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>you are a man named David

>29, live alone on edge of the city in a peaceful suburb near the countryside

>graduated Indiana university with a double bachelor’s degree in biology and evolution, followed by a graduates degree and Ph.d of the two (not that anyone here has the motivation to do so)

>you are incredibly brilliant and ambitious to make your mark in history

>you are currently on your old campus where a past professor and a very good friend Prof. Roger Clements is reading your most current thesis of accelerating evolution in primates

>your professor finishes reading and puts the paper down staring at it through his glasses

“well?” you ask impatiently “what do you think?”

>he takes off his glass and puts a hand over his eyes

> “david this is the same shit you gave me last time”

> even though offended and enraged you, you were sadly expecting this

Well it’s because it’s the future roger! If we can teach apes to think like us it won’t be like planet of the apes, they can help us!

>”David” roger says rubbing his forehead “you are the most brilliant student ive ever had but I told you, no one wants that to happen, people just aren’t comfortable about the idea of apes thinking like us”

“Oh really? Who’s that then, the church? Huh? The government? Freaking aliens?! Are they the ones who decide the future?

>”David don’t even try this crap again, I see you at church and I know you are very political so why do you blame those parties everytime?”

>”yes they are a part of it but its mostly common people, they just don’t think it would go over well”

“they can learn sign language, how to use a computer, hell they use tools in nature how should we ignore this?!”

>”David please” Roger puts his hands up I protest “just, go home, take a breather, and think about what I said”

>you grab you coat and thesis as you stand up

Thank you for your time professor

>you turn around and walk back to your car full of rage

 

 

“God damn ignorance is what it is”

>you mumble to yourself as you drive through your suburb, nearing home

“They have no idea, it’s not like we’d enslave them, we have laws against that what’s their problem with…”

>thank god you watch the road as you talk to yourself because you notice a small pink ball of fluff walk out onto the road

>you slam on the brakes and notice that a pink fluffy pony is the roadblock here

>you lay on the horn to get it to move

>needless to say this scares it literally shitless as it runs back the way it came, leaving a trail of feces behind

“god damn pest” you say as you continue driving

>fluffy pony has become a rather large nuisance recently

>it’s spring and the harsh winter recently drove more of them into the city, where they could at least find food and shelter from blizzards

>you grew up on a ranch with your family of 5, you being the middle-aged sibling with and older brother and younger sister

>your brother now owns the ranch and your sister a writer in college but you remember seeing fluffy ponies out on the ranch

>snow and mild cold typically doesn’t kill a fluffy as they have so much fluff, they typically just see it as something new to play in

>but with no grass to find or other food sources, they typically starve and with their small figures it doesn’t take long

>predators find no problem as with high fluffy birth rate they usually have a steady supply to pick off

>you never had one as a pet but you dad being a man of God and even if he weren’t you know your dad has a soft heart, he’d typically make extra hay during the summer and leave sevral stacks off by themselves and find a local fluffy herd and tell them it was theirs at the beginning of winter, but only if they just eat that hay

>this earned their respect over the years, every fluffy calls him “fwiend hoomun” and “the nice munsta”

>your dad may have been the sole reason so many fluffys survived out your way, but you didn’t typically care for them

 

>when you get home you throw your coat over a chair and thesis on the desk, grab a beer from the fridge and slump down on the couch

>you turn on the TV to watch the news and begin to drink your rage away

>after you find your scotch you become the kind of drunk everyone hates

>you are not the happy go lucky drunk, you are the my life suck, everyone hates me, kill me now drunk

>but right now, you are the I miss her drunk

>you find a picture of your old girlfriend Ashley and the feels begin

>you two had been dating since junior year of college

>you dated for six years, 2 in college graduated, bought the house with the money your grandpa left you, 4 years in house, then you popped the question

>you were actually engaged but things took a different turn the first time you were rejected on your money theory

>she had noticed a pattern you ignored, that pattern was how your stubbornness had just dug you holes financially and just made people listen to you less

>what she saw as stubborn you saw as passion, but eventually this didn’t work out

>you lost touch with her 2 years back and now she comes up whenever you drink, making you a jackass drunk

>now you blow off steam either at the shooting range or getting drunk by yourself like right now but that doesn’t work until you black out

>you hear a knock on the door, only buzzing you guess company couldn’t hurt

“it’s open” you yell

>”hey David” it’s your buddy Cal from next door, you two met when you and Ashley first bought the house after graduation, he lives with his wife Beth, he’s been your buddy for the past 7 years

“sup Cal?” you ask putting aside your scotch so you remain sober for the conversation

>”I could ask you the same thing” he asks grabbing a beer and sitting down

 

“how do you think?” you ask remembering now what caused the drinking and reach back for your scotch

>” rejected again huh?” Cal asks “well the definition of insanity is repeating the same thing and expecting different results”

“then call me a mad scientist” you reply mockingly as you finish your scotch and reload

>Cal chuckles and pauses

>”any new ideas? I know this one is big but maybe no ones ready for it yet”

“no one seems to be ready for cloning yet they still go with it”

>”yeah well, maybe its because cloning is actually useful”

“thanks” you say finish your newly filled shot in one pull

>”I may just be a typical cubicle guy, but isn’t science about benefiting everyone and not just yourself?”

“this would benefit us!”

>”how exactly?” Cal asks giving a disbelieving look “I’m no gorilla either but I don’t think I’d like that my brothers in a zoo and my families being poached in Africa

“exactly, we can stop that!”

>”and they’ll just forget about the centuries that’s been going on?”

“well…why wouldn’t they? We helped them?

>”mhmm, and they wont just turn around and try something?”

“this isn’t the movies Cal!”

>”You’re right but isn’t there always an X factor?”

You just fill up another shot

>”look its not my place to decide but maybe its time for something new, like someone else perhaps?”

You realize he say the picture of Ashley

>Not answering he sees he’s overstayed his welcome, finishes his beer and thows it away walking to the door

>”well me and the mrs. Are going to the bar later with Jake and Sal, you’re welcome to come

“thanks” you reply “I just might”

>”Aight, just call” he closes the door behind him but you never call

 

>days go by and you continue to wallow

>you realize that maybe it is time for something new but you can’t help but feel it was so close

>you sit staring at a blank ideas sheet

>writers block is an understatement

>and when Cal said someone else, that hit hard

>she is just like this theory, so close you can’t let go

>all of a sudden you hear a crash outside, like something was knocked over

>even though it’s midday you figure raccoons you grab your grandpa’s old .45 and walk outside

>opening the back sliding door you turn to the trash and aim down the sights the lower it in surprise

>a group of feral fluffys is rooting through your trash

>they are sorting through it looking for food

>”find nummies mommy?” a one asks as it digs through trash

>”tummy hurt, find nummies” another says digging

>”wook!” one cries dragging out some takeout burger you didn’t want to finish so you threw away

>the fluffies descend on it immediately hoping to fill their stomach to stop the “hurting”

>the burger and fries are gone in seconds, despite their small stature, they have furious appetites

>and there’s not much grass in the city besides peoples lawns, but they are generally scared of houses due to their human inhabitants

>you’re usually gone anyway so they must see your house as safe

>one fluffy finishes eating and looks up to see you, its eyes shrink in terror

>”munsta! Munsta!” its screams waddling away at the breakneck speed of three miles an hour

>one puffs it’s cheeks and tells the others to run

>they head to the fence where a hole is by the apple tree in your back yard

>beyond your fence is just a small valley between two hills with some woods and a creek at the bottom, this must be where they came from

>you look back to the fluffy standing his ground cheeks puffed, a small blue earth pony, tenacious little bastard

>”me no scawed of you!” it exclaims

>your gun still being raised, you lower it

“no reason you should be” you say as you head back inside and close the door

 

“stupid little things” you say putting your gun back in the drawer and sitting back down

“the only thing on God’s green earth that can speak our language and can even think yet so damn stupid, not to mention helpless, if they were just worth a damn maybe they’d..”

>You stop mid step as the freight train of genius and realization have a head on collision in the district of your brain

>These fluffys could be the answers to all your problems

“of course!” you exclaim “that’s the answer!”

>you whip around and open the door but see they’re gone

>you run to the tree and climb up it to look down the hill

>the path down the hill shows no fluffys and beyond that is trees

“dammit” you say under your breath and jump off the tree

>you go back into the house and decide to just go adopt one

>but before that you decide to write down your new idea, better write down all problems fluffys have to and possible solutions

>you’re gonna need more paper

>you spend a good chunk of time doing this before you realize the sun has set

>you look at the clock

>9:00

“dammit!” you say as realize the stores are closed

>you’ll just have to wait

>you continue to jot down notes instead

>an hour passes when you hear something outside, not crashing but a growling

>a coyote maybe? Though they usually stay away from suburbs, even on the edge of town

>you grab your gun and flashlight and open the back door again to a shocking sight

 

>it is a coyote but he has an unexpected sight, the blue earth pony from before!

>The blue pony stands its ground cheeks puff but you can see its shaking

>”me no scared of munsta! Be show you and save fwiends!”

>the coyote now notices you but will not leave without a snack

>you see it lunge and the years of target practice pay off as you raise your gun in a flash and send a round straight into its back

>the coyotes lifeless body flies over the pony and lands at your feet

>what shit was left in the fluffy was evicted at the sound of the gun

>it turns around to see you and it re-puffs its cheeks

>”me no scawed of you either!” it says

“are you ok?” You ask “where are your friends?”

>”fwiends?” it asks, shock takes over its fear “fwiends!” it exclaims

“Yes friends! Where are they?!” you repeat again

 >”mean munstas attack, me come here hoping they follow away from fwiends, only one follow, fwiends still in twouble!”

“shit” as you realize they could be dead, you need one of each kind: earth, Pegasus and unicorn

>”Dave what the fuck is going on?” you hear to your right

>you look over to see Cal standing with his bolt action and Beth behind him

“Cal, follow me I’ll explain on the way”

>”wait what?” Cal asks even more confused

“No time now come on!” you yell as you dart for the fence and climb over

>Cal follows you as you begin to rush down the hill

>”mind telling why I’m running through the woods in sweatpants and a rifle Dave?”

”The fluffies call, they’re the answer!”

>”what?!” Cal asks

“They can help me with my breakthrough!”

>”We’re looking for fluffies with guns?!”

”Not looking, saving!”

>you hear screams and barks off to the left

“This way!”

 

>You shine your light ahead while running towards the noise, eventually reaching it

>You enter a small clearing seeing five fluffys cornered under a tree sobbing and defecating, surrounded by at least five coyotes

>”hewp us!” they scream “no owchies!”

“Cal, shoot!”

>you and Cal open up on the aggressing coyotes, making sure no shots go near the fluffies

>you get several shots off, Cal gets two off

>you drop 3 of the 5 coyotes, two get away but one injured

>the noise does not help with the fluffys fear as they continue to cower cry and empty their bodily wastes

 >you approach cautiously and kneel down it front of them

“Hey, hey shhhhh” you coo gently “It’s all right, the munsta’s are gone”

>They don’t think so, because you’re still standing there

>”now, care to tell me why I helped these things?” Cal asked impatiently

“they can help me with my thesis! They’re capable of it!”

>”dave, these things die in a month if they’re lucky, how are they supposed to help?”

“they have minor intellengence, more like primapes!”

>Cal laughs at this notion “you really are a mad scientist”

>You snarl and glare the realize the crying has stopped

>you look back at the fluffys to see their teary eyes staring at you

>”why, why you no h..huwt us if you make woud noise?”

>you smile again and turn back to them

“Because i’m a friend”

 >”fw..fwiend?” one asks through soft sobs

“yes” you reply “I can help you”

>Needless to say they are confused and filled with disbelief

>”don’t think they’re buying it chief” Cal says sarcastically “lemme know how this plays out” he turns around and begins to walk away “What the-?” he says, you turn around to see a blue earth pony running towards you as fast as his little legs can waddle him

 

 

>”Fwiends!” it cries as he runs toward the cowering group of fluffys

>their sadness now gone they rush to greet him with hugs and happiness  , a touching sight really

>after a while it looks around “where oddas?”

>at that they begin to be looking around for something, and you do remember seeing others before

>“over dair!” one points

>you look and only now do you see the fluffy bodies lying motionless

>there are the ones you saw before, you even recognize the one that spotted you and caused them to flee earlier

>they begin hugging the bodies trying to get them to wake up, telling them to “stop sweeping, munstas gone”

>”that’s just sad” says Cal “and they hold the hope to your future?” he looks back at you quizzically

>you walk over to them, they see this as a threat and reform their huddle of fear as the blue pony steps forward once more to puff his cheeks

>”Go away!” he exclaims “munsta’s leave fwuffies awone! No more scawy!”

“I just want to help!” you protest “I can take care of you! Feed you, give you a home!”

>”feed?” the blue one asks unpuffing his cheeks “home?” another asks

“yes I can”

>”wike a daddy?” another asks

“ummmm, yes like a daddy, I’ll be your daddy”

>their eyes light up with delight as they all rush to you and hug your legs nearly making you trip as you step back

>”YAY NUMMIES, HOME, DADDY!” comes cries of joy from your ankles

>Cal now laughing manages to get out “oh boy, this oughta be good”

 

>squees of joy come from behind you as a gaggle of fluffy ponies follow you up the hill to your house

>”do you really want to do this?” Cal asks “I’d don’t even want kids let alone want 6 rats with child-set brains living in my house”

“well they’ll think a lot better after I’m done with them” you reply confidently

>”what exactly do you have in mind? Why these things? Was a monkey too expensive?”

“if I can get them to survive longer and fend for themselves, they won’t bother humans again, maybe even help humans!”

>Cal puts his hand on his forehead “jesus you really are a mad scientist

>you regret not having a back gate so you have to walk in between your lawn and your neighbors were there’s a gap between the fences that was left open to drain rainwater down the valley

>you open the front door and hold it open for the fluffys, they are reluctant to go through

“whats wrong?” you ask

>”hooman home bad, get owchies” they say cuddling and shivering in fear

“it’s my home, I wont hurt you” you assure them

>they seem a little less frightened, as the blue one gingerly heads toward the door

>as he slowly approaches the door he sticks one nervous hoof inside, then the other, then walks inside

>the others see this and slowly follow

>they have never seen a house before and are awestruck to put it lightly, you and Cal watch as the run around playing on the “fuzzy gwass” or the carpet more specifically

>”how are you going to feed them? We both know you’ve been given grants for research but would they go for this? I mean…”

“it’s accelerating evolution isn’t it?”

>”well…..” Cal pauses “I see evolution as growing thumbs or walking upright, not just dying in two weeks”

“any increase in intelligence is an evolutionary trait”

>”my cat open the screen door but that doesn’t make it exactly a missing link”

“I mean, if I can teach them how to grow crops, the pegasus to fly and the unicorns magic, and how to form an actual society, that may just be a scientific breakthrough!”

>”Dave these things fuck like rabbits, if you keep alive longer than intended would that make things worse?”

“Where pessimist avoids, an opportunists thrives” you say with a smile

>you feel a tug on your pant leg and look down to see a green earth fluffly pulling on your pant leg

>”Where nummies daddy?”

>Oh hell, food, what do fluffys eat?

“umm, well what do you all want?”

>Almost in unison they scream “SKETTIES!!!!!” and begin to run arund more frantically

>Sketties? What the hell is sketties? You and Cal look at each other in confsion

“Um…what is sketties?” you ask

>“Its long and yummy with yummy red sauce on it” a pink Pegasus pipes up

>you ponder and think of what food is like that that sounds like skettie

“umm, you mean spaghetti”

>”yes, sketties! New daddy silly”

>you look at Cal who just smiles back, as he sees you realized the hole you just dug yourself

 

>as you have recruited Cal to make the spaghetti you try to keep the ponies in line, since you don’t want to make a bad daddy on the first day you’ll say the rules for tomorrow

>Beth brought over some cat toys the cat doesn’t like anymore and finds the fluffies extremely cute and plays with them, becoming a new “fwiend”

>once the spaghetti is done you give each their own plate and watch what would be seen as a massacre to Italians everywhere as the spaghetti is devoured

>all that fluff must hide a pretty thin pony, because an entire pot is gone and a second is made just in time as the first disappears

>you place a water dish down for them and watch them drink carefully for fear of the stories of the drowning in the most ridiculous situations

>they begin to burp then begin to look very sleepy

>Beth was kind enough to bring a plus sized dog bed over for the two dogs they used to have

>You show the pony’s their new bed and they are overjoyed to have something soft for a change

>they all crawl in and cuddle up to one another

>you count them, “1,2,3,4,5….wait, wheres?

>You feel slight compression on your leg to see the blue earth pony who was so defiant of you earlier hugging you leg as he waddles off to join the fluff ball of sleeping friends

>he snuggles up, sighs, then softly says “thanks fow hewping us….daddy”

>you smile as Beth d’awwws but it has been a night

>you thank the two greatly for the help and wish them a goodnight as you

>You wash the dishes, refill the water bowl, and then head off to bed as visions of your breakthrough dance in your head

 

>you awaken to the sound of laughing andmovement

>sound being the first sense to awaken the body you groggily sit up

>memory is second to come, you remember your new expirements are now living with you

>smell then enters then picture, and….shit

>you smell shit, really dank shit

>you sit up and walk out to a living room floor with piles of shit

>”shit” you think to yourself “forgot they need to shit”

>they see you standing there and rush to you in glee shouting daddy and hugging your legs

>hugs are soon replaced with cries for food

>thankfully the entire pot of spaghetti wasn’t totally decimated and you distribute the remainder among them as you clean up the shit

>realizing you lack a litter box you lay out paper towels on the ground and wait till the ponies are done eating

>you get there attention and say you need to tell them something

“since this is daddy’s house daddy makes some rules, and if you follow the rules for a long time, you get treats, ok?”

>their eyes light up at the word treats

“first rule” you point to the paper towel “you poop, here, ok?”

>they nod

“no loud noises when daddy is working, ok?”

>again they nod

“if you go outside, no going past tall wooden fence, ok?”

>they nod furiously and agree verbally this time, probably remembering the coyotes

“and finally, only play with your toys, nothing else, understood?”

>one final nod is given

“now, tell me the rules and you get a treat”

>their eyes light up as they frantically try to remember the rules

>”ummmm uh uh” come the unsure voices

>a white unicorn pipes up with “poopies go dair!” as she points to the towels

>”yeah yeah yeah!”they say excited

>”tweat now?” a brown Pegasus asks

“not until you tell me all the rules”

>”awww” the moan

>the rules take some time filled with questions of treats in between each one, but finally, they have been repeated and you have them repeat it one last time, this time they get them all

>”tweats now??’ they ask impatiently

“treats now” you say as you retrieve a bag of candy from the cupboard

>they must have had candy before because they refer to it as “yummy nummies”

>you play with them a little afterwards to learn more about them then call your friend Prof. Roger to tell him your plan

>”Christ Dave, if I would have known that last rejection was going to drive you to insanity I would have approved it”

“why does no one believe this, they’re capable!”

>”it’s probably because you’re saying a cotton ball with the sex drive of a rabbit and the brain of a star fish are capable of thinking like humans”

“*sigh* well can is it fundable or not?”

>”well I can definitely say it’s never been done before but that doesn’t always win you funding”

“roger, ive never asked you for a favor but please, this is my last chance”

>a long pause then roger sighs

>”I’ll pull what strings I can, David just……don’t expect much”

“thanks Roger” you say as you both hang up

 

>you realize you need actual food for these things so you ask Beth to watch them as you go to the pet store

>when you get there you are greeted by a happy teenage female employee who you ask to help you find necessary fluffy pony materials

>she directs you to an aisle dedicated to such a thing and points out the basic necessities

>you notice the store itself has a few fluffies running around in a playpen so they don’t get into the rest of the store with a cat sitting on the ledge nearby, ignoring the fluffys cries for “kitty pway” and “kitty fwiend”

>you buy food, toys, blankets, litter box, a baby gate for the basement door, food bowl, water bowls, and vitamins as well as some treats with no sugar so they don’t destroy the house in an energetic frenzy

>you pay the total out of your own pocket hoping a grant pulls through for study of the fluffys

>upon return to your home beth is playing with the fluffys again who see you and rush to hug your shins

>you thank beth and ask her if she needs payment but she says it’s no trouble

>the orange earth pony startle excitedly explaining how she made “poppies in da wite pwace”

“I’m very proud of you” you tell her as she squees

>”have you named them yet?” beth asks

“what?”

>”have you named them? Ya know like how I’m Beth, you’re David”

“um, no…..” you say unsure, you’ve only seen them as subjects for an expirement but scientists usually even name those

“what are your names?” you ask

>”names?” they ask looking at each other?

>”wild fluffy ponies don’t name their young” Beth answers the question “they don’t worry about that, they just try to eat and not die”

“and how do you know so much?” you ask her

>”I used to raise them as a kid for state fairs, names make them feel more….loved”

“well I…guess I could come up with something”

>”YAY NAMES!” yell the fluffys as they dance about your feet

>”have fun” beth says smiling as she leaves “bye kiddies!” she waves to the fluffys

“bye!” They say waving their stubby hooves mimicking her

 

>Names huh, you think to yourself after showing them the litterbox and showing them their new bowls

>you bought 12 bowls, two of a color and the color to match the ponies fluff, in case they get confused on which is which

>you sit down and watch them eat their kibble, thinking of names but nothing comes to mind

>while you sit lost in thought you are startled when all of a sudden the pink Pegasus in standing in your lap, front hooves on your chest looking up at you

>”we get names now?” she asks you

>still a little startled you calm down and answer

“um sure, what name do you like?

>”siwwy daddy, you haf to name us!”

>dammit, that did nothing, you’re not very creative but you have noticed she has been one of the better behaved, nicer fluffys, and she was pink, like bubble gum and a sweet little thing

“how about, sweetie?”

>”sweetie!” she squees as she flaps her wings, she hugs you and jumps off, only to leave your lap swarmed with the others

>”wan name! me next!” they cry

“easy, easy!” you say “one at a time!”

>you pick up the orange earth pony next

>”whats my names?” she squeaks

>she is a bit fluffier than the others, and has pretty green eyes, she looks like a pumkin

“how about, pumpkin?” you ask

>”YAY!” she screams “PUMKIWN!”

>next is the brown Pegasus, you decide an easier name this time of coco

>the white unicorn you decide her name is sabrina, because of unicorn magic, though to them it’s sabwina

>the green earth pony is next, you decide to name him herb, green and all

>and finally the blue earth pony, he looks up at you and exclaims “me smawty fwiend, me get best name”

>you heard the term smarty friend before, it’s given to the leader of the herd, you figured him that all along

“well you were very brave when I first, even when you were in danger, you’re fierceand scary  like a lion so how about, Leo?”

>”weo!” he exclaims “smawty fwiend is weo!”

>chat amongst themselves using their new names, cute really but science is the key here, your future is with these six fluffy ponies

 

 

>it’s been a few weeks now and the fluffys like their new home, running and playing about in the house and in the backyard, you even both the a kids slide and sandbox to play in

>Beth plays with them now and again which helps you greatly especially when studying them, want to get a head start in case the grant pulls through

>the grant, you’ve been waiting weeks now

>hope is dim but not gone

>back to your notes

>while you are the “daddy” they seem to listen to Leo when you aren’t around, they must be used to his leadership

>they are particularly frail, and seem incapable of flight and magic

>the wings being fuzzy but still have feathers

>magic while scientifically called telekinesis; you believe would require concentration, something that is impossible for these creatures

>their “hooves” are as soft as marshmallows, not hard like a regular horses hoof

>you measured their bite force, which is barely more than a pinch from human fingers, hardly a defensive measure and they can barely pull grass with it

>the only natural defenses they seem to have are fluff and numbers, both of which don’t do much

>how these things can talk let alone survive is beyond you, almost as if God abandoned them, or made them as a joke

>just then the phone rings

“hello?”

>”Dave, it’s roger, got good news for ya”

 

“Roger, hey how are you?” your heart is racing

>”doing good Dave but not as good as you’re about to be, the committee loved your idea funding has been approved

>YES! You think, FINALLY!

“This is fantastic Roger! What do I owe you?”

>”Nothing actually, I didn’t have to do a thing, just the idea seemed to intrigue them”

>why they seem a better choice than prime apes is beyond you but you’re not arguing

>”they want an outline of your goals and updates monthly, good luck Dave” he hangs up and you begin to celebrate

>now onto goals

>being frail and helpless their strength will need to be increased

>intelligence another thing, identify an object and remember them as well

>sweetie will need to learn to fly, so her wing strength and endurance should improve

>Sabrina’s concentration should be improved as well to benefit her magic

>so many things so little time

>thank god for funds

 

>you begin building your pony gauntlet, while taking time to feed and play with your ponies, identifying strengths and weaknesses

>a room in your house has been converted to an exercise room, with a treadmill and enlarged hamster wheel

>you buy plant seeds and believe at least one should be able to grow them

>you also buy sticks to build a makeshift teepee fort, teaching them shelter then move onto bigger things

>you also buy children’s flashcards with basic images and words, this will help them build intelligence, they should all do these

>you buy advanced ones for Sabrina as well

>exercises will be done by all, coco and sweetie especially for their wings

>you bought scientifically improved food as well to stimulate muscle growth

>now, let’s begin

>you step outside to see your fluffys playing tag and hide and seek except for herb, who is off by himself staring at a flower

>excellent

>you walk over and kneel beside herb

“hey herb watcha doin?”

>”pwetty fwower!” he exclaims “smeww pwetty too!”

“it’s called a tulip”

>”tuwip fwiend! But no huggies or tuwip get owwies”

>it knows it breaks and wants to preserve it, interesting

“want to make more?” you ask

>It’s eyes light up with excitement “YAY! More tuwip fwiends!”

>you found your agriculture pony

 

>throughout the week during you free time you help herb learn basic gardening with Beth helping him as well, Herd greatly enjoys it but is impatient of the growth, he now knows to water the plants but not when you still have to help with that

>earlier in the week though you started the exercises, first making it a game by having the fluffys chase you around the yard to test their stamina

>needless to say it’s very low, Leo having the best

>after a days rest you bring them in one by one to run on the hamster wheel

>you tell them that if they run until you say stop, they get a treat

>they will run for 5 minutes then increase the time by 2 minutes every 2 weeks

>they see the wheel as a game mostly and enjoy it, though 5 minutes does wear them out, but they enjoy the fluffy treat afterwards

>while the other play you bring coco and sweetie in and tell them they will learn to fly if they listen to daddy

>unexpectedly they are overjoyed by this screaming “YAY! Fwy! YAY!”

>you assume this is a lifelong dream of fluffys

>you tell them to flap their wings until they cant any more

>their excitement must have helped because unexpectedly, they do so for 10 minutes

>they began panting 3 minutes back but kept going

>they both finally stop wings hanging at their sides

>poor sweetie threw up and expected punishment for the mess

>you just clean it up and wipe her mouth and say that it was alright and you’re very proud of them as you hug them

>Then disappointment sets in as they realize they didn’t fly, you reassure them by saying “one day I promise”

>then begin the flash cards, being children’s they have a picture on them with the word on the back

>they all seem to know them but have their own names, like apple as “nummies” and a ball as “toy

>when dog comes up leo, coco and Sabrina puff their cheeks and say “munsta” while herb sweetie and pumkin shake in fear

>you test Sabrina longer than the others, hoping to build concentration

 

>after 3 weeks you’ve made considerable progress

>the flowers herb planted have begun to bud and this makes him extremely happy

>he dances when it’s “wadur time”  and talks to them during free time

>you picked pumpkin to be a shelter builder because when playing with blocks she actually made a structural house, stacked just right so they wouldn’t fall unless pushed on

>you show her how to make the sticks like a teepee without falling and make somewhat of a house

>the fluffys find great joy in her houses and she takes them down and builds new ones every time she gets the chance

>because you can’t see them, you feel slight growth in coco’s and sweetie’s wing muscles, telling them they get closer with every practice

>you’ve also noticed a substantial rise in everyone’s stamina , everyone is usually tired at the end except leo, he pants but still has energy to keep going, you see why he was the smarty friend

>you’ve sent your first status report and feel proud of the progress made, and even prouder of your buddies

>as a result of their hard work, you decide to give the fluffys some spaghetti as a reward

>they are thrilled to say the least

>as they eat you here the front door open and see Cal walking in

>”why don’t you have the news on? Come look at this!” he exclaims turning on your TV

“what?” confused you look to the tv

>the news is the typical anchorman for Indiana nothing special but then you see the story

>”and in other news a man named David Smith, a local scientist from ISU is seeking to ‘advance fluffy evolution’ making the creatures more capable of survival and thinking. The real question is, will this be a blessing or a curse? More of the story tomorrow”

>”congrats buddy! One month in and you’re making the news!” Cal says patting your back

>you are not as pleased

>they said curse, why does no one see the potential in this?

 

 >Roger calls one day and says he wants to see the fluffys

>he comes down and watches them play in the back yard

>they come up and ask if he’s a friend to which he replies yes and receives their hugs

>the fluffys return to playing as you and Roger watch

>”I used to have a fluffy once” he says after awhile

“you did?”

>he nods “I was 6, had it for a year the it drowned one day, I was too heartbroken to replace him. Never had a pet again”

“I..i’m sorry, my condolences”

>He smiles “seeing like this has some nostalgia to it, but that’s not the only reason I came”

“oh?” he walks to the table and sits down as you follow

>”no I also came to tell you that your idea has stirred up some resistance”

“wait, resistance? How? Like you said, it’s not exactly worth it”

>”some people just ‘don’t think it’s time, that these things have no point to exist more than a part of the food chain, that advancing them would ‘disrupt the natural balance’”

“well, what about you, what do you think?”

>”David, you’ve always been a prized student of mine, and I’ve always admired your thoughts so I’m doing everything in my power to protect your idea”

“well thank you sir, that means a lot” you say with a smile

>”David please we’ve discussed this, just Roger is fine”

“all right Roger, beer?”

>”scotch please, and let’s discuss this theory further and go over the plans again”

 

>A week later you get a call from a reporter wanting an interview, you agree that in two days would be nice

>the day comes and the reporter arrives, she is a brunette lady with brown eyes named Ada and is quite beautiful

>you sit down at the table and she begins the questions

>”David the main question behind your actions is ‘why?’

“Why?” you repeat “well it’d be a huge breakthrough in evolutionary science! If we could uplift species then perhaps other creatures as well, like prime apes!”

>”yes about that, are you doing this to help fluffys or simply to benefit yourself?”

“wait, what?”

>” I been informed that you were once obsessed with accelerating evolution in prime apes. You were rejected many times but continued; this affected your life greatly yes?”

 “wait, wha.. who told you that?”

>”they’d like to remain anonymous”

“they? Like more than one or what?”

>”david the question please, is this for fluffys or yourself?”

“well…both I guess”

>”both? How so?”

“well… they could learn to fend for  themselves and not bother humans”

>”so you’re going to teach every fluffy to do this?”

“well…no, but they could teach other”

>”you think they have the capability to do this?”

“well, not yet but they will be”

>”when?”

“well…eventually”

>”I have owned these before and from personal experience I am in disbelief”

“Well, no one’s ever tried before”

>”we’ve known about them since humanity began, I think some people have tried”

“well I guess I’ll be the first to succeed”

>she smiles “ your confidence is admirable, for now, enough questions. May I see these ponies?”

“of course. Kids, a nice lady is here to see you!”

>”kids?” she asks giving a quizzical look

“well..” you blush “they call me daddy so…”

>the ponies come scuttling into the room, bumping into each and waddling to the table

“Hi! New fwiend?” they ask Ada

>”hello there what are your names?”

>”me leo” he says proudly “me smawty fwiend”

>”oh so you’re the leader?”

>”me smawty fwiend, he daddy but me smawty”

>” I see” ada says “and the rest of you?

>The fluffys address themselves accordingly and say their favorite hobbies

 

>the fluffys babble then ada asks them “so what do you think of daddy?”

>”daddy save us fwom munstas! Give us home! He ouw daddy!”

>”he saved you did he?” asks ada “and what does daddy do?”

>”daddy says we will wearn to fwy!” sweetie squeeks

>”fly?” Ada asks sounding interested “but fluffys cant fly!”

>”daddy says if we keep twying hawd, we will!”

>”and I will wearn magic!” Sabrina adds

>after more babbling Ada thanks them for the questions and you tell them to go play outside

>they say goodbye then run off for the dog flap you installed

>”well that was an interesting mr smith thank you for your time”

“my pleasure” you say with a smile and shake her hand  though think she’s a total bitch

>they really see you as a father” she says walking to the door

“yes…yes they do”

>“david” she says pausing outside the door

>”not everyone thinks this is a bad idea, so long as the fluffys actually do benefit, and not just the man nehind it” she gets in her car and drives away

>you have no response, merely stand there for a while then close the door

 

 

>the fluffys have made outstanding progress

>they can now run for 20 minutes straight

>herb has harvested his first vegetables

>pumpkin can now make a lodge shaped house

>Sabrina’s concentration has greatly improved, able to concentrate on a picture and not get distracted

>the Pegasus can flap for 20 minutes no problem

>leo now directs them to their exercises when the time comes

>now to turn things up

>herb will now care for the plants by himself, the only thing you do is give him water when its time

>you show pumpkin how to make a paste out of mud and clay to keep sticks together

>Sabrina will now practice magic

>you add tiny weights to the Pegasus wings

> you will teach leo about when to move a herd and when to stay away from an area

 

 

>First the Pegasus, the weights will strengthen their wings hopefully enough to the point where they can’t lift their tiny bodies

>you tell them to flap like usual but they complain about the weight

>”too hawd” they say

“it will help you fly” reassuring them

>they still look unsure but they do as you ask

>they only go for 9 minutes but its longer than you expected

>you tell them they did good and they give you hugs, hopefully it will work

>now for Sabrina

>you place a block in the center of the table

“Sabrina, look at the block and think, really hard about it moving”

>”ok!” she looks at the block blankly for half a minute then back to you “do good?”

“keep thinking at it, don’t stop thinking about it to till it moves”

>”sabwina move block?”

“yes with magic”

>her eyes light up “will do for daddy!”

>she stares intently at the block for a long time then starts crying “block don’t move! Sabwina bad fwuffy! Get no-no’s!

you pick her up and hug her “you’re not in trouble, you did what I told you like a good fluffy”

>she looks up sobbing and sniffing “not in twoubwe?”

“not in trouble” you say smiling “now go play”

>she hugs you then scampers off

>maybe you’re just optimistic, but you swear her horn sparked just a little

>next time you’ll outline the block to see if there’s movement

 

>two more months and you receive another call from roger

> “the committee has been receiving your reports but want to see the ponys themselves”

“what for?”

>”they want to see the improvement themselves”

“what, like run on a track?”

>”no they want to see the peagsus fly and the unicorn do magic, as well as talk to the earth ponys”

“but, but they cant, we’re not done! And talk about what?!”

>”I’m sorry David, its for the future of you funding

“…..all right, we’ll be there tomorrow”

>the next day you borrow Cal and Beths old dog carrier to take them to the committee

>they seat themselves and ask to see the ponies

>they ponys stubble out and begin babbling more than the trip here

>they see the committee and begin to say “hewwo!” and “new fwiends?”

>”ponies” says an older man with the nameplate Chairman Fredrics “we are the people who give your “daddy” money, we would like to see what he’s been teaching you”

>”daddy hewp me grow nummies!” herd pipes happily

>”daddy show me how to buiwd house!” pumpkin adds

>”daddy teach us how to fwy!” the Pegasus’s pipe flapping their wings

>”sabwina wearn magic!”

>”daddy teach me how to be good weader!” boasts Leo

>this flying and magic, can we see it?” asks the chairman

>before you can says anything, the two take off flapping their wings and blowing raspberries and Sabrina just staring and cringing as if her brain was about to pop

>the board looks on unimpressed at the foolish display as you tell them to stop and that they did good

>”mr smith, I hope this isn’t where our funding has gone, hopefully you have something more fruitful

“well, no sir, it’s only been three months that’s not a very big time gap in evolutionary  terms”

>”a gorilla learned sign language in that time, or did you plan to take as long as we did as humans?”

“sir i..”

>”mr smith, I see these creatures no more intelligent than ones in my back alley, I see no further reason to fund a remedial circus any…”

“DON’T INSULT THEM” you snap, shocking the committee “THESE ARE MY KIDS, AND LIVING BEINGS, NOT SOME STATE FAIR SHOWCASE FOR YOU TO JUDGE!”

>”MR SMITH, NEED I REMIND YOU WE CONTROL YOUR FUNDING”

>”no moe woud noises pwease!” comes a helpless cry from the table

>you look down to see the fluffys cowering and hugging on the table

>leo looks at you ”no moe yewwing daddy, pwease”

>the chairman clears his throat “It’s obvious you’ve become to emotionally attached to your expirement, we hereby cease funding to your project effective immediately”

 

 

>after the meeting you pack the fluffys back into the carrier telling them its all right

>as you walk away you hear some one behind you go “mr smith”

>you turn around to see two members of the walking towards you, elderly man and woman

> the woman extends her hand for a handshake “Prof. Vickie Mcvey, and Dr. Ronald Nolan, we are terribly sorry  about the hearing but the chairman has his say.”

“thank you for the concern”

>”I wont trouble you long but we just came to say that not all of us were against your findings, some of us actually support helping the fluffys”

>she extends her hand again and you shake it again only you feel something in her palm

>watching a lot of spy movies you slide it out into your palm then to your pocket acting normal

>she smiles “also you will receive one final funding before termination, good day mr smith, and good luck”

 

 

>you don’t dare read the note until you’re in your car

>you exit the building and walk down the steps when you hear “hey smith”

>you turn around and see a group of 5 men in suits walk down towards you

>”pleasure to meet ya david, the names Rick” extending his hand for a handshake

>he’s wearing jet black shades with slicked back black hair

“nice to meet you” you say shaking his hand

>”well ya wont think so in a minute cockbag”

“umm…excuse me?”

>he looks in the kennel “these the furballs?

“Ummm these are fluffy ponies yes”

>”cool, we’re here to take em”

“what, no!” you protest putting the cage behind you

>”you aint got a choice or we’ll kill ya”

“wh…why?”

>”some people don’t like what you’re doing, some are pretty powerful”

“why? Theyre just fluffy ponies!”

>”it’s best you don’t know their names”

“well sorry Rick but theyll just have to be disappointed”

>the smile fades from ricks mouth and an angry frown takes its place

>one of the men from the back begins to step forward but ricks stops him, the man is covered in tattoos of crosses and what appear to be bible verses

>Rick stares at you then says in a grim voice “you’re lucky our boss is merciful, or I’d have killed you”

“I thought you said you were going to anyway”

>”he said you could keep them, but not help them, if you study them one more time, you’re dead” Rick walks close to you almost face to face, stares, then walks off, his goons in trail behind him

“what the fuck just happened?”

 

 

>you sit in your car just trying to comprehend the situation

>after a while you remember the note and pull it out to read it

>”David, this has gained more attention than you know. A crime lord in town has a business harvesting fluffy poo for crops, because there is no law against it, its registered as legitimate but the conditions are grueling. If laws came into effect let alone register these creatures as “intelligent” he would get locked away for a long time. I cant tell if Fredrics is being paid or threatened but he is involved. Use this last fund but don’t make anything public. Good luck Frederic, we’re praying  for you.”

>you slump back in your seat

“what the fuck did I get into?”

>the drive home you spend thinking, how they probably know where you live, will probably be watching you, Christ this is bad

>you take the fluffys home, let them out of their cage where they scuddle to their box to make poopies as you slump in the kitchen chair loosening you tie

>how did it come to this? Their just fluffy ponies and you had your life threatened because of them

>your career is over, your life is over, shit

>theirs a tug on your leg and you see coco looking up at you

>”tummy huwt, want nummies”

>you realize they haven’t eaten since this morning

>you go for kibble but coco pipes up again “you said we’d get sketties tonight!”

>you forgot that too

>after skettie is distributed you slump in the chair again with a beer, youre not hungry, just fearful for your life

>another knock on the door, probably Cal just wondering about the case

>you walk to the door and open it

“it sucked and got my funding cut, just kill me now”

>”it’s nice to see you to David” says a familiar female voice

>in disbelief you look up and your suspicions are proved right

“Ashley?”

>she smiles ”hey babycakes, it’s been awhile”

 

 

“Ashley, i….how are you? Come in come in!”

>She walks in and sees the same old familiar house

>”same old love shack” she says looking around

“y..yeah, yeah I guess it is” you say chuckling nervously

>”ive been seeing you on the news. Finally made it big I see, proved me wrong”

“I, well uh..thanks”

>Leo hears a new voice and waddles in and sees Ashley “who new fwiend?” he asks

>the others hear this term and swarm in to see her

>”these must be the ponys I saw on the news!” she kneels down as they come to hug her

>she knows them all by name

>”who awe you, daddys fwiend?”

>”actually I could be your new mommy, if daddys ok with it?”

“wait, what?”

>”dave, I want to start over, I was wrong, please?”

>usually, a person would say no in this situation, but damn you’ve missed her, of course you agree

 

 

>Life seems better, you have your old girl back even if Cal and Beth don’t approve

>your fluffys show great promise as you train them which you were allowed to do but only if just them

>ashley even helps and the fluffys take to calling her mommy

>your life just went from being hell to heaven

>one day you take the weights off of sweetie and coco to test your theory

>you tell them to flap as hard as they can and as fast as they can

>they close their eyes and begin to do so

>after a half minute of nothing your hopes dim but then, they float an inch above the floor, then two, then 6 then a foot, then 2 then your chest

>”Sweetie, Coco, look! You’re flying! YOURE FLYING!

>they open their eyes to sees this and they squeak with joy and wiggle their stubby legs

>this breaks their concentration and they begin to fall, but you  catch them

>you hug them and spin around, so happy for them

>”YOU FWEW YOU FWEW!” come voices behind you,

>the others saw this and are just as happy, you set them down so they can hug their friends

>”you really did it” says Ashley smiling in the doorway

“I didn’t, they did” you say smiling at your fluffys

 

>with confidence brewing you spend the next day with Sabrina

>you set the block on the table, mark around it and tell her to do her best

>she stares long and hard

“you can do it Sabrina, make it move, use your horn”

>she closes her eyes obviously straining herself, tears begin to form in her eyes, fear probably, of failing for the millionth time

>”you can do it sabwina” says voice from the hallway

>coco and sweetie fly over to her “you good at magic, you can do it!”

>now you can see an obvious glow from her horn and a white sparkling veil appear around the block

“youre doing it! Youre doing it!” the block begins to levitate then move towards you

>Sabrina opens her eyes to see this says yay!

>she then acts strained again then collapses on the table and releases her bowels, too much strain, but you don’t care, your little girl has just done magic

 

 

>months pass as the fluffys progress greatly in their talents

>herb can grow and water his garden all on his own

>pumpkin can build a lodge that doesn’t collapse even when you kick it

>the Pegasus spend most of their time flying and Sabrina uses her magic 90% of the time

>leo has grown the most, he can run almost as fast as you, he can carry two bricks on his back and when he kicks the apple tree, he actually managed to knock one down

>whenever a pony gets stubborn with you, leo backs you up and makes them obey

>you couldn’t be prouder of them

>but one day, sweetie doesn’t fly, just walks slowly and as if in pain

“sweetie whats wrong?”

>”tummy huwt, fwying huwt”

“why? Did you eat too much?”

>”no, hurt since funny hugs”

“funny hugs?”

>“coco and I pwaying tag, he tackle me but then give funny hug, huwt pee pee, cwy but no stop”

>oh boy, you think you know what happened and explain the situation to Ashley

>”sounds like pregnancy all right” she says “what do you plan to do?”  

“I…I don’t know” putting your hand on your forehead “I honestly didn t plan for this”

>”well mr scientist, its your expirement and a new variable popped up, adjust the equation to work” she says with a smile

>you smile back

“then I guess we better get ready for a baby”

 

>2 weeks have passed and sweetie has bloated to the point where her legs no longer touch the floor

>her wings can still support her but she can only hover an inch above ground for a short time

> the other fluffies just roll her around to food and water

>she still seems happy regardless

>the day comes where you her sweetie screamy and you and Ashley run to the fluffy bed to see her kicking her useless stubby legs

“whats wrong? Is it the baby?”

>”have to poopies, but cant!”

>it’s the baby

>growing up on a ranch you know what to do, you’ve delivered baby animals before

>after 20 minutes of crying and blood you finally have a small healthy purple Pegasus foal in your hands

>you set it down for sweetie to see

>she smiles and says “babeh” as she hugs it

>it crawls to begin nursing and you lead everyone away

>you pile some blankets for the fluffys to sleep on for the night

>the next day beth and cal come over to see the new baby

>Its already hobbling around, saying mommy

>”Whats his name?” Beth asked

>”he named afta daddy, babeh name david”

“me?” you ask “why me?”

>”sweetie wuv daddy, sweetie wuv babeh, babeh named David”

>Ashley wraps her arm around your waist “I think it’s a great name sweetie”

>the other fluffys gather around the baby asking, new fwiend?

>”new fwiend!” it bleats

 

 

>After awhile its late summer and soon you will have been with the ponys for 7 months

>youre all one big family but Ashley has become more distant, rejecting time alone and going on walks

>says she needs to clear her head, that the may be allergic to the fluffys

>she has been sneezing and itching but doesn’t explain lack of the affection that was so abundant before

> one night she comes home late from a walk

“You ok? Where have you been?”

>”im fine alright? Just…im fine”

“you can tell me”

>”I know but theres nothing to tell”

“you can tell me ash, if it’s the fluffys we can get you meds”

>”its not that, its nothing now leave me alone!” she says with tears welling up in her eyes

“ ash…..”

>”I’m sorry, its just..

>coco is flying around and goes to hug Ashley but instead jump smacks into her shoulder landing on his back causing him to crap on her shoes

>”YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT, THIS IS YOU FAULT!” she kicks coco and you lunge forward and grab her by the arm

“DON’T YOU DARE HURT THEM!”

>”WHY NOT, ITS THEIR FAULT, AND ITS YOUR FAULT! I HOPE YOU DIE!!!!”

>she storms out the door and takes off in her car

>you don’t feel sad that’s she gone, or at what she said, you just feel angry that she hurt your kids

>you rush to coco who is crying profusely

>you pick him up and hug him, telling him huggies make it better

>”wh…why mommy..h.huwt me?”

“its ok, she’s gone, I’m here”

>the other fluffys come in to see whats the matter and why coco is crying

“its nothing guys, just an accident, coco’s feeling better”

>you sit there holding coco as he sobs and the other fluffys join you in a big hug

>during this you realize that youre glad she’s gone, and youre with them

 

>you stay up that night looking out the window, recalling the previous incident

>why was it ‘their fault?”

>what drove ash over the edge?

>You ponder and ponder but have no idea

>then a car pulls up

“ash?”

>5 figures emerge, the streetlight shows they are familiar faces

>Rick and company, with guns

>panic floods into you, only one reason theyd show up at your house

>you lock the front door screaming for the fluffys to wake up

>they wake up groggily then in a panic as you fetch your .45 from the drawer

“down stairs, now!” you yell removing the pen

>they all waddle downstairs as you hear banging at the front door as you lock the door behind you you hear a shotgun blast and wood splintering

>You tell the fluffys to get in a corner behind the washer as you tip over the fridge turn off the lights and duck behind the fridge

>another blast as you see light pour down the stair and the door knob hit the floor and roll away

“ill give you one chance to walk away alive”

>”you’re funny kid” rick yells down” but that wont save you

>they shoot down the stairs as bullets ricochet around the room, you just hope the fluffys are safe

>”now we’ll give you the same offer, your life or theirs”

>you don’t answer, but im the silence you hear wimpering, no crying or talking so you hope theyre still alive

>”musta go him with a stray, I see the switch go flick it”

>you see a tall man walking down the stairs, as he reaches the bottom he reaches for the switch

>not today

>you fire a round and see blood splatter from below his throat as he squirms and brabs the wound, gasping and writhing

 

 

>”HOLY FUCK!” Rick yells “give him another volley, Don go for the switch

>they proceed with the plan but as soon as Don flicks the switch you lean out the side and fire twice more, one in his heart, the other above in the should. Don falls on top of his friend

>by exposing yourself the tattooed guy sees you and fires

>you barely duck back in time but scream through your teeth feeling a burn on you knuckle where you see a graze mark

>this must have fooled them as you hear one run down the stairs, you pop up to fire

>stupid mistake

>you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, then a gun shot, then a warm feeling

>you know what just happened you fall back in agony and try to crawl backwards but you’ve dropped your gun

>The three now casually walk up to you Rick in front, the goons on either side

>”cant say I didn’t warn ya kid” rick says standing over you “your lady friend was supposed to stop you but she didn’t, cant say id blame her because if you went public we’d have to kill her fiancé

“ashley?” you ask coughing

>”yeah youre pretty ex,  we kidnapped her fiancé and told her we’d kill him unless she kept an eye on you. Every other night she’d come out and give us a report then walk back home saying she was on a walk”

“did you…did..?” your interrupted by coughs

>”nah we wanted to but the boss stays good on his deals, which reminds me’ he says cocking his pistol and aiming at your head

>”HEY!” you hear a defiant voice, there stands Leo with puffed cheeks “weave daddy awone munstas!”

>”well aint that fucking cute, boys, deal with them as I deal with this”

>the tattoo man pulls out his gun and aims it at the fluffys

 

>”NO MOE WOUD NOISES!!!” Sabrina shrieks as her horn lights up

>a white veil from around the gun “what the?” ask the tattoo man as his gun mmoves 180 behind him

>he struggles to pull the trigger but when he does he fires a round into his friends head

>”jesus fuck!” rick yells

>nows your chance

>you kick ricks legs out from underneath him as he falls on top of you

>does not feel good on your wound

>you and him begin to struggle as the fluffy take action themselves

>the tattoo man drops his gun out of shock and the fluffys strike to save daddy

>sweetie and coco fly into the back of his knees, being a slender man they buckle at this force and he falls backwards

>he hits the ground and reaches for a gun

>pumpkin and herb bite his hand and thanks to your vitamins and fluffy food, their teeth have strengthened considerably

>he screams in pain as he grabs his hand, blood drawn on visible bite marks

>”HEY!” hears to his left as he turns his head to see leo with back towards him “weave daddy and fwiends awone!” as he bucks the man’s neck

>even while wrestling you hear his neck snap

 

>Rick punches you hard enough to knock you off and grabs a gun and stands up “ I’VE FUCKING HAD ENOUGH!!!” he screams

>”IVE LOST MY WHOLE CREW TO A BUNCH OF FUCKING FLUFFYS! YOU LITTLE SHITS DIE FIRST, RIGHT IN FRONT OF DADDY!”

>He looks down the sights at leo who blows raspberry’s defiantly  

>rick glares and pulls the trigger

>*click*

>*click**click* *click*

“hey rick”

>he turns around to see you holding a magazine which you load into another gun

>he’s in disbelief, shock, stunned, you aim between his eyes

“Don’t fuck with my babies”

>a red circle form on his forehead as a crimson explosion goes off from the back of his head

>his lifeless body drops

>its been a long day

 

 

>”daddy!” come cries of concern as the fluffys come to hug you “daddy, munstas gone!”

“yes they a…” more coughing, blood this time

>”daddy make owchie water, hugs make betta!”

“yes thank you, now come, I have something to show you”

>you struggle to stand up as you hobble across the floor and up the stairs

>once at the top, the purple Pegasus turns around and blows raspberries back down at the corpses

>you walk outside back to where the hole in the fence used to be and kick it back open

>you slump down against the fence

“babies…” its hard to talk now “daddys, daddys not feeling so good………..and hugs wont help”

>”daddy huggies always help”

“not this time”

>”holy shit Dave?!”

>youre losing vision but you can make out a face, Cal, he’s got his gun

>”dave are you alright, we saw those men then heard gun sh- ARE YOU BLEEDING?! YOU’VE BEEN SHOT!”

“Cal….come here”

>he obliges and kneels next to you

>you turn back to the fluffys

“daddys safe now, go, go back to your friends, te *fit of coughing* teach them what daddy taught you”

>’tears form in their eyes “no weave daddy, wuv daddy” as they hug you

“and daddy loves you, but please, go, daddy will be watching, daddy will always love you”

>after a long hug they begin to file out the hole

>the last to remain is a blue earth pony who stops hugging, walks to the hole and looks back to you

>”weo will always wuv daddy, hopes to be bestest smawty fwiend, like daddy was” as he disappears through the hole

>you look at Cal tears now in your eyes

“look after them, make sure they are protected”

>Cal now has tears “you did it buddy, you made your mark in history”

>you shake your head

“I didn’t do it for that, I did it for my kids, I love them, I always will…”

>your eyes close and your head slumps

>Cal is the last one in the back yard

 

 

>30 years have passed since that day and now you and your wife are walking up the hill of a cemetery a package in your hand

>you reach your destination and unwrap the package

>it’s a frame contain a document, the document reads: certification of intelligent sapience in lesser species. The world hereby finds fluffy pony’s as intelligent life, discovered by David Smith Ph.d

>in the frame a news article

>the article is 29 years old

>title: first fluffy pony civilization? A story by Ada Long

>the article dictates that a town has formed, somewhat of a sticklodge village for fluffy ponys led by a single blue earth pony

>in the camp Pegasus could be seen flying, unicorns using magic and crops being grown

>the reporter said she had previously met the blue earth pony which gained her access to him for an interview

>the pony goes on to say this village is thriving and will no longer bother humans if they don’t do the same

>they also plan to spread out and do the same elsewhere across the world

>when the reporter asked how they accomplished this all the pony said was; “my daddy hewped us, and we wuv daddy foweva”

“you did it buddy” you say a tear forming in your eye as your wife Beth clasps your arm “you did it