MicroFluff: Fluffy Processing: Chapter 3: [by SilverOwl]

MicroFluff: Fluffy Processing: Chapter 3 [by SilverOwl]

The fluffies in this story will be adoptable by members of the Fluffy Community. You may in the comments section, request one, it will be given to you, to do with as you please. For this first round of our game, I don’t care if you keep the fluffy alive or not. In later games we may devise some rule system based on rolls which dictate what can be done. Let this be a trial run. There will be five fluffies I will give out to all of you throughout this story.

Crates containing confused, scared, hungry, and clueless fluffies zip by in various directions on a network of conveyor belts. The fluffies are being sent to various processing divisions, to be shipped out to customers. In fluffy processing room 421, sit two MicroFluff processing technicians, Rebecca, and Thomas. They both sit playing on their phones, usually having a few minutes of downtime between each fluffy.

A crate comes sliding into Rebecca’s station, and lands on her bench. She glances into the box to see a mint green colt with a dark green mane. Rebecca glances at the invoice processing order.

Processing order: 184899 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: User name adopting Fluffy will be edited here
Color: Primary (body) mint green. Secondary (tail/mane) dark green
Type: Earthie
Quantity: 1
Size: medium
Sex: Male
Tier: 7
Special Request:
Name Fluffy Cool Mint
Neuter Fluffy
Hurties Package 6
Invoice: $544.32

Rebecca picks up the fluffy, and places it on her workstation. She smiles at it, and says “Your new name is Cool Mint”. The fluffy starts to celebrate like an idiot, “Fwuffy wuv new namsie! Fank ou nice wady!” With the smile disappearing from her face, she flips the fluffy over on its back and gets a good grip on both of its fuzzy balls and pulls on them. The fluffy squirms a little, as she grabs his balls and pulls them away from his body, “Wat nice wady doin wif special wumps? Fwuffy use special wumps to gib special frwiend babbehs. Dey be gud babbehs and fwuffy wuv dem”. Finding the sharp scalpel on her workstation, she SLICE SLICE through the fluffy’s ball cords, slathers some instantheal on the wound and moves to the next item. The fluffy wails in pain, “SCREEEE WORSTEST HURTIES ON SPECIAL WUMPS!!! FWUFFY HAB OWIES ON WUMPS!!” The fluffy quietly “huhus” for a while about “neba hab babbehs noa wif no wumps, just a dummeh poopie no wump dummeh”. Rebecca looks at the order sheet and quickly looks up specifics of 'Hurties Package 6".

Hurties Package 6: Insert a phallic silicone device into the fluffy’s rectum with ghost-pepper applicator lubrication

Rebecca shook her head and thought, ‘because saying a rubber dildo covered in ghost pepper lube would be too easy to write’. Looking into her supply drawer she pulls out a small rubber dildo appropriate to a medium sized fluffy, and snaps on a pair of latex gloves. She slathers a good amount of the abusive lube on the dildo and positions the tip at the fluffy’s asshole. With the fluffy still on its back moaning about how its “spwecial wumps” are gone, she pushes the tip in making the fluffy cry out in pain from the object itself stretching its anus. The fluffy struggles “POOPIE PWACE HURTIE!!! Nu put meanie thing in poopie pwace, nu hurties”. Then the ghost-pepper lube kicks in, and the fluffies pupils constrict before letting out a long howling scream, “SCCCCREEEE Mummah!! Chirp!!! Hewlp babbeh!!! Poopie pwace hab biggest owies” The fluffy wheezed and gasped for breath as the pain was continuous. Rebecca closed the crate lid, and sent the howling fluffy to shipping to its new owner.

Thomas looks up as a crate comes sliding into his workstation. Looking into the crate he sees a lot of foals, too many to easily count. All of them look like bargain bin foals being brown and dark green. Thomas glances at the invoice.

Processing order: 184903 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: Scales and Tails: Reptile Supplies
Color: Random
Type: Earthie
Quantity: 50
Size: small
Sex: Random
Tier: 1
Special Request:
Euthanize and pack on ice
Invoice: $68.11

Thomas and every other MicroFluff technician loved easy ones like this. The “as is” orders are rare, but mass euthanasia is second easiest. You just get them all to step into what looks like a fume hood, turn on the carbon monoxide, and watch them drop like flies. Then you just pick them up, put them in their crate, and ship them. Leaning into the crate Thomas greets them, “Hi Fluffies! Who wants to go to skettie land?” This is immediately met with dozens of foals chattering about “skettie wand!! yay!!!” and “Babbeh am gud dancie babbeh!” Thomas adjusted a ramp on the crate that lead into the fume hood like box off to the side of his workstation. The fluffies all happily marched into the box where they would be gassed. Thomas takes this time to pad their crate with ice-packs, and makes sure the last fluffy is loaded inside. He closes the small door they entered the chamber with, and tightens the lock on the trapdoor to make sure the chamber is air-tight. The fluffies have all taken to doing happy dances about “skettie wand” as Thomas presses his face to the glass, “ALL OF YOU WILL GO FOREVER SLEEPIES NOW! I AM A MONSTER!”. Rebecca looks back and rolls her eyes at his shenanigans, as Thomas roars at the crying foals. Having sufficiently teased them the crying foals fall silent after about 10 seconds of the gas being on. After 20 seconds none of them are moving and its completely quiet. Thomas refills the chamber with air, and casually places their lifeless bodies on ice and ships them out.

Rebecca’s downtime is cut short as another crate came sliding into her station. It’s a high-end order and her eyes widen with the value of the fluffy. She looks over the invoice in astonishment at the value of the fluffy.

Processing order: 184908 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: Biorb_Biorb.
Color: Primary Color (body): Rose gold, Secondary Color (tail/mane): Pearl iridescent with rainbow shimmer.
Type: Alicorn
Quantity: 1
Size: large
Sex: Male
Tier: 10+
Special Request:
Name: Regal
Ship as is via jet-drone ASAP
Invoice: $689,939.34

Rebecca looks at the magnificent fluffy in awe with no desire to abuse it. Smiling at it she says, “Your name is Regal.” The fluffy looks honored “fwuffy wuv namsies wuv wregel”. Then it starts talking and she closes the lid for shipping, before she is tempted to hurt this six figure fluffy. The beautiful beast travels down the conveyor to expedited shipping.

A crate comes sliding onto his workstation, as Thomas looks up from his phone. He peaks into the crate to see a bright orange fluffy with a yellow tail and mane. The fluffy starts chattering about how much it loves running and playing with blocks. Thomas ignores the chatter as he looks over the invoice, “Fwuffy am gud babbeh pway wif bwockies so smart. Fwuffy am smartie babbeh an wuv to pway wif smartie bwockies.” Glancing over the invoice, Thomas hears the word “smartie” and rolls his eyes and thinks ‘these things are so fucking retarded…ok what’s in-store for this little bastard…’

Processing order: 184971 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: AMDK7
Color: Primary (body): Orange, Secondary (mane/tail): yellow
Type: Unicorn
Quantity: 1
Size: small
Sex: female
Tier: 6
Special Request:
Name: Fireball
Remove right front leg
Invoice: $236.55

Thomas chuckles to himself with this one. He always loved it when he could practice good abuse at work, rather than just mindlessly processing neuters and as is orders. He smiles into the crate at the fluffy, “Hi there, your new name is Fireball”. The fluffy looks excited, “Yay fiabawl wuv namesie! Fiabawl is bestest babbeh at bwockies, so smarty! Am a smarty babbeh”. Thomas pretends to look concerned, “Oh my no…no no…you like blockies?” The fluffy nods excited by the mere mention of blocks, “Yesh Fiabawl wuv pway wif bwockies so musch!” Thomas tries to keep a straight face, well your new mommy or daddy ordered me to take your front leggie…so you can never play with blockies again…they may decide to take all your leggies, then you will be a no huggy, playing, runny or walky fluffy". Fireball looks terrified and lets out some “scardie poopies” at the thought of losing a leg. The fluffy tries to bargain and pleads, “Pwease nu takie weggie, is gud weggie, fiabawl ne weggie for huggies and pway bwockies.” Without further conversation, Thomas picks up Fireball which trails “Scardie poopies” all over the workstation. Thomas rolls his eyes, he will have to clean that after shipping Fireball. He places Fireball down on his workstation desk, and pulls out what looks like a large cigar cutter. He places the fluffy’s right front leg into the circle, pushes it high up on the shoulder of the fluffy, and pushes the button, click SLICE, “SCCCREEEEE!!! WORSTEST HURTIES FO WEGGIE!!!” Thomas slathers some instantheal gel on the fluffy’s nub, and puts the fluffy back into the crate for shipping. The entire time the fluffy is begging for its leg back. Thomas picks up the fat little tri-pod fluffy as it squirms being put back in its crate, “Pwease gib fwuffy weggie backies, is gud weggie ne fo pway and huggies”. The fluffy then starts “huhuhuhuing” in the box, as Thomas secures the lid and sends it off to shipping.

Behind Rebecca, Thomas is cleaning his desk from fluffy “scardie poopies”, as a new crate comes sliding into her station. A bright red unicorn with a pink tail and mane greets Rebecca, as she reads over the invoice, “Hewwo nice wady, be fwuffy new fwren?”

Processing order: 18510 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: Will replace with user name of adopter
Color: Primary (body): Red, Secondary (mane/tail): Pink
Type: Unicorn
Quantity: 1
Size: small
Sex: Male
Tier: 7
Special Request:
Name: Rocket
Remove ability for Fluffy to defecate
Invoice: $975.45

The unicorn is still prattling on about nonsense. Rebecca rolled her eyes, these were the worst orders because shit always managed to get on her workstation. She was going to need to remove the fluffy’s ability to shit which was usually not an easy or clean procedure. Obviously the new owner doesn’t want their house full of "scardie poopies, or "sowwy poopies, or accidents because “poopie pwace nu wisten”. Who could blame them? The solution for many who want to avoid fluffy shit, is a colostomy bag and plugging the fluffy’s asshole permanently. Rebecca doesn’t fancy a lot of “scardie poopies” all over the place so she decides to skip the psychological abuse for now. She smiles at the unicorn, “Hi your new name is Rocket! Would you like a huggy?” The unicorn looks so happy, and nods with upsie arms to be picked up. Rebecca leans in and picks up the overly happy foal, “Wocket wuv huggies, am bestest babbeh gibbing huggies!”. Rebecca pretends to hug the fluffy, but is really feeling around on the fluffy’s side where the port will be drilled to connect directly to the fluffy’s colon. Pressing on the fluffy’s side she feels the fluffy’s colon, and places a finger on the spot. Picking up a sharpie from her desk, she marks an X on the fluffy’s side. The fluffy giggles, “Wat nice wady dwawing on Wocket?” Without saying anything, she picks up what looks like a drill, with a tube attached. With a loud high pitched, WIZZZZZZZZ a few spurts of blood fly out of the fluffy’s side, followed by a “SCREEEE!!!” Quickly a tube is slid into the hole drilled, and the port secured with a couple plastic rings. The fluffy’s digestive tract now ends on the tube secured to the fluffy’s side and a colostomy bag strapped to its side. The fluffy’s asshole and colon which was cut off by the tube, then needs to be emptied, and filled with an epoxy to seal it. Rebecca picks up what looks like a vaccuum cleaner attachment which is wired to the workstation. She lubes up the end, and slides it into the fluffy’s rectum as it “huhuhuhus” about its “WORSTEST HURTIES EBA!” Rebecca turns on the suction which clears the now useless stretch of intestines in the fluffy. She presses another button, and warm epoxy begins to stream into the fluffy’s rectum. The glue quickly hardens and expands giving the fluffy a gasp as it feels like its ass it full of something and it should poop. The fluffy makes a straining face and looks panicked, “why fwuffy poopie pwace nu wisten to make poopies?” Now Rebecca could have some fun, “well…it’s because your poopie place is gone, I am a monster and I took your poopie place!” The fluffy looks scared and makes tries to make scardie poopies only for a flat farting sound to originate out of the fluffy’s side, and some shit travel up its tube and into its bag. Rebecca smiled at the successful test of the tube and bag. Placing the fluffy into its crate, she watched the sobbing fluffy travel towards shipping.

Thomas finished disinfecting his workstation and making it smell marginally better, as a new crate slides onto his workstation. He is greeted with a powder blue pegasus with a white mane and tail. The fluffy starts ranting about nothing as usual, “Fwuffy wub ou, be bestest dancie babbeh fo ou! Wook! Am dancie babbeh!” Thomas chuckled to himself. He always loved it when the fluffy loved what he was about to take away.

Processing order: 18517 MicroFluff Facility 58
Customer: Will replace with user name of adopter
Color: Primary (body): blue, Secondary (mane/tail): white
Type: Pegasus
Quantity: 1
Size: small
Sex: Male
Tier: 6
Special Request:
Name: Cloud
Psychological Abuse Package 8
Paralysis
Invoice: $721.64

The fluffy continued, “Am gud fwuffy makie gud poopies in witta-bawks”. Thomas picks up the fluffy with a smile and places it down on his workstation desk. He looks around in his supply kit and finds it, a small needle which looks like its a acupuncture. Thomas would have to push this needle through the fluffy’s spinal cord in a couple places to paralyze it, but not to the point where it loses nervous system control of organs. Pushing the fluffy flat on its stomach on his desk, he casually mentions the fluffy’s name, “Your new name is Cloud”. The fluffy is excited about its new name but also wonders why it is being held down. The fluffy squirms some, “Wuv new namsie! Am Cwowd! Wha ou doin to Cwowd?” Not answering the fluffy, but carefully counting the fluffy’s vertebrae, Thomas slides a needle between the inter-vertebral disc and notices the fluffy’s hind limbs are no longer struggling to get up, in fact they are perfectly still. He slides the needle between another disc and the fluffy’s front legs stop trying to get up. A rank smell fills the area as some fluffy shit casually slides out of the fluffy’s asshole, as it has lost control of its bowels. Thomas fits a pull up on the now rag-doll bodied fluffy, which is still blinking and talking, “Why weggies nu wisten fwuffy wan walkies, why fwuffy nu can walkies? Com on weggies, why ou nu wisten?!” The fluffy starts to panic with its paralysis, seeing its legs, it doesn’t understand why they don’t work. Sobbing in its diaper belly down in its crate, Thomas looks up ‘Psychological Abuse Package 8’, he really should memorize these, but whatever.

Psychological Abuse Package 8: Psychological abuse track 4 audio with visual stimulus 6

Thomas loads the appropriate audio and visual tracks into the crates entertainment/abuse system. The fluffy lay in the crate with a small LCD screen in front of its face, and speakers on either side of it. The screen features dancie, running, and babbies playing with blocks. The newly paralyzed fluffy bursts into tears seeing this. Then the screen gives the fluffy a jump scare with a zombie monster on the screen that makes the fluffy spurt scardie poopies into its diaper. The audio is really what sets the abuse to just the right level. In the robotic Steven Hawking voice the fluffy hears,

*Yoou! Fluffei!!! Are a bad fluffei!!
Yoou made a poopsies on yoourself…baad fluffei!
Yoou fluffei! Havve no leggies to run an play with ha ha ha ha
*You fluffei maade anuther bad poopsies! Yoou are the wurst fluffei!"

The fluffy sobs and periodically makes scardie poopies in its diaper, as Thomas closes the lid and sends it down to shipping. That one felt good, and was probably his best abuse of the day. With nothing on his desk, he leaned back to see Rebecca playing on her phone, “want to grab some coffee? We only have an hour before we go home, and its getting slow”. Rebecca smiles and says, “sure, lets go”.

Sitting at one of the cafeterias tables they both sip their espresso. After 10 minutes of chatting, they hear a loud yell or bark. Looking around, they don’t see anything. Rebecca raises an eyebrow, “that was strange”. Then again, “AAARRRRGGHHH!!!” coming from the stairwell to the cafeteria. Thomas closes his eyes, “Jesus, its Rocky…what the fuck does he even do here?” Rebecca shakes her head and rolls her eyes. He’s actually one of the R&D guys, a scientist, but he spends most of his time acting like a jackass. Rocky bursts through the cafeteria doors with his cooler, and roars at Rebecca and Thomas. As the two of them, unamused watch wryly sipping their espressos, Rocky tears off the cooler lid throwing it half way across the room. Inside the cooler a few foals and their mother chatter up at him, “Pwease mr munstah nu gib babbehs hurties, dey is gud babbehs ne …SSCCCCREEEEEE!!!” As Rocky picks up the pink mare and bites into her side, as the fluffy gushes and sprays blood, narrowly missing Thomas and Rebecca. The fluffy gurgles and dies in a bloodly fluff pile on the cafeteria table. Thomas looks at Rebecca, “Who cleans all the fucking mess he makes with fluffy blood?” She shrugs, “He’s important to the R&D efforts…he actually has a PhD in biochemistry…but he plays make pretend like an obnoxious 10 year old as he slaughters fluffies.” From the sounds he was making he was being a velociraptor doing a pretty good Jurassic Park raptor scream (he must have practiced it for hours), as he puts one of the foals on the ground and pretends to claw kill it by stepping on it with his bright yellow Croc sandal. The foal smashes like a pile of raspberry jam. He picks up another foal and lets out this Eagle scream as his hands make pretend ‘talons’ that he grasps a foal with then pretends to fly, in the most awkward special display either Rebecca or Thomas had ever seen. Taking another sip, Thomas continues to watch the spectacle, “what an absolute dildo…” Rebecca nods, “yup”. The final foal is in a puddle of its own shit from “scardie poopies” as Rocky is now a ‘crocodile’ and puts the foal in its jaws, and starts rolling around on the floor pretending to death roll. Thomas looks at his phone, "we only have 20 minutes left…lets go back to our stations and pretend to look busy, then clock out. Rebecca nods, “Yeah I’ve had enough, lets go”. The two shortly after, clock out, and enjoy their fluffy-free evenings.

Adoptable Fluffies:
Cool Mint: Mint Green body/dark green tail and mane. Neutered.
Regal: Rose gold body/pearl iridescent rainbow shimmer mane and tail. ADOPTED
Fireball: Orange body/yellow mane and tail. Right front leg removed. ADOPTED
Rocket: Red body/pink mane and tail. Poopie place removed
Cloud: Blue body/white mane and tail. Legs have been paralyzed is a paraplegic.
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hmmm… These are all Micros right?

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They’re whatever you need them to be for now lol. This is our trial run adopting, continuing a story attempt.

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hmm… Nah, if they were regular sized fluffies then maybe, Very Tempted with Regal, but that price for a Micro?! Yeah nah

Hmmm, I was hoping for regular fluffies too.

I mean I never specified, I just made them foals. They can be “regular” fluffies. I never called them Micro Fluffies that’s just the company name like Microsoft.

Yeah, it’s not even in the tags.

Okay that makes more sense.

Micro is the brand name, ahem.

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Yeah when I started this series, I really just wanted to think of a company name and used Mr. Gate’s as an example. I would speculate such a company would have a monopoly on all fluffies micro and normal alike.

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We do have already have micro’s though.
Which are small fluffies the size of a foal or smaller.
Like Rambo and Marco here Rambo And Marco Go Twic ow Tweat (AMDk7)
Hence the confusion.

THEN GIVE ME REGAL YOU SHINY CHROME BIRD OF PREY

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Regal is yours Biorb_Biorb.

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I kinda lean towards Fireball.
See what I can come up with.

Fireball is yours.

lmao

The mass gassing of fluffies is amusing as always, and Ricky keeps being a riot.

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FUCK YEH

That fluffy is worth a fortune in the fantasy land we live in haha. :joy:

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Sometimes the fantasy lands are more fun then the real world.
Especially right now.

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Absolutely I agree. <3

All of us think very much alike. I am thankful that all those years ago 4chan created bronies which fluffies became an offshoot.