The processing hall had been a part of all Fluffmarts since the beginning.
It was intended to be a place where basic custom orders could be fulfilled before being delivered to the customer; certain temporary colors of fluff using dyes, various mane and tail styles, even additions like piercings or tattoos. The employee medical office was also located here.
However, as more and more customers ordered stranger things, and certain products became very popular, the processing floor slowly became more of a medical madhouse.
These days, it was where the specialty products where created; litter-pals, enfie-pals, pillows, milkbags, huggie-fluffs, stuffy-friends âthat could hug backâ˘â, party-foals, fluff-balloons, and all of the holiday items too.
They still did custom orders here, but most of the requests were something that was already available as part of the specialty line. Usually pillowing.
The manager didnât really like coming to this floor. The whole place had an air of dread to it from the fluffies that were brought and stored here in cages, and the on-site doctor was⌠creepy, she thought. Thankfully there was rarely ever any problems here, at least.
As she entered the floor, the condemned began to stir, pressing up against the walls of their cages, sticking their hooves through. Some wept, some begged. Many demanded to be set free- those ones would become litterpals.
She ignored them, but the mare in her arms didnât. The terror in her eyes was palpable, and she trembled in fear, little squeaks and blasts of air pushing through her clamped snout.
âDonât worry Cupcake, the docâs very good at his job. Shouldnât take him too long to make you into something usefulâŚâ
The doctor was finishing a surgery on a party foal when the manager walked in. The party foal was trying to scream through its muzzle as he cauterized its last leg-stump.
âDoctorâŚâ she greeted as he put his tools down and dumped his gloves into a bio waste bin.
âWhat do you need?â he asked, hungrily staring at Cupcake through his thick goggles. His mustache bounced with every syllable.
âThis breeder failed her training and damaged several products. Iâm gonna replace her, but sheâs still fairly young so I think sheâd make a good milkbag for the foals-in-a-can weâre gonna start selling in a few days,â
âYou need it done quickly, then?â
âPreferably now, yeah,â the manager said, placing Cupcake onto the surgery table next to the party foal. It looked up at her, its eyes pleading for hugs to stop the pain.
âAlright, give me a secondâŚâ he unstrapped the heaving party foal, and held it to the manager, âtake this over to one of the open cages while I-â
The moment the managerâs hands left Cupcake, she scrambled off the table chirping in fear, and flopped onto the floor before charging for the door, leaving a trail of urine behind her, âDUN WOWWY BABBEHS! MUMMAH COMINâ! MUMMAH COMINâ!â
âHa ha ha! She is quite lively, isnât she?â the doctor laughed, walking after her.
Cupcake reached the door as all the caged fluffies around her started pleading for her to help them. She didnât care, she just wanted to get out and get back to her own babies. She slammed hard into the door. It didnât move.
She pushed against it as hard as she could, her useless hooves sliding on the floor below, âWHY NU OPEN? PWEEZ, PWEEZ OPEN! NEEâ TU WUN BACK TU BABBEHS! PWEEEEEEEZ!â
The doctor was upon her before she realized, and moments later she was back on the surgery table- with steady hands now holding her in place. Sheâd gone quiet briefly, but now had resigned herself to the same begging as the other fluffies in the room.
âP-pweez nu huwt Cupcake, am mummah, anâ babbehs neeâ mummahâŚâ she pouted her face and caressed the doctorâs gloved hand with her hooves.
He smiled cruelly, light relfecting off of his goggles, âthere is no mercy for those who enter my domain, fool,â Cupcake shriveled back. Sheâd never been treated with such contempt- in fact terror was not even a part of her worldview, narrow though that may be for fluffies.
The manager strapped the mareâs chubby body down to the table, âright, iâve to go sort the foals she damaged, so Iâll leave this to you,â
The doctor nodded, slipping into a new pair of gloves, âiâll have her done within the next 45 minutes,â
As the manager left, the doctor pulled out the tools he was going to need, each one slicing a new piece of Cupcakeâs hope away. Her begging continued as he prepared.
âM-mistah, pweez- Cupcake am gud fwuffy weawwy⌠C-cupcake awways du wha hoomans say! Nebah ebah do bad fings! P-pwease wet gu nao?â
He ignored her.
âPweez nice mistah, Cupcake nu mean tu be bad! Pweez nu gif huwties nao? Wet Cupcake out an gif back tu babbehs?â
The doctor wrote something on a clipboard disinterestedly.
âBabbehs nee mummah Cupcake tu gwow big an stwong! Dey nee mummah to singie songies an gif huggies an miwkies an wub!â
He adjusted the surgery lamp above until it was bright enough to cause her to squint in pain.
âC-cupcake wub yu vewwy vewwy much nice mistah, wiww gib wotsa huggies if wet Cupcake back to babbehs~â she cooed at him. Humans always fell for this, right?
He looked down at her, âWell I donât love you,â he said bluntly, before securing a muzzle over her snout.
He pulled over a little cart, the tools on top jiggling. He ran his hand over them, taking his time checking that he had what he needed, âdonât worry, I wonât kill- ah, I mean, âgib yu fowebah sweepiesâ- youâll be helping lots of little foals soon instead. All we need from you is⌠a little sacrifice or two,â
He picked up an electric shaver with one hand, and held one of Cupcakeâs legs still with the other hand. He shaved it completely clean of fluff, pressing just a little too hard into her skin.
He did the same with her other legs. She moaned and whined as her fluff was removed. Nu take nice fwuff, she thought, fwuffies neeâ fwuff foâ wawm huggies anâ sweepies!
After, he moved onto her rear, and shaved all the fluff around her anus and genitals, though kept what was around her teats so future chirpy-foals who had yet to open their eyes could come to enjoy the feeling of fluff as they fed. He placed the razor back into its charger, and began strapping her now bare legs down.
He tightened the straps as hard as he possibly could, watching for the veins to expand with the pressure, and left her like that for a few minutes as he went to fill out her medical form.
Cupcake couldnât feel or move her legs from that point. She wriggled in place while her muffled whines echoed around the room. The fluffies in the cages watched this look into their futures silently, why huwt Cupcake? Am gud fwuffy! Am bestesâ mummah! Huwties am nu gud foâ fwuffies, weawwy nu-gud foâ mummahsâŚ
When the doctor returned, she started crying and screaming through her muzzle, pweez nu moâ! Pweez mistah, Cupcake am su sowwy! Pweez! she tried to say in vain.
He tugged on one of her legs, and examined it closely, âyes this is ready now,â
From the cart, he retrieved a large cleaver, and hovered it over her left legs for a moment. He watched Cupcake go through shock, then horror, dread, and despair all in the space of a few seconds. She knew what was coming.
He loved his job.
The cleaver cut cleanly through the legs with only a little effort. Cupcake screeched and screeched, desperately straining against the straps. Her breathing became heavy and labored, but she could only get so much air in through the muzzle and felt suffocated.
Her right legs took three tries, which annoyed the doctor some as he realized he had not sharpened the cleaver recently. For Cupcake, the intensity of having her legs broken and then repeatedly hacked at was not as bad as the realization that without her legs, she could not run away, or give huggies ever again⌠what would her babies do without her hugs!?
With every leg removed, she became more frenzied, her cheeks puffing up and eyes bulging out, tears streaming, chest rapidly inflating and deflating. Her tail whipped wildly as chunks of feces and streams of urine exploded out of her.
The doctor dumped the legs next to her terrified face alongside the only lightly-bloodied cleaver, âIâll have to fix your stumps now so you donât bleed to death when I take off your straps. Itâll only hurt for⌠oh, a few hours?â
He reached for the cauterizing iron, still hot from his work on the party foal. He held it aloft in the surgery lampâs light, letting Cupcake, through teary eyes, appreciate it.
Then he pressed it hard against the first stump, a small plume of smoke hissing from the wound. The pain was excruciating, and even when the iron had left her stumps, they still felt as through they were on fire.
Cupcake strained her voice box as each stump was cauterized thereafter. Her bulging eyes were red with stress, her face covered in mucus and tears. Her bowels had emptied of all waste, leaving her waste orifices stinging, and her bladder deeply tensed with effort.
âNext, my dear, comes the hardest part for you. You see- heh- I need to take your eyesâŚâ
The eyes had to be removed from milkbags to prevent them from becoming stressed at the sight of too many foals feeding, so they would last longer.
Cupcake was too busy focusing on the agony to pay attention to the doctor, even as he grasped her head to keep it steady and positioned the iron over her left eye.
There was but a moment of awareness for her as he began to plunge the iron down, but it came too late for her to prepare.
At first, there was a horrible squelching sensation as it penetrated her eyeball. Strangely, it came with no pain⌠at first. Quickly, it began to cook the fluid inside, and that was when the pain hit. She could feel it spiking back into her head, and down her spine. When she tried to close her eyelid, it only burned against the iron, causing it to reflexively close harder.
She couldnât move her head, couldnât scream- only lay and allow the doctor to finish his gruesome work.
Finally, the eye popped, and it was actually less painful than the cooking. It would have almost been a relief, if after the doctor removed the iron from the socket, he hadnât then dug a spoon-shaped tool in and pulled out the deflated remains.
The other eye came after, and its removal was just as bad. The spoon was pushed just a little too far in this time, scraping against something hard within. The agony was so intense- but under the pain though, she realized that she would never be able to look at her pretty babies ever againâŚ
The doctor switched off the iron, and placed it with the spoon and the eye-detritus into a bowl for later cleansing, then picked up a baton with a curved shape, akin to a Scimitar; it was designed specifically to match the shape of a fully-grown mareâs hip bone, to provide a clean break when used to strike. He positioned the baton above Cupcakeâs lower half, and one simple chop and a quick muffled crunching sound later, her hips were prepared for the next step.
âYouâll be pleased to hear that your sacrifice is over. Iâll be adding to you rather than removing from you now,â the doctor chided.
Next, he took up the orifice dilator from the cart, and inserted it into Cupcakeâs anus and cranked it open. With her hip bone now loose, her orifices could be further opened than normal to allow for the insertion of the rectal waste tube, which was serrated on the end that was intended to be internal. He pushed said tube in, pulled the dilator out, and the gave the tube a tug to make sure it was secured, Cupcake giving a complementary shiver of distress.
The urethral tube was much easier, simply needing to be inserted as-was.
Next came the feeding tube. He removed the muzzle from Cupcakeâs face and was immediately beset by her gravely, gurgling voice weakly mumbling various apologies and requests for an end to the pain, even something about her babies again.
He wondered if she truly meant any of it.
The teeth needed to be removed first, which the doctor did all at once by stuffing a metal brace down behind her back teeth, pushing her jaw shut and yanking the brace out with all the teeth at once.
Cupcake spluttered and spat, but was cut short by the feeding tube being forced down her throat, and her snout being tied shut around. A bio-adherent was pasted around her mouth and snout to secure the tube permanently in place. It took only 30 seconds to adhere, during which the adherent seared her skin and flesh, and after it dried, it began itching terribly. The same adherent was then pasted over her anus and genitals, ensuring that the waste tubes were completely secure.
Lastly, a growth agent had to be injected into each teat. Unfortunately for Cupcake, the good doctor only had one syringe spare- a particularly thick one, in fact. He loaded it full of the sickly green growth agent, and pumped her teats full until they looked prime to pop open. Over the course of the next few days, her teats would expand further until they were at least three times the size.
The doctor unstrapped her limbs and body and laid her on her side. She twitched and curled up as he stroked her, âwell Cupcake, your transformation is complete,â he glanced at the clock on the wall, âand in only 37 minutes, too!â
Cupcake was trapped now in her own head, feeling nothing but searing pain in every nerve contrasted with the doctorâs gentle, if cool, strokes. Her soul wept as her eyes could not.
The doctor was very pleased with his work.