Cut to a traditional restaurant somewhere in Japan
Narrator: “Compared to adult fluffies there aren’t many dishes that involve foals since they are far more difficult to work with due to their small size. Because of this labor-intensive shape foals are more commonly used in processed food such as sausages or foal nuggets by fast food companies. As mentioned before the ability to grind a foal whole without deboning its a plus here, but still foal meat is seen as a cheap replacement to real animal meat like chicken.”
“However in this restaurant in Roppongi foals are a new delicacy that many patrons pay dearly to enjoy”
Now the camera moves towards a middle-aged asian guy in with a sushi chef uniform, he opens one of many big drawers. Inside you can see a green pegasus mare with a magenta mane and 6 foals sitting on top of it, the mare sleeping on top of woodchips and with an empty food dish and a water bottle. The mare looked happy and asked if it was ‘time fo’ nummies’ but when it saw the chef didn’t have any food its face changed. The guy reaches in and grabs a blue earthie colt but then the patron behind the bar waves his hand and points at the ‘bestest babbeh’ which the mare is now holding in its hoofs: an aquamarine pegasus filly with a light-red mane. He quickly grabs the filly and closes the drawer while the mare starts screaming and banging the door, the chef then kicks the drawer and the mare just ‘huuuhuuus’ and stops her racket.
“Chef Nakamura was among the first innovators in Japan to try making new dishes using fluffies. His specialty is live foal sushi, not an easy task at all since the chef has to know how to properly prepare it to avoid killing the foal and thus ruining the meat. The skill level is second only to fugu, the advantage being that a unproperly prepared foal wont kill anyone.”
Cut to a view of the table, the chef forces the foal to evacuate over a trash can and gives it a quick bath to clean it, then places it on a cutting board, meanwhile the foal is sitting there crying about ‘wawa bad fo’ babbehs’ and ‘wewe mummah?’. The chef now has a knife in hand, the foal its shocked for a moment and then tries to run away as the patron laughs at the sight of his food trying to leave. The chef quickly picks up the foal before it can even step outside the board and brings the knife to its belly.
“The preparation process is similar to live frog sushi: as we can see here chef Nakamura first makes two cuts to the side of the foal. Now depending on the preference of the patron the foal can be skinned just like a frog would but in this case they have opted not to. After the two cuts he gently uses the knife to flip the somewhat flexible uncalcified ribs of the foal out of its tiny chest. He then inserts his fingers and tears off the foal’s digestive system and other vicera but leaving the heart and lungs intact to prevent the foal from dying.”
“Now he places the foal in ice while he slowly cuts fine pieces of the meat so it can be easily consumed using only chopsticks. He then seasons the foal with some herbs and lemon juice before bringing it to the patron who can hardly wait to enjoy it. As he later told us live foal sushi has been a sensation and he had to reserve a spot at Nakamura’s restaurant months in advance just for this.”
Noa a view of the bowl, you see the filly resting on its side crying as the patron grabs its left hind leg with his chopsticks to expose the meat cuts. The filly is meekly trying to pull the pieces back inside her with its tiny hoofs. It then looks straight at the camera and says:
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The patron grabs a bite and as he can be seen really enjoying it the filly suddenly panics at seeing him devouring another piece. The foal starts flinging its front legs around trying to get a grip on the bowl and escape but it just slides back to the bottom with the ice. The patron takes another piece and dips it in soy sauce before chewing on it as the filly’s movements become more and more lethargic and it finally gives up. It now merely looks at the patron and blinks as he keeps eating, the foal’s face a combination of horror and resignation.
“Despite initial hopes from analysts and investors that foal meat would attract the profitable vegan market since fluffies are not considered ‘real animals’ by the public the reception to the product turned out to be worse than anyone could have expected. New research by focus groups showed that while vegans didn’t care about the treatment foals received they didn’t like it because foal meat is essentially a GMO food and thus deemed unacceptable. Some experts say this was predictable as many environmental groups now oppose humane treatment of fluffies while being staunch supporters of efforts to exterminate what they consider to be an artificial vermin. Previous attempts at free range fluffies for the organic meat market also failed to gain traction.”
The image changes to somewhere in Ohio, the camera turns and there’s a view of a huge decrepit building.
“This is the Rolling Acres Mall. Built in the early 1970s it was finally abandoned at the end of the 2000s decade.”
Cut to the inside of the mall, the film crew is exploring around with flashlights. Because of the light and sound some fluffies are coming out from broken stores and kiosks. They all look a bit starved, very filthy though their colors are still recognizable. The vast majority are foals at different stages of growth. Most keep a distance but others walk towards the cameraman and start saying the usual fluffy preprogrammed messages ferals still have, stuff like ‘nyu fwend?’ ‘gib nummies?’. An orange unicorn with a green mane makes its way through the group and yell ‘dummeh hoomin dis smawty’s mall!’ to the sound guy who shoos it away with his boom mic.
“It was near the old food court that we found one of the many herds living inside this old shopping center. The bad weather at this latitude combined with the poor insultation that fluffy fur gives and lack of a proper undercoat means that come winter feral fluffies must scramble for shelter or perish, there isn’t much of a choice. Because of the poor local economy we see an ironic situation taking place: feral fluffies find it practically impossible to be adopted since most people in the area can’t afford a high maintenance pet and would rather spend less in a real animal like a dog which they also find more useful. It is quite a conundrum that fluffies are at the same time so cheap to buy and yet more expensive to maintain than most other pets. However it was this bad economy what drove the mall bankrupt thus providing a massive safe haven for fluffies who otherwise would be dying from exposure in parking lots and yards or hunted by a myriad of predators.”
You then see the cameraman entering an old toy shop. Here you see many pregnant mares nesting in what used to be shelves for toys. The floor its coated in fluffy shit, there’s a shot of the sound guy coughing then holding his PPE mask tight because of the smell. There’s tore fluff all over and a number of dead foals. A close up show that these death foals are mostly fetuses and runts in different states of decay, others looking more like normal foals that were probably trampled over by an adult fluffy. Many are missing parts or even half their bodies with visible biting marks.
"While the mall had a petshop the fluffy dams decided to make their nest within an old ruined toy store, most likely because the childish décor reminded them of the safe space rooms some of them lived in before being disposed of by tired owners or simply running away, or maybe its a vestige of Hasbio’s neuroprograming that makes it attractive to them?.
We see the mares here have quickly forgotten all the basics of domestic behavior, from the simplest forms of hygiene to not cannibalizing their young. These ‘babbehs’ were probably eaten by other mares who needed the protein during pregnancy or to make milk to feed their own foals".
However our exploration of the mall was cut short when the next day a team of animal control personnel together with some contractors arrived at the mall with orders from the city hall to put an end to the fluffy infestation inside before it could spread to abandoned houses near the mall. Still we were allowed to follow the crews inside the ruin as they worked to drive the fluffies out.
You see some exterminator guys throwing flashbangs into the old stores. Fluffies come out running in panic, then they see the men holding sticks and a few fluffies get clubbed in their heads while the vast majority runs to the other side. Workers scream at the fluffies and bang the floor in front of them with their sticks to herd them all in the same direction. There’s a shoot of a sea of filthy fluffies in thousands of different color combinations running through one of the mall’s main aisles towards the main entrance. Outside a big perimeter has been built to contain the huge stream of fluffies pouring out.
There is a drone shot from above showing a huge pool made of hundreds of thousands of fluffies forming on what used to be the parking lot on the main entrance of the mall. You see some guys stepping over the short (for a human that is) fence and walking among the fluffies.
“As part of their compensation the contractors are allowed to pick up any fluffies that they deem valuable. While finding an alicorn is extremely rare its not impossible and there are many chances of finding good color combinations that can be sold to breeders or even the odd runaway designer fluffy”
Cut to aerial shots from a drone doing some fly-bys where we see the contractors tearing valuable fluffies and foals from their families and bagging them.
NUUUU! MUMMAH!
NU TAKE BABBEHS PWEASE!
DOOMEH HOOMIN GIB FIWWY BAK! -SMASH!- REEEEEEEE!
More than a few worthless fluffies get a nasty punch or kick when they refuse to let go. As the few good fluffies get taken away the contractors leave the area of the fence. In another shot this time from the cameraman on the ground we see a huge machine, a platform with wheels and a long robot arm with two rods.
“Here is the fluffy catcher system, a development brought from the poultry industry and used to collect the fluffies within the fence as quickly as possible. Thanks to this machine, and because unlike poultry there is no interest in the welfare of the fluffies, a process that used to take hours of labor can be done in mere minutes.”
There’s a shot of the robot arm going over the fence and then dropping to the ground, the noise scaring the fluffies into moving away though a few might have been flattened under it. However as soon as the rods start spinning the flaps roughly catch them like a vacuum cleaner would, the fluffies being shot into a fast conveyor belt with wire walls on the sides that drives them to the top of a huge truck behind the machine. One pregnant mare was too fat for the opening so it got stuck in the rod mechanism.
REEEEEEEEEEE! WOWEST HUWTIES! HEWP SOON MUMMAH PWEASE!
The operator won’t even bother to stop the machine to get the dam out and simply accelerates the rods so the mare its compressed between a couple of pipes…
SREEEEEEEEEEE! NUUUUUUUU!-RIIIIIIIIIP!
…and gets ripped apart, the back going into the machine along with the foal fetuses while the other half with the torso and head still attached its shot back out falling into the fluff-pool within the fence.
Speshul fwen NUUUUU!
kaf!..nu…feew…weggies…ba-bbehs…
WUN AWAY!
The fluffies are trying to stampede but there is no space to run to and the robot arm holding the rods moves across the fence blocking the free space left by the fluffies it already took thus corralling the remaining ones.
“While in other cities these fluffies would be taken to shelters the lack of funding combined with the overpopulation means the city hall has decided these fluffies be mulched on-site. The truck parked behind and to which the conveyor belt leads has an industrial-grade shredder where all the fluffies are being thrown into alive. We were not allowed to film it due to safety concerns but we were told by a technician that around 10 fluffies are thrown into the grinder every second”
A similar shredder installed in an industrial fluffy mill
“The mulched fluffies will be used to make fertilizer and biogas, though a source told us an unnamed fluffy kibble company has offered to buy the whole lot of fluffy slush. We are told is not uncommon for fluffy food and pet food in general to contain fluffy meat, in most cases that of feral ones which are far cheaper than those from a fluffy industrial factory. Apparently there was also an offer to take some live fluffies to the local zoo as live food for the animals but the resident veterinarians were concerned about the diseases the fluffies might carry within and thus refused to take them out of concern for the ‘real animals’ there.”
Now to a view of crews in hazmat suits entering the mall while carrying some cleaning machines with them.
"After the bulk of the fluffy population has been forced out and processed it¿s now time to get rid of any stragglers to prevent fluffies from breeding and infesting the mall again, something that they could starty doing in mere days.
Cut to a view inside, two guys have entered the old toy store where the dams were nesting. There are still a few scared foals and some adults laying around. The guys just powerwash the fluffies with boiling water to kill them and also remove all the shit and dead fluffies stuck to the floor.
SCREEEEE! REEEEEEE!
WOWEST HUWTIES!
Screaming boiled fluffies and foals washed out together with chunks of dried turds and rotting pieces of dead fluffies thru the old storefronts then falling to the floors below.
“It is essential that nothing of the infestation remains, not just because fluffy carcasses can attract all kinds of other vermin but because any lingering fluffy smell could also drive new ferals into entering the mall thinking its a safe place to be thus starting a new infestation.”
