Candy

>in your twenties
>cant land a job
>money is getting tight
>finally get a job part time at a fluffy adoption center
>better than nothing
>you personally don’t care for the things but you don’t hate them
>you just go through the motions: feeding, cleaning, showing them to customers, repeating
>the shelters getting crowded
>boss offers a 5% increase in pay if an employee adopts a fluffy every 3 months, store will provide food for first month
>need all the money you can get so you adopt a pink fluffy earth mare
>no car only a bike and backpack so the shop keeper gives you a bike basket to put the cage in
>the ride home the fluffy babbles on about “new daddy, pway, hungies need nummies” and all other sorts of shit
>maybe you should just toss her in a ditch, but you’re too beta
>plus the payment bonus requires the shop keep to see it once every month to ensure its happy
>”daddy, fwuffy need nummies!” the fluffy cry finally snaps you out of your daze
>look down to see her pouting with her big blue eyes begging to you
“all right here, have some candy”
>you pull out a bag of candy you had in your pocket
>mostly crushed but still
>the fluffy sniffs the contents of the bag and nibbles on a piece of chocolate
>she immediately begins to devour the bag full of food
>the rest of the ride home is mostly quite except for the loud smacking noises
>when you get back to your apartment you set the fuffy in her new home and place the litterbox and food and water bowls out as well as her bed
>she trots around the two room apartment overjoyed with her new home
>you get ready to turn in and head for you room
>”daddy?”
What?
>”wat fwuffy name?”
I don’t know, what is it?
>”fwuffy no have name” she says sadly looking at the ground
“well what would you like?”
>”fwuffy like candy!”
“alright your name is candy”
>”yaaaaaaaaaay fwuffy name candy!” she exclaims bouncing around
>this goes on for 2 hours before she passes out, you wonder what you got yourself into
>the job being part time you’re at home a lot
>Candy drives you up the walls but you need the dough
>you play with her and keep her entertained but at the cost of your sanity
>you take her to the park as often as possible so she can play with other fluffies not just you
>it keeps her out of your hair and gives you a chance to read the job listings
>as you peruse the paper you look up to check on your fluffy
>you don’t see her
>you scan the area again and still no fluffy
>uh oh you think to yourself
>you get up and search for her
>high and low no Candy
>you’re about to give up when you hear two soft voices under the children’s slide play set
>you look inside and see Candy being mounted by a green unicorn
>the thought of Candy plus X number of foals make you nearly piss yourself in fear
>you quickly snatch the green unicorn by the scruff of his neck
>”nuuuuuuuu no huwt mojito, wet mojito down!”
“candy, come on we’re leaving”
>”Candy in twouble?” she asks with a mildy scared look
“come on”
>you set Mojito down as he dashes off to probably tell his owner
>candy slowly comes out looking fearful of punishment “Candy sowwy daddy, no mean to be bad fwuffy”
“Candy, do you know what you were doing?”
>”candy give speciaw huggies” she says
“Candy, you can’t do that or you’ll get us both in trouble”
>”candy onwy do it for shiny toy”
“a toy?”
>candy reaches back and pulls out a quarter
“You did that for a quarter?”
>”what quatew?” she asks
“nevermind, what if you got pregnant? I can barely feed you let alone babies”
>”babies?” candy’s eyes light up “whewe babbehs?” she asks looking around
“there are no babies here, maybe I should get you spayed. But thatd cost a fortune”
>”spay?” she asks “fwuffy hear dat befowe at cage home, wat spay?”
>you think for a minute then pick up Candy and look at her belly
>fluffys fluff regrows quickly but underneath the fluff if a scar spanning her lower stomach
“so you are spayed, must do that to all the ferals”
>”wha spay?” she repeats “whewe da babehs daddy?”
“nothing, lets just go home”
>you turn and see an orange Pegasus with something in its mouth
>”movto say u spl hud for nw tys”
“we cant understand you”
>he spits out the obstruction
>”Mojito say you give speciaw huggies for new toys, dis wha my mommy had in her toy bag”
>you pick it up to see a slobbery five dollar bill
>light bulb
“ok candy now what do you do?”
>”candy give speciaw huggies fo mommy and daddy papuh toys!” she gleefully replies “den Candy get candy!” she chirps as she does a quick skip
“good good, now tell the other fluffys”
>She scurries off to the playground
>you watch her grabd the attention of the fluffies as the gather around to hear her
>once she is done, fluffies dart off in all directions
>as their parents talk they crawl into their owner’s purses and stealth fully slide wallets out
>you watch them grabs mouthfuls of bills and rush back to Candy
>best idea ever
>they go into her sex chamber under the slide playset and come back out a minute or two later
>after 45 minutes all fluffies have been taken care of
>you walk over and see Candy licking her vag clean after the job is done
>”hi daddy! Candy do good? Get candy now?”
“one minute Candy”
>you pick up the pile of bills and begin to count
>1..3..6..26…34….44….holy shit a 50…..$112 dollars total
>you just made more than 3 days at work in 45 minutes
>”get candy now?” Candy asks impatiently
“of course, great job Candy”
>you give her a bag of gummy worms which she is delighted to see
>you still can’t believe this worked
>you have a new source of income
>get back home, shuffling through your bills as Candy chews on her gummy worms
>you carry her in your backpack with her head poking out
>you set it down and put the money in your wallet finally
“Candy, did you have any friends at the shelter?”
>”fwiends?” she asks a gummy worm hanging out one side of her mouth
“yeah, any friends like you?”
>”yes! Candy have pwetty bwue fwuff fwiend!”
“should we go get her?”
>Candy’s eyes light up “Yes! Fwuffy wive hewe?!”
“yes she’ll live here”
>Candy skips around, bucking her hooves in the air “yay!!! Fwiend wive wif Candy!”
>you put candy in your bike basket and pedal off for the shelter
>upon arrival you see your boss working the counter and smiles at you
>”oh hey anon, you don’t work today, what are you doing here?”
“Candy here wants to pick up her friend, so im here to adopt her”
>your boss looks dumbfounded
>”ummmmmm well sure, let’s go find her friend”
>Candy cheers as you enter the backroom playpen where the fluffies are kept during the day
>fluffy ponies of all colors prance and play without a care in the world
>the adoption drive seems to have worked, theirs considerably less here than before
>you hope Candy’s friend is still here
>”Fwiend!” Candy cries trying to squirm out of your grasp
>you set her down as she runs up and is greeted by a light blue fluffy with a brown mane and tail
>”fwiend back! Whewe you go! Fwuffy miss you!”
>”Fwuffy have name, am Candy now! Haf daddy now too!” Candy chirps gleefully pointing to you
>”Dat pwetty name! Fwuffy wish she had pwetty name wike Candy!”
“well would you like a name?” you ask kneeling down next to her
>”fwuffy can have name?” she asks, her eyes lighting up
“you can even have a new home now too”
>She prances around cheering then hugs Candy
>after filling out the adoption papers and buying some toys and kibble you place both fluffies in your basket and set off for home
>”Candy so happy fwuffy wive wif Candy and daddy now!
>”Fwuffy get name now too! Daddy, what fwuffy’s name?!”
>thinking about it for a bit you settle upon a suitable name
“you can be Naomi”
>”oooooo pwetyy name!” says Candy
>”Naomi wuv new name!” she smiles hopping in the basket
>when you get home you set up Naomi’s new bed and explain the rules (litterbox, quiet time, etc)
“and to celebrate Naomi joining our family, we’re going to the park tomorrow!”
>both fluffies cheer and hug at this notion
>they play and babble till about 9 then pass out in their bed, snuggled up to each other
>on the ride to the park you planned to explain how it works but candy is already going on about how if they get the pretty paper from other fluffies and give special hugs that daddy gives them candy
>”give candy?” asks Naomi quizzically “But you Candy!”
>Candy giigles “no siwwy, get candy nummies!”
>”nummies? Whewe, whewe nummies?”
>you pull out a sweet tart and give it to Naomi
>she nibbles it then smiles widely “nummies good!”
“well you get more if you help Candy”
>you sit on your bench and watch Candy lead Naomi to the other fluffies
>same as before the boys scurry off to their owners purses and wallets sticking out of pockets
>some don’t know what “pretty paper is” so they follow fluffies who do and take money from their owners
>the owners are too busy talking or reading to even notice
>45 minutes pass and you see the last fluffy leaving with a shit eating grin on his face
>you look under the play set to see the your two girls cleaning themselves
>”hi daddy! We do good?” asks Candy
“lemme see candy, do you have the money?”
>her and Naomi pick up the wads of cash and bring them to you
>$201 dollars
>thank god fluffies have no sense of value
>you give them each a roll of sweet tarts and tell them to have fun playing as you sift through the cash on the bench
>you never thought you’d be doing this, but hell it’ll pay the bills
>on the way back the girls relay how much fun they had at the park to you
>you give simple agreements like “sounds like fun, mhmm, that’s great girls”
>you’re too lost in thought
> if one fluffy can bring in about a hundred dollars a day, and only costs 30 a week….
>ka-ching
>you need to expand
>to avoid suspicions you take the girls to different parks over town
>every time they average about $190
>your worst haul was $87 which is still a nice handful
>you’ve been doing this for 2 weeks now and while you make good money, expenses do cut back a little
>one day you walk up to the girls who are playing in the main room (which in a two room apartment is the living room/ kitchen combo)
Hey girls, whatcha doing?
>”Daddy! We pwaying tag! Wan pway?”
>Naomi runs up and baps you with her hoof “you it!” her and Candy skitter away giggling
>you smile and chase them around for a bit before gently tagging Candy and the cycle continues
>wait are you actually playing with these whores?
>no, cant do that, they are strictly for business
“Hey girls, do you still have any friends back at the adoption center?”
>”what adopton centa?”
“the home before”
>”no, candy no have anymo fwiends except namoi”
>”yes you did siwwy! Naomi haf sista! She youw fwiend!”
>Candy’s eyes light up as she remembers
>”you do haf sista! Yay! Daddy we go pick up Naomi sista?”
“you bet we are!”
>you grab the backpack and load up the girls, their heads poking out and babbling in excitement about picking up Naomi’s sister
>One joyous reunion followed by an adoption later you bring home a small, light blue unicorn with shiny blue eyes
>they’re very beautiful even for a fluffy, so you name her Sparkle, you know because she’ll dazzle the boys out of their parent’s cash
>gotta keep business in mind
>but she looks very young, she looks like she’s barely out of foal hood
>you wonder if she’s even begun to have cycles
>well you’ll find out tomorrow
>that night to celebrate Sparkle into the family you make the girls spaghetti
>gotta keep your money makers happy
>Sparkle already loves you and her new home
>everything is going according to plan
>that night the three get into their fluffpile and say goodnight to each other, and in unison say goodnight to you
>it’s really cute, the sight of them sleeping in the puffy pile, snoozing away; dreaming of candy, spaghetti and playing.
>almost feel bad that you use them as sex dolls for cash
>the next day your load the girls in the basket so you can explain to Sparkle what to do
>immediately there’s a problem
>”what speciaw hugs?”
>great
>”you know siwwy!” Candy giggles “The hugs boy fwuffys give! It makes babbehs!”
>”babbehs, whewe babbehs?!” Sparkle asks excitedly looking around
>you hope she just doesn’t know the name special hugs yet
“here sparkle try this”
>you hand her a skittle. She sniffs it then nibbles on it
>her bright eyes light up in excitement as she gobbles the rest down
>”nummies good! Can Spawkle have mowe pwease daddy?
“once we’re done at the park you can”
>upon arrival at the park you see a lot of people
>turns out the fluffy day cares have come together in some big play date
>this will be a grand haul
>you set the girls on the ground
“ok girls, go do your thing!”
>Candy and Naomi take off but Sparkle stays behind and just looks at you
“Sparkle what’s wrong? Go with your sister and Candy!”
>”Spawkle don’t know what to do!”
“Just….just follow your sister! Do what she does!”
>Sparkle lopes off after Naomi and follows her for a bit, then goes off to her own groups of boys and relays the message
>soon the cycle begins, fluffys run for purses, wallets, bill clips
>they’ve seen them before and know what to do
>even those who haven’t had the girls services know what money is
>people are too busy socializing, reading or napping to notice stallions with money stuffed in their mouths running to the play set
>you sit back on the bench and pull out your cellphone to kill time
>”hi”
>you look up to see a woman with dark hair tucked in a ponytail stand in front of you
>she’s hot, beautiful blue eyes, nice body, decent rack, tight figure and dat ass. the ass was fat
Hi
>”I’ve seen you here before, name’s Ally. You’re the owner of the Pink fluffy pony right?”
>you’re that was rising now deflates with that ballon noise (pppppppppft or whatever)
>she’s seen you before, knows Candy………what else does she know?
Y…yes! Yes I am, name’s Anon and my fluffies names are Candy, Naomi and Sparkle
>”Oh! I guess ive only seen the pink one”
I adopted the other two recently, their sisters and frineds of Candy, from the same adoption center
>”Awwwww that’s so sweet! It’s nice to see a guy that actually loves fluffies and doesn’t just want to beat them senseless”
“Y..yeah I love fluffies! Cutest things on the planet, right next to babies!”
>If you were a treasure chest you’d lie on the bottom of the ocean
>She buys it and continues to smile and d’aww
>the moment is interrupted by fluffy wailing
>you look over to see Sparkle dashing towards you, tears filling her eyes
>”DADDY! DADDY!” she cries as you pick her up
“Whats wrong Sparkle?”
>”Meanie pone give huwties to peepee!”
>Oh great, you turn her over and sure enough her crotch is bleeding
>dammit you wish she had some experience like her sister
>”ohhh you poor thing!” says Ally as she pets the sniffling Sparkle
>fuck you hope the girls cover for her
>as you shush and reassure the sniveling pone a police officer approaches
>”good morning you two, I am officer James Harrold, I’m watching over this event. Is something wrong?”
“no, my fluffy just had a…..bad first experience”
>”I’m sorry to hear that. I’m on the lookout for fluffy pony abusers, these events seem to draw them out. With the new fluffy protection laws, god helps us, we are sworn to protect these creatures due to their minor sentience.”
>Standing near a cop never makes a pimp feel safe
“Thank you officer you’re doing a great job but we have things here”
>”actually I wanted to discuss another thing. You come to this park and others a lot. I see you sometimes on my patrols. A lot of people seeming to get pickpocketed. Money gone missing but all you do is sit on the bench with your phone. So I doubt you see anything?”
>you break into a cold sweat
“no sir, I just brings my girls here and let them play”
>”hmmm good man, good to see some guys actually care for these things. One less person I have to arrest. Well im going back to my rounds, see you around mr….?
“Anon, Anon Anonymous”
>Fuck why’d you give him your name?
>he smiles “see you around Anon”
>you sit down as calmly as you can still holding Sparkle to your chest
>”what was that all about?” Ally asks
“i..no clue”
>youre glad youre holding sparkle or your hands would be shaking
>a purple unicorn trots up to Ally and says “Hewwo mommy!”
>”hey Grimmace! You having fun?”
“Grimmace?” you ask with a smile
>”yeah, you know, Ronald Mcdonalds friend? Doesn’t he look like him?”
>you have to admit, the little lardo with his red eyes does look like him
>you just hope he isn’t one of your clients
>”gwimmace weady to go now, am sweepy”
>”alright sweety, lets go home” she stands up and fumbles through her purse “it was nice meeting you!”
>Ally hands you a card “it has my home number, call me if you ever want the girls to have a playdate at someone house”
>she smiles for a bit the walks away with Grimace in her oversized purse
>’Ally Anon, attorney at law’
>that might come in handy
>after sparkle stops sniveling you give her a bag of skittles and her raincloud disappears
>you go collect the girls and stuff them in your bike basket
>overall you made $422, which makes up for shitting your pants after your talk with the cop
>Candy and Naomi eat their skittles as you pedal for home
>the whole way you wonder about how much longer you can do this, and if Ally is single