Milk

>run fluffy milk factory in your garage
>fluff ponies themselves are mostly worthless
>only rare colourings can be sold for a profit
>but the mares create a lot of milk when pregnant
>fluffy foals need a lot of nutrients to allow the part of the fluffy brain that controls linguistics to develop
>this is what causes the dams to swell to such large sizes

>you enter your garage, and the smell of fluffy shit assaults your nostrils
>you may have been running this milking operation a long time, but you still aren't used to that smell
>you flick on the light switch, and are greeted by a familiar sight
>long rows of small metal wire cages stretch along the garage walls, each with a fluffy pony inside
>the fluffy ponies are suspended from the roof of their cages by string or wire
>milking and feeding tubes extend down from the roof and into the cages
>the milking tubes, unsurprisingly, are attached to the mares teats
>a steady trickle of the white gold is carried skywards into the metal tubes overhead, it's final destination a large industrial fridge
>the feeding tubes carry high nutrient watery mush down the throats of the mares 3 times a day
>it's no doubt disgusting - not that the mares care anymore
>the ones who have feeding tubes attached to them have vacant looks on their eyes
>they have been broken
>the ones who haven't are quick to make you aware of this fact
>"please…please wet mumma fwuffy go…" "meanie fings take miwk…need milk for babies" "miwky peace hurt…" their strained voices manage to force pleads between sobs
>the cages that house unbroken fluffies have red tags attached to them
>unbroken fluffies don't take the feeding tubes well, most try to choke themselves
>either because they can foresee no escape is possible, or simply because the food is so foul
>you learnt that lesson early on in your career

>you make your rounds of the cages
>set underneath each cage is a metal tray
>most only contain a some goopy droppings
>some of the mares have foaled in the night, dead and barely living foals float around in the fecal matter
>the mares who have foaled get their cages pinned with a yellow tag, marking them for re-fertilization
>the trays contents get dumped into compost bin all the same
>the unbroken fluffies are spoon-fed fluffy chow and leftovers - they complain profusely but a strong whack to the nose quells any thoughts of being able to retaliate
>the fact that they can't move helps too
>you reach the last of the mares, she had a collar when you found her in the herd, babbling about "daddah"
>you've been nice to her the last few days to help with the breaking
>"Hello fluffy, have you found a good hiding spot?
>"Hewwo mistah! Jiwwy fin' weawy good hidey pwace! Wook!"
>the fluffball closes her eyes tight
>"Hello? Fluffy? Where have you gone? I can't find you…" you play along, all part of the plan
>"SUPWISE, I HEWE!" the pony chirps up as she opens her eyes
>"Wow! That really is a good hiding spot! I'm sure your daddy will love his surprise - intact, i think i hear him coming now! You better hide quick."
>The mare obliges and shuts her eyes tightly - "Jiwwy no come out of hide pwace till daddah hewe!"
>You cut off a piece of duct tape from a roll in your pocket, and lightly place it over the mare's eyes, before petting it down under the guise of petting her head
>You walk over to the door, open and close it, and then make plod your feet down heavily
>hoping the mare doesn't remember how her previous owner sounded too well, you put on your most generic sounding voice and utter...

>Be fluffy pony
>You aren't very good at remembering things, but you remember you had a daddah
>the man who rescued you from the mean fluffies said your daddah is coming soon so you're hiding so that you can surprise daddy!
>"Jilly? I've come to take you home! Where are you my darling?"
>"SUPWISE DADDAH!" you shout!
>…somethings wrong! you can't see daddy?
>oh, you must still be hiding
>you try to remember how you stopped hiding before
>ah, you remember, you just opened your looky things!
>"SUPWISE DADDAH!" you shout again, this time you're sure you get out of the hidey place
>but…but you still can't see daddy! What's going on? You must be stuck!
>"Daddah hewp! Jiwwy stuck in hidey place! Wan see yuu! Wan see!"
>"Jilly, are you here?" Daddy calls out to you again, it's good to hear his voice, but he sounds worried
>"Daddah Jiwwy stuck! P'ease hewp!" you're sure daddy will help you, he must not have heard you the first time
>"Hmm, Jilly must not be here, i guess i'll just get a new fluffy instead."
>"w…what? NUUUUU! DADDAH COME BACK!" you shout out to daddy
>You're right here! Why can't he see you?
>"Oh well, i didn't really love Jilly anyway. Guess i'll leave"
>Daddy…daddy didn't love you?
>"DADDAH! DADDAH PWEASE COME BACK! JIWWY WUV YUU! WAN HUGGIES!"
>you hear him walking away…he never loved you…
>never loved you…
>never loved…

>You finish your charade, and walk back to Jilly, removing her duct tape blind fold
>no yelp of pain, so far so good
>a quick lift of her eyelids confirms that you've been succesful
>they are unfocused, tears stream from her eyes in an endless torrent of pure misery
>she is broken, and has retreated utterly inside her own mind
>some would call what you'd do cruel, say that you could just use a taser to turn them mindless
>they're completely correct, ofcourse
>you fit your new milk-mare with her feeding tube, she'll be ready to be milked in about a week