Smarties are a pain to deal with, so are the tuffies that accompany them. This herd was no exception. This herd made the mares do everything. Looking for food, giving licky cleanies, and they took care of the babies by themselves too. The smarty was lazy and fat from hogging the food the mares brought back. The tuffies could find their own food.
One day a human found the heard. As usual, the smarty stomped and puffed up, but couldn’t realy do anything, he was too fat.
So with ease the heard was scooped up into carriers and brought to a lab.
The heard members were placed in pens that separated the males from the mares, via glass panel in the middle of the pen. If there were any babies they taken to a safe room with the nursing mother. As of now the test begins.
The pens were opened and the fluffs were told to find nummies, as usual the smarty gave the mares an order to bring him all the food they found. He would let them have whatever was left. But this wasn’t what the instructor ment, the fluffs had to find food for themselves, meaning the smarty had to find food on his own. Once the mares and tuffies found their food they went back into the pen as instructed. The pens closed and the smarty went to go to the mares side, but was stopped by the glass wall that separated them.
“Wha? No fawe! Dummy mawes gib smawty aww da nummies NAO! SMAWTY WAN NUMMIES!” The smarty was confused and angry, so he just took food from his tuffies.
“No, that isn’t your’s! You didn’t go look for food so you get none.” The instructor said, taking the food and giving it back to the tuffies. The smarty stomped his hoof, demanding food, he got nothing. The second time the pens opened, the smarty rushed out, gathering as much as he could before the others had a chance. The others still found their own food and went back to the pen to eat what they found. When the smarty had finished his own food, he went to take more from a tuffy, the instructor stopped him again.
“Hmph! Smawty no wike having fin’ nummies. Dummeh mawe, bwing smawty aww da nummies!” The smarty ordered. The instructor told the mare she didn’t have to listen to the smarty. The smarty didn’t like that. The instructor paid no attention to the smarty.
Soon enough all the fluffs gathered their food and went back to the pen. It became night, and the smarty wanted one of the mares to eff. “Dummeh bwue mawe! Gib smawty good feews NAO!” He rushed to the mare, but ran face first into the glass wall. The instructor went to see what all the fuss was about.
“That wall is what’s keeping you away from them.” The instructor informed.
“SMAWTY WAN EFFIES NAO! NAO! NAO! NAO! Dummeh bwue mawe gib smawty good feews NAO!” He kept hitting the glass wall with his hooves until he gave up. Instead he spotted the poopie stallion that was in the corner of the pen trying to sleep.
“Poopie fwuffy am effie fwuffy nao! Stoopie ugwy poopie!” The smarty ran, more like waddled, over to the brown fluff in the corner.
When the smarty went to mount the brown male, the male just got up and moved to a different spot. The smarty kept chasing the brown fluff till he was panting and plopped down on the floor of the pen. The instructor smiled.
Day came rather quickly, when the instructor opened the pen for the fluffs to forage, the smarty made a dash for the blue mare.
He mounted her but he was so fat he couldn’t penetrate her. The instructor grabbed the smarty, it was obvious he wasnt going to share, listen, or behave. The instructor handed the smarty to a different person and was carried off to a room. The rooms walls and floor were cement, a big tabel in the middle with a drain in the corner of the table and a bucket underneath to catch any blood or bile or whatever else leaked from the fluffy.
The person had on a mask and other protective gear, incase of splatter.
This fluffy was deemed to be useless, only good for production of good colored babies.
Too bad he was so fat, the milking machine didn’t fit with all that flab. But just because he’s useless, doesn’t mean he has no purpose.
The masked person picks up a scalpel from a small table of surgical tools. They make a nice long cut along the abdomen, carefully cutting the skin off the fat smarty. The smarty is in agony, begging, crying, pissing, and shitting himself. All while the masked person keeps cutting, carful not to damage the skin.
They have to turn the fluff over now. Every last cut is meticulous until the skin comes off in one piece, like a fur coat off a rich woman’s shoulders.
The person washes the skin and hangs it up on a wire to dry. The fluff is somehow still alive. Good. They’ll start to flay the muscle off one of the legs first. Cutting in to the fatty tissue and muscle underneath, down to the bone, they make the insisision and slice down the middle. Delicate movements peel the muscle off the bones. Going slowly for each leg. By this time the fluff has died of shock and blood loss. Now it’s a dissection.
The fluffs organs were positively wrecked!
This fat fuck was days away from a heart attack. It’s lungs looked strained and both kidneys looked over worked, the liver was full of fat deposits. How this fluff stayed alive so long was a mystery. Oh well. On to the the next smarty.
(Hi! I wanted to try to write something new for you guys! I hope you liked it!)
