>You are a purple alicorn, protégé to the greatest ruler of all time.
>You know soon you will have to move on to greater duties but you still have one nagging question.
>You can’t leave unfinished business.
>Something has always bothered you and today you are going to study it.
>You found a spell in your mentor’s books and now you can experiment the way you want to.
>The purple tool watches as you walk down into your lab in the basement.
>”Spike, I need time alone for research. You are excused the rest of the day.”
>You don’t give him time to protest as you close the basement door.
>You hear him leave the library.
>Good, now you won’t be interrupted.
>The thing has left behind some of her hair on a brush.
>This is perfect.
>You lay out the hair on a table.
>You concentrate on the spell and cast it on a few strands.
>It glows a dark purple hue and morphs.
>There is a small explosion on the table and as if popping into existence a pink ball of fluff forms.
>It looks up at you, “Whewe fwuffy? New fwen?”
>Her pink fluff and mane taunt you.
>She stares up at you with her blue eyes, “Fwuffy wan pway! Pway pwease!”
>She smiles at you as she sits
>You place a little device on her head.
>”Yay! Hat fo fwuffy!”
>”No, it is a measuring device little one.”
>She sits up and claps, “Yay! Fwuffy wub meashhhh… metering demise!”
>You levitate a book.
>”How ting fwoaties?”, The fluffy looks at the book inquisitively.
>”It’s called a control test my little test subject.”
>”Wha contwol tess… why fwuffy tail have twichies?”
>You drop the book on the fluffy’s head.
>”WHAAA! Owies! Why hewt fwuffy?”
>The fluffy falls down and covers its head and starts to sniffle.
>You bring up your note book, “Twitchy tail means falling things… check!”
>She is still sniffling and trying to rub her head through the measuring device.
>Such a simple minded creature!
>Way beneath you!
>You place her on the top of the stairs.
>”Fwuffy nee huggies mommeh! Fwuffy nee…”
>She stops and start to spasm, her ears flop, her eyes fluffter then her knee twitches.
>She finishes just as you open the door slamming it in her face.
>She starts to drop blood from her nose as she tries to run off.
>Her cries fill your laboratory.
>”Pwease! Wahhhhhhh… fwuffy nuu wike dis game….”
>”Quiet! We are not done yet!”
>The fluffy just whimpers as you carry her to a table and place her in a big glass box.
>You slide a covering over it as you grab your note book.
>”Opening door combo… check!”
>The pink fluffy pony starts to run randomly in the glass container.
>She keep swatting at her nose.
>”Owies! Hu uu huuu… fwuffy sniffy pwace haf big itchies mommeh!”
>She is trying to scratch her nose as you turn and look at the container.
>A smile crosses your face as you bring out a small box.
>You open the top and slam the box in breaking it.
>You place the cover back just in time as the bees from the box start to swarm.
>”Itchy nose… check!”
>The fluffy pony starts to roll around as the bees sting her over and over.
>Her nose has three bees on it each pushing their stingers in.
>They crawl into her fluff and on her rump stinging her mercilessly.
>”Wahhhh! Pwease hewp fwuffy mommeh! OW! OWCHIES! Hewp mommeh!”
>You stare on coldly as the bees each sting and die.
>When they are all dead you open the container and take out the fluffy pony.
>One of her eyes are swollen shut.
>Her nose is a big red welt.
>She has red bumps all over her body visable through her fluff.
>She opens her mouth to talk.
>She spits out a bee as she does.
>”Fwuffy sowwy mommeh… pwease gif huggies?”
>You snicker at her simple mind still trying to make you happy.
>You drop her to the floor where she lands with a thump.
>”Owie…. Huu huuu huuuuu…”
>You look over the graph reading from your measuring device.
>This seems somewhat consistant with your theory that the earth ponies have a keen sense to magnetic fields which grant them a higher understanding of the dirt and earth where minerals lie.
>You have to go on.
>The fluffy starts to roll around crying.
>You stare down at the pitiful creature, “What is wrong? What are you feeling?”
>”Fwuffy back buwnie mommeh! Fwuffy nuu feew gud…”
>You smile and say, “Excellent, that means you are about to have a drill shoved through your leg.”
>The fluffy looks up with a tear stained and swollen face, “Wha mommeh mea- EEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>You levitate an old hand drill you found that had a rusty bit in it and spin it amazingly fast.
>You shove it through the front knee of the fluffy pony.
>You magically hold it in place as you go through flesh.
>A small stream of smoke comes from the wound as white bits start to fly out.
>You ignore it screams of pain as you jerk the drill out of its leg.
>It falls over with blood spurting from the wound.
>”Wahhhh! Fwuffy hewt mommeh!”
>She is flopping toward you, “Pwease nuu mo sowwies… gif huggies… wub… owie owie owie owie!”
>”What is wrong now?”
>”Fwuffy moufie hewt mommeh! Few wike fwuffy get sowwt stick to mouf! Huu huu huuuu… fwuffy nee hewp…”
>You pick up your note book, ”Ok, aching mouth means a red hot poker in the ass.”
>The fluffy looks up confused as you levitate a poker from the fire place.
>The end is glowing red.
>You shoot it across the room ramming it into the rear of the squirming fluffy.
>It screaches as the searing pointed piece of metal embeds itself into its pooper.
>”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>You pick her up using the fire poker.
>Smoke boils out from the wound opening and the smell of burnt flesh permeates from her.
>She pathetically spasms and flops impaled on the superheated metal.
>Slowly she quiets and her eyes glaze over.
>”Ok subject, tell me what you feel now.”
>Gurgles escape her mouth.
>She stares blankly into space.
>You huff and rip out the poker annoyed.
>A stream of intestine comes out stuck to the fire device.
>”Now I won’t know the predictor of suffication…”
>You throw the lifeless thing into a jar filled with alcohol.
>A few bubbles escape is mouth as you place on a top and put the dead creature on a shelf.
>You hear a knock from upstairs.
>You teleport up to the door and open it.
>”Hiya Twilight! I came over just like you asked! Whatcha need?”
>”Just need your help with some experiments I am working on Pinkie.”
>”Of course, I could never say no to the newest princess in Equestria!”
>You smile at the pink earth pony that is at your door.
>You look at her, “I am working in my basement, could you go down there with me?”
>She hops past you and starts going down the stairs.
>She stops and starts to writhe a bit.
>You trot up behind her, “What’s wrong Pinkie?”
>”It’s strange… my back just started burning.”
>She shrugs it off and walks down the stairs.
>You smile as you follow, closing the door slowly behind you.
>”Oh don’t worry about it. It’s just the control part of my experiments.”
>Such a simple minded creature!
>Way beneath you….