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- A Special Breed
- > Jeane hangs up the phone
- > Her delicate hands work the smart phone as she speaks to her employees in the office area
- > "Okay, looks like another order of wall-eyes need to be bred"
- > With almost practiced precision the small staff of breeders groans in unison
- > "I know, I know but we can charge extra for the foals so don't drag your feet"
- > "This guy wants at least one whole litter if not more"
- > Leaning back in his chair a blonde twenty something with several tattoos named Rex groans
- > "It's not the same guy we had last month is it? How does he go through so many foals?"
- > No one answers
- > Everyone knows how hard it is taking care of the dysfunctional fluffies
- > Though being abusive certainly doesn't help their lifespan
- > A small Asian girl with red hair chimes in
- > "Well, cash is cash. I'll go check on our stock"
- > She has been working here for a little over three years
- > Her hair has been every color a fluffy can be
- > And then some
- > It only takes a few second for her to reach the bottom of the stairs
- > She moves through the breeding room
- > A small bare place with several doors and a large plush play pen stained with various fluids
- > She moves towards the storage room
- > Taking in a deep breath she passes through the door and is assaulted by the noise and stench
- > "Fwuffy wan wun! wan pway! Nyuuu! Bad poopies! Whew bebbeh! Mummah nee giff Babbeh... Hewp! Nee' wun way! Nuu wike pwace! Nuu smeww pwetty!"
- > Not only is it loud, but the stench hangs in the air like a toxic miasma
- > Racks of cages hold roughly two hundred fluffies
- > Had it not been for years of experience she probably would have vomited
- > The fluffies notice the red headed woman and begin shouting for her
- > "Wady! Wady! Hewp! Twish hewp fwuffy? Pwomise be nice nuu meanie! Hewp Fwuffy Pwease!"
- > Trish quickly passes through general storage into a back room
- > The sign on the door reads "Special"
- > Once in special storage the sound quiets down
- > Most fluffies here have bigger cages, more space to walk and litter boxes of their own
- > No confining cages that hold the fluffies in place letting them shit down the back of the mesh racks
- > These fluffies are special for one reason or another
- > Small stickers and a laminated index card show why
- > Walking past cages towards the back of the room Trish catches glances at the fluffies
- > Green spot, rare color/ pattern
- > Yellow spot, rare disposition/ intellect
- > Red spot, violent/ broken
- > Black spot, deformed/ mutated
- > White spot, runts
- > The list goes on
- > She heads towards the back of the room
- > Some of the greenies, fluffies with unique colors, call for attention
- > Most other cages either are quiet or unable to speak
- > Then she reaches the rack of wall-eyes
- > Their eyes watch Trish and another point in space as she approaches
- > Some speak like normal fluffies but most simply bleat nonsense
- > "Nnnaaa! Nnnnaa! Faufwa fowgah poopsis!"
- > Trish notices one wall-eye who has forgotten how to poop
- > It's unusually large and is practically squished against the cage walls
- > These are used for their safety like regular fluffies
- > No comfort for them
- > "Just relax"
- > It stupidly breaths a sigh and a stream of shit fires out its back end
- > "Nn...nnaaaaaaaaahh..."
- > Now relieved it is noticeably smaller
- > "Maybe we should check on these guys more often..."
- > Going down the line Trish takes note of gender, breed, color, and status of each wall-eye
- > Those that pass are given a red circle on their laminated card
- > The rest are either dead, they get a red X, or unable to breed
- > Quickly returning to the office Trish hands Jeane the clipboard
- > "Looks like we have around 8 mares, and 3 stallions ready"
- > Jeane runs her fingers through her long black hair twirling a strand around her finger
- > "Hmm... we may get some foals we can use... Okay, Roxy and Trish, you work on getting those retards pregnant, get it done before tomorrow, okay?"
- > Rex, affectionately and mockingly known as Roxy, stands up and grabs the clipboard from his employer who is now chuckling
- > "It's Rex damnit, and fine we'll have em shaved, sexed, and placed in isolation by tonight"
- > Jeane only smiles and winks
- > "Thanks Roxy baby"
- > The surly Rex and smiling Trish head down stairs
- > "Ugh... I can't believe she hasn't let that go!"
- > "Well, you did pass out your first day"
- > "Jeeze any normal person would pass out going through there for the first time!"
- > Grabbing a cart stacked with pet carriers Rex rolls through the storage room
- > He doesn't flinch now, but his first day he was literally knocked off his feet when he took a whiff
- > His first job was cleaning the storage room
- > It hadn't been cleaned for a week
- > A cruel prank to be sure, but being called Roxy on a daily basis is more fun for the staff than cruel
- > The fluffies go berserk when they see the cart
- > "FWUFFY WAN WUN! PICK FWUFFY! PWEASE WAN GUU NUMMIES! NUUU!! NUU WAN SPECIAW HUGGIES! NUU FEW PWETTY!"
- > It means breeding, playing, spaghetti, and special hugs
- > All of the fluffies in here are mares save the single rack of stallions
- > Most mares are less than thrilled for breeding
- > "Not today fluffies"
- > Some cheer, other scream, most just keep on yelling trying to get some attention in the small metal cage that is their world
- > Pitiful really
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