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It's been a long day.

For weeks the pounding in your head has been getting louder. Your appetite has waned again.

When you must be around people, each word, each syllable they spit from their vapid mouths causes newfound bubbling hate.

It is hard to think at times. You close your eyes and the images flash like showlights, as always - dark things, terrible things.

You used to be afraid of those thoughts, but they comfort you now. You have never hurt anyone before, not intentionally, and you think you are a good person.

You are a good person. Good enough.

You take two Ativan and hope it relaxes you enough to enjoy the end of your day but you already know it won't.

You feel the pressure in your head, the steam rising. You feel the call, that pushing, that tantalizing temptress that shrieks at you to give in.

But you can't. You couldn't hurt another person. Murderers always get caught nowadays and besides... do you really want to kill a person? A man, a woman? Make them suffer?

You're not sure. But with every blink the bloodlust returns, and even if dulled, it never leaves. It never has.

You can't keep going on like this.

You collapse into your chair and fume.

DNNK!

What was that?

DNK! DNK!

You drag yourself from the chair to the door. The thumping stops, but you hear the rustling of...some sort of critter. Probably a fucking coon. Those goddamn things never know when to stay the fu-

"Mistuh...mistuh pwease hewp Fwuffy..."

Oh my.

Her coat is filthy and her eyes are tired. She was originally yellow, at any rate.

She's trembling and afraid. The Autumn night brings cold, sharp winds.

They're rodents - pests - euthanized by the dozens at the shelter.

She is vulnerable.

Nobody cares about them

She needs help.

You won't get in trouble

She's alive.

You pause.

"Come in."

"F-f-fank you nice mistuh, fank you. su cold. nu nummies."

It waddles in and you close the door behind it.

It immediately heads towards your fireplace, already roaring with flames.

As soon as it feels the heat, it sighs. It flops, more like collapses, to its side and heaves.

Warmth. As soon as it catches its breath it nudges its back.

"Babbehs, wake up."

She speaks in almost a murmur.

"Babbeh, mummah have wawm spot. is kay babbeh I pwomise"

A rustle.

peep! peep!

A foal, still chirping, nuzzled deeply in its back fur.

The warmth seems to have rejuvinated it, and already it stirs with more excitment.

"I didn't say you could bring foals."

You pace purposefully towards them.

"Mummah keep fowes in fwuff - mo safer"

You reach your hand in to inspect it.

It snaps and tries to nip your hand away before curling around the foal with its body.

"NU TOUCHY - MEANIE MUNSTAHS GIV BABBEH HURTIES."

You immediately grab the bitch by her throat and shove her roughly against the floor.

She shrieks.

"NU TOUCHY! NU HUWT BABBEHS OR GIVE WORSTEST OWWIES! MUMMAH NO BE BAD MUMMAH WIKE MUMMAH. BABBEHS NO FOREVER SWEEPIES LIKE BRUDDER AND SISSY. ONWY GOT ONE BABBEH WEFT HUUHUU"

She tries to thrash around in an obviously futile attempt at freeing herself.

"BABBEHS AWW I HAF - NU HUWT BABBEHS!"

She obviously has had experiences with humans before. You smile, for the first time since you let these shitcreatures in.

You let go of her and she scampers up to protect her foals.

She puffs her cheeks out and tries terribly hard to look threatening.

"You still didn't hear what I said - I didn't say you could bring foals. Leave."

Her eyes soften with disappointment.

She goes to pick up her Foal.

"Ah-ah. You enjoyed the fire. You need to contribute."

Her inquisitive eyes dart up at you. You nod to the fire.

"Throw the foal in."

Her eyes widen and brim with tears. She holds back a choking sob.

"Nu"

"Then you get forever sleepies and I turn your fucking whore offspring into my personal pincushion."

She is shaking. She closes her eyes and tries to make the problem go away but the foals chirping brings her back.

"M-mummah."

The mare gasps.

"B-babbeh? Babbeh tawk?"

"M-mummah"

She bawls. She sobs and cries and shrieks on the floor as wave after wave of spasming tears grip her.

"Do it now."

You remove your belt and whip her roughly across the back with it illiciting further shreking.

"Now."

You raise your arm again and she scurries to her feet with the foal.

Trembling, she approaches the fireplace.

"M-mummah? wewe goin?"

Tears stream down the mare's agonized face.

"NOW"

A woosh of air.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MUMMAH MUMMAH HEWP MUMMAH MUMMAH HUWTIES MUMMA WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE"

The mother collapses again to the floor, bawling and rocking.

"Su sowwy babbeh am worstest mummah huhuuuu"

Something happens.

You feel warm.

"MUMMAH MUMMAH WAN DIE BUWNIES BUWNIES SCREEEEE"

It finally washes over you, the tingling peppermint of relaxtion.

"BABBEH! BABBEH! HUUUUUUU"

You collapse back into your chair and soak it in.

The foal at this point is merely shrieking as loud as it can. The mother is attempting to do similarly.

You close your eyes. You sigh deeply.

'This will do for now' you smile.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

'This will do for now.'

"So sowwy babbeh wan die"
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TheMonsterBehindMyFace: My debut~

Everything in this story is true except for what isn't
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kibbles_n_tits: This was interesting.
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Anonymous1: Feels the abuse part is a bit rushed.
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Anonymous2: you're a highly manic bipolar 1 with schizoid personality disorder too?!
and a sprinkling of sadism to top it off?!!
neato

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taufan99: The abuse part could have been more explicit.

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Room_340: Am I the only one disappointed that Mommah didn't get tossed in the fire too?

Interesting read. Welcome to the Booru.
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Anonymous3: guy needs a bullet in the back of his skull

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Bass: I enjoyed the complete devastation of the mommah more than the burning foal. Nicely done.
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TheMonsterBehindMyFace: @Anonymous:

Major Depressive Disorder and a bit of emotional neglect and early maternal trauma as a kid but otherwise fine ;)

@Anonymous: @taufan99:

I wanted to let the first fluffy off easy. There will be more and they will not be so lucky.
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Anonymous4: Would have enjoyed it more if you whipped her sorry hide out into the cold again. Along the back, so the lashes get infected and sore as the baby moves around on her.

A brief glimmer of hope makes the despair deeper.

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deathproofpony: What a selfish bitch... bringing that shit rat baby of hers in without permission. You went too easy on them, good sir!

Nice little abuse story. I almost expected you might pull an Abraham and give the foal the reprieve just before she burned it. Color me pleasantly surprised.

Welcome!
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Anonymous5: Why sad? that was adorable!
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Anonymous6: @Anonymous: Strange, where are the white knights to defend the author from anonymous bashing? Oh, I forgot, they defend only hugboxers.

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FractalFluff: @Anonymous = @Anonymous
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TheMonsterBehindMyFace: @FractalFluff: Fractal I'm a big fan of your work :)

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Witiko: Nice story.
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Anonymous7: "further shreking"

Lassie shoulda known better than to come around this swamp
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Anonymous8: @Room_340: The protagonist could keep the mare in reserve to satisfy his next murderous urges.

And if he lets her get knocked up by some random stallion, she will spawn more foals, and then be forced to kill them one after another.
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Anonymous9: The foal should have waddled out, setting the house on fire.

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Teatime42: God damn.