"Fluffy Research"
10/?
>You are Dylan, a freelance researcher, mid 20’s, brown hair, lazy attitude and you’re a complete nerd.
>You just got hired by the WWF to study a new type of “animal” that's becoming a problem worldwide.
>They call it a "Fluffy pony"
>you’ve never heard of such a thing and took the case out of curiosity.
>Man was that a stupid idea, you had no idea working with them would be this hard.
>You’re currently looking over Purple’s now slightly larger herd, the grand total of 6 fluffies larger to be exact.
>Minty’s attack and quick demise happened mere hours ago, the remaining fluffies in his herd all dispersed but one, Minty’s most faithful mare.
>She’s a rather large reddish unicorn; you’d guess the extra size is caused by excess fat on her body.
>her position in the herd most probably meant she got to eat a lot more than the lower ranking fluffies in the herd, thus making her this large.
>Still you got to respect her commitment, she’s currently hugging Minty’s body, trying her best to wake him up from what you can see.
>Minty’s body got a kind of decent burial of sorts, Purple and the brown stallion dragged him off and pushed him into the same bush she buried the foal in earlier in the year, thus avoiding panic amongst the herd.
>Most of the herd never saw Minty, they were huddled up together in the back of the cave, too scared to act, the only thing they could’ve herd would be Minty’s constant threats and later screaming. If any of them walked out and found him, it’d cause a widespread panic.
>You watched Minty’s remaining herd flee for a short while after the scuffle, that’s how you saw Minty’s mare quietly sneak back to his body after Purple and the stallion went back to the cave.
>You’ll have to deal with her at some point, taking her inside to live with your other fluffies is the idea you’re currently considering.
>She could tell and show you the intricate works of a dictator style herd, giving you some good tips on how such a herd functions on a day to day basis.
>But that’ll have to wait for now, She’s in no danger of starving and you’re way too interested in the fluffies Purple assimilated into her own herd right after the battle.
>The six fluffies aren’t that special in appearance, you have four earth stallions and two pegasi.
>The lack of a unicorn is odd, but from what you could see of the herd, unicorns were very rare, you only saw three; Minty, his faithful mare and one toughie friend.
>It might have been faith, but you’d bet Minty had something to do with it; Unicorns tend to become Smarty friends by either forming a herd or often seizing power from the previous smarty.
>You’re not sure about the integration so far though, ever since the new fluffies came into the herd, the only thing they’ve done is put the Tupperware containers off by the food as Purple told them.
>It’s quite possible this new system is strange and scary for them, they used to belong in a herd with an abusive power hungry self centered Smarty.
>Now they find themselves in a very liberal open free herd with a chosen Smarty that isn’t power hungry or abusive of the other fluffies in the herd.
>So due to the strange circumstances, the six fluffies have piled up into their own little fluffpile on the opposite side of the sleeping mares, obviously trying their best to avoid confronting the other fluffies there.
>As you sit there looking at them, certain key movements can be seen amongst them, the way they’re looking at the food and water and the way one of them is rubbing it’s behind against the cave wall.
>Purple must have noticed this as well because she walks up to them shortly after and looks them over before speaking up; “Yu guu fwuffies, nu bad fwuffies, yu haf bad smawty iz aww. Yu haf new hwed no’, dis guu hewd, saf hewd. Nu huwties hewe, pwum guu smawty fo hewd.”
>The fluffies just look at her with mixed expressions; they’re clearly unsure and very afraid of this new place.
>”Yu haf nummies dewe, bu nummies onwy whe’ Puwpwe say. Guu’ wa-wa’s dewe. Yu go poopie away fwon cawe, hewd show wewe” Purple continues, pointing out the different things as she goes on, making sure they get it all.
>The new arrivals just stand there and nod their stubby heads slowly.
>”Yu now hwed fwuffies, hewd gif huggies to’ new fwfufies!” Purple speaks up, urging the whole herd to do their best to welcome the new arrivals; the herd gladly does as told.
>You just sit back and watch the scene with a smile, this sure is a special type of herd, but on the other hand, being this open and welcoming might get them in trouble at some point.
>What if a bad let’s say rapist fluffy got accepted into the herd? He’d be free to go at any living fluffy in the herd, old and young.
>Your mind sure is dark at times, pleasant moments don’t seem to last very long before you start drifting off into the world of dark thoughts and eternal damnation for all parties involved…
>You quickly put this aside and keep observing the herd and it’s new members closely, Most of them do nothing, but one of the pegasi catch your attention.
>His behavior is strange compared to his fellow kin, he moves about quietly and looks around the cave strangely, like he’s waiting on something.
>Ignoring the rest of the lot, you focus on him, recording his every move, glare and whiff.
>Upon closer inspection some things stand out, from what you can see and tell, his fluff is different somehow, it’s less rough, his walking pattern indicates to you that he’s got really strong legs, but from what you can see he’s undernourished at the moment…
>How can his legs be strong and weak?
>He also licks his lips often, which is rather rare for most fluffies according to what you’ve seen; the other strange thing is that he spends most of the time close to the dams, shooting quick glances at them.
>What the heck could be so important about the dams? They’re not doing anything at the moment other than eating grass at one end and defecating out the other.
>You kept on watching him hours on end, when night came the fluffies started preparing their fluffpile, the setup is the same as always; dams, mares with foals, mares and stallions.
>But to your surprise, as the fluffies were shuffling about, the stallion snuck behind them all and hid amongst the dams.
>Wait what? Why would he hide there? Oh boy, is it possible Minty’s herd had more than one leader? Could this fluffy have been Minty’s second in command?
>You hope this isn’t the case; another fluffy smarty in here could lead to a lot of problems, the brown stallion ripping him to shreds for one.
>You kept watching him even closer as the herd went to sleep, shuffling about some before they all calmed down and went to sleep, snoring ever so gently.
>The strange fluffy on the other hand stayed awake, looking over the herd at random intervals, making sure they were all asleep for some reason…
>From what you could see he made sure the herd was asleep before he began doing something strange, he gently pushed one of the dams onto her side, stomach facing him.
>The scene just kept on making you more and more perplexed; what could he possibly gain by pushing her over sideways? What was he planning on doing with her?
>Oh boy, with the dam now on her back he could easily kick her in the gut, killing the foals inside the stomach, starving the herd of new fluffies.
> With the dam now properly placed on her side he checked the herd again, this just enforced your view, he wouldn’t be this careful if he was just helping the dam turn in her sleep.
>Apparently certain no one woke up by him turning the dam, you’re taken completely off guard as he gently moves over to the dam’s stomach region and carefully begins suckling on one of her swollen teats draining her precious milk as he drinks to his heart’s content.
>You just freeze up completely, your feeble inexperienced mind not able to process what you’re seeing.
>Your mind goes the vocal way, trying it’s best to seek advice from anyone or anything; “Adult fluffy drinking fluffy milk?”
>There is no reply, Leeroy and the other fluffies are asleep right now, there’s only two living animals awake at this hour, you and the strange fluffy in the cave.
>You just sit there looking at him drink, your face void of any emotion or thought, brain lost trying to explain this in some scientific way you’d be able to write down and send to the WWF.
>The fluffy finishes about 15min later, the mare’s teats completely dry.
>Clearly not satisfied yet, he does this with two other dams close by, leaving the remaining two dams for later you presume.
>You just sit there and watch as he gently licks his lips, licking away any milk residue before he gently leaves the dams and goes to lie down beside his “fellow” herd mates.
> He gently sneaks past the mares with foals before he squeezes himself into the fluffpile for warmth and falls asleep quickly, his stomach filled with sweet warm fluffy milk.