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“Nuu. Mumman, dun wan go wif scawy fwuffies.” Tilly grumped and protested as she was being pushed into the area with fully grown mares and stallions. The mare herself was a soft pink with a white mane & tail, certainly fully grown as far as size went but stuffed into a poofy pink diaper with various flowers printed on it.
“Tilly, you need to listen. You’re…too rambunctious to play with the other foals.” Her mummah said, hating the thought of leaving her in a place with more matured fluffs but not having any other recourse. Tilly was a specialized product by Hasbio known as a Forever Foal. No matter how much the mare physically aged, she would forever be in a stunted mental status where she thought of herself as a foal. As well, there would be no worries about wanting to have babies or getting into trouble by running off with stallions. It was the perfect companion product for someone who didn’t want to get into the squeamish thought of their precious little babies doing such nasty things. Even though she was all grown up, the mare acted just like she did a year or two ago.
“Mummah! Pwease no weave! Nuuu!” The mare was gently nudged into the play area, and left there. This was different than the one meant for foals. It was all grassy, and there were far less toys. There was no ball to chase around, cuddle piles, or FluffTV playing gentle lullabies. Instead there was a lot more rough-housing and trashtalking, something which Tilly was very much not used to.
“Wan pway baww?” She asked two stallions locked in vicious combat, well, pulling on one another’s tails and bickering.
“Baww ‘fo babbehs!” Said one, sneering. He was a brown one with half of an ear missing.
“Babbeh! Babbeh wearin’ dipey!” Quipped the other, blue with orange fur and a mean looking face. The two had a laugh at her.
“Am onwy babbeh! S’post to hab dipey!” She protested, though now others were laughing at her too. What was she supposed to do? Why, tell of course! FluffTV said if someone was being mean, you went and told on them. Tilly ran to the door adjoining the daycare for the yard and rocked her hooves against it. “Hewp! Hewp! Meanie fwuffs bein’ mean tu babbeh!”
Eventually the owner of the daycare would come out. Tilly was there, sniffling, poking at the ground with a hoof. “Dem meanies am mean.” The mare nodded off to the two stallions who had been bullying her, the daycare owner giving a tut-tut. They were picked up by the scruffs of their mane and brought to the sorry-corner.
“Alright, all of you. I want you to treat your new friend Tilly nicely. If any of you don’t, you’ll be going to the corner too.” The owner stood there with her arms crossed, watching over the two offenders until they had served their time.
So it carried on like this for awhile. Each time something went wrong, Tilly went banging at the door again to rouse the owner to her aid.
“Hewp, dey said poopie word!”
“Nuuuuu! Bad fwuffy num nu-pwetty buggy!”
“SCREEEEEEECH! Dey nu wet Tiwwy sweep wif dem!”
Eventually just about every fluff in the place had gotten put in the sorry-corner because of Tilly’s constant tattling, and it was something the owner had noticed. Well, if there was a real emergency she would know right?
Now every fluffy in the area personally had a reason to hate the mare. Before she had been something to laugh at because of the ridiculous diaper and the way she liked baby things, but getting into trouble put her squarely in the realm of dangerous territory.
“Tiwwy wan pway game wif Dozah?” Dozer, the brown stallion she’d originally come across from the start asked innocently. He was backed up by other stallion from earlier, who nodded a bit. “Su fun game wif Dozah ‘n Bowey.”
Tilly gasped. “Yis! Wan fun gamesies!” So the mare followed them behind a tree in the yard, the other fluffies watching as if they knew what was about to happen. A third stallion jumped out from behind the tree as they rounded it, catching the mare by surprise. She squealed and flailed her front legs uselessly.
“Nu am fun game! Nu funsies! Scawdies!” Tilly gasped as the diaper she wore was tore off. The smell of shit filled the air but it didn’t seem to be bothering the stallion who was busy mounting her. “Enf, enf…” The mare felt something poke at her special place, a place which had been left underdeveloped and small due to the chemical castration that she had undergone. “Nu! Am omwy wittew babbeh! Nu fu speciaw huggies!” She squealed, but it wasn’t enough to save her from the fate of being impaled from behind.
“Tattwy-tail babbeh get BAD ENFS!” Dozer said while standing in front of her, crushing the mare’s front legs with several raining blows with his hooves. She shrieked and cried out for the daycare owner but they were too far away and anyways, the owner likely thought she was just trying to get someone in trouble for no reason again. Once Tilly was properly disabled, Dozer would mount over her and shove his no-no stick against her face. “Yew gif Dozah moufy gud feews or yew hab fowebbah sweepies!” So the mare was forced to, finally shut up for once in the day.
This continued for a good part of an hour or two. The stallions all took their turns and the mares who had all gotten in trouble because of the Forever Foal formed a wall around the tree whenever the daycare owner popped her head out to check on them. The mare was completely destroyed. Patches of fur were torn off in bloody hunks from her body, her tail had been completely ripped off, and someone had decided to completely bite an ear off as well. Her bones were broken because of multiple sorry-hoovings, and her genitals/poopie place were an unrecognizable mishmash of bruised and torn flesh which dripped with blood and semen. As the gristly festivities neared their end each and every fluffy in the place would take a shit on her broken body, the mare unable to do anything but wheeze helplessly on the ground because of broken ribs and punctured lungs. On occasion she gave a peep or chirp, a squeal like a balloon deflating, hooves twitching and body convulsing.
She wasn’t dead but one thing was clear: Tilly wouldn’t be tattling anymore.
