Title:           The Fluffy Factory: What Goes Around
Author:          Mayclore
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First Edit:      Friday 6th of July 2012 08:33:50 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 6th of July 2012 08:33:50 PM CDT

>You are a young white unicorn foal.
>Even your mane and tail are white.  Your eyes are a chilly green color.
>You were only brought up here a couple of days ago.
>You came from a place full of baby and young fluffies that didn't smell pretty.
>This place smells very pretty all the time.
>You have your own little bed and litter box in your box thing.
>You always remember to make good poopies.
>You don't want those terrifying blue fluffies to come and hurt you again.
>The big shiny thing is coming.  You're already awake and waiting.
>A few minutes pass before a human comes in.  The one with the purple fluff.
>Not far behind her is a human with shiny things in front of her eyes and long, brown fluff.
“Pway?”
>Purple Fluff Human smirks and walks over.  “You're up early, kid.”
“Haf 'nuff sweepies, wan' nummies!”
>”You can wait until everyone else eats.”
“Wan' now!”
>Purple Fluff rolls her eyes and looks back at the other human.
>”This one's getting spoiled, Whitney.”
>Brown Fluff makes a sad face.  “I can't help it, she's so pretty...”
>”Keep an eye on her.  With Cherry sick, we don't have a constant babysitter.”
>It took the first day that you were here to figure out you were different.
>Every time another fluffy hurt you, or played too hard, they got punished.
>You ate first, before any other fluffy.
>You got to go in the playpen first, and then leave it last.
>You're special, so you should be treated as such.  You should eat now.
“Wan' nummies now!”
>Purple Fluff ignores you.  She's not like Brown Fluff.
>Brown Fluff does almost whatever you ask, when you ask for it.
>When Purple Fluff leaves, you start pouting.
“Pwease gif nummies, mommy...”
>It works like a charm.  She leaves and comes back with a bowl.
>”Be quiet, okay?  I don't want to get in trouble.”
>You stuff your face full of the colorful cereal.
“Wuv mommy!”
>All the other fluffies are waking up now.
>A few complain that you're eating before them.
>”She woke up first, calm down.”
>After everyone eats, some of the fluffies are set down into the big hole to play.
>You are, as before, the first to go in.
>You prance around snootily as more humans come in and disappear into the red door.
>”Wan' pway!” a purple wingie says, nosing a ball over to you.
>When Brown Fluff isn't near the pen, you buck the ball right into his face.
“Fwuffy dumb, baww dumb.  No wan'!”
>”Why huwt fwuffy?!” he cries.  Brown Fluff picks him up.
>”What happened?”
>”Meanie poni huwt fwuffy!” he sniffles, pointing at you.
>Brown Fluff looks at you.  You start pouting hard.
“Fwuffy sowwy, no mean to...”
>She sighs and sets purple wingie back down.  “Be more careful.”
>Once she's occupied, you do it again.
>This time, purple wingie doesn't cry out, he just lays down and sobs.
>More foals are put in.  You turn your nose up at them when they ask you to play.
>You go to a corner and take all the blocks from a dumb green unicorn.
“Dese mine now.  Go 'way.”
>”Bu' pwayin...”
“Fwuffy dumb.  Go 'way.”
>She sniffles a little, waddling away.
>You play with the blocks until a strange human walks over to the side of the hole.
>”Wow, look at you!” he says, smiling down.
>You walk over and smile.
“Pway wif fwuffy?  Am bes' fwuffy!  Aww dese fwuffies dumb!”
>Purple Fluff comes over and looks down at you too.
>”She's beautiful, but she seems like a bit of a brat.  I don't want her to hurt the fluffy I have already.”
“Dat fwuffy dumb!  Am bes' fwuffy eva!  Am pwetty!”
>Why isn't he hugging you?
>Purple Fluff folds her arms.  “I can fix that for you, if you're serious about buying.”
>”If you could, I'd take her home right now.”
>Of course the human is going to take you.  You're the best fluffy here.
>The humans are talking and using words that you don't understand, so you prance around and blow raspberries at the lesser fluffies.
>After a while, Purple Fluff picks you up and takes you through the red door.
>No fluffy is ever allowed there!
>Besides those blue ones that follow Purple Fluff, but they're dumb.
>You are obviously the best fluffy if you get to go here.
>You are carried through rooms until you reach a drab, grey place with bags everywhere.
>There is a shiny flat thing that Purple Fluff sets you on.
“Dis cowd, no wike!  Gif huggies!”
>Another human appears.  You've seen her before.  She has yellow fluff.
>”Tiffany, cut her legs off...but don't reset her.”
>Yellow Fluff smiles a scary smile and sets you down in a metal pan.  It's cold too.
“Dis no wawm!  Gif huggies an' wawm to bes' fwuffy!”
>She's holding you down by your tummy.
“Dumb hooman!  Dat no how gif huggies!”
>What are those things she's holding?
>You watch dumbly as your left front leg is cut off.
>Suddenly, there's a blue hot thing that Yellow Fluff holds to where your leg used to be.
>That's when the pain floods your mind.
“OWWIES!  WHY TAKE WEGGIE?!”
>She lops off your right foreleg.
“NUUUUUUUU, PWEASE NO HUWT FWUFFY!  FWUFFY SOWWY SAY HOOMAN DUMB!”
>You lose control of your bladder and bowels, spraying waste all over your flawless white fluff.
>She hacks off and burns your rear legs.  You are reduced to a sobbing, blubbering mess.
“Why...why huwt fwuffy...why take fwuffy weggies 'way...”
>Purple Fluff leans down.  “Because you're the best, prettiest fluffy.”
“Why...why huwt pwetty fwuffy...”
>”Your new owner is paying a lot for you.  He doesn't want you running around and getting in trouble.”
“Wan' wun...wan' pway...pwease gif weggies back, pwease, no wan' be pwetty no mo'...”
>You're taken to another room where you get a thorough cleaning.
>Your fluff is white and beautiful again, but you no longer notice.
“Pwease gif weggies, sowwy be pwetty fwuffy, no be pwetty eva 'gain...”
>The stranger human holds you in his arms.  “That seems to have calmed her down a lot.”
>He takes you out and puts you in his vroom box.
>He ignores you when you cry for your legs.
>Your new home is big and pretty and smells lovely.
>You have a new fluffy friend, a blue wingie with orange mane and tail.
>You get delicious nummies hand-fed to you when the human eats.
>None of this matters.  You're far too busy thinking with all your fluffy might.
>Thinking of ways to be ugly, so your legs will come back.