Fluffy Alicorn Breeder, Part 2

Fluffy Alicorn Breeder, Part 2

>Another week of working with mouth-breathing one-eyed fucktards. Gotta love the general public.
>How many times do you have to tell those idiots that, no, the DVD Holder is not a Cup Holder.
>No, the computer towers will blow up if they cover up the air-holes and vents.
>There is no such thing as a Water-Proof Lap-Top.
>FFS.
>Still, it’s the weekend. Time to sell some more Alicorns.
>Bob and Jay are already hard at work, getting the latest batch of foals to ‘perform’ for the customers.
>Foals are taught to levitate pieces of fruit to each other with their TK, really the limits of their ability, and to stand on their hind legs and ‘dance’.
>Well, stumble, but it’s cute stumbling.
>Only a few customers, but hell, it’s Saturday morning. If people aren’t working, they’re asleep or trying to be.
>Time to go to the 4th Shed.
>Crap, you hate this part.....
>.............
>Mares sniffle and sob as you come in, hugging each other as they try to make sense of their Foals being taken away, totally miserable in their pen, the walls padded and any sharp-edged objects removed so they can’t hurt themselves.
>Learned the hard way that a Mare who has ‘lost’ her Foals, especially an Alicorn Mare, can get pretty damn depressed. Suicidal almost.
>Nearly lost your original Mares when they learned their babies would always be taken away, and they tried to kill themselves by pushing their necks into the sharp edges of the collapsed walls of the pens.
>The Alicorn Mares have got every soft, fluffy toy you could lay your hands on, but they still pine. They get to watch funny children’s cartoons all day long, but still they refuse to eat.
>”Foals are going to good homes, where they will be loved and cared for, given the best food every day, played with all the time. Isn’t that a good thing?” You always asked the Mares, trying to explain it to them.
>”B-buh dey OWR baybehs! We nu wan them to gu! We miss dem aweady! Bwing dem back, pwease, we wuv dem, nu wan dem gu!” The Mares would always sob, clinging to your legs and begging, crying their little hearts out.
>Four sets of eyes turn to focus on you, full of tears.
>”B-baybehs?” Silver-Grey whimpers, her voice hopeful.
>”No. Babies have gone to new homes, where they will be loved.” You reply, and sigh as this brings forth a new round of tears and sobbing.
>For five years you’ve bred Alicorns. Five years of learning all the intricacies and stupidities of the breed.
>The Mares get knocked up, have a month long pregnancy, a month to raise their foals, and a two week ‘grace’ period to recover from the trauma of losing their babies before the whole cycle starts over again.
>Every time, you hope the Mares will get over the loss, and you won’t have to reset them. Every time they refuse, becoming so depressed and distressed that they refuse to eat at all towards the end of the first week.
>It’s cruel to them, traumatic to you ... and you have a sinking suspicion that they’re actually getting dumber every time you reset them.
>”Pwease, hoomin, gif baybehs back!” “Wan mah wittle ones! I miss dem!” “It n-n-nu fair, I wuv baybehs, why nu baybehs?”
>Silver-Grey is looking at you, heartbroken, clutching a toy bunny to her chest and stroking it.
>”Nu, baybeh, nu cwy, Hoomin nu take yuu.” She whispers, never taking her eyes off you.
>Oh holy shit. She’s so traumatized she thinks the doll is a Foal.
>Hhhhhhhhh .... Shock Time.
>”Alright ... I will take you to your Foals ... but first, you all need to do something for me.” You say loudly, moving to the wall and pulling out 4 sets of alligator clips.
>Jesus H Christ, but you hate this part.
>All the Mares immediately perk up and shuffle over. Silver-Grey clamps the stuffed bunny doll by the ‘scruff’ of its neck.
>Oh, that’s going to be a problem.
>Mares are let out and told to sit on the cold concrete blocks, and that you have to do something so that they can see their foals again.
>Silver-Grey only reluctantly lets go of her bunny-doll, after you promise her you won’t take it away, you just need her to not hold it for just a second.
>Mares are told to be brave as the alligator clips are attached to the sides of their heads, pinching their skin painfully.
>”You’ll see your Foals again ... soon.” You say, looking at your wrist watch and then ... flip the switch.
>Close your eyes and count.
> 1,000 2,000 3,000 4,000......
>”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The Mares scream, and in your mind’s eye you see them as you saw the first batch of Mares you tried the electro-shock reset method on, writhing, dancing on the spot, sparks shooting out of their horns, between their teeth, legs thrashing, wings flapping wildly, their eyes rolling in their sockets.
> 7,000 8,000 9,000 10,000!
>Flick the switch off and try not to gag on the scent of melted Fluff.
>All the fluff around the alligator clips has melted into an ugly looking black gunk, and the Fluffies have fallen off the concrete blocks, convulsing and making high-pitching whimpering noises, their eyes wide and unseeing.
>Bob watched once and was violently ill. Jay damn near quit the job on the spot. The next batch, you let them see the Mares pine and waste away without their Foals, so the employees could understand.
>They still hate it, though.
>You hate it too, but there’s no other option. Tried everything else, but the damn Alicorns are just too damn smart to forget like a Fluffy Pony would.
>Gather up the Mares in your arms, tenderly, and go and place them back in their pen and sit with them.
>Everyone gets their favourite stuffed animal placed next to them, and you’ll be there when they wake up in a few minutes.
>Turn to stare at the black glass eyes of the stuffed Rabbit doll, sitting on the floor, staring into the pen.
>”And you can shut the fuck up.” You mutter as you glare at the Rabbit doll, patting the Silver-Grey Mare as she twitches and squirms in the feverish nightmares that the Resetting treatment always gives the Alicorn Mares.


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>Sometime later, the Mares are shuffling around, hopelessly confused, but at least they aren’t talking about Foals.
>”Who yuu?” “Where dis?” “Haf Nummies now?” “Wan pway!”
>They ran around some, levitated and hugged some toys, you explained you were ‘Man who Gives Food and Toys’ and played with them a little bit.
>They were overjoyed to be played with. It was like you were the only ray of sunshine in their lives.
>And ten minutes ago, they were just about ready to open a vein....
>Keep a smile on your face until you leave the shed, close the door...and then lean on it heavily.
>Bob’s there, waiting for you, an unhappy look on his broad, hairless face.
>”Bob ... would you mind cooking them some spaghetti? They deserve it.” You ask softly.
>Bob nods, pats you on the shoulder, and stomps away to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
>Time to go check on your ‘side project’.
>Fluffy Alicorns sell well, you rarely have to put a Foal down, but there are times where demand outstrips your Mares capacity to produce Foals.
>Too expensive and draining to take care of more Alicorn Mares.
>And there are plenty of Ferals around....the last time they got onto your property, tried to kill your last batch of Foals.
>Beat the hell out of the Herd with a broom till they ran away, and you ended up with five Mares who had gotten knocked over and left behind.
>Nabbed them, gave them a zap with your Taser to keep the stunned until you and Bob could grab some cages and decided to test out a theory that maybe, just maybe, Fluffy Ponies could be taught to co-habitate with Alicorns, maybe even have Foals together.
>That was close to three weeks ago, and you’re just about to pull your hair out. They’re stubborn little bastards, Fluffy Ponies, especially when you’re restraining yourself from some of the more ‘inventive’ techniques the Fluffy Pony Breeders suggest for discipline.
>Torturing animals has never been, and never will be, something you will be willing to do. There is no amount of money worth you not being able to sleep at night.
>Shed closest to your House holds the ‘Side Project’. It’s in your back-yard, to add a further fence between your business and the ‘Side Project’, just in case of an escapee. Fluffy Ponies might not be the fastest thing on the planet, but the Ferals do possess a relentless stubborn attitude.
>This week you’re going to try Black and White, two of your better Alicorn Studs, and hopefully there will be some success this time around.
>Fluffy Ponies actively reject Alicorns for some reason, either because the Alicorns are bigger and have both a Horn and Wings, or because of outright natural aggression to a ‘rival’.
>Five Fluffy Pony Mares babbling in their cages, watching the TV eagerly as you walk in. You’ve tried to make them ‘comfortable’, but between them beating the hell out of each other after every ‘session’ and then trying to lay an ambush on your Studs, they quickly ended up in wire mesh cages just barely big enough for them to turn around in, and exactly five fluffy paces long from end to door.
>They all blow raspberries at you, two of them trying to turn around in their cages to turn their asses at you.
>If they’re trying the old ‘Shower the Monster with Shit’ tactic or they’re just trying to moon you, you don’t know. Thankfully they’re too uncoordinated to turn around well, so at best they wedge themselves into the wire walls at uncomfortable angles
>Black and White are in your back-yard, and come when you whistle, eagerly rushing into the shed, shouting about ‘Special Hugs’ and ‘Wittle Fwiends!’ .
>Three of the Mares screw up their faces and blow raspberries again.
>Two of them actually perk up, their tails lifting and smiles blooming on their faces. Holy Goddamn Shit, a week of back-to-back Celestia-featured Episodes of My Little Pony: Season 20 actually god-damned worked.
>Yessssssssss. You can hear the register dinging already.
>Open up the cages of the two happy Fluffy Ponies and pull them out, gently.
>One’s pregnant. Can feel her distended belly and swelling teats pressing down on your palm.
>”You’re a very good Fluffy, yes you are, you have babies!” You say, giving her a gentle squeeze. She’s a Bright Blue Fluffy, and last week you bred her to Scarlet. Should pop within a week or two. Seems the Alicorn Foals take slightly less time to develop within Fluffy Mares.
>What the end result will be ... you don’t know. Nobody has ever tried to breed Alicorns and Fluffy Ponies together. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t, but it can’t hurt to try!
>”Fwiends!” She cries, reaching with stubby legs to the Stallions “Wan fwiends, pwease, wet Fwuffie down, Hoomin!”.
>Put her down, and both White and Black rush over to give her hugs.
>”Yuu Mumma? Yuu gon be Mumma?” White asks excitedly, peering under the Mare as she rubs noses with Black.
>”Lay-dhee, boo-tee-ful lay-dhee...” Black begins to croon. Bright Blue flutters her eyelashes.
>”Uh, Black, you’re not Special Hugging her, she already has babies...” You say as you reach for the second ‘friendly’ Mare.
>”Awww, wan Special Hugs! Bwackie is Best Fwuffie!” The Bright Blue Mare giggles.
>Look down at the Fluffies.
>Black’s got a smug look on his face as the Bright Blue Mare nuzzles his chest.
>......Freakin’ Fluffy Gigolos. You’ve raised Freakin’ Fluffy Gigolos.
>The Second Friendly Fluffy, a Pale Golden colour, looks at you with a worried expression as you feel her belly.
>”Damn, nope, no babies. Hey, Goldie-Locks, feel like going a round with White?” You ask, holding her gently before plopping her into the Breeding Pen, where two large, soft pillows await their christening.
>”W-whut dat mean?” She asks, sniffing the pillows nervously.
>”It means this guy ....” You grunt and lift White up and over the wall of the Pen. “...is going to give you Special Hugs.”
>Fluffy Pony and Alicorn stare at each other nervously. White flicks a glance up to you, then back to the Pale Golden Fluffy, then back to you.
>”Is awight? Fwuffy is so smaww, nu wan huwt.” He whines, scuffing at the floor.
>Awwww, he is a gentleman.
>”Just remember not to flop on her.” You say, patting his head, then reaching for the Mare.
>She flinches, but slowly sniffs your hand, her ears twitching back and forth.
>”Hoomin ... nu huwties?” She ventures cautiously.
>”If you don’t give White any ‘Huwties’, I won’t give any to you.” You say, removing your hand. “Now, about you two ..... oh fer the love of .... Black!”
>”...Yuu wuv I keep fu’evah mooore...” He’s crooning away, the Bright Blue Mare pressed tightly to his chest, her eyes closed and her face set into a happy expression.
>Aaaaaah, whatever.
>Turn to look at the three Fluffy Mares remaining and sigh in disgust.
>If their cheeks were any bigger, their faces would probably explode.
>”Why can’t you be Good Fluffies like those two?” You ask in exasperation, as several different scenarios play out in your mind to ‘solve’ the problem.
>Could try to shock them into ‘reset’ mode and try to impress upon them that Alicorn Fluffies are the Best Fluffies, but you’re worried about bursting what little grey-matter they’ve got left.
>Could try deprivation of toys and treats until their acquiesce, but there’s always the chance they could snap and turn totally, irrevocably Feral.
>There’s always the old Boomstick method, but that could result in extreme mental trauma for the survivors, and if they passed that onto the Foals, or worse yet, your Breedings Studs ......
>Maybe you should just be happy with two, and release the other three.
>”Hate yuu.” One of the caged Ferals snarls.
>”Well, I’m not fond of you either, short-round.” You reply idly, then note she’s not looking at you.
>Oh, crap, if her eyes were lasers, she’d be boring two big holes right through the Bright Blue Mare.
>Thankfully Bright Blue is still nuzzling Black’s chest, and his crooning is all she’s hearing, judging from how she’s sighing happily.
>”How about the rest of you?” You say, tapping the wires of the cages with your finger, trying to draw their attention back to you.
>”I nuu wike yuu, nu wike Munstas!” The second spits, baring her teeth.
>”Nu .... nu wike....” The third mutters. A pale, ordinary Brown colour. Won’t look at you, or any of the other Mares for that matter.
>Hmmmm, I wonder .....
>Open the cage and ask her to come out. She hesitantly puts a hoof onto the ledge, then squeaks as you scruff her and take her away to the doorway, shielding her with your body from the other Fluffies, Alicorn and Fluffy Pony alike.
>”Do you really not like the Boys, or is it just you don’t want to get yelled at by the Bad Mares.” You whisper as you hold her to your chest, out of sight of the other two.
>”Fwuffie ... Fwuffie nu .... Fwuffie nu wan be Bad Fwuffie, but wike Munstas. Nu huwt Fwuffie when haf Special Hugs, pway with Fwuffie an’ not steaw Baww from Fwuffie.” She whispers back, trembling.
>”If I make the Bad Fluffies leave, go back to the forest, would you be a Good Fluffie for the Boys?” You ask, patting the Mare’s side. You had hoped to get at least four Mares, but three will do for now.
>”...Nu Huwties dem, dey Fwuffie’s sissy’s.” Is her reply.
>”I won’t, I promise. Now, You go have some fun with your friend and Black, and I’ll send your Sisters on their way.” You tell the shivering Mare, and put her on the ground.
>She looks at the partially open doorway, then at Black, then the doorway again .... and shuffles over to Black.
>”Wat yuu doin’! Nuuu! Wun, get fwuffies, FWEE US!” A caged Mare hisses, glaring evily at the ‘turn coat’.
>”And you two are leaving. Now.” You say, grabbing the cages and hauling them off the ledge, shuffling past Black and his two Mares, the Brown Mare leaning against Black’s side, her eyes slowly closing.
>You leave the ‘Side Project’ shed to the sound of Black’s crooning, and the grunting of White and Goldie-Locks.
>Ferals in the cages have driven themselves into an enraged frenzy, snapping and snarling at your hands, just out of reach on the cages’ handles, howling about “Bad Fwuffies!” and “Ugwy Baybehs!”
>Put the cages down outside your fence, away from the electrified wire running just an inch off the ground and away from the fence itself, and bang on the tops until the Mares can’t take it anymore and stumble out.
>”Alright, you two, shove off, or you’ll get a Sorry Sticking you won’t soon forget!” You shout, banging the cages together which makes a terrible din that make the few customers look up at you from the Display Pen.
>”Bad Hoomin! We nu fo’get! Yuu haf Munstas hewe! We be bawk!” One of the Mares shouts as they run away, fluff streaming behind them.
>What the hell can Fluffies do against an electrified Fence and your rifle? Mouthy little buggers, regardless.
>Now, time to go see Bob about some spaghetti. You know three little Fluffy Ponies who just earned themselves some good eats.


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>You are a Brown Fluffy Pony .... and you’re so scared.
>Munstas .... but dey nice .... but dey Munstas.
>Hoomin said they be nice if you be nice, and this Black Munsta is very nice.
>His singing is very nice to listen to. Makes you feel all warm and gooey inside.
>Can hear the Golden-coloured Mare on the other side of the wall making happy noises in between the White Munsta’s Eenf Eenf Eenf!
>Special Hugs .... your heart beats so fast. Had Special Hugs before, but Stallions always finish too quick or flop on you, squish you. Had Special Hugs with Red Munsta several Bright Times ago ... you had many good feels, even though you were so frightened you thought your heart would burst!
>Black Munsta turns to you and smiles, and your legs go weak. How he do that?
>”Yuu come, yuu come too, Bwackie show yuu so much wuv.” He whispers in that deep, sexy voice, and his horn flares....
>The gate to the Pen opens with an audible click and moves open slightly! D-did he do that?
>Blue Mare giggles and shuffles into the Pen, nosing the door open till she can get through, her big belly swaying as she walks.
>Black Munsta looks at you, his eyes so big and dark....
>”Mah daw’wing aah .... can’t get ‘nuff yuu wuv, bay-beh ....”
>You giggle and follow the Blue Mare into the Pen. He’s soooo dreamy!
>Black Munsta chuckles and mumbles something about ‘Swag’ before he follows behind you so close you can feel his breath on your naughty place!
>Maybe ... maybe your Sissy’s wrong, and Munsta’s not be Munsta’s after all!


>You are a Silver-Grey Alicorn Fluffy ... and something’s wrong.
>Nice Big Hoomin came in, gave every Fluffy big plates of Sketti, gave everyone Big, Squishy Hugs, brushed everyone so they were all pretty again!
>But you still feel so sad....
>You’re looking at a little rabbit toy, and feeling such a sad, painful feeling in your heart.
>Pick it up with your magic, and pull it close to your chest, and feel the sad feeling turn bitter sweet.
>What is this word that keeps screaming at the back of your mind?
>Hold the doll between your hooves, away from your chest, and stare at it, until you can’t keep the word inside anymore.
>”B-buh ... B-bay ... beh?” You whisper to the toy rabbit’s unchanging, smiling face, and wonder why you are crying.