Huggies Chow - Dominant Genes
> You are a shelter worker
> Not any important or worthwhile shelter
> A fluffy pony shelter
> Not a decent fluffy shelter either
> Your boss has a few backroom customers that buy in bulk
> Most are abusers, but others are breeders looking for rare colors at discount
> You're not paid to worry about these little guys though
> You're paid to clean up their shit, take away corpses, and feed them whatever slop is cheapest today
> Looks like it's expired baked beans
> "Nummies!" "Nee Nummies!" "Haff bebbeh suun! NEE NUMMIES!"
> Wobbly dams and greedy stallions alike jockey for position near the food tube that you drop the slop into
> A slurry of watered down baked beans rush into the trough opposite the sleeping corner
> The corpses are first cleaned from the stained quilt that the fluffies sleep on
> Several stallions dead from exhaustion, mares fucked to death, foals suffocated, you name it they've probably died from it
> There are also around a dozen abandoned foals
> They suckle the air and are far too small for their age
> Looks like some runts again
> The garbage bag you brought in is already half full and tiny hooves poke against the strong plastic
> Once the feeding frenzy is over you'll probably need a second one
> Stallions and would be smarties all buck and bite over each morsel of food
> The boss doesn't let you feed them more
> Says it helps weed out the weak
> More like it keeps his pocketbook heavy
> But, soon the crowd is making its way desperately to the litter box
> "Nuuu! Bad poopies! Nuu wike!" "WHY HAFF POOPIES SUU BAD?!" "NUU SMEWW PWETTY!"
> Farting fluffies clench their buttocks in an attempt to make it to the litter box all at once
> Spoilt beans don't sit well with humans and they wreak havoc on fluffy colons
> Most don't make it and cry as they leave partially digested beans in large piles around the concrete floor or on distressed friends
> Would be smarties and upset friends would dish out punishment if they weren't also struggling with uncontrollable anuses
> The scene would be comic if it weren't for the fact that you'll have to clean it up later
> For now a half dozen trampled and suffocated corpses are retrieved from the feeder trough
> Mostly foals who haven't had their first solid meal yet
> Weak from lack of good milk they are broken by all
> Nearly 100 fluffies crowd into this small space and defecate everywhere
> It's up to you to clean some of the filth so they can at least be adopted by a breeder
> Lately though the foal corpses have been piling up
> Usually foals are well protected by mares and fathers, but mothers seem totally disinterested in their children
> Several you've witnessed looking bored as foals suckle on teats
> Mares are usually their happiest when they feed their children milk
> But, more and more mares from drop offs to collection are disinterested in their children
> There also seems to be an explosion in the runt population
> Nearly twenty times the number you usually clean out are found miserably limping around the sleeping mat
> Abandoned by mothers for being dumb babies
> You don't particularly care about them, but without fluffies you're out of a job
> The second part of your job begins once the "pressure washer monster" is busted out to clean the floor
> You sift through fluffies to find mares without children that can give milk, and remove them from the group pen
> They are placed in individual cages with a handful of foals each
> Most times mares are happy as clams to see a baby again let alone get to care for it
> But these mares...
> "Dun wan bebbeh, bebbehs awe stupit"
> You nearly faint from shock
> There is no instinct stronger than motherly love in these stupid creatures
> Was she abused?
> You give her a once over and search for wounds
> "Wha hoomin doin? Fwuffy go back tuu fwiends? Nuu wan bebbehs now"
> The fluffy is unharmed, and healthy yet refuses to relieve her bulging teats with the now sobbing children
> She would rather suffer alone than care for these kids
> You place her back and retrieve another mare
> This one happily feeds the children who suckle on and off rotated by a happy mother
> "BIG HUWTIES! HAFF BIG POOPIES! OWIES! OOOOWWWWIEEESSS!"
> Sounds like another birth
> You're not supposed to interfere unless the mare dies
> Foals are to be put into their own cage if a mother expires
> You return to the wide pen and watch the largest mare you've ever seen struggle with birth
> After nearly an hour ten foals slip out
> Only three of which are moving
> They are also rather large, and nurse greedily on their defenseless mother
> They're also arguing already
> "Dummy bwoffa! Dis sissies miwkies! Guu way!"
> "Nuu! Sissy dummy take offa sissies miwkies! Dese fow fwuffy!"
> They're not even an hour old and they're already talking?
> What in the bloody fuck is going on
> "Mummah! Why nuu giff miwkies? Nuu wuv?"
> The mother is still and nearly flat as a pancake
> Large foals walk over her corpse as they try to hug her to life
> Then they decide to start beating her up
> "Dummy mummah! Nuu giff miwkies! Fwuffy hugee! Nee miwkies! Dummy mummah bad! Bad fwuffies get owies!"
> They proceed to turn the carcase into a paste
> Fuck, you have to clean that now
> After placing the foals in solitary for a mare to feed them you clean the corpse
> All this is rather bewildering
> What could be causing the crazy changes
> You leave work without any further clue
> The next day the routine is repeated
> Over the cacophony of noise a shrill scream is heard followed by sobbing
> You drop what you're doing and see the mare you placed with foals yesterday is now hugging lifeless bodies
> "BEBBEH! WHY SWEEPIES! NEE NUMMIES! NUU SWEEP! WUV BEBBEHS! WHY! WHY?! AH HUU HUU HUU HUUUUU-"
> The heartbroken mare has dead foals splayed out on her fluff
> Some near her tits, others in her embrace, and a few that have fallen off lifelessly
"What happened here? What did you do?"
> "Mumm-HUUU-huuu-huuu mummah giff miwkies! Am good mummah! Nuu huwties! Nuu huggies tuu hawd! WUV! Nuu bad! WUV BEBBEHS!"
> The evidence backs her up
> Each foal is undamaged and have milk on their lips
> You place the mother with a new group of foals
> Maybe they were a bad batch, the mare is practically bursting with milk
> She is definitely able to give milk
> The new foals hungry from a night without milk suckle on their new caregiver
> She rotates them manually ever few minutes
> But, they never stop crying
> Each time they are rotated back to a teat they suckle to their hearts content but are always crying for more
> Limited vocabulary wailing
> "MUMMAH! HUWT! MUMMAH! MIWK! MIWK! HUWT! MIWK! MIWK! WUV MIWK! MIWK! MUMMAH!"
> You pick up the foal and bottle feed it for a while
> It immediately stops crying and sleeps soundly as it suckles
> Its siblings still wailing for milk while a distressed mare tries to comfort her new children
> Something is going down in fluffy town
> And you're going to get to the bottom of this
> Your boss walks in
> "What in the fuck are you doing?"
"Uh... bottle feeding a foal?"
> "I can fucking see that! Why are you feeding it when the mare is right there?!"
"She..."
> "I don't want to hear it! Now put that fluffy back with her or you're out of here!"
> "And clean up this shit, these fluffies are filthy!"
> Well, you'll eventually get to the bottom of this
> Maybe