A Special Breed
> Jeane hangs up the phone
> Her delicate hands work the smart phone as she speaks to her employees in the office area
> "Okay, looks like another order of wall-eyes need to be bred"
> With almost practiced precision the small staff of breeders groans in unison
> "I know, I know but we can charge extra for the foals so don't drag your feet"
> "This guy wants at least one whole litter if not more"
> Leaning back in his chair a blonde twenty something with several tattoos named Rex groans
> "It's not the same guy we had last month is it? How does he go through so many foals?"
> No one answers
> Everyone knows how hard it is taking care of the dysfunctional fluffies
> Though being abusive certainly doesn't help their lifespan
> A small Asian girl with red hair chimes in
> "Well, cash is cash.  I'll go check on our stock"
> She has been working here for a little over three years
> Her hair has been every color a fluffy can be
> And then some
> It only takes a few second for her to reach the bottom of the stairs
> She moves through the breeding room
> A small bare place with several doors and a large plush play pen stained with various fluids
> She moves towards the storage room
> Taking in a deep breath she passes through the door and is assaulted by the noise and stench
> "Fwuffy wan wun! wan pway! Nyuuu! Bad poopies! Whew bebbeh! Mummah nee giff Babbeh... Hewp! Nee' wun way! Nuu wike pwace! Nuu smeww pwetty!"
> Not only is it loud, but the stench hangs in the air like a toxic miasma
> Racks of cages hold roughly two hundred fluffies
> Had it not been for years of experience she probably would have vomited
> The fluffies notice the red headed woman and begin shouting for her
> "Wady! Wady! Hewp! Twish hewp fwuffy? Pwomise be nice nuu meanie! Hewp Fwuffy Pwease!"
> Trish quickly passes through general storage into a back room
> The sign on the door reads "Special"
> Once in special storage the sound quiets down
> Most fluffies here have bigger cages, more space to walk and litter boxes of their own
> No confining cages that hold the fluffies in place letting them shit down the back of the mesh racks
> These fluffies are special for one reason or another
> Small stickers and a laminated index card show why
> Walking past cages towards the back of the room Trish catches glances at the fluffies
> Green spot, rare color/ pattern
> Yellow spot, rare disposition/ intellect
> Red spot, violent/ broken
> Black spot, deformed/ mutated
> White spot, runts
> The list goes on
> She heads towards the back of the room
> Some of the greenies, fluffies with unique colors, call for attention
> Most other cages either are quiet or unable to speak
> Then she reaches the rack of wall-eyes
> Their eyes watch Trish and another point in space as she approaches
> Some speak like normal fluffies but most simply bleat nonsense
> "Nnnaaa! Nnnnaa! Faufwa fowgah poopsis!"
> Trish notices one wall-eye who has forgotten how to poop
> It's unusually large and is practically squished against the cage walls
> These are used for their safety like regular fluffies
> No comfort for them
> "Just relax"
> It stupidly breaths a sigh and a stream of shit fires out its back end
> "Nn...nnaaaaaaaaahh..."
> Now relieved it is noticeably smaller
> "Maybe we should check on these guys more often..."
> Going down the line Trish takes note of gender, breed, color, and status of each wall-eye
> Those that pass are given a red circle on their laminated card
> The rest are either dead, they get a red X, or unable to breed
> Quickly returning to the office Trish hands Jeane the clipboard
> "Looks like we have around 8 mares, and 3 stallions ready"
> Jeane runs her fingers through her long black hair twirling a strand around her finger
> "Hmm... we may get some foals we can use... Okay, Roxy and Trish, you work on getting those retards pregnant, get it done before tomorrow, okay?"
> Rex, affectionately and mockingly known as Roxy, stands up and grabs the clipboard from his employer who is now chuckling
> "It's Rex damnit, and fine we'll have em shaved, sexed, and placed in isolation by tonight"
> Jeane only smiles and winks
> "Thanks Roxy baby"
> The surly Rex and smiling Trish head down stairs
> "Ugh... I can't believe she hasn't let that go!"
> "Well, you did pass out your first day"
> "Jeeze any normal person would pass out going through there for the first time!"
> Grabbing a cart stacked with pet carriers Rex rolls through the storage room
> He doesn't flinch now, but his first day he was literally knocked off his feet when he took a whiff
> His first job was cleaning the storage room
> It hadn't been cleaned for a week
> A cruel prank to be sure, but being called Roxy on a daily basis is more fun for the staff than cruel
> The fluffies go berserk when they see the cart
> "FWUFFY WAN WUN! PICK FWUFFY! PWEASE WAN GUU NUMMIES! NUUU!! NUU WAN SPECIAW HUGGIES! NUU FEW PWETTY!"
> It means breeding, playing, spaghetti, and special hugs
> All of the fluffies in here are mares save the single rack of stallions
> Most mares are less than thrilled for breeding
> "Not today fluffies"
> Some cheer, other scream, most just keep on yelling trying to get some attention in the small metal cage that is their world
> Pitiful really