Automated Fluffy Pony Breeding (4/20/12)

>it's the future
>be an automated overseer program responsible for operating a fluffy pony breeding center
>there are absolutely no humans working there except once every month looking for errors and repairing them
>the automated fluffy pony breeding centers were created because a loud minority complained about the cruel and apathetic treatment of the fluffy ponies by human hand
>machines aren't cruel and mean to fluffy ponies
>programmed to take care for 20'000 fluffy ponies, although currently, there are approximately 32'000 fluffy ponies, because demand for fluffy ponies has somewhat diminished for the past decade
>they are all sleeping in resting cubicles
>each cubicle has four floors with ten rooms, each two feet high, on which the fluffy ponies sleep
>each floor is built to accomodate 200 fluffy ponies at maximum
>there are more than 300 fluffy ponies in each floor
>the tolerance margin directive tells you that this doesn't matter
>wake up fluffy ponies at 06.00 AM by turning the light on and activating the loudspeakers, booming "ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-WAKE-UP-NOW. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-GO-PLAY-OUTSIDE. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-EXIT-THE-SLEEPING-FLOORS-NOW"
>this wakes up most fluffy ponies, and they all look around for the source of the sound, or complain about the brightness of the light
>some others complain about the horrid smell, coming from their own filth they made while sleeping
>the wake-up announcement is repeated a minute long over and over again, opening the automated doors
>one of the automated doors does not react to your command
>it is door C-4 again
>doesn't matter, since there are no fluffy ponies inside since C-4 broke down last week
>the door will be repaired next week
>most fluffy ponies are by now leaving their sleeping compartments
>when they step out, the conveyor belt slides them outside the cubicle,
>the fluffy ponies on the higher floor must first be slided towards a moving staircase, where they are then dropped to the fluffy ponies already outside
>the fluffy ponies are always surprised by the moving elements, either crying in fear or laughing happily
>the fluffy ponies are babbling incoherently, blow raspberries at the moving elements, or try to waddle back the conveyor belt, only to be pushed away
>they are given play time in the enclosed communal fluffy area outside the sleeping cubicles
>because fluffy ponies might take time in leaving the cubicles or might still be sleeping, you repeat the wake up-call every five minutes again
>at 06.30, all fluffy ponies must now be outside
>those that are still inside the sleeping cubicles are considered to be dead
>as always, there are some fluffy ponies either trying to wake up the fluffy ponies that aren't moving anymore, fluffy ponies hindered to leave the rooms because of the corposes, or those that play hide and seek between the corpses, trying to goad the automated voice records they mistake as people wanting to play with them to look for them
>"fwuffy pway hide an see!" "pwease wake up. fwuffies get nummies now." "hihi, find fwuffy!" "fwuffy no wan go out. wan pway wid fwends hewe!" they giggle
>the sleeping cubicles are smeared with the fecal matter of fluffy ponies, unhygienic fluff, or pools of their urine, and in a few cases with fluffy placenta and dead preterm foals that were born during the night, crushed by the fluffy ponies
>as per standard procedure, you now close the doors and seal the room hermetically
>you release the cleaning acids into the floors
>the fluffy ponies alive that didn't leave the sleeping cubicles now all scream in pain when their soft marshmallow-like hooves come in contact with the aggressive acid
>many fall over, getting more acid now over their entire body, rolling around to get rid of it, only to make it worse
>all try to scream for help, some yelling "Whaaa?!" "Nuu!" "Fwuffy Wan Out!" "No Wan Ouchies!" "Hewp!" "Why Ouchies?" when not having their head melting off layer by layer
>many jump on the bodies of the dead fluffy ponies
>a few try to climb on top of other alive fluffy ponies also trapped with them in the rooms, only for both of them to fall over and get acid over all their bodies
>the steam coming out from the acid dissolving rotting fluff pony bodies causes some of them to get nausea, falling on the acid, or make them vomit, causing splashes of acid dropping into their faces, or letting them empty their bowels and bladder, only to then cry "Nuuu!" "Why Poopie Pwace Ouchies" "Peepee Buwn" "Hewp!"
>whatever they do, their fate is sealed
>the room is slowly filled with the acid
>those unfortunate enough to hold out drown in the acid
>the rooms stay filled with the acid for 1 hour, before it is drained away, and water is released inside to wash away any traces of the acid
>the rooms are all absolutely clean, and no traces of any fluffy pony or waste remains
>meanwhile, the fluffy ponies playing outside are all oblivious to the fate of their friends who stayed back inside
>the fluffy ponies playing in the enclosed areas always defecate or urinate around, causing the herd to often complain about how it doesn't smell pretty, only for them to then either accidentaly step on their own filth, or stomping happily in it on purpose, chirping "squishy fun"
>soon, hunger sets in to the fluffy ponies, and they beg whoever's in charge "pwease give nummies to fwuffies" "fwuffy hungwy" "wan nummies" "whew nummies?" "need nummies"
>it is not time for them to eat yet
>07.30
>now it is time for them to empty their bowels as planned
>loudspeakers crack "ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-NOW-LEAVE-PLAYGROUND. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-GET-READY-TO-BE-CLEANED" a few times
>the fluffy ponies all look around for the source of the voice ,when after the announcement, several robotic multi-jointed pincers mounted on several high rails arrive to the playgrounds, and start grabbing the fluffy ponies around their neck quite gently one by one
>when a pincer grabs a fluffy pony, it screams in terror, soiling itself, causing the fluffy ponies all to panic and scream around
>they struggle to free themselves, but the grip of the pincers makes them unable to do more but wiggle with their legs around
>whenever a pincer has a fluffy pony, it brings it first to a squeezer area, where two extensive flat poles are closing on the fluffy pony's stomach and its back
>the fluffy pony cries when it is being squeezed from both sides, making it drop the last rest of its bowel content and empty its bladder into the sinks below
>the resulting manure is used as free fertilizer
>the fluffy pony sobs "no wike. pwease wet fwuffy go. wan go back to fwends"
>after that, it is brought to the cleaning brushes
>the slightly humid brushes clean the fluffy pony from whatever is sticking on its body, be it a hardened crust of poop, foul-smelling urine, vomit, fluffy semen, or even dead preterm fluffy foals stuck in the fluff
>after that, the pincers bring the fluffy pony to the main area and gently drop them down there
>the fluffy ponies are terrified from what happened, shivering in fear with a slightly damp fluff, all clean
>this takes up to four hours
>squeezing poles 3 and 4 in squeezing area 2, as well as pole 11 in area 6 and pole 19 in area 10 are malfunctioning again
>fluffy ponies brought to squeezing area 2 are killed slowly by the squeezing poles, which squish their inner organs to a bloody pulp, stammering "nuuu! pwease stop ouchies! no wike now wike now waaa...."
>fluffy ponies dragged to area 6 and 10 are a little bit more fortunate, but the still suffer some internal damage, which will most likely kill them by the next two weeks
>by the time you stop the pincers bringing the fluffy ponies to squeezing area 2, 6 and 10, eighty fluffy ponies died, and over two hundred are lying in pain on the ground of the main area
>the fluffy ponies there try to wake up the unfortunate victims with "huggies make ouchies go 'way", tears in the eyes when it doesn't work
>the robotic pincers are ordered to grab the dead fluffy ponies and throw them into the sink holes, where their lifeless body fall into the collected manure down below
>the fluffy ponies who see the pincers grab the dead fluffy ponies away are crying "pwease no take fwend 'way" "meanie munsta make fwend ouchies" "why make ouchies to fwuffies"
>they soon forget about the dead fluffy ponies when new arrivals are dropped to the main area, crying and shivering in fear and therefore in need of a hug
>because of the delay, it is now 10.43
>feeding tubes are lowered, and a new announcement comes from the loudspeakers, saying "ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-GET-FOOD-NOW. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-WILL-ONLY-GET-ONE-RATION. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-STOP-GETTING-FOOD-IF—LIGHT-GOES-RED. ALL FLUFFY-PONIES-NOT-BEHAVING-WILL-BE-DISCIPLINED" once every two minutes
>the fluffy ponies all suck on the tubes like as if they were still little foals needing to be teated
>a pasty mash of protein similar to the composition of spaghetti fills their tiny bellies, and the fluffy ponies are all forgetting any worries they might have
>if a fluffy pony has received enough, a tiny lamp attached to the feeding tube goes red, and the automated systems stop giving further food to it
>should the fluffy pony not leave the feeding tube and still tries to suck fervently for the spaghetti-like paste, a special robotic arm with an attached shocking prod nears the target fluffy pony and shocks it right into its anus and chastises with "Bad-Fluffy-Pony-Bad-Fluffy-Pony-Bad-Fluffy-Pony", causing it to run away crying
>the same is done to fluffy ponies pushing away those still sucking on the pasty mash
>most fluffy ponies only get shocked twice maximally every time when it is feeding time
>one fluffy pony however is quite stubborn and determined, and it refuses to let itself be pushed around by the shock prods
>it puffs its cheeks and snarls to the shock prod that "fwuffy no am scawwed. fwuffy get nummies now. meanie munsta dat make ouchies to poopie hole not stop fwuffy", believing that they are listening to it
>it gets shocked a dozen times
>it still doesn't give up, and clamps the feeding tube with its mouth with all its might, blood coming out from it
>a shocking prod zapps its nether regions now for a full ten seconds
>the rebellious fluffy pony died, as the pain from the shocking made the feeding tube get stuck in its throat
>you redirect the shock prods to ignore that fluffy pony, and to focus on the other fluffy ponies who are pushing around or still trying to suck on the feeding tubes
>the dead fluffy pony is ignored by all other fluffy ponies, because they just want to eat, or are feeling sorry for themselves because of the shocks
>a pincer is used to get rid of the corpse
>the fluffy ponies have eaten, and they are now given play time
>play pre-recorded message "ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-CAN-PLAY. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-WANTING-TO-RELIEVE-THEMSELVES-ARE-TO-DO-SO-IN-THE-RED-CORNER", which will be repeated all ten minutes
>the fluffy ponies all look around for the source of the voice again, searching everwhere and then asking "who say dis?" "fwend?" "whew fwend is?" "come pway wid fwuffies?"
>after searching and not finding anything, they return to playing with each another, chasing around, playing hide and seek, or more precisely, they just stand in front of the fluffy pony being 'it' and close their eyes, thinking that if they can't see their friend, it can't see it either, only to be quite frustrated when it doesn't work
>whenever the fluffy ponies try to relieve themselves, a shock prod comes down to their fluffy anus and shocks them, and a staccato of "Fluffy-Pony-Will-Relieve-Itself-At-The-Marked-Area-Fluffy-Pony-Will-Relieve-Itself-At-The-Mark
ed-AreaFluffy-Pony-Will-Relieve-Itself-At-The-Marked-Area-Fluffy-Pony-Will-Relieve-Itself-At-The-Mar
ked-Area " wheels down upon the offending fluffy pony whenever it isn't showing
>"pwease no sowwy-stick" the fluffy pony bleats to the impartial shocking prod
>the shocking prod just continues burning the fluffy pony's after until it is at the red corner
>whenever a fluffy pony empties its bowels there, the corner drops like a trap door, and it is sprayed with water to clean it
>the shocking prods keep the fluffy ponies away from the marked corner when it is cleaned, so at least there is no further accidental death
>fluffy ponies spend most of their time in main area, frolicking, playing together, or copulating
>only few stallions die from exhaustion after intercourse
>the grabbing pincers immediately remove them from the main area
>feeding time is repeated at 14.15 and 19.15
>after the last feeding time, the fluffy ponies are given an hour to play in the main area
>cameras and sensors now scan for pregnant mares and look if they are already in the later terms
>those identified as such are then taken away by the grabbing pincers to breeding rooms
>the fluffy ponies always cry and wail in terror when the grabbing pincers appear, and then bawl their tiny eyes out for never seeing the dams again
>after this, the last pre-recorded message starts, telling the fluffy ponies "ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-RETURN-TO-RESTING-AREA. ALL-FLUFFY-PONIES-GO-BACK-TO-SLEEP", this being repeated over and over
>a gate opens to a conveyor belt, which will bring the fluffy ponies back to their sleeping cubicles
>the fluffy ponies don't like the sleeping cubicles, many developing claustrophobia in there
>the shocking prods are all forcing them to step on the conveyor belt
>the conveyor belt soon splits up into several smaller conveyor belts, which all bring them to a sleeping cubicle randomly
>whatever friends the fluffy ponies made today is now split apart
>the higher floors are packed full first
>your algorithms make sure to find a place for every fluffy pony
>they bleat that they don't want to go sleep inside the cubicles
>the shocking prods proove to be invaluable in getting the fluffy ponies to obey
>the fluffy ponies are all packed closely together in overcramped rooms, whining and hugging each another for support, before they fall of to sleep after the lights are closed off
>the pregnant mares in the breeding rooms meanwhile are cut open, and the tiny foals inside are put into incubators, where they will grow up, only to be added to the fluffy ponies in the breeding center after sexual maturity
>the cut open bodies of the dams are discarded into the acid vats used to clean the sleeping cubicles in the morning
>a few of the fluffy mares are still alive by then before dissolving
>however, the breeding incubators are so far full, and extra foals are also discarded the same way like their mothers
>not enough fluffy ponies die or get ordered in this hard times, making the breeding center go into overproduction
>at this rate, you will be forced to dissolve the inhabitants of a hundred rooms before the morning dawns
>you did this seven months ago
>however, the fluffy ponies are all in luck
>the automated overseer program in another breeding center accidentally dissolved all the 27'000 fluffy ponies there
>now the superfluous fluffy ponies can be shipped there, making room again for the rest of the fluffy ponies
>everything's gonna be all right

(Found posted anonymously at http://pastebin.com/SVmjunpB; post date 2012 April 20.)