Hello everyone, and welcome to the final chapter of the small Lavender arc of the story. Lavender is up to no good, but fortunately the nearest blood starved cannibal is here to save the day.
Fun Fact: Scourge fights of his free will, even before gaining intelligence from FP-17.
. . .
You’re Abul, and are rushing around the house in a panic, Scourge trailing behind you. Trying to get ready for a date with Mabel, you want to make sure you have a good first impression for her. Throwing clothes everywhere, you look for something that looks decent enough for a man who makes money off of dead biotoys.
“Dad, calm the hell down. You two have met up a long time, I don’t think she’ll be mad if you don’t dress up like a documentary narrator.”
He’s right. Mabel never was too formal. You throw on something that looks nice, and clean yourself up. You pet Scourge, tell him you’ll probably be back in a while, and step out the door. Mabel doesn’t actually have a car, so you get in yours, and speed over to her house.
. . .
“Now listen Odin, Acorn’s going to pop soon, so I want you here. I have no idea if it’s tomorrow or today, but I trust you can handle it.”
“Don’t stress yourself out. Go to Abul, I can handle it. Memories, remember? I’m sure one of the fuckers in my head has dealt with a delivery. Hopefully.”
“You’re right. And you have my full permission to deliver an ass kicking if Lavender acts like a brat again. Just keep Pretzel under control. I think anger triggers his blood frenzy.”
“Got it. Maybe we should grab a feral smarty and let him snack on the fucker.”
“Decent idea. I’m going to go now, bye!” And with that, Mabel’s gone. You go back into the safe room (you have permission to leave whenever, Mabel set up a mechanism that only you know how to use), and look at the herd. Lavender’s silent, yet still sobbing from the light-speed whipping Mabel gave her. Serves the little shit right. You look at Seashell, who’s attempting to cheer up Pretzel. Peanut refuses to leave Acorn’s side, but you notice Pretzel trembling a bit. You walk up to the pair.
“Bwuddah, Pwetzew nu wan tawkies.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
You sit down next to Pretzel as Seashell sadly walks off to sit by Acorn, telling her how great of a mother she’ll be. You don’t doubt it, when you first met her, Seashell said the first thing she thought of was Pretzel starving and not her. Pretzel’s still trembling, so you nudge him.
He lets out a sharp sucking noise, and a small whimper of pain. You look closer, and he’s nibbling his hoof, and just drew blood with his teeth.
“Pretzel, snap the hell out of it! You’re hurting yourself.” He’s desperately licking away the blood. To fuel his craving or to distract himself, you don’t know. You tell him you’ll be right back, Mabel set up ways to get on counters and high places in the rooms so you can access things you need. In this case, you’re heading over to the bathroom for bandages. Oh well.
. . .
That dummeh smarty was gone, time to set your plan into motion. You waddle up to the mare, and the poopie nummer and monster back off in fear. You flip over the mare, and raise your hooves. She’s oblivious to it right now, giggling because she didn’t see you. Then you swing down, right onto her tender stomach. The pain shoots through her like a lightning bolt, and a bit of blood comes out of her special place.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OWWIES! BIGGES’ POOPIES!”
You hear a loud “FUCK” come from another room, and a crashing noise. You back away in fright. They were about to be born! Then you couldn’t ever have babies! No! NO! You turn around, and see Odin limping back. He enters the safe room.
“MOVE IT, PEANUT! FLIP HER BACK OVER!”
The poopie nummer scrambles over, and flips her back upright. Everything was going wrong. Odin runs up, more like shambling, and looks at her, thinking.
“Seashell, lick her face! Calm her down!” The munstah obeys and begins comforting the poopie mare, and the poopie nummer goes to the back of her.
“SEE WUN BABBEH! AM POINTIE BABBEH!”
Odin flicks his tail, and keeps on overseeing the operation.
. . .
You’re Pretzel, and you’re so excited yet so depressed. Your brothers and sisters were begin born! But you didn’t walk over to see. Your hoof hurt too much, and your head hurt from the scent of blood that was coming out of Acorn. Odin turns to you.
“Pretzel, come over and help clean them! Wait, that’s not a good idea… just stay there, and you better not nibble your damn hoof.” You give him a slight smile, but inside you feel shattered. You were such a monster that your smarty didn’t trust you with your siblings. Then you realized you don’t trust yourself, either. You blink tears out of your eyes, and watch on in sadness.
. . .
And so, three foals were born. A red unicorn colt with a green tail, a purple earthie filly with a white tail, and a yellow pegasus filly with a brown mane. After all the foals were born, Odin looked tired.
“I don’t feel so good… shi-” And he falls over, unconscious. You take a step forwards when you notice Lavender creeping up to the newborn foals. A cruel grin on her face, she slowly raises her hoof. All at once, a thousand voices in your head screech in rage, terror, disgust, every negative emotion you could think of. Time seemed to slow down as you saw it slowly lower. You felt foam dripping at your lips. You should have done this from the start.
You let loose a guttural roar, and a wave of fury washes over you. You spring over, and grab her tail with your teeth, and begin to clench.
“OWWIES! NU HUWT TAIW DUMMEH POOPI-” A muffled scream is all you answer back, as you yank your head and leap back at the same time. A tearing noise is all you hear.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PWETTY TAIW! NUUUUUHUHUHU! GU WAY MUNSTAH!”
Lavender manages to scramble away, and out of fear, manages to scramble over the gate that kept you in the safe room. You look at your family, your herd, and they see you, with feral, bloodshot eyes, and a fluffy’s tail hanging in your teeth. You were a monster.
“Wha’ am Pwetzew waitin’ fow? Gu gif meanie FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!” You stare at Seashell in shock. Then you realized, This is what Odin meant. Only eat bad fluffies. You spit out the tail, and Acorn smiles. You scramble up the fence with newfound strength, and drink in the scent of fresh blood to find Lavender. You find her under a table, sobbing about her tail. Before she can run, you pin her down. You lean into her ear.
“Do Wavendew knyo wha’ smawty towd Pwetzew wun bwight time?”
“N-nu! Pwease nu huwties! Wiww nu huwt babbehs!”
“Smawty teww Pwetzew dat he sabe Pwetzew wen was wittow babbeh. Smawty mak’ bad smawty’s weggies dummeh, an’ bad smawty nao haf bad speciaw huggies ebwey bwight time, an num poopies.”
Horror covers her face, but you show your sharp, flesh rending teeth. “Bu’ Pwetzew nu be nice wike Smawty. Pwetzew wiw num aww yu wingies, aww wu weggies, an gif wowstest huwties.” Before she can respond, you lock your teeth on her right wing. She instantly begins to scream and flail, and you feel something inside it pop between your teeth.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OWWIES!” You tear the wing off, the pop seemed to make it easier. You feel the feeble appendage crunch and squish in your mouth, and you swallow the mutilated flesh and bone. It tastes amazing. You go for the other wing. You clench your teeth until you hear the popping noise, and tear it off and swallow it too. Ignoring the screams, you let go, but just for a second, and flip her over.
“WAI WONG WAY UPSIES!? WEGGIES NU WOWK!” She won’t have legs to use in a bit. You sink your teeth into her front right leg, and tear it the chunk out. “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PWEASE NU NUM WAVENDEW, AM GUD FWUFFY! HUUUUHUUUUU!” You chew and swallow it. It tastes way better than the wing, so you go for seconds. Then thirds. Then fourths. And repeat this until the leg is stripped down to the bone. Then, you grip the bone, and tear it out, leaving it on the floor. A snack for later. You gaze into her terrified, agony inflicted eyes.
“Nu cwy Wavendew.”
“Nu mowe huwties…?”
You chuckle. You lick the blood off your lips. “Nu. Pwetzew stiww nee’ num aww weggies.” Her eyes widen even more some how, and you set to work. What a feast.
. . .
You’re Odin, and Acorn just had her foals. Three pretty little things, but when you wake up from a short coma, you smell blood. You snap up and nearly barrel into Seashell getting up, and notice Lavender’s tail on the floor.
“WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”
The scent of blood trailed out the safe room. You don’t wait for an answer. You spring into action and exit. You hear crying, and what you were most scared of, chewing. You sprint over, and find a gruesome scene. Blood everywhere, bones strewn everywhere, with Pretzel in the center, smiling, chewing on… a leg bone? You look over, and see the mutilated form of Lavender. Legless, wingless, and crying, you see her leg bones are still jutting out from her body. Pretzel must’ve ripped them out.
“PRETZEL, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
“Am doin wha’ Smawty sai. Dummeh Wavendew twy tu gif fowebah sweepies tu chiwpie babbeh. Smawty teww Pwetzew dat Smawty sabe Pwetzew wen wus babbeh by makin bad smawty’s weggies dum. Pwetzew haf tummeh huwties, su Pwetzew num wegs an’ wingie.”
You look at the scene in disbelief. He did all of this to protect your herd? To make you proud? He mutilated this bitch mare all to save his herd? Then a horrible thought crossed your mind. Has she been hurting the herd this whole time? If Scourge’s theory was real, then she was planning to kill Acorn’s foals. She tried when they were born, but Pretzel stopped her.
“Pretzel… has she been hurting the herd since she got here?”
“Hmph. Yesh. Mak’ daddeh wick poopie pwace. Gif sowwy poopies tu Seasheww. Gif mummah’s tummeh babbehs huwties. Teww hewd dat if nu du wat Wavendew sai, den gif mummah’s babbehs fowebah sweepies.” Oh god, you were wrong this whole time. But you couldn’t feel anything but pride. This poor, reluctant cannibal let go of his instincts, and mutilated this asshole who thought she could get away with all of this. Lied to you, ate her limbs, all to protect his family.
“Go back to the safe room. I’ll be there.”
Pretzel grabs a leg bone and waddles off, chewing on it the whole way. Lavender finally stops crying and notices you.
“HUUU HUUU! SMAWTY! HEWP WAVENDEW! PWEASE! chirp WOWSTEST OWWIES! NU HAF WEGGIES!” You trot over, and promptly shit on her head. You don’t do it often, but she deserves it. She cries and sobs more, and eventually is forced to eat it to keep pleading. “PWEASE! FWUFFY AM SOWWY! WIWW NU HUWT BABBEHS! ONWY WAN’ BABBEHS, BU’ MUMMAH SAI NU CAN HAF BABBEHS IF POOPIE MAWE HAF BABBEHS!”
You ignored her cries. You remembered something. Mabel had this thing she used on her hair, said don’t touch it or it’ll burn like hell. You trot over to the bathroom, and manage to find it and bring it back. You press a vibrant red button on it. Nothing happens. You see the end of the wire matches with a hole in the wall. You shove the plug into the socket, and a hissing noise comes out as it heats up. You trot over, carrying it from a safe distance, and press it on the stumps.
“SSSSSSSSSSSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BUWNIE HUWTIES! OWWIES! chirp peep PWEASE NU MOWE!”
You repeat the process for all the stumps, and the wings, and leave her there. All is well, you suppose.
. . .
You’re Abul, and can’t be more excited. The date went very well, and Mabel decided that you and Scourge should meet the rest of the family. You head back to your place, and Scourge wakes up.
“Hey dad. Am I getting a mom now or…”
“Er- maybe. But now we’re going to meet Odin’s herd.”
“Finally. Odin told me he saved his sister and his other members by using my spine breaking attack. I want to see how they turned out.”
“Great.”
. . .
You arrive at the house, and instantly Scourge starts sniffing.
“What’s up?”
He turns to Mabel. “Mabel, why do I smell blood in your house?”
Mabel is wide-eyed. “Uhhh… I really hope that means that Acorn gave birth and not a death. We better get inside.” She powerwalks to the door, and struggles with the keys to unlock the door. She manages to open it, and the stench of blood and shit hits you.
“God, Mabel, the hell do you keep in here?”
“I don’t know! Lavender’s probably acting like a brat. Let’s get to the saferoom.”
She walks in, and you drop Scourge over, then you see Mabel staring at the side of the room. Your eyes follow hers, and you see a lavender tail on the floor, blood surrounding it. And Pretzel is casually chewing on a bone, lips covered in blood, as Seashell nuzzles him. She doesn’t talk to them, but runs off. You run after her, and she stops.
“Holy hell… What the fuck…” You look near the table, and it’s disturbing. Lavender, Mabel’s new fluffy, is sobbing to herself. A hair straightener is on the floor, covered in blood. Lavender is missing her legs, and wings, and her face is covered in shit. Three of her leg bones are on the floor. Pretzel must’ve taken the other one.
“Mabel… what the hell am I looking at?”
“I don’t know! Get her on the table!” You obey, and haul her up, and plop her on the table.
“The wounds are cauterized. I don’t know how.” You look over at Mabel, who is staring at the hair straightener.
“Gotta be this. It’s plugged in, and hot. No way any fluffy other than one like Scourge or Odin could’ve done this. We need to go back. NOW.”
You don’t waste time arguing. You grab Lavender, and rush back to the safe room. A better look at the scene. Odin and Scourge are casually talking with the herd, and Acorn is nursing foals.
“ODIN! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?”
Odin flinches, and turns back. She points at Pretzel. “AND YOU! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EATING LAVENDER’S LEG BONE?”
Seashell walks up. “Nu huwt Pwetzew, mummah! Pwetzew am gud fwuffy!” Mabel sighs, and before she can answer, Seashell goes on a rant. “Meanie Wavendew huwt hewd ebah since Wavendew cum hewe! Gif sowwy poopies to Seasheww! Huwt Acown’s tummeh babbehs wen Peanut nu wick poopie pwace! Twy tu gif babbehs fowebah sweepies!”
“Nuuuhuuuhuuhu… nu am twue… am guf fwuffy! Fwuffy nu huwt hewd!”
Mabel stares in disgust. She’s obviously lying. She throws Lavender on the ground, and turns to you. “I’m… sorry. The house isn’t this much of a mess usually…”
“Don’t apologize to me. They need one.” You point to the herd. Mabel walks in, and promptly collapses on the floor, letting the fluffies overtake her.
“Mom, I fell on my leg and passed out when Acorn gave birth. Couldn’t protect the babies. I’m sorry.”
“And how did you fall on your leg?”
“Was trying to get a bandage. Pretzel bit his own hoof in his blood frenzy. But I think he’s just fine nibbling those bones.”
“God. Today’s such a mess…”
You crouch down next to her. “More like a shitstorm. But hey, look at that. Three new foals. All in perfect condition. All because of this little psychopath.” You pet Pretzel. Knocking at the door interrupts you.
“Odin… who is it.”
“It’s Caiden. I can tell from the scent of a hundred fluffies.”
“Your brother’s here? Don’t know if he wants to see this.” You tell Mabel. She just puts a finger to your mouth, hauls herself up, and answers the door.
“Hey Mabel! er- you look like a mess, no offense.” He looks at you. And smiles. “Oh. I see what’s going on here. Maybe I shoul-”
“No! Nothing like that! Just… had a problem with the fluffies.” She invites him in.
“Same here. Lost a perfectly good Alicorn. Nice colors too. What happened with you…” his voice trails off as he spots the pile of blood, shit and bones.
“So then. Is this your confession of being an abuser?”
“No. It was Pretzel. To sum it up, Lavender’s been an asshole this whole time, was harassing the herd, tried to kill Acorn’s foals, and then Pretzel mutilated her, and Odin cauterized her wounds with my hair straightener.”
He looks at you in confusion. “Hey, it’s true. Abul, by the way.” You move to shake his hand. For the next few hours, you all clean up the mess, and Caiden leaves. Mabel lets you crash at her place, and Scourge sleeps with you.
. . .
A nameless fluffy, finally feeling hope. It’s been a whole day of traveling. You went to sleep hungry, and you continued your trek today. Through the greenery and wilds, you eventually reach a fence. Attached to a house of course, and you see a hole in the fence. You thank the three Jellenheimers silently, and squeeze through. This has to be it. You collapse on the ground, and cry to yourself from happiness. Then you hear a grunt from behind you, and turn around.
“Finawwy. Smawty foun’ dummeh munstah.” More fluffies pile in. No, you came so far. All of it was going to end at the finish line. A toughie came up to you, and before you could speak, bashed a hoof into your face. Then again. And again. You cried and you couldn’t get up from the pain. He raised his hoof to finish you off, and an orange blur shot out, slamming into the toughie.
