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- Huggies Chow - Dominant Genes
- > You are a shelter worker
- > Not any important or worthwhile shelter
- > A fluffy pony shelter
- > Not a decent fluffy shelter either
- > Your boss has a few backroom customers that buy in bulk
- > Most are abusers, but others are breeders looking for rare colors at discount
- > You're not paid to worry about these little guys though
- > You're paid to clean up their shit, take away corpses, and feed them whatever slop is cheapest today
- > Looks like it's expired baked beans
- > "Nummies!" "Nee Nummies!" "Haff bebbeh suun! NEE NUMMIES!"
- > Wobbly dams and greedy stallions alike jockey for position near the food tube that you drop the slop into
- > A slurry of watered down baked beans rush into the trough opposite the sleeping corner
- > The corpses are first cleaned from the stained quilt that the fluffies sleep on
- > Several stallions dead from exhaustion, mares fucked to death, foals suffocated, you name it they've probably died from it
- > There are also around a dozen abandoned foals
- > They suckle the air and are far too small for their age
- > Looks like some runts again
- > The garbage bag you brought in is already half full and tiny hooves poke against the strong plastic
- > Once the feeding frenzy is over you'll probably need a second one
- > Stallions and would be smarties all buck and bite over each morsel of food
- > The boss doesn't let you feed them more
- > Says it helps weed out the weak
- > More like it keeps his pocketbook heavy
- > But, soon the crowd is making its way desperately to the litter box
- > "Nuuu! Bad poopies! Nuu wike!" "WHY HAFF POOPIES SUU BAD?!" "NUU SMEWW PWETTY!"
- > Farting fluffies clench their buttocks in an attempt to make it to the litter box all at once
- > Spoilt beans don't sit well with humans and they wreak havoc on fluffy colons
- > Most don't make it and cry as they leave partially digested beans in large piles around the concrete floor or on distressed friends
- > Would be smarties and upset friends would dish out punishment if they weren't also struggling with uncontrollable anuses
- > The scene would be comic if it weren't for the fact that you'll have to clean it up later
- > For now a half dozen trampled and suffocated corpses are retrieved from the feeder trough
- > Mostly foals who haven't had their first solid meal yet
- > Weak from lack of good milk they are broken by all
- > Nearly 100 fluffies crowd into this small space and defecate everywhere
- > It's up to you to clean some of the filth so they can at least be adopted by a breeder
- > Lately though the foal corpses have been piling up
- > Usually foals are well protected by mares and fathers, but mothers seem totally disinterested in their children
- > Several you've witnessed looking bored as foals suckle on teats
- > Mares are usually their happiest when they feed their children milk
- > But, more and more mares from drop offs to collection are disinterested in their children
- > There also seems to be an explosion in the runt population
- > Nearly twenty times the number you usually clean out are found miserably limping around the sleeping mat
- > Abandoned by mothers for being dumb babies
- > You don't particularly care about them, but without fluffies you're out of a job
- > The second part of your job begins once the "pressure washer monster" is busted out to clean the floor
- > You sift through fluffies to find mares without children that can give milk, and remove them from the group pen
- > They are placed in individual cages with a handful of foals each
- > Most times mares are happy as clams to see a baby again let alone get to care for it
- > But these mares...
- > "Dun wan bebbeh, bebbehs awe stupit"
- > You nearly faint from shock
- > There is no instinct stronger than motherly love in these stupid creatures
- > Was she abused?
- > You give her a once over and search for wounds
- > "Wha hoomin doin? Fwuffy go back tuu fwiends? Nuu wan bebbehs now"
- > The fluffy is unharmed, and healthy yet refuses to relieve her bulging teats with the now sobbing children
- > She would rather suffer alone than care for these kids
- > You place her back and retrieve another mare
- > This one happily feeds the children who suckle on and off rotated by a happy mother
- > "BIG HUWTIES! HAFF BIG POOPIES! OWIES! OOOOWWWWIEEESSS!"
- > Sounds like another birth
- > You're not supposed to interfere unless the mare dies
- > Foals are to be put into their own cage if a mother expires
- > You return to the wide pen and watch the largest mare you've ever seen struggle with birth
- > After nearly an hour ten foals slip out
- > Only three of which are moving
- > They are also rather large, and nurse greedily on their defenseless mother
- > They're also arguing already
- > "Dummy bwoffa! Dis sissies miwkies! Guu way!"
- > "Nuu! Sissy dummy take offa sissies miwkies! Dese fow fwuffy!"
- > They're not even an hour old and they're already talking?
- > What in the bloody fuck is going on
- > "Mummah! Why nuu giff miwkies? Nuu wuv?"
- > The mother is still and nearly flat as a pancake
- > Large foals walk over her corpse as they try to hug her to life
- > Then they decide to start beating her up
- > "Dummy mummah! Nuu giff miwkies! Fwuffy hugee! Nee miwkies! Dummy mummah bad! Bad fwuffies get owies!"
- > They proceed to turn the carcase into a paste
- > Fuck, you have to clean that now
- > After placing the foals in solitary for a mare to feed them you clean the corpse
- > All this is rather bewildering
- > What could be causing the crazy changes
- > You leave work without any further clue
- > The next day the routine is repeated
- > Over the cacophony of noise a shrill scream is heard followed by sobbing
- > You drop what you're doing and see the mare you placed with foals yesterday is now hugging lifeless bodies
- > "BEBBEH! WHY SWEEPIES! NEE NUMMIES! NUU SWEEP! WUV BEBBEHS! WHY! WHY?! AH HUU HUU HUU HUUUUU-"
- > The heartbroken mare has dead foals splayed out on her fluff
- > Some near her tits, others in her embrace, and a few that have fallen off lifelessly
- "What happened here? What did you do?"
- > "Mumm-HUUU-huuu-huuu mummah giff miwkies! Am good mummah! Nuu huwties! Nuu huggies tuu hawd! WUV! Nuu bad! WUV BEBBEHS!"
- > The evidence backs her up
- > Each foal is undamaged and have milk on their lips
- > You place the mother with a new group of foals
- > Maybe they were a bad batch, the mare is practically bursting with milk
- > She is definitely able to give milk
- > The new foals hungry from a night without milk suckle on their new caregiver
- > She rotates them manually ever few minutes
- > But, they never stop crying
- > Each time they are rotated back to a teat they suckle to their hearts content but are always crying for more
- > Limited vocabulary wailing
- > "MUMMAH! HUWT! MUMMAH! MIWK! MIWK! HUWT! MIWK! MIWK! WUV MIWK! MIWK! MUMMAH!"
- > You pick up the foal and bottle feed it for a while
- > It immediately stops crying and sleeps soundly as it suckles
- > Its siblings still wailing for milk while a distressed mare tries to comfort her new children
- > Something is going down in fluffy town
- > And you're going to get to the bottom of this
- > Your boss walks in
- > "What in the fuck are you doing?"
- "Uh... bottle feeding a foal?"
- > "I can fucking see that! Why are you feeding it when the mare is right there?!"
- "She..."
- > "I don't want to hear it! Now put that fluffy back with her or you're out of here!"
- > "And clean up this shit, these fluffies are filthy!"
- > Well, you'll eventually get to the bottom of this
- > Maybe
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