"Fluffy Research" 11/?

"Fluffy Research"

11/?

>You are Dylan, a freelance researcher, mid 20’s, brown hair, lazy attitude and you’re a complete nerd.

>You just got hired by the WWF to study a new type of “animal” that's becoming a problem worldwide.

>They call it a "Fluffy pony"

>you’ve never heard of such a thing and took the case out of curiosity.

>Man was that a stupid idea, you had no idea working with them would be this hard.

>You are currently sitting in your chair, overlooking the sleeping herd in the cave, you hardly slept last night, and the fluffy from yester day’s vile actions haunting your every sleeping moment.

> After looking through your notes from the lab experiments you think you’ve found a case quite similar to this one.

>It happened early on in the research, a group of wild Fluffies had just been delivered to your lab and they were all going through processing, sorting out the dead or soon to be dead.

>You never bothered to separate males from females; the fluffies there were allowed to breed freely because it gave you a good and stable stream of fluffies.

>Some female fluffies in that delivery were clearly scared by something, they kept saying “miwk gun’” over and over again, you thought nothing of it at the time because they were all malnourished and thin.

>You put the arrivals into their own “mini herd” pens and let them be; only directly interfering with them around feeding time.

>Some days passed and the fluffies had grown large and plump again, but strangely no milk came, even the dams amongst the fluffies had no milk at all, they kept on complaining that their “babbhes nee miwkies”.

>When you think back on it, one of the fluffies in that flock was odd, his feces were wetter and his bone structure rivaled that of a pup according to the test you did on him.

>Maybe he was a milk stealing fluffy too? The cases sure look similar, both fluffies appear stronger, smoother and fatter.

>If that’s the case you hope this herd figures it out soon, because your crap brain lead to the death of every foal back then and nobody knew why, you had to destroy every single fluffy in that group because they all broke somehow after the foals died, they didn’t even try to make anymore…

>Time will tell what the herd figures out/does about this, you only hope they discover the thief in time before the dams pop and give birth.

>You notice that Leeroy has woken up and is looking at you with curious eyes, clearly wondering what you’re doing.

>Since you have no options left as usual, you decide to ask him about it, hoping he holds the answer.

>”Leeroy, what do you call a fluffy that drinks milk from a mother?” You sternly ask him, making it clear that you’re serious about it.

>”Siwwy Daddeh, da’ babbhe!” He quickly blurts out, clearly very sure about his answer.

>You just slap youself on the forehead; of course he’d answer this.

>”No no Leeroy, What do you call a big fluffy like yourself that drinks milk from a mother?” You ask again, clearly pointing out the size of said fluffy.

>”Leewoy nu kno’, bi’ fwuffy nu dwink mummah miwkies… Bu mabe’ ota fwuffy kno” Leeroy replies before he nudges one of the mares in the pen awake.

>”daddeh ask dis fwuffy!” He proudly says as he gently pushes her towards the edge facing you.

>You look at the mare, she’s one of the pegasi that came in the box earlier, and you think Apple was her name.

>”Ok then. Apple, what do you call a big fluffy like yourself that drinks milk from a mother?” You ask her.

>Apple jumps to her feet, puffs her cheeks and looks around the room just as you finish the sentence, clearly taking a protective stance.

>”Apple! Why are you puffing your cheeks?” You ask her sternly.

>”Daddeh sa’ ba miwk fwuffy hewe! Appwe keep fwuffies saf!” She replies quickly before she starts looking about the room again.

>”Relax Apple, the “bad milk fluffy” isn’t here, daddy’s just wondering why such a fluffy is bad. Can you tell me that?” You say as you try to calm her down, she reluctantly “un puffs” her cheeks and sits down again, still weary though.

>”Ba’ miwk fwuffy take mummahs miwkies! Babbhes nu ge’ miwk nu mo’ dis gif babbhes tummy owwies! Babbhes wi’ too bi’ tummy owwies ge’ wongest sweepies…” Apple carefully tells you in detail, a couple of tears seep down her chin as she finishes.

>”Apple, why are you crying? Have you met this type of fluffy?” You calmly speak as you sit down beside her just as she hugs you tightly, crying ever so gently.

>”Appwe haf babbhes, bu ba’ miwk fwuffy take appwe babbhe miwk, gif babbhes tummy owwies, appwe twy to gif ouchies to ba fwuffy, bu appwe nu stwong enu’… Babbhes *sob* b-babbhes haf wongest sweepies.” She barely manages to speak before she start crying her eyes out again, this in turn awakens the other fluffies that walk up and give her “huggies” to make everything better.

>It helps to some extent, fluffies are easy that way, but still, if everything you’ve read, seen and heard is true; this milk stealing fluffy is one major problem.

>You sit and think this over for a while, trying to figure out a way to do something about this, but you come out empty.

>Glancing on the monitors you notice that the dams woke up while you were thinking and they’re currently trying their best to touch their teats, they know something’s wrong.

>From what you can see the dams are stressed and uncomfortable because the thief’s drinking last night “popped” their teats last night, this’ll be a problem.

>You still think “popped” is a terrible word to use for it, but it explains the event clearly, from what you saw and figured out in the lab, the teats of pregnant dams have some sort of failsafe preventing them from squeezing their teats dry while lying on their stomachs.

>You never really looked into the “failsafe” beyond that, the foals started drinking the milk and everything was ok.

>In retrospect you guess it’s possible some form of bond is enhanced by the foals drinking the fresh milk from the mares teats, some special hormones are probably involved somehow, strengthening their bond to a greater extent.

>”Fwuffy fee’ funny, miwk tinges few funny, few wake babe time, bu nu haf babbhes…” One of the dams speaks up, granting her the full concentration of the herd.

>Purple quickly walks up to her and looks the dam over, gently poking her at random spots before she rolls the dam over and pokes her teats and gives them a quick lick.

>Wait what? Purple just licked the dam’s teats? Are you seeing this correctly?

>The dams apparently thinks nothing of it, she’s probably a tad scared by everything going on around and with her.

>Purple from what you can tell is rolling her tongue around inside her mouth; god knows what that’s good for.

>The herd however thinks this is something important; they’re all looking at her closely, observing her actions.

>”Pupae nu kno’ what Wong, bu owed mummah kno.” Purple speaks up before she walks over to one of the fluffies in the crowd and nudges it to the dam; the fluffy is a reddish brown Pegasus with a slight limp on her right leg.

>The Pegasus walks up to the dam and takes a lick too, doing the exact same thing Purple did moments before, tasting it from what you can see.

>The herd is close to standing on their toes in excitement, eagerly awaiting any and all news.

>”Dis nu go’ miwkies! Dis nu babbhe mike! Dis ba’ miwkies, bu dis nu mummah fault. Ba miwkies com’ cut hewed haf miwk stewing’ fwuffy!” The old mare speaks up sternly.

>The news sends the herd into a scared-y fit; fluffies almost turn on each other, trying their best to find this “bad fluffy” somewhere in the herd.

>”Dis ba’ fwuffy! Am sure!” A stallion near the back shouts out while pointing to another fluffy standing next to him.

>”Hewd quiet! Puwpwe say ho’ ba miwk fwuffy is!” Purple commands the herd, they all just stand there and look at her, and they’ve learned the hard way that when Purple shouts, you better listen.

>”Hewd gif Puwpwe new hewd fwuffies hewe!” She continues, pointing to the cave floor in front of her, the herd does as told and quickly forces the new fluffies in front of her, the thief included.

>She looks over them quickly before allowing the old mare to check every single fluffy, to your great pleasure; the old mare knows what to look for.

>She pokes the fluffies, checks their fur, bones and most importantly; Breath.

>You watch as she does this to every single fluffy along the line before she reaches the last one; the real thief.

>the old mare does exactly the same thing she did on the others, it doesn’t take you long to see that she knows something is off with the fluffy she’s looking at.

>You keep on looking as she reaches the fluffy’s mouth and takes a whiff of the fluffy’s breath, she immediately takes a step back, her facial expression clearly states that she just found the thief.

>”Yu ba’ fwuf-“ is all she manages to say in her shocked state before the milk thief turns around and bucks her hard in the chest, .

>As the thief’s hooves meet her chest, a sickening crunch is heard rippling through the cave, the mare hits the cave floor roughly as Purple and the brown stallion run up to her.

>”Ugwy dumb fwuffy nu touch Pwissy! Pwissy am bes’ fwuffy de’ iz! Pwissy dummy daddeh sa’ so!”  The thief apparently named Prissy exclaims with a proud and stern voice, clearly thinking this small feat has earned him a special footing amongst the fluffies around him, oh how wrong can a fluffy be…

>You just keep your eyes on the old mare and purple, from what you can see and tell from the scene in front of you, the crack you heard was the old mare’s ribcage shattering, followed by one of the ribs puncturing a lung.

>She’s lost all ability to speak, she’s struggling to breathe with only one working lung trying it’s best to feed her body oxygen, but it’s to no avail as fluffies need both lungs to survive.

>The mare will die like this soon, her body screaming in pain as she slowly bleeds out.

>The scene is grim, Purple is hugging the old mare tightly, trying her best to remove any pain, the mare merely wheezes and coughs up blood, indicating that her end is near.

>”Mummah nu tak’ wong sweepies! Puwpwe gif huggies, huggies mak’ mummah betta” You hear Purple coo the old mare; one has to admire the positive mind of a fluffy in all settings grim or good.

>”*wheeze*M..u..m..a..h *couch* Nu f..ew g..u..u “ Is all the old mare manages to speak before she begins hyperventilating due to her oxygen deprived state, you watch in shock as she takes her last breath and falls still.

>”Mummah!? Mummeh wakies? Pwese nu haf wong sweepies, Puwpwe nee mummeh…” Purple speaks between sobs as she gently rocks the old mare back and forth, trying her best to wake her mother.

>You begin weeping gently, It’s always said that you shouldn’t bond emotionally with your test subjects, but everyone knows that’s a lie, one just can’t help feel their pain or happiness.

>”M..Mummeh…” Purple mumbles to herself, she’s clearly in shock over the loss, ignoring everything else around her, the herd stands still at first, but they begin shuffling up to Purple and hugging her one by one, trying their best to make the pain go away.

>You sit there and watch as the whole herd forms a circle around Purple and her mother, doing their very best to help.

>”Yu nu gif huggies to ba’ dum’ smawty! Fwuffies wisten to new smawty pwissy nao!” Prissy barks at the herd currently hugging Purple and her deceased mother, none follows his commands.

>Only one fluffy in the herd pays any attention to him, the brown stallion, he’s shaking like a tumble dryer, his mouth foaming gently as he looks at Prissy.

>Prissy notices this and walks up to the stallion, he then quickly slaps him over the nose with his hoof.

>”Wha dummy fwuffy wan? Wan pwissy gif yu’ owwies?” Prissy taunts him, raising a hoof to illustrate his point further.

>Prissy must have missed the whole battle outside the cave earlier as this is bordering to a suicide.

>The brown stallion just stands still and looks at prissy before he jumps forward and throws prissy to the ground harshly.

>The stallion then quickly whaps prissy on the nose and drags him out of the cave in tears, you on the other hand quickly change cameras and watch the brown stallion outside.

>He stops a good bit away from the cave and walks up besides Prissy’s face and looks into the now crying fluffies eyes, staring him down.

>You just sit there dumbfounded, not sure if you should be writing this down or just letting this one thing slide.

>Your thoughts are cut short by a cracking sound followed by a high pitched scream, you quickly drop all your thoughts and look at the screen, the scene in front of you is chilling at best.

>You quickly see that the stallion just broke Prissy’s front legs with a swift strike; blood is seeping out from a wound on Prissy’s left foot and you can see the bone sticking out.

>While Prissy’s screaming in pain the stallion walks up to his rear end and breaks his back legs with a quick jolt, causing the badly hurt prissy further pain and suffering, you just sit there and watch as the stallion squats over Prissy’s chest and gives him “sorry poopies” before he leaves the now crippled and broken fluffy to join the herd again.