Governments around the world have implemented stringent international regulations on fluffies use in industry, mandating modifications and e-tagging and tracking with severe fines for any fluffy found to have escaped from a facility, understandable with the immeasurable economic and environmental damage that feral fluffies have caused.
The key takeaways from this regulation are as follows;
Any fluffy used in an industrial setting must
- be tagged in both ears, for tracking purposes.
- be over the age of 4 weeks, or over specified dimensions, to reduce chances of ineffective sterilisation.
- not be pregnant, to not allow infiltration of sexually intact fluffies into facilities
- not be suffering from fever, to not introduce illnesses into facilities
- be spayed or neutered as appropriate, for safety in an escape/theft scenario.
- be treated with with Skatole every 24 hours (chemical component that makes mammalian faeces smell), to ensure that industrial fluffies are less likely to be accepted by feral fluffies.
- be modified with the removal of all four limbs to the joint. To make escape a practical impossibility without human intervention.
FCKD Systems RIAMM -1 (Regulation Intake Automatic Modification Machine)
Fluffies are introduced to the RIAMM-1 via conveyor belt, a series of camera sensors measure the dimensions of and laser thermometers assess the health of fluffies that pass on the conveyor, a computerised system will keep track of fluffies within the system from this step forward.
Once measured fluffies are dropped over a sorting gap, this system uses a series of compressed air nozzles to separate fluffies which do not meet size and health requirements into two output chutes, one for unhealthy or dead fluffies which are incinerated, and another for undersized fluffies.
Those that pass this inspection will fall into an angled slide/chute which brings them to the next stage, where fluffies are picked up by automated manipulators, which place fluffies into an immobilisation and inspection conveyor for further processing. Female fluffies may have been carrying undersized foals and managed to pass them through the separator, the manipulator will separate these unsuitable specimens and add them to a waste chute.
Each segment of the conveyor is fitted with a sexing sensor, once differentiated an evacuation roller compresses the fluffies inducing defecation, urination and in pregnant mares may induce early birth of fetuses, before the conveyor separates fluffies by their genitalia into two separate lines for sterilisation. The male line passes an instrument which removes both shaft and testicles, before catheterisation followed by a treated-water cleaning spray, before thermal cauterisation of the site.
The female line passes an instrument which injects a chemical cauterising agent into the fluffies womb, which will also cause abortion of any unborn fetus that might remain, before the female is also given a treated-water cleaning spray.
Faeces, urine, aborted fetuses, amputated tissue, and cleaning spray fluid are added to a mixed waste chute.
Both male and female lines are recombined for further processing, both ears are tagged with a unique tracked identification number. Before passing the amputation station which quickly ligates the blood vessels, transects the muscles and dislocates the limb at the shoulder/hip joint using torsion and tension, removing the limb before it closes and cauterises the wound. Amputated limbs are separated and added to a waste chute.
The Final step of the process sees the conveyor pass underneath an atomised spray of pure skatole to scent mark the fluffies to meet regulatory standards.
Waste streams apart from unwell fluffies are best treated with maceration to combine wastes into a slurry which can be disposed or sold.
Reginald Has A Bad Day
You are Weginawd, its actually Reginald but you can’t pronounce that properly. And this is the best day of your life as you are finally leaving the shelter. A man came in and said something about “collecting the end of line crate” that you didn’t understand, but you were very happy as you were put in a big crate with some of your friends and two dozen other fluffies that you were obviously going to be best of friends with when you got to your new house.
Looking around the crate most fluffies were poopie browns and greens, mares and stallions, and some dummeh babbehs in similar colours, whereas you were a vibrant yellowy orange and your special friend you had given good enfie times to was a pretty shade of yellowy-beige. Your wire cage was closed up and your new daddeh and the meanie who had made loud shouty noises at you after you had special huggies carried your crate to a big metal munsta that had more crates than you could count containing even more fluffies, clearly your new daddeh was the best daddeh ever for wanting so many fluffies, you were glad that you were loaded onto the truck near the top as you could smell the poopie smell coming up from below and hear the pitiful cries of “nu wike poopie” “nu wike bad smeww” “pwease sky fwuffie no more peepee and poopie, fwuffie nu smeww gud” “sowwie down fwuffie weawwy need poopies” coming from below you.
After a few minutes the big metal munsta that you were riding started moving and wind whistled through the cage bars, it was a bit scary but you were a big fluffy now and you needed to comfort your special friend and the baby she had decided to adopt from the cage, she said that it would be “gud pwactice for soon babbehs” lots of the fluffies were not happy and as the speed picked up there were cries “pwease metaw munsta no shout at fwuffie, fwuffie am gud fwuffie, nu wike woud noisie, nu wike cowd.” and soon you could not hear anything but the wind rushing past your ears, as you hugged your special friend.
Thankfully the metal munsta only shouted at you for only a little bit before it pulled off the motorway and turned onto an industrial estate next to a landfill, you looked around eager to see your new house, it was clearly going to be amazing with so many fluffies there. You passed industrial building after industrial building each more nondescript than the last until the truck turned and passed under a sign that you couldn’t read saying “FCKD Waste Management Research Site, no unscheduled visitors, 24 hour surveillance” the truck then stopped and a group of other men slowly came to their feet some throwing cigarettes to the ground, “even more new daddehs” you said to yourself, this day was getting better after the scary motorway journey.
Yours was one of the first crates pulled off the truck, you looked up eagerly at the rough man wearing a hi-vis jacket who carried it and asked “mista nyu daddeh? Wub nyu daddeh!”
Your new daddeh looked down and growled “Nie, spierdalaj”
“siwwy daddeh, fwuffie nu unnerstan’” you replied cheerily. “fwuffie name Weginawd, whats your name?”
Your new daddeh ignored you and kept carrying the crate into the smelly warehouse. “daddeh why nyu housie smeww of poopies?” but still he ignored you, the meanie, before he finally stopped and clanged the crate against a big metal box that growled as well, you weren’t sure if you liked this new house. But kept your hopes up as your new daddeh opened up the crate.
Your hopes were immediately dashed as your new daddeh upended the cage tipping you into the growling metal box, saying “Żegnaj na zawsze” before he turned and took the metal crate away.
You found yourself and your crate companions on a conveyor belt, a few had made scaredy poopies as they fell but not you, waddling over you comforted your special friend and her adopted baby that was crying. Looking around you saw red lights passing over yourself and the other fluffies and a camera that seemed to follow each fluffy in turn. Looking ahead you could see the conveyor drop down but you did not have time to react, fluffy after fluffy after foal tumbled over the edge ”eee fwuffy nu wan fwy!” ,”scawy”, ”pweese no hurt fwuffee!” but it was no use you tumbled over the edge as well. While in freefall you saw foals being blown away by gusts of wind, one of the fluffies that had been coughing in the crate went another way, some of the adult fluffies but smaller ones followed the foals.
You cried as you fell and, chirped with surpise like a baby as you contacted the metal slide that safely deposited you in a flat metal grate pen, there is a near constant stream of fluffies joining you in the pen, you are so focused looking around for your special friend that you dont even notice as a metal hand reaches down and starts picking up fluffies seemingly at random ”nu upsies”, ”fwuffie am scawed” and just straight crying ”Nuu huu huu” as fluffy after fluffy is lofted into the air some defecating on the masses below, you find your special friend, and she is crying while cleaning the practice foal, ”Huu, Huu babbeh made scaredy poopie as meanie wind try to take babbeh, need gif licky clean, nu tasty”
Neither of you notice as a smaller metal hand darts towards you until it deftly snatches the foal away and before either of you can utter a word your adopted baby is dropped down a dark shaft, your special friend it the first to cry out ”nuu huu huu babbeh, why meanie munstas take wittwe babbeh!?” but neither of you have much time to contemplate as simultaniously you are both lifted by the metal hands and placed in a mesh which immobilises you no matter how much you wiggle your short legs, you are following your special friend as a light shines on her rear end before she passes under a big roller ”nuu wan,bad fo babbehs” she mewls trying to press herself down before being compressed ”urk… BIG POOPIES.” she cries as a gout of liquid shit and piss sprays over you.
You dont have long to complain about being covered in bad poopies and peepee before you too are evacuated, similarly spraying the fluffy behind you. After being compressed you are moaning ”meanie fingy give weginawd tummy owwies, huu huu huu…” your sobs are silenced when you look down at the space between you and your special friend, there are several mostly formed foals gently squirming on the metal sheet, ”babbehs…” you have time to utter before the conveyor takes your special friend to the right while you go to the left, the remains of your children dropping away as the conveyor returns around its belt.
You gently sob at your lost children before the sounds of significant pain distract you, looking forward you can see the male fluffy before you panicking, crying ”nu take wumps, nee wumps for speciaw huggies and tu haf babbehs”, wiggling his legs as a small metal beak apears to close around the fluffies genitals, they tense up before emitting a peircing cry ”nuuuu! speciaw wumps! need speciaw wumps! huu huu huu” the beak retreats presenting a raw wound where the fluffies penis had been, with a plastic hose peaking out, you now understand the panic and in much the same way futilely wriggle and beg to keep your ”special wumps” you dont have time to explain why you need your special wumps before you feel the metal beak closing around your own penis, your eyes go wide and you struggle to even made a sound as the beak closes, snipping off your most important parts, you cry out when something is inserted where your shaft used to emerge from. In your pain and sadness you don’t notice as your special friend screams in pain from her own bad experiences. Or the fluffies following you as they are similarly violated. An ice cold shower of nasty medicine tasting water breaks you from your shock as it pours over you removing the poop and blood covering your fur, just in time to look ahead and see as something rears up behind the fluffy ahead of you, before pressing to where their penis had been with a hiss and another cry from the fluffy ”pwease no more meanie to fwuffie, fwuffie am gud fwuffie!” you try to wriggle away again but it is no use, you too have a second burning pain where you really didnt want today.
Both lines recombine and your special friend is ahead of you again, but neither of you are really in a state to comfort one another, you cringe as you look ahead and see something grab her ears and punch something through it eliciting a shudder from her, before she drops her head in sadness. You can’t seem to stop anything from happening to you and you just submit as the machine roughly punches holes through your ears, little yellow tags hanging from them now, this is less bad than losing your special lumps, nothing could be worse than that surely.
If you had been cognisant at this time you would notice that the cries of pain and pleas for mercy were actually getting louder ahead of yourself, but you were lost in your misery, staring forward as your special friend desperately tried to free herself again. You only understood why as you saw four implements reach up and grab each of her legs. time seemed to slow down as you saw skin and muscle flayed apart, before each limb popped away with a sickening squelch, finally heated elements cauterised the fresh wounds in a well choreographed motion, part of your brain wondered why she had not made a noise until you understood as you too could not possibly make a noise, the immeasurable pain you experienced forcing all air out of your lungs, you collapsed, every remaining muscle in your body incapable of action you lay there motionless, unable to even cry out more than a sad quiet “huu… huu… huu” in time with your ragged breaths. The conveyor kept trundling you and your reduced compatriots forward underneath a nozzle that sprayed you with something, it took your nose a few seconds to be called into action again, but in the moment you struggled to place where smelling like concentrated shit ranked in the causes of your current sadness. It seemed like most fluffies in the line were in the same state as the conveyor deposited you in a holding area, there was no activity but dejected sobbing, moans of pain and quiet whimpers of “wan weggies, wan wumps, wan babbehs, hear pwaces hurt, no no hurt, cowd, why weggies leave.”
Looking up you see a sign that you cannot read, it says “deliveries”