Lucas tossed Toad into a Sorry box display. It was a newer model designed for bestes’ foals, it had the sole purpose of crushing a foals hopes and dreams, with Bluetooth speakers for paying Fluffy insults on repeat, cold floors and walls, it was perfect for punishing little shits who thought the world revolved around them.
As the store was just now opening it’s doors, Lucas could hear the curious customer walk down the stairs into the A&D department. While the Ausie hated Fluffies with a passion, he respected hard work, and also needed a job, being in and out of jail was never fun for him, and now, as per the terms of his probation, he really needed this job. So, taking his job seriously, he met the incoming mob of abusers and outta-luck fluffy owners head on.
The A&D department was roughly the same size as the first floor, minus the storage and heater being in the far corner, similar to the first floor, the A&D department had it’s own area for Fluffies, but on a much smaller scale, and less roomy. Each pen was small, barley enough room to play and turn around. All only holding onto a single fluffy. No play area, no toys, only a clear door, a small slot for food.
Oh, and each Fluffy having a rectal catheter, as to avoid dirtying their temporary homes.
Lucas was in charge of the A&D department, having about 6 or so employees under him. each being reserved to their own sub-department, and each dong a fairly good job with their areas. Until A&D had it’s first problem.
As Lucas was finishing the sell of Toad to a large man curious about how long a bestes’ would still be a bestes’ after intense waterboarding, Jeffery, a younger employee under Lucas, ran over freaking out.
“DUDE! Someone is trying to break the smarty cages!” Jeffery said, gasping.
“Shite, alright, you already call security?” Lucas said, rushing over to the smarty pens with Jeffery close behind.
“Yeah, the dumbasses were trying to put things in the food slots, but since they are all locked, the just started trying to break them!” Jeffery said, following Lucas as the two turned the corner to see what was going on in the Smarty Department.
Three young men were slamming skateboards into the kennel doors of the Smarty Pens, causing the Smarties to freak out and shit into their catheters. THe sounds of screeching and crying came from each of the Smarty and Bestes’ pens.
As Lucas rushed over, the three booked it, dodging the Manager, only to run head first into the Security Jeffery had called down.
Lucas watched as the three hoodlums were taken upstairs and brought up.
While some of the other customers were a little shocked by this, a lot of them simply laughed, some mocking them on their way up.
“Jeffery, good work, now try and calm those Smarties down, i know it’s not protocol but give a few of them treats.” Lucas said, patting Jeffery on the back. “But only to the ones those amateurs slammed their boards onto, right?” Jeffery nodded, a grabbing a box of “Not-So-Nummy” Nummy Treats as he made his way back to the Smarty Isles.
Lucas returned back to his area,calming down and supervising the sale of 5 “Super-Sorry” Foal Sorry Boxes.
Clint was sitting at his desk, taking a small break from helping sales, he had helped sell, Twelve Sea-Fluffies, arranged a Fluffalo play-date, and supervised ten regular Fluffy sales. While Clint was relaxing at his desk, the door to his office opened up, two of the security guards towing in three teenagers.
“What’s this?” Clint asked, sitting up from his chair. “Couple of idiots tried breaking open the Smarty cages. None of them hurt, just riled up, least that’s what Lucas said.”
“Can you just let us go man, their just Fluffies, who cares?” One of the teens says, trying to remedy the situation.
“Hmm… No, I’m calling the police. You boys destroyed company property, scared our product, and now your acting like its no big deal?” Clint laughed, dialing 911.
“You boys could have at least waited until after opening day… Ya hi, I’m the owner of Uptown Fluffies… Yeah the new one… Yeah got three troublemakers here, tried destroying some of the Fluffy pens to get to em… Yep… Okay… Perfect… Thanks, well keep em here for ya! Well, you boys might wanna call your moms or, dad or, whatever is taking care of you, because they are gonna need to pick you up at the police station.” Clint says, finishing the phone call.
“Fuck! Dude these shit-rats aren’t even worth the prices you sell em for! Who gives a fuck about em?! They are the dumbest fucking things ever!” One of the boys said. Clint, slightly irritated at the statement, got up from his chair and walked over to the three.
“While I partially agree with you all about how deplorable these shit producing amalgamations are indeed sometimes rancid. Me and My Fiance both put in a lot of fucking work, taking care of these Fluffies, raising, breeding, overall care and well being, it isn’t so FUCKING easy… And while i also agree with you, that a lot of these shit-rats can be the most deplorable things, you all fail to realize something, They are dumb. In fact, they are borderline mentally challenged, because they are all designed to have the brain functions of a fully developed THREE YEAR OLD… So remember that, next time you decide to do something like this again, your scaring and hurting mentally challenged chimeras, programed and insistent on only one thing. Giving you love, and only wanting love back.” As Clint finished the three boys put their heads down, awaiting the police.
Clint sat back in his chair, fully realizing how much of a hypocrite he was… watching as the three hoodlums were escorted out, watching as the police showed up and took them away…
Clint remembered the Fluffies that he had done wrong… Rosie’s family… Bun, her foals, even those two sick fucks Napoleon and, ugh, Pedo… The words “Mentally challenged” sticking with him as he slumped into his office chair. Clint spent the rest of the first day somberly in his office, only ever coming out when his staff asked for help, or when Donna met him for lunch…
As the workday was slowing to a crawl, everyone began to clock out for Lunch, shutting the store down for an hour, giving everyone a thirty min lunch, and thirty mins to get ready for the evening, all except Lucas and Gloria.
Gloria sat in the break room, along with Lucas, talking shop about their day, sharing some insight about one another.
“-And that’s about the time i had to… Well, i had to put them down…” Gloria said, finishing her tale about her Family Business.
“I’m sorry to 'ear that, honestly, it don’t matter if they were fluffies, those ones were taken care of, and they went out peacefully, ya did the best thing for 'em.” Lucas says, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“So, what about you? Why did you get into Fluffies?” Gloria asked, taking sip from her thermos.
“Ah, mines not as peachy of a story as yours, but, long-long-long story short, I’m here so my Parole officer wont chew me out, that and the Costco didn’t call me back.” Lucas chuckled.
“Oh, are you willing to share what you did?” Gloria says, half of her question was out of curiosity, the other half, teasing.
“Well, let’s just say I have not too many friends at me old ‘Job’” Lucas says, chuckling as he finishes his sandwich, his eyes staring into nothing as he swallowed. Gloria simply nodded, curious about what he meant, but not rude enough to pry further. As the two finished their lunches, the began to talk again, this time, about work.
“-Then the num-nuts are thrashing their skateboards into the Smarty pens. Fucking Lil psychopaths.” Lucas said, finishing his drink. “Then after that, boys in black came down, brought them up to the big man, and that’s all i know!”
Gloria was about to continue the conversation, when a buzzer went off from her pocket. “Oh shit, back to normal life i guess!” Gloria said, getting up from the lunchroom table. “Aye, A&D is probably a wash without me, good luck to ya on the first floor!” Lucas said, heading for the stairs.
“You too!” Gloria said, waving as she headed to the Fluffy Pens.
As she crossed the sales floor, she heard a woman yelling at the front counter. “What do you mean? I don’t want to do it myself!”
Oh great… A code 2… Refusal of Pillowing. ‘Glad that wasn’t her department’ Gloria said, quickly helping a small girl pick a filly from the isles.