The Fluffy Factory: You Wouldn't Like Her When She's Angry

>It's nearly closing time.
>You and Tiffany, who has only recently been allowed back down here, are wrapping up the bedtime routine.
>A pair of fluffies are still in the sex pits; a crying red and purple unicorn stallion and an angry looking orange and white pegasus mare.
>”Sunkis' no wan' owwie huggies!  Fwuffy dum'!  No wike!”
>Sunkist is not the name you gave her.  She was a stray Tiffany picked up on her way here this morning.
>Technically, Tiffany stole her; she had a collar and tag on.
>She's never gonna get home now.
>Sunkist has been a total brat all day.
>Bit at your hands whenever she got picked up.
>Even tried to bite the razor while you were shaving her.
>Screams about her daddy and the other fluffies that lived at her house.
>Tiffany just smiles and tells you not to retaliate.  She'll take care of it.
>Okay.
>”Sunkis' wan' go home!  Sunkis' wan' goo' nummies and huggies wif daddy!  Miss fwuffy fwiends at home pwace!”
>She screams, and screams, and screams, her shrill tone like a dental drill boring through your brain.
“God damn, shut up.”
>Tiffany issues a proclamation to the fluffies before you both leave.
>”Get lots of sleep, kids.  Tomorrow, there's going to be an example.”
>Every fluffy that knows the word begins to scream and cry and defecate.
>They'll have to sleep in the shit; you're not cleaning it up again.
>”Sunkis' wan' nummies!  Why no smeww pwetty?  Wha zampwe? Zampwe nummies?”
>You come in the next morning.
>Bleary-eyed fluffies beg you for help.
>It looks like only Sunkist and the fuck pillows got sleep.
>”Dum' hooman!  Wet Sunkis' go!  Wan' go home!  Miss daddy!”
>On one of the metal examination tables is a pet carrier.
>”Hewwo!  New fwiend?” a voice says from within.
>You look in it.  A young, pale green pegasus fluffy with black hair and red eyes tries to hug you.
>He seems oddly familiar.
>”Why fwiends cwy?  Why scawed?  Nee' huggies?” he asks.
>”I see you've met Sierra.”
>It's Tiffany, coming down the stairs.
“This is your fluffy?”
>She nods.  That doesn't seem right.  The fluffy in this pet carrier is clean, well-fed, happy.
>Alive.
>She takes him out and sets him into a sex pit.
>He runs around happily, bumping into the chain link sides.  “See wossa new fwiends!  Sewwa gif aww fwiends huggies!  Why fwiends cwy?”
>Next, she grabs Sunkist, who bitches and bites as usual, and puts her in with Sierra.
>”No wan' huggies!  Sunkis' wan' daddy!”
>Tiffany steps into the pit and sits down.  Sierra immediately gets into her lap.
>”Mommy, why new fwiends aww wook scawed?  Is munsta hewe?”
>She just smiles.
>You stand between the tables and watch.  You've never seen Tiffany actually make an example out of a fluffy before.
>She always seems to do it during lunch hour, when everyone's away.
>”Sierra, do you love your mommy?”
>He hugs her with all his might.  ”Wuv mommy!  Wuv mommy mos' of evewyfin'!”
>Sunkist is just as confused as you are.  “Sewwa haf mommy...Sunkis' haf daddy!  Pwease wet Sunkis' go wif daddy?”
>Tiffany motions the orange pegasus over to her.  Reluctantly, she waddles forth.
>She spends the next few minutes petting both fluffies.
>You look around.  A majority of the caged fluffies are still seized by fear, but are silent.
>The rest are confused like you and Sunkist.
>”Sierra is a good fluffy.”
>He cheers, lying on his back and wiggling his legs and tail.  Sunkist cheers too, because hell, why not?  Nothing bad's happening.
>”Sunkist, you are a...”
>She waits in anticipation of praise.
>What she gets is a point-blank view of Tiffany punching Sierra in the stomach.
>”OWWIES!  WHY MOMMY HUWT SEWWA?!” he squeals, trying to squirm out of her grip.
>Sunkist scrambles away.  “Munsta!  Munsta huwt fwuffy!  No huwt Sunkis'!”
>Tiffany makes no effort to grab her; instead, she punches Sierra in the stomach again.
>Blood streams from his nose and mouth.  He bucks desperately at Tiffany, but can't make contact with anything but air.
>”NUUUU!  STOP HUWT SEWWA!  SEWWA SOWWY!  SEWWA NO WAN' OWWIES!”
>Sunkist is huddled in the corner now, staring at Tiffany with fearful eyes.
>”You made me do this, Sunkist.”
>”Nuuuuu!  Sunkis' no huwt fwuffy fwiend, munsta huwt fwiend!  Sunkist goo' fwuffy!”
>”You're a bad fluffy, Sunkist.  When fluffies are bad, I feel sad.  When I feel sad...”
>She throws another punch.  A loud crack rings out.  Shit begins squirting.
>Sierra, ribs now broken, gurgles for mercy.
>”...this happens.  Why are you making me sad, Sunkist?  Why are you hurting Sierra?”
>”No am huwt Sewwa!  Munsta huwt!  Sunkis' no bad fwuffy!”
>She punches Sierra in the eye.  He wails frantically, legs kicking and wings buzzing for dear life.
>”Stop hurting him, Sunkist.”
>”No am do dat!  Munsta do dat!”
>She punches him in the eye again.  He jerks violently.  The eye is beginning to swell shut.
>”Stop hurting him, Sunkist.”
>Tiffany punches Sierra's eye until it becomes a bloody, gooey mass.  He has shit himself dry, but his anus still twitches reflexively.
>With each strike, she asks Sunkist to stop hurting him.
>When she finally stops punching, the orange pegasus is reduced to a trembling, blubbering wreck.
>”Fwuffy no huwt otha fwuffy, fwuffy am good fwuffy, fwuffy no huwt anyfin',” she hiccups, so fearful she no longer remembers her name.
>”If you were a good fluffy, then why did this happen?” Tiffany asks, holding Sierra in front of her by the scruff.
>”Fwuffy no huwt...fwuffy...fwuffy sowwy...”
>Tiffany stands up, still holding the bloody, sobbing Sierra by the scruff.
>”Look.  Look!” she yells.  Sunkist raises her eyes.
>Tiffany shifts her grip, placing one hand on each side of Sierra's head.
>Her palms rest just below his dropped ears.
>She begins squeezing.  Sierra doesn't really notice at first.
>He sobs quietly, asking why he can't see very well now, asking why he's being hurt, apologizing.
>When he finally detects the pressure, he becomes still.
>Sunkist doesn't understand.
>”Wh-wha munsta doin' to fwuffy?”
>Sierra begins squirming like a hooked fish, squealing and sobbing and shooting out a stream of piss.
>You can see Tiffany's arms trembling with the pressure she applies.
>”MOMMY!  HEWP SEWWA!  MUNSTA HUWT SEWWA, NO WAN' OWWIES!  MOMMY HE--”
>There is a wet, solid crack, followed by a series of sharp little noises.
>Sierra's head deforms into a tear-soaked, bloody clump of skull and fluff and brain.
>Sunkist shrieks and blasts a torrent of shit out through the side of the pen.  Out of instinct, you step aside.
>Tiffany, now holding Sierra's corpse by the scruff and spine, crouches and shows it to Sunkist.
>”This is an example of what happens when fluffies are bad.  Are you going to be bad anymore?”
>”Fw-fwuffy am...fwuffy sowwwy, no wan' zampwe, no 'wan, sowwy zampwe, sowwy, sowwy...”
>She knows the word now.
>Around you, caged fluffies huddle together for comfort.
>Even the fuck pillows are crying.
>After the shock subsides, it suddenly hits you.
“Wait, isn't that the foal you bought a month ago?”
>Tiffany drops the corpse, gazing at her bloody hands.  “Huh?  Oh, yeah.”
>She buys the foals.
>She takes them home and raises them, cares for them, shows them affection.
>Then she brings them here and executes them because a fluffy they've never met pisses her off.
>She picks Sunkist up and takes her back to her cage.
>”Now shut the hell up and do what we say.”
>Sunkist is absolutely silent now, but tears still flow down her fluffy cheeks.
>You don't know it yet, but it will be over two months before she dares utter a word again.