The Mill Part 8

>you are Hailey

>your jobs consist of a lot of things for a fluffy mill

>first and foremost you’re the closest thing to an on-site vet (never thought your degree would score you this)

>tending to sick fluffies, injured fluffies (namely after Rick is done with them), pregnant fluffies, making sure all are well

>second you help joey with feeding and stall cleaning as well as crap processing

>and finally, when he needs it, you help Hans with foal delivery but along with breeding he’s pretty much has all birth aspects down flat

>it’s a thankless job from the boss but it has its perks

>you get to work alongside cute little animals who thank you for tending to their “boo-boo’s” and ask for “huggies” which you happily oblige

>not many except children seem to care for the poor little creatures, well except Joey

>he’s cute but not your type, but you do admire his caring for the little things

>after your final rounds you get ready to check out but notice two things that bug you

>one is Isaac, he’s been acting down lately

>he doesn’t play, only eats and has been scolding fluffies a lot more lately

>you checked him for injuries, his temperature is fine, he’s about 2 so he should be healthy

>it just looks like he’s depressed but when you ask he just looks at the ground and doesn’t answer

>second is Spark, he’s never trusted any human but now its worse

>just like Isaac he doesn’t play but he scolds a lot more than Isaac

>two fluffies who were playfully wrestling got a quick bap on both their heads with Spark barking at them to not fight

>they protested they were just playing but Spark called them bad fluffies for fighting

>he  banished them to the corner of the pen, refusing to let them eat until the others were done and refusing to let them sleep in the fluffpile during naps

>you tried to reason with him but unfortunately Rick was nearby and said “you heard him, they were bad, he’s just doing his job”

>you’d love to just punch that guy

>when everything checks out you pick up some groceries and drive to your home

>it’s a quaint little house, room for about 2 residents

>when you get back home you carry the groceries and call out “Aurora, mommy’s home!”

>a light pink fluffy with a bright blue and purple mane scitters around the corner and hugs your leg

>”Auwowa miss you mommy!” she exclaims hugging your leg tightly

“mommy missed you too sweety!” you say returning the hug

>”wook wook! Come see, come see!” she cries leading you to her safe room

>she runs to her litter box and says “see? See? Aww poopies in wittabox wike good giwl!”

>she rushes to the doorway and points out “noting bwoken!”

>she then goes and picks up a piece of paper and hands it to you

>it’s a crude drawing of a blob with her colors attached to the chest of a stick figure with long hair

“It’s beautiful sweetie! This is going right on the fridge!”

>”yaaaaaaaaaay! Fwidge fwidge fwidge!” she ccheers dancing around in a little circle

“Aaaaaaaaaand, because you were such a good girl this week, mommy’s gonna make……..spaghetti!”

>her eyes go wide and her cheering and prancing becomes more energetic

 

>after a lovely spaghetti dinner with your favorite fluffy you settle down on the couch to read

>she was playing with her blocks but now she has retired to your lap

>she’s only about 5 months, when you took the job a year ago you never really wanted a fluffy

>Mark’s pay is alright but it strains with a pet

>besides you saw them every day, and these things are incredibly fragile

>you volunteered at a fluffy shelter but when you took the job you had to quit going

>but one night you heard a screaming outside in the backyard

>you grabbed your gun and went for outside

>it was raining, you could hardly see so you grabbed a flashlight

>you stepped out, turned on the porchlight and shined the flashlight out

>you  spotted a figure stomping the ground and paniced, pulled up the gun and shouted get out of here

>the figure spotted you and ran

>you slowly stepped out to see what he was doing and the sight made your heart stop

>a mare and 3 foals lay bleeding with caved in heads, severed limbs and blood everywhere

>you were sickened to the core but you heard a small noise

>movement from under the mares left front leg indicated there was still something alive

>”p…pwease mommy….wake up, make munsta go ‘way, babeh s…scawed”

>your heart broke at the sign of the foal trying to revive its dead mother

>you gently picked it up with it protesting and pleading for help “nuuuuuuu! No huwt babbeh! Hewp mumma hewp!!”

>you rushed inside and tended to the foal, drying it off and checking for damage

>you made it some warm milk and found a little syringe you got from vet school

>you removed the needle and filled it with milk

>after much effort the foal finally drank the milk

>later you made a makeshift bed in your room

>you placed the foa in it and wrapped it in a wool sock of yours

>the foal continued to ask for its mother and siblings but you couldn’t answer

>the foal softly sobbed all night, asking for its mother and family to stop hiding

>now Aurora has grown and sleeps with you now

>after that night you’ve started donating money to fluffy shelters and treat the fluffies at the mill with more love

>they don’t understand why theyre hated, they never asked t be fluffies, they were just born that way

>youre glad joey feels the same way

 

>when you get to work you begin your morning routine checkups

>dams healthy, pen fluffies healthy

>you get to Spark’s cage and see a whimpering fluffy with a leg outstretched

>you enter the pen and ask what happened

>when you pick it up it yelps in pain but seems to be stifling tears

>its front leg is broken, but by who?”

>”no! no hewp bad fwuffy Biwwy! Biwwy is a bad fwuffy!”

“Spark did you do this?”

>”Biwwy give otha fwuffy sowwy poopies!  Fwuffy nu smeww pwetty, fuwffies get in twoubwe! Spawk gif biwwy big ouchies!”

>”Biwwy nu mean to!” cries the fluffy now in tears

“Spark it was an accident! I think you’re the bad fluffy here!” you say sounding as stern as you can

>”No! Biwwy is bad fwuffy!”

>billy is hiding his face in his one good leg and trembling

>”Biwwy is no good fwuffy! Neva good fwuffy! Biwwy is-“

>”SHUT UP BEFORE I HURT BOTH OF YOU” bellows Rick who stepped out of the office

>Spark’s face is shocked as he withdraws and hangs his head and you bap him on the nose

“You’re lucky I don’t get Rick to punish you”

>he cringes at the name and slinks to a corner

>you take the foal to the birthing room where Hans is checking up on the dams

>”injured?” he asks

“Yes Spark broke his leg. Nothing serious its an easy patch just give him a week or two. How are the orders?”

>”Good, neon fluffy mare is close and the cutie mark crusaders should be along any day now. If we can get the whole set we’re looking at a $50 cut each” he says with as smile

“that’s great, how you doing hun?” you ask Billy as you prepare to fix him

>”weggie huwt….”

“I know but im gonna make you all better”

 

>you are spark, an orange Pegasus with a dark red, red, yellow and white mane

>the dummy lady just helped dummy Billy

>doesn’t she know Billy is a bad fluffy?

>he gave sorry poopies and put the other fluffy in danger as well, even if he didn’t mean it

>a smelly fluffy is a bad fluffy and no one likes a bad fluffy

>Meanie Rick could have hurt them both or worse the whole pen

>its your job to save the pen from hurties , so then why are they scared of you

>they hardly play anymore, they don’t eat until you eat and they don’t want to play with you or make a nice fluffpile with you

>why are they scared of you? Don’t they know youre helping them?

>don’t they remember how they got here? Do they want hurties?

>well whether they like it or not youre going to help them, youre going to keep them safe

>you waddle over to the fence and look through to the neighboring female Pegasus pen

>there sits the prettiest fluffy ever, a white fluffy with a rainbow mane

>Hailey named her beauty

>she looks sad, she sits in the corner and looks sad at the ground

>you wish you could go over and give her hugs, make her feel happy

>play with her and maybe even be her special friend

>you hope every time you get picked for breeding its with her

>you would have such great babies

>you could even start your own herd

>but you cant, youre trapped here forever and you have to protect your pen, no matter what

>its what daddy would have wanted