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- breeder 23a
- >being Frank, owner of a small breeding kennel for fluffy ponies
- >people come to you because you try to get males that are smarter than average
- >that means smarter and more well-behaved foals
- >and because you selectively breed the three subspecies, you tend to get stronger, better, smarter versions of them
- >today is sales day. you have two clients lined up.
- >Prism’s foal is a male and he’s going to be the big breadwinner. White body, rainbow mane and tail.
- >he’ll bring two or three hundred bucks, easy.
- >Blueberry’s are a pair of matching blue females. they’ll pull about $150 each.
- >all three are unicorns. a lot of people like them because they average higher intelligence than the other sub-species
- >you’ve got the foals in your office in a box. you’ll give them a bath in a few minutes.
- >well, it’s not so much an office as it’s one-third of your garage. big enough for a desk and a computer.
- >Quickbooks FTW.
- >spend an hour doing paperwork. you don’t dare let it get out of control.
- >plus you know how to hop, skip and jump around tax laws. you know the write-offs, the
- loopholes, and you do okay.
- >nothing illegal. you can prove everything on paper, and it’s 100% legal.
- >shit, you could have been one of those scumbag corporate tax lawyers
- >but you loved animals. spent ten years at the vet’s office. brought home strays
- sometimes.
- >like snowdance.
- >you miss snowdance.
- you take the foals into your bathroom and wash them with baby shampoo.
- >they whine a little and keep calling for their mothers. they better not pull that shit in front of the clients
- >towel dry, then blow dry
- >feed them each a cookie. they’ve forgotten about their mothers for now and are babbling to each other
- >good. time for a quick sandwich.
- >ham and cheese. quick and easy.
- >yum
- >”go poopies!”
- >aw, c’mon.
- >go into the other room. one of the blue fluffies is taking a big dump in the box. he’s stained his fluff with it.
- >”GodDAMMIT!”
- >put the other two in another box. grab the shitty blue one.
- >”mo poopies!”
- >”Fuck!”
- >squeeze him over a trash can. a veritable stream comes out. you give him an extra squish.
- >”owies!”
- >”Shut the fuck up.”
- >hose off his rearend. quickdry with a towel.
- >shit… Eleven o’clock. First client arriving soon.
- >put him back with the others. hope they don’t have some sort of stomach flu they’re sharing
- >everything okay? all right… let’s make some money. give the foals a couple of strawberries to eat
- >client arrives. some sort of stockbroker type. sent to you by another guy in his office.
- >”How are you, sir?”
- >”Good, good… I’m told you have a rainbow-maned pony for sale.”
- >”Yes, sir… we were lucky to get a good rainbow-maned breeder. Here’s the baby.”
- >lead the client over to the box with the foals. they’re quietly nibbling on strawberries.
- >this is for two reasons. they look cute plus it shuts them them hell up for a while.
- >the client might not purchase them if they won’t shut the fuck up.
- >”Male or female?”
- >”Male. About five weeks old. Just weaned.”
- >”Hurm… my daughter was hoping for a female.”
- >”With all due respect, sir… the males tend to be smarter and more well-behaved.”
- >”Isn’t that the truth. Even with ponies the females are dumb and crazy, huh?”
- >”Hah… hadn’t thought about that. Yessir.”
- >the client picks up the fluffy by the tail. you grimace, afraid to tell the guy what
- not to do, but…
- >”owies! tail owies! mama! mama! wahhhhhh!”
- >you sigh.
- >”Sorry about that, sir… they don’t like to be picked up by the tail. Scruff of the
- neck is usually best.”
- >”Oh, I see.”
- >the client puts the fluffy back down. its bottom lip quivers and it looks up at him
- with big, sad eyes.
- >”Sorry… she wanted a female. I’ll have to try a different breeder.”
- >fuck.
- >”Sorry you had to make the trip all the way out here… just a word of advice, though?”
- >”What’s that?”
- >”Stay away from the fluffy farms.”
- >”Fluffy farms?”
- >”They’ll have a wider variety of fluffies but if they’re poorly bred they get mental
- and physical problems.”
- >”How would I know if it’s a fluffy mill?”
- >”If they refuse to show you where they keep the breeding fluffies… it’s probably a
- fluffy mill.”
- >”Very good. Well, thank you, anyway.”
- >client leaves. fucking asshole.
- >you could just slice the foal’s dick off…
- >nah. you’re not that cold.
- >next client arrives in a half hour. woman and her son.
- >you’ve gleaned enough information that the parents divorced and the mom wants to keep
- her kid occupied.
- >and he’s a fan of the pony cartoon show.
- >*please like rainbow dash* *please like rainbow dash* *please like rainbow dash*
- >”Welcome! How are you folks today?”
- >”Very good… Frank, isn’t it?”
- >”Yes ma’am. This is… Billy, right?”
- >”Right!”
- >he seems like a nice, bright little kid.
- >”So… who’s your favorite pony on My Little Pony?”
- >”Pinkie Pie!”
- >”Oh, wow… yeah. I like her, too. Well - take a look and see what you like.”
- >”Oh my god they’re adorable!”
- >”We’ve just got the unicorns today but they’re supposed to be the smartest.”
- >”This rainbow one is beautiful…”
- >”I like the blue ones! Mom! Can I get the blue ones?”
- >”You can get one. Not two.”
- >”Awwww…”
- >”Hey, sport… you can have a lot of fun with just one pony. Play ball, teach them to talk, play games… they’re great!”
- >”Okay - just one!”
- >”How much are the blue ones?”
- >”$175 each…”
- >”That sounds quite fair! And these are the smarter ones?”
- >”Yes ma’am.”
- >”Is cash okay?”
- >”Never a problem, ma’am.”
- >you get one of the specially-designed boxes you had made with your logo on it.
- >fits a foal just perfectly. have the kid pick out the one he wants.
- >to the kid it’s a game. to the foals it’s like Sophie’s Choice.
- >”Ummmmm… that one!”
- >you scoop up the foal and put it in the box. it immediately freaks out.
- >”why dawk? nuu want dawk! wann sista! wan mama! mama!”
- >”Oh, he’s noisy!”
- >”He’ll quiet down soon enough… just a little agitated from being separated from the others.”
- >you smile broadly as you close up the box. as soon as the client and the kid look
- away, you give the foal a whack on the ass
- >you lean in and whisper to it.
- >”Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill your mommy.”
- >the foal squeaks, looking up at you sadly. give it the stink-eye and close the box.
- >get paid. now you can pay for cable this month.
- >the other blue foal is crying in the display box.
- >”wan bwotha! wan mama!”
- >”Shut up.”
- >give it a whack on the behind. it keeps crying silently to herself.
- >the rainbow maned foal sadly nibbles on a strawberry.
- >just want to get this over with. you hate dealing with customers.
- >next client comes in an hour. the two remaining foals are still clean. you silently thank jesus for that.
- >phone call. someone responding to your Yellow Pages ad. they can be over in twenty minutes.
- >go for it.
- >woman shows up. middle-aged hippie type. ditzy. a little slow, even.
- >she goes apeshit over the rainbow foal, of course.
- >”Oh my god he’s gorgeous! How much is he?”
- >”We were asking $325…”
- >”Oh my, that’s too much.”
- >”I could do $275…”
- >”That’s still too much… what about the blue one?”
- >”She’s… $125?”
- >”Oh, I’m sorry… I just didn’t think they’d be so expensive…”
- >”I could do $100 on her.”
- >”Really? You could?”
- >”You’re a nice lady, I’m sure you could give her a good home.”
- >”Oh thank you so much!”
- >package up the other blue one. the hippie broad happily takes it away.
- >pick up the rainbow foal and stroke its head
- >”Just you left over.”
- >”wan mama.”
- >”Fuck you.”
- >toss it back in the box. One more client to go.
- >last one is a guy… middle-aged. dressed reasonably well but has a… smell… to him.
- >”It’s a beautiful pony. How much are you asking?”
- >”$350.”
- >you’re kind of hoping this guy doesn’t bite. he gives you the creeps.
- >”That’s quite fair for a rainbow-maned pony. Sold.”
- >yeesh.
- >you start to put together the carrying box. he stops you.
- >”Quite all right… I’ll carry him home. He’ll be safe.”
- >”Yah, sure. You have fun, now.”
- >”Oh yes… I will.”
- >the guy picks up the squirming foal from the box and cradles it, tickling its belly with a finger
- >you turn to fill out a receipt.
- >out of the corner of your eye you see him hold the foal’s mouth shut and probe its anus slightly with a finger
- >”He’ll do just fine.”
- >fuck
- >it’s a lot of money right now. things have been slow. you have a mortgage payment due.
- >the poor little pony…
- >you try to block the thought of this scumbag anally violating the little foal
- >try to tell yourself you’re overreacting. this guy isn’t a pervert… he’s checking to
- see if the foal is healthy
- >yeah, right.
- >you know this type. sometimes they prefer males, sometimes females. some of them don’t care what sex it is
- >take the cash, give the receipt. get the guy out the door.
- >try not to think about the guy tearing the poor little pony’s asshole apart or doing god knows what else
- >tell yourself he wouldn’t pay good money for something he’s going to rape to death
- >tell yourself the foal will be okay.
- >sometimes you really hate this business.
- >you sit in the living room for a long time, with your head in your hands.
- >times like this you wish you still had snowdance.
- >you need a drink.
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