Martini 3

>you are fluffy pony martini, a pale green unicorn with darker green mane
>you are good at your job of giving special hugs to pretty mare unicorns
>most fluffy ponies don’t even have jobs. too bad for them.
>BIG MAN chose you because you are healthy and smart. but you are not smarty friend.
>you don’t like smarty friends. they’re mean and selfish.
>you know violet’s belly has gotten big. she can barely move in her cage.
>she can’t make poopies in her litter box that well. that makes BIG MAN upset but it’s not violet’s fault!
>BIG MAN complains about cleaning up her poopies and says he will have to feed her less so she doesn’t get so fat
>the White Sky Ball came. now it is starting to go away. you know it’s time for buzzy tool.
>BIG MAN opens your cage and puts you on The Table. you don’t like The Table.
>it smells like the water BIG MAN once put on your boo-boo when you got hurty from your cage door.
>it’s also where BIG MAN hurts fluffy ponies
>BIG MAN puts you on your back and holds your tummy with his big paw. BIG MAN’s paw is almost as big as your whole body
>BIG MAN takes out buzzy tool. the noise makes you scared. you feel tears in your eyes
>”Jesus christ, will you relax, Martini?”
>you are shaking a little but BIG MAN’s paw holds you still. buzzy tool makes fluff disappear between your legs
>your happy thing is exposed again and a little cold.
>”You’ve got some poop caught in your fluff here, Martini.”
>you barely manage to lift your head enough to see the buzzy tool taking away the fluffy on your belly
>”wher fwuff go?”
>”Trash bag, like usual.” sighs BIG MAN.
>he stands you up on the table. your legs are wobbily.
>”Took a little more than usual… exercise those legs while you can, bucko.”
>”but my name nawt bucko my name mawtini.”
>”Quiet, Martini.”
>BIG MAN places you back in your cage. your legs now unhindered by excess fluff, you trot around the inside of your cage
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>some time later
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>you wake up and hear yelling. BIG MAN and new human are yelling at each other.
>you see all the other fluffies watching. some of them are scared.
>”It’s bullshit, Nathaniel! How fucking hard is it to go to the park or the woods and find fucking ferals?”
>”I’m telling you, man… they’re moving away from this area. I used to get herds of two dozen or more. Now it’s a couple here, a couple there.”
>”We need more breeders. Believe it or not people pay good money for our foals.”
>”I know that.”
>”They pay good money because we IQ test them. We get them smart and healthy. And then we can get foals that are strong and intelligent.”
>”I get it! But I can’t give you what I don’t have.”
>”Well find a new place to hunt them. How hard can it be? This is New Jersey. We got bears up north but otherwise there’s no natural predators.”
>”The fuck are you talking about? There’s turkey vultures, hawks, dogs, even timber rattlesnakes.”
>”Well Jesus, Nathaniel. It’s not like we’re in Ari-fucking-Zona and everything that moves will kill them.”
>”True, but it’s also the most densely populated state which means more cars, more people taking them to adoption centers, more Chinese restaurants…”
>”Wait, what?”
>”Oh, come on… you don’t think that was really Hunan BEEF you were eating earlier, do you?”
>”Just go find me some fluffies.”
>”Fine, fine.”
>new human goes away. BIG MAN leans back on The Table and glances around the room.
>”Shit.”
>”daddy! viowet need make poopies!”
>*sigh* “For the last time, Violet, I’m not your… oh shit. You’re birthing!”
>birth? you know that word - it means new fluffy babies!
>some of the other mares start chattering at violet about her new babies.
>”viowet hungwy”
>”You can eat after you have the babies.”
>”viowet wann eat naow.”
>”SHUT UP, VIOLET!”
>BIG MAN opens her cage and puts her on The Table, then moves violet onto a towel. he flips her on her back.
>”Come on. Frank’ll be back with lunch soon.”
>”viowet no wann have babehs! viowet wanna EAT!”
>BIG MAN’s eye twitches. you know what’s coming if violet doesn’t behave.
>REALLY bad fluffys make BIG MAN’s eye twitch. you shudder, remembering their screams.
>”Violet, do NOT fuck with me today. You help push those foals out and you clean them and feed them.”
>”no! viowet no wann babehs. viowet wanna EAT! EAT EAT EAT! viowet wann nummies NAOW!”
>she actually manages to lean forward and bite BIG MAN’s hand. her bite is weak but BIG MAN is really mad now.
>”You. Fucking. Cunt. You’re about to have a REALLY bad day.”
>”viowet no! pwease no make bigman mad! pwease have babehs!”
>”Quiet, Martini. Eat your food. This little girl just made a big mistake.”
>”ohno! viowet pwease take cawe babehs!”
>BIG MAN goes to sunset’s cage. she is a purple earth pony with a yellow and orange mane. she’s beautiful.
>”Congratulations, Sunset. Time to ween your foals.”
>BIG MAN roughly removes three foals from suckling on Sunset’s teats. they were born when the White Sky Ball came.
>”no pwease dun take babehs! not weady fo fluffy food yet! need momma milkies!”
>”Take it up with management, Sunset.”
>BIG MAN wraps a blankie around the inside of a plastic crate and tosses the crying foals into it.
>”monstah man take babehs from mommy! pwease go back to mommy!”
>BIG MAN is getting angrier. he leans over the three scared foals.
>”SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
>amazingly, the foals stop their crying. they’re hugging each other for support.
>BIG MAN throws the crate into an open cage.
>”You stay quiet or you don’t get food and water later.”
>the three foals huddle together in their crate, afraid to come out. they’re safer there for now
>BIG MAN goes back to The Table. violet has managed to flip onto her belly and is trying to negotiate dropping to the floor
>”The hell you will, girl.”
>BIG MAN grabs violet by the back of her head and roughly flips her onto her back again
>”you no huwty viowet!”
>”You squeeze those goddam babies out now or I swear to god they will die inside that fat stomach of yours.”
>”no wanna!”
>violet puffs her cheeks and blows a raspberry at BIG MAN. you hide under your blankie. you don’t want to see what happens next
>you hear a *smack* and violet starts crying. peeking out from under your blankie you see fresh blood flowing from her nose
>”viowet pwease donn make bigman mad” you whisper
>BIG MAN pours the smelly water on violet’s tummy
>”Gotta disinfect you, bitch.”
>”violet no like smewwy wawa!”
>”Don’t care.”
>BIG MAN takes cutty knife and slices it down violet’s belly. the cutty knife is small but the blade is really sharp
>violet is now screaming in pain and crying for BIG MAN to stop
>”I thought you were hungry, bitch. I’m just making room.”
>BIG MAN plucks out four blind, wet foals. he lightly smacks violet across the face with each one.
>”Gotta make them cry so they clear their throats. It’s science.” he growls.
>BIG MAN lays his heavy tool box on top of violet’s crying, bleeding body.
>”Now don’t go anywhere.”
>”naooooow! huwties! huwties so bad! pwease no take babehs! viowet sowwy! pwease no more huwties!”
>”You had your chance, shithead.”
>BIG MAN plops the foals down next to sunset.
>”Sunset, you clean them and feed them. Understand?”
>sunset, already upset at having her foals taken before weening time, is crying from seeing violet getting carved up
>her voice is barely above a whisper
>”sunset take cawe of viowet babehs. pwease no huwty sunset.”
>BIG MAN slams the door shut, scaring the newborns again. sunset silently licks them clean
>her eyes never leave the bloody, twitching body of violet, barely visible under the tool box.
>BIG MAN moves the tool box.
>”daddy pwease viowet no wann huwtie no mowr! viowet sowwy she make daddy mad! pwease make huwty stop!”
>”I told you,” BIG MAN says, taking a power drill from the tool box, “I ain’t your daddy.”
>BIG MAN puts the power drill under violet’s chin. you hide under your blankie again
>you hear the sound of the Drilly Tool. BIG MAN usually uses it to fix The Room.
>you know exactly what he’s doing with it now.
>violet’s cries are reduced to a gurgle, then silence
>”What the fuck is this shit?”
>”Fucking bitch didn’t want to take care of her newborns and she fucking bit me.”
>”Jesus, man… couldn’t you just beat her ass with a newspaper?”
>”we can’t be breeding bitches that are so uppity.”
>”well I hope to shit Nathaniel finds some more ferals, because we’re starting to run out.
>”Lemme see what I can do. I’ll bet I know a place we can find a bunch of them.”
>”Fine. Clean this fucking mess up, though.”
>BIG MAN scrapes violet’s carcass into the trash can
>”Hey, Martini… you want to go for a walk and really exercise those legs?”
>”Go… wawk? owside?”
>”That’s right, buddy. We’re gonna go find some new friends for you.”
>”new fwends? fo huggies and pway? an special hugs?”
>”That’s right.”
>you’ve already forgotten about violet. you get to go outside! the other fluffies will be so jealous!
>”less go find new fwens!”
>looks like it’s going to be a good day after all.