Predation part One

Predation part 1

 

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Warning:  This story contains animals eating fluffies.  Viewer discretion is advised.

 

 

 

It's five years after the first fluffy ponies were released by PETA into the wild, and their population continues to  grow.

Fluffies breed faster than gerbils but a few factors work against them.

Physical strength a hamster could best.

Stubby legs and long belly fluff slows their run to a shuffle.

And most of all, their legendary stupidity.

They kill themselves far more effectively than any exterminator ever could.

Yet their numbers keep on going up.

The urge to have babies and care for them is strong in fluffies, put there by scientists to act as breeding stock.

Farmers take out fluffy insurance with the few companies willing to accept such a risky venture.

The simple two post fence seen on so many American farms since the settlers day simply doesn't cut it.

Now a days it's barbed wire, privacy fences with less than an inch between boards, aluminum sheets, you name it.

People make a living just fluffy proofing farms, it's a big cost, real big.

So big the government has been forced to subsidize those obscenely long fences with taxpayer money

That went over about as well as you can expect.

Even electric fences are making a big comeback.

It doesn't take much current to kill a fluffy, but that comes with problems of its own, helping fluffies use their only fence breaching method.

A ramp.

Made from fluffy corpses.

Smarties send young stallions forward to attack the fence only to watch them die after biting down on a wire.

So the pile begins and a potential rival is out of the way.

It's almost smart until they realize there's no way out, it's electric only on one side.

But by then the damage is done, herds thousands of fluffies strong have long since spilled over and decimated every crop they could find.

Like a technicolor swarm of locusts.

Yes that herd will likely die, but there are hundreds of thousands of farms across the U.S. and not many have proper fences in place yet.

It's simply too much work, the borders of any old farm could be more than fifty miles.

Fifty miles of barbed wire is a LOT of wire.

On a big farm, fencing alone could bankrupt it.

And thats just one herd.

One in God knows how many.

The plight of the american farmer has become bleaker as time passes, but he isn't the only one suffering.

 

For as many fluffies as there are in the farmlands and woods, cities can be absolutely infested with them.

So many cracks, crevices and places to hide.

So many unused tunnels, service ways and abandoned buildings.

So many fluffies.

Cities have their exterminators, and sometimes private citizens lend a helping hand too.

It isn't enough.

The lab those PETAphiles raided contained fluffies genetically altered to breed incredibly fast.

They were meant to supply the christmas rush then be put down, their offspring fixed.

After that, normal fluffies would be adjusted again and have no desire to breed at all, why would Hasbro throw away all that money?

This "animal libation" would have been just a blip on the radar if the eco terrorists had released the sterile ones.

Naturally they went straight for the super breeders.

From an original stock of 400 fluffies, all feral and domesticated fluffies sprang forth.

And now we're practically swimming in them.

 

Something else has happend too, something most people didn't even consider.

How many millions of stray cats and dogs do you think there are in North America alone?

It's more than a fuck ton.

Lack of food was the primary mechanism keeping them in check.

What was once a trickle from a kitchen sink became a blast from the fire hose.

Go for a walk at night in any town north of Arizona and hold still.

Close your eyes, focus on sound.

Every leaf swaying in the wind, every cricket chirping.

Note the high pitched scream for help.

The unmistakable sound of a fluffy ponies voice.

Yelling at monsters to leave their mother alone.

Perhaps you'll even hear the flesh ripping and tearing.

The voice breaks down into muffled sobs and begging.

In a moment, even that ends in a sharp squeak.

It happens all the time now.

Maybe some barking or a hiss will accompany it.

The results are the same.

 

Stray dogs and cats were not long ago rounded up and gassed wholesale.

Now they're our best hope at controlling the feral fluffies.

Once the pony population drops, the stray numbers will do the same.

Nature always balances itself out, even in the face of the unnatural.

And while wandering dogs and cats may cause some of their own problems...

At least they don't talk.

 

By toran