“Hab two babbehs onwy!” The red and purple mare begged, pleading to find a new home. After her herd, along with her special friend and 3 other babies, were mauled by barkie munstahs, she was left with two babies and nowhere to go.
Her declaration of two babies wasnt a bartering tactic, but her barely explaining her trauma of only having two babies left, a pink and purple foal, and red and green foal. I picked up the first foal and to give it a quick look over, while the mummah got nervous.
“Cawefuh wiff widdow babbeh, dats mummahs onwy babbehs,” she whimpered, worried for her progeny, but also trying not to ruin her chances with a new lease on life. The baby begins cheeping in minor distress.
“Peep! Chirp! Ba’ upsies…” the foal whimpered, causing the mare to tap her hooves anxiously. I look down at the mare.
“What’s the story? Dont you fucks have a, er, special friend or something?”
The mare got even more antsy, and tears started forming on her face.
“Huu, owd daddeh wunnit wet Wose hab babbehs, su Wose wun way an foun bestest spechow fwien! We hab wots of babbehs, an eben fine gud hewd! Buh, huuhuu… buh BAWKIE MUNSTAS CUM AN NUM EBY WUN! HUUHUU DEY NUM WOSE’S SPECHOW FWIEN AN ODEW BABBEHS! HUUHUU, WOSE CUD ONWY SABE TWO BABBEHS! HUUHUUHUU,” the mare began breaking down crying and shaking, causing the foal on the ground to become distressed and start doing the “foal dance” I heard they do when they, their mother, and/or their owner are distressed, an involuntary reaation to calming those around it down and gain safety and attention from them.
“Wook! Cheep! Babbeh am dancie babbeh fow mummah! Peep! Dancie babbeh wub mummah!”
The foal in my hand struggled to release himself, desperate himself to comfort his mother.
“Cheep! Wet babbeh gu! Nee’ mummah! Peep!”
It was clear that these foals were further along as tawkie babbehs, and wouldnt be too long until weaned, but still needed there mother for now, as well as serving as her rock.
I bend down, and with my free hand, start petting the sullen mare.
“Shhh, its ok sweetie, its all ok. How about you live with me, where I can take care of your precious babies? You want that?” I ask her, scratching her face, and her sobs turning to coos.
“Coo… sniffle… yus, Wose wub tu stay wiff nyu daddeh,” she says, warming up to me. I slowly work my hand down until its close to the other baby, before snatching it up as well. This causes the Rose to panic.
“NUUUUU! DADDEH, DEM WOSE’S ONWY BABBEHS, TU WIDDOW FOW UPSIES, PWEASE GIB TU MUMMAH!” She screams. I move the red and green foal into the hand with the purple and pink foal, who quickly lock in a hug with each other, peeping in distress and trying to comfort eachother. With my new free hand, I smack Rose across the face, causing her to recoil with “SKREEEE,” but stifling the crying. I then lean down to her.
“No, no more crying. I havent hurt your babies, and if you want to a have a new home with a loving daddy, you do not scream and tell daddy what to do. Now, if you understand, lets go inside and get you some food. How does spaghetti sound?”
The mare quickly changes gears from being sad, to elated with those magic words. Even the foals were excited, as skettis was hardcoded into fluffies as some ambrosia.
“Daddeh gib Wose skettis! Wub! Fankyuu, fankyuu, bestest daddeh!”
“Peep! Skettis! Yay!”
“Cheep! Wub!”
With the foals in hand, and the mother in tow, i lead them inside my house. As we walk towards the living room, there is a doggie gate set up to separate the kitchen from the rest of the house. I bring the fluffies in to the kitchen and close the gate behind us. The fluffies were in awe other their new home.
“Cheep! Whoa!”
“Su big! Peep! Nyu housie fow fwuffies?”
Even the mare was excited, as being a former domestic, she new what a kitchen looked like.
“Nummie pwace!? Daddeh gib skettis nao?” She asked while sitting on her haunches. I laugh, and set the foals on the counter.
“Yup, I have some left over in the fridge,” I tell her, as I walk to the fridge and grab a decent container of leftover spaghetti. I take the lid off and walk over to the mare.
“Ready for daddy’s bestest skettis?” I ask
“Yus, daddeh! Nu hab nummies fow su wong, nee’ bestest skettis fow maek bestest miwkies fow mummah’s babbehs!” The foals on the counter begin to get anxious, looking down at the delicious sketti.
“Peep! Babbeh wan bestest skettis tuu!”
“Cheep! Am babbeh ba’? Chirp!”
Before I set it down, the mare addresses her foals.
“Babbehs tu widdow fow skettis! Babbehs wiww get bestest miwkies afta doh!” And with this, they begin to dance and babble about bestest miwkies.
I sat down the spaghetti, and Rose immediately digs in to the big pile of leftovers, so engrossed into her meal she doesnt even look up at anything.
“Daddy will be right back, i have new friends i want to show you!”
The mare barely chokes a response out. “munch munch otay daddeh munch munch”
I pick up the two foals, and before they can make a noise, I put my thumbs over their throats, cutting off the airways to keep the quiet as I step over the doggie gate. I then make my way to my back porch and open the door.
Two giant dogs bust through the door, one an english bulldog, the other a blue nose pitt. They follow me to the living room, and after putting the two foals in to one hand, i start petting the two well trained dogs each.
“Whos my good puppies, huh? I got a treat for my little babies!” And as soon as i say that, the foals turn and see the dogs I was petting, who started making scaredy pees and poopies.
“M-m-munstah… Peep!”
“Cheep! Peep! Chirp! S-scawey!” They wail, as they struggle to get out of my hand, as the two dogs continue standing at attention, not making any movements without my say so, but salivating at the foals in hand.
I start to walk to the kitchen, dogs in tow, just to see Rose slurping the last bit of noodles. She finally hears her babies distress, and goes to address them before looking up.
“It am otay, babbehs, mummah hab dah bestest miwkies fow yuuUUUUU, SKREEEEEE! BAWKIE MUNSTAS! DADDEH! SABE FWUFFIES!” She shouts and begs, when she finally looks up.
“Rose! These are the new friends I was talking about! They loooooooove foals,” I say menacingly.
“Cheep! Scawey! PEEP! CHIRP!”
“NU! BAWKIE MUNSTAS! Peep! Nu 'gain! NU 'GAIN!” The foals cry, the last assualt of “bawkie munstas” fresh in their mind.
As the well trained dogs sit at attention, and know not to take anything from me with out verbal command, I start mock bringing the foals closer to the dogs mouths, before quickly bring it back, the foals losing their minds with sobbing and chirps. Rose is ballistic, and at first, starts slamming her body into the doggie gate, but her weak frame and strength did nothing but barely bend the gate, before lightly pawing the gate and pleading.
“P-pwease daddeh, gib babbehs tuu mummah. Dey nee’ miwkies, an hab wowest scawies…”
I flash her her a grin, and reply back to Rose.
“What did daddy say about telling daddy what to do?”
Rose starts to lose herself, on one hand, her foals are in danger from the meanie dogs, while on the other, her instincts are also screaming at her to be good and listen to their owner.
“Huu… buh-buh… daddeh nu huwt babbehs? Daddeh gabe Wose skettis an housie, daddeh mus be gud daddeh. Pwease be cawefuh…” she said, rapping her hooves on the goodie cage nervously.
“Good girl, now who wants some treats?” I ask. Rose starts doing happy taps, ignoring the continued distress of her foals, as well as the salivating dogs staring at the foals.
“Yus, daddeh! Wose wub tweaties!” Tapping her feet and bobbing her head in excitement.
“Thats great you think so, but they’re not for you. RUCA, BENTLEY, CATCH!” And with that, I chuck the two foals towards the big dogs maws, who catch them effortlessly, gnashing and shaking the foals in their mouth like a rag doll, blood, piss, and shit flying everywhere.
“SKREEEEE! CHEEP! CHEEP!”
“MUMMAH! HEWP! NU WAN BE NUMMIES WIKE HEWD! CHEEP!” The foals croaked out as the the bull dog and pitbull tore them apart, and shaking with them, ripping their instines out and tearing off their legs.
“NUUUUUUU! NU 'GAIN! MUMMAHS WASTEST BABBEHS! DADDEH PWEASE SABE BABBEHS!” She shouted, doubling down into tackling herself in to the gate.
The foals were quickly fading, as the pitbull Ruca tore out the pink foal’s throat, who could only make gurgling noises as it finally passed.
“NUUUUUUU! MUMMAH’S PINKY BABBEH! DADDEH PWEASE SABE WASTEST BABBEH! WHY DADDEH NU SABE BABBEH!” Rose devasted and desperate, begging as even I was her agressor, I was her daddeh who was supposed to keep her and her foals safe, who should obey.
Since throwing the foals in to the dogs, I had been recording the whole thing on my phone, the carnage and the mare’s despair. As Ruca just starts finishing eating the babbeh, Bently the bulldog then bit into the backside of the green foal, shaking the foal like it was a chew toy, as the green foal screamed, definitely snapping its spine.
“SKREEE-EEEE-EEEE! W-WOWEST POOPIE AN SPECHOW PWACE HUWTIES! CHEEP! CHEEP! NU FEEW WEGGIES! HUUHUUHUU” the foal cried through the onslaught, before Bently threw the foal up in the air, and snapping it in its jaws as it landed in its mouth, silencing the foal for good.
This had broke Rose, who not only lost her herd, her special friend, even three of her precious babies from an attack from bawkie munstas, she still managed to save two of her last two of her foals. And her one ray of hope, who had given her sketti and promised to love and house them, had betrayed her, and in a twisted fate of irony, I had recreated her last trauma, and just like the first ones, her last progeny faced the same fate, the last memory of her love and her special friend we gone. Gone to the vicious maws of more bawkie munstahs.
“NUUUUUUUU! WOSE MUMMAH NU MOWE! HAYCHU! HAYCHU BAWKIES MUNSTAS! TAKE EBYTING FWOM WOSE! HUUHUUHUU! WHY DADDEH WET BABBEHS GU FOWEBA SWEEPIES?! DEY WEWE BIG AND STWONG BABBEHS, AMOSH BIGG FWUFFIES! WOSE AM SU PWOUD OF BABBEHS, NAO AM MUMMAH NU MOWE! HUUHUUHUU!” She wailed, jumping up in down in pure anger and fury.
As the dogs finish tearing them apart, I reach my arms out to the mare, and due to their programing, it put her in the upsies position, through sobs and tears, i picked her up into an embrace.
“Shhhh, its ok, Rose, daddy is here. Daddy will let you have looooots of babies,” i replied sinisterly.
The mare, having hit her emotional and mental limit, shes operating on the bare minimum of consciousness.
“sniffle huuu, daddeh wet Wose hab mowe babbehs? W-Wose wud w-wike dat. Wose hab su… su many heawt huwties…” We then begin walking into the basement.
“Yes, gonna have lots and lots of babies…”
