Flufficide: the mean streets
Louie found out more about his new partner’s background.
Carter was a rich kid!
But more, he had also run an unregulated fluffy mill.
This rubbed Louie up the wrong way something fierce….he kept his mouth closed for the time being. He’d chew him out later about it……
Fluffy Mills are a controversial practice as is, Health and safety guidelines weren’t as such ignored but completely unbothered with.
Why let all those regulations hinder all that profit? It’s the humans who are responsible for buying the fluffies after all….
He sold fluffies to be abused and beaten, or loved and cherished. Whatever he just wanted quick tax free cash.
There was no problem until he decided to sell them as meat.
He did this at his frat house at college. He was kicked out and nearly went to prison.
Just as well his dad, Carter Carmichael IV, kept him out with his sizable fortune.
But unfortunately for Carter V, he was made the black sheep of the family.
And had to be punished.
The family were known to have invested in Hugbox businesses….having a son who produced crapped out fluffies in squalid conditions was a bad look to the investors….
And his punishment was to work for Fluffy Control Services as part of the city.
Was it better than jail? Who knows……
Louie would’ve been pissed if he didn’t find that it was completely hilarious.
A rich kid who ran a fluffymill, now working for shit wages as an exterminator.
Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?
Or perhaps unfortunate.
Alanis was on the radio, and it was that song, none of the things in that song are ironic. Just unfortunate. Louie and Carter were driving to an alleyway.
Which would be unfortunate for some fluffies.
There were reports of an old vagrant and a herd of fluffies pestering people for food and cash and crapping up the joint.
Fluffy crap is a known disease spreader…just like the fluffies themselves.
One of the diseases it can cause is called “Murder Boner”…meet a guy who has it again you’ll see why
Dumpsters raided and food littered everywhere, poopies and other unmentionable bodily fluids and unknown substances around restaurants.
Trying to sell the feral fluffies on for food, using them to try and steal food. More than healthy and public safety laws were violated.
The list was pretty long from there.
Why not the cops?
Because fluffies were involved.
And they would need to be disposed of after……it’s not exactly like the guy had murdered anyone and no one cared that much considering shitrats were involved.
They drove past the abandoned nursery they had previously gassed the large herd in.
Same neighbourhood, Louie wasn’t faintly surprised, he was glad it would be a smaller job and without the inhospitable and fetid conditions.
They had found the spot, the alleyway where the old guy was sighted.
It must have been at least 7pm, everyone else wanted to be elsewhere, back home or at the bar or whatever, the streets were quiet. Typical for a Tuesday.
They left the truck and set up some equipment to take with them.
Carter wondered out loud if they were going to keep their equipment long around here. Louie told him to keep quiet and best not to make poor jokes around the destitute. It would be a bad look for the city control services.
Carter had looked all over the spot.
He couldn’t help but feel it was a shithole, perfect for shitrats.
He wasn’t too surprised that homeless guys would be here too.
He lit up a cigarette and kept the cattle prod ready in his left hand, he knew he’d get some action here.
Vagrants and homeless people often took in the fluffies that they found on the streets.
No one could figure out why.
Food was a commodity to fight for!
Homeless guys could easily overpower a herd. Fluffies are known to foul up a joint and make it stink.
People also seem to prefer dealing with a fluffy or paying attention to a fluffy rather than a homeless guy.
Eyes could easily go on a fluffy. Most other people keep their eyes averted from the homeless.
So why take them in?
Why share the food?
How can they even provide for them?
Both men ventured into the alley. It was still light thankfully but darkness was drawing in.
Their last job before clocking off.
The alley stunk of shit.
Fluffy shit is very potent and the stink can make the inside of your nose itch, and can feel very uncomfortable.
Neither men had their gas masks on.
A young man had been walking down the alley. He looked fairly pleased with himself.
Until he caught sight of Louie and Carter.
He went pale and ran in the opposite direction. Neither were police and they wondered what his problem was. Louie had an idea he might’ve done some torture crap to a fluffy and it’s foals and left the bodies to rot.
A pretty common trope in some young people.
At least he was out of the way now. Maybe they’d find out what he had done later.
They found the vagrant. An old man, coated in filth, he was counting some crisp and clean dollars.
They were the only things that were clean about him.
The herd of fluffies was here too.
A male, 2 female, a dam, and a few foals of all sizes.
Louie counted at least 11. The old man looked alarmed at their presence. He hid his cash and raised himself up and moved towards the men. He moved with a limp.
The male fluffy positioned himself in front and centre of his herd
“What the fuck do you want?!” The man growled.
“Sir we’ve come to ask you a few questions sir.” Louie politely replied.
“Bullshit. You’re exterminators and certainly not police. You can’t take me for in anything. Certainly not vagrancy! I’ve got keys in my pocket” (the old man lifted them out and began to jangle. He was certainly homeless, they were car keys)
“My questions are to do with your fluffies sir. Assuming they’re yours. We’ve had a number of reports about you.”
“like fucking what?”
“Indeed, it wasn’t you fucking anything was it?”
“And what are you accusing me of? I don’t even have to answer you! And you’re no Policemen!! You’re no better than fucking garbage disposers and you certainly don’t have any power to arrest me! ”
“We’re not police as you full well know, we are responsible for maintaining public health and safety standards. And we believe the fluffies in your possession are dangerous to the health of the public at large. My questions relate to the accusations that-”
The old man began to cackle loudly, his hoarse throat let out a laughing fit of disdain and disgust.
The fluffies confused by his laughing began to giggle too.
The foals began to make dances with their hooves to join in the merriment the old man was having.
A fluffy looked up and asked if she could sing daddy a song.
Louie cleared his throat, he looked more bemused now. He had to hide his anger now.
“Sir, you may find it hilarious that you’re putting the public’s health at risk with your behaviour. You’ve been reported as breaking dumpster locks to retrieve food for your fluffies. You’re not cleaning up their droppings and you’re not keeping them clean. You’re harassing people in the street, threatening them with assault with fluffy faeces. You’re allowing your fluffies to mate and breed without a license-“
The old man leered with a grin.
“-you’ve also been accused of prostituting your fluffies.”
The old man’s jaw dropped. From a twisted grin to a look of disgust.
He’d been outed as a pimp of fluffies. It happened a few times when he really needed money. It was usually a young man, or a middle aged guy. Money would be exchanged and they would go behind a dumpster. Special Huggies given. Condom dumped and fluffy given back. The old man would always insist that they would be gentle.
“What? How-h-ho-how-how did you know? How the fuck did you know?! Please sir, don’t take them away from me! They need me! They help me live!” the old man cried out.
“Sir, stay the fuck back now. We’re not here to judge you. We’re here to execute these filthy shitrats. Really dude? You think we’d do that?” Carter chimed back.
The old man began to panic.
He had a wine bottle close by. Maybe he could reach for it….
Who were these people to judge him? They didn’t live out here! They had fucking homes with beds and food to go back to every night.
What did he have?
Nothing but the little guys.
They had wandered up to him when no one else would even look at him. One of them even dropped some dregs of food for him to eat.
They looked up and asked if he could be their Daddeh. It didn’t matter if there was no howsies or nummies all the time.
They just wanted a Daddeh to love them.
They stuck with him even when he tried to drive them away.
They’d always come back bringing some morsel of food.
And they stuck with him too.
He loved these fluffies.
Such innocent little guys.
Out on the streets everyone looked out for each other.
These fluffies had gotten him money, food.
And he had made sure they were well fed, happy.
He felt bad for what he put them through but it fed him.
He needed food to keep these guys alive too!! Sometimes it meant going to the very bottom, stooping to some new low.
But he would always deliver the goods. They stuck with him, he would stick with them.
Not one person gave him money without the fluffies being close to him.
No one gave a fuck about him.
No one had wanted to give him anything.
People were only interested in trying to help the poor little fluffies. The help was always half-assed and half-hearted.
So one day he decided he would push the boat out. Make people uncomfortable and get in their faces. He would do whatever it took to make people around him miserable.
Making them miserable would make them feel bad. More guilty. Be a nuisance to the strait-laced who had ignored his pleas.
And he would do it for the fluffies and to express his disgust at people for even turning a blind eye towards him.
These guys were here for the fluffies, not him.
Just like everyone else.
His grip on the bottle tightened, his chest felt hollow, he lunged forward.
“Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Carter used the cattle prod on the old man.
The man dropped to the floor shitting his pants and shaking.
He couldn’t move now.
He looked scared and he began to cry out.
He begged them not to take the fluffies.
They needed him. He needed them.
“Did you really have to do that?” Louie asked sternly to Carter.
“Dude would’ve got us with that fucking bottle. I’m here to be paid and to get some of these little suckers in the body bag. Not for either of us to get cut up by some hobo fluffy fucker” Carter replied nonchalantly.
The old man began to wail and cry once he heard the words “body bag”.
Carter replied by zapping him again.
The fluffies began to crowd around and hugged their master. They had to give him Huggies. He looked like he had been given a lot of hurties by the meanie Daddehs. Daddeh had even made poopies and it didn’t smell pretty.
He was crying now, and his words grew quieter.
The fluffies had begun to cry and begged the men not to harm them or their daddeh anymore. He was a good Daddeh and they were good fluffies. They begged not to be hurt either.
And if the meanies had any nummies for them and poor Daddeh.
The male then stepped out and blew out his cheeks.
“Weve daddeh awoon or get bad poopies an sowwy hoofies!!”
Carter looked at the male and laughed at him.
He laughed hard.
And then he stomped on his head and his body repeatedly.
“Fucking shitrat!!”
he then spat on its body.
The old man tried to reach out to stop the male from being stomped. His arm raised weakly and he couldn’t even move properly.
Blood and shit had exploded out of the male’s body.
Fluffies are known to store bags of crap within their bodies.
It covered the old man who was whimpering and shaking.
The fluffies had seen this and wailed.
Scary.
They began to scatter, running slowly, their stubby legs couldn’t make them any quicker.
The foals were even slower and hadn’t covered the same distance as the adults.
“We’ll talk about this later Carter. You go right and I’ll take the left. Put them in the bags and then put them into the dumpster for me.” Louie said coldly.
Louie wasn’t impressed with Carter’s conduct on the job so far.
Carter may be a rich kid but he worked with us grunts and had to act professionally too.
Louie had seen it all before.
Those who love to abuse fluffies take the job on thinking it’ll be fun killing these things brutally all the time.
But then eventually they have to deal with humans. And the messes that they make.
Carter was making a mess, a mess that can spread diseases. The alleys were barely cleaned up by the city council until many months later.
They killed cleanly on the job.
Cleanly. And humanely.
The reputation of all exterminators had taken serious knocks because of the actions of a lot of the thrill seeking abuse lovers.
Their actions were caught on camera.
Many left the job after they grew bored killing them.
Louie had even testified against men who had exterminated things other than fluffies.
Carter was lumped with Louie. Louie had a good record of straightening guys out like this.
They bagged the fluffies who were squirming in the bags.
The bags weren’t sealed and were now becoming filled with fluffy shit.
The smell was pretty awful.
The fluffies were begging for their lives now.
They promised not to make anymore bad poopies and wanted huggies.
“Toss them into the dumpster and put on your gas mask” Louie said to Carter.
The bags full of fluffies were dumped in.
“Observe” Louie then said.
He pulled out 2 small canisters of the gas intended to kill the fluffies.
They’d normally be put into a gas gun.
But Louie had released the tops and threw the canister in and closed the dumpster top over.
The fluffies who had been wailing about owies and being scared of the dark began to wail out.
And then went silent.
Louie ensured no one was around when he opened the dumpster.
The gas was dangerous to people too. And the old man was safely out of harms way.
The bags were retrieved from the dumpster.
The fluffies inside the bags were lifeless. Job done.
Carter was made to scrape the dead male from the floor.
The carcasses were then taken to the back of the truck to be crushed into mulch.
The final fate of the fluffies.
The bags would be cleaned and recycled for use again.
Louie approached the old man who was still shaking on the floor.
The old man really wanted to hit back at Louie for killing his herd but was powerless to do so.
Louie put him against the wall and sat him up so that he could recover and wasn’t laying in his own filth.
Louie then put a slip of paper in his pocket.
A written warning from Environmental Health with a fine.
Louie was just doing his job now, this would’ve been the eventual outcome of the job after the fluffies had been disposed of.
He knew full well the old guy couldn’t pay but the bigwigs really don’t give a fuck about people down here.
What was the worst that could happen to him? Go to jail for not paying the fine?! Guy was living in hell right now.
Both Carter and Louie drove off. They’d drop the truck off at processing and grab a bite to eat at the diner. Neither had stopped to take a break, it had been a particularly busy day for disposing fluffies.
The old man couldn’t cry anymore.
He was finished now.
He couldn’t protect them, they loved him. His chest felt empty.
He heard one cry out before it was put in the bag. “Daddeh sabe fwaffy!! Pwee Daddeh. Wy Daddeh nu wub fwaffy nu mo Huhuhuhuhuuuuu”
He wanted to pick himself up, punch each of those assholes out.
He couldn’t do it.
The shock from that thing took him out.
How had his heart not given out?
He could feel his fingers again.
He felt so weak.
That asshole shocked him again?! Bastard.
But what could he do for the little guys now?
They’re gone now. Dead. Probably better off than living scrap of food to scrap of food.
And the babbehs hadn’t yet grown too. If they were adults, that’s even more food stretched out between them all.
And when there’s more adult fluffies they will always fuck and make even more baby fluffies.
Just like that.
This was probably for the best, he hadn’t felt great himself lately.
Punishment for letting the perverts have their way with the guys?
Probably was. Karma hits much worse when you have no money to protect you.
He’d had a bad life anyway.
But those guys loved him no matter what.
And they relied on him when no one believed in him before.
And they loved him too. Though they’re artificial it’s still pretty hard not to want to hug them and love them back. They’re needy dumbasses….
……but they were his needy dumbasses.
His eyes began to wet.
Tears dropped again.
The last time.
He could feel the shards of glass between his fingers. He needed to get them closer now………
Carter had finished eating and decided to go for drinks.
He’d had his ear chewed out by Louie.
Something about being a piece of shit for running a fluffy mill and contributing to the fluffy infestation problem but whatever.
He took it on the chin, he only wanted to have a bit of fun and some money.
Dad had chewed him out much worse though. Literally over the barrel.
Louie also chewed him out about the old guy….but agreed that they would’ve needed to have put the old guy down anyway just because of the wine bottle.
Carter promised he’d be slightly more gentle with the public next time. Unless someone fucked with him. He would deliver back.
The diner where they both ate was a late night special. It was nice that the place was still open. Just a mom and pop joint. They stayed open for longer for the late night workers who kept them afloat against the big guys who were open all day.
Not many restaurant people liked having exterminators on premises, considering their smell is a mix of fluffy and chemicals, but this diner had been pretty welcoming to Louie.
He knew the old lady who ran the place and Jim-Bob met his wife here too.
Louie finished his bagels.
And his cake.
And was on his fifth cup of coffee. He peered out the window watching the street.
He’d had little else that interested him.
His interest was soon piqued.
Is that a young man?
With a box.
That can only mean one thing these days.
Louie picked himself up out of his chair and put on his jacket and left Maxie a tip. She had worked her ass off all day
He walked over to the alley and saw the young man running away when the young man had seen Louie looking right at him.
Louie shrugged. It wasn’t like he was going to chase the kid. He was no cop after all but you can’t talk sense into people when they run off before you confront them.
The box had fluffies inside.
Young ones.
The box had been used as a litterbox but wasn’t completely dirty.
Bits of kibble that they were too young to eat was inside too.
The foals themselves were fairly clean.
Possibly cleaned by their mother?
Well now they’ve been abandoned.
They wouldn’t survive long without their mother. Or any human to take care of them….
It was against the law to dump fluffies in the city.
A controversial bill was introduced to stop people from dumping them.
Fluffies were treated as pollutants rather than as animals. Not like they were ever treated like animals to begin with.
At least the kid hadn’t dumped them into the toilet and flushed them away.
Bio-waste down the drain was another problem and was as bad as plastic and allegedly flushable wipes down the drain.
You wouldn’t dump shit in the street right? But this wasn’t shit you could dump in a toilet neither.
And why not just take them to a shelter?
Some people who had been fined previously had argued that fluffies were their property and it was their right to litter and discard them.
And up to the council to deal with it.
The judge laughed them off.
Fluffies had dumped on his lawn that morning. In no way had that influenced the decision.
The bill was originally introduced to clean up the city. If it did good, no one had noticed.
And it didn’t stop people wanting to produce more fluffies. And then cut them off when they got bored.
“Nyu daddeh?”
A young one had peeped up at Louie.
Then the others, 4 in all peeped up too and chirped.
Only just talkie….still need Milkies…a few of them looked like they had been sleeping before.
“Not at all fluffies. But you must be scared to be out here?” Louie replied.
The most talkie babbeh chirped, “Pwee be nyu daddeh! Am onwy wittwe babbeh”
The others peeped and chirped and asked for Mummeh, miwkies and huggies and Daddeh and wub oo.
Louie raised his eyebrow.
He read up something that foals were programmed with the “wittwe babbeh” defence as part of their speech.
Foals that age aren’t exactly capable of sentences. Or coherent thought.
The defence was programmed and meant to deter them from being harmed.
It didn’t exactly work in stopping them from being harmed.
Or abandoned.
Maybe some people the guilt trip worked on but once most people’s minds are made up it usually means the fluffy or the foals are gone not before long.
If anything, it distressed their mothers more.
Louie put his gloves on and pulled out his mini torch to check them out.
Eye health, fur and weight.
Okay for a foal. Not great but not bad.
They seemed to be healthy.
Possibly born this week.
No visible injuries or scars. Limb health appears okay.
Domesticated based on their cleanliness of fur. Only their rear ends have a thick coating of crap.
They haven’t been trained to use a corner to dump their faeces in based on the fact there’s faeces all over the box.
Definitely no vaccinations…but there was hope for them.
They were young after all.
“I won’t be your daddy. But I’ll take you to a place and you can have miwkies and huggies”
“Yaaay tank oo daddeh! Babbeh wub oo”
“No you don’t. The shelter isn’t far from here. Let’s go”
Louie drove down and passed the foals over to the attendant to register and deal with at the fluffy centre.
They never mind foals at the centre. They’re so small that they don’t take up much space, only need artificial fluffy milk and are almost always the first to be picked for adoption.
Especially the ones that are healthy and with no visible damage.
They’d be vaccinated and cleaned properly and given milk and a warm bed or blanket for the night. Maybe even one of those new night nurse toys which they can gather around to keep warm and comforted.
They’re young enough and cute enough to get a home pretty soon. Good colours too…they’d make a nice pet for any small kid or family willing to look after them correctly.
They were placed with a nursing mare who had lost her foals before. She was told to make sure they got milkies and knew about the litter box and how to make poopies.
The mare was delighted to see the Babbehs as the babbehs were delighted to see her. Fluffies love all babbehs and that they had good colours and no injuries only sweetened the deal.
He’d done the right thing to bring them in. It was his responsibility to remove fluffies from the streets that would be a danger to the public.
Louie was confident they’d find a home.
He wasn’t confident that it would be a good home or a bad one.
Or whether he’d see them on the street again one day……
