- Captain's Log: Fuck if I know anymore
- "Jimbo found one with a horn AND wings a while back...
- One of those other Fluffies, Ellen, went absolutely batshit crazy.
- Started screaming shit about fucking "awiens" and "Weywand Ootani"
- Fuck this. I'm fucking spacing all of them. Fuck PETA, fuck EarthGov, and fuck you. End log."
- >You are Captain Isaac Latt, and you are less than pleased
- >It's been a few weeks since Jim found an Alicorn on C-Deck
- >Since then, a bunch of new ones were born and the other Fluffies started avoiding them like the fucking plague
- >Come to think of it...there's less "normal" Fluffies than Alicorns now
- >You scratch your head, wondering how that's even possible
- "CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!"
- >You glance over your shoulder at the door to the bridge
- >Sylvan, the Epsilon's resident ass-kisser, is standing there, panting
- "What is it this time, Sy-"
- "FUCKING FLUFFIES! THEY'RE FUCKING- GUH!"
- >Suddenly, what appears to be an oversized Fluffy horn bursts through Sylvan's chest
- >He gurgles as a fully-grown Fluffy Alicorn crawls its way out of him
- "Hewwo! Wan' speshuw huggies?"
- "Oh Jesus fuck, hell no."
- >You kick Sylvan square in the crotch, and he collapses
- >Then, you kick the Fluffy in the face
- >It explodes
- >Sylvan dies
- >You smile
- >You are Jim Townsend, and you have a huge fucking problem on your hands
- >A few hours ago, the Alicorns started latching on to peoples' faces and..."giving them special huggies"
- >Apparently, that's how they breed, and that's just about the most fucked up thing you've ever seen
- >A few hours after the Fluffy facefuck, an Alicorn busts out of the victim's chest and goes on to continue the cycle
- >Half the crew's already dead
- >You've been hiding in the ventilation shafts for the past hour or so
- >You can still hear a cacophony of "pway" and "speshuw huggies," along with the occasional scream, coming from below
- >You start crawling forward, but suddenly fall through an air duct
- "Oh, hey there, Jimmy boy. I was wondering when you'd show up."
- >Sitting in front of you is Captain Latt, polishing a plasma pistol
- >Behind him are about 50 or so survivors, each armed with either a sidearm or a re-purposed medical tool
- >He tosses you a pistol
- "So, Jim, you ready to blow these fuckers into space or what?"
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The Final Fluff-tier, Part 4: Alicorns
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