Martini 23

note: Not a lot happens in this one, so don’t expect anything grandiose. It’s pretty

much just Frank going through the course of his day.

>Big Man has been gone for a couple of days. you asked Mr. Frank where he was.
>Mr. Frank just said he would be back soon
>it doesn’t seem to make sense to call him Frank-who-you-never-see because you see him a lot now.
>it’s time for fluffies to have special hugs.
>Mr. Frank has taken fluff away from jester, sunset and sweetie’s special places
>he says that makes it easier for them to get special hugs
>he’ll do the same when it comes time for babies. it helps mommies to take better care of babies.
>jester is first. Big Man gave her a permanant smile as punishment.
>she seems a lot happier than when she first got here. she laughs all the time.
>”good efenin mista fwank. am i tonights ennatainment?”
>”God, you creep me out. Don’t look at me.”
>”do you wanna know how i got dese scars?”
>”Yeesh.”
>Mr. Frank puts boromir in the special hugs nest with jester.
>”You get a few days off, Sunset. Let’s see what sort of demon spawn the giggler here can crap out.”
>”hewoo bowomiwr… you gon give speshal hugs? it’s all a big joke, you know? hahahaha!”
>boromir looks at Frank with nervous eyes. Frank just shrugs and plops boromir on top of her.
>jester starts giggling and gets an insane look in her eyes. boromir finishes as quickly as he can
>”awww so soon? is dat a joke?”
>”uhhhhh bowomiwr wanna go back in cage. NOW.”
>Frank tosses boromir back into his cage and gives him a treat. he wipes down jester and puts her back in her own cage
>next is sweetie. Mr. Frank puts you in the special hugs cage with her
>”Okay, slick… do your thing. Make me some Shamrock Shake-colored babies.”
>you nuzzle your cheek against sweetie’s and rub her side with one of your stumpy feet
>she lifts her tail up in anticipation. you nuzzle the fluff around her special place
>finally, you get on top of her and put your special thing inside. after a little while you get the special feel
>Mr. Frank wipes you both clean and gives you treats.
>”Okay… see what else is on the schedule… oh… well, sucks to be you, Prism. Time for your foal to go.”
>”bwah?”
>Frank opens her cage and roughly removes the two week old foal from her teat
>”nuuuu! dun take babeh!”
>”Bitch, you didn’t want them to begin with and now it’s a problem? Shut the fuck up.”
>”pwease give babeh back!”
>”Damn, I was really hoping for some more little shits with rainbow manes.”
>the baby squeaks and reaches for its mother
>”mama! mama! dun wet bad man take babeh! pwease mama! hewp!”
>”Maybe we’ll put some fertility drugs in your food for next time, huh? Heh heh.”
>Mr. Frank puts the foal on The Table. It’s a scary place where fluffies get hurt or worse.
>”Lay back and relax.”
>”mama! mama! i wan mama!”
>Frank roughly flips the little unicorn on its back and examines him.
>”I WAN MAMA!”
>Mr. Frank smacks the foal on the nose. it starts to cry.
>”You’re not seeing mama again. Now hold still.”
>Mr. Frank examines the fluffy and grunts with satisfaction. he carries the crying fluffy to the next room
>prism has her front feet up on her cage door, watching Frank with tears in her eyes
>”wan babeh back…”
>Frank comes back.
>”Yep, got a nice family coming by tomorrow for that one. Should be worth a couple hundred bucks.”
>”babeh…”
>”Shaddup, Prism.”
>he smacks her cage. she scurries under her blankie and hides.
>”Ahem… okay… Blueberry same deal. Move, fatass.”
>Frank opens blueberry’s cage. she lays there with her 2 foals nursing.
>”Time to go, kids.”
>blueberry flops around trying to stand up. without her front legs, it’s not very effective.
>”why take babehs? whyyyyy?”
>”That’s life, honey. Too bad that Hipster douchebag got three of your foals killed.”
>”hipsta bad man. hipsta make fwames come.”
>”That’s right. He tried to set you on fire. I see that motherfucker again and I’ll end him.”
>Mr. Frank roughly grabs the foals from blueberry and tosses them onto The Table.
>they cry and ask for their mama. you’ve seen it happen time and time again
>Mr. Frank checks each one out, then takes them to the other room
>there’s a knock at the door
>Mr. Frank goes to answer it.
>”Hey, Nathaniel. How’s the great white hunter?”
>”Don’t start with that shit. How’s Jim?”
>”House arrest for a couple of days. This lawyer he pissed off is a motherfucker.”
>”You guys gotta be more careful with the ferals. You use chips, you know you gotta check them for ‘em, too.”
>”We’re usually pretty careful. Things just got fucked up this time. So whatya got?”
>”You said you were running low on earth ponies and pegasi so I got you two of each.”
>”They seem healthy.”
>”Call it $20 a piece?”
>”For fuck’s sake… I can walk down to the woods and find a half dozen ferals…”
>”Okay, okay… $10 each.”
>”Fine. But I better get at least one good one from this bunch.”
>”All complaints must be put in writing and submitted at the end of the tour.”
>”Get the fuck outta here. Here’s your $40. I hope you get shot.”
>”Pleasure doing business with you.”
>Frank brings a small wooden crate into The Room and opens it. four fluffy pony heads pop out.
>*sigh* “He better not have sold me four scrubs…”
>Frank starts examining the earth ponies first. there’s a male, light yellow with a navy blue mane
>Frank holds up cards to it. you remember the cards. Big Man said you were the smartest with the cards.
>”What color is this.”
>”cuhwol? wha dat?”
>”Great. I see where this is going. What shape is this?”
>”shu… shape? whaddat?”
>”Shape… a circle. a square, a triangle…”
>”dunno dose tings.”
>”how many is this?”
>”dahhhhh… fwee?”
>”Finally. Okay, what’s two plus two?”
>”blaaaa… seffen?”
>”Sorry, pal. Looks like you fail.”
>”whaddat mean?”
>Frank takes the poundy tool from the drawer. you and the other fluffies instinctively hide under your blankies
>”Means you go in the trash.”
>you hear two swift smacks from the poundy tool. when you look, Mr. Frank is scraping the colt’s body into the trash.
>he cracks his neck.
>”Next.”
>Mr. Frank pulls an earth mare from the crate. she’s pale yellow but has a rainbow mane
>”Oh, hello, gorgeous. Looks like Nathaniel came through after all.”
>Frank flips the mare on her back and uses the buzzy tool to take away her fluff
>”wahhhh! dun wike noisy ting! stawp!”
>”Shut up, bitch.”
>Mr. Frank finishes with the buzzy tool and examines the mare. he puts a finger inside her
>”ahhhhh! no touchie bad pwace!”
>”Whatever. Hm… we’ll call you… well, Rainbow. That’s easy.”
>Mr. Frank tosses rainbow in a cage with blueberry. She’s very pretty but looks sad.
>”Next pony… come on down!”
>Mr. Frank laughs as he pulls a male pegasus from the crate. this one is white with a light blue mane
>”Handsome fellow you are. Let’s see how smart. What color is this?”
>”dat wewwow?”
>”Good… what shape is this?”
>”dunno.”
>”Hmmm… okay, how many is this?”
>”five?”
>”Good. what’s one plus three?”
>”fowr?”
>”Pretty good. You’ll do just fine. We’ll call you Skyfall.”
>Frank puts the pegasus in with faramir.
>”Okay… last one. What’s your deal, honey?”
>Mr. Frank plucks the last pony from the crate. She’s dark green with a black mane.
>”Whadda they call you? Swamp Thing? Hahaha!”
>this fluffy looks very sad. she’s shaking a little.
>”Looks healthy… all right, honey, on your back.”
>Mr. Frank flips her onto her back. she squeaks and immediately starts to struggle
>you know pehasus ponies don’t like to be on their backs
>”nuuu! nuuu! wet up! pwease!”
>”Calm down. CALM DOWN. This’ll be quick…”
>Mr. Frank looks her over and puts a finger inside the mare. she kicks, gasping.
>”ahhhhh! no touch! dat bad pwace! nuuuu! nuuuuuuu!”
>the pegasus bucks, trying to get up. Mr. Frank is getting upset.
>”You settle down and shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about.”
>the mare continues to struggle. Mr. Frank grabs a rolled up newspaper and swats her on the bottom with it.
>”Settle down.”
>he tries to examine the mare further, but she kicks flailing her legs.
>”Godammit!”
>Mr. Frank whacks the mare’s bottom a few more times. she finally stops struggling
>”No wonder you’re so antsy… you got a tick right on your ass here, girl.”
>Mr. Frank pulls a bitey bug off the tender skin of the mare’s poopie place and crushes it on The Table.
>he dabs a little smelly water on her bottom. she screeches.
>*sigh* “Won’t even thank me for pulling a tick off your asshole? Typical selfish woman… we’ll call you Moss. Heh.”
>Mr. Frank puts moss in with one of the other females.
>”Damn. I wish Jim was here.”
>Mr. Frank leaves The Room and turns off the pretend yellow sky balls. it’s dark.
>you hear the two mares sniffling, thinking about their foals that were taken away.
>you wish Big Man was here, too.