Its been 2 years now and William is back to the main trading line, not only as a farmer, but also as a fluffy seller.
To avoid any problem, he signed a contract with Hasbio to legalize his activity and receiving economic support from them.
Now William owns the first free-range fluffy farm in his country.
His farm has grown too.
Now with more income, he bought back lands and forniture.
All of his product (fluffy included) are of the most top quality in circulation and he’s well known for the employer friendly contract.
He makes sure to hire only hugboxers and at max neutralboxers, this for preventing any product damage.
A stressed fluffy has two options:
Going insane and perform a fluffslaughter or killing themself.
In both case, its a monetary loss and William does anything to prevent that, because remember his mantra “A happy fluffy is a happy costumer and a happy costumer is more willing to return and spend more”
About his fluffies, they started from a small herd of 6 members to becoming a mega herd of 50+ members and the numbers keep increasing monthly.
William alone couldn’t handle even one of them, all the logistics goes down to one single fluffy, Peach.
An abnormally intelligent fluffy who has managed to lead all alone a group of horny rainbow rats, how do she does that its still a mystery.
She is feared, loved and respected by every single fluffy of the farm.
Its winter now and sales have slowdown a bit due to the low season.
Employers and fluffies are reduced to half.
Overall its has been a chill day, foal playing on the snow with the surveillance of meres and some employers, stallions at work keeping clean the farm, Peach running back and forth for any single problem and William doing manager stuff.
Of the original herd, except for Peach, are all gone.
William didn’t care if sold to loving families or questionable individuals.
Its finally night, everyone asleep.
Inside the warm barn, there is pure silence, even the many sensitive bebes who usually cry and peeps constantly are surprisingly calm.
While outside, beside a snow storm, something else is happening…
The next morning, when William goes to open the gates he’s welcomed by a huge wall of snow.
Nothing that cant be cleaned, he prepared a mixed squad of fluffies and employers and started digging through.
While digging, one of the stallions finds a strange bright violet ball, at first it seems like any other toy that maybe some foals forgot to return, but on touch it seems like it had fur.
He didn’t gave much weight and throw it behind him returning to his digging.
But soon, he found another one and another and another… he knew that there were many toys but this many outside?
He finds another one, but this time when he touches it…
it peeps… very weakly but it peeps.
Then he connects the dots, toys doesnt have fur and dont peeps… those arent toys… those are fluffies!
The moment he realizes, he panicked and screams alarm.
DADDEEEE DADDEEEEEE! JEWEMI FOUN BEBE IN SNOW!!!
Once the alarm is set, the entire squad rushes to the same hole and began digging there.
Once they finally breach the snow wall, they find themself a huge valley of snow decorated with colorful dots.
Upon further investigation, it has been revealed that all those dots were actually fluffies.
Apparently the night before, multiple herds of feral Fluffies wandered near the farm but got caught by the storm while trying to sneak inside.
Many were the dead, under some of the corpses there were foals, perhaps the meres tried to cover their babes from the cold but unfortunately due to lack of oxygen or the very weight of snow, foals have died anyway.
Some were even giving birth in that moment, having dead newborns stuck in their special places.
Many stallions started to cry at that apocalyptic view, but this didn’t discouraged from searching for any survivor.
Nurse meres were called to assist the rescue of any still alive fluffy.
If even one single fluffy could be saved, it was worth it.
After the rescue mission, over 80 counted feral fluffies founded, only 5 foals and one young colt were found barely alive.
Unfortunately due to cold damage, the colt had to undergo an operation that removed 3 legs and part of his face.
Named Ghost, he is extremely attached to those foals and overprotective at times.
But wait… did you thought the story ends here?
You’d be wrong! Very wrong.
The following night, another similar event happens.
Another mega herd of 50+ feral fluffies tried to sneak inside the farm.
And this repeats for every single week, thousands and thousands of fluffies would find their end trying to sneak in William’s farm.
Rescuing these fluffies was a duty for the employers but there were way too many and medicating them had its costs.
Too many fluffies, too many to handle.
Pens full to the top, no space to move safely without stepping over a laying fluffy.
Even Peach that usually is the peacekeeper, had started finding unsolvable problems.
The “original” herd offsprings were rapidly disappearing leaving place to a multitude of crippled, unhealthy brats nobody wanted throwing tantrums and bad poopies.
Quality reached the bottom and sales were dropping, William had to take extreme measures to keep quality control and builded an incinerator room.
Tired, William started to investigate the cause of these massive invasions.
Months passed and the situation was only getting worse, was this another end for William?
While he was doing groceries in a city store, purely by coincidence, William overheard a commercial jingle coming from a TV.
And there he understood everything.
Hasbio made a TV commercial about his farm depicting it as some sort of promised land for fluffies.
What hasbio didnt count was that the ad was too effective.
Countless of fluffies domestic and feral, hearing about this mystical place, decided to take part and try to set their new home there.
Needles to say that, because of this ad, many owners of escaped fluffies were extremely furious at Hasbro and William’s Farm and tried to sue him.
But he couldn’t do anything about it, Hasbio just did all themself and didnt bothered to tell him that they made an ad.
So, William did the only thing it was right at the time.
He sued Hasbio, they either clean their mess and pay for all the damages they carelessly caused or break the contract and pay William for all the damages.
After that event, the ad was finally removed and all damages repaid.
The contract was changed into an affiliation one, the farm still remains official but its in William’s possesion.
The fluffies invasions were slowly lowering, but still happening, apparently because now the ad had become a some sort of mythical tale shared by rumors and stories between fluffies folclore.
And slowly also everything returned like before… except the part where there are now over 2000 fluffies in William’s farm with little to no space, the quality has dropped drastically and theres literal fights for survival.
But as we all know, William always know what to do
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Hey V sauce, Lappo here.
I know this not the best nor the longest story, its confusing and i swear i read it multiple times but idk how to make it clearer.
Enjoy it anyway
overall enjoyed everything, would even work for William (?)