The Mill Part 6

>you are Joey

>just doing your morning rounds of feeding and cleaning up the pens

>you see Isaac sitting alone watching the other fluffies play

>he’s been looking so sad lately but why?

>he’s been here for nearly a year and a half you don’t think he remembers his old home do you?

>fluffies memories only stretch back a few days don’t they?

>well, maybe most but perhaps some?

>maybe that’s why he’s so depressed

>can fluffies commit suicide? Gosh you sure hope not

>when you give his pen their breakfast you scratch behind his ear and he smiles

>well at least simple fluffy joys can still bring a smile to his face

>you tussle his mane and continue with the other pens

>first you feed then you clean

>you store the fluffy shit in a wheelbarrow that you fill up the take out the back door

>you dump it outside near the other piles

>there are several piles outside each from different times of the day and ones nearly up to your waist

>these things shit a lot for little fur balls

>you and hailey are in charge of bagging the appropriate piles to sell as fertilizer

>your boss Mark pretty much uses fluffies in any way he can

>you return indoors to now tend to the mares in the breeding room

>the breeding room has two purposes, breeding obviously and housing the bred

>when a mare is first bred she is returned to her pen so you don’t waste too much space in the room

>you can tell if the breeding was successful in a little less than a week

>after a week or less time she is returned to the room and put in somewhat of a dog kennel

>each mare gets their own kennel, with food water and litter box

>they are separated from other preganant mares for the same reason they get separated from the pen, cant risk damaging the merchandise

>some fluffies are too rough sometimes or just get the shit kicked out of them and could cause the growing foals to die

>its been about two weeks and the cutie mark crusaders order dams are swelling pretty good

>they can still walk but they waddle more than ever now, looks more like a penguin shuffle

>other order mares are in the room too

>”babbehs kick! Mumma feew dem!” says one fluffy as she smiles and puts her hooves to her belly

>babbehs come soon!” says another full blown swollen mother, kicking her legs uselessly as they no longer touch the ground

> and she’s right, you wager either overnight or by tomorrow morning she’ll be done

>you think she’s supposed to have a spitfire fluffy, here’s hoping

>but Hans can usually get them right

>some mares have already foaled and the foals run happily around the pen

>one mother smiles as she watches her 4 tikes play with a ball hailey put in the pen

>the important fluffy of the batch is someones OC pony order

>it’s a dark blue fluffy with lighter blue mane, nothing special but that’s how most of these OC pony orders are

>the babies are about a week old and come next week will be weening time

>he will be separated from his family and Mark will work with him for about 5 days teaching his potty training and manners

>Mark is extremely good at training for someone who neither loves nor hates them

>on the sixth day, Mark’s friend will come in to give a tattoo of the cutie mark the customers OC pony has

>he’s Chinese (at least you think he is, either way you cant understand him and he cant understand English and he has to use some translator on his smartphone) and has some sort of tattoo gun that he uses except it changes the color of the fluffy that grows there making the mark permanent

>along with a custom order, potty/manner training and a cutie mark, Mark makes a real killing off OC orders

>and to keep them coming without them dying *ahemRICKahem* Mark gives you each a 10% cut of the payment

>with OC orders picking up and an average of $250-300 charge, you cant complain

>the fluffy will most likely go to a loving home where it will live many years of a happy life with a loving owner………or at least until it drowns in a ridiculous way

>it’s siblings are not so lucky

>they must pass a get 3 chances

>the first is if they are colorful/healthy enough, if they are then Hans will decide if they can be used as breeders and will live out the rest of their lives here

>second is if the customer would like more if not the rest of the bunch, they rarely do

>third and final chance, all foals from a every 2 weeks the foals that are still around are put up for display at one of Mark’s “adopto-mania”

>Mark has the foals rounded up and brought to some major event in the city like a car dealership anniversary, a stock show , a circus, a fair, anywhere theres lots of people

>since fluffy shots and vaccines are dirt cheap all the foals are vaccinated and puts in playpens full of toys

>the cute little critters crawl around and play, all part of a ploy Mark uses to draw in customers

>to really convince the parent Marks sells each for $1, a bed and litterbox for 5$ and 2 weeks worth of kibble for free

>even with that deal Mark still breaks even or makes profit

>after all 3 chances are gone the foals go to Rick

>you don’t even wanna guess what happens to the poor guys

>that’s why you hope this project you and Marty got going will pull through

>you finish your chores in the breeding room and head outside to help Hailey with the poo processing

>god damn she’s hot, you wanna put your weiner in that

>she came along not too long after you and Rick did

>she immediately saw you as a friend when you were kind to the fluffies while Rick was not so much

>dammit you hate Rick, why does Mark keep him around anyway?

>before you reach for your shovel you feel your pocket buzz

>check your phone and see a text from Marty

>”good news, loan came through, we may just pull this off after all”

>you cant help but smile at the news

>good, perhaps you can help the little guys after all