Judas woke up as the lights came up in the big safe room. Almost immediately he could hear peeping and chirping from the foals, hungry or needing the litter box. He lifted his head off the cushy pillow he slept on and looked around.
The main safe room was pretty big, enough for a grown fluffy to run around. There were 20 or so fluffies at anytime. It fluxated a lot. New arrivals came in every day. Some were adopted while others…
Judas stood up, his bones creaking a little. His was an old fluffy, but their standards anyways, already 6 years now. His bones were starting to hurt a little and he had begun loosing a few teeth, but he was still spry enough to run around and play with the babbehs from time to time.
His fluff was a soft green color, like summer grass, and his mane was a sky blue. He was comforting colors. That was his job.
He walked over to the litter box and did his business, before getting some food from the big trough. He looked over and saw one of the new arrivals that had come in a week ago, a soon mummah. She could barely waddle around now, her dull purple coat and orange mane being only marginally less matted and tangled than when she arrived.
Judas knew she wouldn’t be staying long. He was fairly smart, as fluffies went, and had learned to recognize certain signs. The safe room was already getting pretty full. There were three mummahs in here already, each with about 5 foals… another would be too many and her colors weren’t very good. A new mummah or daddah wouldn’t want to adopt her.
Judas looked up as the door opened. One of the staff walked in, wearing blue scrubs and her hair tied up. She wore a name tag with the name “Angelica” on it. Beside the name was a cute little simley face. She was greated by a wave of “hewo nice wady” from the other fluffies, who quickly went back to their business of eating, pushing a ball around, or feeding their foals while singing tunelessly.
“Hewwo mis Angewica.” Judas says as she comes closer.
“Hello, Judas. How are you?” She asks, bending down to pet the fluffy gently.
“Judas am otay. Nee do wowkies today?” Angelica looked a bit sad, but nodded.
“Yes, Judas. I need you to work.” She pointed at the big soon mummah. “Can you lead her out, please?” Judas nods.
“Otay.” Angelica looked a bit sadly at the soon mummah. Judas put a soft hoof on her knee. “It am otay. Not ou fauwt.” Angelica was always shocked by how emotionally aware the little fluffy was. She nods.
“Thank you, Judas. Tim will meet you.” She says, standing up, avoiding looking at the mare as she left the room.
Judas walked up to the soon mummah. “Hewo! How ou doin?” The balloon shaped fluffy smiled happily at Judas.
“Am soon mummah! Gon hab bestest babbhes soon.” She had told every creature she had met for the last three weeks this same line. Judas nods.
“Soon mummah come wit Judas, otay? Take you to bestes nummies.” He says, leading her away and towards the fluffy door in the wall.
“Bestes nummies!?” She gasps. “For makin bestes miwkies! Soon mummah am so hapi!” She waddles behind him, grunting a little with each step. When he approached the gate, it reacted with his collar and gave a beep, unlatching and letting him walk through. He held the flap up for the mare, who was almost too big for the small opening.
“Dis way.” He says and starts walking down the sterile, linoleum hallway, going slow so she could keep up. He passed other big safe rooms as well as rooms with individual pens, before coming to a large metal door.
A man was standing outside. He wore scrubs too, although his were significantly less well washed and were in a dark shade of red. He had a name tag as well saying “Tim” with a red whip next to it. If anyone asked, this simply ment that he was the “disaplinarian” at the shelter. It was better for most of the staff to be seen as “safe” by the fluffies. The truth was a bit darker, however. Considering he was rarely seen by the public, it wasn’t much of an issue.
As Judas got closer, the familiar scent of the room came to his nose. Disinfectant, mostly, but a strong undercurrent of boo-boo juice, poopies, and a scent he could only associate with fowevah sweepies. The mare stopped in her tracks.
“N-nu smeww pwetty.” She whines. Judas turns and gives her a happy smile.
“No wowwies, pwetty mawe! Bestes nummies am cummin! It otay!” His smile did exactly as it was supposed to. The mare calmed down.
“Otay.” Judas looks up at Tim who simply snears at him.
“Hewo, mistuh Tim. Dis is soon mummah. She hew for bestes nummies.”
Tim sighed. He hated this fucking play acting, but whatever it took to keep his fucking hugbox coworkers happy and reliant on him to take care of things. “Of course. Right this was, soon mummah.” He says and opens the big metal door.
The inside was a sterile, white tile room. It had a large examining table with a big ramp for fluffies to walk up. Next to that was a counter with plenty of surgical tools. “Cum on, soon mummah! Nummies aw nu faw!” Judas says and walks in, walking back to gently nudge the nervous mare forward. He walks with her, going up the ramp while Tim closes the thick, mostly sound proof door.
It took a minute for Judas and the soon mummah to get up the ramp, but they made it, the mares breath coming quick and labored. Judas happily congratulated her on her work and went to the edge of the table to sit. Tim walked up, annoyed at how long it took.
“Alright, shitrat.” He says, an evil grin coming to his lips. “Time for your 'bestes nummies.” He grabbed a hard sorry stick and hit her hard along the back. She screamed in pain and immediately started to give out scawdy poopies and peepees.
“Huu! Huwties! Why huwt soon mummah!? Am good fwuffy!” She was so confused and afraid, shitting more out as another hard blow landed.
“Fuck! You didn’t make her use the litter box, dumb fuck?” He growled to Judas. The fluffy gave a very human shrug.
“Nu am Judas wowkies.” He says, smiling at the soon mummah. “It otay! Huwties be obah soon.” He says happily. She smiles for a second, still trusting the older fluffy. Judas watched as Tim grabbed a hammer. It was going to get messy.
The hammer came down hard on the fluffies front hoof, immediately folding the mare onto her face. She cried more, her already stressed bones snapping easily and piercing the skin. “Wowstest huwties!” She cried out and tried to run with her remaining legs.
She had been a house fluffy before, a runaway who left to have babbehs. She knew to take the sowwy stick and not to run away, but this was different. This mistuh wasn’t a nice mistuh, he was a munstah!
Tim laughed as the fluffy only really managed to run in a circle on the table, dragging her busted leg along and smearing blood everywhere. Her face pushed through the pile of poopies she had made and she gagged and tried to wipe it off.
Tim’s next blow came down on her back leg, bending it backwards at the fragile knee and breaking the bones and muscle that connected them. She screed in pain, again asking why he was doing this. “Nu kno wha do, bu pwomise tu neba do agan!” She begs, tears soaking her fluff.
Tim just smiles down at her, reaching out to grab her broken front weggie. He twists hard, snapping the bone off and yanking the last of the flesh apart, tearing off her weggie all together. She screamed in pain, sobbing and convulsing. “Come on, you dumb bitch.” He mutters to himself, smashing her other front weggie into pulp.
“Bigges poopies!” She screams.
“There we go!” Tim laughs, watching as the mare starts to give birth, her water breaking from the shock and pain. Judas watched, the mares ass facing him, as the vagina stretched and a foal plopped out, not moving at all. The next one came, this one weakly flailing and giving soft peeps.
“Fwen! Fwen sabe mummah! Sabe babbeh! Pwease!” The mare begged Judas.
“It am otay, mummah! Awmos obah.” He says, standing next to her and licking her check, where there wasn’t poopies. Tim picked up the peeping foal and let the mare see it. Immediately she smiled through the pain.
“B-babbeh! Babbeh am so gud! Bestes babbeh. Pwease mistuh, wet mummah gib wickie cweanies.”
Tim looked at her, face impassive, before he simply smiled. “No.” He says and crushed the foal in his hand.
“NUUUUU!” The mare screams. Tim savors the moment of pain on her face and while she is trapped in the worst possible agony a mummah can experience, he brings the hammer down hard on her skull, killing her instantly and spraying grey matter everywhere. The idea that her last thought was of her dead babbeh made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
The body spasmed and let another foal fall out. The rest would simply suffocate in their mothers womb. Judas looked up at Tim and then walked down the ramp. His job was done. He flicked the bit of brain off his coat and shook himself. He hated how messy Tim was.
Tim hated his presence too. He didn’t need a fucking fluffy baby sitter or an escort. But the hugboxers thought it would make things easier for the fluffies. He didn’t care. He wasn’t going to use their expensive euthanasia drugs and that was helping with costs, so they didn’t give him shit about it. He opened the door for the fluffy and closed it behind him, getting about the task of cleaning up the remains.
Judas walked out, smiling happily as he walked back into his safe room. He saw a foal, almost the same color as the mare before. She tripped over her ball she was running after and hurt her noose, peeping and chirping in pain. He walked over and gently comforted her. “Nu cwy, babbeh! Is otay!” He says softly, giving her huggies until she was calm again.
He went over to his pillow and laid down, resting his old bones. He knew he’d get sketti tonight for dinner and that made him excited. For now though, he just watched the babbehs play and give each other huggies and drink lots of miwkies.
This idea came about when I was thinking about “Judas goats.” If you don’t know, they’re goats that lead other cattle into the slaughterhouse. They confidently walk into the building, signaling to the other herd animals that it must be okay. Then, they walk back out alone. I don’t know if this is original, but I’ve never read anything with this idea so I thought I’d do it. Wouldn’t leave my head until I got it out.
Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think. I don’t know if I’ll write anything else, I like being a lurker, but feedback is always appreciated. I feel like it’s kinda short, but I’m not too good at writing abuse, as it turns out. Hope it wasn’t too shit. Hell, hope all of this wasn’t too shit…
