>When you get back from lunch, Sarah is busy schmoozing with some customers.
>She has a few pegasus foals out on the floor, showing them off.
>There are a pair of identical, ultramarine blue female adult unicorns playing with the foals.
>They belong to Sarah.  She calls them Shokaku and Zuikaku.
>As you go into the back, you hear calls of “Sho-Sho wuv wittle fwuffies!”
>It's time to check the dams again.
>Steve is busy supervising afternoon playtime in the sex pits as you walk by.
>Some of the stallions are a bit sluggish.  You'll have to examine them later.
>You head down and immediately hear a dam at full swell yelling about big poopies.
>Her shouts drown out the sound of the other dams trying to get the attention of their foals in the pens.
>You rush over.  The dam that's calling is a yellow earth fluffy named Sunflower.
>She is a veteran dam.
>”Mista!  Mista!  Big poopies comin'!  Sunfwowa no wan' make bad poopies!”
“Okay, Sunflower, I'll get you.”
>You take her over to the table and set her down.  Her legs wave frantically.
>”Need witta bocks!  Big poopies!”
>You squeeze her gently.  A blue earth fluffy foal squirts out and starts squeaking.
>”No poopies?  B-babehs?  Mo' babehs 'gain?” Sunflower mewls.
>You squeeze a second time.
>Two foals plop out at once, a white pegasus and an orange earth.
>Sunflower is back to her regular size, but you give her one last gentle squeeze to be sure.
>Nothing else emerges, so you leave Sunflower to examine her foals while you get her papers to record the litter information.
>While you're doing that, Cherry approaches her cage door, trying to hug you through the wire.
>”Mista!  Sowwy babehs no wuv Chewwy!”
>You ignore her as you write down the litter info-
>Damn it, you forgot to sex them.
>As you turn around to go back, you hear a foal squeaking very loudly.
>When you get back to the table, Sunflower has the white pegasus in her mouth.
>Blood trickles from its neck.  She's chewing on it.
>You smack Sunflower in the muzzle and take the shrieking foal away.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
>She stands up weakly, puffing her cheeks.
>”Mista a'ways take babehs 'way!  No wet take babehs anymo'!”
>You look at the bleeding foal in your hand.  Its neck has been heavily lacerated.
>It won't live.  You toss it in the garbage can.
>Sunflower moves to attack her other foals, but you grab them up and put them in the earth foal pen.
>”Gif back!  Gif back babehs!” Sunflower screams, sending the other dams into a fit of terror.
>Sarah is going to be pissed.  Pegasus foals sell like hotcakes.
>You snatch Sunflower up and throw her back into her cage.
>She's been a reliable dam for three months, and her foals are healthy and get sold quickly.
>You'll let Sarah decide what to do with her, since you're not sure if that outweighs what she just did.
>She blows raspberries at you through her bloody muzzle as you walk away.
>You proceed to calm the dams down, telling them that Sunflower is a bad fluffy.
>Fortunately, all the swollen dams were positioned so they shat into their litter boxes when they became afraid.
>The rest were too afraid to shit.
>After ensuring that none of the other dams at full swell need to make 'big poopies', you head back upstairs to see how playtime is going.
>The mares in one pen are playing hide and seek by closing their eyes.
>The ones that have conceived and are swelling don't get to play.
>They whine about being in their cages and hug one another.
>In the other pen, the stallions tackle and bump into each other.
>At least most of them do.
>Steve moves aside for you as you come over, looking down at four stallions huddled in the corner.
“What's wrong with them?”
>”I think they've pretty much exhausted their special hugs, if you get my drift...”
>You glare down.
“Have they been trying to fuck the other stallions?”
>Steve shakes his head, reaching down and picking up one of them by the scruff.
>It's a light brown pegasus you recognize as Walnut.  He mewls pathetically, barely wiggling his legs.
>You take him from Steve and turn him over to look at his stomach.
>Well, that explains it.  Walnut's genitals are a scarred, swollen disaster area.
>You poke at them with your finger, causing him to jerk away and cry.
>He even shits a little, so you have to hold him over the trash can.
“Get his papers and tell me how many times he's been mated.”
>Steve walks away for a moment, then returns with the paperwork.
>”Let's see...it says a hundred and twelve times.”
“That seems about right.”
>”No wan' speciaw huggies anymo', pwease, no wan'...” Walnut begs in your grip.
>You reach down and pick up another stallion.  This one is a very dark grey unicorn.
>You check his crotch.  It's so swollen, you can't even see his balls anymore.
“How many times for Dusk?”
>Steve looks.  “A hundred and thirty.”
>The other two stallions also present ruined genitals on inspection.
>They have literally fucked themselves into a painful sterility.
>You and Steve take two stallions each and walk past the pens to the tables.
>The stallions all cry and plead against 'special huggies' when they see the mares.
>You take a black marker from the cabinet and go to their cages.
>You cross out their names on the envelopes while Steve gathers their papers.
>After he's done, you toss the stallions and their paperwork into a trash bag.
>”I'll go throw them away if you'll keep an eye on these.”
>You agree, walking back over to the pens.
>”Whewe fwiends go?  Whewe take fwiends?” some of the stallions ask.
>As Steve is going back up the steps, the stallions in the bag begin crying for help.
>He rolls his eyes, turns around, and heads toward the stairs to basement two.
“No, don't do that.  I just got those dams calmed down after Sunflower lost her shit.”
>He nods, and looks for something to shut them up.  He finally glances at the table.
>He begins smashing the bag against the tabletop.
>”Nuuuuu!  Scawy noisies!  No wike!  No wike!” the fluffies in the pens cry.
“Sssh, it's a monster.  It won't eat quiet fluffies.”
>They all sob quietly, most of them covering their eyes with their forelegs.
>A few of the dumber ones yell “I quiet!”
>Once Steve has beaten the useless stallions into silence, he starts back up the stairs.
“Hey, would you get Sarah to come down here?  We've got a problem with one of the dams.”
>He nods again and disappears, leaving you with several dozen sniffling fluffies in pens.
“It's okay, the monster is gone now.”
>”Weawwy? No come to eat fwuffies?”
>You just nod.  Slowly, they go back to playing.
>It's a few minutes before Sarah arrives, her twin unicorns babbling happily as they descend the steps behind her.
>”Ewwies, no smeww pwetty,” one says.
>”I just sold a shitload of pegasus!”  Sarah grins.  “What's up?”
“Funny you should mention pegasus foals.  Follow me, please.”
>”'Kay.  Sho, Zui, stay up here while mommy goes downstairs, all right?”
>”Zwee stay!  Zwee good fwuffy!  Miss mommy whiwe gone!”
>”Sho-Sho pway wif Zwee!  Gif huggies!”
>Those two unicorns are unlike any fluffy you've ever seen.  They ALWAYS follow directions.
>You lead Sarah down to the dams.  She quickly sees that Sunflower has blood on her muzzle.
>”The fuck happened to her?  Did she piss you off?”
“She tried to eat her foals.  Killed a white pegasus while I was recording the litter data.”
>Sarah's good mood vanishes in a flash.  She storms over to the cage and starts screaming at the trembling dam.
>”Son of a fucking bitch!  A white fucking pegasus?  That would have been two hundred bucks worth of foal!”
>You walk over to get the trash can, since you fully expect Sunflower to get stomped into fluffy goo.
>Sarah glances back and raises her hand.  ”No.  I have a better idea.”
>She takes Sunflower's paperwork and looks for the sire of this litter.  “Willow, huh?  Okay.”
>Sunflower babbles nervously as Sarah reaches in and grabs her.
>”Go ahead and move another fluffy down here.  When Sunflower is ready again in a week, I want Willow's cock in her during their every waking moment, understand?”
>You nod.  Sunflower squirms under Sarah's arm as she detaches the envelope from the cage.
>”You're going to make me another white pegasus, you little slut...or you will die trying.”
>”No wan'!  A'ways take babehs 'way!  No make mo' babehs!”
>Sarah takes a very deep breath and punches Sunflower in the nose.
>Surprisingly, she doesn't shit herself in response.
>”Owwies!  No huwt Sunfwowa!”
>”Shut up.  You're lucky you're such a good dam.”
>While she goes back up, you look at your watch.
>Once you're done setting up the new dam, it'll be time to remove the food bowls and get the fluffies ready for bed.
>You follow Sarah upstairs, ignoring Cherry's pleas for special huggies.