Breeders: Mini Fluff

Breeders: Mini Fluff

	A tall dark haired woman leans back in her chair as she reads a magazine.  The pages of Fluffizeen are chocked with amusing tales, touching stories, and silly fluffies.  It's as tame as a fluffy text can be, but she's not reading for the stories.  Near the back Fluffizeen publishes popular fluffy types, names, breeds, etc.  Combining this with her knowledge of seasonal sales and trends Jeane is able to breed a stock of foals for sale before the demand arrives.

	Her office is a small room with three desks.  One large desk sits by the window and two smaller tables line the nearby walls.  Her oldest employees, Rex and Trish, are filling out detailed breed and linage.  The small window on the opposite wall shows the play room.  Older foals all happily waddle around enclosed pens and nap in pet carriers which line the back wall.  Her newest employee Lou has proven to be less adept at training and breeding than she hoped, but he makes an excellent floor man.  Thieves and abusers haven't damaged any product for the last month.  Several times Lou has literally thrown people out.  But, he's also like a father for the older foals which he manages.  Rotating them between napping and playing he's busy keeping the playing fluffies happy.  And, happy fluffies sell better.

	Unlike the happy fillies and colts on the first floor the office has a door leading into the basement.  Several rooms contain a breeding pen, processing tables, and several storage areas.  One other employee works below.  He is scary looking and his ebony hair hangs down over his face, but he's really gentle and quiet.  He is currently feeding and cleaning the many racks of stationary breeding fluffies.  Were it not for his constant vigil below many mares would suffer from infections and disease.

	Back in the office Jeane throws her magazine aside, no useful information could be found.  Not surprising though, they tend to try and leave out sales to abusers.  Some of her best clients.  She sits forward and coughs to grab her two employees attention.

"Okay guys, our sales are down and it's the peak of summer.  Fluffies are out of season for most people and we need something new.  Any ideas?"

Trish chimes in first, "What about making fluffies with thinner fluff?  You know, for heat control?"

Rex shakes his head, "That won't work. Fluffies don't have very good internal body regulation.  No fluff and they'll suffer burns or colds from room temperature in a house.  What about alicorns?"

Jeane responds quickly, "Alicorns have been out of fashion for over a year. It'll be Christmas at least before they're 'in' again.  What else?"

	For nearly an hour the three debate and weigh options.  Regular fluffies just aren't selling right now, they need some hook to boost sales.  Then a rare visit from the basement walks into the office.

"Hey boss, I'm going for lunch..."

	Jeane nods still deep in though, but as he is about to walk through the door she stops him.

"Ronald, you have any ideas for a new fluffy that will sell?"

	He pauses, only his mouth visible it looks like he's flabbergasted.

"Uh, well I've noticed some foals that remain permanently small... Maybe if we could keep them alive and breed them they'd sell..."

	And so it began.  With Ron leading the project Rex and Trish bred runts, fluffies that were abnormally small, and the only surviving "mini" stallion.  The initial breeding was hard, especially with the undersized stallions.  Their peeny couldn't even reach through fluff let alone copulate with the mares.  Manual insemination had to be performed.  A task Trish revolted, but Rex took in stride.  After collecting some semen with a pump from the squirming crying fluffy it was injected with a small plastic pipette into the mares.  They barely felt anything and some even slept through the procedure.  The stallions were less than thrilled they couldn't have the "good feel" and were given a tiny portion of spaghetti each for their troubles.

	After two weeks the small mares were nearly ready to pop.  One actually swelled twice her size and died as the womb burst inside her.  The tiny mare was unable to bear the full sized foals.  The others suffered similar complications.  The already small mares were nearly double their original size, but after a long and painful delivery nearly half a dozen "mini" fluffies have been retrieved.  Only two weeks later the foals grew into tiny fluffies.  And, in another month the breed had been isolated.  Now a breeding population of tiny fluffies the size of large foals inhabits two plastic containers.  The cages were too big and the tiny legs were easily broken in the bars.  With two dozen mares and half a dozen stallions the team began to breed a sales stock.

	Now similarly sized the stallions had no problem giving hugs to strangely quiet mares.  After they're satisfied the fluffy fathers wander around speaking only single word sentences about hunger and hugs.  And, in only a week the foals are born. But, something is wrong.  They're all albino.

	Well they're all pure white with solid black iris.  And they're... smaller.  Even smaller than their foal sized parents.  After only four days they've stopped growing.  Somehow a stallion got into the mare pen and after a week nearly a hundred tiny golf ball sized fluffies wandered around their pen.  Some strange behavior has been noticed as well. Their tails and manes have shrunken as have their legs.  They more or less scoot themselves along the plastic container.  Also, the adults seem to eat their children fairly regularly.  Jeane is unimpressed.

"Ron, we're supposed to have colorful happy foal sized fluffies. These... things... they aren't even sentient."

"Bu, but boss... they still talk see?"

	Randomly selecting a puff ball it screams and flails its legs.  Randomly shouting "Nuu" inbetween the squeaking. Then Jeane flicks the fluffy ball eliciting a shrill scream.  Its legs were all shattered and blood trickles from the mouth.

"Ron, these things are so fragile I couldn't sell them to a happy family or abusers. What are we going to do with them?"

"I... well... they make good pet food?  And, if they're in a terrarium you can feed them like goldfish! We could sell the accessories!"

	Eying a large ball swallow a smaller sphere whole Jeane breathes a deep sigh.  And gives Ron the approval to continue breeding, not that he could stop them at this point.  The stallions and mares are so mixed up and reproduce so fast they're practically inseparable.  After a week of preparation the "mini fluffs" are put on sale.  Goldfish tanks are lined with tiny pellets and a food dish is placed next to a hamster bottle.  They're too dumb to use the litter box, or even play with one another.  The whole appeal is how adorable they are.  And, at first they sell well.  For nearly a month the sales of minifluff and their accessories fly off the shelves.  But, like any fad the sales fall off.  Soon only a handful of enthusiasts keep purchasing new breeding stock by the handful.

	Now kept in the special fluffy room the plastic bin holds hundreds of the renamed cotton fluffs.  Consuming, shitting, and fucking one another as they wander aimlessly.  Only pet stores buy the tiny fluffies for predator food.  Ron returns to his vigil in the basement occasionally tickling his creations. Only to have them crushed under the gentle pressure.

"Fucking fluffy ponies."