>In a Korean restaurant on a back street in Philadelphia, not far from the legendary Trocadero Theater, the cooks were getting ready for the Friday night rush.
>It was a dingy, poorly-lit place but their food was excellent.
>Their specialty was fluffy pony.
>Tasting like a combination of pork and beef, many Asian restaurants had learned about the wonderous gift from the Hasbio gods not long after they escaped into the world.
>The fluffies rapid growth and ability to breed at a young age made them a staple of Asian cooking.
>Soon restaurants across the country had a few fluffies in their basement, for cooking or breeding.
>Miss Lee's Poonani Palace specialized in fluffy foals.
>The breeding mares had learned quickly that their offspring would never grow up.
>They learned that they would not get huggies or milkies.
>They learned that their foals lived short, painful lives and would be eaten by humans.
>The mares, predictably, were not happy about this.
>Boon-Yi, the assistant chef, hurried down the basement steps. The head chef needed a foal for his special sweet and spicy foal dish.
>Six cages were pushed against the back wall of the restaurant near a window. When the shit smell got too bad they could open it to get some fresh air.
>In each cage a mare had been crammed. They were in various levels of pregnancy.
>Two had foals. The first, Bamboo, had only given birth a couple of days before.
>Bamboo's foals would be fattened up with a combination of their mother's milk and a rice porridge made with sweetened milk and growth hormones.
>The other mare, Sum Ting Wong, had foals that were a week old.
>Ready for cooking.
>The mares all looked up in horror as Boon-Yi approached their cages. Bamboo held her chirping foals close to her, closing her eyes as they dripped salty tears.
>Sum Ting Wong started to shiver. She grasped desperately at her foals, but they had already grown quite large. Too big for her to hold more than one.
>"nuuuuu... nuuuuu.... nu take babbehs... nuuuuuuuuuu..." she whined pathetically.
>Boon-Yi opened the door of the cage and grabbed at a mewling, babbling foal. It had no idea what was in store for it.
>"nuuuuuuuuuuuuuhuuuuhuuuuu!" The mare tried to bite at Boon-Yi but slapped her in the face.
>It wasn't enough enough to draw blood, but the mare was stunned briefly.
>Boon-Yi grabbed a light blue foal by the scruff of its next and yanked it out of the cage, slamming the door shut with one of his feet.
>The foal began to panic. "wahhhhhhhhhhh! mumma! wan mumma! hewp! mumma hewp babbeh!"
>Boon-Yi was quick to deal with this draconian bullshit.
>He deftly popped a cork in the foal's anus before it had a chance to clench up and squirt shit like a chocolate sprinkler.
>"screeeeeeeeeeeeeee! poopie pwace huwt! eeeeeeeeeeeee! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
>Tired of the foal's screeching, Boon-Yi clamped its mouth shut as he carried the fat, struggling foal up to the kitchen.
>*plop* The foal was dropped onto a large cutting board. Around him there was fire burning, steam rising, and a multitude of people shouting, music playing and a generally loud racket.
>The foal had curled itself into a ball, sobbing pathetically.
>"wan mumma... nu wike... wahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
>A sharp pain exploded on the creature's back as a chef inserted a knife between its shoulder blades and sliced deftly down its back. The first step of the skinning process.
>The chef had snapped a rubber band around the struggling foal's muzzle. It flailed violently as its top layer of skin and fluff was quickly cut away.
>"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMmm..." *CRACK*
>The foal's screams were silenced as its head was cut from its body.
>Soon it would be twice-fied and then covered in a delicious spicy sauce.
>The short, painful, delicious life of another foal had ended.
>Not the first, and far from the last.