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- >You are a worker for the Department of Fish and Wildlife's Division of Fluffy Pony Management.
- >Otherwise known as the 'Fluffy Pony Judgment Squad'.
- >You've been dispatched to assess a herd that's been trying to access a fenced field of turnips.
- >The farmer says they haven't really been belligerent, but she can't get them to leave and is becoming frustrated.
- >When you arrive, you have to drive down a winding dirt path to find the scene of the crime.
- >The fences around the fields are barbed wire.
- >You know you've arrived at the field in question when you see a fence bearing a rainbow of fluff. It's adjacent a stand of tall pine trees.
- >That must be where they've sheltered. You park the truck on the side of the path and walk the rest of the way along the fence.
- >You creep into the pine stand. At first, you don't see any fluffies.
- >Only when you've traveled deeper into the area do you find them.
- >This herd is relatively small, only about forty fluffies total.
- >The fluffies are asleep, waiting out the heat of the day in the shade of the pines.
- >Oddly, you see no pregnant dams at all; extremely unusual for any wild herd, even one this size.
- >Since they're snoozing, you use the chance to make your initial assessment.
- >First and foremost, they're not swollen. Quite the opposite; they look severely underfed.
- >They also lack the heavy fluff of wintered-over ferals, but it's late enough in the year that they may have shed it already.
- >Their fluff is mottled with dirty patches, snagged twigs, leaves.
- >You can see collars with tags on some of them. Wait...
- >They all have tags. Every single one.
- >Besides looking underfed and missing tufts of fluff, you see no apparent physical injuries.
- >This looks like an urban herd, but those hardly ever leave the cities they came together in.
- >They also never get this large.
- >You can't figure out what's going on.
- >Better ask the fluffies themselves. You step on a branch to wake them up.
- >They scramble around and over each other with fright, yelling for help.
- >When they see you, however, they huddle together and become very quiet.
- “How did you get out here?”
- >”Pwease, no huwt fwuffies, fwuffies sowwy, fwuffies good fwuffies...”
- “I'm not going to hurt you.”
- >They shuffle backwards away from you as you approach.
- >”Pw-pwease no huwt...”
- >You're a bit confused about why they're acting like this.
- >They don't look like they've been abused at all.
- >They have all their limbs, eyes, ears, wings, and tails; everything is physically intact.
- >None of them even limp.
- >Besides the fluff that the fences ripped off, they look fine.
- “Did someone hurt you?”
- >A jade green unicorn waddles forth.
- >”Hooman say no wan' fwuffies, make fwuffies go in dawk pwace an' go 'way...” she sniffles.
- >Just one? Why the hell would one person have forty of these things?
- >You find a clear spot in the undergrowth to sit down.
- >A couple of the thinnest fluffies approach you gingerly, bleating sadly for food.
- >You gently take one into your hands and check her for injuries.
- >”Pwease no huwt, fwuffy sowwy, fwuffy sowwy!” she wails, squirming weakly.
- >You part her lemon-colored fluff to look for bruises and find none.
- >Her wings are unharmed and buzzing with fear.
- >Everything seems fine until you get to her tail.
- >Her little fluffy vagina is absolutely destroyed.
- >She squeals in terror when she feels your fingers even get near it, causing the herd to drop to the ground and cover their eyes.
- >While they attempt to 'hide', you continue to examine the lemon pegasus.
- >She's trying to shit, of course, but nothing comes out; a sure sign she hasn't eaten in at least forty-eight hours.
- >You set her aside and take up the other fluffy that approached you, a tangerine earth.
- >”N-nuuu! Munsta fin' fwuffy! Fwiends pwease hewp!” he yells.
- >He screeches when you place a hand on his lower abdomen.
- >”Pwease no huwt no-nos! No-nos haf big owwies!”
- >You turn him over and part his fluff. His genitals are totally scarred over.
- >You show them to the other fluffies.
- “Are you all hurt like this?”
- >They all chatter anxiously in confirmation.
- >”Hooman say fwuffy wif no-no owwies bad, hooman take fwuffies an' weave in scawy dawk...” the lemon pegasus says.
- >You look at her collar tag. No address, no phone number, just a name: Lemon, appropriately enough.
- >The tangerine earth fluffy's collar is the same. His name is Sherbet.
- >You can guess what's happened by now, but you need to complete the assessment to be entirely certain.
- “Why are you trying to eat the turnips? The farmer said you couldn't.”
- >The jade unicorn steps forward again. “See nummies, fwuffies hung'y, nee' nummies...”
- “Why didn't you eat the grass?”
- >They look at you with confused eyes.
- >”Gwassies nummies?” a couple ask.
- >Only a fluffy kept indoors constantly would lack – or forget – that knowledge.
- >You take out your phone to make your report.
- >The fluffies huddle together five feet away in an uneasy clump.
- “County, I've got your assessment for the herd on the Jacobson's property.”
- >”Let's hear it.”
- “Looks like all of these got dumped by someone running a fluffy mill. They've been in captivity so long, they didn't know grass is food.”
- >”Your reccommendation?”
- >While you talk, you do a more accurate head count.
- “They're not trying to bother anyone. I think they'd be good adoptees; they're not belligerent, they're just scared and starving. Does the shelter have room for...forty-one?”
- >”Hold on...yeah, they're basically empty. Strays and ferals don't stick around here lately, for some reason. I'll let them know you're coming.”
- “All right, I'll round them up. Send another truck out here, there's no way I can carry them all.”
- >You hang up and stand, dusting off your pant legs.
- >”No...no huwt fwuffies?” the jade unicorn asks.
- “No hurt. I'm taking you to a place with food.”
- >You expect them to cheer, to run in happy circles.
- >They still look wary.
- >”Fwuffies haf nummies an' no haf owwies?”
- “No owwies.”
- >They still don't run and cheer. They're too weak and nervous.
- >Instead, they gather around your legs, giving your a shins a trembling hug.
- >”Fank you, fwuffies wan' nummies...”
- >When you don't kick them, or yell at them, the hug becomes more genuine, more firm.
- >By the time the other truck arrives, they're behaving more like normal fluffies do, babbling about nummies and saying they love you.
- >When you go to meet the other worker, the herd shuffles along after you.
- >You count the cages in your truck as the herd greets the 'new fwiend'.
- >The two of you pick up fluffies and begin putting them into cages.
- >”No wan' sowwy box! Fwuffy sowwy, fwuffy sowwy!”
- ”Calm down, you're not in trouble.”
- >”No wan' sowwy box! Fwuffy sowwy twy take nummies!”
- >Soon, your truckbed bears twenty crying fluffies in cages, begging and pleading to get out.
- >Once the other truck is loaded, you drive out of the farm and get on the highway.
- >Twenty minutes later, you're unloading upset fluffies in the shelter parking lot.
- >The two women that run the shelter are horrified about their injuries and hug them.
- >It takes you half an hour to unload. The other guy has to leave on a call, so you wrap up here.
- >The younger of the two women, a dreadlocked, slender girl with a watch cap, eyes you with some disdain.
- >”Looks like you'll have to find some other fluffies to kill.”
- >A lot of people who really have no clue hate your line of work.
- >They consider you State-sponsored butchers, a reputation not helped by the behavior of a vast majority of the people in your department.
- >They seem to forget, or perhaps ignore, that nearly half the fluffies assessed are either left to their own devices or brought in for adoption.
- “If I wanted to kill them, they never would have made it here.”
- >She sneers at you, but her face grows blank as she realizes you're right.
- >You give the older woman the State's paperwork when she comes back out and return to your truck.
- >As you get in, you look the younger woman right in the eye.
- “There are two sides to every coin, ma'am. Good day.”
- >With that, you drive off.
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