A young red haired woman cradling a earth fluffy walked up a long
drive way. The fluffy squirmed under her grasp.
 
“Weg ouchie wan sis wan huggies no wike you!”
 
“Shh little one we are almost there.”
 
Reaching a gated bridge she fumbled the pony into one hand and hit the intercom.
 
“Hello is anyone there.”
 
The response was quick polite and firm
 
“Please leave my property.”
 
The young woman held the pony up to the intercom.
 
“I've got some thing that belongs to you i think. i found a Fluffy
Pony limping up the road.”
 
The earth fluffy spoke into the intercom
 
“Momie i haf booboo no can walk. I sowwy I get unda fence again.”
 
“ Christ Apple Bloom, I'll open the gate and meet you half way.”
 
A few minutes later she was met on the road by an older woman her hair
also red but peppered with gray.
 
“God damn this fluffy she keeps getting out! Did you bring your
friends this time bloom?”
 
The pony respond like a petulant child.
 
Day fwardy ponies so i go my sewf! Jackie say i foal an need stay
cwose. I big fwuffy I go adventure find fwuffy mark ... den bad doggie
scare me and i wun fast! I faww down get ouchie nice wady gif pony
back wide home.
 
“Bloom I'm going to take a look at your leg and then your going to
spend the rest of the day in the bad fluffy house.
 
The fluffy eyes filled with tears as she was handed over to her owner.
 
“Pwease no bad fwuffy house . . . ”
 
“Ihanks im..”
 
Doctor Faust I know you interned with my father after you got out of Princeton.
 
The doctor frowned.
 
“Let me guess on of the professors daughters is a cop, the others a
kindergarten teacher,  that leaves the reporter right? Old people love
facebook tokid.”
 
“It's just no ones gotten the whole store about where fluffy ponies
came from and how they got out. You are the only one not still working
for the company .
 
“You lucky i had a crush on your old man. Walk with me kid I'll teach
you something about fluffies.
 
Ten minutes later they reached a field next to an old farm house. It
was full of old playground equipment and plastic play houses. Two
dozen fluffy ponies of every age type and size trotted about chasing
butterflies pulling toy carts full of foals and everywhere the sound
of childish babbling.
 
“Pwetty bug come here fwuffy wan see you.”
 
“Foals no eat dat onwy eat nummy gween gwasses.”
 
“Pinky fwuff no gif foals snackies they wan pway aww night and no
sweepie wif mama an papa fwuffies.”
 
A blond colored fluffie in a straw hat galloped over at full speed.
 
“Bwoom bad foal! wun away make jackie worry! what i teww gwanny if u
no come back?
 
The older fluffy moved to bop the younger one on the nose but the
Doctor cough her hoof.
 
“Apple jack leave your sister be. Go get me my ouchie kit and she ll
see spend the rest of the day in the bad fluffy house. “
 
The fluffy puffed her self up with rage stomped her tiny hoof and
trotted off returning with a first aid kit in her mouth. The Doctor
took a bandage roll out of the kit wrapped the fluffies leg and told
her sister to put the kit away.
 
“Apple bloom you want to be a big girl you get treated like one, go .”
 
She frowned and limped over to a fluffie sized prison and hopped
inside. She sat sulking as other fluffy ponies walk past and
snickered.
 
The doctor turned to her guest.
 
“This is what they were meant for, playing house. Every one of these
was abandoned, born feral or foal born here. They can all talk baby
English and know the same list of shapes and colors we programed into
their genome. That is unless the mother or foal was malnourished at
certain stages that's how you get fluffies too stupid not shit in each
others faces or try to mate with sharp objects.”
 
The reporter bent down to pet a passing gray Pegasus with a blonde
mane and a crossed eye before speaking.
 
“And fluffsplsion?”
 
“Their waste disposal organs are a bit too efficient and if the
mothers diet is just right and her  or the foal is a unicorn able to
make sparks some time rarely, yes it can happen. They were never meant
to live on nachos and sprite. Hell the fourth gen fluffies where never
meant to be sold to the public unless they were sterilized. We planned
on a fifth gen fluffie that could have one foal maybe twice in a
lifetime. Zero or negative population growth, so people would have to
keep coming back to the company if they want more. What those Peta
nuts let loose were industrial breeding machines meant to meet an
expected huge demand for Christmas after launch of the product line.
Hell the dams cant fucking walk they get so huge!”
 
“So you actually though of this stuff when you made them? Most people
just call the escape near D.C. a jump-start on that would happen
anyway. I mean the bone structure on the Pegasus alone
 
The Doc cut in sounding annoyed.
 
“I told them making something that could glide was irresponsible but
they wanted to show the press and kids everywhere something amazing
they said!”
 
“A little purple fluffy with a roll of paper in her mouth waddled up
the humans and ran in circles mumbling until the Doctor took the
paper.
 
“Mama I haf wetta fo pwencess pwease call dwagon!”
 
The doctor smiles takes out a lighter walks outside of "town" and
burns the paper. A few fluffies gather around and marveling at the
flames.
 
“ooooomagic dwagon bweath”
 
The little purple pony ran in circles
 
I twell pwincess widdle fwuffy named bwoom went 'sloring an new fwen
bwing home wif bobo! Wession is no weave 'questria! Dis is one hoovie,
two hoovie, three hoovie, four hoovie, dis da fouth time bwoom wean
dis wession. I hope widdle fwuffy wearn dis time pwincess tink bad
fwuffies wive here!
 
She toddles off and the doctor smiles.
 
“Twilight there used to be in a traveling show, with a fake alicorn. A
puppet made from fluffies. she did the real “magic tricks” and though
the princess was her teacher. Best damn telekinetic I've seen the
prototypes weren’t as good as she is. The show shut down and they sent
her here telling her the princess sent her to learn about friendship.”
 
“Wow thats cute and sad.”
 
“Thats fluffies in a nutshell. I know I keep saying this, but they
were never meant to deal with cruelty we never gave them that. They
were designed to be in suburban living rooms having pretend tea
parties and exploring fenced in yards with there k-12 year old owners.
That and eating canned food bought from the company that made them of
course. Before you ask they crave a “you know what” because its cheap
and i lived on the stuff for years.”
 
The reporter laughed.
 
“If i say the words will there be a fluffy stamped?”
 
“No just a ton of crying and begging. now if they were underfeed
something every other animal has instinct for maybe.”
 
“No instincts?”
 
“The board of directors told us to make them as child proof as humanly
possible. They could only rarely scratch or bite and even then
shouldn't be able to really hurt anyone. The unicorns horns they made
an exception for because how good it look for the press. There brains
are modified from a rabbits with a speech center modded after a three
year old. My cousins kid . . . she's a teenager now. Fucking hates
fluffies goes through them faster than condoms. The little bitch I
swear smarty friends are a bit of her we left in.”
 
“I was going to ask about smarty friends.”
 
We programed them to defer to humans as default pack leaders. We never
imagined fluffies on their own with most or all humans seen as bad or
out to hurt them. Hell half the time they defer to humans even if they
know they WILL hurt them. Give that position to another fluffy pony
and they think they can do no wrong. No wonder fluffies with that
mindset turn into assholes they think that's part of the job. Still if
you knew my cousins kid id swear it was her in those fluff-balls.
 
“How do you feel about what happened after the escape. The way they've
worked there way into the ecosystem?”
 
A pair of passing Pegasus, one blue with a rainbow mane was picking on
a smaller orange one with a purple mane.
 
“You widdwe fwuffy, no weaddy fo fwying wingies to tiny scootawoo hehehe.”
 
The younger fluffies eyes teared up.
 
“i big fwuffy dashie wan fwy wike you. Pwease tell how fwy!”
 
The Doctor stepped in.
 
Rainbow Dash can't fly Scooaloo shes just a good glider. Dash if catch
you talking like that again its the bad fluffy house next to Apple
Bloom! Talk like that makes Pegasus get them selves killed trying to
fly!
 
Dash the blue fluffy stomped her little hoof and spoke loudly.
 
“I fwy an wive on cwoud and you jus jealous !”
 
“Dash if you keep this up i'll clip your wings and you wont be gliding
or flying anymore understand me?”
 
The ponies eye grew wide with fear.
 
“I ..... sowwy! ....pwaease no cwip wingies......wuv gwide down fwom
apple tree.!
 
It then galloped off with the orange one in tow.
 
“It ok dashie i beweave you fwy!”
 
The doctor turned back to the younger woman.
 
“They aren't fitting into the ecosystem kid. They are scavengers and
food for anything else that can stand to chew through the fluff. They
survive because of the speed of their reproduction that's all. Sure
they can be smart but they don't have the tools or the lifespan to
develop that at  all. They get six years tops under optimum lab
perfect conditions. Four years under normal household conditions as a
pet and maybe two years in the wild if they are extremely lucky.
That's not enough time for them to learn, I know we planed it that
way. We didn't want them getting TO smart.”
 
The reporter looked sad as a pair of white unicorns trotted past
pulling a toy wagon full of doll clothing.
 
“We wook pwetty fo party tonight sis!”
 
“ They are toys kiddo that is all. We designed fluffy ponies on almost
ever level to be toys to PREVENT them hurting some bratty kid that
treated them like crap or to screw up the environment if they got out
in the wild. Like I already told you if not for the animal loving nuts
breaking out what amounted to a herd of biological toy factories they
wouldn’t even be an issue! I respect you father and all but if there
isn't anything else kid i've got a few pounds of pony chow to hand out
for dinner. I like to throw them a party every month or so, least I
can do really.”
 
“Just ... people are really mean to fluffy ponies i mean their your
creations and all how does that make you feel.”
 
“People play with toys however they want kiddo. It's really nothing we
didn't consider the scale is just larger. Now Blossum is it ? Please
tell Professor Utonuim I send my best, but its time for you to leave.
 
The reporter smiled before turning to leave.
 
“Goodbye doctor Faust.”