Painless

                                                      Painless

 

Your entire life you have been fascinated by the weird sciences.

Lovecraft, Frankenstein, Mengele, anything involving taboo science for the sake of forbidden knowledge.

But you are a sensible man; You know that the world is shackled by a morality that makes these practices impossible in modern day society.

But recently you found a more suitable outlet for your... curiosities: fluffy ponies.

Vile, stupid creatures who served no purpose but to eat, shit, and screw. At least before you started your experiments that is.

Most would call you a monster, but you know that everything you do is not (just) for your sick amusement.

It's for science.

Your experiments include abnormal psychology, sociology, biology, and medicine.

As you walk down the rows of your lab, you take a look at the creatures in various stages of your multiple experiments.

 

The first tank is the largest: a general population tank.

Fluffies of all races, colors, and ages fill the tank's left side, where the artificial soil is softer and grass grows plentifully.

The other side is split between a food trough, water dish, and pit for shitting.

Naturally with any shit pit, the bottom is littered with the corpses of stupid fluffies who fell in and drowned.

A few fluffies cower as you cast your shadow over them and peer into the tank, checking on their living conditions.

Mommy fluffies nurse their young, and the foals try their best to play, despite the cramped conditions.

The fluffies who have been around a while just sit and stare at the wall; they know that happiness is pointless in this place.

They are too beaten down by misery to even have a smarty, after what you did to their last one...

You gaze at the wall of the tank where a vivisected fluffy corpse is nailed by it's entrails; the last fluffy who dared puff out his cheeks at you.

They haven't had a "smarty friend" since.

It has been a Kratocracy since that day, the strongest fluffies taking the food from the trough and giving it to their 'special friends'.

Fights are damn near hourly, due to the weaker fluffies trying to gang up on the bigger ones and take their food.

Whatever, it makes them stronger and to your delight, more violent.

Having had enough of the fluffies not yet serving their purpose, you continue down the line of experiments.

You come upon one of your more recent experiments.

 

Experiment #77: The skin transplant.

A fluffy with a bloody white coat shivers in a corner full of its own excrement.

You can hear it babbling to itself "Wan die... Wan die... Wan die"

You peer into the cage and make your presence known by ringing a small bell that most of the subjecs have come to fear.

The fluffy snaps out of it's trance and cowers in fear at your presence.

"Nuuu, pwease no mowe huwt fwuffy. Fwuffy want own fwuff back, am good fwuffy."

You begin to jot down a few notes about the condition of the fluffy as you ask it a few questions.

"Subject 77-12, how does your new skin feel?"

The fluffy cries "Fwuff huwt so bad doctow. Nuu feel pwetty, wann mumma."

"So you are in a great deal of pain then?"

"Fwuffy have owwies, mumma nu hewe to gief hugs an make wawm. Pwease hewp fwuffy doctow? Suu cowd."

Subject 77-12 probably has a case of hypothermia. His skin is dead, and doesn't do much to regulate temperature.

"In a moment. I just need to run a few tests" You take the end of your pen and poke at the crying, shivering fluffy pony.

No reaction whatsoever.

The subject seems unreceptive to touch, did the graft actually take? Perhaps a rougher test is in order.

"I'll give you someone to give you hugs, how does that sound?"

The fluffy stops crying for a moment at the mention of hugs. "Yoo bwing back mumma? Gief huggies fow ouchies?"

Stupid creature doesn't realize that his mother has been dead for days. "No, but I'll bring you a friend instead."

 

You go over to the general population box and pick out one of the younger fodder fluffies; a grey earth pony with green hair.

"Nuu munsta nuu take fwuffy fwom fwiends! Gief biggest ouchies!"

"Monster?" Your eyebrow begins to twitch as you bellow in the face of the fodder fluffy.

"I did not go to medical school to be called anything other than DOCTOR!"

You tighten your grip on the fluffy until it shits itself into the general population tank, landing on a mother and its foals.

"Huhuhuhu nuu smeww pwetty" cries the mother as she tries to clean herself and her foals.

This batch is rather new, so you decide to give your standard brief and make an example out of the insolent fluffy at the same time.

"Listen up you little cretins!" Your voice booms into the tank, causing a literal shitstorm of fear among the fluffies.

"I am not your daddy. You will refer to me as 'Doctor' or you will all suffer like this fluffy here."

To emphasize your point, you slam the fluffy horn-first into the hard earth of the tank, fracturing its skull but keeping it very much alive and in pain.

"Waah hewp fwuffy, nuu want owwies, pwease munsta nuu huwt fwuffy"

Again with the 'munsta' talk. Some ponies you just can't reach.

As the fluffy writhes in pain, trying to dislodge itself from the earth, you pull out a lighter, and torch the fluffy's fur, setting it ablaze.

The other fluffies watch in horror.

It screams in terror and agony, and just as it's skin starts to boil you douse the fluffy with water from the nearby water trough.

All of it's orifices have been seared shut, leaving it a charred, quivering wreck.

You jam two syringes through its blackened legs into the ground to hold him in place.

You turn to the cowering horde of fluffies. "He was a bad fluffy. Bad fluffies get big ouchies, understand?"

The foals start to cry as the parents just sit in shock. You slam your fist into the tank, causing it to shake.

"What is my name?"

One unicorn fluffy with a blue mane and tail pipes up, "D-D-Doctow?"

You smile at the fact that he remembers.

"Very good fluffy, since you are a smart fluffy I will call you Brains and you get hugs as a reward."

Brains, too excited by the thought of affection, doesn't complain when you pick him up and drop him into Subject 77-12's cage.

 

Subject 77-12 jumps at the presence of a new pony in it's area, the days of isolation causing a mild case of sociophobia.

"Now Brains, this fluffy has ouchies. What do you do for ouchies?"

Brains replies happily "Gief hugs!" and makes his way over to Subject 77-12 who is wary of the intruder.

But his need for contact overtakes his trepidation and he allows Brains to hug him.

"Huggies make aww bettah", Brains babbles at the Subject.

But Subject 77-12 doesn't respond. He just sits there in the embrace of the younger fluffy.

"W-Why nuu feel huggies?"

Your eyebrow raises in curiosity. "What do you mean you can't feel it?"

"Me no Bwains hug fwuffy but nuu feel good. Why huwties nuu stop?

"Is he hurting you more?" Your hand hovers over your clipboard waiting for a response.

"Nuu, jus no go way. Wan mumma! Mumma make huwties go way!"

You're ecstatic at the news. His nerve endings are completely dead from a lack of stimulus. His pain must result from something other than hypothermia.

It was infection! You can only keep these balls of shit so sterile after all...

But nevertheless, you have created a fluffy that hypothetically can't feel pain. At least not from other fluffies.

It was time to test this new hypothesis.

 

"Brains, stop hugging Subject 77-12".

The blue fluffy obeys, with a look of sadness.

"I have here a can of spaghetti. If you kill Subject 77-12, it's all yours."

The fluffy salivates at the mention of spaghetti. It was a weaker fluffy, so it's meals consisted mostly of grass.

It remembers the larger fluffies always taking the chow out of the bowl and never sharing with him.

"Wann sketti's Doctow!" He gazes over at Subject 77-12. "But nuu wan huwt new fwen..."

You were afraid of this. Affection will not be tolerated. Time to up the stakes.

"Subject 77-12, if you kill Brains, I'll bring back your mommy and she can hug you forever, just like she used to."

The fluffy gasps at the mention of it's mother. He turns to Brains with a snarl "Yuu no fwen o mine dummy! Yu gief bad huggies and am bad fwuffy!"

Both subjects size each other up, but neither wants to make the first move.

They remember the violence of the general population tank, and know how to fight.

You open the can of spaghetti and put some behind Subject 77-12, who then turns and tries to eat it.

This was enough to set Brains off.

"Nuu eat Bwain's sketti dummy fwuffy" Brains charges Subject 77-12 and tackles into his side.

Brains is larger than Subject 77-12 and bowls him over easily, both tumbling for a bit with Brains coming out on top.

Brains rains down blows with his little hooves, as Subject 77-12 squirms and tries to get out of his hold.

But the hits don't even register to Subject 77-12's deadened nerve endings.

He shrugs off the entire assault, eventually getting free from a now tired Brains.

As Brains stands heaving and gasping for air, Subject 77-12 bites Brains in the ear, and tears a large chunk off.

Brains howls in pain and begins to cry. It gets a temporary rush of adrenaline and tries the same trick on Subject 77-12's stomach fluff, opening one of his sutures.

But Subject 77-12 is in a frenzy now that its pain response is actually triggered and goes right for Brains' throat.

With a mighty rip, Subject 77-12 tears out the younger fluffies windpipe and cutting its jugular vein in the process.

Brains final moments were spent gurgling it's own blood, both drowning and suffocating at once.

 

Subject 77-12 stands victorious, soaked in now even more blood, including his own, dripping out of the torn sutures.

You beam at the little killing machine you have created.

"Very good Subject 77-12, you are quite the brave little warrior."

The fluffy is in too much pain to respond. It's time to solve this infection problem.

You poke your gloved finger into the ripped suture, tearing it further until it is a decent sized hole.

"Nuu bad huwties! Pwease stop doctow! Wewe mummuh?"

"You'll see her soon enough."

You open a drawer in the side of the tank and pull out a set of plastic basins and several chemicals.

You pour some isopropyl alcohol into the basin and the fluffy sniffs it curiously.

"Doctow dats bad wawa. Nuu can dwink dis." Stupid fluffy has no idea what's about to happen.

You hold open the fluffies mouth and force him to drink some of it.

The dilution of the alcohol combined with the size of the fluffy cause him to get drunk rather quickly without outright killing him.

Morphine wasn't cheap after all...

You wait a few minutes as Subject 77-12's bitching about the taste and burning subsides and he drifts into a drunken haze.

"Fwuffy feew funny", Subject 77-12 staggers from side to side as his breathing slows down along with his heart rate.

Excellent, hopefully now his heart won't explode from the pain he's about to receive.

You empty a bottle of sterile water into the other dish and set it down a good distance away from the first bowl.

You pick up Subject 77-12 and hold him over the bowl of alcohol for a moment, allowing the fluffy to comprehend what is about to happen.

He shits himself, but you catch it in your other gloved hand. He'll pay for that in a moment anyway...

"NUU! Pwease no put fwuffy in buwny wawa! Am good fw-" You release your grip and the fluffy plummets into the bowl of alcohol.

After a few seconds of being submerged in the solution, you pick him up and allow him to breathe air again.

The fluffy shrieks in sheer agony. "WAAAH!!! Fwuffy buwnin'! Pwease hewp fwuffy! Huhuhuhuhu mummah! MUMMAH! Hewp fwuffy!" You dunk the fluffy in again.

After a few more dunks, you place him on the pull out table on the outside of the tank and let him writhe in agony.

After the shock of having every nerve he had left in his body being triggered at once, he is almost in a catatonic state.

He is just rocking back and forth, screaming at the top of his lungs until he can't anymore.

 

After the screaming subsides, you pick up the fluffy and put him in the sterile water, and begin bathing him with the surgical soap you pulled out earlier.

He doesn't even move as you sew new stitches in his side and cauterize them shut, placing him back into the holding tank.

You have truly created a creature that is completely painless.

He finally regains enough sanity to form a question, "Whewe mummah doctow? Wann mumma."

You open another drawer and pull out a fluffy corpse.

It has no skin anywhere on it's body, a perpetual toothy smile on it's flayed face.

You drop it into the tank with Subject 77-12.

"Whose skin do you think you're wearing, Subject 77-12?"

A look of horrified realization flashes across the fluffy's face.

"I told you that she would hug you forever, didn't I?"

Subject 77-12 begins to cry for his desecrated mother.

Well, he's ALMOST completely painless, you chuckle to yourself as you ready the taser for reset.