12 fluffies crammed into the same carry box, and 10 of them babies. If there was any sorry box this was it.
At least you were near the entrance and could see. Around you the six older babbehs ran around. Hulk was demanding out, Lollipop was shitting, Mint was whining about being in the box, Jelly was trying to calm him, Grim was pacing back and forth, and Cloud was yelling at her mummah. Of course mummah was wedged against the back, nursing her four newborns. There was the blue male unicorn that had been named Gummy, the yellow male earthie that had been named Bob, the pink female pegasus that had been named Drop, and the last one, the one that had been named Lucky.
You couldnât process it when you first saw it. It looked like a fluffy, the horn on its head, the wings on its back. But something in your head wasnât clicking right. You had gotten up to it and sniffed it. It smelled like any other newborn babbeh, but something just wasnât right.
Now you watched him nurse with the others in the back of the box, Snowball keeping her eye on it. After all she had only began to feed him after enough hits with the sorry stick, and it might take a few more to fully accept it.
The box rocked again, Daddeh was taking you to a different room. Looking outside, you could see the rooms were white, clean. Other people sat with animals in their laps and around them. Daddeh took you into a smaller room, where a man in white looked through the bars to all of you.
âNine, ten⌠jesus, twelve? Think thatâs safe to have that many in there?â
âYouâre the fluff vet,â Daddeh said. âYou tell me.â
âRight.â The man opened the crate, but Daddeh told you to stay. Of course Hulk ignored him and jumped right out.
âGonâ get biggest owies fo putting Huwk in sowwy box!â He yelled, only to be smacked on the head by the man in whiteâs sorry stick.
âTen babies,â the white man said. âOf course one of themâs a smarty. Heâs one of the older litter right?â
âYeah, the one I found her with on the street.â
âMight as well take a look at him first.â The white man picked up Hulk, setting him on the counter. Using a variety of sticks and tools, he poked and prodded at the smarty, as much as he yelled against it.
âPerfectly healthy, that attitude though⌠probably not going to net you much in the end.â
The white man did the same with the other foals. Of special concern was Snowball and Lucky.
âThe first alicorn Iâve managed to breed,â Daddeh said. âBut Iâm still worried about Snowballâs potential, when I found her she had a brown fluff with her. I took care of it discreetly⌠but Iâm worried it might come back in some future litters.â
âI wouldnât worry about that,â The white man replied. âThis mare is one of the most fertile Iâve seen. You said she was already pregnant when you found her?â
âPregnant and with her foals.â
âHmm, and the dad? The blue one there?â
Daddeh looked to you, âNo thatâs not the dad, that oneâs from another set. A mare, her âbestestâ, and this one here.â He picked you up, setting you on the counter between the two. âI sold the mom and her bestest to a couple⌠factories. This one I kept around, never really knew what to do with him.â
âWell,â the white man began to examine you. âHeâs clearly street-born, you can see it in his teeth. Seems to be in alright health otherwise.â
âItâs his head Iâm more interested in,â Daddeh said. âKeeps silent, but caught on to the litterbox pretty quick. Rode the Roomba around while his family shit themselves. Rarely have to discipline him either which is a plus. One of his siblings was an alicorn from what the mom told me.â
The white man rubbed around the top of your head, searching for something. âNo vestigial horn that I can see. Full pegasus it seems. Strange, smart behavior is usually concentrated to unicorns and alicorns. If youâve seen a herd youâll know the toughies are often pegasi and earths. Not to say this one doesnât have a good set of trunks on him.â He felt around your legs.
âWell,â Daddeh said. âThey all alright at least?â
âYes Iâd say theyâre all developing nicely. Could pawn them all off now for a good chunk of change, or wait for them to grow a bit.â
âWeâll see,â Daddeh said, putting you back in the box and picking it up.
The way home was uneventful. Until the smell of piss and shit began wafting its way around the box, and out into the car.
âDammit!â Daddeh said, âWho the hell did that?â
None would speak up.
âNobody huh? Fine, all you babies are getting the sorry stick when weâre home.â
Hulk sprinted up to the front. âMeanie daddeh nu gib Huwk sowwy stick! Huwk gib yuo sowwy stick! Huwk gonna gib sowwy poopsies!â
Huwk turned around, pressing his backside through a hole in the bars, and pushed.
Daddeh looked over and yelled âOH YOU FUCKING-â
Your world was rocked, everything went black.