You are… well you don’t have a name yet
But you are a fluff on a mission
Before you are the multi ton doors to a hasbio foal-in-a-can distribution center
You take a deep breath and approach the doors
In one swift motion you rip the doors off the hinges as if they were nothing more than soda can tabs
The alarms immediately sound as security guards rush the front entrance
They were truly not prepared to find a fluffy as the intruder
Despite their confusion they open
Fire
Throwing a ship’s biscuit at you would have yielded the same result
They continue firing until the barrels of their guns warped from the heat buildup
You then attempt to walk past them peacefully
They initiate confrontation and you kill them
Well not all of them
One of them had the good sense to leave as if nothing happened
You make your way to the production room
It’s worse than you could have possibly imagined
The employees attempt to stop you but quickly realize that a new career would be the better alternative
You unhook the mares and stallions from their hellish torment
Then collect all the foals both inside the building and those being loaded onto the the delivery trucks
You then signal for your herd to help transport the newly liberated fluffies
Back to your hideout
You return inside the facility where the employees are tied up
“I need a list of every foal-in-a-can vendor that is supplied by this facility”
One of the employees an arrogant floor supervisor pipes up
“I have no intention of divulging that information! Especially not to a damned biotoy!”
You smile
“Ok have it your way”
You drag her over to where the mares were hooked up
You grab a handful feeding tube
“Is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?”
“ I… I don’t have clearance to access that information “
You sigh
“Wrong answer”
Shove every feeding tubes down her throat
You then turn on the feeding machine
A series of muffled gargled screams fill the production room floor
You turn your attention to the other employees
“I’m going to keep asking until I get the correct answer”
One of them starts talking
“The Forman has that information. He’s out for dinner right now in the cafeteria!”
You instruct some of your herd to “finish the installation process for the floor supervisor”
You head over to the cafeteria
The Forman quickly realizes what is going on and gives you all the information you need
You return to the production room
And see what a fine job your herd did with the “instillation”
Now you and your herd hit every vendor on the list
By the end there’s not a single foal-in-a-can within a 20 mile radius
You and your heard return to the hideout
You come to the realization that most if not all of the rescued mares and stallions are missing teeth limbs and other crucial pieces of their bodies
You know its possible to clone fluffies so it should be just as possible to clone individual pieces
The only people who would know how to do that would be hasbio geneticists
Perhaps you should pay them a visit