@Goomy wondered if you could fix a Forever Foal.
Making A Forever Foal (Ace) If you’re unfamilar with the concept. They are fully grown fluffies which are stunted developmentally and physically in some aspects
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Vince was at the local fluffy shelter, on the hunt for a special friend for his mare. Man, there were all sorts of rough looking sorts in here. Even after being washed and given proper food they all looked miserable. Some clattered at kennel bars and pleaded for attention but most simply stared down sadly to cage floors. Perhaps they’d been here for too long to even have hope of being adopted.
Something caught his eye though. While most of the fluffies had been paired together with members of the same sex, there was one which was all alone. The colors on that thing! Dark red fur, a white mane and tail. Obviously well kept. The strange thing was that it was wearing a diaper despite being much larger than a foal. Getting close to the little plate that listed their information, he’d read off: “Valentine. Hi, I’m a Forever Foal. I require very specialized care and a patient owner.”
He’d heard of these things before. Expensive as Hell, a special order item. They were extremely popular with older women who had empty nest syndrome and wanted to dote all day every day on something. Well with colors like that, he didn’t care. Fluffies weren’t difficult to deal with and he was sure he could make it snap out of whatever conditioning it’d undergone.
“Hi. I’d like to adopt Valentine. The Forever Foal?” He asked a shelter assistant.
The shelter assistant brightened almost at once. “Valentine? Of course. He comes with a free pack of diapers, formula…” Vince couldn’t help but feel as if she were just rushing into it. Well, whatever.
“Let me just go get the forms to sign and his things. You’ll be on your way home in no time.” The woman told him, and he was shepherded off to the lobby. Filling out a few pages of information and paying the paltry adoption fee, Valentine was carried out to him. The man looked confused.
“…Don’t his legs work?” He asked, Valentine cooing and giggling in the woman’s arms.
“Oh. Well, most Forever Foals don’t typically walk so much. I’ve put a pamphlet into the list of things to take home. It’ll tell you all you need to know. Here’s your new daddy, Valentine.” The stallion was pressed over to him. Vince took the fat thing up in his arms, looking down. His eyes were large and precocious, a bit of formula drool trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“Teehee…Vawentime wub nyu daddeh…” He giggled and babbled a bit, flicking his hooves around.
The new stallion was brought out to the car. He’d be carried that much but once they got home things would be turning around.
“Daddeh. Daddeh. Vwoomy su fun!” He looked out the window, tail waggling around on the drive home. Once they were in the driveway, he’d clip a leash onto Valentine’s collar.
“Come on. We’re walking out. No more upsies.” Vince said in an authoritative tone. Valentine looked confused.
“Vawentime am omwy babbeh…nu walkies.” He whimpered a bit. Vince gave a tug on the leash, pulling him across the the car. Finally he got him out onto the blacktop and the stallion would begin crying.
“Hoofies huwt! Dun wike!” His legs trembled as he remained upright, eventually buckling down. Valentine lay there with a miserable expression, fussing a bit. Vince rolled his eyes.
“C’mon.” Began dragging him on the leash.
“TUMMY OWWIES!” Valentine cried out, though the intended consequence would occur. He finally got up on his hooves, tip-tapping gingerly as if every step was agony.
They’d gotten to the door eventually and the carpeting inside was at least a bit better on his delicate little hooves. Vince’s mare would immediately come to greet them. Royal purple fur with a golden mane and tail. It would be interesting to see the offspring these two would product.
“Hewwo daddeh! That am nyu speciaw fwend ‘fo Dazzew?” Dazzle asked, giving a flick of her tail. She got a closer look at Valentine. “…Daddeh, he am wearin’ dipey wike babbeh.” The apparent disgust was clear on her face. Valentine hid behind Vince, shivering a bit.
“Oh. That’s just a joke, Dazzle. You know, being funny.” The man would tear the diaper off of the stallion, luckily not used already. “He will use the potty.” Valentine was led off to the littertray. Plopped down inside.
“Buh….Vawentime wittew…tu wittew ‘fo potty.” The stallion protested, and Vince gave him an incredibly cutting glare.
“You’ll stop being a goddamn baby! Or you’ll get the sorry-stick.” Finally he was let out of the littertray, and Dazzle giggled.
“Su funneh daddeh!” The mare marched up and gave a gentle tug to Valentine’s mane, going to show him around the saferoom. There was a big toy pile they could play in, teebee where something good was always playing, and of course the kibble station which Vince filled with the bestest for his beloved fluffy.
“Huu! Vawentime nu num kibbew. It am hawd ‘fo teefies!” He told Dazzle. Well, she would stamp a hoof down in exasperation. They had just met and he was already being a brat!
“Daddeh! Nyu speciaw fwend say nu num kibbew!” She tattled on him. Vince would march in from the next room, having been busy tossing away many of the things the shelter had sent over for the Forever Foal. They wouldn’t be needed as there would be no overgrown babies in this household.
“Valentine. Eat the kibble.” He thrust an index finger down at the pile of dry food. Dazzle looked kind of smug about this. Daddeh didn’t put up with brats.
“Huu…Vawentime ‘nee miwkies.” He tried to protest, but Vince had grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him facefirst into the food. Beginning to cry, the fluffy tried his best to num the stuff. It was incredibly hard on his teeth. It made his gums ache and would feel like chewing gravel for anyone else. The pieces felt like they tore across his throat as they went down, and Vince forced him to keep eating. Once he was satisfied, he let go of the fluffy’s head. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
“Vawentime su huwties. Huuu…’nee huggies. Wan sweepies.” He didn’t like it here at all. Trotting over to a little basket bed he would climb inside and curl up defensively. Sniffling and trying to ignore the horrible pain in his mouth. Sleepies would make everything better.
Sleep didn’t help at all. Mostly because eating the kibble. He’d been fed exclusively on formula and a mushy slop for his entire life so having something so foreign introduced was a recipe for disaster. The stallion had bloated up, his stomach feeling incredibly painful. He woke up to find himself laying in a pile of his own feces. Forever Foals had no control over their bowels so that wasn’t much of a surprise.
“Daddeh! Dadddeeehhh! Poopies! Vawentime ‘nee cweanies! Nu feew pwetty!” He cried out. Dazzle had been taking a nap as well, opening her eyes and immediately wincing.
“Su stinkeh…” She announced, as Vince had got into the room.
“Oh, that’s nasty. Jesus Christ. EUGH.” The man stood over Valentine who gave a shy smile.
“Hewwo daddeh. Babbeh mae’ poopies. ‘Nee cweanies pwease.” The stallion was lifted up by his mane and brought out to the backyard. He screeched ‘bad upsies!’ the entire way, the man spraying all the shit off of him with cold blasts of water. Shivering and coughing, Valentine was left out in the yard to dry while he went to go deal with the saferoom. The bed would have to be thrown away.
Eventually Vince would come back out to the backyard, led Valentine back into the house by grabbing his collar. “C’mon, time to give Dazzle a few babies.” He told the stallion.
The mare was waiting for her special friend in the saferoom. Vince’s idea was to hurry up and get it over with. Maybe chuck this dipshit in a dumpster right after. Dazzle lifted her tail up and presented herself to the stallion.
“Gib speciaw huggies nao? Teehee…wan babbehs…” When presented with this sight, Valentine immediately pressed his hooves up to cover his eyes.
“Nu! Nu wook at speciaw pwace! Dat am speciaw pwace! Huuu!” Alright, now this shit was getting ridiculous. He’d NEVER seen a male fluffy that wasn’t raring and ready to get at a mare. Fuck, even the pillows wanted in on the action despite not being able to. What kind of shenanigans had they pulled with this thing?
“….” Vince gently knocked the fluffy over onto his side. OK, he had to actually make sure this thing even had the proper equipment. It had to be neutered or something, right?
Well. Yes and no. It had the equipment but it was miniscule. That thing wouldn’t be putting babies in anything. Vince rubbed at his temple.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Since Dazzle wasn’t currently being given the babbehs she wanted, she turned to see what her daddeh was doing. Got a look at Valentine’s pathetically useless genitalia. She raised a hoof and began giggling.
“DAT AM SMAWWEST NU-NU STICK! YEW AM BABBEH!” The mare continued giggling and mocking him. Valentine tried to curl his tail over to hide himself.
“Huuuu! Nu wook at nu-nus! Dey am pwivate! Nu ‘fo wooksies!” Vince finally released him. Well. It had only been a day but he was pretty sure there was no fixing these things. They were beyond fucked up. What kind of a psychopath would purchase one of these!?
But. He did have an idea.
“Alright. Well, I bought you. You can only eat soft things, you don’t like walking, and you can’t stop yourself from shitting. I need to get some kind of worth out of you.” And boy, did he have a dilly of an idea.
It was two months later. Valentine had really adjusted to life here. He was a contributing member of the family! He was stuffed into a smelly old cardboard box with a littertray situated behind him. Even if he wanted to, there was no way to move: His limbs had been hacked off. All day every day he got to eat soft nummies though the one catch was that it was poopies. You see, a Forever Foal seemed almost designed to be a litterpal. Everything about them seemed practically catered to it.
“Speciaw fwend am soon-mumma. Nu wan huggies.” The red and blue unicorn announced. His name was Rocket and had been added to the family after Valentine had failed to do his duties.
“Huu….babbeh Vawentime nu wan…” He said, though there was nothing he could do. This had already been something he’d gone through several times before. Rocket mounted the box from the front, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth.
“GUUUUUDDDD FEEEEWWWSSSSS”
