“Good morning.” Tony said, his tone was somewhere between uncaring and pleasant.
“It’s afternoon,” David corrected. “Has it been busy today?”
“5 people since I opened, 8 fluffies between them.” Tony reported, “I already cleaned the rooms, and there are no upcoming appointments.”
“I was hoping for busier but 8 fluffies isn’t bad.” David stepped behind the front desk and walked to his office, he tossed his lunch bag down onto the desk.
“Oh and Carol called up a half hour ago, she wants you down in the nursery.” Tony began fiddling with his phone.
“Did she say what for?”
“No, she just said it was important.”
“Okay.” David sighed. “I’ll be back.”
David began walking down to the nursery, as he walked past every door he made sure to visually check and see that they were shut. Fluffy jailbreaks had happened a few times before, typically the instigative fluffies ran immediately to the room next door to theirs for some unauthorized ‘play time’, the last time it happened the nursery was so full David just threw away some of the less desirable foals.
“Hey Carolyn?” David called out as he entered the nursery. He looked around the room and saw that she wasn’t in there. “Must be in the exam room.”
David entered the exam room and saw Carolyn had her back to him, sitting down facing the exam table. “You said you need something.”
“David, oh my god.” Carolyn turned around and revealed a Green and white alicorn on the table. “This alicorn is so fucked.”
“He looks fine to me.” David said with a cursory glance at the alicorn.
“No, like he’s broken.” Carolyn cleared up her phrasing.
“So put him down.”
“I think we should hold onto him.”
“Shamwock nu cawe eider way.” He said, utterly defeated.
“He’s been through some serious shit.” Carolyn stood up and whispered to David, “I think we can sell him off to a breeder or top dollar to a VIA.”
“Is he in a wan die cycle?” David asked. Some of his reaccuring guests he nicknamed as V.I.A., Very Important Abusers, they liked to have the oddball fluffies.
“No, he’s just…” Carolyn looked at Shamrock, “apathetic…?”
“Why do you think a mill would buy him?” David knew Carolyn knew fluffy breeding was a crapshoot, there was almost an equal chance two green alicorns could produce a brown earthie as another green alicorn.
“Shamrock said that he was in a building where they made him give mare’s ‘special huggies’ a lot.” Carolyn out stretched her hands to add more emphasis on how many times he had been used.
“So he’s probably a golden pig?” David looked at the stallion. In the breeding community a golden pig was a fluffy of either gender that was more likely to produce favorable colors or variants. Golden pigs were controversial though, as their chances of favorable colors were still just random odds, just slightly less random.
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Should we test the theory?” David asked nervously, technically any breeding that David authorized would break the shelter law and he could lose state funding. “See what happens if we give him a mare?”
“I think we should, we could make more money off selling him to a breeder than if we sold him to a VIA.”
“Fuck it, let’s do it.” David said.
“I’ll go get a mare.” Carolyn was practically out the door when she called back, “hey Shamrock! Tell David about your life.”
David turned to the fluffy just in time for it to sigh deeply, “It aww stawted when Shamwock was bown wiff boff wingies and a hownie…”
——+——
Carolyn had just the fluffy in mind when David said yes to the breeding. A little over a month ago, someone dropped off a white mare, but that person included some paperwork with the fluffy. The previous owner said that Snowball was bred two times prior to her surrendering, each time with a feral fluffy of unknown origin. Both litters contained a random set of fluffies with no discernable pattern of probability. Carolyn only had this fluffy in mind because everytime the mare saw a human, she’d ask for a special friend to make babies with, she was absolutely addicted to the thought of children. Carolyn even had the ID, F-E-WG-717, stuck in her head because the mare asked so often.
Carolyn entered the room, not bothering to close the door behind her because of the short wall that separated the safe room from the hallway. Carolyn always made sure to enter as if she were on a stealth mission, she hated when the fluffy’s saw her, because she was never openly cruel to them.
Of course the first fluffy to spot Carolyn was in fact Snowball, who came prancing over, completely abandoning the fellow mare she was playing ball with, “Mummah! Mummah! Is mummah hewe tu take Snowbaww ‘way fow speahuw fwiend! ”
“I actually am for once.”
“WEAWWY!?” The mare stood up and began waving her hooves in the air excitedly. “SNOWBAWW GUN’ BE MUMMA!?”
All of the mares in the room snapped their attention to face Snowball. The crowd of fluffies began to encroach on her.
“Why Snowbaww get to be mummah? Angewa wan be mummah tu!”
“Dat nu am faiw! Jewwybean wan be mummah. Jewwybean wan be mummah!”
“ Dat nu faiw! Haywee wan be mummah! Haywee gib Dummeh mare sowwy hoofies!” The purple mare closest to Snowball raised her front hoof and swung it at her, the leathery pad came in contact with her and bounced off of her rear leg.
“SCREEE!” Snowball shouted at the top of her lungs, falling into her side. “NU SOWWY HOOFIES! NU NU NU!”
Before Carolyn had a moment to realize what was even occuring, several fluffies descended onto Snowball and were mercilessly kicking her into the padded floor. Carolyn quickly reached down and grabbed the mare by her scruff and man and pulled her out of the fluffy mosh pit.
“Huuu… huuu… why meanie fwiends gib Snowbaww meanie sowwy hoofies?” the mare sobbed and began to choke on her own tears. “Now mummah gib Snowbaww ba’ upsies!”
Carolyn looked Snowball over quickly, for the most part she was fine except for a bit of blood that was trickling from her nose. Carolyn was sure the mare would be sore until tomorrow and within the next 10 or 15 minutes she would develop significant bruising. Carolyn, figuring the wounds were superficial at worst, left the room with Snowball in her hands.
“Okay I’ve got one.” Carolyn said, entering the exam room.
“Snowbaww nu wan speciaw huggies nu mowe, wan weguwar huggies .”
“And Dat am how Shamwock get hewe.”
“Hey Carolyn, did you check him for a chip?” David said, he was slightly perturbed by Shamrock’s Odyssey.
“I didn’t think to…” Carolyn never thought about checking for a chip, usually any amount of scarring or trust issue meant the fluffy was dumped and forgotten and that the owner had already gone onto the state’s website and disconnected the fluffy’s chip from their contact info.
“Let me look really quick.” Carolyn set Snowball down onto the table, the fluffy immediately looked to the other fluffy.
“M-m-MUNSTAH FWUFFY!!” she exclaimed as the tears began to roll down her face once again. She slowly backed away from the alicorn, drawing closer to the edge of the table. “MUNSTAH FWUFFY GUN GIB SNOWBAWW FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!!”
David rolled his eyes at the white fluffy, he grabbed her by the mane and picked her up. “NU BA’ UPSIES! NU MEANIE MUNSTAH FWUFFY!!”
“SHADDUP DUMMEH MAWE! SHAMWOCK NU AM MUNSTAH!” He sounded as angry as a fluffy could manage.
David chuckled to himself, feeling the mare stiffen up as she was yelled at by Shamrock. David grabbed the nearby immobility board and set it down on the same table that the mare had nearly fallen off of. David held the fluffy above the board and guided each one of her legs into the respective hole. When she was fully in the board he grabbed the Velcro strap and put it over her back, it typically wasn’t required but he figured their would be some struggling when the “monster fluffy” impregnated her.
“Why WEGGIES nu wisten?? Pwease weggies! Weggies wisten tu Snowbaww an’ wun way fwom munstah fwuffy!!”
David grabbed onto Snowball’s muzzle, holding it shut. “Listen you little pissant, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to take away all of your little leggies… do you understand me?”
Snowball began to nod furiously so David removed his hand. “Pwease nu take weggies way, need weggies tu gib babbehs huggies and wub.”
“Nope no chip.” Carolyn reported.
“Figures.” David said. “Shamrock do you remember your momma’s name?”
“Shamwock nu know…” Shamrock sighed deeply, “Just wemembew dat mummah was niciest and smeww weawy pwetty.”
“Well he’s a stray technically so I feel much more comfortable putting him into stock.”
“Sorry.” Carolyn apologized, “the thought never even struck my mind, I just thought he was so weird that he was going to make us a fortune one way or another.”
“Okay, Shamrock, I need you to do us a favor.” David grabbed the mare’s immobility board and spun it around 180 degrees so that the mare was facing away from Shamrock. “I need you to give this mare some special huggies.”
“Pwease, nu.”
“nu wan speciaw huggies fwom munstah fwuffy.” Snowball said quietly to herself, knowing that this was going to happen.
“Shamrock…” David said authoritatively. He was going to get this done. “We can do this the easy way of the hard way.”
“nu wan gib speciaw huggies nu mowe…” Shamrock looked to Carolyn for assistance but found none. “Pwease…”
“Carolyn,” David looked at her. “Get the aphrodisiac.”
“nu aff-wo-dee-see-ac. Pwease nu!”
Carolyn turned around and went into one of the medicine cabinets along the wall. The aphrodisiac was only used on fluffies when the abusers wanted to give the stallions blue balls. Carolyn was about to use the aphrodisiac for its intended purpose for the first one ever in this building. Carolyn prepped a sterile syringe and filled it with a generous dose of the substance. Normally she’d only give 1 cc of the aphrodisiac, the miniscule amount was quite a lot in such a small creature, but right now she had 2 cc’s prepped.
“Pwease nice wady, pwease nu.” The alicorn began to shrink into himself as Carolyn approached him with the syringe. Carolyn, an expert at fluffy care, grabbed the alicorn by the neck with her hand and quickly jabbed the needle into the side of the Shamrock’s neck. Carolyn pushed down on the plunger slowly, “eeeep.”
Carolyn finished the dose and unhanded the fluffy who cowered away from her as if she had hit him savagely.
“Weird how he knew what an aphrodisiac was.”
“They’re quite popular at fluffy mills, helps get the breeding done faster.” Carolyn disposed of the syringe in the medical waste bin, “The faster the handmares pump out foals, the faster they can throw away the runts.”
Shamrock began to feel funny, his vision began to blur around the edges, his view sharpening closer in the center. Shamrock somehow also felt both hot and cold at the same time, chills ran down his back at the same time it felt like he was placed into an oven. Shamrock’s heart began to pound harder than he had ever heard it before, it sounded like a drum was beating in his ears. Worst of all though, Shamrock felt his no-no stick growing stiffer by the second until it reached a point where it was so stiff it hurt. When it reached that point he began bucking instinctivly.
“Looks like it’s working.”
“nuu… wan…gib… speciaw… huggies…” Shamrock struggled to string that sentence together, his mind was clouded with thoughts of all the times he had given special huggies. It was then that he noticed that the mare was facing away from him. His tunnel vision locked onto the mare’s rump, each slight flick of her tail caused his heart to palpate. “wan… bu… nu wan…”
“Come on Shamrock, don’t you want to give her special huggies?” David smirked as Shamrock took one step closer to the mare, only 7 more to go to close the gap. “She wants to get special huggies.”
Step.
“She wants to have so many babies.”
Step.
“She want’s special huggies from you, Shamrock…”
“huuu…nu wan speciaw huggies fwom munstah… huu…”
Step.
“Huu…”
Step.
“Huu…”
Step.
“Huu…”
Step.
Shamrock stood right before the mare’s butt, he leaned in close and stuck his nose right into her special place and took a deep whiff. The more he inhaled, the harder the mare struggled to try and free herself, every attempt was unsuccessful and only resulted in more tears. Shamrock’s eyes were practically glazed over. “Mawe smeww nice…”
“pwease nu bad speciaw huggies!”
“Mawe smeww pwetty.” Shamrock finally gave in and mounted her, grabbing her hips with his front hooves.
“NUUUUUU!” The mare called out, with each thrust she sobbed just a little harder, her vision slowly unfocused until all emotion was gone from her face.
“enf. Enf. Enf.” the stallion called out with each buck of his hips. “Feww nicies. Enf enf enf!”
David and Carolyn watched awkwardly as the interaction began to spill over into too much time. A usual breeding took 15 seconds maximum, but this was taking upwards of a full minute. Carolyn wondered if maybe she gave the poor stallion too much aphrodisiac, maybe it was driving his libido insane. David almost felt bad for the mare who was receiving the unspecial huggies. David was on the verge of asking Carolyn if they should do something when suddenly,
“GUD FEEWS!!” the stallion called out, he twitched for a few seconds before he collapsed on to his side, he was panting quite feverishly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and resting on the metal surface. Shamrock began to fall asleep after that, he was exhausted from those special huggies, even if he didn’t want to do it.
Snowball was sobbing, the only reason she wasn’t outright screaming and bawling was because she was afraid that her legs might run away from her. “Snowbaww hab tummeh babbehs… ba’ tummeh babbehs…”
“What did you say?” David asked, he had heard her loud and clear, he just wanted to hear her say it again before he did what he wanted to do.
“Snowbaww hab ba’ tummeh babbehs!” the mare broke down and began to cry uncontrollably. Sure she wanted to be a mother again, but she wanted to choose a special friend first, a special friend who wasn’t a monster. “Snowbaww hab ba’ tummeh babbehs cause munstah fwuffy gib ba’ speciaw huggies!!”
“Uh oh, Carolyn.” David teased. “Looks like we have a bad momma mare…”
“Nu am ba’ mummah! Snowbaww gud mummah! Snowbaww hab bad tummeh babbehs!” The mare attempted to rationalize. She tried to back away from David, but her legs were still trapped inside the immobility board.
“Carolyn I think she’s a flight risk.” David continued to tease the mare. “I think we should be cautious and take away her leggies…”
“Nu…” the mare said, shocked. “Nu take ‘way Snowbaww’s weggies! Snowbaww nee’ weggies tu gib babbehs huggies and wub! Nee’ weggies to pway and wun!”
David motioned towards the unconscious Shamrock, “I’m going to pillow Snowball, can you take Shamrock to the smarty room while I get her prepped.”
“Sure, are you sure you don’t want me to do the pillowing?” Carolyn asked, it was a fairly simple procedure, she could do it with her eyes closed, but David tended to struggle when it got to the more difficult portions. David also tended to leave stumps in lieu of Carolyn’s technique where she left no residual limb.
“I can do it.” David walked over to the cabinets and grabbed the pillowing box. “Just make sure to give Shamrock a top row cage.”
Carolyn grabbed Shamrock, he laid limply in her arms. Carolyn walked out of the room carrying the alicorn, on the way through the door she accidentally bumped his head on the door frame, which only slightly stirred him.
Carolyn brought him across the nursery to the smarty room, which was located next to the drop off room. The smarty room was completely different than all of the other safe rooms in the building. Smarties didn’t require the constant mental stimulation that the average fluff needed. Smarties could survive on just 3 things; food, water, and power over others. The smarty room was designed accordingly. The room had no free range for the smarties, each smarty was locked in their own cage. The room had a wall of cages, 6 across and 4 tall. The walls separating the cages were stainless steel, the doors to each cage were plexiglass, and the floor/ceiling was galvanized hardware cloth over metal bars. The floor of the cage allowed for the passing of bodily fluids down meaning only one litterbox per column of cages was needed. The design fulfilled the smarty’s 3rd need; power over others. Smarties above one another tended to aim their excrement at the smarty directly below them. Occasionally David or Carolyn would shuffle around the smarties making sure the particularly rude ones found their way towards the bottom.
“Here you go Shamrock.” Carolyn said as she set the fluffy down in his cage, a twang of guilt spread over her as she laid him onto the cold metal netting. Normally she could disassociate from the fluffies, but this one was getting to her.
Carolyn closed the door quietly and put a scoop of kibble through the feeder slot, it landed noisily into the plastic bowl attached to the inside of the cage.
“Smawty wan sketties!” A voice called out from the bottom row of cages in the same column as Shamrock.
“You don’t get food 554 Bradley, it’s not time for dinner.”
“Smawty nu cawe!” He yelled, puffing out his cheeks. “SMAWTY WAN SKETTIES!!!”
Bradley was always a bit of a problem fluffy. Everytime Carolyn fed him his flavorless kibble he’d scream himself hoarse for spaghetti. If Carolyn opened the cage to beat him with a sorry stick, he’d immediately turn around to try and shit on her. Everything she did also seemed to upset him in one way or another. Everytime Bradley acted badly, Carolyn move him down a cage until he ended up as a permanent resident on the bottom. He was constantly being shit and pissed on.
“Bradley, don’t make me punish you.”
“Dummeh hoomin nu can punish Smawty! Gib Smawty sketties NAOW!” he stomped his hoof against the the wire floor.
“Okay, you asked for it.” Carolyn grabbed more food, instead of the normal kibble, she grabbed the stuff out of the other container. The other container had the same generic and flavorless kibble, except a minute amount of stool softeners were mixed it. On it’s own, fluffy shit tended to be semisolid and partially runny, the tiny amount of stool softeners made the fluffy’s shit like faucets.
Carolyn gave the two fluffies above Bradley, Rudy and Icecream, a hearty scoop of the stool softener enriched kibble. Both of the smarties were wise enough not to ask for extras or complain about the bitter taste, they knew they’d risk moving towards a bottom cage if they did.
“That’s your punishment, Bradley.”
“Dummeh hoomin, no gib punishment tu Smawty, onwy gib nu sketties nummies tu Dummeh fwuffs.”
“Whatever you say pal.” Carolyn walked out of the room, closing the door harshly.
——+——
As soon as Carolyn had left the room, David busied himself preparing Snowball for her pillowing.
David bought a kit online that was an all in one set, he was the only one to use it as Carolyn preferred to use sedatives and cut the limbs off at the joint… David liked the relative simplicity of the kit. First David opened the box and took all of the tools out, setting them aside for later usage. Second, David grabbed Snowball by the scruff and put her inside of the box, he carefully slid each one of her legs into their respective holes. Third, David closed the lid to the box, feeding Snowball’s head through the hole in the lid.
“Snowbaww nu wike smaww sowwy box…” She whined. “why Snowbaww in sowwy boxie?”
“Shut up.” David tipped the box onto it’s side so that Snowball’s legs were facing him, this was step 4.
David grabbed the shears, step 5, and lined them up against the bottom of the box and around Snowball’s front right leg. With a firm squeeze of the shears, step 6 was completed as her right front leg dropped lamely to the table.
“SCREEEEE!!” Snowball began to thrash around inside of her confined space, the box working as it should as it restrained her. Her thrashing almost allowed her to pull her bloodied stump through the hole in the bottom of the box. “SCREE! WHY TAKE SNOWBAWW’S WEGGIE!! GIB BACK WEGGIE!! SCREE!!”
David ignored her please as he moved into the seventh step. He grabbed his favorite tool in the kit; the bone sculptor. It looked like a melon baller if instead of a smooth scoop, it was a metallic sand paper. David brought the bone sculptor up to Snowball’s freshly exposed bone and began to grind away at the bone to create a smoother, more rounded bone tip.
“HUU HUU! WEGGIE HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES!! WHY ‘OU GIB SNOWBAWW WOWSTEST OWIES!?”
Once David was satisfied with his handiwork he grabbed step 8, and began to apply the “instanskin”. The cream would leave a nasty scar, but it would seal up the wound very effectively. The instaskin was a bandaid and skin replacement ointment, in the short term it would cover the wound to make sure the fluffy didn’t bleed out or get an infection, in a few days her own skin cells would replace the ointment and form a new layer of fluffless skin.
“SCREEEEE! SNOWBAWW NU WIKE HUWTIES! WHY WEGGIE GON’? HUUU HUUU!”
David repeated the steps 5 through 8, 3 more times, much to the dismay and protest of Snowball. David was always amused at how fluffy’s reacted to pillowifaction, most of the time only screaming. Any other animal, if threatened with bodily harm, would’ve been biting and snarling at the threat. But fluffies just weren’t like that, they never hurt someone physically, only trying their damndest to hurt someone emotionally, and maybe shit on them.
“SNOWBAWW BE GUD!”
“MUNSTAH MEANIE! HUU HUU! NU TAKE WEGGIES!l”
“NEED WEGGIES FOW WUB AND HUGS!”
David admired his handiwork as if Snowball was a lump of clay he had just sculpted into fine pottery. Snowball continued to cry to herself from the pain, her stumps continued to wiggle uselessly, she fully expected to get up and run away.
“Careful, Snowball, all that stress isn’t good for the babies…” David lied, in reality nothing was really that bad for fluffy fetuses, anything short of poison at least.
“W-wha?” Snowball sniffled.
“All the stress is bad for the babies, they’ll be born monsters…”
“M-munstahs…?” Her lip quivered.
“Yeah, monsters, so you need to calm down and relax.”
“Huuu… Bu’ weggies am gone an’ stiww hab huwties… huuu…”
“Well they’ll stop hurting if you stop crying.”
“Snowbaww nu can stop cwying, hab wowstest huwties, nee’ huggies.”
“Huh… I have just the place for you.” David led her on, he reached under Snowball and grabbed her from under her belly, careful not to touch the stumps and cause her to piss herself from pain.
“huuu. Pwease nu upsies, jus’ huggies…” David didn’t respond to Snowball, he just carried her out of the room and into the nursery. “huu… hu… Whewe am guing?”
“I told you; your new home.” David quickly opened the door and walked into the room, he knew exactly what he was doing to spend as little time in the maternity ward as possible.
“ SHADE STIWW WAN SKETTIES!!”
“ Mowe nyu fwiends!?”
“SPAWKWE WAN GU HOME! DUMMEH TAKE SPAWKWE HOME TU MUMMAH!”
David set the pillowed Snowball down in the special harness for pillowed mothers, it was facing the room, backed up to a litter box, the only thing Snowball would be able to reach would be her food and water bowl.
“JOWENE WAN BABBEHS NAOW!! WHEN HAB BA-”
David exited the room and quickly shut the door behind him, cutting off that last demand. David rolled his eyes as he made his way back to the exam room. He hated fluffies, but there was an even worse seething rage he felt for the pregnant ones, but he never let himself abuse them, they always fetched a great amount of money for certain buyers.
----±—
Shamrock woke up a few hours after the breeding, he was struggling to think of a word for what he currently felt. There was no word in the fluffy language for the series of emotions he had. Frustrated didn’t quite work, mad wasn’t the right fit, sad wasn’t a good answer… He could break down the emotions into their separate reasons; he was frustrated because he was practically back at the mill, he was mad that he was still alive and not with his momma, he was sad that he was still in a hell, even if it was slightly different than the one he knew.
Shamrock felt proud of himself for leaving out a few key details for his new captors. Shamrock didn’t mention the days between the death of Munstah daddeh and his freedom, when he had eaten foals and another fluffy, he also did not mention the fluffies who ate part of munstah daddeh. Shamrock didn’t tell the humans about how he enjoyed his time watching over the pregnant mares. Shamrock left out the part about his many successful breedings in hope that he would be spared that torture again, but somehow the humans still knew.
“Shamrock wan die…”
