As Dylan made his way over to the Foal-In-a-Can Machine he looked over his options, surprisingly a few Alicorns and High end Colors were in this machine as this was a ‘nicer’ neighborhood, so this particular machine was refilled regularly.
Dylan had wanted a Fluffy since he was a kid, and now that he was finally a young man with a steady job, he decided to try and take that responsibility, Slipping in the crisp Twenty, Dylan picked three Foals. Foal number one was a Alicorn, Bright Orange Coat, with small Slate Grey hairs sprouting around its head. Foal number two was a Earthie Fluffy, Grey Coat, and what looked like a few Crimson strands of Fluff on his head. The Third and final Foal was a Grass Green Unicorn, its horn nub was a Pale White. No colors on its head, must be too young.
Dylan, now satisfied with his new pets began to walk away from the machine until he noticed a strange noise, a crying/gasping coming from his feet. It was a Feral Fluffy. a dirty and bloody Pastel Yellow coat, accented Khaki Grey Mane. The Feral had two foals on its back, one chirping and crying, the other, still and mute. He looked horrible, cuts and bits all over him, a slash going down his left eye, this Fluffy had seen hell, and was able to walk away alive.
“P-… Pwease n-nice mistah… Pwease s-sabe b-babbehs… Nu am m-mummah… Nu miwkies f-fow… B-… Babb…” was all it said as it slumped over, dropping the foals off of his back, onto the cold alley floor below. The Stallion, now still, stared at Dylan’s Shoes, hoping they would possibly carry him and his filly away from there families troubles. the silent Foal had long been dead, most likely due to starvation. the other…
The other Feral Foal was a Unicorn, It had a Light Pink coat, with a Light Purple mane. And dear God was it malnourished. The ribs were practically pocking out of the sides. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was wide open, peeping and chirping for milk or food or just something to save it from it’s misery.
“Peep! Peep! Chiwp! Peep!” Was all it could say before resting its head down on the cold asphalt of the Alleyway, She tried to hug her tail, but it was too small, so she began to shiver. Dylan looked over the foal and came to a realization. She was entrusted to him. A dying father’s last wishes.
Dylan picked up the Foal, gingerly as possible, and placed her in his Shirt pocket. Taking the four foals back to his apartment was more eventful that he realized. Dylan could FEEL the shivering foal in his chest pocket. Dylan looked over the two passed Feral Fluffies with a twinge of sadness, but realized it would be more trouble than its worth to try and move them.
Grabbing the three canned foals, and the one residing in his pocket, Dylan made his way to his car, thinking tonight had gotten quite a bit more complicated.
As Dylan entered his apartment the three foals in cans began to chirp happily as the home itself was warm enough. the Foal in Dylan’s Shirt pocket was also peeping, but mostly due to hunger.
Opening the door to his home Dylan was greeted by his real pet, Otis.
Dylan’s Shih-Tzu Otis greeted his master as he always did, some silent jumps, a bark or two, then he would go grab his toy for Dylan to throw. The apartments allowed only one pet, but thankfully, Fluffies were still Bio-Toys here. seeing his squeaky toy nearby, Dylan kicked it, gaining a ‘SQUEAK’ as it flew across the small ‘living’ room, Otis ran after it gleefully, wagging his tail and not wanting to bring it back what-so-ever.
Setting his new ‘pets’ down, he prepared some Insta-Miwkies as Otis looked on from his Squeaky Toy curiously. Making sure the ambrosia was not too hot, he allowed the malnourished foal have its fill first before he opened the other three. Greedily the Light Pink Filly demolished a good quarter of the bottle before her thin sides began to swell. Finally, the foal popped its lips from the bottle.
'Pop’
“Buwp! Peep-peep! Coo… Coo…” the Small Filly celebrated its first filling with a burp, a peep, and a snuggle up in Dylan’s hand. setting the now filled Feral Foal down on a hand towel, Dylan went to work on opening the three cans. With a swift 'Pop’ each foal was lightly taken out of each can. all began to explore the kitchen table with vigor. The Alicorn was the first to find the Filled Feral. Worried that the Canned foal might try to hurt it, Dylan stretched his hand out to try and take the filly away from the young colt.
“Peep? sniff sniff Peep! Peep. Chiwp? sniff sniff Peep!” the Alicorn said, tentatively sniffing the filly, then the air, with closed eyes it stared in it’s direction. But before Dylan’s hand could reach the Filly, the Alicorn nuzzled the filly, and slowly snuggled and hugged up to her side, and then promptly went to sleep.
The Earthie found the Unicorn ‘brother’ and they began to hug each other, peeping and crying hopefully happily as they now were out of those horrid cans. they soon caught the scent of two other Fluffies. In amazement, Dylan witnessed them rely on each other to prop themselves up, wobbly “walking” over to the small Fluff-Pile.
Dylan tried to make his second room as Fluffy safe as possible. But of course the Foals were too small for it, so Dylan made a small makeshift nest using a few worn shirts, a medium sized box that fit all four of the foals and sat nicely with Dylan’s Desk. Two food bowls, two Hamster style water dispensers. and finally, four stuffy friends and a Bright Blue ball.
Dylan was fairly proud of himself, he had adopted 3 canned foals, and even rescued a Feral Foal from death. everything was going well until Dylan realized they needed names!
“Okay guys… who-wants-na-!” Clint realized the four were already asleep. and snoring…
“Eh… Maybe tomorrow.” Dylan whispered. Dylan lightly bent down and stroked the four foals with his pinkie, not wanting to wake them. “Good Night little ones!” He whispered. tapping his leg summoned Otis from the bathroom into the bedroom, where Otis jumped onto the bed, already knowing its time for bed.
Dylan got ready for bed the usual way, changed into his Pajamas, and slowly made his way to bed, turning the dimmer to his lights low enough for him to tolerate, knowing Fluffies HATE the dark, he gently slipped into bed, and dozed off.