It was a few days before Victoria could enact the next stage of her plan so she took the time to gaslight Reek a little more; always blaming Raspberry for wanting more and more stuff, more food, more toys, better food, better toys. Reek, being the obedient little cunt he was, took it all in stride but Christ was he put through the wringer in those days.
Amongst other tortures, Victoria shaved the Fluff off his belly, she whipped him, left cigarette burns on his back, tied his hoofs to a wooden beam across the roof and left him dangling for 24 hours, she tased him once but that had incapacitated him for almost 9 hours so she didnât do that again. And most recently sheâd cut off part of his left ear, nothing too vital, just the flappy part at the top, but it was still a mutilation and it still hurt like a motherfucker.
Reek hated it. He hated the hurties, he hated the lonely misery, he even started to hate Raspberry for her demanding nature, why kind of soon-mummah got three sketti meals a day and still wanted more. But he endured, because at the end of every painful torture, Victoria would be there, softly petting him and reminding him that she would always love him not matter what.
It was his motherâs love that kept him going, kept him strong through everything.
After several days of agony, Victoria gifted Reek with a short reprieve, cooking him a half-decent bowl of spaghetti and even playing catch with him for a little while. Part of it was because she wanted to plant the seeds for what was to happen tomorrow, most of it was because she wanted him to feel happiness again before she took that from him too.
âHow am Waspbewwy an tummeh-babbehs?â Victoria had noticed Reek had stopped referring to Rasperry as his special-friend, likely his own subtle way of severing all connection to her.
âSheâs good, they all are. Theyâre fed and happy.â
âDu⌠du Waspbewwy askies bout Week?â
Victoria paused, pretending to look away awkwardly. Raspberry did ask about Reek, but only to know if that âdummmeh munstah gu foweba sweepies yetâ.
âNo Reek, she hasnât said anything, but you know being a soon-mummah, it can take a lot out of her andâŚâ
âIt ok mummah, Week undastan.â The little guy dropped his head, dejected at the answer he knew was coming.
Victoria pulled him closer and let him rest on her lap, the formally white Alicorn cuddled into her, gripping his hoofs on her jacket and crying softly. Victoria let him sob for a little bit before she moved to strike.
âReek? How much do you know about how babies are made?â
Reek looked up at Victoria, confused as to why she was asking him this. âUm⌠Week knyo dat speciaw-huggies make babbehs, bu dat aww. Owd daddehs nu teww Week aneefing ewse.â
âHmm, damn, I was afraid of that. Well, you see Reek, thereâs something soon-mummahs can do, and they can only do it if theyâre feeling the safest, happiest, most fulfilled they ever can be. They can actually grow more babies inside their tummy because they know where they are is the best place to have as many babies as possible. And youâve been doing such a great job at looking after Raspberry and her babies, that she feels safe enough to start growing more babies in her tummy.â
Reek lay silent for several seconds, letting this new information wash over him, he had never heard anything like this before, but then his mummah was very smart and would never tell him a lie. Plus heâd never spoken with a soon-mummah at the store long-enough to know if they could grow more babies or not.
As the news sunk into him, Reek couldnât help but think he shouldâve been happier to hear it, but he just wasnât. He felt⌠uneased by the idea.
âAm Week gun need make payies fow mowe babbehs?â
Victoria internally cheered, the little idiot had made the connection for her. âIâm afraid so Reek, thatâs why I wanted to talk to you first. Raspberry hasnât made any babies yet so I told her to wait until I talked to you first, to see if you were ok paying that price again. I know it was awful the last time, and Raspberry already has babies inside her, so this comes down to what you want to do.â
Reek shivered on Victoriaâs leg, remembering all too well what Patriot did to him. The tearing in his poopie-place, the humiliation at being used like an enfie-toy, even now if he slept funny he could still feel the tiny crick in his spine when he woke up. Babbehs were the best thing ever, but even the best things came at too high a price.
âWeek nu wan mowe bad huggies fwom meanie Patwiot. Eben fow mowe babbehs. Week wub babbehs, bu nu can hab mowe poopie-pwace huwties. Am sowwy mummah.â
âHey, hey, itâs ok. I totally understand, thatâs why I wanted to ask you first. Iâll go tell Raspberry the news and she can stick with the babies she has at the moment.â
Victoria made the stand-up but Reek lifted his hoofs to stop her.
âCan⌠can mummah stay wittew bit, jus fow huggies, pwease.â
Victoria smiled down at him, overjoyed that her plans were working so quickly. âOf course baby, mummy can stay a bit longer.
She lowered herself back down and softly petted Reek as he lay on her lap, staying with him until heâd fallen asleep.
It would be the last peace he ever knew.
The next day, Reek awoke to Victoria gently shaking him, he immediately smiled upon seeing her but that smile dropped when he saw the frown on her face. Then his own expression turned to horror when he saw the familiar box behind her.
The box that was already started to pant.
âMummah? Wha am dat?â
âReek Iâm⌠Iâm so sorry baby.â
âMummah pwease.â
âWhen I went to tell Raspberry what you had decided yesterday, she had already put more babies inside of her.â
âMummah nu, Week nu wan.â
âShe said she couldnât wait, she was so excited to have the biggest litter ever. And I canât take babies away once theyâre inside a soon-mummah.â
Reek rushed forward, gripping tightly onto Victoriaâs knee and holding off for dear life. Tears and piss and shit all leaked out of him as he pleaded with his mother.
âPWEASE MUMMAH! NU WET WOWSTESH MUNSTAH GIB WEEK BAD HUGGIES! NU WET WEEK BE MAWE GAIN! WEEK WUB MUMMAH, MUMMAH SABE WEEK PWEASE!â
Victoria pulled him off her and stood up, making her best upset face as she did. âI wish I could Reek, I wish there was any other way. But payment is due, and we need to make it now.â
Without waiting for Reek to protest any further, she reached into the box and pulled out the familiar tricolour coat of Patriot. The hefty stallion licked his lips at the sight of sight of Reekâs quivering form.
âHehe, hewwo gain enfie dummeh.â
âNU!â
Reek sprinted, he wasnât sure where to, but he wound find a place. To his horror, the basement that had felt so large and imposing just the day before, now felt cramped and tiny, nothing but concrete walls surrounded him on all sides. Nothing had changed within the basement, Victoria had just added additional lights to brighten up the dark corners, showing Reek what was always there.
Absolutely nothing.
The shock of having nowhere to hide stalled Reek long enough for Patriot to catch up with him. Reek screamed and tried to kick away, but Patriot smacked him hard in the ribs, knocking Reek to the dirt and leaving him winded.
âHuuuughh, pwease⌠nu moweâŚ.â
âPatwiot nu need wisten tu enfie dummehs wike yu. Patwiot du wha wan wiv yu.â
Reek was openly sobbing, too bruised and winded to fight back as Patriot kicked open his back legs, and a moment later the old familiar sting ripped through him.
âHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!â
âEnf, enf, enf, enf, enf, enf.â
Being ass-raped by the same stallion twice was bad enough for Reekâs mental health, but somehow this was even more humiliating that before. The dusty kitchen floor was spotless silver compared to the wet, earthy muck of the basement floor. The news Fluff growing on his shaven belly was smothered in filth as Reek was repeatedly drugged across the muck, one of Patriotâs hoofs was pinning Reekâs neck, leaving his head close to a small puddle of watery grey run-off, where every thrust of Patriotâs hips splashed the water into Reekâs mouth.
Eventually Reek stopped fighting, he didnât have it within him to push back anymore. So he just lay there and took it, like the pathetic wretch he was. Not good for anything for another stallionâs fuck toy.
It took Patriot several more thrusts to notice the change in demeanour. âDummeh nu twying, yu make fow bowing enfies, put mowe effowt in.â
Before Reek could wonder what that meant, Patriot leaned forward and bit down on one of Reekâs wings.
âNNNNAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!â
The crushing, ripping pain on his precious, delicate wing lit a fire inside Reek and he started fighting once more, fighting to escape this monster Fluffy, with his cock still in his ass and his teeth still biting down on his wing.
âWET GU OF WINGIE, WET GU OF WINGIE! WOWSTESH HUWTIES!â
âEnfenfenfenfenfenfenfenfenfenfâ
Patriot only moved faster, his hips and his head moving in tandem so that every thrust yank harder on Reekâs wing, sending shockwaves of pain pulsing through the Alicorn. As Patriot got closer and closer to completion, he started biting down harder, to the point where Reek could feel tiny trickles of blood dripping down his back.
âPWEASE NU TAKE WINGIE, WEEK NEED WINGIE, WEEK AM GUD FWUâŚâ
âGD FFFLLS!â
CRUNCH
Patriot fell backwards, his cum firing into Reekâs asshole once again. But Reek wasnât paying attention to the hot liquid leaking inside of him, he was looking at the remains of his right wing, complete bitten off by Patriot and discarded like nothing, just a blood-stained, filth soaked piece of trash, just like itâs owner.
Reek barely felt it as Patriot was lifted up and out of him by Victoria, she put the tricolour stallion back into the box and carried him upstairs, leaving the box just outside the door before returning to Reek.
She found the Alicorm trembling as fear and adrenaline coursed through his body, his eyes fixed on the tattered remains of his wing.
âYou did so well Reek, mummy loved you very much for doing that.â
âHe⌠he⌠munstah takw wingie.â
âI know he did Reek, that wasnât supposed to happen.â
âWe⌠Week am wingâŚwingie-pointy. Need⌠need wingies tu b⌠be wingie-pointy.â
âYou still have one wing, youâre still my special little guy. Hey, I know what will cheer you up, I just got a video message from Raspberry, why donât we watch it together and see what nice things she says about you.â
Victoria set her phone up in front of Reek, letting her screen be all he could see. She queued up the Raspberry video she took a few days ago and pressed play.
And she instantly had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.
âNoba am dummeh munstah, nu gib Waspbewwy gud nummies, nu twy hawd enuff. Noba am jus dummeh babbeh Fwuffy, nu du aneefing wight. If Noba nu gib Waspbewwy bestesh nummies, Waspbewwy neba wet Noba see babbehs eba. Noba am dummeh munstahâŚ.â
The video repeated, all of Raspberryâs vitriol and hatred for Reek spilled out of her over and over and over again, all Reek could do was watch, the pain and heartbreak crept over him as he realised he would never be good enough for her. No matter how much pain he went through, no matter how many parts of him were broken, bloodied or bruised, how much of him was cut off or how much trauma he went through, Raspberry would always want more, would never care at the cost it was to him, just so long as she was happy.
His mate, his first and only love, the mother of his unborn children, and she hated him so much she would choose to let him be raped by another stallion, just so she could have more foals.
It started as a lump in his throat, but Reek could feel it growing, pushing itself out of him like, making its way up his neck like vomit until he could do nothing to hold it back.
âWe⌠Week wa⌠Week wan diâŚ.â
Suddenly the screen went black, Raspberryâs cruel voice went silent and Reek was gathered into Victoriaâs bosom for a hug.
âOh Iâm so sorry Reek, if I had known she said such cruel things, I never wouldâve shown you that video. Itâs ok, mummy has you, mummy still loved you.â
The lump in his throat dissolved and Reek hugged Victoria back, of course he still had mummy, the one person who had always loved him, the one person who had never hurt him. She was everything to him, and in that moment, Reek knew he would so anything she asked, just to make her happy.
The next couple of days were uneventful, Victoria used the excuse of Reekâs severed wing as evidence of an overpayment, giving him a rest from torture for a little while. It gave Victoria a chance to keep a better eye on Raspberry â the little bitch was still a ways off from popping but Victoria knew not to fully trust her â but it also allowed her the time to test if her plans were coming along the way she wanted them to.
And she knew just the way to test it.
After a couple days with no pain inflicted upon him, Reek was surprised when he saw Victoria descending the basement stairs with a carrier cage in her hand, a cage very similar to the one Raspberry had been brought home in.
âMummah? Wha am dat?â
âThis? Why, this is someone I want you to meet.â
Victoria set the cage down and opened the door, inside a sparkly yellow unicorn mare with a white mane stepped out, she looked around her dingy surroundings with unease until she saw Reek and raced over to meet him.
âHewwo nyu fwiend, am Wemondwop, yu wan pway?â
âWemondwop? Um, hewwo, am Week. Wai am Wemondwop hewe?â
âNu knyo, nyu mummah say hab impowtant wowkies tu du wiv wingie-pointy fwiend.â
Lemondrop moved closer and sniffed the air, catching something familiar on Reekâs body.
âYu smeww wittew wike Waspbewwy, yu knyo Waspbewwy?â
Reek nodded. âYeh, she am⌠she was speciaw-fwiend, nu fink she wike Week aneemowe.â
âOh, da a shame, Wemondwop an Waspbewwy be bestesh fwiend in Fwuff-mawt tiww Waspbewwy gu tu nyu homesie. Wemondwop nu see hew in many fowebas. Am Waspbewwy hewe?â
As Lemondrop looked around the room excitedly, Reekâs face soured, if this yellow idiot was friends with Raspberry he wanted nothing to do with her. Thankfully Victoria picked up on his discomfort and made her move.
âReek? Do you know why Iâve brought Lemondrop here today?â
Reek shook his head.
âItâs because sheâs a bad Fluffy, and I want you to punish her.â
Lemondropp stopped looking around and turned to face Victoria, her face frozen in shock. âWHA?! NU! Wemondwop am gud Fwuffy, awways du sharies, neba make bad poopies.â
âSheâs a bad Fluffy Reek, she hates monster Fluffies, she gives forever sleepies to monster foals.â
âNU! DAT AM WIE!â Wemondwop wub mun⌠wub wingie⌠wub⌠Wemondwop neba gib ANEE babbehs foweba sweepies fow ANEE weason.â
Lemondrop was telling the truth, but her shock and frantic efforts to defend herself were putting doubts in Reekâs mind. He did have to admit, she didnât look like a killer, but mummy had never lied to him, and she was friends with Raspberry.
In an instant, Reek made his choice, and he walloped Lemondrop across the face, immediately dislocating her jaw.
âOOOUUUUHHHIIIEEESS! Ai u gig uwies uu emunahp?â The yellow mare pleaded for mercy, her voice muffled by her out of place mouth.
âYu am WOWSTESH Fwuffy, yu gib babbehs foweba sweepies, Week hatchu, HATCHU!â
âUH! UH! IH UH UOOH!â
Reek looked over towards Victoria. âWha mummah wan Week du wiv dummeh?â
âPunish her Reek, give her sorry hoofies until sheâs learnt her lesson. Kill her if you have to.â
Suddenly all the bravado drained from Reek. âMuâŚmummah mean, gib dummeh foweba sweepies?â
âI do Reek. Youâre not questioning me are you?â
âN⌠nu, it just⌠Week neba gib anudda Fwuffy foweba sweepies befowe, it am wittew scawy.â
Victoria had expected this response, but she still scowled at him all the same.
âReek. If you love mummy youâll do what she says. You DO love mummy donât you? Or are you a bad Fluffy as well?â
âNU! Nu, Week am gud Fwuffy, Week gib munstah mawe foweba sweepies, wook.â
Reek turned back to Lemondrop who had tried to sneak away while he was distracted and started pounding his hoofs until her ribs. His heart wasnât fully in it so the damage wasnât as hard as it couldâve been, but Lemondrop still felt his body shake and crack with every thump.
âWook mummah, Week am gud Fwuffy, gib dummeh wowstesh huwties.â
Desperate for his motherâs love, Reek kept pounding his hoods onto Lemondropâs side, then he started pounding harder, and harder, and harder, until he was clearly breaking ribs and bruising organs, blood began to seep out of Lemondropâs broken mouth and still he pummelled.
All his anger, all his frustrations, everything that he had gone through over the last few days came rushing out of him as for the first time in far too long, he felt strong, stronger than this weak little mare, stronger than that monster Patriot, stronger than stupid fucking Raspberry and her stupid fucking children.
âWEEK AM STWONG! WEEK AM STAWWION! WEEK GIB BIGGESH DUMMEHS WOWSTESH HUWTIES!â
He moved from Lemondropâs side to her face, kicking her over and over again, breaking her nose, bruising both of her eyes, blood splattered every inch of her face until you couldnât see the yellow Fluff for all the red.
It was only when Reek stopped to catch his breath that Lemondropâs desperation caused her to start running, but half-blind and disoriented, she didnât get far before Reek pounced on her, landing on top of her as she collapsed to the floor.
âMUNSTAH MAWE NU GU ANEEWHEWE! MUNSTAH STAY HEWE TIWW⌠TIWWâŚâ
Reekâs thoughts trailed off as he realised the position he was in, and how close his nu-nu stick was to Lemondropâs special-place. He had been emasculated twice since having enfies with Raspberry, having been fucked more times than heâs done the fucking, and he wasnât about to go any further without tipping the balance in his favour.
By the time that heâs positioned himself correctly, his cock was already rock hard and pushed inside of Lemondrop with only mild resistance.
âUUUUUGGGHHHHAAAAHHHH!!!â
The mangled cries of agony that came from Lemondrop as she was assaulted were ugly to listen to, but Victoria remained still as she watched the events unfold.
âEnf, enf, enf, enf, take dis, enf, enf, enf, dummeh munstah mare. Enf, enf, enf, enf, take sowwy enfies, enf, enf.â
Reek was pistoning in and out of her, ignoring her crying and her garbled pleas for him to stop. He wouldnât stop, not when he finally felt strong again, not when he was taking back what he was owed, not when he finally no longer felt like a victim.
Lemondrop tried to pull herself away, but a swift hoof to the back of the head slammed her face into the dirt, she tried to lift her head again, but Reek punched her down again, and again, and again.
âEnfenfenfenfenf⌠stay downâŚ. EnfenfenfenfenfenfâŚ. MunstahâŚ. Enfenfenfenfenfenfenfenf STAY! ENFENFENFENFENFENFENF! DOWN! ENFENFENFENFENF!â
A violent shuddered shot through Reek, simultaneously he bucked his hips forward and pressed his hoofs down until there was a loud crack, followed byâŚ.
âGUD FEEWS!â
Reek finished inside of her, the violated mare did nothing as rope after rope of pent up jizz soaked her womb. It was almost a fill minute before Reek finished cumming and pulled himself out of Lemondrop.
As he caught his breath he looked over and realised that Lemondrop was dead, her neck broken during his climax.
Turning his eyes away from the corpse, Reek looked over at Victoria, his mother calmly smoking a cigarette next to the tiny window near the roof.
âAm sowwy mummah, Week nu mean gib munstah mawe foweba sweepies su soon.â
Victoria smiled and stubbed out his cigarette on the concrete wall before kneeling down and stroking Reek on his head.
âReek⌠you were fucking perfect.â
and added another victim to her sick play 