The Fluffy Factory: Waste Management

“Owwies...”
>”What's the matter, Grape?”
>You are Grape, a purple earth fluffy.
>You look up at the Mister, tears clinging to your face fluff.
“Funny pwace huwt, no feew good...gif huggies, pwease?”
>You just made special hugs with a pretty blue mare whose name escapes you.
>This time, however, the special hugs hurt you a lot.  It was very scary.
“No wan' dese huggies anymo', huwt Gwape's funny pwace!”
>You are picked up and put back into the other special hugs hole, which has a few other boy fluffies in it.
>You try to bend down and lick the hurty spot, but you can't quite reach it.
>A greyish-green fluffy whose name also escapes you is crying too, limping as he walks over.
>”Fwiend haf owwies?” he asks, giving you a hug.
“Big owwies, Gwape no wike...”
>You watch the fluffies in the other hole.  They all make special hugs.
>Some of the boys really like it.
>Some of them cry about owwies like you did.
>They get put into the hole with you.
>There are lots of friends in the hole after a while.
>You try to play with each other, but it hurts to move around.
>Suddenly, the Mister picks up a girl fluffy with wingies that was getting special hugs.
>Why is she crying?
>”No huwt no-no pwace!” she yells.
>Oh no, she's making boo-boo juice from back there!
>Her yellow fluff is turning red.
>Mister puts her into the hole with you.
“New fwiend okay?”
>”Big owwies, no wike dose huggies, no wike...”
>You and your friends give her hugs as best you can.
>Some more time passes.
>Two more girl fluffies are put in the hole, also making boo-boo juice.
>You all try to play with each other, but the hurties in your funny places make it difficult.
>The three girl fluffies get taken out.
>Two of them, including the yellow one, come back.
>You still try to play with each other, but it hurts too much.
>Most of the others decide to take nappies after a while, so you do the same.
>After a while, a bunch of noises wake you up.
>All the fluffies are being given their nummies.
>Except for you, and the others in the hole with you.
“Mistas!  Gwape hung'y!  Pwease gif nummies!”
>Other fluffies lean up on the side of the hole, crying and trying to climb out.
>Neither Mister feeds you.
>”No fo'get fwuffies!  Fwuffies wan' nummies!” the yellow girl fluffy cries.
>You don't get any nummies.
>Not only does your funny place hurt, but now your tummy makes mad noises.
>Not knowing what else to do, you try to give hugs to crying fluffies.  It hurts.
>You take some more nappies.
>Mister wakes you up again.
>He's picking up fluffies!  Maybe it's time for nummies now!
>He picks you up next.  You wiggle your legs.
>You're flying like the wingie friends talk about!  It's so fun.
>Mister drops you into a round, shiny stinky place.  It stops being fun now.
>There are no nummies here, just other fluffies.
>They cry about owwies.  Some of them have boo-boo juice coming out.
“Mista, whewe nummies?  Gwape hung'y, scawed!  No smeww pwetty!”
>He drops the yellow girl fluffy right on top of you.
>Ow.  Does he want you to give her special hugs?
>That would hurt both of you!
“No, Mista, no wan' huwt funny pwace!  Gif nummies and huggies!”
>Mister continues to drop fluffies on top of you.
>Each one struggles and cries, as do the ones under you.
>They start to kick you right in the funny place.  It hurts you like nothing you've ever known before.
>You make owwie poopies.  The other fluffies smell it and make scared poopies.
>You smell very not pretty now.  At least, you think that.  It's hard to smell.
“Ge' off!  Can' bweave!”
>You struggle to part the sea of fluff around you, desperate to find fresh air.
>Suddenly, everything moves.
>Fluffies tumble around.  You are tumbled around toward the top.
“Mista!  Gwape haf big owwies, pwease wet out stinky pwace!”
>You look up.  The shiny brights are white here, and the sky around them is white too.
>You see other humans!
“Hewp!  Gwape scawed!  Nee' nummies!”
>Your pleas are lost in a torrent of terrified fluffy conversation.
>You keep being bumped around with the other fluffies as everything moves.
>Suddenly, you stop moving.
>You've been shuffled all the way to the top.
>You look up and see the white sky is very dark now.
>There is only one shiny bright now, and it's very yellow.
>Fluffies begin to get picked up.
>Maybe it's nummies time now!
>You can't see out of the stinky round, only hear.
>Every fluffy that gets picked up becomes quiet after making strange noises.
>It's scary.  You don't like it.
“Whewe fwiends go?  Wha' noisies?”
>Soon, you're the last fluffy in the stinky shiny place.
“Mista, Gwape scawed!  Gwape no wike dis!”
>He picks you up.
>You can see now.  All your friends are in a big, green, stinky box.
>They're taking nappies, but they all have boo-boo juice coming out.
“Fwiends okay?  Fwiends no wook ok--”
>Mister puts your head holder down on the edge of the stinky box.
“Mista?  Wha doin'?  Fwiends nee' huggies!”
>He pushes down on the back of your head.
>You hear two soft pops from your head holder, then a wave of pain overwhelms you.
>It hurts so very much, you can't even think any longer.
>You make the strange noises you heard earlier.
>Mister throws you in with your friends.
>They don't offer hugs.  Most of them don't even move.
“Waahgggageeguuh...”
>Suddenly, it's very dark.
>Mister shut the top of the stinky green box.
>You try to cry for help, but only boo-boo juice comes out.
>You're in terrible pain, but you're sleepy for some reason.
>Maybe a nap will make the owwies stop?
>You close your eyes.