The Crane Game

>Work in a fluffy pony adoption center
>Business is rough
>Nowhere near enough sales to keep inventory manageable
>Desperate, you decide to take a chance
>People gamble all the time for shit they don't want/need
>The fun is the risk
>You buy a crane machine game and set it up in the front of the center
>Only put a few fluffies in at first
>Can't risk them destroying the machine with their feces
>Water bottle to keep them hydrated, a grate system for the floor that allows for easy cleaning on the floor
>Has potential
>That day, your center is chosen for a school field trip
>Roughly 15 children, ages 8-9
>They see the crane game and go to play
>Fluffies are terrified of the claw at first
>Babble about 'da scawy musta' and how they want 'hewp' and 'pwease no huwt fwuffy!'
>4 kids have tried unsuccessfully to get fluffies from the game, netting you an $8 profit
>The fifth kid finally gets lucky when the fluffies are too tired to run anymore
>It struggles and cries about the pinchies from the claw
>It screams as it's suddenly released down the prize shoot
>It shoots out the hole and lands in the arms of a little girl
>The little girl snuggles her new fluffy baby
>The fluffy has forgotten it's trauma and babbles happily about being picked
>The other fluffies see this and are now jumping for the claw
>They want to get picked next

>Another little girl steps up to win a fluffy
>The fluffies are all cheering and encouraging the girl to 'pick fwuffy'
>The claw descends
>The fluffies fight to get into the claw's grip
>A blue pegasus succeeds, trying to put his scruff between the claw's fingers
>The claw snaps shut, forcing the claw into one of it's eyes instead
>The flailing screaming fluffy slowly lifts off the ground as the claw begins it's journey to the prize chute
>It's squirming is making the claw dig deeper, causing trails of crimson to stain it's blue fluffy face and chest
>The little girl is wide eyed with shock
>The remaining fluffies are hugging each other and shitting faster than the grate system can handle
>The claw releases the squealing fluffy into the prize chute
>It lands back-of-its-neck first on the edge of the chute
>It hangs there for a second, slowly sliding forward
>Finally it dislodges, it's head whipping forward and smacking the glass
>The girl screams as she comes eye to eyes with her limp, one eyed fluffy for that split second
>It tumbles out the chute and slams into her stomach
>The little girl, her pink Jem t-shirt splattered with fluffy blood, falls on her backside and sits squealing with horror
>Most of the kids are screaming and crying
>A chorus of 'No pick fwuffy!' can be heard wafting from the prize chute
>A fat little boy in a fanny pack is tugging on your shirt waving a $20
>Reluctantly, you fetch him a couple rolls of coins
>The shelter IS still really crowded