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- >you’re a fluffy pony farm hand
- >oh, come on, don’t give me that look
- >it’s not like this is an uncommon job now, pretty much everyone has done it by this point
- >you’ve helped the folks living there set up some basic boundaries, like a low-voltage electric fence and various feeding and shitting areas
- >the fluffy ponies all like you
- >you don’t mind ‘em, either
- >little bastards get into a whole bunch of HIGH-larious situations
- >today a few of them are trying to get through the electric fence
- >”Fwuffy wan’ pway wif grassies!” comes a cry from across the pen
- >”Hey, you little shits! Stay there!”
- >you leap the non-electrified fence with the grace and elegance of a retarded hippopotamus
- >you land flat on your face in a pile of fluffy shit
- >”MotherFUCKER!”
- >you stumble to your feet and rush over to the attempted escapees
- >the fluffies are pressing down on the wires at this point
- >”Dummy tingies! Fwuffy wan’ pway! Fwuffy wan’ pway!”
- >the electrical current doesn’t seem to be having much of an effect on them
- >”Get offa that!”
- >”Okay, daddeh!”
- >the fluffies begin to let go, but you sweep them up off of the wires
- >you begin to feel an incredibly painful tingling
- >you attempt to piece together what’s happening as your muscles seize up and you collapse to the ground
- >”Gah, FUCK!”
- >you convulse, still clutching the fluffies
- >”Daddeh siwwy! Wet fwuffy go, pwease!”
- >the fluffies struggle to get free of your iron grip
- >suddenly, with a jolt, your arms fly out to your sides, making your left hand land in yet another pile of feces
- >the fluffies trot away, giggling with each other
- >you regain control of yourself, and try to catch your breath
- >as you lie on the ground, you try to take a stab at what just happened
- >you figure that all of that fluff must have absorbed the electricity, giving you a ton of static electricity
- >you make a mental note to throw socks at the fluffies next time they touch the fence to see if they’ll stick
- >the farmer’s inexplicably alluring and generally skanky daughter walks over to you with a stalk of wheat in her mouth
- >"Hey, Fanservice."
- >"Huh?"
- >"Nothing."
- >she looks around for a bit
- >”Uh, anon? Mind if I ask what you’re doin’?”
- >you think
- >”Cloud watching.”
- >”But why are you lyin’ in the fluffy p-“
- >”I REALLY like watching clouds.”
- >”But-“
- >”A lot.”
- >she gives you a look of sheer confusion
- >”Well, alrighty then. You may want to, uh, wash your…everything. Soon.”
- >you decide that now would be a good time to move your hand out of the shit pile
- >”Got it. Thanks.”
- >she walks back inside
- >you stand up and brush yourself off
- >”Daddeh, fwuffy hungy! Nummies time now?”
- >”How many times do I have to say I’m not your ‘daddeh’?”
- >the fluffy stares at you and cocks its head
- >”But you no say dat before.”
- >”I say it all the time! How could you not fucking remember the most basic thi-you know what, never mind. I’ll get you some food.”
- >a chorus of “YAAAAAAAAAY” swells behind you as you head into the house to grab the giant bag of fluffy chow
- >the farmer, Jim, looks up at you and smiles
- >you greet him and start heading out the door
- >”Hey, anon? Have you been drinkin’?”
- >you turn to him
- >”What, like alcohol? Not recently.”
- >he chuckles to himself before he speaks again
- >”Ya sure? You look a bit shitfaced.”
- >the pun slowly begins to dawn on you
- >”Oh. Oh, I get it.”
- >”Yeah, I thought ya would.”
- >you grab the bag on head back out to the pen
- >”Daddeh bwing nummies!”
- >”For the last time, I’m not-“
- >”YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!”
- >you dump the entire bag into the massive trough and take a look at your watch
- >6:30, day’s over
- >after they get their fill, you herd them inside the barn
- >”Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite, I’m out.”
- >as you shut the door behind you, the fluffies begin to clamor about “meanie sweepy buggies”
- >you head home and take a shower
- >a long, long shower
- >washing off caked-on face shit takes a while, after all
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