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- >One week on, and the pregnant mares consume food during their every waking moment.
- >They're already the size they would be after two weeks.
- >They're not done growing yet.
- >”Why stiww hung'y, Fewn haf nummies!”
- >”Chiwwy no wan' mo' nummies, tummy haf owwies!”
- >They are no longer in control of their appetites.
- >Their brains constantly demand food.
- >Because of the massive intake, and the swelling, to ensure they can still shit special tubes have been inserted.
- >They've also all been moved down to basement two.
- >There are few foals left in the pens here, only twenty or so.
- >The vocal feeders whine about the milk collecting in their teats.
- >”Tummy huwt! Why babehs no wan' miwk? Dwink miwk!”
- >The fuck pillows, now feeders, are silent.
- >Each pen has six feeders. They've been rotated to sit on their rear ends.
- >The pen that would usually be empty has six feeders as well.
- >The five foals in the pen drink their milk, but it's not nearly enough demand to ease the swelling in their teats.
- >Help is on the way.
- >The forty dams not involved in the orgy will have labor induced in a few days.
- >These foals are going to be the guinea pigs, ensuring the new feeders are making proper milk.
- >They have another job, too.
- >It's Saturday when Sarah orders labor to be induced.
- >Tiffany is in charge of this, and she does it in her usual style: violently.
- >She takes the dam upstairs so the other dams won't be scared.
- >You can hear her shocking the dam in question to cause stress labor.
- >She comes back down with the crying, bloody foals, hands them to you, and they get hooked up to the new feeders.
- >This process repeats thirty-nine more times.
- >Sometimes she comes back with five foals, sometimes only one or two.
- >Eight times, she comes back down with none, but she has a smile on her face.
- >Steve, overseeing the process, confirms that these were stillbirths and not Tiffany's doing when he comes down.
- >All told, the regular dams bore ninety-six foals. That's plenty.
- >The feeders are relieved, praising the bad babies for drinking their milk.
- >Things run as normal for the next few days.
- >No more breeding occurs, so stallions get to stay in the sex pits, running and playing.
- >You monitor the foals, making sure the milk is good.
- >All the new feeders are working out fine. The foals develop rapidly.
- >By the second Monday after the orgy, the foals – their number down to sixty-eight, due to sales – run and play and hug, happy as can be.
- >That happiness is about to go away.
- >The sleeping dams in the cages are swollen beyond belief.
- >They are somehow even bigger than the feeders.
- >You've already seen two dead dams. You remove them one at a time and take them to the tables.
- >They're suffocated to death; with wombs so full of foals, their lungs were crushed when the babies shifted around.
- >You're cutting them open just as Steve arrives.
- >”Whoa, what happened to them?”
- “Come over here and see.”
- >This is why you only do this once a year.
- >This is why, in actuality, being a fluffy mare down here normally isn't that bad.
- >You pop the uterus of the dead orange unicorn as Steve watches.
- >Twenty-two developed foals spill out onto the table.
- >Six of them were crushed, and are stillborn.
- >Ten begin to cry immediately, waving their stubby limbs in a frantic search for fluff.
- >Three more begin to cry after a minute.
- >The other three are writeoffs.
- >You and Steve clean the live foals and set them in the pens.
- >The older foals, as usual, think these are their siblings. They help them feed.
- >You cut open the other dead dam, a bluish pegasus.
- >Twenty foals come out.
- >Fifteen of these live, and go into the pens.
- >Sarah arrives with Tiffany.
- >”Is it time?” the boss asks.
- “Yeah. I'm sure Tiffany is excited.”
- >She smirks, holding up a stun gun. Crazy bitch.
- >After you've discarded the emaciated corpses, you prepare to do the living dams.
- >”Pwease hewp...tummy so big...haf aww babehs...” Ruby wheezes as you take her out.
- >”Oh, I'll help you all right,” Tiffany grins.
- >She shocks Ruby, causing the red earth fluffy to shudder and gasp.
- >You don't even need to massage her. Instead, you grip her by the waist, pressing in.
- >Her skin is incredibly taut.
- >After a few seconds, foals begin coming out, two and three at a time.
- >A cacophony of fearful chirps fills the air.
- >The other dams don't even wake up. They're too taxed, having given everything short of their lives to sustain the tiny hordes within them.
- >Once Ruby is back to her normal size, she begins to regain some of her liveliness.
- >”So many babehs! Wubee wuv aww babehs! Come to Wubee!”
- >She checks them, but you clean them; it's faster. Seventeen pass the test and go into the pens.
- >The older foals are having a field day.
- >”Hewp fin' nummies!” they chirp, shepherding foals to the feeders.
- >Lemondrop is next. When she gets shocked, twenty-one foals emerge, of which fifteen pass muster.
- >”Why...why haf so many babehs?” she wheezes afterward. “No can gif nummies to aww babehs...”
- >She begins to cry, horrified that she'll never be able to feed her enormous brood.
- >When you take them away, she thanks you.
- >”Hewp babehs fin' nummies pwease, nee' wossa nummies...”
- >She passes out.
- >That happens a lot over the next few hours.
- >Tiffany shocks a living balloon, under Sarah's watchful eye.
- >Masses of foals shoot out, twenty on average.
- >About twenty percent of them are dead, but you overwhelm the losses with quantity.
- >As always, there are grotesque outliers.
- >Fern dies during labor, but all of her foals survive.
- >She bore thirty-eight.
- >Jade explodes in your hands as you carry her to the table, sort of.
- >The mass of foals inside of her diffused most of her capability to detonate.
- >After clearing away the fluff and gore, twenty-nine of her forty-one foals survived.
- >Cotton's entire litter died in utero; the twenty-five foals crushed when the uterus simply could not expand any further.
- >Once the stillborns were out, she was alive, although she really needed to shit.
- >Not unusual.
- >Tiffany continues shocking the dams.
- >You and Steve clean the foals and let the moms check them out.
- >Massive litters emerge.
- >Seventy-four dams produce roughly one thousand foals.
- >The older foals are overwhelmed.
- >”Hewp! Nee' hewp gif nummies aww wittle fwuffies! Hewp!”
- >Sarah directs Steve and Tiffany to begin cycling the foals.
- >This process will require constant attention for the next few days.
- >The foals will get far less milk on average, but the tremendous nutritional content offsets the shortage.
- >They will be smaller for longer, but shouldn't suffer any lasting effects.
- >Tiffany is already whining about having to work for a change.
- >As the senior guy on the shift, you are afforded the relatively easy task of taking the surviving dams back upstairs.
- >Of the original seventy-four, fifty-eight survived, but are completely spent.
- >They can barely return the greetings of the other mares.
- >They ask for food, eat, and then sleep.
- >The next two weeks are spent cycling and cleaning the foals, then selling off the older ones.
- >No breeding occurs; you don't need new foals with this massive stockpile.
- >It'll be a while before the cache is depleted.
- >While Steve and Tiffany bear the brunt of the work, Sarah asks you to watch over the mares.
- >The dam survivors' numbers shrink slightly.
- >Four more succumb to their internal damage and pass away.
- >The rest of them, without the strain of breeding, recover nicely.
- >They get to spend time with the idle stallions in the sex pits, playing and gaining strength.
- >The stallions still need to fuck every once in a while, so you spray stuffed animals with pheromones and allow them to have at it.
- >The forty mares that avoided the first orgy are in great moods, not having been bred in over a month.
- >When the current stockpile of foals runs low, they'll be the next to endure the crash course.
- >Meanwhile, the public snaps up the smaller foals like hotcakes.
- >They love how small and cute the things are.
- >By the middle of August, the foal stock is running out.
- >The whole horrible show starts all over again.
- >The original fifty-four are on the exclusion list this time, though.
- >After the second orgy, Sarah drops by.
- >You've got the survivors out, letting them run and play.
- >The other forty mares are down below, where they will stay for the duration.
- >”Foals are flying out the door,” she says, watching the happy fluffies frolic.
- “We should have enough to make it.”
- >”Yeah. You gonna be here tomorrow?”
- >You just nod, petting Ruby as she hugs your shin.
- >The crash course means two things: a shitload of foals, and the end of the line for these mares as breeders.
- >They may have lived, but it's highly likely they will never bear a litter again.
- >With the extra profit, Sarah will pick up new mares, round out the balance with desirable foals, and the cycle will begin again.
- >Tomorrow morning, you will load these mares into cages, the cages will go into trucks, and the trucks will drive away.
- >Sarah will lead them off in her black Porsche.
- >Off into their retirement.
- >Stallions are a dime a dozen, but your boss has some sort of grudging respect for the mares that complete the crash course.
- >They have run the gauntlet and avoided her wrath; this is their final reward.
- >A life without the fluffy factory.
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