This is a companion piece to The Newton Rescue for Brown Fluffies
If you don’t know what a Forever Foal is this Making a Forever Foal will be useful
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“Teehee…Towd wub espowin…” Toad was a brown Forever Foal, albeit one used exclusively for training purposes. The ‘Munstah Men’ and caretaker mothers actually had to learn the skills necessary to shape the fluffy’s properly. He was chunky and wore a big poofy blue diaper, and hadn’t yet had the explorin’ part of his mind knocked out yet. Well, there was a trainee lying in wait to fix that.
As Toad wandered from his usual range, Chris waited behind a fake wall panel. He felt a little ridiculous to be dressed in all black with even his face covered. A bit mean, too, considering what he had been tasked to do.
“Babbeh Towdy am pway out ob safewoom!” Toad began to trot toward the slightly opened door. This had been a trap from the beginning. As soon as he got close enough, Chris popped the wall panel out and hopped out. The fluffy stared up to him. Began to shiver a bit.
“N-Nuuu…munstah man…Towd am gud babbeh…nu am espowin’…” He began to back up. The munstah man didn’t say a word. They never did. They were instructed to never make a sound to the fluffies. Seemed to terrify them even more. A collapsible sorry-stick was flicked out with a ‘click!’ like a police baton.
“Towd sowwy! Mummah! HEWP TOWD!” He squealed and tried to run away but Chris had grabbed him by the tail and began savagely beating him with the sorry-stick, lashing against his back. Chris let the fluffy go, glaring down to it. He then slowly disappeared behind the wall panel he’d come in through.
Toad’s human mummah came into the room after the munstah man had left. She scooped him up and fed him with a bottle, the stallion giving small choked sobs as he drank.
“Do you see why you shouldn’t go exploring? The monster man could be anywhere.” She told him in a soothing voice. He nodded. No more espowin’.
A few days later, Toad was playing too roughly with his toys. Having torn the head off of a stuffy friend and dancing on top of it.
“Towd am bestest fwuffy! Gib stuffy wowstest huwties!” Well well, now that wasn’t good behavior. Forever Foals should never show the slightest bit of aggression. The clientele wanted a baby, not a little monster. So it was that Chris would enter the room through another well-hidden panel, many existing so that they could enter the place at any angle and catch them by surprise. He hid in the pile of toys and waited.
“Towd am pway wif baww naow!” The stallion announced and walked over to his toy pile. It was quite large with many different things to choose from. He began to rifle around and nose through the pile in order to find his ball when a black-gloved hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat. Yanked him up. Emerging from the toy pile was munstah man! MUNSTAH MAN HAD HIM!
“MUMMAH HEWP! MUNSTAH MAN! SCREEEEEEEEE!” He kicked his back legs around frantically, sobbing and shaking his head frantically. Chris straightened his fingers out, held his palm flat, began to smack the fluffy’s face. It didn’t quite matter if a tooth or two were knocked out. Their diet was soft food and formula anyways. Toad was knocked silly and thrown facefirst into the toy pile. He disappeared as quickly as he’d come in.
Toad’s mummah came in and put a teething ring that’d been in the freezer into his mouth. He suckled against it, the cold helping his now aching gums.
“Do you see what happens when you don’t play nice and be gentle? Monster man is everywhere.”
He nodded. Munstah man really was everywhere.
In an experience that any Forever Foal goes through, he’d decided to rub his diaper up against a piece of furniture so that it was torn off.
“Babbeh Towd nu wan dipey! Nu pwetty! Smewwy dipey! Am make poopies weaw Towd wan!” Chris, who was watching the room from a remote camera, sighed. Ah geeze. This one was going to really suck. Time to get into position.
Toad trotted around until he found the perfect place to make bad poopies, lifting his tail and plopping a stinking mess on the floor. “Teehee…Towd am su smawty ‘fo nu nee’ dipey.” Just then a ceiling panel above him slid open. A masked face stared down, shadowy figure dropping silently behind him. Toad was still reveling in the fact that he’d just shit on the floor when he felt his mane grabbed, yanked.
“MUNSTAH MAN NUUUUUU!” The fluffy bellowed, was unceremoniously shoved down into the mess he’d just created. Munstah man just held him there with a tight grip until Toad begin to eat the mess, sobbing all the while.
“Huuu…’hae poopies…wan MUMMAH! MUMMMAAHHHH!” He was forced to gobble it all up though, left there with a face covered in it. His mummah eventually came into the room and washed him off, put a new diaper on him, soothed all his worries. Mummah was the best.
Time progressed and Toad was shaped into the perfect Forever Foal. One day he’d find a note on his workstation desk from his boss.
‘Put the baby into the incinerator’.
Simple, direct, to the point. He knew it was coming. Those which were usually used for training purposes would never make it to the public. They were terminated. It had all been in the company handbook. Was he really that mean? Well. He was the monster man. By definition, the waking nightmare of these little retard’s existences. It was almost time to clock out. The man would take off his work uniform and switch to regular clothes, walking into the saferoom to meet Toad.
“Hewwo nyu mistah.” Toad said with a big smile. He didn’t recognize Chris as munstah man. He was scooped up and cradled, walked out of the Forever Foal facility. Nobody would stop him and nobody would notice the absence. He was, after all, supposed to be burning alive right now.
Toad sat in his passengers seat, suckling his hoof. Chris knew of a shelter that would take him in. One just for brown fluffies. It didn’t take too long to reach the place, and he’d park close to the door, reaching over to scoop the stallion up.
There was nobody in the lobby when he entered, though he could hear staff in a back room taking care of one thing or another. He took a pad of paper from the receptionists desk along with a pen and wrote out:
‘Hi. My name is Toad. I’m a Forever Foal. Please take care of me.’
Chris tucked the note onto Toad’s collar and turned to walk away. Toad tugged against his leg, trying to hold on with his mouth.
“Pwease nu weab Towd! M…Munstah man cuwd be hewe…”
Chris just smiled down to the fluffy. Pat the top of his head and gently broke away. He left, the fluffy never having heard his voice and the staff never knowing who had dropped off their new resident.
