told Reek to clean it up and she might consider letting him be her mate again. It took 20 minutes and one vomiting for Reek to lick up all of her rancid turds and at the end of it all, Raspberry told him to stay away because he reeked of shit.
During all of this though he still had Victoria, at least in his own co-dependent mind he did, his mummy still made sure to show him even the slightest amount of affection but for the love-starved stallion it was enough to keep him going. Even if she had to hurt him to pay for sketti or baths or more toys for Raspberry to play with, Victoria made sure to give Reek a very small amount of love and that was enough to make the Alicorn turn to putty in her hands.
In the days since Raspberry became pregnant, Reek had had ones of his ears burnt with a hair-straightener, the feathers from both of his wings torn out, one of his back hoofs submerged in scalding water, buried up to his neck in the garden and left outside in the rain overnight and stretched across a makeshift rack to the point of dislocating his shoulder.
Victoria was pleased that Reek was so desperate to keep her and Raspberry happy but she was running out of ideas on how to hurt Reek without causing any permanent physical damage. She needed to up the ante and fast, and right on cue, Raspberry’s shitty personality delivered.
The pink mare had just entered her third trimester and was just teetering on beachball status, she could walk short distances with a lot of effort and she wasn’t putting in the effort, not when she had a walking bitch-toy to do everything for her.
“Dummeh Noba, bwing toysies oba hewe.”
Reek shuddered at the reminder of his old name, a subtle suggestion by Victoria that Raspberry immediately took as her own idea led her to continually call Reek by his former title as an extra form of torment against him.
But still, ever diligent, he brought the stack of blocks that was laying beside him over to where Raspberry was laying, she immediately kicked one of them back at him.
“Dummeh Noba, nu wan bwockies, soon-mummah nu can wift bwockies yu dummeh. Weggies nu weach gud.”
“Bu speciaw-fwiend, yu nu say wha toysie yu wan, jus say…”
“WAN PWETTY PICTA BOOKIES! DUMMEH NOBA SHOUWD KNYO WAN PWETTY PICTA BOOKIE! SCWWEEEEEEEE!!!”
Jumping at the sound of her high-pitched shriek, Reek rushed around the room until he found the picture book of cute woodland animals. Quickly he brought it over to her and lay it in front of his mate’s face.
“Dewe, pwetty picta bookie, Week wub speciaw-fwiend an tummeh-babbehs.”
Reek attempted to hug Raspberry, but was promptly shoved off of her. “Dummeh Noba, soon-mummah nu can open bookie, need Noba tuwn pictas fow soon-mummah.”
“Of…of couwse, No…Week nu weawise, am su sowwy.”
With his whole body shivering from fright, Nova slowly opened the book to the first page, a friendly Badger pair sharing a cup of tea. Raspberry finally unclenched her anger and looked down at the page, giggling at the sight.
“Hehe, funny bad-ja fwiends habben dwinkies. DUN, WAN NEKS PICTA!”
Reek jumped again and raced to turn the page, this one showing a group of hedgehog friends playing tag.
“Hehe, pointy-fwiends pway chasies, wan pway chasies wiv fwiend. NEKS!”
All of Raspberry’s shouting had caught Victoria’s attention who was now spying on them through the Safe-Room door, quite frankly she was bored of Raspberry’s bitchiness and would be happy to be finally done with her, but sadly the pink cunt was a means to an end at the moment and thus she couldn’t be touched.
Still though, a girl could dream.
Reek turned the page again, this time the book showed a family of rabbits in a group hug, mum and dad on either side with six baby bunnies in the middle. He stared at the picture for a while, imaging himself and Raspberry in their place, their perfect, beautiful babies with him, smiling and happy and…
“…DUMMEH NU WISTEN! SCWEEEEE, SCWEEEE!”
Raspberry’s retarded screeching broke Reek out of his daydream. “Wha, wha? Oh sowwy speciaw-fwiend, Week tuwn pagie nyo…”
“NO WAN PAGIE, POOPIE-PWACE NEED WICKIE-CWEANS! DU NYO, DU NYO!”
Reek gulped, Raspberry’s diet of nearly daily spaghetti portion had basically liquify her shits, often leaving her back end stained and gross until either Reek or Victoria wiped her clean. Trying his best to hold his breath, Reek crawled around to Raspberry’s backside, and reluctantly stuck out his tongue to lick away a dried stain of crap from his mate’s ringpiece.
But no sooner had his tongue touched Raspberry’s ass, then a torrent of shit came pouring out of her. Reek was utterly drenched on the stuff and immediately vomited, a fair portion of it landing on Raspberry’s back.
“DUMMEH NOBA AM SU GWOSS, NU MAKE SICKIE WAWAS ON SOON-MUMMAH!”
Victoria took that as her cue and walked inside. “Hey guys, I heard the screaming and… what on earth has happened here?”
“Mummah, Fwuffy hab poopie-ak-see-dent den dummeh Noba make sicky-wawas on soon-mummah.”
Victoria knew it wasn’t an accident, Raspberry knew it wasn’t an accident, Reek could probably work out it wasn’t an accident if he was focussed on anything else other than the watery filth seeping into his Fluff. But all three of them kept pretending it was real to keep the façade going.
“Raspberry, you need to be more careful.”
“Bu tummeh-babbehs make wawkies tuu hawd.”
“You could’ve asked Reek to roll you, or called me. Alright, let’s get you two cleaned up.”
Victoria strolled over to the pair, taking care of Reek first, the combined stink of shit and vomit was pungent and she could only imagine how much worse it was for the sensitive nose of a Fluffy, but judging by the look of abject horror on Reek’s face, it was pretty fucking bad.
Reek was practically frozen, whether in fear or disgust or both was hard to tell, but his face was stuck in a terrified revulsion and his front legs were raised as though too scared to let them touch anything. Victoria could practically see his heart pumping out of his chest as he neared the Fluffy equivalent of a panic attack.
“Oh Reek, it’s all over you, and it’s so wet that it must be digging deep into your Fluff, it might stain it permanently if we don’t get it off you soon.”
Victoria hid a smirk as she saw Reek’s breathing hasten.
“Pwe…pwease gi…git poopies of…of…off Week, mum…mummah.”
“Of course baby, of course, we’ll get you a nice warm bath and get you all nice and clean and… Oh no.”
“Wha, wha wong mummah?”
“I just remembered, we were supposed to have spaghetti tonight. If I give both of you a hot bath, we won’t have enough left over to afford spaghetti. I’m so sorry guys, there’s nothing we can do unless…”
“Unwess wha mummah?” Raspberry practically vibrated, ready to pounce on any excuse to keep sketti in her life.
“Unless one of you was willing to take a cold bath instead, we might just have enough to…”
“COWD BATHIES, COWD BATHIES!” Raspberry cried out. “Dummeh Noba take cowd bathies, soon-mummah need sketti tu make bestesh babbehs.”
Even in his shit covered state, Reek was hurt by how quickly his mate chose food over him. “Bu speciaw-fwiend, nu wike cowd wawa, am bad fow…”
“YU TAKE COWD BATHIES NYO OR WASPBEWWY NEBA WUB YU EBA GAIN!”
Kowtowed into submission, Reek hung his head in defeat. “Week hab cowd bathie mummah.”
Using a blanket, Victoria scooped Reek off the ground and carried him out of the room, she turned to Raspberry once last time before they left.
“We might be some time Raspberry, but I’ll clean you up as soon as we’re done.”
Raspberry’s face dropped as she suddenly remembered she was covered in leftover shit and vomit, and Victoria planned to take her time with Reek just to let the little bitch stew in it for a while longer.
In her arms, Reek curled up into Victoria’s chest, tears brimming in his eyes at how awful the last few minutes had been, Victoria reached in and stroked one of the non-shitty parts of him with her finger.
“You ok Reek.”
“Hab heawt-huwties?”
“Is it Raspberry? Why do you let her treat you like that?”
“Speciaw-fwiend am soon-mummah, need be nice, she hab Week’s tummeh-babbehs.”
“There’s such a thing as being too nice, you can say no if you don’t want to do anything.”
Reek stayed silent, burying his head under his hoof as he started to cry. It wasn’t until a minute or so later that Reek felt the air get a bit colder, he looked up and saw that Victoria had taken them to the basement.
“Wai mummah take Week hewe, dis nu am bathie pwace.”
“I’m afraid it is Reek, for the cold bath you’re about to take, it’s the exact place.”
Victoria placed Reek down into one of the corners of the room, the bright painted walls and soft carpets of his safe-room where now replaced with drab brickwork and wet concrete, even just standing there Reek felt cold and damp and miserable. He turned to protest until he saw Victoria playing with what looked like a backpack with wheels and a long piece of black not-sketti that led to a lengthy, narrow device with a handle at one end.
“Mummah? Wha am dat?”
“This? This is pressure washer Reek. It’s used to clean things that are very dirty. You are very dirty, wouldn’t you agree?”
Reek nodded, still disgusted with the filth that surrounded him.
“Well, since we can’t use hot-water to get you clean, we need to use this instead. Now keep still, because this might hurt a little.”
Before Reek could object, Victoria squeezed the trigger. The first blast of water punched Reek so hard in the stomach he nearly threw up again.
“NU WIKE, NU WIKE!”
“I’M SORRY BABY, BUT THIS IS WHAT WE NEED TO DO TO GET YOU CLEANED!”
Victoria had set up the pressure washer in her basement a few days ago once she realised Raspberry was intentionally shitting out of the litter box to make Reek clean up after her. She’d debated between the pressure hose and a steel-wool sponge as her method of cleanliness but the ease and power of the hose won out.
Maybe the steel wool could be used later on.
Reek was in Hell. There was no other way to describe it, the constant spray from the hose felt like millions upon millions upon millions of icy daggers slicing into his skin at mach 10. The cold water made thousands of tiny cuts along his skin and the sheer power of the blast was leaving him bruised and battered. Worst of all he was unable to stand on his feet, the hose was pushing him into the wall, leading to more batterings and disorientation as Reek couldn’t tell which way he was facing while his body was spun round and round against his will.
Victoria was careful, she kept the hose away from Reek’s face as much as possible and kept the bursts short enough so he didn’t get overwhelmed, but she knew Reek was going through it, this one might take longer to recover from than she initially expected.
Reek felt his hoof touch solid ground, he tried to take advantage and stand up straight but the hose suddenly washed his feet out from under him and he landed painfully on his side, knocking the wind right out of him.
“AHHHHH!!! MUMMAH PWEASE NOBA HAB WOWSTESH HUWTIES NU CA BWEATHIES GUD!”
The sudden reversion to his old name told Victoria that cry was one of genuine shock, she’d punish him for it later but she took the message and stopped spraying him. Taking a towel she’d left on a nearby table, Victoria swooped up the shivering and hyperventilating Reek and cuddled him softly.
“There, there. You’re alright now, mummy has you, mummy has you.”
Slowly but surely, Reek’s breathing returned to normal in the soft embrace of his mother, his mother who still loved him no matter what, his mother who would never hurt him. Absolutely never do anything to would cause him pain or misery, never.
“Week wub mummah.”
“I love you too bud. How you feeling?”
“Stiww wittew huwties, bu can bweathis gud nyo.”
“I’m glad to hear it, you’re such a brave little champ. I’m so proud of you.”
“Week nu wike cowd-wawa, bu du it su tummeh-babbehs can hab sketti. Dey need bestesh nummies tu be bestesh, stwongesh babbehs.”
“Actually Reek, I wanted to talk to you about that. I know you and Raspberry are fighting a lot, so I was thinking it might be best if I kept the two of you separate for a little while.”
“Mummah wan Week nu tu see speciaw-fwiend?”
“Just for a little while, a few days, we need Raspberry to see how much she misses you. Remember when you got tomato sauce all over Mr Flopsy, and you missed him so much that when I finally got him back to you, you were so much happier to see him?”
Reek paused a moment to remember his childhood toy bunny. “Yeh.”
“Well it’s like that with you and Raspberry, if you stay away from her for a few days, she’ll remember how much she misses you and be so happy to see you again.”
“Dat, make sensies. Bu whewe du Week gu?”
“I haven’t decided yet, would you be ok to wait down here while I find you a better place.”
Reek looked around the room, the dank concrete prison was pretty the exact opposite of good as far as he was concerned.
“Mummah wan Week stay hewe?”
“Just for a little bit while I set something upf ro you upstairs.” Victoria lied through her teeth, having absolutely no intention of letting Reek leave this room until she was ready for him to.
“Ok, Week stay in nu-nice pwace fow mummah.”
“Oh you’re the best Reek…” She kissed the top of his head and lay him down on the ground. “…I’ll go clean up Raspberry and then I’m come back here and get you a nice dinner.”
Victoria distracted Reek with a final hug and ran off before he could say anything, not that it really mattered, because she knew no matter how cold or wet or horrid that basement got, Reek would happy wait as long as it took for her to get back, and he would be smiling all the while.
Back upstairs, Victoria found Raspberry trying to tip herself over so she could wipe the vomit from her back onto the carpet, she jumped when she heard the door open and tried to right herself up again, not realising that Victoria had caught her in the act long before she moved to hide her actions.
“He…hewwo mummah. Fwuffy nu duin aneefing.”
Victoria ignored the lie and knelt down in front of her. “Raspberry I have some bad news, Nova changed his mind, he took the warm bath instead of the cold one.”
“Wha? Wha da mean?”
“It means that you’ll need to take the cold bath yourself, unless you want a warm bath and skip out on spaghetti tonight.”
“Bu sketti am bestesh nummies, wai dummeh Noba nu wan tummeh-babbehs hab bestesh nummies?”
“They still can Raspberry, I just need to know if you want a cold bath or not?”
Raspberry seethed, how dare that stupid Nova take her hot bathie, she desperately wanted one to clean this awful filth off her back, but sketti was important too, arguably more important. And that was to help her babbehs as well.
In the end, she decided that perfect, sketti-fed foals was more important to her than warmth. “Waspbewwy hab cowd-bathie, wan tummeh-babbehs gwow big an stwong with sketti.”
Victoria openly smirked down at the mare, knowing how difficult the choice was for her. “I’m glad to hear that Raspberry, you’ve made the right decision. Now come on, let’s get you through to the bathroom.”
She lifted Raspberry off the ground and carried her to the nearby bathroom, she had no intention of using the pressure hose on her – not yet anyway – but a very cold shower would be just as awkward and humiliating if used correctly.
As she opened the bathroom door, Victoria poked and prodded at Raspberry’s Fluff, pretending to examine her.
“Oh dear, seems you might be a little bit dirtier than I realised…”
Her finger dug into Raspberry’s flesh, feigning like she was scratching away at a piece of vomit that was stuck to her skin.
“… I think I’ll need to use the steel wool on you for this one.”