>You are Jim Roberts. Former computer technician, laid off due to lack of work.
>You’ve been working at your friend’s fluffy pony breeding ranch.
>By “ranch”, you mean “his garage”.
>Still, the money is decent and the work’s not usually that hard. You keep the place spotless.
>Sometimes the fluffies can be really irritating. You find the limits of your temper pushed almost daily.
>You friend Frank does the paperwork and deals with the clients. All you have to do is keep the little shits clean and show off foals.
>You and Frank put a lot of effort into getting healthy breeders. You also try to use more intelligent fluffies. A smarter fluffy means less accidents.
>You’ve just captured a herd of nine fluffies. Well, ten, actually. But they had a smarty friend as their leader.
>You HATE smarty friends.
>Unfortunately you had to cull the herd a bit. A couple unable to breed, a couple with bad behavior problems.
>You give the newbies a couple of days to settle in. Have to keep an eye on the weened foals, too.
 
>Time to try out the new breeders. You pluck your most reliable male, a light green unicorn named Martini, out of his cage.
>They all call you “Big Man”. You don’t mind it. You don’t like it when they call you
“daddy”. That’s none of their fucking business.
>”hewoo bigman! give hugs? pway owside?”
>Shit. You were hoping he’d forgotten going for the walk. Martini made good bait for the new fluffies but his memory is a little better then the average pony.
>”not time fo buzzy tool! no wan wose mo fwuff!”
>”Quiet, Martini. Time for special hugs.”
>”yay! mawtini wuv give special hugs!”
>”I know you do, little buddy.”
>You put the ecstatic fluffy in the breeding nest.
>It’s basically a wide, low box with a couple of blankets in the bottom covered with a pee and poop-absorbant sheet and some towels on the sides.
>Martini happily bounds around the box, waiting for his intended mate.
>You grab Blueberry, one of the newbies. You had to amputate her broken front legs but otherwise she seems healthy.
>”pwease big monsta bwoobewwy wan weggies back! pwease no mowe huwty! bwuebewwy wanna go HOME!”
>Shit… you might have to jumpstart her. You were hoping she’d forget the legs.
“You ARE home, honey.”
>You plop the pony down in the breeding nest. she pathetically pushes herself around with her rear legs while crying.
>”Shit. Curse my crap memory.”
>Forgot to shave her cooch. You’ll do the same in about two weeks when she’s ready to give birth. Goes easier with a shorn crotch and exposed teats.
>Fuck it. Martini is already positioning himself. He should be fine.
 
>”Wha fwuffy doin? no wanna pway dat way!”
>”Shut up and take that cock, Blueberry.”
>You laugh to yourself. You gotta put that bit in the comedy act you’ve been writing.
>”NOOOOOO! pwease no huwty bad pwace! no wanna touchie bad pwace!”
>It’s almost comical - Blueberry is feebly trying to push herself around the nest while Martini is behind her, humping away.
>You feel almost bad for the female, but it’s kinda funny. And it’s the job.
>”Blueberry! Stop moving and let Martini finish!”
>”NO WANN! Huwtie bwoobewwy! bad pwace is no touch!”
>”Shut up and let him finish and you’ll get a treat.”
>”NO WANNNNNNN!”
>Urge to kill rising.
>You grab your newspaper and roll it up. You smack Blueberry on the head with it, lightly.
>”owie! pwease no mowe huwty!”
>”Blueberry you sit still and SHUT UP or you’ll get it worse!”
>She finally relents. Her big eyes are wet with tears. You hate it when they cry. Reminds you of…
>”bigman mawtini no wanna huwt bwoobewwy!”
>”Oh, don’t you start. Just do your thing and you get treats!”
>”But… but bwoobewwy is scawed and cwying. mawtini no wanna huwty…”
>”I SWEAR TO GOD MARTINI!”
>You instinctively raise your hand over him. He cringes in fear.
>You never had to hit him before but he remembers his idiot kid previous owner.
>”mawtini sowwy! no mean to make big man mad! i sowwy daddy!”
>You freeze. For a second there he sounded just like…
>FUCK
>”Just… just finish, Martini! Hurry up!”
>A few seconds later he starts babbling to you again.
>”bigman! have good feew! all done!”
>”Good boy, Martini.”
>You stroke his lime green head and scratch under his chin.
>You wipe his groin off with a warm wet towl and plop him back in his cage.
>You notice the new unicorn, Shadow, barely notices. Have to try him out this afternoon.
>The mare is less consolable. She’s been through a lot in a couple of days. You clean her off and put her back in with Prism.
>She’s still sobbing and she’s shivering.
>”Blueberry. BLUEBERRY! Here, have treats.”
>You try to feed her a soft chocolate chip cookie. She sniffles and chomps at it lightly.
>You dump a little grape jelly on a plate for Martini. You open his cage and put it in.
>”jewwies! thank yuw daddy for jewwies! mawtini sowwy make daddy angwy…”
>”Martini… DON’T call me daddy. EVER.”
>”sowwy bigman mawtini fowgot. mawtini wuv bigman!”
>He digs into the grape jelly.
 
>You sit down on your stool and rest your head in your hands.
>Too much pain. Pain and suffering.
>You miss your boy.
>You miss his laugh and his smile.
>You miss him calling you daddy.
>You do your best to hold back your tears.
>It doesn’t work.
>You head out. Going home to an empty house.
>You miss Alexander so much.