fluffy pony breeder/future martini/bigman is gay

>Be the owner of a top notch fluffy pony adoption/breeding center.

>You don't mind fluffies, but you don't like them.

>Some ask why you would even get into selling them, but the answer is simple.

>It's good money.

>It's 7:30 as you unlock the front door and head in.

>You begin to get to work as you set up the playpen in the front room.

>This is where todays "lucky" fluffy ponies go.

>You fill up the water bowl and drop in a small drip of vitamin C.

>This really isn't fucking needed, but you makes the buyers think you care for the health of the fluffies.

>Which you don't.

>You set up the litter box and head into the back room where you keep the fluffies.

>The room is filled with babble but it soon stops when they see you standing there.

>"No tawk pwese...hoomin hewe...no wan huwties..." a little green stallion whispers.

>You like that stallion, you got him from some gay couple a couple weeks agos.

>One was named Frank, you didn't quite catch the other's, think it was Jim or some shit.

>He's key lime green with a darker tail and mane.

>His names Martini, he was a male breeder for the two gay men.

>"Take him! He's ruining our relationship!" one of them said to you.

>"Nuuu big man! Pweese nuu! Mawtini wuv yoo! Pwese! Pwese daddy!" he said as you shoved him in a carrier.

>The one he called big man cried into the shoulder of Frank.

>"There there big bubba...let it all out...I know he reminds of you your dead kid but it's time to move on....you can't ass fuck him anymore....I need your dick in my ass, not his"

>"IT'S JUST SO HARD TO LET GO" the bigger one cried.

>"Please...just go man, get that fluffy bastard outta here" Frank said to you.

>"Sure thing" you responded.

>As you left Frank said "Cmon big guy...want me to bring out mr nig nig the anus wrecker tonight?"

>"*sniff* yeah...that sounds good"

>The fuck man?

>That was a really fucked up 10 minutes.

>Now he's chained to the wall in the back room.

>He's your top breeder pony.

>"Good morning fluffies" you say to the 120 or so fluffies who are hanging from the ceiling by hooks dug into their backs.

>"Gud mownin mista anon" they respond.

>"Has every fluffy been good?" you ask.

>"Yes mista anon"

>"Good, lemme just do a quick check up."

>You examine all the fluffies.

>A lot of them are holding back tears.

>A pink mare you're looking at his trying her best to hold back her tears as you examine her.

>"Pweese....no mo' owies....body huwt...shawp ding make boo-boo juice" she whimpers.

>You check her back and see the hook as dug in a bit to deep.

>You hang them from hooks because it's cheaper than caging and bedding.

>The hooks go in their skin but not too deep.

>You pull her off and hook her collar up to your leash.

>"You get to go to the daddy pen" you say as you drag her behind you.

>"New daddy?! NEW DADDY!?" YAY!" she squeals.

>Nobody will ever find the wound, it's at the skin which is under the fluff.

>Average people never trim fluff because it's cute.

>Some might trim it, the wound will heal by the time they do.

>After around 10 more minutes you have examine all the fluffies and have about 20 on the leash.

>They're all happily babbling about being able to go to the daddy pen.

>The fluffies on the hooks simply cry their little hearts out.

>They have to spend another day on the "shawp dings".

>Except Martini, you just have him chained to a wall.

>Can't damage your best breeder.

>You unhook all the fluffies from the leash and unhook the toychest.

>They squeal in excitement as they start to play.

>Some are coloring, some playing ball, playing with blocks, all the usual shit.

>You open at 9, you still got 30 minutes till you're open.

>Might as well check the pregnant mares.

>You go in the side room where you have about 15 cages.

>It's completely silent.

>"Good morning fluffies" you say.

>"Good monin mista anon" the mares respond.

>You peek into the first cage and see your rainbow maned mare hugging 4 foals softly as they drink from her teats.

>"Am mama..." she says in a whisper.

>She gave birth earlier today it seems.

>Let her go, can't stress her right after birth.

>Check the other cages.

>Most of the mares are either close to giving birth or already have and the foals are to young.

>Last cage.

>"Well well well...." you say as you look in a red mares cage.

>"Chewwy wuv babehs! Babehs eat big fwuffy nummies now!" she says as she smiles at you.

>"Well cherry, hope you don't love them too much" you say as you open the cage.

>"Chewwy wuv babehs sooo mush!"

>You grab the first of her four foals.

>A little green colt, looks just like Martini.

>"Hewp hewp! Hewp babeh!" he squeals.

>He even sounds like him!

>You plop him in a bucket as his mother cries for him.

>You check the breeding chart to see who fucked Cherry.

>Yep, Martini did it.

>"WAN MAMA WAN WAMA!" martini jr cries.

>"Shut up kid" you say as you flick him on the nose.

>"PWEESE GIF BACK BABEHS! WAN' BABEHS PWEESE!"

>You slap her across her little face and take the other three foals out.

>"MAMA" they chirp as you toss em in the bucket.

>"Pwese.babehs.."

"I SAID NO NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP" you say as you slam your fist into her stomach.

>"OOF! ah...ah...ah...owies...." she moans.

>You walk away she weeps into her hooves.

>You take the bucket to the daddy pen and dump them out.

>Except for Martini Jr.

>The babies snuggle each other as they cry.

>"MAMA MAMA! PWESE WAN MAMA BACK!"

>You take martini and put him in a different cage next to the playpen.

>"WAH? WHY AWONE? WAN' FAMWEE!"

>"Nah you little shit you're my new breeder." you say as you tap at the cage.

>He begins to cry but soon sees it's getting him nowhere and curls up into a ball.

>*Sniff..."mama..."