On one of many busy streets there were always clash between different rivals, Cafes, Hotels, Convenience store’s, Restaurants, Competition makes the progress. Am i right?
But what about competition between fluffy shelters? As far as i know, nothing really because there can be many shelters but they don’t really interact like rivals with eachother so most shelters can exist as along their manager is willing to work on them.
We will explore one of these in X city
Its located on x street and can be identified by a big sign with name “All box fluffy shelter”, around the entrance are a distinct green bench, which was custom made by order of the manager of said shelter.
“Sigh I wanna go home already” said almost pale like death, brunette worker at this shelter, and she sat down on a bench i mentioned earlier
smoked a joint, dressed in some kind of cleaning apron which covers the white Tee underneath with black jogger pants and totally legit nike air jordans in white and black colouration
Oh and she had a ordinary badge that said: “Hi my name is Evelyn!”
Today is hard shift, one the of workers taken a time off so she will be in charge of everything for seven or eight hours, all alone without anyone to talk with expect fluffies.
Sound of shoes making contact with a concrete, one is light while other is heavier
Evelyn quickly extinguished and thrown away her half smoked joint in nearby can.
“Um. sorry ma’am do you know where is … All box fluffy shelter” said the father with a son, not knowing that shelter sits right here.
“You need a fluffy for your son?”
“Yes”
“Okay come in then, i will show you everything”
The sound of a door opening, alerted every other fluffy who were fortunate enough to be a close radius with a exit.
“Miss ewewyn! fwuffy wan pway” said one energetic weanling fluffy outta the bunch of his siblings in corresponding pen.
“Maybe later? I need to help nyu daddeh to find fluffy for him” said evelyn while father was dumbfounded.
“Why do they talk like that” said father while his gaze was switching from one to other pens filled with almost the same but not quite mix of horse and chubby dog animal in every color of rainbow.
“To look cute for anyone who would buy them, it’s advertised as kids toy after all” said evelyn, approaching the cashier counter.
Evelyn ask which fluffy do they want, but father doesn’t know a thing about them so they all just awkwardly stare at each other for a minute or two
With a passing seconds Evelyn face expression hinted that she was not used to customers who don’t know a thing so they just stared at eachother before she started breaking it down to Mark’s father, which he was surprisingly interested in.
“Okay, picking a fluffy can be a bit tricky so we’ll start simple”
“Which gender do you want? Stallion is a boy while Mare is a girl”
“Mark come here” said mark’s father while he was playing with one of fluffys
“One second dad! I’ll take you home if my dad would allow me”
“Nu wowwy fwend, fwuffy wiww awways wait fo’ ou’”
Finally mark has came to the counter and now Evelyn is asking him questions.
“Which one do you want?”
“Can i … get that fluffy” mark pointed at the fluffy he made a bound with, Yellow coat with small orange mane, meant that he’s a already weaned and can eat solids.
“Hai miss ewewyn!” Said fluffy evelyn known, as she was one who helped him and his cluster of a family to wean.
“Okay, adoption fee will be 20 dollars, cash or card sir?” Said evelyn while looking at the happy mark and his fluffy that he named…
“Your name will be … Peach ball”
“Peach baww?, fwuffy am su happy, bestesh bwight time evabah!”
Mark from his happy ecstasy almost choked peach ball which father noticed and scolded him for “treating him like a toy”
He was right, people who would interact with fluffies, thought of them as mere toys, good example would be the abusers, which used them as stress reliever toys and sadism driven power trips while others who didn’t share the same opinion, they were called hugboxers who thought of them as an animal beings not different from others animals that people encounter.
“So cash or card sir?”
“I’ll pay with cash”
Father reached for his pockets to find his wallet, which looked old and worn, father hastily collects small change nervously.
“Umm… Aha here it is”
"Thank you sir for your adoption, come again if your son fluffy feels lonely.
“I will, thank you for making my son happy!”
With another satisfied customer, door opened with slight squeak, that door needs lubricant every 6 months or so but cheapskate boss of evelyn’s says “its a relic that i can safely sell and never work in my life after i retire”
evelyn with a long huff, checks every fluffy within the pens and cages, good thing no fluffy needs to get thrown into the incinerator, all of adult fluffies in shelter are way too heavy than normal ferals or hell even some of the home fluffies don’t eat as much as those in the shelter.
Finally peace and second smoke break.
While rummaging through pockets to find her lighter, surprise it was empty, emptier than fluffy’s head.
Uninteresting episode of commuting to the nearby convenience store as fast she could in hopes all residents in shelter won’t freak out and destroy everything within their range.
Fluffies, god bless didn’t rampage, only whining and frolicking could be heard, about “nu faiw! wan wun and pway with otha’ fwuffies” like she was meanie and kept them locked away from outer world, nevertheless they would forget every compliance if treat they want would be given to them.
Universally it would be some candy or spaghetti which they name sketties. But Stallions could be not satisfied with only spaghetti, because they want something other.
Normally the urge to mate is rewarded by those breeders which want to earn bucks selling children of said pairs with most desirable neon eye burner colors or those which are pleasant to the eyes.
what they do is either force the fluffies to mate (in most cases) or if they are willing to mate (stallions love those opportunities but mare is not)
Shelter is meant to give fluffies a home to live, no matter how they live at their new home, maybe getting sold to abuser is a nightmare but only if you are the one who gets abused, someone will buy a stallion to bully or do something else to other fluffy which is a victim of abuse not only of their owner but their surroundings and fluffy society.
Stallions having a urge to “spread genes” while they are still in a shelter is highly prohibited, the strain one pair could give to the workers who would need to spend extra time to work and not stare into the wall with most blank face expression, questioning why did they chose to work with fluffies.
“Okay just thinking about work, stresses me up”
“I gotta relax” mumbles eve while lighting a cig
3 puffs in and feeling of someone behind her made shivers go down her spine, building courage to turn back and she sees …
A weed dealer with a funky afro
“Yo girl want some to relax?” Said the guy with funky afro and a really forced accent.
She was speechless, first of all some guy sneak up on her and waited till she turned around, second of all selling weed in plain sight? Not even in the alley? He’s gotta be a cop, especially with that accent .
While she was trying to focus on him, she noticed some strange blacked out ford ranger with 2 guys deadshot gaze staring at them from distance
“So? You want some or no?” Said funky afro guy while his hand repositioned to slightly above his pocket to quickly grab the stuff and then dip
“Sigh are you a cop?”
“Umm… No”
“There’s 2 guys in blacked out ford ranger, intensely eyeing me an’ you, that’s gotta be suspicious,”
There were really two guys in blacked out ford ranger directly placed at road, head first to them.
“Good day then citizen” accent changed to natural
“Yeah … Fuck you too scum”
Smoke break ends, work can’t wait.
Eve leaning on a counter and lazily spectate’s fluffies every now and then.
One mare being legit too stoopid, forgot where she placed one of her babies, and now nervously and rude at same time, tries to wake her friend and shouts:
“MUMMAH WOST BABBEH! NU CAN FIND BABBEH! WOSTEST MUMMAH NU CAN BE A GUD MUMMAH!”
Everyone around her tries to help her any way they can by searching where she put her offspring last time.
While i kid you not, her stallion half asleep and shows that one of her babies was sleeping with him
“Wosie ou’ am tu newvous, ou’ an’ Dovi nee tu sweepies”
“Sowwy speshuw fwend”
“It am otay jus’ dun shauties next time, otay?”
“Yus”
“Wow, maybe they aren’t that hal-” said evelyn while someone interrupted her end credits monologue line
“Ugh…what is it?” While trying to find the source of a shout
“Miss ewewyn! fluffy am scawdies” the source was at a pen with just one mare and her 4 foals
“Nu shauties babbeh, otha babbehs nee’ sweepies”
“Buh…buh… MUNSTA!!! HUHUHUHU” while pissing and shitting himself hard with putrid smell of shit that can wither any group of plants.
“Mummah? Wat happened” said the problem, alicorn with pale teal colored coat.
Eve approached the pen with paper towels cleaned the putrid shit and foals ass and scolded his scaredy cat act.
“Seriously, aren’t you said that you like every fluffy?”
“Nu wike scawy munstah fwuffy!”
“Babbeh stahp bein’ a meanie tu teaw babbeh”
“Tat babbeh am nu sistah, twicky munstah!”
Eve tired of it, grabs the foal pinches his muzzle
“Now look at me” foal unwillingly tries to look but feels ashamed of his actions.
“Do you want others to be meanie’s to you?”
“Nu wan tu be meanie tu sistah” small tear escapes his eye
“Then what are you gonna do?”
“Apowogize tu sistah”
“Now go” foal was descended to his pen
“You know what to do” said eve while going to her counter and watching from a far.
Yea typical “i was wrong about you” apology and happy end.
What’s more important, shift ends in two minutes and then freedom.
Sound of door open and familiar figure pops up in the doorway,
“Still stuck in that phone” said the boss of eve’s, while holding some book or sort
“Yea, and what’s that book? Ancient magic to summon gold!” She lets a small laugh
“Oh no, much greater”
“Ancient magic to summon monk-”
“Can you let me finish! Such a insufferable girl you are!”
“Oh shut up boss, you are not my father to say that”
“Yea im not but he is 6 fe-”
“Shut the fuck up” loud thud because eve in hasty manner beat her fist on a counter and she heading directly to the exit.
“And don’t you ever disrespect my father like that” and a small fist bump to the neck
“Yea yea shoo away faster” while the man was rumbling his hand up and down.
“Foolish girl like any other youngsters” rolls his eyes slowly
“Now who want to play?” Changes position like he expecting a hug
“Fwuffies wan pway” all fluffies shouted and looked at him
“Let’s go then”
The end.
Btw if the writing has flaws then let me know them in a comments