"Fluffy Research" 8/? and 9/?

"Fluffy Research"

8/?

>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.

>It’s been two days since you first placed food out for the herd, after the scene, Purple ordered the herd to gather all the food they could find anywhere.

>To help, you walked out again and hid the remainder of the bag on random spots around the area; leaving the herd, none the wiser.

>You’re currently sitting in your chair, watching the weather outside with some slight dread, it began snowing this morning.

>It only took the snow 20min to cover the area in a 2 inches deep white blanket and it’s still snowing, this might become a problem…

>Still, from what you can tell the herd isn’t too worried, their only concern at the moment is that they get so cold when they walk outside to do their business.

> Thanks to the massive food gathering, they’ve got quite the nice little pile stacked up inside the cave, it’ll last them about a month or two by your estimates, even longer if they somehow manage to restrain themselves from eating too much each time.

>Thanks to the weather, you doubt the pile will go bad and start to rot. To be on the safe side, you’ve got a few packs of oats hidden away along with some protein powder that you can add to their water supply if needed.

>Since the herd is so quiet, you’ve got some time to look over your notes and fix some spelling errors and categorize them according to date, time and setting.

>You do this for about an hour until you’re interrupted by some strange sounds coming from the loudspeaker connected to the outdoor camera.

>”Fwuff hoofies cowd! Wan nappie! Whe hewd goin’?”

>”Siwence! Dumb fwuffy! Yu sta’ quiet! O’ smawty gif ouchies!”

>Aaa shit…

>you didn’t count on another herd coming here at all; this’ll ruin the experiment for sure.

>Purples herd is too nice and calm to deal with any other herd; she also doesn’t have any substantial toughie friends.

> On the other hand, you can’t do anything with the other herd, it’d ruin your current involvement so far in the experiment, plus, whatever you do with the herd, and it’d break with all the laws and rules the WWF use.

>Driving the herd off would kill them, killing them all to stop them is no better, letting them get to the cave could turn nasty, none of the options you have on the table end on a good note.

>God dang it! The herd could be kind, but you heard the smarty threaten one of his herd members with pain; no kind herd would do that unless the fluffy in question did something terrible.

>This you learned back when you had fluffies in cages, Fluffies have some very bad form of law somewhat programmed into them.

>Stealing, hurting and such don’t mean anything to them if they have no leader, but they have one law hardwired into them; never kill an innocent fluffy.

 

>you saw what happened to the Fluffies that broke this one law in one of the playpens you had.

>It contained 12 fluffies of all ages, the “bad” fluffy was a pinkish unicorn with a brown mane, he’d always been kind of jumpy and angry, but that day he crossed the line.

>from what you could see at the scene, a foal probably managed to bump it’s ball on his front hoof by accident, this for some reason agitated him way too much, it only took him 10 seconds to somehow run over to the foal and crush it’s skull in with his hooves.

>The screaming followed by the sickening crunch could be heard all over the pen, every single fluffy in it froze and looked at the stallion.

>You stepped out to go to the bathroom for a mere second, when you came out you heard a painful high pitched scream, coming from the playpen, you ran as fast as you could towards the room with the playpen, but you were too late.

 

>The scene bordered to what a mass murderer would do to his victims, in one corner, all the other fluffies were huddled up, comforting the mother who lost her foal. You could clearly see she was crying, holding her dead foal up to her chest while the others hugged her tightly.

>But the real grim scene was that of the offending unicorn, how the fluffies managed to do all the things you’ll never know…

>The stallion lay there half dead beyond all repair, his genitals were lying a good 4 inches away from his abdomen, clearly ripped off, blood still dripping from them. All his hooves had been ripped off and put in a pile in front of his head so he could see them clearly.

>They were covered in “sorry poopies”, reeking death, his tail had been ripped off and thrown away from him, the fur around his butthole was soaked in blood and something you really didn’t want to know about, both his ears were missing from his head and large parts of his body was void of any fluff.

 

>Blood was pouring from his nose, as you looked at him; he threw up everything stomach along with some blood onto the floor. All hope was gone from his mind; tears were running down his face, his whole body hurt. “Fwuffy so sowwy, fwuffy di-“was all he managed to say before he bought it, broken and alone, mutilated and left to die by his fellow kind.

>You barely managed to keep a straight face as you left the room, the second you closed the door, you emptied your lunch into the nearest trash can.

>the scene still lingers in your head, how could the fluffies do such a thing to another fluffy? Was this rule so holy? That once broken, it turned them into creations worse than you know who?

>The scariest thing was that they never showed any remorse for what they did at all, you asked them over and over again, when you asked, their faces went void of any emotions at all.

>But to your best knowledge, this rule might only work this way for Fluffies caged up like those were, the only bright spot in their pitiful life was the foals, you remember watching them at times.

All they did was play with the foals at all hours, only stopping when they needed sleep or food.

>This is hopefully the case here, because if it isn’t you’re looking at a bloody massacre…

>Your thoughts are cut short by the sound of someone blowing raspberries over the loudspeakers, oh crap, the new herd made it to the cave.

>”dummy hewd weawe! Dis Minty cave nao! Minty gif ouchies if nu weave!” the Smarty of the new herd shouts to Purple while puffing the fluff on his cheeks.

>You just look at the scene with dread, the new herd has a lot more Toughie friends, and Purple’s herd is hilariously outnumbered.

 

>”Puwpwe nu weave! Yu dummy smawty! Dummy snawty gif ouchies to hewd, smawty puwpwe neva do da’!” Purple retorts, you got to give her points for bravery.

>The verbal attacks go on and on, so you shift your view over to the opposing herd.

>”Minty’s” herd is actually quite small, 16 fluffies total of wich 8 are normal fluffies, the rest is Minty and his toughie friends. This is a herd built for damage and raids, not permanent settlement.

>As you look over the herd, four fluffies at the back catch you eye, they’re carrying something between them, curious, you zoom in.

 

>To your surprise, they’re carrying two Tupperware containers filled with what you’d guess is Fluffy chow, but how the heck did a wild herd get such food out here?

>The closest place with humans is some cabins about 8 miles down towards town, could they have stolen it from someone there? But why would the containers still be on the fluffies back’s unopened?

>Maybe they can’t figure out how to open them…

>You’ll have to look into that later on if you can, for now you have to pay attention to the shouting fluffies in front of you.

 

>You quickly give Purples herd a look-over, in it you notice a fluffy you’ve never really paid any attention to standing on Purples side, it’s a rather large brown earth stallion that you’ve ignored most of the time because he’s always been quiet.

>The only movement you’ve seen from him is eating, sleeping and drinking, nothing out of the ordinary really.

>But there’s something odd about him now, he looks really pissed for some reason, if you could bottle his stare, you’d be able to scare count Dracula himself.

>You’re taken back when he speaks up suddenly; “Yu Minty?! Yu bad fwuffy!” He screams.

 

>”Minty is smawty! Bes’ fwuffy de’ is! Minty gif ouchies to ba’ fwuffies in Minty’s hewd! Aww fwuffies dumb! Minty smawty!” Minty the smarty replies as he puffs the fluff on his chest, neck and chins doing his best to look imposing.

>to your surprise and dread, you can actually see foam forming around the brown stallions mouth, is he having a seizure?

>”Yu nu bes’ fwuffy! Yu gif bigges’ ouchies to big fwuffy specia fwend! Fwen an babbhes take foewa sweep! Fwuffy kiww yu!” He screams at the top of his lungs before charging Minty at top speed, about 1,5mph.

 

>So Minty killed this fluffy’s pregnant “special friend” at some point?

>Oh boy, there is no way this’ll end well for Minty, he killed this fluffy’s foals; now he’ll have to take the consequences.

>Minty immediately commands his toughie friends to attack the brown stallion, but they freeze in place from the brown stallions’ sheer size and anger.

>Minty sees this and makes a mad dash for the forest, but the brown stallion catches up to him in a heartbeat, pushing minty over.

>Before he can react, the brown stallion pins him down with his hooves, foam dripping from his mouth, causing panic in Minty’s herd.

>Minty, clearly not scared, keeps on verbally assaulting the Brown stallion, pushing his luck to the extreme.

>”Dumb fwuffy wet Minty go! If nu wet go Minty gif big ouchies!”

>”Yu specia fwend dumb fwuffy! Nu wet Minty gif guu’ huggies, dumb fwuffy gif ouchies to Minty. Minty gif bigges’ ouchies to dumb ugwy fwuffy da huwt Minty!” Minty shouts at the brown stallion.

>”Specia fwend nu DUMB! Nu UGWY!” The stallion screams at the top of his lungs into Minty’s right ear.

 

>At this point, there is no going back for any of the fluffies involved, the Brown stallion is beyond any repair, be it hugs or food, not even god himself could stop his rage now.

>Minty from what you can see lost some of his courage after the stallion yelled at him, by the way he’s moving, your best guess is that the shouting might have damaged Minty’s ear somewhat.

>”Yuu bad an fumb fwuffy! Huwt Minty’s eaw! Minty gif ouchies!” You hear Minty shout before his back legs start thrashing about, trying his best to kick the stallion on top of him, to no avail.

>To Minty’s horror and surprise, the Brown stallion bends down towards his face and clenches his teeth around the damaged ear.

“Wha dumb fwuffy doin’? Ah! Wet go of Eaw! Dumb eaw nu weave Minty! Eaw st—“is all Minty manages to shout before the stallion rather clumsily rips his ear straight off.

>”Aaaaahhhh! Whe eaw go?! Gif eaw! DUMB FWUFFY!” He screams in pain, while trying his best to wriggle loose and flee.

 

>”Why hewd nu gif ouchies to bad fwuffy?! Hwed gif big ouchies to’ bad fwuffy!” He shouts at his herd, they just stand there, looking at their hurt smarty, too scared to do anything.

>The same can be said for Purple’s herd, they too can’t fathom what they’re seeing, Purple is standing there with her mouth open trying to say something, but nothing comes out, not even a squeak.

>The stallion’s anger is somewhat calmed by the sight of Minty’s blood, his natural fear of blood kicking in.

>But his body posture and foamy mouth tells you that he’s not done by far, he’s out to harm Minty in every way he can, be it with or without bloodshed.

>You just look at him with questioning eyes, is the death of a fluffy’s “Special friend” such a tragic experience emotionally? Is it so emotionally damaging that it’ll drive the fluffy to kill another fluffy?

>While you’re otherwise busy thinking, the stallion shifts his whole body, moving his head down towards minty’s stomach.

>He looks at it for a second before he starts ripping fluff of in big chunks, causing Minty great discomfort.

>”Wha dumb fwuffy doin’?! Why take Minty fwuff?! Dumb fwuff ny weawe Minty!”

>The stallion ignores Minty’s pleads for his fluff and keeps on going until he finds his goal, Minty’s No-no’s.

>You snap out of your thinking “prison” just as the stallion clamps his teeth around Minty’s genitalia and pulls with all his might.

> Nothing happens at first, but on the second pull, the left side starts to tear, blood runing freely down Minty’s side.

>Fumb fwuffy nu take Minty no-no’s! Minty gif ouchies to dumb fwuffy! No-no’s nu weave Minty! Minty haf best N-“He shouts before the stallion finally rips it clear off.

>Minty opens his mouth wide like he’s screaming his heart out, but no sound comes out at all.

>he just lies there, fluff soaked with tears and blood, his spirits broken beyond all repair.

>The stallion however, stands there for a good 5min with Minty’s genitalia still in his mouth, somewhat distant as if the magnitude of what he just did hasn’t set yet.

>Once it finally hits him, he spits it out right in front of the herds for all to see, Minty’s herd goes into a panic.

>Some of the fluffies just drop to the ground, trying their best to hide from the “scary stallion”, others run around screaming while the rest just loose all bodily functions and soil themselves.

>Purple sees this and walks down to Minty’s herd and quickly grabs the fluffies carrying the Tupperware containers, forcing them into her own cave, seizing the food for her own herd.

>With the food secured she quickly snatches some of the disorientated fluffies, ignoring the old ones, the toughie friends and Minty’s mares.

>Apparently content with her new herd size, she chases the rest of Minty’s herd off before confronting him.

>Minty just stands there, blood pouring from between his back legs, his pride broken beyond any hope.

>”Minty… Minty b… Bad fwuffy… *sob* Minty wose hewd, Minty huwt fwends. *cough* Minty… Minty… wan die nao” He manages to whisper before collapsing, the pain becoming too much for his damaged body to handle.

>There is no doubt in your mind, his damages are too severe, his time has come, and he’ll die within the next minutes from the blood loss.

>Purple just stands there looking at him for a short while before she gently walks up and hugs Minty ever so gently, stroking his fluff and cooing him during his final moments on earth.

>”Minty… Minty so-“Is all he manages to say before the blood loss gets to him, gently cradling him to sleep for the last time in his short life.