REGENERATIVE FOALS (Part 1)
By FoalOut4
Todd is a long time fluffy abuser. And as of now, he is an officially sanctioned abuser for a new Hasbio test product, regenerative foals.
Hasbio has decided to focus a new fluffy product directed specifically towards hardcore abusers:
An adult Mare and her Foals that never grow up, have a stronger maternal and emotional bond than normal fluffies, are less fragile, regenerate any wound over time, does not have a ‘wan die’ mental switch, and unless their brain is destroyed … cannot die!
As the test researcher explains to Todd:
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The regenerative brain is self sufficient to keep the entire foal alive. The foal doesn’t require food or oxygen for the brain to stay alive. However, it will still display the full physical and mental pain and torment of starving and suffocation, to the brink of death, without dying.
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If you cut their head off, a new body will regenerate around it. Even if you remove the brain from the skull, a new body will regenerate around it. But if you sufficiently damage the brain, the foal will die.
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Regeneration takes hours to complete. A cut in half foal will take about 12 hours to regenerate, but will still be alive the whole time. A brain removed from the skull will take a full 24 hours to fully regenerate a new body, with one exception, the legs.
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Cutting off legs will take longer to fully regenerate (specifically less regenerative for abusive tastes) a full 48 hours before they even start to regenerate their legs, but they regenerate them quickly when that time kicks in, plenty of time to traumatize a newly pillowed foal, you can then remove their regenerated legs over and over again.
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The foals are perpetually young. Two types are avaliable, permanent chirpy foals, and permanent one week old talkie foals (given a small chemical dose after birth to grow to one week). They never physically or mentally age beyond those set ages, and forever require their mummah’s miwkies (you can still starve them of milk, but they cannot die, just remaining in starvation mode.)
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Adults of this breed were given a chemical injection as foals to grow them to full adulthood. The stallions and mares are kept at a secret Hasbio breeder facility, heavily guarded.
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Each abuser buyer’s package will come with a single mare and her litter of foals. Never allowing stallions on the market will keep them from mass breeding. They genetically cannot cross breed with other fluffy breeds.
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There is no “wan die” mental switch, and mummahs and foals have an even stronger maternal and emotional bond than average fluffies.
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Both the mare and the foals are regenerative, so the mummah can take just as much punishment as the foals.
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A subdivision of Hasbio (under a different name) will be distributing these new fluffies to abusers once it exits the testing phase.
Todd is elated! He still can’t believe he was accepted into this testing program! The abusers accepted are assured they will be kept anonymous, all Hasbio wants is results from the tests, their identities will be kept safe.
Todd was selected among many other abusers for his cold, calculating, prolonged torturing of fluffies, and for his charming manipulative nature.
Todd will be testing a mare and her foals for six months, at a special house provided for the experiment, with cameras all inside for testing purposes. His stay is fully paid for by Hasbio.
The Researcher asks Todd which type of foals he prefers to torture: Chirpy or Talkie? Todd immediately answers, “Chirpy!” The researcher nods and writes that down.
Todd soon moves into the Hasbio house and gets comfortable. It is a rather large spacious house, with an expensive saferoom (with everything that a fluffy would ever want inside of it), a cabinet full of cans of spaghetti, and several rooms full of abuser friendly fluffy torture devices. There is also a large sun room at one end of the house.
The next day, a package arrives.
Todd is given a purple pegasus mare with a blue mane, three weeks pregnant, named Grapefruit. She arrives at the house in a package on the front door step, in a large box with Hasbio labeling on it.
There is a note attached that tells Todd to treat her nicely until she gives birth, and then to keep treating her and her foals nicely for the first two weeks of their life, to build up trust and let the foals bond with their mother.
Todd carefully carries the box inside, and sets down the box in his living room. He calmly calls out to the fluffy inside, and opens it.
Grapefruit cautiously exits the box, looks up at Todd, smiles, and says,
“Hewwo nice mistah, pwease be nyu daddeh fow gwapefwuit an tummeh babbehs?”
Grapefruit turns out to be a very polite, mild mannered fluffy. Very easy to get along with. Todd can keep up the deception on his end for as long as it will take, as the payoff will be sweet.
Todd treats Grapefruit like a princess for the next week (he’s quite the charming manipulator). Feeding her spaghetti once a day, letting her play in the expensive saferoom, and spoiling her rotten.
Grapefruit tells Todd everyday how much she “wuvs daddeh!”, and how much she wants to meet her tummeh babbehs who are growing inside of her.
Grapefruit spends all day and night talking to and singing to her tummeh babbehs. She talks to Todd constantly about how much she wuvs her tummeh babbehs, how much her tummeh babbehs wuv her, and how badly she wants to meet them. Finally the day arrives …
- The First Day of Birth -
“BIGGEST POOPIES!”
Grapefruit gives birth to five squirming, chirping, peeping foals, with Todd assisting with the birth.
One foal is a purple pegasus like its mother, but is a colt. Another foal is a blue unicorn filly, with the color of her mane. Another foal is a bright green earthy colt. Another foal is a red pegasus filly. And the last foal is a purple earthy colt, a slightly different shade of purple than its mother.
The five foals are blindly squirming around aimlessly in the afterbirth, chirping, peeping, and flailing their little hooves in all directions. They are each bellowing out a series of chirps and peeps to indicate hunger to their mother.
“Pwease gif babbehs tu mummah daddeh, babbehs nee tu be wif mummah! Wan meet, wan meet!”
He carefully hands Grapefruit each squirming foal. She licks each of them clean and declares each of them a “gud babbeh”, then she sets them in rotation on her crotch tits to nurse. Singing the mummah song.
“Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah! Babbehs dwink miwkies, gwow big an stwong!”
She lovingly looks down at the two foals nursing on her crotch tits and the three foals squirming around in her fluff. She beams a deeply loving smile at them, tears up heavily, and starts crying tears of joy.
“Mummah wuv aww hew wittew babbehs su much! Babbehs wus inside of mummah fow su wong! Mummah wanted tu meet ou fow su many bwight times wittew babbehs!”
She starts cooing at them between happy sobs.
Todd watches as the red pegasus filly and the purple earthy colt rapidly suckle on and rapidly knead Grapefruit’s crotch tits with their little hooves.
After awhile, both of them stop drinking and detach, and start bellowing out a series of very happy chirps and peeps to let their mummah know that they are happy, content, and full of mummah’s miwkies.
She places them in her fluff, and rotates the purple pegasus colt and the green earthy colt in their place.
Todd smiles, knowing that after this bonding period is over, they will all be his to endlessly torture for the next six months.
- The Second Day - Post Birth -
The next day, Todd returns to the saferoom. Grapefruit is curled up in her fluffy bed, with her five foals happily chirping and peeping on her back. She looks up at Todd excitedly.
“Wook daddeh, Gwapefwuit haf babbehs! Gwapefwuit wuv hew wittew babbehs su much!”
As if he didn’t know that the first time he saw them.
“Grapefruit, can I please play with your babies?”
Grapefruit gets very nervous as her motherly instincts kick in. She cautiously responds,
“N-nuu, babbehs awe tu wittew, nee tu be wif mummah.”
Todd angrily clenches his fists for a few moments and seethes, then relaxes.
“O-oh, alright.”
Todd nearly lost it there. But he knows that soon things will be turning around for him.
- Day Three -
Todd sits in the saferoom and watches Grapefruit play with her foals. The five foals are blindly squirming around on the floor in front of her fluffy bed, while she lays down, watching them. Periodically putting them back near her bed if they wander off too far.
One of the foals, the purple pegasus colt, starts making a series of chirps and peeps that indicates to Grapefruit that it needs to make poopies.
“Babbeh nee ma’ poopies!” Says Grapefruit, as she quickly trots over to the foal on the floor.
She picks up the foal and takes it over to the litterbox and sets it inside. A few seconds later, it shits out a bunch of liquid milky shit. Then it lets out a happy series of chirps and peeps to let its mummah know that it feels better now.
“Mummah su pwoud of hew wittew babbeh! Babbeh ma’ gud poopies!”
She starts singing the litterbox song to her foal, as it squirms around in the litterbox.
"Gud babbehs make poopies ~
in da wittabawks (wittabawks) ~
Mummah gif gud babbehs ~
Huggies and wuv (Huggies and wuv) ~
Bad poopies nu smeww pwetty ~
on daddeh’s fwoow ~
So bestest babbehs make gud ~
poopies in da bawks! (in da bawks) ~"
Soon, another foal on the floor starts making a series of chirps and peeps to indicate it needs to pee.
“Babbeh nee ma’ peepees!” Grapefruit says, before trotting over to relieve said foal in the litterbox.
Todd watches as she repeats the same ritual with each foal as they chirp and peep in a certain way.
- Day Five -
Grapefruit is starting to realize that something is wrong with her foals.
She instinctively knows that her foals should have opened their eyes by now, but they haven’t.
All day long she begs her babies to open their “see pwaces fow mummah” to no avail.
- One Week -
At seven days, she certainly knows something is wrong. Her foals should have their eyes open AND have started talking by now.
All day long she begs her foals to open their “see pwaces” and to “make tawkies fow mummah” but of course they never do either.
They just squirm around, chirp, peep, piss and shit. Drinking her miwkies, and little else.
Grapefruit walks up to Todd, looking very sad, and speaks with great concern,
“Sumting wong wif Gwapefwuit’s babbehs, daddeh. Dey nu gwow, dey nu open see pwaces, dey nu ma’ tawkies. Huu Huu. Wut wong wif mummah’s wittew babbehs, daddeh? Huu Huu.”
Todd smiles a fake smile.
“They are very special babies, Grapefruit. They are forever chirpy babies. They will be chirpy babies forever and ever!”
Grapefruit blinks, taken aback. Then she starts pondering this with her limited fluffy intellect.
“Fowevew chiwpeh babbehs? Dus dat mean dey stay wittew? Mummahs wittew chiwpeh babbehs am gun stay wittew?”
Todd nods.
“Yep, that’s how it is!”
Grapefruit bursts out into tears, and trots over to hug her babies. Crying loudly that she wants so bad for them to grow up to be big and strong fluffies. The foals just chirp and peep in response.
- Two Weeks -
Finally, the bonding period is over. Over the past week, Grapefruit has personally fully come to terms with the fact that her chirpy babies will never grow up.
She hugs them, coos at them, plays with them, and gives them plenty of miwkies to keep them happy. She takes them to the litterbox whenever they make those series of chirps and peeps. Life is good for her. But not for long.
Today, Todd tells Grapefruit that she gets to play in the sun room on the other end of the house, for the first time since she got here. He tells her that she can eat a bowl of sketties in the sun room.
Grapefruit however, wants to take her foals with her. She puts them up on her back, and begins happily trotting to the saferoom door. But Todd shakes his head and says they need to stay in the saferoom in their fluffy bed.
“Pwease daddeh, can mummah’s wittew babbehs come tu? Babbehs nee tu be wif mummah! Dey tu wittew tu stay hewe! Dey get scawdies wizout dey mummah!”
“I’m sorry girl, they need to stay here and play. Remember, in the sun room you will get sketties, which make the bestest miwkies for your babies!”
Grapefruit seems conflicted due to her maternal instincts, but eventually relents.
“O-otay daddeh. Gwapefwuit wisten tu daddeh. Gwapefwuit wan make bestest miwkies fow hew wittew babbehs!”
She carefully sets each of her squirming foals in her fluffy bed. She coos at each of them and gives them huggies. They squirm around, chirping and peeping in their fluffy bed, forming a little fluffy pile.
“Babbehs, mummah be wight backies. Going tu make bestest miwkies fow bestest babbehs! Mummah wuv hewe wittew chiwpeh babbehs su much!”
Then she slowly trots with Todd out of the saferoom, after looking back at her foals over her shoulder several times, smiling at them as they chirp and peep in the fluffy bed.
Todd leads her to the sun room, and puts down a bowl of sketties. She digs right into her meal after thanking him.
While she’s eating it, he tells her that he will be right back, and to enjoy her time in the sun room.
He shuts the door, locks it, and heads back to the saferoom on the other side of the house as fast as he can.
- Experiment 1: Basic Stress Test -
It’s finally time to test these things out. Todd slowly approaches the fluffy bed full of five chirping, peeping, squirming foals. Savoring the moment.
Todd slowly leans down, and picks up the blue unicorn filly in his hand. She chirps and peeps in protest at the unfamiliar touch.
She squirms around in his hand a bit, her little hooves flailing randomly in all directions.
The foal instinctively sniffs his hand, and being alarmed at the unfamiliar scent, she starts rapidly chirping and peeping out a distress series of “scawdy peeps” for its mummah to come rescue it.
The foal quickly voids her bladder and bowels in fear.
Hearing this foal’s cries riles up the other foals, and they start rapidly squirming around in the fluffy bed, bellowing out the same frightened “scawdy peeps” for their mummah to come and rescue them.
Todd grins a psychotic grin at the blue unicorn foal in his hand.
He re-adjusts his grip on her to fold her legs into his full grip, so that his hand is fully encasing her body, where only her head is visible.
She starts panicing even more now that she can’t move, making louder and louder scawdy peeps.
But mummah isn’t coming.
Todd slowly crushes the foal in his hand, savoring every moment. The foal’s scawdy peeps quickly turn into
“SCREEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, EEEEE EEEEE EEEEE”
as her legs are crushed, her ribcage cracks, and all of her inner organs are crushed and ruptured!
Her eyes burst out of her head, and “tummeh sketties” come out of her mouth, along with blood, and vomit full of her mummah’s miwkies.
He holds the crushed foal in his hand, who should very much be dead right now, but is still moving her head and mouth in unspeakable agony and torment, looking around in randomly directions, trying to escape the pain, still very much alive.
He tosses the crushed foal on the fluffy bed, and watches as its crushed body twitches randomly, as its head bellows out silent screams of agony (lungs were crushed). All of its bones are broken, all of its internal organs are crushed and ruptured, yet it still lives. Beautiful.
Todd pulls out a fruit knife, and cuts off the unicorn filly’s horn, and ends up scalping the foal in the process. The foal still squirms and makes silent screams.
Todd turns his attention back to the other foals. They are now squirming around outside of the fluffy bed, crawling in different random directions, trying in vain to escape the threat, making rapid loud scawdy peeps to alert their mummah.
Todd picks up the purple pegasus colt. It makes extremely loud scawdy peeps in his hand, and quickly voids its bladder and bowels.
Todd takes his fruit knife and SLOWLY cuts off each of the foal’s legs. The foal screams in agony.
“SCREEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, EEEEE EEEEE EEEEE”
He turns the foal over and cuts off its wings as well. He shoves the wings down its screaming throat, so it chokes on them. Then he sets the foal on the ground.
Todd watches as the foal attempts to squirm around on the ground, but can’t without its legs. The foal starts to greatly panic since it cannot breathe with its wings stuck in its throat. It squirms and squirms for several minutes with its airway blocked, but doesn’t pass out!
Todd takes his fruit knife, and starts randomly stabbing the foal all over its body in many different places! The knife goes fully through its body each time.
The foal opens and closes its mouth rapidly in silent screams, squirming and twisting its head in all directions. Any ordinary foal would be dead. But this one still lives!
Todd picks up the foal, and slowly guts it with the fruit knife. Its organs spill out of its body! Yet, it still lives! Squirming, and suffocating, in unspeakable agony!
Todd chases down another foal. The red pegasus filly, blindly crawling on the carpet. He places his foot on the foal’s back, at the halfway point.
It chirps and peeps loudly and rapidly in alarm, making high pitched scawdy peeps, and shits and pisses on the carpet.
Todd puts his full pressure on the foal’s body, and completely crushes its back half! The foal SCREAMS and drags itself forward, tearing away its crushed back half! Now it’s half a foal, dragging itself around, with its organs trailing out behind it!
“SCREEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, EEEEE EEEEE EEEEE”
It screams as it drags itself around in random directions on the carpet as half a foal, with its organs trailing behind it.
Todd watches it for several minutes, just dragging itself around in agony, screaming.
Then he pulls out a lighter, holds down the foal, and sets its trailing organs (still attached to the foal) on fire. The foal screams and screams!
After cooking its insides, Todd focuses on another foal. The bright green earthy colt.
Todd roughly picks up the bright green earthy colt as it is crawling around, chirping and peeping on the carpet.
It immediately voids its bladder and bowels and makes loud scawdy peeps.
Todd flicks its balls as hard as he can over a dozen times. The foal screams and squirms, trying to escape his grasp.
Todd places his index finger and thumb around the foal’s balls, and squeezes them until they are crushed! The foal screams in unspeakable agony.
“SCREEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEE, EEEEE EEEEE EEEEE”
Todd takes his lighter and spend about five minutes setting the flame to the foal’s genitals. The entire time, the foal squirms like crazy, bellowing out screams and scawdy peeps in all directions.
Finally, Todd places his thumb around the foal’s stomach, and squeezes, crushing its insides! The foal immediately begins vomiting its mummah’s miwkies and some of its insides, and screams wildly.
Todd tosses the foal up in the air as high as he can, and watches it land with a splat.
The foal is twisted in half on the carpet, its front half and back half twisted in two different directions, its spine shattered. The foal has blood pouring out of its mouth, and its bones are clearly crushed and organs all ruptured.
The foal STILL screams and twists its head in random directions making scawdy peeps. Glorious.
Lastly, Todd turns his attention to the purple earthy colt crawling around on the carpet. It has already pissed and shit itself, crying out scawdy peeps for its mummah to save it.
Todd picks it up and takes it into the kitchen. It squirms in his hand, bellowing out scawdy peeps the whole way there.
Todd takes out a bowl of ice cold water he had placed in the fridge, and sets it on the kitchen table.
He hovers the frightend foal over the ice cold water, then dunks him inside!
The foal thrashes around wildly under the ice cold water! Todd keeps the foal submerged, watching it struggle to escape his grasp to be able to breathe, and get away from the ice cold water.
Todd keeps the foal submerged for over 20 minutes, carefully watching the clock in the kitchen.
The foal still struggles under the water! Trying desperately to breathe!
Todd, getting tired of holding it under, grabs a can of spaghetti on the table, and crushes the foal with it under the water!
The foal is now sank to the bottom of the bowel of water, crushed under a spaghetti can, with blood, miwkies, and insides pouring out of its mouth.
It still struggles, squirms, and silent screams!
Todd admires his day’s handiwork, and leaves the kitchen to spend the rest of his day relaxing in another room.
He thinks he’ll leave the mummah in the sun room for a full week, to allow plenty of time for the foals to heal back. He doesn’t want to reveal himself as abusing them to her just yet.
They will no doubt be both frightened and starving after a week with no miwkies and no mummah.
The mother too should be a starved skin and bones fluffy when he opens the sun room again, having left no food or water in there for her.
These foals, all they have ever known is this world until now has been the huggies and wuv and miwkies of their mummah.
Squirming around in her fluff, drinking her miwkies, kneading her crotch tits with their little hooves.
Chirping and peeping for her to put them in the litterbox to piss and shit, sleeping contently in her fluff. Listening to her mummah songs.
Now their world will be endless torment and torture forevermore. And Todd is just getting started.
(To Be Continued…)