Continued from The American Dream (Part 30).
There were four of you, the first litter of Unit 8-1.
A yellow female earthie, a green female pegasus, a blue male alicorn, and a brown female unicorn.
Chirping away in a tiny plastic bin, you were joined by another litter from the second breeding unit. Then the third, then the fourth. All of you scrambling about, instincts searching for a mummah you would never know. When the factory worker came by, he picked up the bin, placing it on his cart. Then off he went, adding more bins of chirping newborn foals, each of them confused and scared.
The four from Unit 8-1 were right in the middle of them. Yellow was curled up, pooping slightly on the plastic floor. Green was lightly attempting to push her way upwards. Blue was keeping to the side. The brown one was special… we’ll call her Sadie.
The bin was unceremoniously dumped onto a table. Flanking it were sorters, who went straight to work on the pile of squirming foals.
Yellow was grabbed, letting out a small peep. The sorter spent two seconds examining her with his stick, deemed her worthy, and slid her on her way. He grabbed Green, who pushed the big hands away with all her might, which was next to none. So little the sorter didn’t even notice. Green too was sent on her way, and the hand grabbed blue. Blue stayed still, putting up little resistance. Upon noticing both his horn and wings, the sorter immediately and gently slid him down the table.
Sadie was the last to be grabbed. The sorter flipped her over in his hand, doubts in his mind. Until recently, a brown foal would have been a discard. Yet the growing demand for neglected poopies among the sympathetic minority of customers had swayed the higher-ups. That said, only the most pristine of poopie fluffs would make the cut. Realizing he’d zoned out, the sorter quickly sent the fluffy on its way, deeming it worthy. He’d failed to notice a small deformity in one of her legs, one which otherwise would have discarded her.
Next was the formula test. As usual, yellow was the first. She accepted the bitter drop of formula without issue, and was passed along. Green was given the formula, and accepted it too, though stuck out her tongue in slight disgust. Blue was given the formula, and immediately spat it back out. Had this been any other race of fluffy, it would have been a discard. However the tester knew the value of the foal in his hands. He tried a better tasting brand, the foal accepted. When Sadie was tested, she too accepted. The tester had almost noticed her deformed leg too, but pushed her along as the test had gone smoothly.
The last state of preparation came, the installation. All four foals were still squirming, none of it was right, where was their mummah? There were only bad noises and lots of chirping. Each of them were scared, for some the nightmare was just beginning, for others it was about to end.
Yellow was grabbed, the Inserter lifted her up. With a loud squeal the waste tube plug was inserted into her. A couple tears welled in her eyes as she was placed on a circular can base. The waste plugs were attached and the glass tube pressed in. Above her the top part of the can sealed. She was inside her new home.
Green was grabbed. She kicked against the fingers of the Inserter as her waste plug was placed. Like her sister, she was attached to the can and sealed inside. Blue was grabbed. Still putting up little resistance, he was surprised to feel the insertion of the plug into his anus. Due to his status, he was given a can with slightly more cushioning, the other end filled with the sweeter brand of formula. A manager walked through the long room, overseeing the progress of his employees.
Sadie was grabbed, at last it was her turn. The waste plug was inserted without issue, and she was attached to the base of the can. As the glass tube came over her, it was stopped.
“What are you doing?” The manager said, picking the can base up.
“We’ve started allowing the brown ones, right sir?” The Inserter asked.
“Yeah… this one though…” He pinched her leg, getting a closer look. “This one got past the sorters, we don’t need this stinking up our machine.”
The manager ripped Sadie away from the base, tearing out the plug. The foal screamed to deaf ears as blood began to leak.
He handed the can base to the Inserter, “Clean it and use it for a better one.”
He turned and began his walk out. Along the way, he tossed little Sadie into one of the many discard stations. It was early in the day, and there were only a few squirming about at the bottom. Sadie’s tummy was beginning to hurt.
Yellow, green, and blue themselves were stacked with others into a box. Each sucked their first drops of milkies from the nipples at the ends of the cans. As the cooling system activated, each fell into a comfortable hibernated sleep.
More foals were now being thrown in with Sadie. Other undesirables, foals with disabilities, foals who’d made the mistake of spitting their formula, foals who’d been just a bit too sluggish on the table. Sometimes the employees just tossed a foal for its own sake, a small bit of power in their powerless positions, the power to deny life to an animal that had just entered the world.
The crate containing the three worthy foals was loaded onto the truck. It left the facility, and began its tour of the region’s Foal-in-a-Can vending machines.
Sadie made an attempt to get somewhere, anywhere. Her backside hurt from where the plug had been ripped out, her tummy hurt more than ever, her undeveloped arms hurt trying to pull her forward.
The truck stopped at a mall. The employee walked in through the early morning air with the crate in his hands. The mall was due to open any minute now, he restocked the machine until there was one spot left. Looking down, he grabbed a can with a yellow earthie inside, and placed it in the machine before locking it. He picked up the crate, carrying it back to the truck.
Another unlucky foal had crawled on Sadie. Feeling her fluff, and desperate for his mummah that everything in his head was saying should be there, he used his mouth to find a nipple, accidentally biting on her ear. Sadie let out a cheep, and pulled away.
The truck stopped outside a gas station. The employee stepped out with his crate. There was only one vacancy since last he came, a small red foal, lying dead in it’s can. Without a second thought, the employee removed it, and grabbed the next can out of the crate. The one containing a green pegasus. He locked the machine, returning to his truck and placing the expired can in its specific bin.
There were at least two layers of squirming, scared, foals now. Sadie was at the bottom, her brown coat now soaked with shit and piss. Tears welled from her eyes.
The truck stopped in a high-class section of the city. The employee grabbed his crate, venturing to the machine located at the intersection. This tower was home to the offices of several large companies, and as such was given only above-average to the very best of foals. Opening the machine, his hand went for the nicer can, containing the blue alicorn. Placing it inside and locking the machine, he grabbed his crate and went back to the truck. There were many more stops he would be making throughout the day, but as for the four from Unit 8-1, their fates had been sealed.
The discard bin was half full with terrified, confused, shitting, newborn foals. Each rejected for one reason or another. Slowly, the shit and piss of a hundred foals made its way down, forming an ever deepening layer at the bottom. The bottom where Sadie was.
She could no longer move, there were too many around her, packed too tight. Her nostrils were filled with the strong scent of excrement, and it was beginning to lap up against her mouth. Her desperate chirping was muffled out as the first of the mixed concoction entered. Her tummy that had been craving the milk she needed was instead filled with the piss and shit of a hundred other foals. She had been alive for 4 hours, and she would be alive no longer. Sadie had been at the final step, at the finish line that guaranteed a chance at a long life with an owner. Instead she had been thrown here, the pool of excrement covered her nose, she could no longer breathe. Her last moments were desperate, fighting against the growing darkness, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she inhaled. In Sadie’s last moments, the only thing she felt was fear, the only thing she tasted was the most disgusting, repulsive thing possible. Hours later, the corpses of the rejects, her included, would be thrown into the incinerator, to be forgotten forever.
In three Foal-in-a-Can machines across the region, her brother and sisters sat. Yellow in the mall, green outside the gas station, and blue in the city, all they could do was wait.
im sure her siblings fate would be either good or like her dies as the formula ran out sooner or later.