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- FractalFluff, February 19, 2014; 17:13 / FB 18139
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- (Hugbuse? Ab-box? Just don't know anymore. Why did I even write this? I think my brain is broken.)
- BANDIT'S NEW JOB
- >Be a shelter operative.
- >Not especially keen on fluffies
- >Okay, you think fluffies are a horrible mistake.
- >But it's not their fault
- >And you feel sorry for the little freaks.
- >You spay, neuter, euthanize
- >All without rancour.
- >You treat the all shelter fluffies as well as you can.
- >Except for a few.
- >Abusive Smarty-friends, serial foal-killers, and milk bandits.
- >They get all of your buried ire.
- >The daytime crew caught a milk bandit today
- >They've put him in a sorry-box
- >Instead of the usual timer on top, there's a note:
- >"MILK BANDIT", it reads. "All yours, pal."
- >Then, in smaller text:
- >"Killed two litters in his old herd + one in here. Get creative!"
- >Then there's a smiley face.
- >All yours, pal.
- >You smile at the bandit.
- >"Dummeh hoomin!" he snaps through the tiny barred aperture in the sorry-box.
- >"Wet Smawty out NAO! Gif bigges owwies!"
- >A milk bandit AND an abusive Smarty?
- >You prepare to get very creative.
- >A deliberate quadruple amputation could cost you your job
- >But there's nothing in the rules about restraints.
- >There's a four-point rack available for "anxious" fluffies
- >Its supposed to be humane
- >There are four posts, each with an elastic-and-Velcro shackle
- >And optional body-belt, neck and head restraints
- >With blinkers for nervous ponies.
- >It can be positioned with the posts vertical, to allow the fluffy to stand
- >Or horizontal, so restrained mothers can sit or lie down to feed their babies.
- >Perfect.
- >With many flicks and squeezes you place the Smarty in the restraints.
- >He screams about all of the owwies he's going to give you:
- >"YU DUMMEH HOOMIN! SMAWTY AM SMAWTY! GIF BIGGES OWWIES! GIF YU MAWES SPESHUW HUGGIES! MAKE WOTSA SMAWTY TUMMEH-BABBEHS! GIF YU FOWEVAH SWEEPIES AN TAKE WAND! GONNA GIF SOWWY POOPIES!"
- >Till you muzzle him.
- >You flip him over so that he's lying on his back.
- >First, you shave his belly from his chest to the base of his tail.
- >Muffled yells and threats dissolve into muffled pleas
- >And the occasional muffled squeak
- >You "accidentally" nick him in some sensitive regions.
- >"Milk bandit, huh?" you say.
- >"Does da widdle fwuffy wike his miwky-wiwkies, dens?"
- >You cut off a section of the heavy-duty adhesive plasters the shelter uses to patch up injured ponies
- >More like fabric duct-tape than anything.
- >The shelter fixes all its fluffies, except the pregnant dams
- >But uses this new hack some vet came up with: a "humane" and "non-invasive" method
- >Reversible, leaves fluffies' sex drives and external bits intact.
- >So you can't actually cut off his junk.
- >He doesn't know that.
- >"I guess if you want to be a big baby, you don't mind giving up special huggies!"
- >Pick up a big elastic band
- >Whip off his muzzle. You want to hear this.
- >You want the other fluffies to hear it too.
- >"Say goodbye to your no-nos, Bandit!"
- >"NUUU! Fwuffy nee' noh-nohs! Wuv noh-nohs! Pwease nu take noh-nohs pwease pwease PWEAAAAA — "
- >Pull back the band, give 'em a good PING
- >He can't see what you're doing
- >The searing pain convinces him that he's been gelded.
- >"NUUUUU! Noh-nohs goooooooone!"
- >Tuck his shrunken, throbbing junk into the abdominal cavity
- >Slap the plaster over it all, leaving just a small gap for pee.
- >What you have in mind will do away with any little urges he might get.
- >Let him see the apparently blank spot where his bits ought to be.
- >"Huuhuuhuu... munstah take noh-nohs... huuu..."
- >Before doing your rounds that night
- >You give him the first of many hormone shots
- >("Owwwiee... why huwt Fwuffy... huuhuuhuu...")
- >And prepare a detailed treatment plan for the day shift to follow:
- >Shots
- >Restraints
- >Special kibble.
- >You set everything up so it's handy for the staff
- >Assign his specialized care to a couple of colleagues who you trust to go along with it.
- >After a couple of days he's coming along nicely
- >No longer begs for his no-nos back
- >Though he still pleads for his legs.
- >Since he can't move them, he assumes he's an amputee.
- >With the proper care (regular adjustment, repositioning, rub-downs)
- >All he should lose is a little muscle tone.
- >But he doesn't know that.
- >"Your leggies hate you. They ran away."
- >"Wahh! Come back, weggies! Pweeeease!"
- >"Nope! You're neeeeever going to see them again."
- >"Huuhuuhuu..."
- >Best of all
- >The two swellings just above his crotch are really blossoming.
- >He's about a fluffy A-cup after two days.
- >The fenugreek in the kibble makes him smell like maple syrup.
- >After a week of shots and Happy Mummah Kibble he's really filling out
- >Take off his head and neck restraints, let him see his body.
- >"Wahhh..? Fwuffy haf... Fwuffy haf miwkie pwaces..?"
- >"Big fat milkie places!" you tell him cheerfully.
- >"HUUHUUHUUUU! NU WAN! NU WAN MIWKIE PWACES!"
- >Trapped in the classic "huggies-please" pose
- >He jolts and writhes in his restraints
- >"WAN NOH-NOHS! WAN WEGGIES! WAN BE STAWWION 'GAIN!"
- >Laughing, you park him so that the other fluffies get a good eyeful
- >They know who he is and what he did.
- >They can't get to him
- >(You're not THAT evil)
- >But he can hear and see them.
- >All the stallions calling him a "pwetty mawe!"
- >Offering to give him tummy-babies
- >The mares gesturing and laughing
- >Asking where his babies are
- >Telling him he should be feeding his foals...
- >Huh.
- >Now there's an idea.
- >You start pumping him.
- >Nothing comes out at first
- >But with regular assistance
- >He begins to lactate.
- >You give the regular vet a sample of the milk, saying it's from one of the nursing mothers
- >There's a slight trace of the female hormone in the mix
- >You cut back his shots, sample again
- >It tests okay.
- >The shelter is always getting orphaned foals.
- >Hand-feeding takes up a lot of time
- >Rack feeding has a high mortality rate
- >A wet-nurse is always the best option
- >But there are so few mothers willing to foster a foal.
- >Bandit becomes a loving wet-nurse
- >A noise-cancelling muzzle and a couple of speakers replace his sobs and wails with affectionate maternal cooing and singing.
- >Most times, one or two happy foals nurse obliviously from his abundant teats
- >They're the only company he gets.
- >He no longer fights.
- >Just slumps in his rack
- >Muzzle permanently stained with bitter tears
- >The note the day shift left is still pinned up over his isolation pen
- >Just one small amendment:
- >BANDIT has been crossed out
- >And BAG written in.
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