The Perfect Job

>You are anon.
>You are the happiest man alive.
>You can’t believe that you have your dream job.
>The fluffy pony population has exploded and the government has stepped up efforts to curb their population.
>And in their hiring frenzy they hired you!
>Fuck yea!
>The best thing is that they don’t care how you dispose of the fluffies.
>And you have plans.
>Oh you have plans.
>The pen assigned to you sets there staring in fear.
>They know you are here to give them owies.
>They are huddling, shaking and crying.
>”pwease nuu gif sowwies…”, “Fwuffy gif huggies fo daddeh….”, “Fwuffy nuu wan owies…”
>There tears are delicious.
>And the government is paying you to do this!
>You pull out your table with all the devices on it.
>You bring up a scalpel and let the glint of the blade shine in their faces.
>They whine pitifully.
>You bring up the file and drag your finger across it.
>It is hard a rough against your skin.
>You smile.
>The pain this will make against a fluffies tender hoof will be exquisite.
>You pick up a hack saw and test it against the side of the table.
>It cuts easily.
>You can’t help but to giggle as you set it back down.
>The rest of the tools look up at you begging to be used.
>You can’t wait to get started.
>You reach into the pen.
>It is hilarious how these little shit bags truddle about trying to keep from getting caught.
>You easily grab one up that had closed its eyes and ran toward you.
>”Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy! Am gud fwuffy! Pwease!”
>Its cute how its little legs kick about.
>You carry it over to euthanization the table.
>”Wahhhhhh! Nuu wan owies! Wahhhh! Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy! Wahhhhhhhh!”
>You can’t belive the government is paying you to take care of your abuse boner!
>You hold him down and strap his legs down.
>You pull up the large wiggling dildo.
>The fluffy screams in terror when he sees it.
>Not yet… too soon for this.
>You set it back down and bring up a drill.
>It is already plugged into the wall.
>Government spares no expense!
>It has a half inch drill bit already in place.
*Whrrrrr….*
*WHRRRRRRRRR!”
>You rev it a few times.
>The fluffy screams in terror.
>It starts to shake its head from side to side.
>You grab it and hold it still.
>The fluffy is panting as you bring the drill closer to its eye.
*WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
>You have it going full blast.
>You slowly lower it down.
>The fluffy is too dumb to close its eyes to try to avoid what is coming.
>The fluff around his is starting to twist about from the wind from the drill bit.
*WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
>Fuck its great being a government employee!
*WHRRR-RRrrrr….Whrrrrrr…”
>The fuck?
>The bit stops spinning.
>You pick it up looking at it pulling the trigger watching as nothing happens.
>The door to the room flies open, “Ok every one! Wrap it up and go home!”
>You turn and see your supervisor walking in, “What’s up?”
>He walks over and takes your fluffy off the table, “Fucking government shut down! We’re all out of a job!”
>”But-“
>”No goddamn buts! We don’t even have money to keep the fluffies!”
>He opens the pen and runs the fluffies out the door.
>”Hey! I can still kill fluffies though right?
>He turns around, “What!? People are out of work and you want to do work for free so they can’t find a job!?”
>He gets in your face, “You are the worst fucking scum!”
>You look at him, “Well what the fuck do I do now?”
>He starts to walk out, “Just collect unemployment!”
>Whoa! That’s a pretty good….
>Wait a minute!
>”Hey! I can’t collect unemployment! The government is shut down!”
>”Well I guess you’re doubly fucked! Enjoy being defunded!”, he slams the door on his way out.
>You look at your table and all the equipment you will never use.
>”Wow… working for the government sucks!”