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- >You are very quiet coming down the stairs to basement two, which smells like hell.
- >It's dark, so all the dams are asleep.
- >The walls and floor are cold concrete, so you have to be easy to avoid waking them.
- >You step lightly, using a pen light to check on each resting dam individually.
- >There are the same number of cages down here as in basement one, but only one fluffy resides in each.
- >You hear quiet mewling from one of the cages after a few moments. You head over to investigate.
- >A red pegasus dam with a blue mane is whimpering as you approach. “Chewwy sowwy, Chewwy don' know wha happen...”
- >You shine the light into the cage and see a bloodstain and five foals on the carpeting.
- >”Chewwy sowwy, Chewwy wuv babehs but babehs no wuv Chewwy back,” she mewls. You quietly open the door and reach in to check the foals.
- >All five are still slimy, but none are breathing. The whole litter was stillborn.
- >You hear steps behind you. One bank of lights comes on, but it isn't enough to stir the sleeping dams.
- >”Oh, Cherry had her litter overnight?” a young punk chick whispers, walking up beside you.
- “Fancy seeing you down here, Sarah.”
- >She smirks. “I love the smell of foal shit in the morning, it means money. How are her babies?”
- “Stillborn.”
- >Sarah glares at the quietly sobbing dam, who shrinks back into a corner and sniffles.
- >”That's the third fucking litter in a row. Dead foals don't cover the payments on my 911 Carrera, Cherry.”
- >”Chewwy sowwy...Chewwy wan' twy wuv babehs 'gain, pwease no take...”
- >You remove the foals and put them in the garbage can nearby.
- “They're dead, Cherry.”
- >”Pwease no take, pwease gif babehs...wan' wuv babehs...”
- >You move on to check the remaining cages on this wall.
- >Behind you, Sarah takes out her frustrations. She pulls Cherry from her cage, wraps her tattooed hands around the dam's neck, and starts squeezing.
- >Cherry's wings flutter desperately. She weakly hits Sarah's arms with her front hooves.
- >”All you had to do was give me living, breathing foals,” she hisses.
- >She applies so much pressure, Cherry's eyes bulge out of her head slightly.
- >”We fed you, cleaned up your endless piles of shit, gave you a dry place to sleep. And you repay us with slimy little corpses?”
- >Cherry tries to beg, but only gets enough air to make a quiet, pathetic wheezing sound.
- >”You know what? No. Death is too good for you.”
- >She walks over to you, one hand still clenching Cherry's neck so she won't scream and wake up the other dams.
- >She waves at the four large pens in the middle of the room. Three are filled with foals.
- >The foals are sorted by type, so one is full of pegasus, another unicorns, and the last earth ponies. The fourth pen is empty.
- >”Do you need another pegasus feeder?”
- >You think for a moment.
- “Actually, yeah. Melon died yesterday, I just hadn't picked her replacement yet.”
- >Sarah grins, lifting up the trembling, wheezing Cherry. “Here she is. Start the hormone treatment.”
- “Put her on the table, I'll get her after I'm done walking the cages.”
- >Sarah drops Cherry onto on the metal table. She reaches down, grabs a roll of duct tape, and wraps her muzzle shut.
- >”Mmm? Mmm! Mmmaa!” Cherry whines, wobbling around on the table as she tries to get the tape off her face.
- >”At least you managed not to shit on me this time,” Sarah growls, walking back up the stairs.
- >You finish the cage check. No other dams gave birth overnight, but seven are close to full swell.
- >The foals are beginning to stir. They climb over each other to be first in line for breakfast.
- >They slowly wander toward immobile, grotesquely swollen mares, one in each corner of each pen, except for the pegasus pen, which has an empty corner.
- >Like the rest of the fluffies, their stomachs are shaved. Their distended teats show signs of constant suckling.
- >These mares have been pumped so full of hormones and chemicals, their bodies think they are in a state of perpetual pregnancy.
- >Their teats are loaded with milk to feed foals inside them that don't exist.
- >Instead, the dirty foals in the pen take it.
- >The weekly pen cleaning hasn't yet occurred. Everything in them is soaked with fluffy shit.
- >The foals waddle around and slip on piles of feces and puddles of urine.
- >The feeder mares are brown everywhere but their backs, which face out of the pens.
- >Fortunately, they're given obscene amounts of antibiotics to fight infections, and the basement temperature is high enough that they don't die of hypothermia.
- >These antibiotics are passed to the foals through their milk, which saves you the trouble of shooting up hundreds of foals.
- >The feeders awaken as the foals suckle, and their complaints begin.
- >”Fwuffy no wan' be big anymo'...” one of the earth feeders moans. “Fwuffy no feew good in tummy pwace...”
- >”Why no babehs? Fwuffy big wong time, how time 'til babehs come?” a unicorn cries.
- >”No smeww pwetty...fwuffy wan' wun, fwuffy wan' weggies wowk,” a pegasus says.
- >They say things like this constantly while they're awake.
- >Since the foals suckle until they fall asleep, that's usually about eighteen hours a day worth of whining.
- >Two at a time, the foals feed until they get full and wobble away.
- >You check the pens for foals that aren't trying to eat.
- >If they aren't pissing or shitting, they're dead.
- >You grab a push broom and sweep the corpses to one side.
- >A shockingly small amount of foals die every night, usually two or three in each pen.
- >”Wha? Wha?” one of the seemingly dead unicorn foals bleats as you push him with the broom.
- “Sorry, kid. Thought you were taking a dirt nap.”
- >”Wha? Wha?” he chants, waddling over to a feeder mare. That's the only actual word he knows at the moment.
- >You fish out the corpses and trash them. You can now power wash the pens and their contents.
- >First, though, you need to deal with Cherry.
- >You walk over to the table.
- >”Mm! Mmmmmm!”
- “Quiet.”
- >You reach into the storage cabinet and grab a hypodermic needle. You attach to it a syringe full of a hazy grey liquid.
- >You smirk as you remember the hormone dosage instructions: 1 mL per 24 hours. The syringe contains 20 doses.
- >You hold Cherry down and stab her in the torso, poking around until you're sure you've got flesh and not fluff.
- >You empty the syringe into her.
- >”MMMMM! MMM!”
- >She wiggles under your hand and tries to scream, but the tape muffles her.
- “Trust me, Cherry, tomorrow you'll wish this was all that was happening to you.”
- >Since the dams are still asleep, you leave the tape on Cherry's mouth and put her back in her bloody cage.
- >Before you can wash the pens, one of the heavily swollen unicorn dams wakes up.
- >Her legs wiggle frantically as she wobbles on her side. “Uh oh! Feew poopies!”
- >You quickly walk over. Her body contorts in a way that doesn't happen when fluffies need to crap.
- “Easy, Bluebell, it's not poopies.”
- >You carefully remove her and bring her to the table. This is her first litter, so you want to make sure things go smoothly.
- >To help her along, you squeeze her stomach a little. Soon, a crying foal plops out from her shaved hindquarters.
- >”Babeh! Bwuebeww heaw babeh!”
- >You continue squeezing gently. Three more foals emerge.
- >They all squeak and slide around on the table, searching for their mother.
- >”Hewe babehs, come hewe!” Bluebell calls them, resting on her side. The foals eventually find her tummy fluff and hug it. Instinctively, she licks them clean.
- >This is one of the few parts of the process where the fluffies themselves make things easier.
- >You wait quietly as she looks her foals over.
- >Suddenly, she blurts out “Wuv aww babehs! Aww babehs good babehs!”
- >No rejections. All the foals are healthy.
- >She looks at you as you approach the table again; she's tired, but pleased.
- >“Bwuebeww so happy...haf so many good babehs...”
- >You pick them up as they try to suckle her.
- >You type and sex them. Two females and two males, all unicorns.
- >”Mista wuv babehs too? Babehs good!” she babbles.
- >She gets quiet when you don't give them back, and instead walk away to set them down in the unicorn pen, next to a feeder mare.
- >When you come back to the table to get her, she finally deduces what happened.
- >”Why mista take babehs? Wuv babehs, gif back pwease!”
- >You shrug as you put her back in her cage.
- >When she realizes she isn't getting her babies back, she starts banging her head against the cage wire.
- >”Wan' babehs! Bwuebeww wan' babehs! Gif babehs back! Wan' babehs! WAN' BABEHS!” she yells.
- >The other dams awaken and start chattering about the welfare of their own, unborn children.
- >Oh well. You needed to clean the cages and feed everyone anyway. The pens can wait.
- >Before you go back up to get the food, you return to Cherry, reach in her cage, and rip off the duct tape on her muzzle.
- >”Owwies! Mouf owwies take fwuff! Gif back fwuff to Chewwy!” she yells.
- >You ball up the tape and throw it into the trash with the dead foals.
- >Then you head up to start preparing meals for the rest of the fluffies.
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