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- >It's Monday morning, and you are dreading the week ahead.
- >Why? It's the beginning of the summer season.
- >Summer is when kids begin pestering their parents because they're out of school and bored.
- >Said parents placate their annoying children with fluffy foals.
- >They die fast, usually left out in the heat.
- >Parents keep on buying replacements.
- >June through September is the highest sales volume period of the year besides Christmas.
- >To keep up, Sarah invokes what she calls the 'crash course' protocol.
- >You get to teach Steve and Tiffany how it works.
- >They are already in the basement when you arrive, idly chatting.
- >The fluffies in the cages can feel something is up, but have no clue how to vocalize it.
- >Their babbling is therefore even more inane than usual.
- >”What d'you want us to do?” Tiffany asks.
- “Hold on. We need the stuff first.”
- >You scan the mare cages while you wait.
- >The dams that have just foaled were put back up here immediately, and their usual one week rest periods were canceled.
- >That means instead of forty dams ready, you have eighty, plus twelve fuck pillows.
- >All the dams with red stickers were moved down to basement two, regardless of visible swell.
- >You do the math in your head to make sure you have enough cages.
- >Two dams will not fit in one cage under normal circumstances...they sure as hell won't fit when you're finished with them today.
- >You hear a noise and walk back toward the stairs.
- >Sarah has arrived with a large cardboard box.
- >”Here it is,” she says. She then hands you a small sheet of paper. “These are the mares I want excluded. You know what to do with the rest.”
- >You nod, reading the list. She leaves, and you begin the training session.
- >You take a random mare from her cage and motion Steve and Tiffany over.
- >”Owwies, no huwt Wubee!”
- “Steve, open the box.”
- >He does. There are fertility drugs and cans of pheromone spray.
- >You place a whining Ruby on her back, one hand on her stomach to steady her.
- “Read the drug dosage to me.”
- >”Hold on... 2 mL once a day, each syringe has seven doses.”
- “Give me a syringe and watch.”
- >You take the needle with your free hand. Ruby, of course, freaks out.
- >”Nuuuuuuu, no wike shiny owwies! Pwease no huwt Wubee!”
- >You press down harder to hold her still.
- >While the others watch, you stab Ruby in a spot just above her teats, injecting a dose of the drug.
- “Hit them here. Every mare besides the fuck pillows and the ones on this list gets the needle.”
- >Ruby squeals in agony.
- >You don't immediately withdraw the needle so Steve and Tiffany can see where the injection point is.
- “Put the mares you've injected in the sex pits so we can keep track.”
- >They nod.
- >The process begins in earnest. You all pull mares from their cages.
- >They get stabbed in the belly.
- >”Why huwt tummy nummie pwace?”
- >”Nuuuuuu! Why gif owwies to Topaz, Topaz sowwy!”
- >”Hewp! Hewp! Munsta gif owwies to Saffiah!”
- >”Wet go! Wet go Jade! Jade sowwy! No huwt! No huwt!”
- >”No wan' owwies! No huwt miwk pwace! Miwk fo' babehs!”
- >It takes you four hours to inject the wiggling, crying mares.
- >It doesn't help that most of them shat on the tables when they got poked.
- >You had to keep them out of the filth.
- >At any rate, you finally have seventy-four bawling, mostly clean mares in the sex pits.
- >”Now what?” Tiffany asks.
- >You walk over to the box and grab the spray cans, tossing two each to Tiffany and Steve.
- “We are now going to start priming the stallions.”
- >They look at you, confused, but follow you over to the cages.
- “This is easy. Spray the cages and everything in them.”
- >You begin drenching the stallions and their cages with pheromones.
- >They screech with fear, desperate to fuck something.
- >”Won't they just do each other?” Tiffany asks.
- >You just point to the stallions in reply.
- >Their hips are moving so furiously, they can't even stand upright.
- >They lay helplessly on their sides, raping the atmosphere and shrieking for help.
- “This is the industrial-strength stuff. They won't be able to move, much less screw.”
- >The three of you spray the rest of the stallions.
- “We're not going to clean their cages for the next two days, just feed them. We want them to smell these pheromones constantly.”
- >Everyone nods. While the stallions beg their hips to stop, you all begin putting the sniffling mares back into the cages.
- “It'll take forty-eight hours for the mares to be ready. Until that time, no breeding happens. Steve, how many foals are left?”
- >”About a hundred, give or take.”
- “All right, those will have to last us until the mares pop. Tiffany, help me get the fuck pillows out.”
- >You both retrieve the lifeless, broken mares, setting them on the table.
- “You both know how to make feeders, right?”
- >They nod.
- “Start the treatment on them. We're going to need as many as we can get.”
- >Tiffany and Steve go downstairs to retrieve the hormone cocktail.
- >You look at the fluffies. Their blank stares and silence are still pretty creepy.
- >At least they won't whine when they become milk factories.
- >After that's done, they go back into their cages.
- >”This doesn't seem so hard,” Tiffany says.
- >You smirk wryly at her. She hasn't seen anything yet.
- “We'll need to do the mares again tomorrow. Before we leave tonight, we'll need to spray the stallions again. Otherwise, we just wait.”
- >Steve sits on one of the tables. “I'm with Tiff, I thought this would be harder.”
- >You smirk again.
- “You won't think it's easy when the mares start swelling.”
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