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- FractalFluff, March 4, 2014; 17:02 / FB 18807
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- (Abuse-kinda, some fluffy misery, mostly hugbox.)
- BANDIT'S NEW JOB, pt 4.
- >"Huuhuuhuu... pwease, teefy babbehs... Miwkbag nu am nummehs... nu num Miwkbag... huuhuu..."
- >Be an operative at the Nyu Fwenz fluffy shelter.
- >Be helping to process the latest intake.
- >A large extended family
- >Almost a herd
- >But domestics rather than ferals.
- >Owner's car came off the road in the heavy rains you've had recently.
- >Fluffy clan had been running all over her house for days.
- >Flooding is the one of the best things that could happen to it now.
- >The second-best would be for the flood to dry up and the house to burn down.
- >Your preferred solution would be a tactical nuclear strike.
- >Along with your colleague, Norm, you're checking the fluffies over, giving them their flea-and-ponysite baths, recording details from tags and chips.
- >Most of these have neither.
- >Only three adults are chipped, meaning you have no medical information for the others.
- >Owner must have been a right noodle.
- >As you work, you're accompanied by the soothing music of Bandit's sobs.
- >The first ever male milkbag was a foal-killer and a milk-bandit before Nyu Fwenz got to him
- >He's known to have wiped out multiple litters of foals, just to steal their mothers' milk.
- >The shelter is officially no-kill and humane, and Bandit was healthy
- >So putting him down wasn't an option.
- >But nobody said anything about putting him in restraints
- >Shooting him full of hormones
- >And using him to answer the question: "can male fluffies be induced to lactate?"
- >The answer was Yes.
- >"Huuhuuhuuu... owwies... pwease, teefy babbehs, nu use teefies on Miwkbag!"
- >Well, nobody said the fluffy had to likeit.
- >Theoretically you could get in trouble
- >Practically, nobody cares about shelter fluffies except the shelter's backers
- >But those PonyCare folks don't like milk-bandits either.
- >Any visitor would just see a weary surrogate mother dealing with a couple of teething weanlings.
- >Bandit's hormone-shrunken junk is lost in his fluff.
- >You finish the examinations, and put the new fluffies in their temporary homes.
- >There are three dams.
- >You place them in the Mummah Pen along with their attendants
- >They can get aquainted with their fellow mothers-to-be.
- >Two are still mobile
- >One's about to pop
- >Something her downtrodden attendents aren't allowed to forget.
- >"Mawchpane wan make poopies! Woww Mawchpane tu dah wittabawks!"
- >"Mawchpane wan pway! Woww Mawchpane tu toysies!"
- >"Wowwy-fwens tuu swow! Mummah tewwin Big Wed! Oo get owwies fwom Big Wed!"
- >Jeeze, the voice on the thing.
- >"Mawchpane wan nummies! Nu DEMS nummies, SKETTIE nummies!"
- >"The heck is a Mulchpane?" you ask Norm.
- >"'Marchpane', I think. Old word for marzipan."
- >The thing is yellow with a white mane, so maybe.
- >You shrug.
- >"Mawchpane gonna be Mummah, nee bestes nummies! Nu wan kibbew, wan BESTES nummies!"
- >"Mawchpane nu wan dese toysies. Wan BETTAH toysies!"
- Wan dat baww! Oo nu pway wif dat, gif
- >You and Norm go about your duties in the shelter.
- >You're vaguely aware of regular outbursts of nagging and whining from the obnoxious Marchpane
- >But don't think much of it.
- >Senior mares tend to get impossible when they're too big to move.
- >Besides, you're too busy to care.
- >You remove the "teefy babbehs" from the tearful Bandit.
- >"These guys are pretty much done with milk," you tell Norm.
- >"So are their littermates," he agrees.
- >"Huuhuu... Miwkbag gud miwkbag, gif gud miwkies tu babbehs..." blathers the stallion.
- >"Good news, Bandit. Four less foals for you to feed!"
- >Bandit weeps with relief.
- >He daren't make too much fuss, though.
- >Norm's been pulling some horrific mental shit on him
- >Now Bandit sincerely believes that he's on "Leggie Probabtion".
- >If he isn't a good and eager baby-feeder, he's convinced that his legs will desert him.
- >You feel a little bad
- >But then you think of the foals you found stomped to death...
- >Lunchtime.
- All the fluffies get plenty of bland kibble to keep them going
- >But a few times a day, there's some fruit and veg too.
- >All the fluffies go crazy for carrot-sticks, grapes, and apple slices.
- >Except Marchpane.
- >"Mawchpane gonna be Mummah! Mummah nee BESTES nummies fow babbehs! BESTES!"
- >An attendant tries to placate her with grapes
- >Gets bitten for her pains.
- >"Mawchpane wan SKETTIES. Oo get sketties NAO!"
- >"Buh... buh Mawchpane..." says one of the attendants, "nufwuffy haf sketties hewe..."
- >Marchpane swipes at her with one useless leg.
- >"Den get BIKKIT, dummeh! Mummah wan gud nummies! Oo get NAO!"
- >The "rolly-friends" are crying.
- >Some of the other fluffy-mummahs are starting to sob too.
- >"Okay," says Norm, "That's it."
- >He lifts her out of the huu-huu-ing crowd.
- >"You're getting a time-out, young lady. No making the other fluffies cry."
- >Moves her to an empty pen, sets her up with water, toys and food.
- >"Wan sketties, dummeh hoomin!"
- >He boops her nose.
- >Not hard, but she's furious.
- >The outraged fluffy flails her stubby limbs and squeals imprecations.
- >Norm ignores her.
- >Can't work here if you don't learn to tune out bratty fluffies.
- >So it's a while before either of you pick up on some important developments.
- >One: She's been steadily raising both pitch and volume for some time.
- >Two: Most of the other fluffies have gone quiet
- >They've stopped what they're doing to watch her.
- >And three...
- >"Lyle's out!" shouts Norm.
- >"Aww, crap, again? How does he even do that?"
- >You've been searching for several minutes before either of you clock where Lyle is.
- >He's somehow got into the dam's pen.
- >Unusually for Lyle, he doesn't seem to be swearing at her or flicking her ears and nose.
- >Instead, he's hugging her.
- >Well, he's got his forelegs spread out along her side.
- >And instead of his usual high-volume stream of profanity
- >He's talking to her in a soft and reassuring tone.
- >It's not helping.
- >"It otay, pwetty mawe, it otay, Mummah gotta be cawm nao, Mummah gotta be nice an cawm fow babbehs..."
- >"...AN WAN SKETTIES AN WAN BIKKITS WIF CHOKKITCHIPS AN WAN SWEETIE NUMMIES AN WAN ICECWEAM AN NU WAN SHAWE WIF BAD FWUFFIES..!"
- >"Dewe dewe, fwuffy mummah, guuuud fwuffy mummah, nu hafta be woud, nu hafta haf angwies, shh, shhhh..."
- >"...MAWCHPANE BESTES MUMMAH AN GET BESTES TOYSIES AN BESTES NUMMEHS, OW MAWCHPANE GONNA TEWW BIG WED 'BOUT BAD FWUFFIES, AN..."
- >"It otay, fwuffy mummah, it ohhhtay, yu gonna haf wotsa toysies, wotsa sketties, shhh, shhh..."
- >Lyle's soothing reassurances are taking on a more and more frantic tone.
- >You wonder what's up.
- >He's not normally bothered by angry fluffies
- >In fact, he's the maestro when it comes to trolling IRL.
- >But he seems to really need her to calm down...
- >You shoot Norm a puzzled look.
- >He shrugs, as perplexed as you are.
- >Something is nagging at you, though.
- >Something about fluffy dams...
- >"...AN GONNA BOOP OO NOSIES AN GIF SOWWIES AN GIF BITIES AN OO NU MOWE HAF TOYSIES AN NU MOWE CAN SWEEP INNA FWUFF-PIWES AN BIG WED GONNA..."
- >There's a strange gurgling noise coing from somewhere.
- >"Pwease, fwuffy mummah!" Lyle is saying.
- >"Evwytin otay! Yu gots to cawm daon! Fink uf yu babbehs! Nu haf angwys, shh, shh, shh...!"
- >"...AN OO GONNA GO WAY INNA WUBBISHES AN GU FAW WAY WIF FOXIE MUNSTAHS AN WAT MUNSTAHS AN OO GONNA HAF BITIES AN SADDIES AN TUMMEH OWWIES AN OO GONNA — GONNA — GONNA — eeeEEEEEEE..!"
- >The thin whine travels up the octaves as Lyle hugs tighter and babbles reassurances ever-faster.
- >The mare seems to be almost vibrating...
- >"...EEEEEEEEEEEE..."
- >There's a loud *POMF* sound.
- >The dam has vanished.
- >Lyle is sitting in the pen, covered in scraps of yellow fluff
- >Tufts of yellow are drifting down around him like snow.
- >Four tiny, brilliantly-coloured foals wiggle on their tummies, making anxious peeping sounds.
- >There's a fifth baby on top of his head
- >Belly-up in his shock of scarlet mane-hair.
- >"Weww, Wywe twied!" he says resignedly.
- >"Yu aww saw Wywe twy!"
- >"Peep?"
- ***
- >The foals take well to Jemmy
- >A childless mare who handles the TLC side of fostering.
- >As for the other aspect...
- >"Good news, Bandit! Remember the four teethy babies who don't need milkies anymore?"
- >"...Uh huh...?"
- >"Well, now there are FIVE brand new babies for you to feed!"
- >"Huuhuu... M-Miwkbag... Miwkbag happeh... huuhuuhuuu... Miwkbag su happeh... Buuuuhuuhuuhuu..!"
- ***
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