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>Work for a fluffy pony breeder.
>Hey, it's a living.
>Your Boss isn't just an ordinary mass-fluffy breeder.
>He takes special orders for specific color/type combinations.
>You want a BlossomForth colored fluffy?
>He can get it for you.
>How about a Luna fluffy?
>Yeah; he can get one.
>A Fluffyshy?
>Just kidding...nobody wants a Fluffyshy.
>You have a breeding pool of 40 mares.
>200 more available from other owners.
>No stallions on premises, you have a network of studs for that.
>The boss has a phone book with over 500 studs in it.
>Documented lineage on every one.
>Using his patented system, the Boss has a 75% success rate at getting you the foal you want.
 
>Ordinary day at work.
>One of your mares is pretty close to delivering.
>B6M21-4...you call her Holly.
>Names make the breeding mares feel special.
>Holly is in labor.
>She's panting...experiencing painful contractions.
>"Whaaa! Fwuffy huwt! Pwease hewp fwuffy!"
>Yeah, that's your job.
>You keep her comfortable & calm.
"Push, Holly, your baby will be here soon."
>"Fwuffy wuv babee...owwwwiiiieeeee!"
>Yeah, foaling is always horribly painful for fluffy ponies.
>Holly seems comforted by your presence.
>"Wuv Mista...Mista hewp fwuffy...fwuffy happy."
>Oh good...the night shift girl is here.
>Do a quick turn-over.
>Grab your coat, head for home.
>"Nuuu! Whewe Mista go? Pwease nu weave fwuffy!"
>Holly is scared, in pain, and wants you to stay with her.
>You can hear her crying for you as you go home for the night.
 
2/3
>Roll into work next morning.
>The boss is already in.
"How did Holly do last night, Boss? Did you get the foal you need?"
>The Boss shakes his head.
>"She's still in labor."
"Holy shit, I left 12 hours ago, she's been in labor that long?"
>Boss nods.
>"Yeah. it looks bad."
>Go to the back room.
>Katie the night shift girl looks exhausted.
>She's got Holly in the birthing pen.
>Fluffy is nearly unconscious...panting & crying.
>"Fwuffy huuuuuuuwwwt! Hewp pwease!"
>The foal's head is poking out, buts she can't push the rest out.
>Katie rolls her eyes. "It's been like this all night."
>The Boss scowls.
>"B6M21-4 can't keep this up.  We'll lose mother & foal."
>Fluffy has another painful contraction...she barely has the strength to squeal.
>"Okay, we gotta make a decision."
"Do you have a buyer for the foal?"
>Boss nods.
>"Yeah...and it's exactly what he wants. Purple unicorn with rainbow mane."
>Katie is already laying out the surgical tools.
>"So which is it gonna be?"
>"Save the foal or save the mare?"
>"We can't save both."
>The Boss ponders.        
 
3a/3 ENDING #1
>"This client is an important one" says the Boss.
>"We deliver his foal."
>okay.jpg
>Look at Katie the Night Shift girl.
"You wanna do this or me?
>"I'm really tired" admits Katie, "Can you do it?"
>Fair is fair...she's been on shift all night.
>Katie holds the fluffy mare down.
>"What do? Hewp fwuffy? Babee come?"
"Yeah Holly, we're gonna help your baby come out."
>Fluffy voice is weak.
>"Yay, fwuffy wuv babee..."
>Push posterior fluff aside.
>Grab a scalpel.
>Careful not to injure the foal.
>Slice fluffy mare's vag open.
>"WHHHAAAAA! Owwwwiiieee! Fwuffy huwt! Owwwiiiee!"
>Holly thrashes and kicks her stubby legs.
>Katie the Night Shift girl struggles to hold her still.
>Blood. Everywhere.
>Slit fluffy open, crotch to belly.
>Pull the foal out...it's alive.
>The boss puts it in an incubator for now...attached to a milk nipple.
>He'll place it with a foster mare later.
>It's easy to get a foster to accept a foal.
>Just tell her, "If this foal dies, I burn your own baby."
>Always follow through...threats are meaningless without action.
>Holly lies panting...dying of blood loss.
>"Pwease...g-gif bebeee...wan gif h-hug-g-gies"
>She has to know she's dying.
>All she wants to do is hug her baby before she dies.
>Stupid goddamn fluffy.
>As if you'd let her get blood stains on valuable merchandise.
 
3b/3 ENDING #2
>"B6M21-4 is a valuable breeding mare" says the Boss.
>"We can try again for this client."
>okay.jpg
>Look at Katie the Night Shift girl.
"You wanna do this or me?
>"I'm really tired" admits Katie, "Can you do it?"
>Fair is fair...she's been on shift all night.
>Katie holds the fluffy mare down.
>"What do? Hewp fwuffy? Babee come?"
"Yeah Holly, we're gonna help your baby come out."
>Fluffy voice is weak.
>"Yay, fwuffy wuv babee..."
>Push posterior fluff aside.
>Grab a scalpel.
>Careful not to injure Holly.
>Cut into foal's neck.
>It can feel pain...it thrashes to escape.
>Holly knows something is wrong.
>"Whaa? Why babee scawed? Babee come out?"      
>Katie the Night Shift girl struggles to hold her still.
>Blood. Everywhere.
>Don't cut the foal's head off completely.
>Shove a hook down its windpipe.
>Yank foal carcass out with hook.
>Slimy with amniotic fluid & blood.
>"Whewe babee? Babee am good?" implores Holly, frantically.
>Toss the foal out in the bio-waste trash.
>Holly is now bawling.
"Pwease gif babee! Whewe fwuffy babee?"
>The Boss asks "How's her vag look?"
>Force your finger up here, feel around.
>Fluffy pony screams in pain.
"Feels alright...some tearing but it'll heal."
>Boss nods.
>"Okay, give her three days rest and breed her again.  I'll call the buyer and tell him the bad news."
>Put Holly back in her cage.
>She's still crying.
>"Whewe fwuffy babbe? Fwuffy wuv babee! Why nu can haf babee?"
>Hmmm...wonder if there's any coffee made.