It’s been a while since the infamous Hasbio and fluffy raid incident and William’s farm have been gone through some modifications.
As starter, the incinerator.
It was builded because of the immense amount of fluffies in the farm.
Over 2000+ fluffies, only 10% were of high quality and for not wasting anymore money over unwanted shit rats, all the bad ones were turned into ashes.
Nowadays it has been reworked as a kitchen, but still does its original job whenever needed.
Then three hangars were built, one for breeding and care and the other two for dividing the good product from the bad ones.
The 1° hangar, affectionally called “The Love Lab”, is divided in three sides and kept like any animal farm house.
The first side is where all the action is taken, a funny thing that happens often is the awkward face of newly employers and occasional customers that enters there for the first time and gets immediately surrounded by “enf enf enf”, “guud feews”, moans and grunts.
The second half is for new soon mamas who still waits or for those who are close to giving birth, each pen of this section has an hidden amniotic sensor for when the soon mama is already in contraption phase, although the screams of pain are enough to attract the attention of nurses.
The third side is for newborns, their mamas and nurses, overall very spacious, cozy and clean to make the meres and foals comfortable.
While the mamas and nurses take cares of the new borns, the dads are immediately put on work to discharge all their buildup anxiety and energy.
It happened in the past that stressed stallions would go berserk and start to killing their own foals ignoring the terrified pleads of their mates.
The 2° hangar is for the “good”fluffies, it was builded like a modern daycare.
Cozy and clean, divided by rooms with the litter room, the nummies room, the play room, the teebee room, the nappie room and the garden area.
It also has a classroom where adult fluffies and some employers teach the foals on how to be good fluffies, it’s also used to identify and remove the bad ones.
The 3° hangar is for the “bad” fluffies, it is used as punishment house.
It is one single room full of sensory isolation pens.
The bad fluffy would stay in its pen for the entirety of its punishment.
No fun, no outside nor inside interaction, only green bitter mush for food and sleep on the cold floor.
The hangar was made on purpose with depressing colors and very little space to psychologically torture the fluffy making it regret anything it has done to end up there.
Usually this hangar is used in extreme cases as the bad fluffy at first eye contact it immediately begs for pardon.
Only stubborn shitrats are a permanent guests there.
Thanks to these additions, the quality of sales increased a bit.
Also the farm started to endure training seasons for both customers and their already owned fluffies.
People while playing with fluffies, would learn on how to become better owner, learn on how to be successful breeders, learn basics employers skills in case working on fluffy specialized places, and even became fluffy vets.
Among all this trainees, a young adult named Reiner was among the top students aiming to be a vet.
He already been working in William farm since 15years old.
Seeing the high difference on number between good and bad fluffies, he came up with an idea.
Hey boss, i got an idea
You know the incredible numbers of bad fluffies we have right now compared to the good ones?
Yeah
Sometime ago while returning home, i found a little fluffy inside a trashcan crying because her dadde took her legs.
I had pity on her and decided to bring her in my house.
She’s healthy and happy now, but i can still hear her at night crying for her legs and makes us both sad, i do love her.. i should probably bring her here
Go on
So i thought, we already have good vets and an operation room…
Why dont we take the bad fluffies and scavenge their body parts for the good one?
Think of it! A shitrat is too stupid or too naive to understand its current situation and will never learn its lesson and instead of wasting money on keeping them alive and/or turning on the incinerator, we dispose of them and take all the good part they still have.
You know how many good fluffies are left pillowed for a reason or another.
It’s unfair to see many good fluffies being stuck in one place and suffer their disability while theres thousands of ungrateful shit rats who destroy formature or runs away from their owners who’s only fault is to have denied a plate of sketti, they gave up a warm home and loving owner for their selfishness AND THEN cry because they miss their past life.
A rescue center i say, where we save our customers disabled fluffies or even some good feral who knows?
Hmmm, not a bad idea… not bad..
Ok, i was thinking on something like this but i thought nobody would agreed on it…
Let’s see what the others have to say, and send a survey for the costumers as well.
If we have green light, we gonna build this Rescue Center.
Aaah, fantastic boss.
And so, after 6 months of work the rescue center was done and immediately put on work.
Their first patient was Rupert, a little pegasus colt who got complete nuggetification.
Rupert first owner was an abuser who physically and psychologically tortured the poor fella and turned him into a nugget litter pal.
The new owner, an old lady, founded him crying in a trashcan and adopted him regardless his poor state.
The lil colt was a golden heart and despite his conditions, he was surprisingly positive.
I mean, how many times a fluffy gets back his life?
Hey lil one, I’m doctor Reiner.
Your moma told us that she founds you in a trashcan in this state but she adopted you anyway.. she’s a good mama isn’t she?
Yus! Mama am bestest mama dat Wupewt eba hab!
Wupewt wub mama soooo muchies!
Nu ‘now wat Wupewt wouwd without mama
Thats very sweet.
So Rupert, do you know why you hare here?
Nu… mama towd am suwpwise..
Do you want to know it?
Yus yus!
…you… are getting your body back Rupert!
-GASP- WEAWWI!?!?!?!?
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY WUPEWT AM SUUUU HAPPIII
WUPEWT WOB OU! WOB MAMA! WOB EVEWYBODI!!!
Heh.. so nice seeing you happy.
Huuu huuuu… wai Wupewt hab saddies wawa if Wupewt am happies?
Aaw its normal, its a happy cry.
Now Rupert i need you to listen to me very carefully..
Your body is very bad reduced, you need to take this pill.
Otai nice docta.. num num bleeeeeaaah!
Heheh i know, its very bitter, but it will help your body clean your inside and to accept the new body parts.
Now, the nice lady here will put you in your pen, you gonna sleep here for the night, then tomorrow morning we proceed with the operation.
Otai..
Now, before you go… whats your favorite color?
That night, the little fluffy was the happiest fluffy in the world.
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As promised, the next morning Rupert was put under irons.
Ok Rupert, are you ready?
Yus nice docta!
Fantastic, now, i dont want to sugar coat it but the initial phase is very painful.
I need you to stay strong and talk, a lot, even more than you can do and if you cant just hum a song.
Ohh uuuh.. Wupewt nu ‘now wat to say.. uuuh.. wat nice docta wan Wupewt to tawk about?
Uuuh i dont know.. why dont you tell me what you gonna do when you have your legs back or what you want to see on the tv after you got your eyes back?
Uuuuh, nice questions.. when Wupewt hab weggies back, da fiwst ting am do am to gib the biggest bestest huggies to mama an’ nice docta!
Heheeeyy That’s nice.
Eheheheh… An’ an’ an’ den wan go outise an pway wit ota fwuffies.
What about toys? Do you like balls and block?
Uuuh yuuus, Wupewt wike bwokies an’ bawws buh Wupewt pwefew stuffy fwends.
Stuffy fwens am bestest toisis eba, ou can stack an’ make it woww an’ give huggies!
Eheh.. hmmm (Marcus, go take the sleeping gas)
Wa- wat am docta doin?
Uuuh nothing, listen Rupert, i’m gonna put this mask on your mouth.
Stay calm and dont panic.. i need you to take deep and long breaths..
Uuh.. otai.. am- am ewitin otai?
Yes yeah dont worry.. anyway, you didnt told me what you want to see on tv..
Oohh yuus! Teebee! Aaw.. am bein suu many fowevas dat Wupewt eban fowgot wat teebee wooks wike..
Buh.. afta Wupewt get weggies an see pwace bac, Wupewt nu wan stay in housie… wan go outsie.. an’ an’… pway an see ota fwuffies.. an’… wan see mama… wew….. mama….. miss…. Zzzzz.
Ok, he’s sleeping.
Pain reaction.. no reaction great.
We can cut now..
Heres the body parts doctor.
Thanks Ariel!
If everything goes well, we should finish in less than 2 hours.
The operation flew flawless, it took barely 3 hours total where 2 were spent only by setting the room.
Its afternoon and Rupert has just woken up.
Uuuuhg… Wupewt nu feew pwetti…
Hello Rupert!
-gasp- nice docta!
Congratulation Rupy, your operation was a success, you have your legs back… for your eyes tho we need to wait a bit, but don’t worry it wont take long..
We cant overload your body with too much stress or you wont gonna take it right.
-Gasp- Wupewt hab weggies back!?!?
Buh… bu wai Wupewt nu can move weggies?
Aah, it seems that your body hasn’t woken up completely, but dont worry.
All you need now is a good rest and some food.
You wont be able to move for another week, just the time for your body to accept your new legs and to heal the cuts.
In the meanwhile you have to take this pill once a day every day, its sweeter than the last one but its not a candy, it will make healing faster.
Then after this week, you have to do therapy, youll need to get used to walk again and to strength the muscles.
Huuuhuuu Wupewt ams suuu happi huuuhuuu… nu no wat to sai docta..
Wupewt wob ou!
Eh, love you too buddy.
Oh and next week again, you should get your eyes back too.
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And so, Rupert was only the first of the thousand other good fluffies that will be rescued by William’s Rescue Center.
In just few months, the new center quickly gained fame attracting the attention of many owners, even those in other countries.
Anyone knew the name William.
You did it Daniel!
This rescue center idea was the best thing we could even done and its all thanks to you.
Aaaw shucks boss… you gonna make me blush..
anyway boss, we got other rescue requests but we have have finished all our shitrats.
I’ve already set an order to Entepott, i have a friend working there and i already explained our situation and needs.
and other shelters as well, we are just waiting for a response now.
What if they refuse?
Well boss, putting it straight…
They need us as much as we need them.
They have lots of fluffies that for a reason or another never gets sold, the lack of money for keeping them, the space… even getting rid of them is costly.
While, we have surprisingly no fluffies, all the good ones got sold and the bad ones are either rehabilitated or turned into organ farms, then we have the money and lots of space.
I feel they gonna hardly refuse any type of partnership contract.
Good good… what time is it?… ok… Finish your turn and go home Daniel
You sure boss? All are gone, you’ll be alone here…
Yeah… go home Danny…
Aight… wont get told it trice heheh… see ya tomorrow boss..
Its night.
William gone to for a walk around the farm.
Its been an incredible run.
He saw many things happening in his farm..
He reminds on how he started.
He was only 8 when started working there, he grew up there, married there, see many faces come and go, all his beloved animals, his plant and fruits.
Then the fluffies came in, the very thing that once destroyed his home and almost ended his life, it had also saved it.
His first unwanted herd, many fluffies have gone by now, Peach the tiny earthy that somehow manages to keep calm an entire fluffy farm…
its been a long run and now its time to rest.
William doesn’t regrets nothing, he had his fun and sad moments.
He kisses goodnight to every single fluffy in the Good Hangar.
Lots of cute fluffies already sleeping, those still awake cheered at the view of William, which he quickly tranquilized.
Then while he was going to close the hangar, Peach approached him.
Wiwwiam..
Peach, you still up?
Yus.. nu can sweep so Peach jus gu see otah fwuffies if ams otai
She was staring at the man with a preoccupied face slightly tip tapping her frontal hoofs.
Wiwwiam… am dis da wast time Peach see ou?
(Sharp as usual)
Hmmm… no Peach… no..
We wont see each other for a while but, dont worry.
Live your life Peach, be a good fluffy…
Daniel will help you too.
Don’t wait me.
Peach firmly hugged William trying to hold her sobbing, digging her nuzzle in his leg.
William picked her up and hugged her tightly, she fall asleep in his arms, so all he did was to put her in her bed and kiss her goodnight.
He goes to his room, puts on his pajama, he lay on his bed… and he goes to sleep.
hear thee
hear thee
After this story, William is gone.
From the first “(un)wanted herd” story to this one, roughly 20 years have passed.
William started as 70 years old, now he’s 90.
He passed away peacefully in his sleep.
Now
I still have other stories, anything that come before this story, is taken place in a random point of time in the past and its still called “William and his (un)wanted Herd”;
While anything that comes after, will be simply called “William’s Farm”.
So, @MEY do you think Entepott can handle a really big order?
if you want, you can even come pay a visit