Unfinished Business Part 10: New Friends?
The selection chosen by the audience was selection 5, by a significant margin.
You walked up to the valentine fluffy and picked him up by his scruff, and carried him over to your herd. Most of your fluffies were averting their eyes and some were hiding in their hooves to avoid confronting your sadistic rituals. They barely noticed when the new arrival landed on the grass with a loud thump.
“I’m keeping you but you have to be a good fluffy. Your special friend is staying too but her job will be to provide milk. You can still be with her but she is for milk first, playing and talking come second.”, you’re pretty sure you can get some of the programming into his offspring without tying it to a holiday. It may take a generation or two but it presents a nice shortcut for your purposes. Without having access to a lab and the equipment and resources with it this was the best case scenario.
“Huuuu, otay nyu daddeh. Wiww stae wight hewe…”
“Good boy, I’ll be right back.”
You walked back over to where Doppler was grooming himself and a few distressed fluffies were screaming. One of them of course being the potato-shaped creature on the ground, the valentine’s special friend. Her wounds had already scabbed over so transporting was now an option. She wasn’t screaming with the other fluffies, just crying miserably and lamenting the loss of her “weggies”. You picked her up by her sides and gingerly carried her over to her special friend.
“Speciou fwiend! Nee huggies! Weggies gon, hav wowest huwties…”
You set her down and her mate embraced her in a tight hug, savoring the sensation of being with his bestest special friend again. It’s like he forgot everything else and cooed in her fluff, maybe a coping mechanism. Or maybe these valentine fluffies need more affection to stabilize their minds. Nobody ever said heavy conditioning didn’t have side effects.
“Hey, you both need real names. I want you to forget whatever that smarty named you, furthermore you need to forget that life you lived in the herd. Fluffies are friends, not food. Children are not to be hoarded or turned into tools, you were once a foal too, remember that.”
The valentine fluffy and his mate lifted their heads and nodded. You knelt down and patted the mare gently, attempting to instill some kind of attachment.
“I’m sorry I took your legs but that’s what I needed to do to be your new daddy. Your new name is Liath.”
“Tank ou’ nyu daddeh, Wiaff wike nyu namesie. Stiww wan’ weggies back…”
Now it was the valentine’s turn. Her name was a throwaway, why waste a good name on a milkbag? Hmmmm… you needed something short so he could remember, but evocative of his appearance. On top of that you have to remember it. Well thankfully your love of ancient history never fails and someone back there should fit the bill. Lets see, Valentine’s Day, love, sex, ancient, ancient sex, ancient sex guy, AH HA!
“My pretty stallion, your name is Anser.”
“Huh? Wah namesie ou’ wan’ fwuffy too answer tu?”
“Your name is Anser. When I say Anser, I am talking to you.”
“OOOOOOHHH, su fwuffy is Ansew! Who askd fwuffy?”
“I did, I asked a question, you were the answer. So, you understand right?”
“Yus fwuffy undewstan’. Wen speciou fwiend ge’ weggies back?”
“Sorry my little man but that’s just not going to happen. They can’t come back because she ate other fluffies. Her legs are too scared to come back to her.”, the fluffy was both depressed and impressed at your immaculate logic. His special friend wouldn’t get her legs back and remain an immobile lump.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, the harsh scream rang throughout the yard and the woods behind. You turned and spotted Doppler tearing a pegasus mare’s back thighs with swipes from his razor-like claws. The noise kept going until the mare was out of breath. She defecated and the fluffy shit got a little too close to Doppler. He reacted by swiping the mare’s chest and staining her yellow coat with red blood. When she doubled over and hugged herself Doppler responded by biting and tearing away her red mane and almost relishing the fruitless efforts of the fluffy’s wings as they batted frantically with no effect.
You figured now would be a great time to grab a beer and enjoy the show about to be put on. As the streaming proceeded behind you, you entered the house and strode past your friends who were watching football.
“So I assume that horrible noise from the back yard is your shit?”, Jeff was the first to question you about the noise but I saw that Alan’s attention was on you as well.
“It’s fluffy shit but it’s my problem. Doppler’s having fun at least.“, you tried to play it as casually as possible. You didn’t really want to explain herd-institutionalized fluffy cannibalism.
“So what’s your plan anyway?”, Alan responded quickly.
“I ain’t got shit to do, no prospects, no real future, might as well try and solve the fluffy pony.”, you suppose that is the best way to explain it all.
“Well now I’m wondering what you mean exactly.”, looks like I had at least piqued Jeff’s interest.
“Selective breeding and low-scale conditioning. Oh yeah and a lot of work.”
“Sounds like rough work, good luck with that because I’m not fuckin’ with fluffies”, Jeff was a known opportunity-abuser. He didn’t seek out the vermin but if one crossed his path he had no mercy.
“Yeah that sounds like a lot of bullshit. Well I guess fluffy shit right? Hell that’s worse.”, Alan was much more neutral on the fuffies but he’s the kind of man who is content to stay in his lane and doesn’t have a drive to really expand his horizons. Honestly when it comes to fluffies you don’t blame him.
“Yo, is that why you have the Costco membership?”, Jeff refused to not take a jab at God’s gift to man on this hellscape of an Earth, wholesale vendors.
“It’s not my fault y’all don’t get that Costco is fucking sick. I have no responsibility to educate you. Remain ignorant in Plato’s cave!”
“Dude why are you so protective about Costco?”, Alan at this point was more of a moderator between Jeff and myself when the topic of my Costco membership comes up. That being said he never really understood my love for Costco.
“Man forget it, I’m grabbin a beer and watching a few fluffies get torn apart by a cat. Have fun with your football, I’m watching real entertainment.”
You snatched a High Life from the fridge and strode back outside in time to see the bloodied mess of a mare that Doppler was messing with moaning while the cat licked his paws. The other mare, a traffic cone style yellow and black colored weeping mess, was back up to the side of the house. Too stupid to run to a different place. Too desperate to think about hiding. Instead just frozen against the wall.
You cracked the beer open and took a nice sip. It’s been a long day for sure. The sun is just now coming down over the pines in the distance. At night you just assumed your herd would be fine in a big pile in the yard but now that you think about it that’s not very safe. Under the deck would be ideal but there was a disemboweled corpse of a foal under there so that would need addressing. You set down the beer and grabbed a plastic bag out of the many that you keep in your truck cab. You never know when you need them. Sliding under the deck, you saw the mangled body of what was once a fluffy foal, old enough to speak but not strong enough to fight your feline companion. You performed the classic plastic bag trick used on dog poop, using the bag as a glove to get a good grip and then inverting the bag over the entire body. You shimmied back out into the yard and dropped the bag into the trash can.
As you were going back to pick up your beer and put the dying mare out of her misery you heard some desperate chirping and peeping and you remembered the foals you saved. What to do, what to do…