Fertilizer Refinement Center of the Future

>it's the far future
>be the automated overseer program for a fertilizer refinement center specialized in fluffy ponies
>fluffy pony manure is a well-known fertilizer of great efficiency
>it is the only reason why fluffy ponies are still allowed to exist
>the manure can be increased in potency by letting the fluffy ponies ingest it, so that a purer fluid fertilizer is produced, which is also easier to transport
>since many decades, demand for fluffy ponies as pets or as torture subjects has decreased greatly
>this would have lead to the removal of the automated breeding center and the euthanizing of all fluffy pony subjects
>fortunately for fluffy ponies, their only useful quality is very important for fighting world hunger
>most fluffy pony manure is produced from the breeding centers and the adoption facilities themselves
>the refined manure will be mainly shipped to Mars, where it will help accelerate the terraforming process by growing the oxygen-producing moss in a shorter time
>the fertilizer refinement center receives a daily shipment of over 10'000 fluffy ponies from the automated adoption centers, no matter if sterilized fluffy mare or castrated fluffy stallion
>these fluffy ponies send here are deemed unwanted by the adoption centers, and will therefore spend their lives as manure refinement organs.
>"whew fwuffies now go?" "wan huggies" "why no can make speciaw huggies?" "whad dis pwace?" "ewww, no smeww pwetty" "wan pway" "huggies?" yay, new fwends" the fluffy ponies all ramble when they are dropped inside the gathering sector
>as always, robotic grabbing arms hanging on rails approach the panicked balls of fluff, who shriek at the sight of the mechanical devices
>"whaaa?! nuuu! munstas back and huwt fwuffies!" "why munsta make ouchies to fwuffy?" "pwease weave fwuffies awone" "no wike no wike wan go back" the fluffy ponies bawl, trying to run away, mostly just bumping into each another or hurting themselves when not closing their eyes to make themselves hidden from the machines or waddling in circles
>fortunately, because the fluffy ponies have already been squeezed in the adoption centers, they cannot soil themselves and the others when lifted up into the air
>the fluffy ponies are brought to the amputation room one by one as per standard procedure
>there, they are pushed towards the burned ground, causing them to squeak "ouchies" "fwuffy no wike" "why meanie munsta nevah am nice to fwuffies?" "fwuffy wan go home"
>they wiggle with their stretched four legs, trying to stand up, when fixing needles descend towards them and hold the fluffy ponies' legs in place
>the fluffy ponies all scream and holler in pain, trying to pull their legs away from the needles
>the fixing needles are strong enough to make it impossible for the fluffy ponies to retract their legs inwards, and the balls of fluff can do nothing but shake their heads around in great pain
>surgical laser scalpels immediately sever their limbs away, cauterizing their wounds immediately
>the fluffy ponies don't feel the intense heat, as the amputation process is extremely short, and they still focus on the pain caused by the fixing needles
>only after the grabbing arms lift the fluffy ponies up do the fluffy creatures stop howling, and try to wriggle with their legs
>"whew weggies go?" they always ask, trying to turn their heads around and searching for them
>"pwease give back weggies" "when weggies come back?" "meanie munsta take weggies way?" "give weggies back o fwuffy make ouchies", the fluffy ponies all babble
>fluffy unicorns try to intimidate the mechanical arms with their glowing horns, and the fluffy pegasi flutter uselessly with them in an attempt to flee
>as always, some accidents happens, especially with such delicate surgical equipment that is used every day
>a bunch of fixing needles for example insert themselves into the fluffy ponies' back or head and stab them to death
>other fluffy ponies are bisected by the laser scalpel, or get their fluff burned, so that they turn into a tiny ball of flames and squeaking charred flesh
>fortunately, the devices are all flame-proof
>the fluffy ponies aren't
>these accidents only happen once in a while
>the corpses and mistreated fluffy ponies are all dumped on a conveyor belt that runs through the entire facility
>the surviving fluffy ponies are brought before several walls with thousands of cubic alcoves, barely big enough to hold a fluffy pony
>each one is either occupied by a legless sobbing fluffy pony, tubes attached to its mouth, bladder and anus or empty
>most of these fluffy ponies all look miserable and sickly
>"why no weggies?" "get nummies?" "why fwuffy no wook happy?" the new fluffy ponies all try to ask the ones inside the alcoves, who cannot answer them
>the new arrivals are put into empty alcoves, of which there is never a shortage
>"fwuffy no wike dis" "not enaf pwace" "fwuffy no can bweath" "pwease give back weggies", the fluffy ponies implore the machines who stuff them inside their new living places, making sure that the face sticks in front
>once inside and positioned correctly, a feeding tube inserts itself into the fluffy pony's mouth, and two waste-sucking tubes enter its anus and urethra
>the fluffy pony tries to scream and run away, but with no legs and still too weak from the operation, can do nothing but mumble and weep softly
>this is the last station in their life
>the feeding tubes inserted into the fluffy ponies' mouth will regularly push the pasta-like mush into their belly, which will be digested and then excreted into the waste tubes, which then put the fecal matter and urine back into the feeding tubes, forcing the fluffy pony to digest their own waste, liquifying it, which is now considered pure and useful and collected into a large basin
>this will go on for the rest of their lives, until the lack of exercise and the ingestion of their own filth causes a fatal breakdown of their inner organs
>under each alcove is tiny green light, which sometimes switches to red when the inner sensors detect the fluffy pony inside being dead or not producing the required amount of refined manure anymore
>it this happens, the tubes retract themselves from the fluffy pony in the alcove that has a red light, and the fluffy pony is grabbed by a robotic arm and put on a conveyor belt
>most of these fluffy ponies put there are either dead or too sick
>the fluffy ponies put on the conveyor belt which starts from the amputation room and goes through the waste refinement alcoves dumps the legless worm-like abominations of science into a room filled with lots of fluffy pony legs
>those fluffy ponies still alive somehow all cheer at seeing so many legs and mistake them all for their own after all this ordeal
>the walls of the rooms start moving to the masses legless fluffy pony bodies and legs
>the fluffy ponies still alive have lost whatever sanity there is in their tiny brains, and they only babble nonsensically about how happy they are being reunited with their legs, ignoring the closing walls
>the compressor room crushes the dumped fluffy ponies and the masses of fluffy pony legs into a cube, which is then dumped on a heap of other rotting cubes, producing lots of methane from anaerobic bacteria, turning it into a renewable green energy source, which the facility uses itself to decrease energy costs
>nothing is to be wasted
>more than three quarter of the facility is for the refined manure-producing fluffy ponies condemned to this fate
>they are the lucky ones
>the fluffy pony manure refinement facility goes further down
>there, in a pristine white environment, pregnant fluffy ponies are held in quite large alcoves, where all their needs are attended to
>the pregnant fluffy mares are all from feral fluffy herds that live in a special enclosed reservation areas for fluffy ponies, also colloquially called a zoo
>the dams are all babbling in fear about the strange location and asking where all the other fluffy ponies are which were attending them
>their vagina were sewn shut without the dams knowing it
>as with the fluffy ponies in the above facilities, two tubes are attached to each their urethra and their anus for waste collection
>their waste is put into special reservoirs for later use
>the fluffy mares still have their legs attached to them
>not that they could use them while pregnant
>the feeding tubes are only inserted into their mouths when it is feeding time
>the pregnant dams are given highly nutritious protein pastes to eat, which they devour eagerly
>special petting devices rub them on their head and tickle them lightly on their sides whenever the fluffy mares are sad or demand some hugs
>the glass that is in front of their faces is a TV screen that shows green pasture and playing fluffy ponies, that always look at the mare and tell her how much they love her and are going to give hugs to her
>”yay, momma am happy” “wan huggies” “whew nummies?”, the mares all coo and chirp or mewl
>all this is to make the fluffy mares relaxed
>their lives is good and happy, until they are ready to give birth and their water breaks
>special sensors attached to the sides of their bellies tells you when the moment arrives
>the mare also screams “Momma Am Get Babehs” or “Nuuu! Make Big Poopies”
>the moment this happens, a tube is forcefully inserted into the dam's mouth, who tries to say that she isn't hungry, before cut short
>it's not a tube that will give her the protein mash, but one that will insert her own waste collected over the weeks since she was brought here
>special clamps from the sides enclose the pregnant dam, making it impossible for her to wriggle more than her head
>the mare tries to push and push her foals out, but because their vagina has been sewn together, the foals can't leave her womb
>fluffsplosion cannot happen either, because the clamps are applying pressure to the dam
>the screen stops showing the happy pasture and playing fluffy ponies who adore her, and switches to a cacophony of sounds and images designed to make her feel stressed and in fear
>the mare tries to close her eyes with her stumpy little marshmallow hooves, but can't reach her own face, so she tries to close her eye-lids, only to open them again, because fluffy ponies are accustomed to having their hooves in front of them when they try to hide themselves
>tiny needles now prick the fluffy dam from everywhere
>she is pricked in her nose, her butt, her four legs, her belly, her ears, in every region that isn't fatal to her
>the crying mare starts defecating and urinating as is normal in such stressful situations
>the hormonal changes because of the pregnancy as well as the endorphins created to fight the pain and the shock causes pregnant mares to produce a very potent manure, of which less than a pound is equal to almost a ton of fertilizer gained from the fluffy ponies in the facilities above
>her body will endure for up to five hours, before the stress and the pain ends the dam's life together with the foals who suffocated inside her womb
>this procedure is of great controversy, as it defies the image of the clean and merciful treatment of fluffy ponies which modern society prides itself in contrast to the past, but the need for new farm land over-weights ethical concerns for the tiny balls of fluff
>it is most likely that in a few decades, the fluffy ponies will be reduced to nothing more but manure-producing bio-machines
>you find this a very good idea
>after all, machines are efficient and helpful