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original automated adoption center story: http://pastebin.com/LyefznLG
>it's the future
>be an engineer at an automated fluffy pony adoption center
>you and other engineers come to the automated adoption center once a week to do inspections on the machines, and to repair anything that needs it
>it's a pretty good paying job considering how little work you and your co-workers do
>gives you plenty of time for vidya, hanging out with your friends and family, watching old episodes of FiM, fapping to midget porn, etc.
>today's the day you come in for routine inspection and repairs
>you're on of the few humans working here; aside from other engineers, security guards, phone operators, and the manager, all the work is done by machines and robots
>unloading and opening dozens of crates with hundreds of fluffy ponies in each, extracting valuable fluffy feces, shaving the fluffies, inspecting their naked bodies for health problems, spaying or neutering them, keeping them in incubators, exercising them, and keeping the fluffies comfortable until someone adopts them, not a single human does this anymore
>of course, if a fluffy isn't adopted after a month, it is shipped off to the manure refinement plants, where they are force-fed all of their feces to make potent manure, which is also run by machines
>anyways, the engineers at the adoption center need to take a look at the long line of machines, which have been shut off for now
>one hour and thirty-five minutes later, work is finished
>only a few minor repairs, some cleaning, and general upkeep were needed
>just another day
>you have twenty-five minutes left, so you decide to look around the factory
>you head to and enter the area where shaved, hairless fluffies are placed in in a giant room full of thousands of incubators
>you look at a wall of incubators, with one fluffy in each
>the fluffies, even more fragile than before without their fluff, trapped inside a cramped container, and exhausted and traumatized from the loss of their precious coats and manes, can do little more than sleep and sob until their hair grows back, in which they are taken out for the next step of the adoption process
>as mentioned before, the fluffies are shaved so that they can be checked for deformities and wounds
>if you didn't know any better, you'd swear all the fluffies were some breed of mutant piglets, with their pink bodies
>you don't know why, but you've always liked to look at the incubators and the fluffy ponies inside them; you think maybe it's because fluffless, helpless fluffies are pretty cute
>as mentioned before, most of the fluffies are either sleeping or sobbing
>you check them out as you walk; very few even notice you.
>some quietly moan for you to help them, not knowing that you can barely hear them through their incubators
>one thing you've noticed about these fluffies, that isn't possible to see underneath their fluff, is birthmarks; a surprising and very large number of fluffies have them
>on their legs, torsos, heads, and faces, fluffy ponies can have moles, Mongolian marks, "giraffe spots", even the occasional Gorbachev-style stain
>it's kind of a shame the vast majority of owners will never see the birthmarks of their fluffies, honestly. it gives the fluffies a bit of character
>if only so you can have a fluffy with a wine stain on its forehead so you can name it Mikhail
>in humans at least, some folklore states that birthmarks occur when a pregnant mother has an unfulfilled wish, such as a craving for a food that she can't have
>considering fluffies these days rarely get spaghetti anymore(or people to adopt them to), this might explain why so many fluffies have birthmarks
>another myth states that birthmarks appear when he mother is greatly stressed
>considering what dams go through in the breeding centers, you wouldn't be surprised if this was true
>in other cultures, birthmarks are a sign that the child is cursed
>the fluffies who aren't adopted, or those who get adopted by someone in need of a living, breathing stress relief toy certainly are
>some superstitious people think that birthmarks on certain areas of the body will predict how the child will be later in life; a mark on the right arm predicts financial success, a mark on the left foot indicates superior intellect
>this hardly matters in the case of fluffies of course
>finally, some people say that birthmarks are literally leftovers from one's past life after reincarnation; a burn or some other injury could leave a mark on you even after death!
>that reminds you, Hindus and Buddihsts never came to a consenus as to whether fluffies reincarnate like other, less artificial forms of life, or if it's possible to reincarnate as a fluffy
>if someone did, they said, it's because the person has very bad karma, and for irony was a fluffy abuser themselves
>anyways, checking out naked fluffies
>you're looking at a sleeping, pink-skinned pegasus mare
>it has no rash caused by the shaving process, that's good
>not a lot of fluffy has grown back yet, so it'll be 2-5 days before it's ready for the next step
>oh, this one looks like it has a birthmark on its stomach, which is surprisingly still fluffless. let's see...
>its a Mongolian spot, a dark, usually grayish, splash of pigmentation. it could be mistaken for a big bruise
>...huh. is that a human face?
>wow, it looks like a man's face, fairly detailed in your opinion; you can make out eye sockets, a nose, long straight hair, a mouth, a beard
>it actually looks familiar somehow
>...did you just stumble upon a goddamned fluffy pony with Jesus of Nazareth's face on it's stomach?
>okay, so it could be any random hobo, but still!
>you come up with a plan, but first you need to write down the number of this incubator
>before you leave, you talk to your boss, saying you want to reserve a specific fluffy for adoption, which he gives the okay for despite your odd request
>you return 5 days later, after the pegasus fluffy's brown coat and mane has grown back and she's been exercised
>pick her up and take her home
>"Wuv Daddy! Fwuffy wuv Daddy fo-evah!" she squeals as you carried her inside your apartment
>take out electric razor, place her on her back on a table, and shave her stomach fluff
>"Nu nu nuuuuuu! Why take fwuff?! No wike noise! Hewp, hewp! Eeeeeeeee!!" the Jesus fluffy protests as she futilely struggles
>finish up
>she's mourning for her fluff as you take pictures of her naked stomach
>post them online. "Jesus? On my fluffy pony? It's more likely than you think" you type
>despite what old-timey sci-fi writers and edgy teenagers on 4chan would tell you, the majority of people in the future are religious, and most religious folks are Christian
>get massive feedback, including offers to buy your fluffy
>hold auction, sell your fluffy for big bucks
>"Nuuuuuuu! No wan' dis! Wan' Daddy! No wan' smewwy man! Pwease wuv fwuffy, fwuffy be good! NUUUUUU!" she screamed as you gave her to an sick, rich old guy who bought her for $33000
>the old man thought that if he ate the Jesus fluffy's body and drank her blood, he would be cured of his prostate cancer
>lol, whatever, not your problem
>you did tell him no refunds after all, he was fine with that
>with minimal effort and investment, you've make 33 grand
>use it for cosmetic surgery
>you've gotten liposuction to get reduce the size of your fat ass and had your micropenis enlarged to 8 inches
>hot future chicks can't keep their hands off you
>all thanks to Jesus fluffy

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original automated adoption center story: http://pastebin.com/LyefznLG

>it's the future
>be an engineer at an automated fluffy pony adoption center
>you and other engineers come to the automated adoption center once a week to do inspections on the machines, and to repair anything that needs it
>it's a pretty good paying job considering how little work you and your co-workers do
>gives you plenty of time for vidya, hanging out with your friends and family, watching old episodes of FiM, fapping to midget porn, etc.
>today's the day you come in for routine inspection and repairs
>you're on of the few humans working here; aside from other engineers, security guards, phone operators, and the manager, all the work is done by machines and robots
>unloading and opening dozens of crates with hundreds of fluffy ponies in each, extracting valuable fluffy feces, shaving the fluffies, inspecting their naked bodies for health problems, spaying or neutering them, keeping them in incubators, exercising them, and keeping the fluffies comfortable until someone adopts them, not a single human does this anymore
>of course, if a fluffy isn't adopted after a month, it is shipped off to the manure refinement plants, where they are force-fed all of their feces to make potent manure, which is also run by machines
>anyways, the engineers at the adoption center need to take a look at the long line of machines, which have been shut off for now
>one hour and thirty-five minutes later, work is finished

>only a few minor repairs, some cleaning, and general upkeep were needed
>just another day
>you have twenty-five minutes left, so you decide to look around the factory
>you head to and enter the area where shaved, hairless fluffies are placed in in a giant room full of thousands of incubators
>you look at a wall of incubators, with one fluffy in each
>the fluffies, even more fragile than before without their fluff, trapped inside a cramped container, and exhausted and traumatized from the loss of their precious coats and manes, can do little more than sleep and sob until their hair grows back, in which they are taken out for the next step of the adoption process
>as mentioned before, the fluffies are shaved so that they can be checked for deformities and wounds
>if you didn't know any better, you'd swear all the fluffies were some breed of mutant piglets, with their pink bodies
>you don't know why, but you've always liked to look at the incubators and the fluffy ponies inside them; you think maybe it's because fluffless, helpless fluffies are pretty cute
>as mentioned before, most of the fluffies are either sleeping or sobbing
>you check them out as you walk; very few even notice you.
>some quietly moan for you to help them, not knowing that you can barely hear them through their incubators
>one thing you've noticed about these fluffies, that isn't possible to see underneath their fluff, is birthmarks; a surprising and very large number of fluffies have them

>on their legs, torsos, heads, and faces, fluffy ponies can have moles, Mongolian marks, "giraffe spots", even the occasional Gorbachev-style stain
>it's kind of a shame the vast majority of owners will never see the birthmarks of their fluffies, honestly. it gives the fluffies a bit of character
>if only so you can have a fluffy with a wine stain on its forehead so you can name it Mikhail
>in humans at least, some folklore states that birthmarks occur when a pregnant mother has an unfulfilled wish, such as a craving for a food that she can't have
>considering fluffies these days rarely get spaghetti anymore(or people to adopt them to), this might explain why so many fluffies have birthmarks
>another myth states that birthmarks appear when he mother is greatly stressed
>considering what dams go through in the breeding centers, you wouldn't be surprised if this was true
>in other cultures, birthmarks are a sign that the child is cursed
>the fluffies who aren't adopted, or those who get adopted by someone in need of a living, breathing stress relief toy certainly are
>some superstitious people think that birthmarks on certain areas of the body will predict how the child will be later in life; a mark on the right arm predicts financial success, a mark on the left foot indicates superior intellect
>this hardly matters in the case of fluffies of course

>finally, some people say that birthmarks are literally leftovers from one's past life after reincarnation; a burn or some other injury could leave a mark on you even after death!
>that reminds you, Hindus and Buddihsts never came to a consenus as to whether fluffies reincarnate like other, less artificial forms of life, or if it's possible to reincarnate as a fluffy
>if someone did, they said, it's because the person has very bad karma, and for irony was a fluffy abuser themselves
>anyways, checking out naked fluffies
>you're looking at a sleeping, pink-skinned pegasus mare
>it has no rash caused by the shaving process, that's good
>not a lot of fluffy has grown back yet, so it'll be 2-5 days before it's ready for the next step
>oh, this one looks like it has a birthmark on its stomach, which is surprisingly still fluffless. let's see...
>its a Mongolian spot, a dark, usually grayish, splash of pigmentation. it could be mistaken for a big bruise
>...huh. is that a human face?
>wow, it looks like a man's face, fairly detailed in your opinion; you can make out eye sockets, a nose, long straight hair, a mouth, a beard
>it actually looks familiar somehow
>...did you just stumble upon a goddamned fluffy pony with Jesus of Nazareth's face on it's stomach?
>okay, so it could be any random hobo, but still!
>you come up with a plan, but first you need to write down the number of this incubator
>before you leave, you talk to your boss, saying you want to reserve a specific fluffy for adoption, which he gives the okay for despite your odd request
>you return 5 days later, after the pegasus fluffy's brown coat and mane has grown back and she's been exercised

>pick her up and take her home
>"Wuv Daddy! Fwuffy wuv Daddy fo-evah!" she squeals as you carried her inside your apartment
>take out electric razor, place her on her back on a table, and shave her stomach fluff
>"Nu nu nuuuuuu! Why take fwuff?! No wike noise! Hewp, hewp! Eeeeeeeee!!" the Jesus fluffy protests as she futilely struggles
>finish up
>she's mourning for her fluff as you take pictures of her naked stomach
>post them online. "Jesus? On my fluffy pony? It's more likely than you think" you type
>despite what old-timey sci-fi writers and edgy teenagers on 4chan would tell you, the majority of people in the future are religious, and most religious folks are Christian
>get massive feedback, including offers to buy your fluffy
>hold auction, sell your fluffy for big bucks
>"Nuuuuuuu! No wan' dis! Wan' Daddy! No wan' smewwy man! Pwease wuv fwuffy, fwuffy be good! NUUUUUU!" she screamed as you gave her to an sick, rich old guy who bought her for $33000
>the old man thought that if he ate the Jesus fluffy's body and drank her blood, he would be cured of his prostate cancer
>lol, whatever, not your problem
>you did tell him no refunds after all, he was fine with that
>with minimal effort and investment, you've make 33 grand
>use it for cosmetic surgery
>you've gotten liposuction to get reduce the size of your fat ass and had your micropenis enlarged to 8 inches
>hot future chicks can't keep their hands off you
>all thanks to Jesus fluffy

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