Jake pulled up to a ranch style house with two car garage and picket fence with stone L-shaped stone pavers all along the bottom. The yard was completely enclosed with several stallions frolicking around with toys, including brown and alicorn studs. A young stout woman in a baggy sweater and skirt met him at the gate, all smiles and sunshine Sandy looked like a hug waiting to happen Sandy’s fluffy farm was painted across the gate in front of her as she walked through the gate and did just that. Sandy was a hugboxer through and through and didn’t have the stomach or heart to handle some of the more gruesome aspects of being a breeder so she called Jake once or twice a week to help with that. Jake also offered a few unique services as well that helped make life as a breeder easier, another revelation thought up by Earl.
“Sandy, how’s life on the farm?” Giving her a light pat as she hugged him.
“It’s Milly again, she didn’t take to the reset again. she fought with a handler to keep her baby after it was sold and almost injured it in the scuffle. Then later I had to put her in the sorry box when I caught her trying to eat her last one.” Almost ready to cry.
"(SIGH) That was her third reset, if we do this again then I’d recommend a hard reset, it’s riskier but has a better chance of sticking with these problem fluffies.
“Risks?”
“Yeah, short or long term memory loss, partial derp syndrome, paralyses and maybe death.”
“D-Death? aren’t there any better options?”
“She’s no good here if she keeps eating her foals it’s this, pillowing, or the breeding stockade down at Ranchero Fluffalow.” Pointing a thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh god no, t-the hard reset, please. Oh! and Nana Puffball is retiring today so you need to reset her replacement for the job as well.
“Okay. Now, on to new business look what i got for sale today.” Leading her to the back of the truck and lowering the door.
Pulling forward five pet carriers and facing them gate forward were three sets of mated pairs of fluffies, all three mare’s pregnant but mobile, barely. The fourth had four foals, twin male bright blue shiny, alicorns with red manes/tail and two females, a brown unicorn and olive drab Pegasus, still chirping loudly for food. They looked malnourished and pathetic and it just broke Sandy’s heart to look at them and then she saw why. In the last carrier were two females and a small mess of foals between the two, they banged on the side of their carrier shouting for the “Poopie an Munsta bebbehs” to shut up to stop bothering their siblings in the cage with them. One a bright blue unicorn with shiny coat and a sparkle coated green mare then returned to doting on their good and bestest babies.
“They’re so beautiful! But their attitudes.”
“I’ll assume you’ll want the good mumma special for both if you buy them.”
She then moved onto the expectant couples. Orange male Pegasus with brown earthy, blue earthy with green unicorn and a black male unicorn with purple female Pegasus.
“We’ll have to wait for any resets for them till after they give birth and uh, check this out.”
Opening the carrier with Orange and brown Jake brushed back the mane of the male showing a broken horn stub and the female started pleading for her shaking mate.
Pwease nu huwties for speciew fwend! Nu am munsta! Am gud fwuffy pwamiff
NU! NU! NU! Hewrties fo fwuffy!- cowering under Jake's hand.
Wan gu ta skettiwand, whewe Skettiewand? wuz soopozed to to Skettiwand! HU HU HU!- The dam started breaking down.
“Oh no sweeties no.” Sandy cooed reacing in to pat the mare. “Nobodies getting hurties, this is a good safe place for good fluffies.” The mare’s sobs softening. “Alright you got me, I’ll take them all. those coats are too rare too pass up, attitude be damned.”
“Not like it’ll matter in a few. Couldn’t find their special friends either. too bad, good fluffy genes are hard to find.”
After some negotiations Jake got 5K for the twins, another grand for the alicorn couple. $500 each for the shiny mares and another the $500, each,for the two shiny and sparkly foals between them. $50 each for the regular pairs and an additional $200 processing and reset fee for all that applied. After a fat check for 7.5K written Jake gathered his toolbox in one hand whistled for Stalker and a carrier in the other hand. Sandy had opened her garage door and grabbed a large grey flat cart and loaded up the other carriers then led Jake through a door at the back into the large fenced in back yard. fluffy mares ran about playing near a squat but long barn full of small stables and dams. Their attention was suddenly on the new arrivals but kept a fearful distance from Stalker who obediently followed silently. This was intentional, Jake didn’t want them meeting them before the majority were reset. on the side of the barn was a long work shed where new arrivals were washed trimmed and reset as needed before being released into the yard.The four starving rejects couldn’t wait for their mothers to be cleaned processed and reset into good mommas so the first thing Jake did was strap the two into a milkbag rig, strapping down their legs and blindfolding/gagging them. Sandy placed a foal on each teat, the twins on one and the poopies on another and they drank greedily till they vomited. While they were still drinking Sandy turned to the carriers picked up the black and purple one and placed them next to an industrial steel kitchen sink and sprayer. Bath time was easy for sandy which left Jake free to go collect Milly from the sorry box at the back of the barn. A bright pink alicorn sat in a tiny wooden pen whining about it’s last baby needing it’s mom and hugs and love and so on.
Pwease miwwy nee bebbeh an bebbeh nee mummuh
“Shut up!” His voice boomed and the whole barn went silent.
Jake reached into the sorry box lifting Milly out by the scruff of her neck, spraying a torrent of shit into the box. Before she could protest the bad uppies he slapped her hard across the face twice while shouting at her “Bad Mummah” then stuffed her under his arm and carried her off to the shed, crying and weeping the whole way. As he put her on the table Sandy had already washed the colt and was rolling around in a dry towel on the floor while she scrubbed the mare who cooed about “wawm wawa” and "smeww pwitty bubbews ".
Jake reached into his toolbox and pulled out a collapsible immobilization rig made out of PVC pipes, set it up and strapped Milly into it. Going for the box again he pulled out a small handwritten booklet and a taser. Flipping to the desired page he held the taser to Milly’s forehead, squeezed the trigger and started to count. Sandy covered the eyes of the mare as he worked.
“…5 …10 …aaaand 15.”
Milly was still and silent, a trickle of drool dripped from one corner of her mouth as Jake began to read out loud.
“All babies are good babies, there are no bestist babies or poopie or monster babies, only good. You love having babies but want them to find new homes with human mommas and daddies. It gives you biggest heart happies when they go away with new mommies and daddies when they are not milky babies anymore. when old babies go then you get to have more babies and it gives you biggest heart happies to have more babies. All mommas teach their babies to play nice, make good poopies in litter boxes, never run away and do what mommies and daddies tell them.”
By then the rejects had finished their meal vomiting up the last bit with a burp this let Jake turn his attention to the mares and set Milly aside to recover while he strapped the shiny one into the rig and zapped her with a ten count then gave the same commands as Milly then repeated with the sparkly one. Once they came to Jake placed the twins in front of the shiny blue mare and announced he had found her Babies. She cheered scooping them up and nuzzling them cooing and singing the mummah song, he repeated this with the poopies and their mother responded the same, and time would tell with Milly once she had a new litter. The stallions got a similar treatment that made them loose interest in their foals one they reached a certain age and the pregnant ones were left alone for the moment. The next few hours were spent gathering and sterilizing the foals that had been sold that week and were waiting pick up. $20 per foal with 30 sold this week, 12 vasectomies and 18 liquid nitrogen swabs in the fillies uterus’s.
Now it was time for the saddest chore, putting down the old and sick, at least to Sandy it was who couldn’t bare being near when it was time. In a separate area fenced off behind the barn was a pen with four old fluffies, 11 to 13 each. their colors faded, stayed in their individual nests even when they saw Stalker walk in with Jake, toolbox in hand. He had always promised to make it quick and clean to Sandy but he lied. These entitled little shits lived a life of feeding, fucking and frolicking and he was going to be damn certain their exit from this word would be as horrible as possible. Taking a box cutter from the box he kept it hidden as he approached each on petting it and comforting it before covertly slitting their vocal cords. As one would start rolling around in a panic letting out a hushed “Haff haffff” from trying to scream. Slitting the last one he stood up raised one hand and snapped his fingers. Stalker lunged for the nearest one clamping his teeth over the old mares neck and shook her like a rag doll spraying blood and shit in all directions. Stalker dropped her then bit down on her front let and tore it off, eating it in a few bites then went for the next. He caught it by the back leg crushing bone in one bite then whipped his head around ripping off the leg then rolled the elder stallion over in his back and started to rip out its intestines. Jake grabbed the last two and in each hand and slammed them together then tossed them to Stalker who happily tore and chewed his way through them, leaving them maimed but still alive. They wriggled and writhed in agony letting out haffs and wheezes while trying to drag themselves away from Stalker. Jake snapped his fingers and he stopped sat down and happily panted while licking blood from his lips. The corner of the pen had a burn barrel in the corner for disposing of the bodies, Jake put on some gloves and picked up one in each hand and dropped them in the barrel and when he filled it pulled a bottle of lighter fluid from his toolbox and gave it a good squirt before dropping a lit matchbook in. A mighty FWOOSH of flame shot up and the barrel rocked slightly as they flailed about inside. picking up a garden hose off the fence he spayed the area clean then Stalker and his gloves. Stalker shook himself dry as Jake felt a buzz from his phone and checked the screen. It was an alert App from one of the SkettiLand traps, the live cam showed the one of the pens had filled with a feral herd and with one press of a button the shutter doors dropped and they were trapped. Gathering his tools he collected his final fee loaded up the now empty carriers and drove of to empty another full trap.