The sun rose one early morning on the Paws for cause training facility, where animals went to be trained as service animals for whoever may need one. Gobby woke up alone in a kennel’s cage on a worn but still soft pet bed, a litter box to his left and a bowl of kibble and water next to that. Out side the cage were a man and woman, talking back and forth about something, when he listened closely it discovered it was about him.
“Look at the size of this guy, you sure he’s still a colt?” Asked the man looking at the groggy Gobby in his bed.
“Apparently, he’s only four months old but he looks full grown.” Answered the woman looking at a clip board.
“You mean he’s gonna get bigger!? The hell did they feed you?”
-Miwkies and kibbew.- Gobby answered with a yawn. -Awe you Gobby’s new mummah and daddeh?- Starting to get a little excited.
“Sorry big guy but no.” The woman shook her head. “You’re here to learn how to do a job. You pass the learning phase and then you get a mom or dad.”
-Job? Wike daddeh and his bwothews? Gobby gonna hunt meany fewaws!- Rearing back and swiping the air with his forelegs.
“Well damn look at him go.” The man laughed. “No, no, noo… Not that kind of job.”
-Oh.- Dropping back to all fours.
The sudden bang his hard hooves made against the sheet-metal floor made the two humans jump and startled every fluff in all the other cages around them. The man opened the cage, reached in and grabbed one of Gobby’s hooves, feeling it between thumb and forefinger.
“It’s solid. Like an actual horse.”
“Oh this guy must of been spliced, no way a fluffy has naturally solid hooves.”
“Notice his wings yet? Big enough to really fly I’d bet.”
-Gobby can’t fwy. Just gwide wike daddeh, but sissy can a wittwe! Gasp! Whewe am sissy?! Sissy! Swift! SWWWIIIFFFFFTT!!-
“Whoa whoa whoa there, your sister is here, you’ll see her soon enough.” The man assured him. “First we got to verify a few things then it’s off to orientation, okay?”
-Owe we en… huh?- Tilting his head to one side.
“Heh, right. We figure out what your good at and pick a job based on it. Now my name’s Josh, that’s Anne. Got it.”
Gobby nodded.
After that they rattled off things from the clip board as they looked him over. Height, weight, age, breed, colors, unusual features and lifting his tail to check his balls to confirm the vasectomy the chart claimed he had. An additional amendment was added when he jumped from the cage and glided across the room to the floor, he wasn’t wrong when he told them he could.
“What did you say that guy’s name was who dropped those two off?” Anne asked.
Sure enough, Swift was in a large open room filled with random sections made out to look like every day things. A mock kitchen, a bathroom, a street corner and even a grocery store, along with several other young colts and fillies. Thrilled to be reunited the pair hugged each other tightly until Josh started to clap to gain the fluffies attention. Now the two we oblivious to this fact but for the rest of the fluffies, the thing they all focused on was the sorry stick tucked under his armpit.
“Alright everybody welcome to Service animals one-oh-one. You’ll be sorted and trained to specific jobs based on talent and temper weather it be seeing eye fluff, sniffer fluff, therapy animal or whatever else a human might need help with.”
-Dis am soooo stupid!- A yellow and pink maned unicorn complained loudly rolling her eyes.
“Ahh yes, Persephone.” Josh sneered at the mare. “Our resident last chance-r. You have flunked out of every obedience school and pageant academy in Ohio. So your owner sent you here and gave me permission to break you by any means necessary.” Taking out the sorry stick.
Dummeh hooman nu got da nu-nu’s to give owwies to bestest Pewsephone! Take sowwy poo-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!-
Turning around and raising her tail she couldn’t finisher her threat as Josh cracked the sorry stick across her asshole and one of her udders. But he didn’t stop on the first swing, as the mare rolled on her back trying to reach her wounds her outstretched forelegs made the perfect target. The other fluffs huddled together watching as Persephone was struck twice more across her ass again after being lifted up by her tail.
“One more thing.” Digging a disk shaped object out of his pocket. “See this? If you ever threaten sorry poopies again, I’ll jam this up your ass and the only way you’ll be able to make poopies at all, is to take a sorry stick up you ass. Understand?”
Persephone furiously nodded through tear soaked eyes, tail tucked between her legs to shield her stinging anus in a puddle of her own piss as shit.
“Alright, Anne take over. I gotta give Persephone a bath and mop the floor.”
Josh grabbed the weeping mare by the tail and carried her to a large industrial metal sink and deposited inside as he left to get a mop and bucket. As Gobby and Swift held each other in fear the rest of the fluffies tried their best to hide behind them. Now they faced Anne with a eerily calm look on her face, clipboard in hand.
“Don’t be afraid. None of you are in any trouble and seeing as the lot of you aren’t freaking out over being near Gobby, you all pass the poor color/alicorn test.” Making a check on her clipboard. “Now when I call your name I want you to say here. Taffy?”
-Hewe!- A blue and yellow maned earthy filly sat up.
“Pickle?” A green monochrome earthy colt answered her. “Benjie?” A brown monochrome earthy colt replied this time. “Cottonball?” A dusty grey filly hopped up excitedly. Gobby and Swift?" They both answered together. “And Bonehead?” A purple and green maned unicorn colt with a broken off horn stood and answered. “Okay. Today’s lesson is crossing the street. Follow me.”
She lead them to a small section that was a working replica of an average city crosswalk lights and all. Gathering them at the signal post they watched as the light switched from a white walking stick figure to a red hand with the word stop under it.
“Is it safe to cross the street?” She asked looking to the fluffies.
-Yus!- Shouted Taffy.
“And why is that?”
-Wed am bestest cowow, wike mummah’s fwuff! Aways kept Taffy safe!-
“Is that so?” Reaching into her pocket.
Taking out a small remote, two toy cars big enough for a small child to sit in and drive started to move following the road in opposite directions, circling the tiny track.
“Well, if it’s safe, then cross the street.”
With all the confidence a fluffy could display with a puffed up chest and proud strut she started to cross the street and was promptly hit by one of the cars. It was too low to the ground to fully go over her and it just started to drag her along its preprogrammed path. The cars only stopped when the light on the crosswalk changed leaving Taffy right where she started in a bloody crumpled heap.
“Red means stop.”
“Got our first wash out?” Josh asked returning. “Got it covered.” Holding up the mop. “Got bags, too. Figured we’d need them.”
Josh gathered up what was left of Taffy, stuffing her into a plastic trash bag, much to the horror of the rest of the fruffs. Save for Gobby and Swift, while visibly upset they weren’t petrified with fear, Swift even moved in close sniffing at Josh as he worked.
-Mistew Josh has sickies.- Smeww funny.- She proclaimed looking up at him.
“What? What do you mean by that?”
-Don’t know…Smeww diffewent than befowe.-
“Josh, check your monitor.”
“Aw shit, I think I left it on silent by accident.” Taking a phone like device from his pocket. “I Need to take my insulin. I’ll be back.”
“Looks like we got a sniffer. Makes specializing your training easier. Now let’s try this again from the top.”