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- >The evening routine is somehow one of the easier parts of your job.
- >It starts with selecting foals to be sent upstairs to replenish stock.
- >Foals take about two weeks to start referring to themselves as their gender.
- >This is a sure sign that they are ready to be weaned and sold off.
- >You pick up foals and ask them what they are.
- >Any foal that replies “I cowt!” or “I fiwwy!” is placed into the empty fourth pen.
- >Foals that reply “I wittle fwuffy!” need two or three more days, but should be ready.
- >Any foal that hasn't learned words besides 'wuv', 'mumma', or 'huggies' after two weeks is thrown into the nearby trash can.
- >Foals of certain colors have higher priority. White, for instance.
- >Black, silver, red, pink, and bright colors like orange and yellow are also very popular.
- >Blue, purple and green are seasonal colors. They're not popular right now.
- >You have more leeway when sorting priority color foals, and only throw them out if they know no words at all.
- >Tomorrow, Sarah will bring her twin unicorns down here.
- >They will train the sorted foals to use litter boxes, which is the main complaint owners have about young fluffies.
- >Steve comes by and tells you how many foals are needed.
- >The store sold seventy foals today.
- >That's a lot, but you have a pool of about two hundred and fifty foals to choose from for their replacements.
- >Seventy-two foals end up in the fourth pen.
- “Crap, we've got two foals too many.”
- >A pumpkin-colored pegasus comes over to you when you say that.
- >”Too many? You no wan' fiwwy anymo'?” she sniffles.
- “You understood me?”
- >She nods rapidly. “Say too many, no wan' go 'way, good fiwwy! Pwease no go 'way...”
- >Because of the extremely high nutritional intake, foals like this aren't too unusual.
- >They're still dumb as bricks, mind you, but they have decent common sense.
- >You reach down and pet her gently.
- “Don't worry, little one. We'll find room for you.”
- >”Fank you! Fiwwy wuv big fwiend!”
- >You'll tell Sarah about her before you leave.
- >Intelligent fluffies bring high prices, but aren't usually sold to regular customers.
- >Instead, she'll likely get sold off to a low-volume breeder, where she'll be condemned to the life her mother lives.
- >The last thing you need to do with the foals is select future stallions to replace the ones Steve threw out.
- >Sometimes, Sarah will go find herds and take stallions from them.
- >With large stockpiles of foals like this, however, it's easier to promote colts.
- >You pluck out two white colts, one unicorn and one earth fluffy.
- >A bright red pegasus and pink unicorn also get selected and all four go upstairs.
- >Once you've replaced the four future stallions with other ready-to-wean (or nearly ready-to-wean) foals, it's time for the fluffy shuffle.
- >This is the process of moving dams that have foaled back to basement one, and dams that are beginning to visibly swell to basement two.
- >Rob, who was helping with the foals at street level, returns to assist you and Steve.
- >The reliable, obedient dams get the honor of walking up under their own power.
- >The swelling dams coming down are never allowed to do that. They are all carried.
- >Before they go, the dams will go over to the foal pens and try to encourage their babies to come with them.
- >The babies hardly ever listen. Since they were only with their mothers for a few moments, they don't really recognize them.
- >”Is mumma! Miss mumma!”
- >But sometimes, that happens.
- >There are three unicorn foals in their pen trying to hug their mother through the bars.
- >The icy blue dam is starting to cry because she can't make the bars go away.
- >”Meanie sticks! Wan' babehs! Pwease come wif mumma, babehs!”
- “You know better than that, Chilly. Get up the stairs.”
- >”Chiwwy wan' babehs, pwease wet haf babehs,” she pleads.
- >You glare at her, and she relents, waddling away.
- >”Jus' wan' babehs, gif wuvs...”
- >You herd the walking dams up the steps while carrying two more under your arms.
- >The red sticker mares are all in the sex pits while they await transfer down below.
- >Steve is ready to file the paperwork while you and Rob re-cage the dams.
- >He stands at a table with a stack of new manila envelopes and documents.
- >You each call out the name of the fluffy as you put it in.
- “Jade and Ruby in here.”
- >With practiced hands, he rifles through the documents, puts them in an envelope, and writes their names on the front.
- >After he attaches the yellow stickers, he hands you the envelope to tape to the cage.
- >”Bluebell and Marble are in this one.”
- >”Got it, here's the paperwork.”
- >This process takes about two hours, after which you turn off the lights in basement two and send the dams to sleep.
- >Steve shakes his hand furiously. “Damn, man. I hate scribbling on all those envelopes.”
- >You watch Sunflower and her new cage mate, Topaz. The former is totally ignoring the latter.
- >”Why no wan' huggies, Sunfwowa? Topaz fwiend!”
- >”Go 'way. Wan' babehs. No wan' Topaz.”
- >Topaz looks genuinely crestfallen and waddles away to a corner. “Meanie poni...”
- >You glance down at your watch.
- “All right, anyone that hasn't eaten yet and wants to better do it now. We're taking the bowls in a few minutes.”
- >You take this time to walk the cages once again. A few fluffies are eating, but most just waddle around in their cages.
- >Steve and Rob are having a conversation behind you about having to write all the breeding info by hand.
- >Most of the fluffies say hello to you or try to hug you, but some are already asleep.
- >Everything seems normal until you get to a cage with two unshaved stallions.
- >What is that noise?
- “Hey, quiet for a second.”
- >Steve and Rob fall silent and watch you as you approach the cage.
- >The two pegasus fluffies within, one forest green and the other burgundy, are snuggled very close and lying on their sides.
- >They pay you no attention as you look in their cage.
- >It's quiet, but audible. ”Eenf...eenf! Eenf...”
- >You've gotta be kidding.
- >You'd heard stories about gay fluffies when you worked for another breeder, but this is the first time you've actually seen any.
- >Rob and Steve walk over, unable to believe what they're hearing.
- >The burgundy pegasus, which is the one being mounted, finally notices he's being watched.
- >”Hewwo! Gundy get speciaw hugs fwom boyfwiend!”
- >The other pegasus stops humping and looks at you, but says nothing.
- >Soon, he goes back to humping, squeaking out little 'eenf' noises.
- >You retrieve their papers from the envelope and check where they came from.
- >They were bought, dirt-cheap, from a garage breeder outfit that went under.
- >You look at the stallions again as they hump each other tenderly.
- >”Dude, what are we supposed to do?” Steve asks. “Should we tell Sarah?”
- >You think for a moment, the silence broken only by gentle 'eenf' sounds.
- “Not necessary. I have an idea.”
- >You grab the burgundy pegasus from the cage. The green one begins bawling immediately.
- >”Gif back boyfwiend! Gif! Fowest wan' huggies!”
- >You look around for unshaven stallions while the wriggling pegasus in your hand tries to buck you.
- >You point over to a dark grey earth fluffy.
- “Check his origin for me, Rob.”
- >He does. “Feral, came from a herd near the reservoir.”
- “Grab him. Steve, get two new envelopes and write this down. Granite is being switched with Gundy.”
- >”Gundy wan' boyfwiend! Gundy no wike dis! Wet Gundy down!”
- >The two fluffies are swapped out.
- >Forest tries to give a regular hug to Granite, but gets snapped at.
- >”Owwies! Gwanite meanie fwuffy! No wike!”
- “Granite, don't make me beat your ass. You don't have to like him, but don't hurt him.”
- >”Gwanite sowwy...”
- >”Gundy wan' boyfwiend! Gif back! Gif Fowest! Wan' huggies! Wan' huggies!”
- >The lavender pegasus that is Gundy's new cage mate is confused.
- >”Why cwyin'? Wan' huggies? Hyacinf gif new fwiend huggies!”
- “Let him be, Hyacinth.”
- >”Wha? New fwiend need huggies! New fwiend cwy...”
- >Gundy pounds lightly on the cage bars. Forest calls back, but is hiding in the corner to get away from Granite.
- “We'll check them in the morning to see if they tried to fuck the new fluffies we put them with.”
- >”What if they have?” Rob asks.
- “We'll get the stun guns and reset them. If that doesn't work...”
- >You don't need to finish that sentence; everyone already knows what will happen.
- >With the situation addressed, the hour for fluffy bedtime has arrived.
- >The three of you remove the food bowls. Most are empty, but some haven't been touched.
- >Those come from stallions and mares that are still new. They'll learn.
- >Or starve, which isn't unheard of.
- >As Rob and Steve carry the bowls back to storage, you make a final sweep of the basement.
- >Gundy and Forest continue to cry out for each other, but they'll get tired soon.
- >You're done here. You flip off the lights and head up.
- >Shouts of “Why dawk?!”, “Gif back eyes! No see!” and “Sweepy time?” ring out in the dark.
- >You change out of the jumpsuit and back into street clothes before heading through the offices.
- >There are still some customers out in the shop area.
- >Sarah, along with some of the topside staff, take out foals to show buyers.
- >The suckers fall for it every single time. Those foals start hugging people, and it's over.
- >”They just look so healthy and happy! The price premium is totally worth it,” you hear some yuppie say.
- >Instead of interrupting, you just leave a note for Sarah in her office about the orange pegasus foal.
- >You clock out, waving at everyone as you leave, and head out to the street.
- >Sarah's black Porsche is parked in front of your car...a blue BMW M3 coupe.
- >Those fluffies may be miserable, but your bank account is very, very happy.
- Author's note: And thus our look at a day in the life of the fluffy factory ends. This won't be the last time I write about it, though. Probably going to do a bunch of one shots from the humans' perspective, like deathproofpony's Martini series, and some more fluffy-view stories too.
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- This just proves to me fluffy ponies have more love and compassion then humans.
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