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Fluffy Springs Saga
Side Story 35.2

Thursday, June 09

We arrive at Fluff Farms to see two fluffies, new arrivals at the grey main barn, placed into neighboring pens. Various colors of mares dotted the pens spread out under the roof of the oldest and largest building on the facility. Each fluffy scoped out their new home, finding the water bottle, the strange metal milkie pole on one corner, and some brightly colored blocks at the back of the pen trapped in the wall. But there's one thing missing that their mothers instilled upon them that they use.

No place to do good poopies!

A nice human lady was walking past their pen with a cart, when Blue 8385 spoke up.

PWEESE! Blue 8385 begged, NICE WADY!? WHEWE AM POOPIE PWACE FOW GOOD POOPIES?! BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE NO MAKE GOOD POOPIES DIS BWIGHT TIME!

Batte stopped. It was a common occurrence here with new mares, thinking since they hadn't gone to the toilet yet that day that it was getting close to the time where they would have to go. Actually, they hadn't been fed in 24 hours for the sole purpose of making sure they'd defecated out all they could in their mother’s pens that they grew up in before getting into their own new pens and starting their life as breeders.

"It's over there sweetie, see the little blockie shapes on the floor? Just like with your mother’s pen", and the worker pointed over to the middle of the wall where a wire grate lay blocked up from underneath.

The young blue mare looked over, and saw the familiar place she had seen when she was growing up in Blue Barn 03. But this was different!

BUT DAT AM NO GOOD FOW POOPIES! POOPIES NEED GO DOWN!

Her green neighbor, Green 4792, having investigated her own floor blockies agreed. DAT WIGHT! FOWSEBENINETOO KNOW DAT GOOD POOPIES AM GO DOWN, AN' NOT ON FWOOW!

"You are right! Both of you! But your pens' poopie place has to go sleepies for a little bit. It'll be okay."

The two virgin mares weren't convinced. FOWSEBENNINETOO DON' WAN' GO BAD POOPIES! BAD POOPIES AM POOPIES ON FWOOW!

She may have trickled a little bit of urine at this point from fear. But luckily, was standing over her designated toilet area, so no harm done as the liquids trickled around the plate into their proper places.

Batte laughed, "I understand. But the floor blockies have to sleep. You will not get a sorry stick if you go poopies on the floor blockies. It's the same as in your mother's pen, right?"

She looked at both arrivals and slowly both Blue 8385 and Green 4792 thought about it, and nodded their heads.

"Good!" said Batte, and did her little acting role as she was taught, acting as the approving "mummah". It helped the new ones adjust if they felt they had a human who was watching them ensuring compliance.

"Now, since you are both good fluffies, how about a little dinner?"

At this, both fluffies got very excited and ran about their new homes in little circles. The blue one spoke first again. It looks like that will be a pattern in their relationship. In the end, she even got to go to Skettiland first. But that's a ways away.

BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE AM BESTEST COWOW! AM BESTEST BWUU EBAH!

There was a dissenting opinion. NO! FOWSEBENNINETOO AM BESTEST COWOW!

"Oh, really?", said Batte, leaning up against the dividing post between the two pens. "Why isn't your new neighbor the bestest color?" addressing Blue 8385 directly.

The blue biotoy thought for a minute then walked to the other corner away from the green, motioning with a hoof towards the nice lady to come nearer. Batte walked over and got down on all fours, close enough for the fluffy to whisper her answer.

Blue 8385, glanced at the green fluffy again, then whispered, GWEEN FWUFFY AM POOPIE COWOW!

Batte, fully trained to handle these situations, expressed surprised and blurted out, "You think Fowsebenninetoo is poopie colored?!"

In the next pen over, an orange fluffy laughed a little. She'd long been through the same ordeal when she was a new mare here and so was enjoying the show.

Green 4792 was upset!

FOWSEBENNINETOO NO AM POOPIE COWOW! she fumed, then sputtered a couple of times in exasperation, before finally managing to drag a proper retort to the accusation from her little mind.

WEWW, NUH UH! BWUEATEEFWEEATEFIBE AM POOPIE COWOW!

At this offensive declaration, the two newest additions to the barn started bickering back and forth through the wire fence at each other, and Batte let that go on for a little bit. It was early, with the new mares being added all over, so she allow herself be pulled away to start treatment on these two, with other staff taking up the other arrivals. All of the new ones were going to get the same treatment, and it was better to let them get really worked up about these sort of things. It took a personal touch some times.

While the two fluffies squabbled, she went back to her cart, filled with several color-coded containers of specially prepared fluffy chow. The kibble was fortified with extra vegetable protein, nutrients, minerals, and an almost unhealthy dose of food coloring. Batte opened up the blue bin and filled a bowl with the bluest nuggets ever. She made a twin of that from the green container. Taking each bowl up, she placed the meals directly in front of the squabbling fluffies.

SEE!? said Blue 8385, pointing to her dish of blue kibble. BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE NUM PWETTY BWUU NUMMIES 'CAUSE BWUU NUMMIES AM BEST!

Green 4792 had already eaten some of her food, so when she stuck her tongue out at her neighbor, it was already a brilliant shade of emerald.

NO! PWETTY GWEEN NUMMIES AM BESTEST, growled the green mare.

Both fluffies quickly devoured all of their "best" colored nuggets, glaring at each other with fierce determination to prove the other one wrong. The animosity drove them to the farthest points of the pens away from each other that they could get.

Batte simply marked outside their pens that they'd both emptied their bowls, set a timer on her watch, then continued on her tasks. Two hours later, after making the rounds at all of the other new mares with similar issues, she arrived back to the pens of our little blue and green subjects.

The neighbors were still not talking. But both were about to be drawn together by a force more powerful than hatred.

The need for good poopies.

The grates for disposal were both at the same barrier between the two pens, keeping the needed plumbing for the barn down to a minimum. After two hours of decidedly ignoring the other, both fluffies' lower intestines were filled to the rim, and the lessons their mothers instilled into both, to be good fluffies and never make bad poopies, finally overcame their revulsion to the other "poopie" fluffy.

Neither fluffy would look at the other, of course, while doing their business. But with the grates blocked up there was only one place for their animal waste to go.

Which was nowhere.

It sat on the wire grate, and as per the pattern, Blue 8385 noticed that her neighbor was poopie colored at last.

SEE!? the blue fluffy said, pointing at the pile on the other side of her pen. DAT AM POOPIE COWOW!

Green 4792 looked behind her at what she'd wrought into the world. It was good poopies. A solid green pile of good verdant poopies. She looked at it sitting atop the plate that kept it from being swept down into the sewage systems of the barn. She stared at her own fluff, nearly the same color.

Batte waited. Soon, a little wisp of steam puffed out from Green 4792's ears and she knew that was the sign that the reprogramming had taken hold. Time to drop the poop bomb on the blue biotoy.

"Oh, Blue 8385! Look at your poopies!" Batte chimed out to her charge. "Those good poopies are the same color as you!"

The blue mare shook her head, NO! GWEEN AM POOPIES! SEE? she said pointing through the fence.

"No, I'm not looking at Green 4792's good poopies. I'm looking at your good poopies!"

BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE NO AM POOPIE COWOW! BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE POOPIES AM... and the cognitive dissonance took hold in her neurons as she spied the cobalt crap sitting on her side of the fence.

DAT NOT BAD POOPIES! DAT AM GOOD POOPIES! she said as she fought mentally, BUT GOOD POOPIES AM BWUU, AN' BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE AM BWUU... SO BWUUATEEFWEEATEFIBE AM GOOD POOPIES...

Batte just nodded. "Yes, you are a good blue poopie color!" Blue 8385's eyes crossed a little bit. It had taken a little while but the connections were reassessed. The Fluff Farms worker looked at her watch, counting the seconds. She’d send the information up to central in her report.

A little puff of steam rose from the ears of the blue fluffy mare, now making the connection between her own waste and her own color. Since her bio-programming said that poopie colors were bad, but the proof in front of her showed her that she was poopie colored herself, there were only two logical paths for her to follow.

One, she was a poopie fluffy.

Or two, poopie colors were just colors.

Those extra minerals and nutrients? They leaned on the scales of randomness between the two logic paths.

Okay, they didn't really. They tack welded one path to the biological base logic tree, and that path was option two.

Both fluffies flew into despondent sobs and tried to hug the other fluffy through the fence. Batte reached in and put the green filly in with the blue to let them hug out their apologies before moving them back to their own pens. Since they were both poopie colors then color really didn't matter, and they'd given the other heart hurties which they were now sorry for doing.

The two mares went on as best friends, and lived long happy lives at Fluff Farms, giving birth to over a hundred babies each in a rainbow of colors, all of which were poopie colors according to their new minds. They sang mummah songs to each other's babies, played together in the garden, taught their babies to be good babies, and spent every waking moment in total peace with who they were and who their neighbor was.

The two eventually went to Skettieland side-by-side when the time came, becoming closer than they'd even been before, having been ground up into the same production lot of Fluff Burger patties and shipped off to the distribution warehouse.

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Anonymous1: “Cobalt crap”. I love the ending to this. Two bestest buddies overcoming adversity and being ground up into burger meat like bison buddies
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Anonymous2(1): Bosom buddies. Spellcheck is crazy sometimes
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PencilWingie: Well, there could be some bison DNA in there for all we know...

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PeanutButterJellenheimer: Lol. Great story! A little frustrating with apple about to show up and all, but still good enough I don't mind.