(Author Note)
Wassup, everyone. For anyone that has read any of my previous work, welcome back! It sure has been a while since I have last posted something here, but I am glad to be back.
I will try to upload more often now that I got more time, so yeah, excited to be back!
A cold breeze hit Adams’ face as he walked down the street.
It was late November, and the trees had lost a majority of their leaves and color, now looking like gray, and lifeless husks that once carried life.
Death was an interesting topic for Adam, always having a sort of morbid curiosity with it, that never seemed to go away, even when he reached adulthood, which was shown by his career choice.
He worked in a morgue, seeing lifeless corpses every day, and in a skewed sense, it was beautiful, Adam thought to himself. In life, people try their hardest to stay beautiful, perfect, and flawless.
Using skincare products, eating specific foods, exercising, and other activities in an effort to maintain that crude idea of beauty and perfection. However, no matter how hard they tried, it didn’t last, as sooner or later, their age would catch up, with their skin that they slathered in cream, their hair which was doused daily in shampoo and oils, and their body which was trained and maintained, would all eventually wither away to time.
However, death did not adhere to that. Death, in a sense, was perfection, as once someone died, they would no longer age, and be preserved in their current form, even if for a short while.
Taking care of the dead and making them beautiful in their final showcase of death, was extremely fulfilling to Adam. It gave him a weird sense of satisfaction that could not be attained in any other way.
Suddenly, Adam heard coughing, wheezing, and crying nearby.
Walking a bit further, Adam realized the sound was coming from an alley, and curiosity got the better of him, making him walk down into it.
With each step, the noises became louder, until the origin of said sound was in front of him.
A young dirty-green Stallion was on-top of a mare, humping away. Beneath him was an equally dirty-purple mare, softly crying as the he raped her. It appeared as though she had fought back, Adam deduced from seeing her broken legs, and deep bruising on her side.
The wheezing coming from her was probably due to a collapsed lung, Adam thought, watching. He knew she didn’t have much longer to live, and those final moments would be spent being raped, tragic.
Neither of the fluffies had noticed them yet, with the mare in her own little world, trying to escape at least mentally, and the Stallion too occupied with fucking his hearts out.
Adam noticed the Stallion starting to tense up, and breathing heavier, signaling he was close to finishing.
“GU…GUD…GUD FEEEUGHSAAHH!” The Stallion began to shout as he readied to climax, but before he was able to finish, Adam’s hand wrapped around his neck, crushing his windpipe and neck bones.
The Stallion’s head fell backwards in a gruesome way, with bones pushing out underneath the skin as his head slopped backwards.
SPLURT
The Stallion finished, a look of pure bliss washing over his eyes and face, as his body slumped forwards, dead.
Adam watched the dead Stallion lying on top of the mare, watching her take her final breaths.
Adam simply wiped his hands clean on his jacket as he walked away, leaving the two lifeless bodies in the alley. Their bodies would surely freeze up during the night, resulting in a weird fluffy corpse sculptor depicting their final moments together.
Adam continued on, until after a couple of minutes, a weirdly sounding jingle echoed from a nearby parking lot.
It appeared to be coming from a vending machine, and yet again, Adam got curious, walking up to it.
He now stood in front of the machine. It was a large vending machine, which had been bolted into the ground, hard plastic instead of glass for its display, and rows of cans lined up horizontally inside it, with the cans having small windows to look into.
Inside the cans were a variety of fluffies, ranging from normal earthies, to alicorns, and all in a variety of colors. However, it seemed that they had also been organized by price, which had been decided based on their fluffy-type, color, and gender.
The ones at the top were the most expensive, at around $40-$50 per can, featuring bright colored alicorns and Pegasus. The middle section was the medium price section, at around $15-$30 per can, with Unicorn fluffies, and very nice colored earthies. The lowest section was the cheapest, at around $1-$5, mainly featuring ugly colored or brown earthies.
At the top of the vending machine, Adam noticed a note, written on it, “FLUFFIES IN THE CHEAPTEST SECTION WILL BE ‘REMOVED’ WEEKLY – Hasbio"
Adam knew what they meant by ‘removing’ the unwanted and cheapest fluffies from the machine, but that was a bit too wasteful in his opinion.
He took out his wallet, taking out a $5 note and sliding it into the machine. As the machine accepted the cash, the jingle now played loudly again, greeting him and thanking him for buying a Foal-In-A-Can fluffy.
The sudden and loud noise from the machine started many of the foals inside the can, unleashing a choir of peeps, cries, and weeping, as well as the expected shits and pissing, which luckily was not sprayed everywhere in the can thanks to tubes inserted into the anus and urethra of the foals.
Adam scans the lower section of the machine, ignoring the foal’s cries, looking for something specifically, when his eyes stop at one can.
Inside the can he was looking at appeared to be an older foal, a colt, old enough to have started speaking and somewhat opening its eyes. It looked at Adam, or at least in his general direction, and it was opening and closing its mouth, clearly saying something, but Adam could not hear it through the can and the machine’s glass.
Adam read the number below the can, “D12”.
Putting that number into the keyboard on the machine made the machine spring to life fully, with a metal claw moving along the rows, and down to D12, clamping around it, and gently lowering it into another lower compartment.
Adam reached into the compartment as it unlocked, taking out the can with the foal. He looked around, seeing a nearby bench.
After sitting down on the bench, Adam examined the can, eventually finding the lid and opening it.
The colt released an audible deep breath as it took in the fresh air from the outside, ignoring the cold. Adam tilted the can, the foal starting to slide out, when it then stopped.
The foal winced in pain, as it was held back by the two tubes inside its ass and urethra.
“Babbeh hab huwties, wan mummah!” It quietly cried, not understanding the pain, looking at Adam for help.
Adam didn’t help, but only shook the can, causing the tub to rather abruptly slide out of its holes, which elicited another yelp of pain as it plopped out of the can and onto his lap.
The foal took a few seconds to understand where it was, intently examining its surroundings before looking up at Adam, with a surprised, yet happy ridden face.
“Yu am nyu daddeh?” It asked, smiling from ear to ear, with a wagging tail.
“Sure, am buddy!” Adam said, smiling gently, and starting to pet the foal gently across its head and dark-brown fur.
It began to coo at Adam’s touch, gently rolling to its side, signaling it wanted to be petted there too. Adam obliged, begin to brush its side and stomach, releasing another deep cooing sound from the foal.
“Babbeh am su happy tu hab daddeh!” It began to speak, “Babbeh su excitwed tu gu tu housie, hab nummies, an’ gib daddeh wuv!”
Adam continued to pet the foal, asking it a question, “Do you remember your old mom and dad?”
The colt winced slightly at the question, seeming sad even through the petting.
“Babbeh wemembah mummah smeww, bu’ nu hab see-pwace, su babbeh nu can see mummah!” It replied, with a sad and nostalgic expression.
“Can you tell me what your mom smelled like?” Adam asked next.
“Mummah hab bestesh smeww ebah!” The colt began to thrill as it remembered its mother smell.
“Mummah smeww pwetty,” it said, closing its eyes, suddenly shooting them open in excitement at remembering more, “AN’ MUMMAH SMEWW WIKE BESTES’ MIWKIES!”
“What else do you remember?” Adam asked.
“Mummah wub babbeh awot, wick babbeh su much, an’ gib babbeh pwetties’ wickie cweanies!” the colt continued, happily cooing and bouncing around in Adam’s lap, when suddenly slowing down, becoming sad, “an’…babbeh wemembah mummah nu wonger dew, mummah weft…”
The colt looked down, tears forming in its eyes, “Mummah weft, nu mowe wicky cweanies, nu mowe miwkies, nu mowe…wub babbeh awot…”
The foal began to cry now, having remembered all of these happy memories, and then realizing that his mother had left him, at least in his mind.
“Hey, I have an idea!” Adam spoke gently, yet with a happy voice, “How about you close your eyes, and remember your mom as best as you can, and all the happy memories you have with her, and I will hug you tightly, so you feel like she is the one hugging you?”
The colt looked up at Adam, sniffling, “Dat am nice, fank yu!”
The colt closed its eyes, diving deep into nostalgia as Adam raised the colt to his chest, hugging it.
The foal could feel and hear his heartbeat gently beating inside Adam’s chest. It could feel Adam’s warmth flush over him, contrasted with the cold outside air. The colt imagined it was his mother hugging him, it was her heartbeat, and her warmth.
“Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah!” the words of his mother echoing in its little mind.
The colt began to coo and knead into Adam’s chest, small tears of happiness forming in its eyes and rolling down its small plumb cheeks.
“Wub mummah!” the colt cooed, Adam hugging the foal tightly.
In the colt mind, it was not with a human daddy now, it was not outside, no, right now, it was back in its nest, wherever that was, with its mother and siblings next to it. All cuddling up together, sharing warmth and love.
The foal could feel itself falling asleep from the warmth and memories, when suddenly, the foal heard, “Babbeh?”.
The colt opened its eyes, no longer in the human’s arms, now seeing the most beautiful fluffy ever in front of him. He didn’t recognize the mare, but she seemed familiar. The colt smelled the air and teared up.
“Mu…mum…mummah?” It softly asked.
“Babbeh!” the mare responded, sitting on her rump, opening her arms to welcome the foal in for a hug.
The colt teared up a lot, and started sprinting towards its mom, practically throwing itself into its mother’s embrace, hugging her tightly and sobbing.
“MUMMAH! HUUU HUUUU! MUMMAH! WHY MUMMAH WEAVE, BABBEH WUB MUMMAH SU MUCH! MUMMAH NU WUB BABBEH?” it cried, asking it all the questions it constantly asked itself inside the can.
“Am suwwy, babbeh! Mummah wub babbeh su much!” The mare responded, consoling the foal as it cried in its arms, “Bu’ mummah neba weave babbeh awone ‘gain!”
The colt cried harder at those words, sinking into its mother’s fur until it could go no further, it was only happy to be back together with its mother.
Adam looked down at the lifeless body of the colt in his arms. Although dead, it had a beautiful and peaceful expression on its face. It had felt no physical pain when he had quickly snapped its neck, severing the spine.
Adam caressed the body, it was still warm and almost alive, he had to hurry. He gently stood up, placing the foal into his pocket, walking home.
At home, Adam immediately got to work. In a small can, he poured Formaldehyde inside, placing the foal’s body inside the liquid, and closing the lid, watching it float motionless inside.
It was ironic, Adam thought, the foal spent most of its life inside the can, sad, depressed, and alone, but now, although in another can, it looked so happy and content.
Adam smiled, placing the can on a shelf, alongside many other cans and tubes, all filled with fluffies, their expressions ranging from happiness, fear, pain, anger, and dread.
He gave a satisfied nod at the newest addition to his collection, closing the door to the room, leaving his collection in darkness.
Back at the vending machine, an older man, wearing a Hasbio uniform, approached the machine. He looked at what was left inside, seeing a total of 14 cans in total, with a majority being the brown colored earthies at the bottom, and one in the upper section and middle section.
He sighed, opening a panel on the side of the vending machine.
Inside the can at the upper section, was a small dark pink filly alicorn. She had just started to open her eyes and saw the man. She felt her heart beat quicker at the idea of this man becoming her new daddy.
Her mother had told her, when she was but a small newborn baby, that getting a daddy or mummy was the best thing ever, and that she of all her babies deserved it the most.
Her mother had also given her a name, which was not allowed, but she did regardless, giving her the name Rosey.
Rosey imagined the nice house, hugs, nummies, sketties, and all the love this man would give her, making her start to wobble around with happiness, which was her attempt at dancing.
Suddenly, her can began to move. Rosey’s face lit up, starring out the can’s panel and at the man, ready to get a new daddy. But she watched in confusion as he walked away to the nearby parking bench, sitting down and pulling out a weird looking thing from his pocket and typing on it.
Rosey began to gently tap against the panel, as best as a foal could, in an attempt to get her new daddy’s attention, so she could thank him and tell him she was ready for him to become her daddy, but he didn’t respond.
Suddenly, the front of the can was opened, letting fresh air in, which Rosey excitedly breathed in, closing her eyes and cooing, when suddenly a loud mechanical noise erupted in front of her, making her scared.
Rosey released a torrent of shit and piss, which was quickly sucked up by the tubes. She slowly opened her eyes, to see what that noise was, seeing a weird and scary looking metal thing in front of her, watching it slowly insert into the opening of the can.
She tilted her head, not quite sure what that thing was, when it turned on.
The metal thing in front of Rosey began to slowly spin, and then faster, and faster, and even faster, getting louder and louder, making her shake from it spinning so fast.
Rosey’s heart was now racing in fear, not liking this thing. She desperately looked for her daddy, who was still sitting on the bench. Why was he not helping her???
The spinning thing slowly moved forward.
Rosey was now panicking, pushing her small hoof in front of her, to tell the weird spinning thing to stop.
However, as her hoof touched the spinning thing, a shrill and sharp pain crashed through her nervous system. She shot back in pain, closing her eyes, opening them again quickly to see why her hoof was hurting so much.
Her eyes ripped open as she saw the mangled remains of her hoof dangling off her arm. She began to cry in fear and pain. Watching as the thing moved closer and closer to her.
In her head, she begged for her daddy to help her, and for the spinning thing to stop. But it was in vain as the drill eventually touched her nose, ripping it apart. She tried to move back, but that was possible inside the small can. And so, Rosey had to sit there in agony as the drill ripped and tore through her bit by bit until all that was left was a sludge of blood, organs, bones, and fluff all mixed up inside the can.
The man noticed the machine was done, standing up and walking back over to it.
He pressed another button on the side, making the vending machine go into cleaning mode. He watched as it removed the blood and organ-soaked cans from within and dropped them into a back compartment to be taken out and cleaned.
He waited until the hatch on the side opened, allowing him to take out the cans. They were going to be cleaned and then used for the next batch.
He walked back to his truck, taking out a large box, and walking back to the vending machine. As he opened the box, he saw a collection of cans, all full of foals of all varieties, colors, and genders.
He placed them all into their respective sections, closing the machine. He sighed, finally done with re-stocking, now just needing to wait another week, and then doing it all again.