Little Greeny wasn’t sure how long he had slept, it came in fits and spurts between the loud strange machines and the screams. The non stop screams of fluffies kept waking him till the rumbling in his tummy became so bad he couldn’t take it any more and set out to find something to eat. Trying to follow his nose while staying hidden behind the machines the smell off boo-boo juice and fear overpowered everything else. Dragging a small half empty box of small white puffy bits of nummies behind the machines it scarfed down as much as he could, they were salty and bland but filled his tummy but now was very thirsty. Peeking around each machine before moving behind the next one and every one in awhile he would see something truly terrifying. The sudden screaming of a fluffy trapped in the machine he was hiding behind was nearly drowned out by the buzzing and ringing it made. Then the boo-boo juices of the poor fluffy spilled out from behind the machine’s drain and all over him, the red tide drained into the long grate that ran along the floor walls. Shaking himself off as he fearfully ran away only to trip over a power cord smacking the side of his face on the hard stone floor. Curling into a ball he sniffled trying to keep quiet he rubbed his cheek and heard a familiar scream. In the center of this big scary room a large group of humans stood around a small pen with something inside that he couldn’t make out clearly but he was sure it was his brother Bluey. He could see splotches of blue fluff between their legs running from a something, a very large something with yellow fluff that yelled with the most gut wrenching shriek he ever heard.
-ENNNNNFFFFFEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!! NNOWWWWWWWWW!!! RRRREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!-
-Nu! NU! Nu am mawe! Pwease nice mistuhs save Bwuey fwom munstah fwuffy! Hu hu HUUU! Nu wan bad huggies fwum mustah fwuffeeeeeeee! Nu wet gu! NUUUUUU!! SCREEEEEEE!!-
-WAN GOOD FEEEEWWWWWSSS!! ENF! ENF! ENF!-
-SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! POOPIE PWACE HAF WOSTEST HEWTIES EVA! PEEP PEEP PEEP!!! SCREEEEE!!-
“One minute fifteen seconds! Winners come collect your money! Hey don’t let Roidrage finish! We need to keep him blue balled for the next round.”
-NU! NU! DIDN’T GIT GOOD FEEWS! WET GOOOOOOO!! REEEEEEEEEE!!-
A huge two foot tall shower of sparks erupted from the center of the pen lighting up the entire area as a man lifted a humongous yellow and orange maned unicorn out of the pen, the sparks coming from his horn. Roidrage kept kicking and screaming shooting sparks everywhere until he was stuffed back inside his carrier that now rocked and swayed slightly from his constant thrashing about.
“Alright everyone next round is in five minutes while we give Roidrage time to stew and get a new contestant.”
Greeny saw a human walk away from the pen holding Bluey by the scruff, who didn’t move much besides to weep and peep like a foal. Some of his poopie place dangled out from his backside, dribbling blood and poopies with every sway of the human’s arm back to the holding pens. Doing his best to stay out of sight he failed miserably as his bright green fluff stood out like a beacon in the shadows between the machines and he was spotted.
“Hey! How’d th’hell you get out?” A human in coveralls shouted reaching in between the machines.
Greeny’s chubby yet tiny body fit easily between the machines while the human after him struggled to get his arm in, stopped by their chest. The second he rounded the corner the human was up and trying to head him off on the other side and was still too big to fit and reach. Following him to the next again the human shouted to their co-workers about the “loose game piece” behind the machines and more came to try and move the machines out of the way. Little Greeny was scrambling for a place to hide any place to hide, then he spotted an open door from the back of one of the machines with a rope doorknob threaded through it. when the machine he was behind started to slide away make loud grinding shrieks spurred him forward to the door and climbed inside pulling the door shut and holding it closed. He held on to the rope for all his worth biting down so hard his teeth started to hurt even as the machine he was in start to shake and move.
“I swear he was back here you saw em too! Where’d the fuck he go?”
“Well keep looking, its a fluffy. How far can it go?”
“Help me shove this back in place.”
The machine shook and lurched forward knocking Greeny forward and out the door face first onto the grated floor hard enough to nearly knock himself out. The grinding roar of metal from the machine next to him getting shoved back into place woke him back up and he got back up slowly on wobbly legs and staggered back inside the machine. Pulling the door shut he huddled down under the mess of moving parts trying not to get his fluff caught in it but sometimes a few strands ripped out, but he stayed put and quiet. After what seemed like to him far too many forevers the machine finally stopped and went dark, the music had stopped as well then the lights. Then and only then did his body finally relax, sinking into exhaustion driven sleep that brought no comfort with fitful nightmares. Waking with a start in the pitch black, his tummy hurt so bad and he desperately needed something to drink. Butting his head against the door to the dimly lit room, weakly wandering back to the room with the soon-mummahs, if only just to see his own mummah one last time. But she wasn’t up on the table this time and he was starting to think his little heart couldn’t take any more hurties he heard a number of weeping mares from the far end of the room. And there she was, strapped to the wall between a bunch of others with strange round things with tubes on the back stuck to their milky places and he ran up to hug her. The young stallion had woken his mummah giving out a startled but brief scream but the scent of her frightened son calmed her ever so slightly. between their tear soaked, ugly crying garbled banter Greeny tried to pull the straps holding her free but only managed to accidentally knock the strange things off her milky places. The sweet sweet smell of fresh, warm, sweet, creamy milkies dripping from the things and his mummah reminded him just how much his tummy hurt. The only thing he could taste was salt and his own boo-boo juice from his bleeding gums and he couldn’t take it any more. Hunching down he started lapping up the milkies from the dirty floor till the small puddle had vanished then he poked his face into one of the strange things he pulled off his mother. The clear cup shaped thing suddenly latched onto his snout and started to suck the breath out of his chest. He kicked and bucked trying to scream as paw the thing off hiss face growing more desperate by the second he tried to run away from it but the line it was attached to was only so long. The line snapped taunt jerking his head around as it snapped free from the back of the cup and he was able to pry it free at last gasping and wheezing for air, coughing and crying. For the longest time he just laid there trying to catch his breath when his tummy reminded him again he needed more and his gaze turned back to his mummah. Licking his lips which felt cracked and chapped, he couldn’t take the hurties in his tummy anymore, returning to her he crouched down and started to suckle at her teat.
-Nuuuuu! Gweeny nu steaw miwkies too! hu hu huuu… Miwkies am fow widdew bwuddahs an sissies. Pwease nu take miwkies!-
Greeny ignored his mummah’s pleas as best he could, already feeling so much guilt as is from what he was doing but he drank both side dry but still wasn’t full. Both milky places may have made enough for a litter of foals but to a grown fluffy it was barely enough to quench his thirst and hunger. Pulling the strange things off the neighboring mare he drank her dry as well, plopping down on his backside with a loud burp. Now he was starting to feel sleepy again but he knew enough to know he couldn’t do it here, the munstah humans would be back when the bright time came so he started back to his hiding place. As he passed the open doorway to the holding pens he paused for a moment and thought about his brother Blue and couldn’t help but wander in to see if he was still alive.
-Bwudda? Bwue? Am Bwue otay?- Trying to keep his voice down.
In the dimly lit room near the fence several fluffies laid in a separate pile from the rest all still wet from their daily hosing down was his brother Blue, the fluffies he slept with were all victims of Roidrage.
-Bwue! Bwue! wakies uppies Bwue! Need to wun way fwom bad pwace!-
Blue stirred between tired sobs having never fallen asleep from the pain he felt, he slowly rolled onto his tummy and crawled to the fence dragging his limp backside. Blue pressed a hoof to the fence trying to climb up and stand but his back leggies just wouldn’t move, he lifted himself up again and yelped in pain fallling back down sobbing.
-hu hu huuuuu… weggies haf too many owwies an nuwowk… owwieheheeheeeeess …sniff!.. Bwudda save Bwue…Pwease?-
Outside the room the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, lights flickered on and started to flood in through the doorway. Panic stricken, Greeny ran for the doorway and behind the nearest machine right next to it and kept going until he was back inside the machine he had hidden in before. Pulling the door shut he held the rope in his teeth then nestled down by it trying to keep quiet as possible as footsteps outside moved by.
“The fuck happened in here?!” Shouted Jimmie entering the soon-mummah room.
