“How we coming on the Ap?” George asked performing some last minute maintenance on a machine before him and occasionally looking over to a monitor as a task bar was close to loading.
“Dave says its ready but he still wants to run the tests to assure everything’s ready when we release it for download.” Mark adds as he takes out his phone and proceeds to the back room. “I’ll go get a set of test scans.”
George passively grunts as the task bar fills and he grins looking over to a podium. He digs out a fluffy mannequin from from a box and lays a pre selected hide vest over the back and sides before buttoning it in place. “Soon, the trial run begins.”
Mark walks through the back room and pauses at Box 1 with a small assortment of fluffies. A mother and three foals nestled comfortably snug in a fluffy pile. A scene might have even warmed his heart if not for the shivering brown foal huddled up in the corner beside the litterbox.
Preparing a bottle of formula as a reward for the foals co-operation he tests the temperature and then proceeds to lean over and gently rub the Sandy mane of the foal whose pattern was too disfigured to properly be designer and kind of looked like an earth toned Rorschach test. “Pst, Camo time to get up.”
The foal yawned. “Gud bwite time mistah mawk.” It said nuzzling against the fingers that stroked it in desperate desire for affection before snapping to consciousness fully at sight of the formula. “Miwkies fo’ camo?”
“Indeed. When we’re done I just need you to stand up and smile for me so I can get a picture.” Mark adds presenting his off hand as Camo raised his arms to be given upsies one handed. “Up we go.” Mark adds taking the foal to a workbench a few steps away.
The two enjoy a few minutes of bonding after he sets the foal down on a pad and begins the feeding. “I take it Trixie didn’t feed you again huh?”
Taking a pause to let out a tiny burp before replying. “Nu mommas fauwt, say nu miwkies weft aftah sissies an’ bestest bwuddah.” Mark wasn’t sure if the foal was simply covering for its mother or it was truly that naïve.
“Is that so…” Mark adds side eyeing the sleeping mother as the fluffpile was starting to stir. They would all be awake soon. “Regardless, stand and smile for me and I can put you back.”
“O’tay Mistah Mawk.” The splotchy foal added rising from its rump and gave a beaming smile after licking its lips as Mark lined up the foal with his phone and clicked the button. The picture clicked over to another screen to be analyzed and the measurements came up as predicted.
“Excellent. Now Camo before I put you back, what color do you like best among your siblings?” Mark added casually picking up the foal and turning to face the Pen with his family so he could overlook them.
“Hmmm…” The thought took longer then mark was comfortable. “Wike bwuddah’s wed dah bestes’ mistah mawk.” The foal adds before beings slowly placed back amongst its family.
“Thought so.” Mark adds as he opens a locker and commences to put feed into the top of a funnel nearby as it piped down to fill the various pens along the wall as a clamour of voices began to ping out now. The feeding frenzy had begun.
While Trixie was scarfing down at her food bowl Mark looked at the red foal with its orange streaks and yellow mane. Pyro had a temper as hot as his looks and he had quickly obtained the moniker of ‘smarty’. Marks ears stung, between the cacophony in the background and the orders and belittling of the smarty before him all mark could seem to hear was a hot buzzing white noise as he decided to finally grab pyro as a test foal after a sorry hoof was quickly turning into sorry poops.
The smarty was quickly swept up and over to the litter box with a response of “Bad upsies~ hewp!” Pyro complained as he unleashed a torrent of shit into the box before being massaged by marks thumb to further evacuate the foal before the procedure. "ouchies! mummah sabe pywo fwom dummeh assistant~ Eeep!"Mark finished the evacuation and proceeded into a full body grip for good measure to show his displeasure.
The fluffies were well aware he was to be referred to as ‘Mister Mark’ as any other designation would be punished but pyro was one of the few to rub his actual title in when performing such disrespect. In a sense he was glad Pyro would be their test subject.
“Bestest Babbeh?” Trixie added looking up with crumbs falling from her face. “Mister mawk, pwease gib back pywo.” She added after rushing over and standing on her back legs pawing at the wall with her front. “Too wittwe fo’ upsies. Nee’ gib bestes’ miwkies befow sissies nao that am fed.”
“Dat’s wite dummeh, put down wight noa! Pywo am hab tummy owwies, nee’ miwkies.” Not an appology from either eh? That settles it.
“No can do, we’ll be back after some special play time.” Mark added proceeding back towards the door as the two called for one another and trixie proceeded to push away her daughters after settling down onto her haunches for a sob. Afterall Bestest babby was first.
After a tirade of insults and other Bile Mark had finally returned to the room where he proceeded to lock Pyro’s hoofs into place. Ignoring the foal and wiggling his finger in his ear for a moment to try and fight the Tinitus as he clacked his mouth slightly to try to get his hearing back. Turning his currently better ear to george he state “Measurement software working as intended. Subject secure and ready for processing test.”
“Excellent.” George added having just finished inputting the final figures as he pressed the enter key. A set of Eyrises focused on Pyro from above, the sides, front and back for a moment as a 3D model appeared on the screen.
George moved the mouse over to a button that said ‘Defluff.’
“Pywo no wike metal munstah, gib wowstest sowwy~ mmphh!” Pyro added as a leather gag was secured between his teeth garbling his words and a tampon was slid up its rectum with a muffled ‘Screeeee~’ and a few tears.
“Not risking it shitting on the prototypes rear camera.” George adds to mark giving him a look as if to say ‘is that really necessary?’
“This takes awhile, ima go get some lunch. Want me to bring you back anything from that pizza place on fifth?” Mark adds heading for the front door.
“Dont think so, but text me todays special. I might get hungry before you’re done.” George added as he started the recording software.
A Robotic arm with a pair of tweezer like digits moved to the front of the fluffy and plucked a single hair from its head. Pyro responded with a muffled ‘ouchie’ as the arm turned about and found the corresponding portion of the hoodie attached to the fluffy hide vest and proceeded to shift its digits inward and then re-expel the hair with a precise punching motion where it corresponded.
“One down.” George chuckled watching the machine get into full swing each hair taking about ten seconds between pluck and punch before it was back in position to punch again. “Hundreds to go.”
He pondered how he wanted to word the slogan, most fashion lines would advertise ‘cruelty free’ but not his Bestest Baby apparel / Lookin’ Smarty lines. They were designed explicitly to cause extensive cruelty to Smarties and once they were stripped of their fluff and unable to regrow they would later be processed for hides to make more vests, hoods and chaps for future projects. Heck you could even purchase the video of the procedure for a slight upcharge.
“Hmmm, buffalo pizza eh? Sure~” George added after responding to his phones ping and sending a reply text.
By the time mark was back Pyro was a shivering sobbing mess chirping in a blanket bundle. George looked back to make sure it was Mark before saying. “Just in time.” He added finishing up a button fastening and presenting ‘Camo’ in his new Bestest winter apparel.
“Mistah Mawk wook, Camo am su pwetty in Pywo Cwothies!” The Colt added hopping excitedly as it became accustomed to the slight restriction of movement.
“Im happy you’re happy Camo.” Mark added actually preferring his base colors but decided to let the foal have the moment.
“We can get to the sweater bedazzler tests later. Why dont you take Camo outside to play while I eat lunch. I know I certainly dont want to miss the reunion of these two with trixie but no way in hell am I brining food into the back room.” He adds remembering the reason they had put the ‘no food/drink’ sign on the back room.
“Get to pwaysies wiff mistah mawk in white fwuff!?” Camo adds with excitement as Mark picks him up to head back to the front door.
“You know what, it’s a time to celebrate. For you it’s Daddy Mark, Merry Christmas Camo.” Mark adds as he crosses the threshold.
“Mistah Mawk be Nyu Daddeh? Camo hab su many heawt happies.” The fluffy adds nearly passing out from light headedness and excitement.
“Yup, now lets get some pictures of you playing for the web page.” Mark adds with a smile as the two begin to enjoy themselves outside.
George with a finger crimping a blind in the window and a slice of buffalo pizza in the other hand watches Mark and Camo outside for a moment. Daddy mark with his feet close together did a series of heel to toe impression of his previous step steps. This allowed him to make an impromptu channel in the somewhat shallow snow over the grass of the complex outside. Camo hopped diagonally from right foot to left foot impression through the slight variances of snow depth to try and keep up until mark took a long step into the snow and the fluffy tried to follow.
Mark laughed as Camo ended belly down with all four legs spread wide. “Hewp! Daddeh, camo sinkin in dah cowd fwuff.” The fluffy colt added wiggling its limbs as Mark took a picture with his phone.
George set the pizza crust aside with a sigh. “Of course, buffalo fluffy. I miss chicken.” 2/3rds of the pizza remained as he grumbled and walked over to the blanket bundle on the table and gazed downward at Pyro seeking comfort in suckling its hoof to try and calm itself.
‘Pathetic.’ Was all George could think.
“Alight, come on you wrinkly nudist.” You say reaching into the blanket as you pick up Pyro by its neck roll. Its fat undulates and jiggles as it catches up and adjusts to its new hanging positioning as Pyro continues to cheep in complaint and discomfort. With the flesh toned freshly tweezed ball sack of a foal in hand you entered into the back room.
Trixie grimaced grumpily in her nest watching her two daughters reluctantly stacking blocks to distract themselves from their hunger as their mother refused to feed them until Pyro had eaten. As Trixies head lifts they too turn to see George carrying pyro.
“Brudder?” The near identical but inverted black and white fillies added curiously. Their shock broken suddenly as the block slipped from one of their grips and dropped behind them. The black filly peeped and ducked while the white one let out a tiny fart while jumping in surprise.
Trixies mouth was slack and she was momentarily speechless at the sight before her as you lean in and place pyro down next to them on its rump.
Pyro leaned toward its sisters with tears and chirped as it extended its arms in desperate desire for hugs. “Bwudder, dat 'ou?” Light the medically white sister with blonde mane and tail and a twisted pearl horn like your classical princess’s unicorn said with a tilt of their head one way.
“What happen to bwuddew?” Void the black body and maned sister with oil slick like rainbow highlights and black straight horn added with a similar tilt in the opposite direction.
The two were amazing quality and George was surprised neither of them had been considered the best since they were like aspects of their mother. Perhaps she couldn’t decide between them so went for the next best out of necessity. The two looked at you and knew your stance on the issue but turned to their mother not wanting to suffer her wrath unnecessarily. “Mummah? Can sissies huggies no fwuff bwudda?” The twins added in unison knowing how their mother reacts if they attempt to hug Camo if she’s paying attention.
Pyro stretched arms caused them to fall flat on their chest with a ‘oof’. . . The silence shattered promptly.
“MumMAHH~!” Pyro belted out in a wail.
‘There he is.’ George thinks with a sigh. He had hoped Pyro had properly gone full chirpy reset so he had a chance of retraining them with a nanny mare since his red body with its orange streaks and yellow mane like a shifting flame would all but guarantee a buyer with the right disposition.
“Baby!?” Trixie added jumping to a standing position as she stampeded towards the three. Void and light jumped back and behind the blocks to take cover as Trixie slid into a dive and grasped Pyros naked body between her front hooves as she began to spin and rotate the fleshy mass before her.
“Wha’ happen to bestest babbies pwetty fwuff!? Am O’tay?” She added hefting herself on her back and lifting him in the air as she gave him a few sniffs and curious licks to confirm his status as he squeed in complaint. Trixie was a Onyx black coat with high luster and many small spots which is where camo got his distorted pattern from. Half the spots were white while the remainder were random colors of the spectrum like various stars in the night sky. Her mane and tail were a dark aurora of colors. Her only flaw were her Pegasus wings that lacked feathers, but they honestly looked pretty interesting as black skeletal wings. They would probably make her even more appealing to the right buyer but he had no intention of selling.
“Wowstes meanie huwties. Wan huggies, wan miwkies. NEE’ wub, wight NAO! huuu huu~” He added bawling. While she rolled to her side and placed him in position out of instinct it was obvious she was having a philosophical crisis going on in her head.
George stood silently observing the wrinkles and veins on Trixies face as she struggled to think deeply and make a decision on this most important issue. It was the kind of look reminiscent to deep constipation mixed with the awkwardness of having sneezed and shat your pants while at a restaurant with your peers. The twitching of barely contained rage in one eye was only overshadowed by a slight hint of blood from one of the nostrils.
Void and light had edged over to Trixies other tit. “Sissies tuwn.” Light said and Void thanked her and began to suckle and massage as light walked over to her brother and gave him a much needed hug. Light didn’t like the way her brother felt right now but she loved her family so she tolerated it for their sake. “Wub Brudah.”
George was surprised, Trixie would usually only allow Pyro to feed until they were content before feeding the two sisters with the remainder. She must really be deep in thought. After a minute of feeding void walked over to take over hugging and give her sister a chance to feed while their mother was distracted. Pyro unlatched and leaned on his sister void and wept as she embraced him. After light had fed for a minute as well he finally decided he should probably do something.
“Trixie!” George added with a snap on his fingers as if to release the fluffy from a trance.
“Wha’?” Trixie added as her face became a very neutral expression as if she had rebooted. Blinking one eye and then the other she shook her head slightly and then stood up. “Why mistah geowge an’ mawk take owd bestest pywo’s pwetty fwuff? Babbehs nee’ fwuff, am cowd times!” Trixie added with false concern and mild indignation that something she had taken pride in had been stripped from her.
“~Owd Bestest?” Pyro’s heart cracked slightly as this was one of the first times he hadn’t felt support and admiration from his mother. It did not feel good. It felt so not good his sisters huggies felt like itchy poopies! The kind you drag your poopy place against the floor cause it feels good to scratch.
“Ah so you were back here~” Mark added carrying Camo under his arm at his side.
“Why mumma no wub Nuddist!?” Pyro added in sudden indignation.
“HOLY~ OH no~” Mark quickly set down Camo in the pen as he and George cracked up at how in his Trauma Pyro had re-imprinted on the term ‘Wrinkly Nudist’ and had determined its name was now ‘Nudist.’ The two were howling with laughter slapping each other on the shoulder, pointing and laughing and other similar things for the next few minutes which eventually deflated the puffed cheeks of the smarty.
“Poopy babbeh nu am poopy nao!? poopy babbeh cant be pywo, buh no fwuff am dummeh~ camo am ~ poopies. . . Am bestes’. am… am…” Trixies dialogue drifted off again and her face drifted back to a similar one to earlier, this time blood eventually trickling slightly from the other nostril.
Light and Void stepped away from their wrinkly brother and approached Camo. “Camo am pwyo nao?” Light added going around the left.
“Wike bwothews owd cowows bettew, buh wook gud on 'ou.” Void added heading around to the right deciding they had time to give Camo attention while their mother was thinking. The two hugged him from both sides and he squeaked in approval.
“Nuu fair…” Nuddist grumbled as he stamped his jiggling flesh over to the bed. His head hurt and mother couldn’t hear him even if he wanted to complain.
“Wight, boid, camo su excited. Mawk am camo daddeh nao!” Camo added unable to contain the news.
The two blinked remembering the rule and gave a confused tilt as they looked at him. “Weawwy?”
“Ok, that’s enough laughter.” Mark added wiping a tear from his eye. “Yes, but just to Camo. It’s still mister mark to you two.” He added placing a hand on both sides of the hug pile and shifted his fingers slightly in a tickle walk.
The fluffies squealed from the tickling. “Otay~otay!” the sisters added barely breaking unison from laughter.
“So George, what should we do about trixie?” He added waving his hand back and fourth with no response as her slumped features reminded him of a primitive ape man caricature.
“Lets do our tasks,” He added checking his phone as it buzzed seeing a new order. “We’ll circle back to Trixie soon enough.” He added with ominous foreshadowing.
“You got it boss.” Mark added telling camo to have fun while Mark worked.
“O’tay daddy.” Camo added looking up at his mother and waving his hoof like daddy as he and his sisters treated their mother as a water cooler and chatted for the next few minutes between feedings.
They then went to play and after seeing pyro was asleep and fiddling with the buttons for a bit he showed his sisters how the outfit worked and they took turns doing their best impressions of their smarty brother who was sleeping angrily.
~Sorry for not getting to the clothing, guess i’ll save that for a potential part 3 when I find inspiration ; Part 3 may be delayed due to dental pain interfering with creative flow.~
