fluffy control

>Be a member of fluffy control.

>Fluffies overrun cities and it's your job to clean them up.

>Well not overrun, but they're are more feral/lost/stray ones than there are dogs or cats.

>You can't move them, they will just fuck up some other town.

>Can't but them in centers, some other person will adopt them and possibly lose them or leave them in the trash.

>So you kill them with a stick with a sharp metal thing on the end.

>Just like they use for trash.

>"Nearest truck please head to 24 apple street, about 6 wild fluffies in an ally, over." you hear over your truck's radio.

>You're about a block away, might as well answer.

>"Truck three heading in, over" you say back.

>"Thank you truck three, over and out"

>Pull up outside the the entrance way to the ally.

>You can hear them happily playing and shouting about hugs.

>You hop out of your truck and grab your stick.

>You grab some drywall out of the back and make your way down the ally.

>You stop about three feet from the lot that they're playing in and set up the dry wall as a small barricade.

>A fucking two year old could get past this, but fluffies are weak as fuck.

>You walk into the lot and fluffies and squeal in terror.

>"BAH' MAN! HE KIWW FWUFFIES!" says a purple mare as curls up into a little ball.

>Guess she's had encounters with fluffy control people in the past.

>"BAH MAN IN BWOO HOOMIN FWUFF! KIWW FWUFFIES..." she says again.

>"Mama!" you hear from under her.

>Two foals, maybe two weeks old pop out from under her fluff.

>"NO WAN' DIE! MAMA!" they shout.

>"WAH! WHY WAWW? WEN WAWW BE HEWE?"

>You turn around and see a orange stallion and blue colt rubbing their hooves up against the drywall.

>"Sorry, you gotta go" you say as you raise up your stick over the mare and her foals.

>She cries as she looks up to you.

>"PWESE..HAF' BAEBES..NO K-"

>You swing your stick down and the point goes right through her head, killing her instantly.

>The two other fluffies at the dry wall see this and cry even harder.

>"WAH! GIF FWUFFY OWIES!" they shout.

>The foals chirp quietly as they cry into their dead mothers fluff.

>You softly poke their little bodies and the pint goes right through them without any force.

>Three down.

>You see the orange fluffy and what you assume to be his son hugging each other as they cry into each others fluff.

>"Pwese..no owies...fwuffy sawy...weaf hoomins awone" he begs.

>"Pweese...haf' baebe...wuf baebe...mama haf big owies in wiva"

>"Doesn't matter to me you little shit, i'm doing my job, and that's to kill you.

>The young fluffy begins to cry harder but his father hugs him tight.

>"No cwy.." he softly says to him.

>He looks up at you with tears in his eyes then slowly nods his head.

>"Pwese...be fast.." he says.

>Accepted his fate.

>Wat.

>You rose you're stick into the air and thought "yo this fluffy is rare...nah forget it" and rammed the stick through the air.

>You quickly kill them, as they asked, heh, any fluffy that accepts his fate deserves a quick death.

>"All done" you say to yourself.

>Wait.

>The radio said 6.

>You quickly look around before you spot small movement under a trash bag.

>"Gotcha, you little shit" you say as you walk over to it.

>"NUUUU!" a blue green stallion shouts as he jumps out with his front hooves held in the air.

>"Pwese mista! I no wiv in dis pwace! I jus' twy and fin' sum new nummies! Fwuffy undastan'!"

>The fuck?

>"Understand? What do you understand? That you're a little cunt?"

>"Wah? Name nawt cun'! Name Tony Sowpanno!" He says.

>Wat.

>"I undastan' hoomins no wan' fwuffies in da stweets! I wiv in woods acwoss da stweet! Don Fwuff sen' ova heew to twy an' find sum new nummies! I ain't cheatin' yoo buddy! Pwese wet go! I no cause twouble!"

>Think for a moment.

>This is the most badass fluffy you have ever met.

>Part of a fucking fluffy mafia, how cool is that?"

>You lower your stick and sigh.

>"Relax, kid. I'll let you go, you don't live here, but if I see you're fucking herd in town I will kill them all including you, understand?" you say to him.

>"Yes! Yes! Tony undastan'!

>"Alright you little bitch" you say as you grab him by the scruff of his neck.

>"Tank yoo!" he happily squeals.

>"Woods over there?" you say as you point across the street to a deep bunch of trees.

>"Yes! Wite ova dah!" he happily shouts.

>"Alright kid hold on" you say as you softly toss him across the street into a small bush.

>"WEEEE!" he shouts as he flys through the air.

>He lands in the bush and hops out.

>He waves to you and says goodbye.

>"BYE HOOMIN! TANK'S AGAIN!" he says as he runs into the woods.

>That fluffy is a badass.