Redemption for a Cloverleaf

Somewhere in Clopton

Water rained down on the face and body of Bud Bloomington in the shower. He remembered to put on the protective sleeve over his bandages on his front left hoof. Wasn't a good idea to get it wet. The wound from that bitch would open and the blood would spill out. Thankfully, he was prepared.

It was about 6 in the morning and he was getting ready for his job. He had worked at the local elementary school as a janitor for about 5 years now. It was a simple job, but a humble and rewarding one. This might've been his longest job to date. He had drifted from job to job to job for over 20 years now. All sorts of odd jobs here and there.

He was a construction worker(Just like his little brother was), a waiter, a buscolt, he worked on a farm that was not too far away from here, and there were even a few times where he dressed up like a clown and entertained kids at birthday parties. That was always rewarding for him. He loved kids. And deep down he knew kids loved him too.

They had to love him. After all, he freed them. Freed them from the awful life they had. They would be better off without the whores who brought them into this world and didn't do anything to nurture them. Or love them. Or teach them anything about the outside world.

That's what he did for Lil' Bentley. The 1 year old son of his latest victim. Lilac Summers.

*PUNCH*

"AAH!" Lilac Summers screamed after she was punched in the face by Bud Bloomington. She knew now that everything he told her was a lie. He seemed so charming. So nice at the bar she met him at. After he said the right things to her, she invited him back to her place. Hopefully, she would get a coltfriend after this. Maybe, a father for her son. Unlike her baby daddy who left her. Bentley was with a foalsitter for the night anyway. So, she was free for the rest of the night.

Now she knew it was all an act. This guy had just assaulted her. She had to get away. She had to get to her baby though. She had to get Bentley.

As she tried to stand up from the hard blow she took, she was cut off by a swift kick to the ribs, cutting off oxygen, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She felt herself being turned over, looking up into Bud's eyes. Those eyes weren't the same ones she met at the bar just a few hours ago. These eyes...she knew now he was a complete psycho.

"AHHHHH!" She screamed out loud, hopefully somepony could hear her. Sadly, they couldn't.

He laid another punch to her face, blackening her eye. Another, almost fracturing her cheekbone. Now, he was face to face with her.

"Your son is better off without you." He whispered in a sinister tone in her ear. She was so scared, she didn't know what to do. She needed to think quickly. And fast.

That was when she noticed his left hoof really close to her muzzle. Acting on instinct, he opened her muzzle and bit down. HARD.

"ERGH!" Bud grunted, taking his hoof away from her. He instantly saw the blood running down his hoof. She bit him good.

When she saw he wasn't on top of him anymore, she kicked him in the stomach, making him go down. With all the pain coursing through her body, she pulled herself back up and then proceeded to walk down the steps to the kitchen, while hobbling from the gut kick earlier.

As she walked downstairs, Bud started to pull himself up. He never had a mare who fought back before. All the other victims he had, they never fought like this one did. He smiled sadistically, and trotted after her. She wasn't going anywhere.

Lilac had gotten to her phone charger. She had to charge it when she came home with Bud. She pulled it off and proceeded to dial 911. She even locked the door to the kitchen. Hopefully, the door would be strong enough to hold him.

She then got an answer.

"911, this is Officer Winthorp, what is your emergency?" An officer on the other end answered in a monotone voice.

"Please!" Lilac begged over the phone. "You gotta send somepony! He's trying to kill me!" She had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with the officer over the phone.

There was silence for a brief second. She felt scared and confused. What was going on here?

"Hello?! Did you hear me?! I NEED HELP!" She screamed into the phone.

"Would the guy attacking you happen to be named Bud Bloomington?"

Lilac felt her blood go cold when he asked her that. How did he know her attacker? What was happening?

"I know why he's after you. You must be a bad mom. Leaving your kid with somepony and not taking care of him yourself, huh?" He said on the other line with a cruel sense of humor.

Lilac's fear tripled as more tears ran down her face. "Wh-Why?"

"You don't deserve to live. Neither did all the other ones." He coldly said to her, as he hung up, leaving her to die.

Lilac slowly put the phone down with tears of fear. She couldn't believe what she had done. She had let a serial killer into her home.

She had let the Mother Mutilator into her home.

*BANG!*

She screamed when she heard the loud sound. When she turned around, she was in shock. She just couldn't believe her eyes.

Bud Bloomington had kicked the door to her kitchen in. There he was. Looking angrier than before.

She made a break for the front door, but sadly, with busted ribs and pain in her head, she just wasn't fast enough to outrun him. He grabbed her by her mane violently, her screaming for help, and flung her toward the kitchen counter sink.

He stomped on her back leg to make sure she didn't try to run off again. He then put his injured left hoof to her throat. He was going to enjoy this. Every second of her screams.

"Please. Please don't kill me." She begged for her life. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Bud pull out a kitchen knife.

"You're a bad mother. And you need to be punished." He said in a scary low tone, while caressing her leg with the knife.

It was at this point, she accepted her fate. She couldn't escape this big, strong psychopathic stallion. She was gonna die right here. And there was nothing she could do about it.

"Please, don't hurt my baby." She softly begged him.

Bud smiled, then showed her the knife. "I'm setting Bentley free....FROM YOU!"

Then, he drove the knife between her legs. Her screams were loud. Very loud. But, he quickly covered her mouth to muffle the screams. Even if his left hoof was in pain, hopefully not infected, he didn't care. He loved hearing her screams for mercy. He loved the feeling of the blood running down her marehood. He loved the tears running down her face. He loved every second of her suffering.

That's what he needed to do, after all. He needed to make this mare suffer. Just like all the other mare's he killed. If you left your kid with a foalsitter, so you can go out drinking to get hammered, you were a bad mother. And you needed to be punished.

If you don't wanna play with them when they ask you too, because you are too busy talking to somepony who pretends to be your friend, you were a bad mother. If they act up in school, because you obviously didn't give them enough attention at home, you were a bad mother. If you can't afford to give them something, because you are too stupid enough to hold down a job, you were a bad mother. If you yell at them, belittle them, or even hit them, you were a bad mother.

Mother's on this planet need to understand that it is their job to make sure that their kid is the most well behaved, well mannered, well respectable kid on the face of the planet. If they didn't do any of those things, then they failed as a mother. If their child one day commits a crime, it's on the fault of the mother. Because the child was raised in a bad home. They failed to set morals and standards for them. It's their fault that their foal is in jail now. Not them.

Some may say the father is to blame, but the father wasn't responsible for physically bringing the child into the world. The mother went through HOURS of labor to push a foal out of her womb and into Equestria. All the father did was just help her put it in there. And the father was just there to work and put food on the table. It was the mother's job to stay home and take care of the kids and the house.

That was what mother's needed to do. And if they didn't, they needed to be punished. And to Bud Bloomington, that punishment was torture and death.

And death came to Lilac Summers when he pushed back on her muzzle. With just one strong jerk, he snapped her neck in half. Pushing it all the way back to her spine. Severing her spinal cord from the brain.

As her limp body fell to the floor, he had successfully saved another poor unfortunate soul. Lilac Summers was now dead. Bentley was safe from her now.

Then he remembered he had some ponies to call. They had a job for him. A big one. He needed to take this bitch to Maretime Bay.

That's where his brother was. His plan to save him was now coming into fruition. He was already looking forward to meeting him.

And his mother.

He smiled again.

As he applied the shampoo to his mane, he had his eyes closed, so he wouldn’t get any in his eyes. While his eyes were closed, he couldn’t help but think about everything that has happened so far. To him, everything seemed to be going according to plan.

His plan to finally see his mother. The one who threw him away like he was nothing. The one who brought him into this world, only to then leave him.

Leave him with...THEM!

12 year old Bud was in his room with all his adoptive siblings. It was a big room that all 7 of them shared with him. He felt it was his room, because he was the eldest out of all of them. Though, he was ashamed of how THIS was the room he slept in.

This room that had peeled paint on the walls. An old wooden floor that looked about ready to collapse. 3 windows that didn't necessarily shut all the way, which made it hard for him and the others in the winter. A ceiling that had a small leak in it, which would cause a dripping sound when it would rain. And, of course, the occasional spiders and rats that would visit them in the night. That is what this room for him and the others was like.

They were playing a quiet game right now. A board game. Candy Land. It was Sanguine Sauvignon's favorite. She just loved all the candy themed areas on the board game. Now, since the board game only allowed so many players, they all took turns playing a round.

4 for each turn. It was currently Sanguine(who would become his future...let's call her marefriend), Dodd Winchester(later becoming a Clopton police pony named Winthorp, who would...help Bud whenever he needed a problem to be taken care of), Apricot Alolla, and Peach Prune. The two latter fillies also loved playing board games, especially Candy Land. Dodd, being the only colt during this round, didn't necessarily like this game or any other ones. He never liked board games as a foal. Now, when he got older, and the "Games" he played with Bud and Sanguine, he grew to love games. It was a favorite pastime for him.

Now, Bud wasn't playing right now. He was currently reading a book on his bed. The other three foals, twin fillies Olive Oil and Ginger Oil, and colt Duke Bristle. Duke was just leaning against the wall that was close to his bed, while the twins were playing patty cake. All of the foals were keeping the noise down. They needed to be quiet today.

Why? Because today, their adoptive parents had gotten paid. Bud knew this, because every Saturday, his adoptive mother would make sure she looked as good as possible. Doing her mane and makeup, and putting on the most fake smile you could ever see. Show the paying stallion how good she was taking care of them all. How much she loved them all. How great of a mother she is. And his adoptive father would just smile and nod and say "Yep" over and over and over again. Just telling them exactly what the paying stallion wanted to hear.

He knew that it was all lies. He knew how much the paying stallion was a gullible, naive fool. He probably would pay her twice the amount he would normally do.

Now, with his adoptive parents being paid, one would think that they would spend it all on things that were needed for the orphanage. Things like food, water, cleaning products, attire for when winter would come, sheets, pillows, blankets, and other essential needs. That is what one would think when you are raising 8 foals.

And they would only be half right. Sure there was food and cleaning products and stuff like that, but it was the cheapest stuff one would ever imagine. The cheapest laundry soap and detergent. Sheets that were bought at a rummage sale or a Goodwill store. Pillows that were not as comfy as a normal one. All the stuff they had, they barely spent 50 bits on.

As far as food, well...98% of the time, it was always fast food. Like the Hayburger or Pizza Hoof or whatever one would think of, that's what they would normally have. And the other 2% of the time...it was fried, fatty foods that you could buy cheap at the market for only 5 bits. And water, they didn't drink that. It was either soda's or lemonade. Maybe some Milk on occasion, but not enough.

And they all had to share 2 or 3 body scrubbies(Gross as fuck!), one shampoo bottle, one body wash bottle, and they would use the same toothbrush for years. Bud still had his toothbrush from when he was 5.

It was embarrassing. It was humiliating for him as a colt to live like this. He wished he had cool things like the other colts and fillies at school. They probably had nicer things then he and the others did. So, why couldn't he? Why couldn't he have a normal life?

However, if that wasn't embarrassing enough, then that was nowhere NEAR the most humiliating thing that happened to him on a few occasions. When his adoptive parents would use the other half of that money to buy their...

...medicine. That's what they called it. But, he knew what it was. He could smell it from beyond his door. And he also knew that his adoptive mother had taken her medicine now, as he heard her coming up the stairs.

He knew what she was gonna do. She does this whenever his adoptive father wasn't around. He was probably using that money to drink all night at the bar not too far from here.

And what is it that she does?

"Oh, Buddy." He heard that tone. He knew what it was. It was that loving, motherly voice whenever she took her medicine. When she wasn't on her medicine, she either ignored them, beat them, or yelled at them to just go and play or something. Whenever she sounded like this...that was her saying she needed...some company.

"Buddy, can you come here please? Lexi wants to...talk. Can you come and talk with me, please?" She asked, sounding drunkenly seductive.

Bud shivered and shuttered. He felt he should be used to this by now. She's been doing this to him ever since he was 7. She was the worst. All his adoptive father did was beat him. Whenever he got pissed off, or drunk, or both, he would get a belt and just whip him with the metal part. It hurt like hell, but he never touched him in a sexual manner. Though, Bud knew that his adoptive father Issac probably did the same things to Sanguine that Lexi does to him.

Lexi Orphanage. That's what this place of hell was.

He stood up from his bed. Duke put out a hoof to stop him, but Bud just brushed his hoof away. There was no point in trying to stop her. She ultimately gets what she wants. If not him, then he may do something to them too.

The other foals looked scared. They knew what their adoptive mother did to Bud whenever she took her medicine. Sometimes they even heard all the horrible and disgusting things she did to him.

So, Bud walked out of his room and trudged over to his adoptive parents' room. His shivering wouldn't stop. He wanted her to stop doing this, but she didn't. She was never gonna stop. Because she had power over him. For now, at least. When he grew up. It would stop. Because he would make it stop. He would make her pay for all the years she did this to him.

But, for now, she was in control. Not him.

He was in the doorway, not really looking at her, but he knew what was there. His adoptive mother was sitting there on the big bed, wearing a robe. He could almost smell the alcohol and medicine on her breath from here. The first time he smelled it, when he was only 7, he threw up all over the floor. Then she beat the living shit outta him, making him cry. She even threw him on the floor, face first, into the vomit. Then she made him clean it up. After he did that, she said he needed to shower.

Which he did...only he didn't shower alone.

"Hey Buddy." She said, making him shutter and almost cry. "Come sit next to me." Even if he knew what was gonna happen, he still walked over to her. He knew what she was gonna do. And he couldn't stop it.

He sat next to his adoptive mother. He looked at her and saw that smile. That drunken...arrogant smile. He knew she was enjoying this. She got off on this. He wanted to grab the nearest object and just hurt her. Hurt her very much. But he couldn't.

Then...he felt her start touching him. She touched his shoulder. His mane. Then his chest, which made him shutter in embarrassment. Then, she felt her hoof go lower and lower. He knew where she would touch him next.

"I need some company." She whispered in his ear. He let out a soft sob before she took what she wanted.

He growled in anger as his shampooing was all done now. He never forgot her molestations of him. He knew she loved every minute of it. He also knew, or at least figured, that his adoptive father didn't care. Hell, he probably encouraged it. He figured out that he was doing the same thing to Sanguine that his adoptive mother was doing to him.

He heard the door open. For a split second, he almost thought it was his adoptive mother again. Then, he remembered that she and her husband were dead. Along with his other siblings as well. The only ones alive today are him, Sanguine and Dodd.

He relaxed now. He knew who was there.

"Getting ready for work, are we?" Sanguine asked seductively as she pulled the shower curtain open partly and entered the shower.

“Yep.” He said, now applying body wash on his muscular chest and torso area.

He looked at her beautiful body. Her voluptuous mane and tail. Her nice flank. He was lucky that she gave him some stress relief whenever he needed it. She had been doing this for twenty years now. Ever since that day.

The day that he took control. The day he made her pay for all the humiliating stuff she put him through.

The day he, Sanguine and Dodd killed their adoptive parents and siblings.

Issac and Lexi were passed out in the living room. Apparently, they took WAY too much of their medicine. It was probably from the stress of what they had been going through recently.

About one month ago, there was a gossip column about them and how they treated their adoptive foals. The neglect and abuse allegations had been out there. Of course, they did their best to make themselves look good. Lexi even convinced one of the police officers, Reggie(who moved to Maretime Bay many years later and became the janitor at Canterlogic), that all of that stuff was lies. He seemed doubtful at first, but eventually left.

They realized that it HAD to be one of their kids who did this. One of them must've went to the gossip column and told the publisher anonymously. So, they spent weeks trying to coax it out of the kids about who did it. They took toys away, they made them dress up in embarrassing clothing and walk with them in town, they beat them, and even made them miss dinner. It was a hellish month for everypony there.

What they didn't know is that it was Duke Bristle. He had had enough of the abuse and neglect from them. He wanted out of this home and life. He wanted better parents then Issac and Lexi.

That's what they all wanted. However...Bud Bloomington, Sanguine Sauvignon and Dodd Winchester wanted something different. They didn't JUST want to leave them. They wanted to punish them. For all the crap they took over the years. At this time, Bud had just turned 18(No birthday party...never had one), Sanguine was 15 and Dodd was 16. They all knew what they were gonna do. They knew that none of them were gonna graduate high school. Not after this.

They all got knives from the kitchen.

The younger ones, that being the Oil twins who were 10 and Apricot Alolla who had just turned 9, also didn't have a birthday party, were upstairs playing Yahtzee.

They entered the room, getting the attention of their younger adoptive siblings.

"Oh, hey you three. How are you?" Apricot said in a sweet tone.

Then....Sanguine shut the door and locked it.

That caused them to look surprised. "Uh...Sanguine..." Both Oil twins said at the same time, now feeling uneasy.

Then that uneasy feeling turned to fear when Bud, Dodd and Sanguine pulled out their knives. It was a good thing that Duke and Peach Prune weren't here...yet.

Nopony could hear their screams. It was too late.

14 year old Duke Bristle was just coming up the driveway with 8 year old Peach Prune. He had just taken her to see the new Power Ponies film. Personally, he thought it sucked. But, Peach was happy. That's all that mattered.

They entered the home and saw that their adoptive parents were passed out. Good. He didn't need to hear them bitch at him about money, even though he also knew about all the drugs and shit they did with the money they had. That, and having to hear about who leaked the story about them to the gossip column.

As he walked up the stairs, however, something felt very wrong to him. He didn't know why, but he felt tension in his heart and soul. And it didn't go unnoticed by Peach Prune.

They made it to the top of the stairs, when Peach asked what was wrong.

He shivered. "Something doesn't feel right." He said as he put his hoof on the door to their room. However, just before he could open it, something from the darkness came out and snatched Peach.

"AHH-!" She screamed, before a hoof covered her mouth. This caused Duke to turn in horror and see why she was screaming. It was Sanguine. She was holding Peach with one hoof covering her mouth and...in her other hoof...a sharp, bloody knife at her throat. Tears were streaming down Peach's face and shivering body.

Just before he screamed or ran at her or did anything, she put the hoof with the knife in it to her lips. Telling him to be quiet.

"What are you doing, you crazy bitch?!" He asked in a soft and angry tone. "Let her go!"

"That's what we're doing. We're letting you go." Duke heard the voice of Dodd from behind him. He turned and saw blood on him as well.

Fear started to run through him. What the hell did these guys do?

"We're going to send you to heaven. After what we're about to do, we know we're going to hell. And we're okay with that." Dodd said in a sinister tone.

"What are you talking about?" He asked him, still not trying to alert Issac and Lexi.

"I mean you two are going to die. But, at least you'll be safe from this horrible world." Dodd said, now smiling an evil smile. Duke was about to try and run at Sanguine and get Peach to get her out of here.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt a knife go through his back. He didn't scream, he just went into shock as the blood spilled down his back. He knew who it was that did it. There could only be one other pony.

"Goodbye brother." Bud whispered into Duke's ear as he turned the knife into his little brother's back. Before Peach could even react, Sanguine quickly dropped her knife and snapped her little sister's neck like a twig. It was quick and painless for her.

Not so much for Duke. As Bud stabbed him repeatedly with his knife into his chest. After about 5 more stabs, he knew that Duke was now dead.

Their five siblings were dead. Now...all that was left was Issac and Lexi.

Issac and Lexi were so knocked unconscious, they never woke up when Bud, Sanguine and Dodd picked them up and put them into their chairs. They didn't even wake up when they taped them to the chairs. There was about three rolls of gorilla tape that were used to keep them to this chair.

Eventually, they did wake up. They saw Bud, Sanguine and Dodd standing in front of them with knives in their hooves. When they saw that, the two of them started to freak out. However, their screams were silenced. Their mouths were taped as well. Nopony was going to hear them scream.

"Surprised, huh?" Bud said, coming over to Lexi, waving the knife around. She said something that was muffled.

He leaned closer to her face. He saw that she felt fear. He smiled. Good. That's what he wanted the most. He would kill his siblings off quickly and then make sure Issac and Lexi feel EVERY ounce of pain and suffering. Just like he and the other two had went through all these years.

Sanguine went over to Issac with her knife. "You always liked to mess with me, huh Daddy?" She asked, mocking the Daddy part. She saw the fear in his eyes too. She loved it. And she wanted more.

"You both are fucking gonna pay for all the shit you did to us all these years." Dodd said, now presenting the five gasoline cans he had brought into the house.

"No pony is find us after what we do to you." He added with an evil grin.

Bud and Sanguine then raised their knives and started cutting. And stabbing. And cutting some more. And stabbing some more. The muffled cries, screams and begs for them to stop were like ecstasy to him. The blood flowing out of them made him feel like he was having the time of his life. He loved every minute of it.

Then...came his favorite part. As well as Sanguine's as well. When they taped Issac and Lexi up, they left a certain body part open. Something that they had used to abuse them for years.

Their private places. Lexi's marehood was wide open to Bud's usage, and Issac's stallionhood was visible to Sanguine. They knew what they wanted to do now.

They both raised their knives and violently brought them down onto them. Lexi was screaming in pain and suffering as Bud dug his blade viciously into her marehood, watching her blood ooze out of her and onto the floor. Sanguine did the same thing. She cut into Issac's balls, ripping out the testicals as she heard him cry in agony. She also took his stallionhood and sliced it off, leaving him to look like a mare now. Both Issac and Lexi were were crying and sobbing in pain. And their three children, who now became their murderers, loved every second of it.

Then, after all that was said and done, Bud snapped Lexi's neck in half, ending her horrid, miserable life. While, Sanguine pulled Issac's head back, and cut open his throat so deep, blood squrited out of it and into her face. He was now gone too. Finally. Issac and Lexi were both dead.

Then, Dodd took two gas cans and started to pour gasoline all over their soon to be former home. Bud took two more and went upstairs. He looked at his five dead siblings. He almost felt sorry he had to kill them. But, they were weak. They didn't do anything to try and stop all the beatings and molestations they took over the years. They were better off dead. He poured gas into his former room and their former parent's rooms.

Sanguine took the last remaining gas can and poured it into the kitchen. All these years of all the crappy meals they ate were coming to an end here. It was almost poetic to say the least for her.

After they were done letting all the gas pour out, they walked out the front door. Dodd took one match he had and lit it on fire.

"See you in Hell." He whispered and threw the flame ridden match to the gas covered floor. As the three of them walked away, the house was already lit ablaze.

Bud shivered a little bit. Probably from the memories of the horrific act he did. Probably from the fact that Sanguine had started to please him. She took his member and placed it in her mouth.

He let the water rain down on his soapy body, while looking at the mare pleasuring him. Truth be told, he didn't REALLY love her. He really only had her around when he needed pleasure or when he needed help getting rid of a body. He almost had a good mind to reach down and snap her neck and be done with her. However, for now, he needed her. Just like he needed her for when he delivered Lilac Summers' body to Maretime Bay.

Lilac Summers was the 8th victim he had. The other 7 were just like her. Bad mothers who needed to be punished. When he tortured and murdered them, he would call Dodd and Sanguine and they would help him cover up his crime. He was glad that Dodd took his advice and became a police pony. It helped them get other police ponies off their backs.

However, that was all going to come to an end soon.

Dodd had helped him look through the databases of where to find ponies and see what their relation was. It took a while, but he found out who his mother was. And found out he had a little brother too. He felt a lot of things run through him. Anger mostly. But, after calming himself down, he knew what he was going to do.

He applied for an interview with Canterlogic for a position as a janitor about a month ago. He knew that his mother Phyllis Bloomington, or Cloverleaf as she went by now after she married one almost 20 years ago, owned the factory. So, she'd be the one giving the interview.

He'd be alone with his mother. And if everything went according to plan, he'd meet his little brother Sprout soon as well. And save him from the miserable life he knew that he had. He heard about the giant machine of doom that happened almost 2 years ago now. All that happened because Phyllis made him do it. Through her bad parenting.

He also knew that ponies had to hate Sprout for what he did. That was why he brought Lilac over to the beach of Maretime Bay. He knew that, once she was found, everypony would blame Sprout. They'd probably do everything to treat him like dirt. To hate him for just being alive. He wanted to show Sprout that he knows what he's been through.

And when he does, he'll know that'll be the biggest victory over Phyllis. To turn her favorite son against her, and side with him. They would be brothers united. They'd be safe together.

He felt his load coming up. Whether it be from Sanguine's amazing mouth skills or from the thoughts in his head about his devious plan, he felt ready to blow. And blow he did, right in Sanguine's mouth.

Celestia, he couldn't wait for next week.