Sounds Like You've Been Bad 2

"Fluffies if you go outside I will get you food"
> "NUU! Giff nummies now!"
"I'll get you spaghetti..."
> She drools as she hops through the house happily bouncing past her unconcious friend, smarty, and crying dame
> "Stupit fwuffies! I get skettie!"
> The foals are left behind
> They clumsily follow their mother outside
> "Mummah! Hungwy! Nummies pwease?"
> "NUUU! SKETTIES FOW MUMMAH ONWY!"
> She bucks the foal over now crying
> "Mummaaahhhnuuuuwwwwuuuuvvv! Waaaaah!"
> "Sissy nee huggies? Huggies hewp saddies"
> The foals hug their crying sister and cry with her
> "NOW! Dummy hoomin giff nummies to mummah!"
"Here is your spaghetti you bad mother"
> "What! I nuu bad mummah! I guu-AAAAAAAAH!"
> You blast her with intense directional sound
> For as long as the charge lasts you assault her ears
> She thrashes and flails legs screaming till she goes horse
> Good night ladies and gentlemen you've been a wonderful audience
> Anyway, the mother is now a catatonic foaming twitching mess
> All of her bodily fluids leaking out of her she barely manages a "Nuu bad mummah"
> The foals are hugging the green and yellow stallion
> "Fwuffy keep bebbehs safe, nuu huwties bebbehs"
> You leave them as you return inside
> The dame chewing on a cord again
> This time it's your broken chord for the power brick
"Hey don't chew on that you'll"
> After a loud buzz and flickering lights the dame is quite dead smoking even
> Her foals however are now lying on the floor very much alive
> Too young to talk, see, or understand that their mother is now dead they will die within the hour
> You gather the three slimy squeaking bodies and drop them into a Tupperware container with some water
> The foals squirm to the best of their ability but only achieve removing their afterbirth faster
> They sink like stones in the three inch deep water
> The foals give out one last bubble of air before sucking in water and drowning
> You turn to the stallion against the door
> He is up but waddling aimlessly
> Several times he falls over with a small "oucies"
> Looks like his ears are destroyed
> No center of balance
> You pick him up and pet his head
> He doesn't shit and babbles inanely
> "Fffawwfaaaiie wavvfff ggaaauudd haugies!!"
> Can't hear himself talking either
> You bring him out back and snap his neck throwing him onto the lawn
> You return and repeat for the smarty
> He threatens ouchies and bad poopies the whole way
> You break all of his legs instead and leave him with the corpse
> Once he sees his friends head twisted backwards his screams are louder than ever
> The dame is still smoking as you throw her onto the lawn
> You dump out her foals soaked bodies on her back
> The vultures and raccoons will feast well tonight
> One last job, you return to the front of the house
> The green and yellow fluffy still hugging the foals
> They're all still crying
> The mother is now silent and motionless
> You pick her up and bring her out back as well
> The small pile will be gone by tomorrow
> You return to the front of the house
"Fluffy you aren't a momma and these foals can't eat grass for a while would you like to stay until they are big enough?"
> "You... you nuu huwt fwuffy an bebbehs?"
"No, your smarty and the other fluffies were bad but you've been good. I'll let you stay"
> The foals are a handful but it was your fault that their mother died
> After a week they're big enough to survive on their own
> The new smarty leads his small herd of five away
> You smile as you watch the little herd waddle out the front door
> "Smawty get hewd nummies! Grassies ova dere!"
> Straight out the front door
> "Yaaaa-"
> The herd is hit by a truck as they enter the road
> There were no fluffy survivors