Title:           The Final Fluff-tier, Part 4: Alicorns
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/gq0cqAev
First Edit:      Tuesday 7th of May 2013 04:04:04 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 7th of May 2013 04:04:04 PM CDT

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?"