"Fluffy Research" 5/?

"Fluffy Research"

5/?

>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 sit there patiently waiting on Plum to arrive at the entrance and sure enough, you spot her poking her head around the edge about two min after you dropped her off.

>She just stands there with her head around the edge, looking at the herd closely, obviously skeptical about the whole thing.

>After a short while, she gently walks out from the edge and waddles towards the cave entrance, the herd haven’t noticed her so far. This might be a problem, they might not fancy a fluffy sneaking up on them…

>”Hewwo fwuffies! My name Pwum!” Plum suddenly speaks up, taking the herd by surprise, mere seconds later, the smarty friend and some of the male fluffies run to the front of the herd and puff their cheeks.

>”Wat new fwuffy wan? Fwuffy aww awone? Whewe fwuffy hewd?” The smarty friend replies as she walks closer to Plum.

>”Pwum no haf hewd…  Pwun aww awone.” You hear Plum reply, dang, that chip sure works all right.

>The smarty friend just looks at her, from what you can tell, she’s scanning plum top to bottom.

>”Yu guu fwuffy, wan join Puwpwe hewd? Hewd haf nummies an saf pwace.” The smarty speaks up once she finishes.

>Huh, The Smarty actually has a name? And it’s Purple? How original…

>Still, this is common according to the other notes you have, apparently Smarty friends often tend to be the only fluffies in a herd with a name.

>”Pwum wive wit hewd? Tank’ yu’” Plum shouts as she runs (waddles) up to Purple and hug her tightly, making sure to thank her further.

>After hugs have been shared, purple does something strange, she gets her male fluffies to flip Plum over on her stomach and pin her down.

>Before you can react at all, Purple begins squeezing Plum around her stomach and teats, causing plum some discomfort.

>”Why fwufgy touch Pwum miwk pwace? Miwk pwace fo babbhes, nu big fwuffy!”

>Purple doesn’t say anything and continues poking Plum around her genitalia and teats, this goes on for a good 5 min before she gets off Plum and walks back.

>”Puwpwe sowwy fo dis, haf to know wha new fwffy do in hewd. Yu hewp fwuffy mummahs” Purple speaks up as Plum get’s back on her feet again.

>Plum just nods and walks over to the dams lying by the wall, as she walks up to them, she quickly notices the grey smaller mare and goes over to her.

>”Hewwo fwuffy! Me am Pwum, gon hewp yu wi babbhes.” She replies as she sits down by the dams head and looks at her.

>The dam, just now noticing Plum, looks up at her with sad eyesm placed on her tear stained fluffy face.

>From what you can see here, you guess the mare is really close to giving birth and therefore she just grows more and more scared for her foals, crying her eyes out when the emotions become to powerful.

>All you can hope for now is a smooth birth and a runt free litter; it’s all up to the dam and Plum now.

>Looking away from them for a while, you start looking over the herd again, they’re all doing different things as usual.

>Then you suddenly notice two fluffies off by the fountain passionately engaging in quite the special form of hugging.

>The sounds never change, it’s the same constant “enf-enf-enf” repeated through the “hugging” sequence.

>Their act doesn’t go unnoticed as some fluffies walk up and watch the couple, it’s kind of cute to watch, like two porcupines fucking.

>It’s something to watch at least, the herd isn’t doing anything special and Plum is doing her best to befriend the small gray mare.

>You take a quick look down on your now five experiment fluffies, as normal, they’re just shuffling about down there, playing and hugging.

>Your thought pattern is cut short by a painful high pitch “Eeeeeeeeee” emitting from the speakers, looking about, you quickly notice that the male fluffy must’ve finished as he’s now lying there.

>This has to be the dumbest reproduction set-up you’ve ever seen, really? Almost giving the male a heart attack each time he finishes?

>If you didn’t know better, you’d suspect this was thrown on at the last minute by a coffee drugged scientists robbed of all sleep for two days.

>Oh well, despise the issue, these things sure managed to survive out in the wild. But this might be caused by how often the fuck, not how good their sessions are.

 

>That and Fluffy mares are crazy about foals at all times. They keep on talking about them, wanting them and feeding them, this they at least managed to get working to some extent. Sure, there are some bugs; Mothers might forget their foals for short periods of time and leave them behind, they might accidentally kill their foals by suffocating them in their fluff, this sometimes made the mare go into denial and in turn believe that all foals she saw were hers and that the other mares has stolen them. This normally ended with the two mares fighting over the foals, causing troubles for them both as they sometimes killed some of the foals while fighting, pulling them apart or by stomping on them.

>The fights were always a sad sight to behold in the lab… In the end most of the foals were dead and you now had two broken and crying mares in front of you, asking why the foals wouldn’t hug them.

>You easily fixed this by removing the mares that killed their foals by accident, impregnating them and putting them back in the pen.

>They’d still cry over their lost foals, but their short attention span quickly shifted over to the babies now growing inside their stomachs, it was odd really…

They carried the foals inside of them for 6 weeks, only to forget about them in 6 min.

>Your thoughts are cut short by a new sound over the loudspeakers;

>”AHH, Fwuffy haf to make big poopies!” the grey dam yells at the top of her lungs, scaring you and Plum alike.

>You both know what’ll happen next, the grey mare is going into labor.

>Quickly leaving your chair, you boot up all the cameras and start recording from all of them.

>You don’t want to miss a thing from this birth, the first one in the wild and the first ever pregnant runt dam with foals.

>”Siwwy mummah, dis nu poopies, dis mena babbhes hewe!” Plum cheers as she walks up behind the grey mare so that she can assist.

>”B… Babbhes comin?” The grey dam asks the fluffies in front of her just nod.

>Right after she asks, Plum rips the fluff around her “no-no’s off, causing the dam to wince a little.

>She then begins to whisper the same words over and over again; “Good babbhes, wuv babbhes”

>her quiet chanting only stops when she gently screams out in pain, wincing at the foals trying to leave her stomach.

>Then gently, the first foal slides out, covered in a thick afterbirth.

>Plum quickly picks it up and gives it to the waiting mother, you watch closely, hoping it’s a good foal.

>The mother start cleaning it, she makes no remarks about any bad taste, that’s good.

>Once the foal is clean, the mother smells it closely, checking everywhere it can reach, and when she can’t find any bad smells she takes the foal and puts it down by her side.

>Once the foal is clean, the second and third foal slide out onto the cave floor, Plum works quickly and brings them over to the now a lot smaller dam, but this time something is wrong.

>She starts licking the second foal, but stops after a short while and begins to cry, hugging the still mucus covered foal tightly.

>You look around at the other mares and quickly figure out the reason, the foal didn’t make it, It’s a stillborn…

>The dam carefully places it on her right side and cleans the third foal, placing it beside it’s sibling once it’s clean.

> Then the dam screams one last time as the fourth foal slide out with the afterbirth, Plum however behaves differently with this one, she’s reluctant to pick it up at first. But does it in the end and quickly drops it off by the now a lot smaller mare, Plum then sits down beside her and gently starts hugging her new friend.

>It takes you a while, but in the end you mange to puzzle it all together, the foal is a runt.

>Despite the mother’s best hopes, wishes, and pleading, one of her foals came out a runt.

> You just sit and watch the scene in front of you, the mother crying into Plum’s fluff, seeking all the comfort she can get. All her hopes and dreams got damaged this day, one of her foals died during labor and another one is a runt.

>”Mummah so sowwy babbhe, nu wan yu be bad fwuffy, wan yu be good” The mare coos the runt in front of her; she knows that she won’t be able to keep the runt, it wouldn’t survive.

>”Mummah no haf enu miwk fo yu, mummah so sowwy-“ She manages to say before she starts crying again, Plum does her best to comfort her, telling her she’s a good mother and that the foal wasn’t her fault.

>You crack a tear at the sight, a mother broken down and sad being comforted by the herd she belongs to.

>”Nu wowwy mummah, babbhe be fine. Pwum take cawe of babbhe” Plum speaks up, silencing the crying mother.

>”Fwuffy hewp mummah wif babbhe?” The mare speaks up with a faint trace of hope in her voice, Plum just nods.