You and your special friend are walking by the side of the sidewalk as you go look for nummies near the human food place, you’re carrying 3 babies on your back while she has the other two, until…
“Speshaw fwend, mummah smeww sketties.”
“Sketties?”
“Babbeh wan sketti!”
"Whewe sketti?
“Gun have sketti miwkies?”
“Sketti am bestest nummies fow make miwkies!”
You follow the smell, you see a nice looking fluffy house by the entrance of an alley, it is playing a nice plin plin music, there’s lots of foals, they’re all playing with toys and there’s a litterbox and nummie bowls and many milk places where you see foals sucking from before running back to play!
“Speshaw fwen, why babbies housie smeww of sketties?”
“Nuh kno.”
“Babbeh wan pway in housie an make nyw fwens.”
“Wan pway bwockie!”
“Daddeh, babbeh wan baww now! Wet babbeh pway baww now!”
“Wet babbeh spwouw nice housie?”
“Wook at wots of pwetty fwens!”
You look at the door, it’s too small for you and your special friend to go in, but your babies can enter, so you place them on the ground to let them play. As they enter, you see a lot of foals inside pushing their hooves on the window and jumping while making upsies, they are moving their mouts but there’s no noise.
“Dummeh nuh tawkies babbies, shawe toysies with good babbies ow get sowwy poopies!”
You would join your special friend on the threats, but you notice your babbies excited peepings stop when they enter the house.
“Hello fluffy, are all your foals inside the house?”
You and your special friend jump at the voice, she even had scared poopies.
“Who am thewe?” You ask.
“Hello fluffy, are all your foals inside the house?”
You notice it comes from the house!
“Hewwo nice housie wady, aww of Tway babbies am pwayin inside housie wady.”
“Please look to your left, there is a door where you can eat sketties while I keep your foals safe and happy.”
…
Foal Trap, a small toy castle with spaghetti inside, foals can go in, but they can’t go out, either the parents abandon their foals or they stay there until the trash collectors comes and throws them all in the compactor, instead of targeting bad feral parents, foal traps are focused on getting rid of the the “good” fluffies.
Yet despite being nearly 100% effective, they have some massive problems:
One, they don’t help kill enough fluffies, the foal4sketti machines even in their first iteration killed 8 times as many foals.
Two, they require a human to go and take the fluffies for disposal.
Three, they allow bad actors to free the traped fluffies.
Four, they are annoying to walk pass since theh occupy too much space of the side walk.
Five, they are so small people steal them for their kids or fluffies to play with.
It’s now your team’s job to fix them, that will teach you to do a exemplary work in the future.
Of course, starting with the most troublesome thing, fluffy parents standing outside waiting for their foals to get out, one girl suggested cold water sprinkler to scare them away, the chief immediately points out that this could end up wetting someone’s pants or making fluffies learn of the trap, possibly spreading the knowledge around feral fluffy communities (Yes this is apparently a thing, feral city fluffies have gossip, territories and even little gang wars instead of forming big herds).
You thought of the voice system from foal4sketti machines, fluffies are predisposed to believe in human voice, so you propose a second trap to catch the parents, making the trap seen safer by having other foals playing inside without any distressed parent outside screaming that the house at their babies that went to get spaghetti.
…
You see the flap door, it’s big enough you can enter together with your special friend, inside is a short ramp going up, the walls are filled with drawings of happy mares giving milk to foals and fluffies eating sketti.
At the end, there is another door, now it’s too small for you both, you go first to see if it’s safe, and as you cross the flap door, you see a plate of sketti that smell delicious!
“Speshaw fwen, com geh sketti!” You scream as you run towards the plate, your special friend right behind you.
You hit glass, there’s only small openings with sketti smell coming out, as you got closer you see it’s just a sketti picture, but before you can say anything, you hear a click as the flap door behind you is locked, you start to panic, you hear scary noises bellow you, the floor moves and you two fall into a collection of small grinders.
“screeeeee why huwt weggies? Housie wady nuh huwt fwuffy, daddeh nee wub babbies! Nuh take speshaw wumbs screeeeee”
“Wowstest huwties, wowstest huwties in weggies an miwkie pwaces! Speshaw fwend wet housie huwt mummah! Bad speshaw fwend caww muuh”
…
It will be great, you can even use the spare foal grinders from the old F4Ss, just make the house sound proof and play carousel songs, rig a speaker to the door and some motion detection cameras, use it to tell adult fluffies to go to the next door, where the tomato scented bait will lead them into a trapdoor that drops them into grinders!
Not only does it also gets rid of the fluffy parents, the added weight and the bodies inside would prevent anyone from trying to take it home, it also captures evidence of people damaging public property, and even the most extreme hugboxers would not want to risk jail to help feral fluffies.
To reduce the human element fron the now mechanical trap, all would be needed is a way to quickly dispose of some of the foals, fortunately, you know just the way to extract as much suffering as possible for the least amount of money.
…
You’re so happy, you’ve been playing all day with your sissy and your new friends, you had all the milk you wanted, some even drank so much they had tummy ouchies.
But is getting dark and you’re feeling sleepy now, you go to the smarties to ask where to sleep.
They are the biggest babbies here, the only ones that eat kibble, they are smart, but they are also silly, they pretend to be grownups and say that they are just small fluffies, you don’t believe that but they hurt your brother when he called them dummy fluffies, so you keep quiet about it.
“Hewwo smawtie, whewe can babbieh sweep? Mummah and daddeh nuh com back yet.”
“Come with fwuffy.”
And so you do, he leads you to a ramp going up to, he goes to a weird, different colored wall and pushes it, lifting a flap to reveal another room.
“Nice humin mistah say babbeh go in waww an find mummah and daddy fow sweeping, now go inside ugwy babbie.”
“Nuh an ug peep peep peep chirp nuh huwt babbeh, an gud babbeh.”
“Go now ow get wostest huwties! Dummy ugwy fiwwy, nuh even gud fow giving gud feels.”
You don’t like the meanie smartie, you go into the wall, it scrapes your backside as you pass it, inside you don’t see anything, there is no way forward, you try pushing the walls, but they don’t go up, you try to go back but the wall does not move, so you lie down and cry yourself to sleep.
After you wake up, you see that there ia more confused foals with you, they even made a fluffpile above you, you feel bloated and no pretty, you need to make poopies but no poopies want to come out, you remember how you drank a lot of milk, but you never had to use the litterbox last day, in fact, only the smarties used the litterbox the whole time, the only other babbies on the litter box were some poopie babbies that the smarties told to stay there and num their poopies.
You see the wall lift again, some of the woke foals try to go there and leave, but the smarties on the other side give hurties and push them back in, one foal gets its head stuck under the wall, you hear him cry as the smarties push him back, he is now missing one ear, the booboo juices flowing slowly, before you even have time to go and hug him, you feel yourself falling.
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH
It’s all dark, it feels like water, it smells and of boo boo juice and poopies, there are hard and sharp things bellow you that hurt your hooves when you try to walk, if you raise your head your nose is above the liquid, you can’t open your mouth or the awful liquid rushes inside.
A few moments pass, before you hear a loud grinding noise, and the screens of fluffies.
“Screeee nuh huwt soom mummah, have tummy babbies, hewp speshaaahahghggaha.”
“Wowstest huwties in weggies, wet fwuffy go, jus wanted sketties fow speshaw fwend nuh huwt nu huwt pwease pwe”
As your hear the screams, you feel liquid falling into your nose, you and the other foals drown in the blood and viscera of your parents and many other fluffies.
…
It will be funny, it will be cheap! For only the extra cost of a training a few microfluffies to guide foals into the trapdoor, the only human work needed will be to drain the waste and refil the food and bait.
You can already see the approval to build and test the first prototype.