with winter in full swing it was officially the slow season for the crew at Skettiland Elimination and Control. most business now would be selling from their private livestock to abusement parks and pet stores in need of extra holiday stock. of course with the unexpected capture of the designer ferals the breeding pens were filled and an improvised expansion on it had to suffice for the moment. a couple of store bought yard pens for babies and small pets expanded the pen down the middle of the barn. Earl, Mark, and Jake slapped together some new stockades out of the scrap wood from the new barns construction adding ten new ones to the pen with room for a few more. Locked in his cage DA1 the little white alicorn tried to force open his cage, his horn glowing as the padlock on the door shook and flailed about until he was exhausted. his cage sat on the bottom shelf next to many other cages on the shelf but only his had a pad lock, being the only telekinetic in the whole herd that had almost two dozen alicorns. his once mighty herd that he was his to lead when his daddeh would eventually step down as the smarty friend, now his herd just talked about enfies and babbehs all the time. laying on his side in defeat the side of his face pressed into the chicken-wire door stretching it out just enough to see the other cage doors, it took him awhile to realize non of the others had padlocks. Just simple flat bars with slots and eye hooks that could twist around with a cotter pin through it. maybe just maybe. his little horn lighting up the pin on the next cage over wiggled and the eye hook twisted to a horizontal position then the pin shot out bouncing off the concrete floor in front of DA1’s. the bar slowly swung out and the door cracked open slightly.
-Bwudda! Bwudda! sowwy box open! get outsidies now!
the door nudged open slightly then swung out when a shining glittering blue alicorn with rainbow mane swatted at it with his hoof. stepping out still locked in a chastity belt he looked around confused for a second then asked out loud.
-Time fow enfies? Whewe mawe? Need enfies now- Already starting to buck his hips a little.
-Nu bwudda! hewp Dee-ay wun out sowwy box!
-Nu enfies? NU! wan enfies! wan enfies!! NEED ENFIES!- Starting to stamp his hooves in a tantrum.
Grunting out a frustrated sigh as he rolled his eyes he turned around and tried his luck with the cage on the other side of his cage. the door was un-latched and a shiny glittery pink and white striped unicorn poked her head out curiously with a chastity belt of her own.
-Time fow babbehs? fwuffy tuwn be soon mummah?
-Sissy! wet Dee-ay wun out sowwy box!
-Den babbehs?
-whuh? NU! Nu babbehs! need to git hewd way fwom bad hoomins!
-Bu…Buh wan babbehs…- Starting to tear up, a tantrum immanent.
He tried again and again, opening almost seven cages along the bottom shelf and the results were the same every time. soon the newly freed started to try and mount one another in a futile attempt to breed and DA-1 Just laid in his cage smacking his head into the mesh in depressed frustration. the thunderous sound of boots on a wooden plank walkway was his only warning someone was coming. when the door slammed open and Jake’s gigantic form blocked the outside light and every fluffy jumped at the noise.
“Nana 1! What is going on here?” Looking over the fence to the nurse fluff standing in front of a tablet with a panic button icon.
-sowwy boxies open and aww da fwuffs now am enfin.
“They just…“opened”? All on their own?” His steely gaze locking on DA-1’s cage.
-yus.- Nodding quickly. -Wike magic!
“Uh-huh. Good girl Nana 1, you girls get sketties tonight.” Eyes still locked on DA-1
the six nurse mare cheered and pranced in little circles but DA-1 felt a coldness run through him he hadn’t felt since his last winter in the wild. Jake pulled the loose fluffies apart who were starting to form little fluff piles trying to achieve penetration with any hole they could find and threw them back in their cages. locking the last cage he pulled DA-1’s off the shelf and held it up to eye level.
“So you think you’re so smart, huh? Well congratulations you earned a one way trip to the stud stockade.”
setting his cage on the counter the second it was unlocked he tried to bolt but there was no getting past Jake’s gorilla paw sized hand. his head stuffed into a stockade a valve plug was jammed into his ass and then Jake reached into the cabinet overhead and pulled out a roll-up satchel of tools rolling them out in front of DA-1’s face. setting up a torch he drew a pair of surgical tongs and waved the tongs through the flame a few times to sanitize it and repeated with a scalpel. using the tongs the semi-flat circular ends pushed past DA-1’s left eye lids pullling out his eye.
-NU take see pwace! Nu nu! Need see pwace fow wun an pway!
SNIP!
-REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
“Not anymore.”
-Nu pwease! Nice mistah pwease nu give Dee-ay wun foweva dawkies! be good fwuffy pwomise! Pwomise! Nu SCREEEEEE!
The second eye was plucked from it’s socket as Jake heated up the scalpel again then cut the remaining eye free. the barn had grown silent not a fluffy made a sound save for the screaming DA-1, pleading for his eyes back and to save him from the darkness, bloody tears flowing from the now empty sockets. A speculum was forced into his mouth so a feeding tube could be jammed down his throat and then the air tubes down his nostrils. strapping a feeder muzzle on then pulling on a set of surgical gloves next he picked up a thick three inch needle with a hose leading to a urine bag and set it behind the stallion. lubing up a catheter he took DA-1’s dick between thumb and forefinger and slid it up his urethra slowly till it locked in place and let the urine flow out into a pail. After he was drained a sterile plastic hose was fitted to the catheter then the needle was carefully pierced through his abdomen directly into his bladder with every poke and prod DA-1 wiggled and squirmed against the stockade’s leg straps trying to scream through the muzzle.
“Oops almost forgot to sanitize the sockets.” Reaching for a can of disinfectant spray.
Giving each empty socket a good heavy squirt and left him to flail his head in agony while he connected the plastic hose to a glass jar then got out the prostate probe. hooking up the valve plug to a shop-vac he drained him down to nearly empty, now it was time for the probe. poking one finger to the valve plug the flaps folded inward giving the probe gaping access to his insides, Jake gave him a good long zap, maybe a little longer than he should. When he let up at last DA-1 went limp in the stockade letting out low muffled "Hu hu"s but had no time to recover when he got zapped again. while his body went ridged as he forcibly orgasmed again so hard this time it hurt and he filled the oversized collection jar some more. the third zap was even worse but got no results so Jake called it a day and disconnected the hose from the catheter once its contents dribbled into the jar. connecting a feeding hose to the muzzle that led to a private feeding tank filled with a concoction laced with hormones and fertility enhancers for capacity and volume. Packing up the jar in a small ice filled cooler he turned off the primary lights leaving only the secondary lights for the nurse fluffs and left DA-1 in the stockade on the counter. before he shut the door he took the marker off the messages board and wrote for whoever feeds the nurse fluffs tonight to be sure to give them sketties for dinner.
From the scene its like talkin to patients in an asylum.