The Abuser’s Web Guide - Episode 6
By: Turboencabulator
The scene opens on the familiar white-topped table in a finished basement room. The sounds of
happy fluffies playing in the background is unbroken until Interocitor walks into frame, face
hidden behind a digital mosaic as usual.
“Hello there, welcome to the sixth episode of this series. So far we’ve gotten some experience
raising fluffies, capturing them from the wild, housing them, and how to deal with those that
need correction. Today we’re going to be discussing an often overlooked category of fluffies,
the working fluff.”
“Now, what are working fluffs? The idea is exactly the same as any other working animal,
they’re trained to do a job. However, because fluffies can speak and learn relatively complex
tasks, they can really make your life easier. Today we’ll be going over the basics of guard
fluffs and milk-mares.”
“These fluffs, mind you, are not abuse targets. The production of milkbags, enfie fluffs,
litterpals, breeders, rapists, and the like is in the next part of the series.”
With that, he pops a shoulder and chuckles. “I know some of you are impatient to get there, but
this series is a toolbox for everyone. Let’s go over and see where to begin with guard fluffs.”
The shot is of a pair of wiggling chirpies, in a small warmed incubation chamber, suckling on
nipples cheek to cheek.
“These two I’ve picked out for the process because even as newborns they’re quite physically
active and essentially inseparable. You always want to train guard fluffs in familial pairs or
triplets. This way they have someone to be emotionally bonded with for comfort, and it lets
them have watch shifts at night.”
Interocitor reaches in and gently lifts one off the nipple, making it cheep and wave its head
around, searching for the warm milk.
“Now, you also always use stallions for this, because of the size and strength
advantage. Interestingly, testosterone in fluffies is not their primary androgenic hormone, so
castration will not harm this advantage.”
With a quick deft movement, Interocitor lops off the chirpie’s testicles with a very sharp
knife. The little one screams for a breath before he applies a balm and a small bandage, before
putting it back on the nipple. It clamps on, fervently kneading the rubber teat and suckling
for comfort.
He picks up the other one, expertly holding its hind legs apart as he slices its balls
off. “The primary reason to do this is first, to kill their sexuality. Un-castrated stallions
that you put through guard training have a tendency to get a bit rapey. With the penis intact
but no balls they don’t develop sexual urges, but also don’t develop any neuroses about not
being a stallion. It’s very important to do this early, so they grow up not knowing any
different.”
After replacing the chirpie on the other nipple, he closes the door on the incubator and pulls
a small bottle the size of a C battery out of a case. “This is a nutrient solution that Alenix
produces for encouraging healthy development of big, strong fluffies. It’s optional, but
recommended. Do not use the Hasbio version, since theirs has a tendency to give fluffies
diabetes.”
He opens a hatch on the side of the incubation chamber and slides the bottle in to a mount,
then home on a spiked connector. “The chamber will meter the dose for you. I also recommend you get out your Alenix catalogue and pick up the Guard Training Audio Lessons series to play while they’re still chirpies. This is designed to teach them to be responsible guardfluffs, but if
you want to roll your own, there’s an excellent article in BioToys Monthly on the correct way
to structure chirpie audio lessons. This, coupled with some of the research on the forums into
the use of hypnotics and binaural beats on fluffies, and you’ll have plenty of room to be
creative in your training.”
A cut later and Interocitor is with three big, healthy looking fluffies playing together in a
pen. “These three stallions are just about ready to graduate and go work in one of my
colleague’s ethical fluffy farms. When they’re ready to come out of the incubators you’ll need
to work with them for around two hours a day, teaching them more advanced concepts. The chamber will instill in them the basics motivations, the want to protect and make sure all fluffies are happy, to listen to humans, things like that. However ideas like ‘who do we get if a fluffy is
injured’, or ‘what do we do if a mare wants to hurt a chirpie’ need attention in lessons from a
person.”
He reaches in and gives the trio lil poke-tickles. The fluffs erupt in giggling and lightly
swatting at his hands. “Just remember. They’re still fluffies, and need time to have fun and be
fluffies.”
Walking back into the fluffy room, Interocitor continues. “Now, milk-mares are more than just a
way to keep your milk stocks up, they’re also essentially midwives and wet nurses. They should
be reserved for use with your good breeders, and you will need to pay attention to them and
milk them twice a day if you don’t have any chirpies to feed. Overfull teats can be agony for a
mare and can cause permanent damage a lot faster than you might think possible. Producing a
good milk-mare takes, on average, just short of a year using my method, but you’re also
practically guaranteed a first-class working fluffy.”
He stops by a pen of playing foals, waving back as several of them shout and wave up at
him. “Hello little ones.”
To the camera, he continues. “Now, when picking a milk-mare, you want to pick one that isn’t
bossy or pushy, but shows worry when other fluffies are hurt or get in fights. Working with
natural characteristics of a fluffy’s personality makes this process a good step easier. However, you don’t want them to be too docile, or they’ll be pushovers for the more pigheaded mothers. If you can get one, an alicorn milk-mare is perfect, since that can help teach foals that alicorns are good fluffies too. Try to avoid pegasi though, they tend to get a bit scatterbrained. Not quite sure why.”
“This one,” he indicates a pastel blue unicorn filly, “is ideal. She’s relaxed for a uni, but
she stops fights even between bigger fluffies. This lot is due for gender separation, and it’s
generally a good idea to teach a milk-mare in parallel to running a lot of breeders, so they
already know and trust her.”
“So, you’ve picked your milk-mare. The next step is to treat her just like your other ‘good’
breeders. Raise her right, keep her healthy and happy, and around eight months old, have her
get pregnant.”
A new pen, with a pair of very rotund dams in it. Interocitor crouches behind them, giving them
gentle scratches. The duo coo and push into his hands. “Hello girls, how’re you two doin
today?”
The one on the left, a pegasus, makes several gestures with her forehooves, mouthing
words. Interocitor chuckles. “Good to hear it Pear.”
The other one giggles. “Peaw hab wots of wakies fwom dancey-tummy-babbies. Gem have wiggly
babbies, but dey no wakies.” Gem says, then makes a frowny face. “Make Gem hab wots pee-pees
though.”
Interocitor nods, grinning. “Sometimes that happens, Gem. You two were really lucky that you
didn’t get the bright-sickies that some soon mummahs get.”
Pear signs and mouths more words up at Interocitor. “Yeah that’s right, I remember when your
mummah had her second litter. We had to give her special liquid food through the pokey-thing
she got so sick.”
“Well I’m going to keep making a movie, you two don’t mind me. You need your rest.”
Interocitor looks up at the camera. “Pear had a rather nasty infection when she was younger
that rendered her mute. It took a long time but we managed to cobble together a mixture of
lip-reading and phonetic sign language. Both Pear and Gem are marked for milk-mare status, but
the first step is always to have a successful litter. They raise their own, and teach them
correctly. These two are partnered because Gem learned Pear’s sign language as well so she can
help translate to the other mothers.”
“Aside from giving them the chance to raise their own litter, which is obviously important for
the experience, it also lets them stabilize psychologically. It cools down the mummah-fever
significantly in mares that are bred after the six month mark, and also has a significant
impact on milk quality. Un-bred, even the best trained milk-mares tend to be sub-par because
their milk volume is far lower, and doesn’t have the nutrient content a bred mare has. Keep in
mind, this also means they need special feed to keep their own health up. This goes double if
you use lactation-inducing hormones. I recommend against using these since they can tax a
mare’s body without really producing much benefit.”
He picks up a bottle with Chinese lettering on it and a crude drawing of a fluffy in a big
hat. “This is from our friends across the ocean, it’s supposed to be a supplement to improve
lactation and milk quality. It does this for about a week, then it practically guarantees
mummah-derp as it sucks all the nutrients out of the mare and stuffs it in her milk. I’ve also
seen it cause brittle bones in some extreme cases. It also can cause growth defects in the
infants.”
“Now comes the important part, though. After their first litter, you set them up for a second.”
“Then you abort it.”
Interocitor is at a bench, carefully filling a syringe with an amber-green fluid. “This is a
specialty product used mostly by mills. Sometimes procreation happens that they don’t want, so
this is administered. It takes about two hours to kick in, but it essentially triggers a
period. Fluffies don’t normally have periods, so it functions as a chemical abortion. The mare
will know what’s happened, but not why. Alternatively, wait until she’s further along and then
kill the fetal chirpies with your drug of choice. There’s an abuse drug that Alenix markets
which guarantees a litter of stillbirths.”
“Then, while you comfort the mare, you make her an offer.”
He walks over to a sleeping dam, just beginning to get round with a litter, and injects her
just under the armpit.
Then, he goes to a shadowy corner, opens a book, and waits.
The ivory dam is crying, face pressed into the crook of Interocitor’s elbow. Her thighs and
tail are stained with blood, and Interocitor is gently petting her, holding the sobbing fluffy
on his lap.
“Shh, shh. It’s ok Hannah, it’s ok. Sometimes this happens. You’re not a bad mummah, and you
know you’re not.”
“AM BAD MUMMAH! HANNAH KIWW BABBIES!”
He gently boops her nose, making her squeak and sniffle. “No, you didn’t. You’re a very good
mummah. Your first litter proves that. We’re going to take you to the vet and they can tell us
what went wrong.”
Hannah snuffles and whines quietly.
“Now, shush. You know you’re not a bad mummah. I know this is hard.” Interocitor says, then
sighs, thinking. “Hannah, I know it feels bad to lose a litter but I have a little idea?”
Hannah looks up at him, then paws tears out of her eyes a little. “Wut idea daddeh?”
“Well,” He says, carrying Hannah to a sink and gently beginning to bathe her. She doesn’t even
flinch. “I found a group of babbies with no mother. I’m not even sure they’re all from the same
litter, but they’re hungry and cold. Do you want to try helping them?”
Hannah blinks, then nods, breathing a bit more calm. “Yus. Wan hewp babbies daddeh.”
“You do? All of them?”
Hannah blinks again, thinking. Then looks up at Interocitor and nods.
Interocitor is in a car, driving. The sound of a fluffy snoring is clearly audible.
“Should’ve had her respiratory tract looked at. Hey all, Hannah just finished up in the vet’s
office. The last step is of course to get the milk-mare spayed. That way the constant nagging
hunger of motherhood denied forces them to be a mother to other litters. Over the next month or
so I’ll slowly integrate her into the breeder’s pens and have an elder mare teach her how to
assist with births and other skills.”
“One thing you should always be aware of is that milk-mares sometimes become depressed because of a lack of companionship. I’ve found that pairing up milk-mares and guards is a good way around this, but if you don’t have two milk mares free so each guard gets one, it can cause
friction or jealousy. An alternative would be to set siblings up as milk mares at the same
time.”
“But, let me get parked and we’ll move on to the mail call.”
Interocitor settles down in an armchair and pulls out a slip of paper. “From Virga, what is
your favorite way of torturing fluffies, or least favorite that you still apply sometimes?”
He thinks for a moment. “Well,” he begins, “My favorite has always been something that kind of
changed from fluffy to fluffy. The one I remember getting the biggest rush from though was
simple exposure. After letting some of my more aggressive stallions have their fill with a
smarty I just put him in an empty stone koi pond we had at the time. Used to go out with a lawn
chair and a meal and watch him. Least favorite that I still use is probably ye olde saw. It has
its purpose for the theatrics of it but it’s too imprecise for my tastes anymore.”
He pulls out another. “From a person with a very rude username, what’s the best method for punishing a rapist?”
“Cut off its penis and leave it in a carrier surrounded by enfie toys and the sounds of mares
being plowed. Estrus scent for extra points. Make sure you leave the testicles unharmed.”
Another slip comes out. “From TobaccoMidnight. I have a mare refusing to let one of her babies
wean. What should I do?”
“Well, you can either let her keep the foal and let it develop into a milk thief, which has its
own applications, or you can separate them by force. The foal will need some stern work to
correct but it’s by no means impossible to salvage. But it sounds like the mare may have been
bred too early. Either use her for abuse breeding purposes or it’s time to have done with her.”
“Well that’s it for this episode, I’ll see you next time!”
