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A Vengeful Spirit Part 3

“Mummah, babbeh hewe noisies, babbeh scawed.” The small green foal whispered.

“Hmmm,” the young mother said, with a yawn. “Wat am wong babbeh?”

“Babbeh hewe noisies.” the foal replied. “Sound wike otha fwuffies.”

“Dis way tuffies,” a distant voice said. “Smawty see pwetty mawe and babbeh ovah hewe.”

The mare’s eyes shot open.

“How time til enfies?” Another voice asked. “Fwuffy speciaw wumps huwt.”

The mare’s heart sank.

“Babbeh, wisten tu mummah an do exactwy wat mummah say.” The mare told her child. “Bad fwuffies am comin. Babbeh nee tu go tu hidey pwace wite nao.”

“Babbeh wan stay wif mummah.” The foal protested.

“Babbeh nu can stay, nu am safe fo babbeh. Gu tu hidey pwace nao. An ‘member dat mummah ahways wuv ou.” The mare pleaded, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Hu hu! Babbeh wuv ou tu mummah.”

The little foal hugged his mother's leg tightly and scampered off into the night.

The mare swallowed hard as the footsteps drew closer. With nothing but sheer force of will to overcome her fear, she stepped out to face her foes.

“Dummeh Mawe!!” Bellowed the smarty. “Dis am Smawty pwace nao. And ou am Smawty enfie fwuffies nao! Gib babbeh tu Smawty!”

The mare’s reply was short and direct.

“Nu”

“Wat dummeh mawe say tu smawty?”

“Mummah say Nu.”

Rage filled the smarty from head to hoof. How dare this worthless mare say no him.

“GIB BABBEH TU SMAWTY FO’ BESTEST ENFIE S WITE NAOOOOOOO!!!!!” The smarty screeched, his eyes wild with hatred.

“NEVAH!!” the young mare bellowed, stamping her hoof with defiance. “Babbehs am fo huggies and wuv ONWY!!”

“BABBEHS AM FO’ WHATEVAH SMAWTY SAY DEY AM FO’!!!” The smarty roared. “ AND SMAWTY SAY BABBEHS AM FO’ BESTEST ENFIES AND GUD FEEWS!!!”

“Smawty am wong!” The mare replied. “Onwy wowestest dummeh fwuffies wan hab speciaw huggies wit babbehs.”

“DUMMEH MAWE GIB BABBEH TO SMAWTY NAOO!!!!!!!”

“Smawty am bad fwuffy.” The mare said. “One day smawty gon get wowestest huwties fo bad tings smawty do.”

“SMAWTY NU CAWE!!! SMAWTY DO WAT SMAWTY WAN!! The smarty screeched. “GIB BABBEH NAO OW GET WOWESTEST HUWTIES AN FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!!!!”

“Babbeh nu am hewe!” The mare declared. “Onwy mummah! An mummah wiww nevah give speciaw huggies to wowestest fwuffies ebah!!!!”

The smarty’s response was swift but brutal. Within a matter of minutes the mare lay motionless at the feet of her tormentors. She clung to life by a thread, her body battered and broken beyond repair.

The smarty howled with laughter.

“See wha happen tu dummeh mawes dat say nu tu smawty?!”

“Dat wite, swawty am bestest!” One of the tuffies said.

“Walph am wite.” The smarty replied smugly. “Wat dummeh mawe think bout dat?”

“cough Mummah tink munsta am…cough cough ...am comin fo smawty an tuffies.” The mare said, spitting up blood.

“Dat am a gud one!” The smart mocked. “Was dummeh mawe nu wistening to wat smawty jus’ say? Smawty am da bestest an da stwongest! Nu Fwuffy can give wowestest huwties ow fowevah sweepies tu Smawty.”

The mare chuckled weakly, as she drew her final breath.

“Dewe am some tings... *cough cough ...wowse den fowevah sweepies!”

“Smawty?” one of the tuffies asked. “Wat boo boo juice Fwuffy mean?”

“Who gibs a Enf?!!” The Smarty snapped. “Hmmpf, dummeh mawe am fowevah sweepies nao so nu am gud fo enfies.”

“But Fwuffy wan Enfies!!” The second tuffie whined. “Speciaw Wumps hab huwties.”

“Quiet dummeh!” The smarty barked. “Smawty hab wumps tu ou know.”

“Dummeh mawe nu am gud fo enfies nu mowe, but dat nu mean enfie babbeh nu am stiww out dewe sum where.”

“Dat am twue!” said the tuffie. “But how gon find babbeh.”

“Dat am easy!” The smarty explained. “Soonah ow watew babbeh am gon come back to twy an fin mummah so onwy need to wait fo babbeh tu com back.”

“”Hooway fo Smawty!!” The tuffie cheered. “Am bestest Smawty evah!”

“Smawty know.” The smarty said. “Walph, ou stay hewe am wait for enfie babbeh tu come back. Den bring enfie babbeh tu smawty.”

“Otay Smawty!” Ralph said. “Wat do bout fowevah sweepies dummeh?”

“Smawty nu cawe. Jus get wid of.”

“Walph wiww Smawty!”

“Gud,” the smarty said as he and the other tuffie turned to leave. “Smawty an otha tuffie wiww wait for Walph an enfie babbeh at nestie.”

“Otay!”

Soon Ralph found himself all alone in the alley. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

“Dummeh Smawty tink fowevah sweepies mawe nu am gud fo speciaw huggies nu mowe.” Ralph mumbled to himself as he pushed the dead mare’s tail to one side.

“Walph gon hab enfies anyway, nu cawe if fowevah sweepies.”

Ralph could feel his “Nu nu stick” getting larger as he positioned himself behind the mare.

“Dis am gon be gud!” Ralph thought to himself.

“Heh heh heh heh!” A faint laugh echoed through the alleyway.

“EEEEP!!” Ralph cried as he lost his balance.

“Wh...Who dewe?” The tuffie stammered, getting back to his feet.

“HA HA HA HAHAHAHA!!!” The voice howled again, this time much louder.

“WHO AM DEWE?!!!” Ralph screamed, tears beginning to run down his face.

“OU’ GIVE BAD ENFIES AND FOWEVAH SWEEPIES TO GUD MUMMAHS AND WITTEW BABBEHS…..WALPH!”

“Fwuffy...Fwuffy nu know wat scawey voice am talkin’ bout.” Ralph stammered, walking backwards slowly. “How know Fwuffy name?”

“HA HA AHAHAHAHAHA!!”the voice cackled, seeming to emanate from all directions. “Wie aww ou want, it nu wiww save ou!”

Ralph panicked and turned to run, but only made it a few feet before being hit, hard.

WHAM

Ralph tumbled end over end, slamming into the side of a dumpster with a sickening thud.

CRACK

“SCREEEEEEE!!! Weggie hab wowestest huwties!!!!” Ralph screamed.

One of the tuffie’s hind legs was horribly mangled. The jagged ends of the bone piercing the skin in several places.

“Did ou tink ou wud get away wif it!” The voice asked. “Did ou tink nu wun wud know?”

“Why boo boo juice?!! Why weggie nu wowk? Why hu—“

The tuffie was rendered mute as a massive black hoof pressed down on his windpipe, and he saw the crimson eyes staring down at him.

“DA SHADOW AHWAYS KNOWS!!!!!!!”

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WumpsofSteel: I'm back fuckers!!
A continuation of a story I originally began in November of 2018.

Here's part 3, 2 years in the making.

I should have known that it was pointless to try to quit fluffy ponies.

More to come soon.
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Anonymous1: Welcome back!