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>You are Dr. Church: a scientist in a fluffy pony think-tank, and a specialist on fluffy equines.
> You and your team are tasked with finding a humane (if possible) solution to the fluffy overpopulation problem
>There are 3 of you, Dr. Li, Professor Ennis and yourself
>Dr. Li is from China, and is often hard to understand
>Professor Ennis is from Ireland. He’s harder to understand than Dr. Li
>Damn immigrants
>For about 3 months, you and Dr.Li have been working at the research facility (which is underground because underground research facilities are awesome. And this one is government funded. Which is also awesome.)
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> You’ve tried innumerable methods to help cull the fluffy population- from attempts to find a way to sterilize the little bastards via chemicals (which failed miserably- fluffy colts’ testicles would explode, showering semen everywhere, still somehow impregnating mares and smelling horribly. Mares would bleed from genitals constantly, causing a very messy death)
>to selective breeding (you had a German scientist help you on that one. Guy was a fucking nutcase and kept going on about Eugenics. Found him pounding a mare in the cunt to ‘make fluffy blood more Aryan’. Sick nazi fuck),
>to even attempting to make fluffies are source of food (fluffies usually taste really bad if not prepared correctly, plus can cause bowel obstruction and diabetes quite easily, despite the creatures being part horse.)
> Nothing. Fucking. Works.
>Then, at the end of the third month, Professor Ennis, who had up until this point done nothing at all to help, contacts the both of you and says he has a potential solution.
>”I got an idea from me son, Garth, who does comic books.” He says
>You and Dr. Li are puzzled: what can this crazed Irishman be talking about?
> He leads you through the complex, into the fluffy storage.
>Cage after cage of fluffies line the walls: 3 big cages, one for Earth Fluffies, One for Pegasi Fluffies and one for Unicorn Fluffies, respectively, as well as a few smaller cages for pregnant mares and foals, as well as various test subjects from previous experiments.
>The moment you enter the room, you’re assaulted with a cacophony of little fluffy voices: “nuuu! munstas!” “pway?” “nummies?” “fwuffy no feel pwetty…”
>You make a mental note to clear some of the test subject cages: more than a few have died from weird mutations, radiation burns, sickness. One died of autophagia: having bitten its own hind feet off and bled to death.
>But by blistering fuck do these things rapidly reproduce, so it’s not as if a few dead fluffies matter.
>Professor Ennis preps two fluffies: a blue earth pony colt with a black mane, and a
grey unicorn filly with a white mane. They squirm and wimper a bit. He sets them in two empty cages and carries them both to the Lab, explaining as he walks:
>”Yeh see, I got this idea from a comic me son wrote. I figured- what better way to cull fluffies than by infecting ‘em with something that makes ‘em kill other fluffies?”
 
 
 
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>You and Dr. Li are skeptical.
>He goes on to explain that he made a chemical that makes fluffies hostile to other fluffies.
>He spent months developing the chemical and testing it to make sure it wouldn’t affect humans. He doesn’t speak much of how exactly he made it, other than it involves the DNA of psychopaths and is meant to cause some sort of slight brain tissue degradation.
>”Then, how will you know it will work?” Dr. Li asked
>”I don’t, lass. Now is the best time to try!”
>The lab is prepped by various assistants, mostly vet students.
>A large cage akin to a ‘special hugs nest’ is put in the centre of the room, fluffy chow is supplied, as well as a water-bottle and a few toys
>Professor Ennis takes the chemical from storage and adds a few drops to the water bottle, turning it crimson.
>Looks a bit like fruit-punch.
>”I think you’re a complete quack…” you begin
>The fluffies are put in the cage. Almost immediately they shit out of nervousness, babbling inanely. “why fwuffy cowd?” “why munstas take fwuffy away?”
>”…but at this point, I’m fresh out of ideas.”
>Professor Ennis smiles
>”Now all we have to do, is sit back and watch.”
>He prods the fluffies, gently “Go on then, yeh wee buggers. Laugh, play, become friends”
>”fwends?” The grey unicorn says. “pway!” the blue earth fluffy exclaims.
>It takes a minute or two for them to become comfortable, at which point they begin rolling around, playing, babbling and hugging
>Dr. Li looks impatient.
>Soon, the grey unicorn takes a few sips from the water-bottle
>”juicies” it murmurs.
>The mare begins to shake a little afterwards. Its eyes gloss over, and four maroon spots appear on each cheek, its forehead and chin.
>It smiles a smile you’ve never seen a fluffy give. There is no warmth in this smile, only teeth.
>It looks towards the colt, who is busy eating fluffy chow. Its back is toward her, its little fluffy plot and anus exposed.
> In a flash it charges the colt, its horn leading the way
>”FWUFFY BE BOYFWIEND!” the mare squeaks as it drives its horn into the exposed anus of the colt.
>The force of the charge knocks the colt into the food dish, and it begins to squeal
>”Nuuuu! Why huwt fwuffys poopie pwace!?”
>The mare ignores the colt’s cry, and continues horn-fucking it with strength unlike a normal fluffy.
>Blood and shit cover the face of the mare, who just smiles and licks the vile stuff up
>”nuu..stop huwties…why huwt…?” are the colt’s last words as it goes limp, having died of either blood loss, septic shock or anal trauma.
>Dr. Li retches for a moment.
>Professor Ennis watches on in genuine amazement
>You don’t know what the fuck to think
>The mare then stops, pulls it’s horn out, and then begins stamping on the colt’s corpse and biting bits of it off, chewing it with blunt teeth and murmuring about “pwaytime” and “nummie fwuffy”, as blood starts to fill up the cage.
 
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>You begin tests on the mare soon afterward. You discover that the maroon spots on its face have converged together in a straight line meeting at the nose, giving it an almost plus sign looking rash in the middle of it’s features
>…or a cross?
>Through the tests, it looks up at you, and says various very strange things, like
>”Give fwuffy huwties, faygot hoomin!”
>”Stick your peepee on fwuffy’s sniffa!”
>”Cut fwuffy’s bewweh open!”
>You don’t indulge any of its requests until you dissect it. It screams and mewls in joy as you do so, until it expires from bloodloss.
>Other than some brain-degeneration in a certain part of its frontal lobe and a strange cross-like rash on its face, there seems little wrong with it.
>Other tests soon follow:
> A pegagus mare with its 3 foals is given some of the chemical. The mare suffocates two foals by trying to force them back up its vagina (via sitting on them), and it mutilates the third’s wings and partially eats it, happily proclaiming “babehs go back inside mama!”
> A earth pony mare and 2 foals are then tested on. One foal is given the chemical. It viciously attacks its sibling by gumming its penis to a pulp and stomping it to death. It then bites its mother’s teat, which in turn seems to have also infected the mother. Mother and foal then attempt to engage in intercourse which doesn’t work out too well: the mother holds the foal’s head to its nethers and suffocates it, cooing as she does so.
> A Unicorn colt, its Earth pony mate and its 3 foals are then tested on. The father is given the chemical. It fucks the foals infront of the protesting mother, killing one and infecting the other two. They then proceed to cannibalize the mother, the father using its horn to bore a hole into the mare’s stomach and extract the intestines.
> The most unique test, however. Was when three earth pony males from the same litter were all put together. One drank the chemical-tainted water, then proceeded to bite one brother’s penis off, then sit on the other brother and, with the help of its two find legs, smack the severed penis on the prone fluffy’s face, yelling “fwuffycawk! fwuffycawk! fwuffycawk!” with each blow until it’s victim expired.
 
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>Over the next two weeks, it is found out that the crossed infection spreads via bodily fluids.
>Dr. Li and Professor Ennis argue and debate constantly
>Dr. Li says that the “fluffcross” virus is inhumane, cruel and despicable and should not be used
>Professor Ennis challenges her notions on cruelty and humaneness, arguing that it’s better that they kill each other than have humans abuse and mutilate them, as an animal is not held accountable in the same way a human is
>You are undecided: on one hand you sort of agree with Dr. Li, but you can also see the Professor’s point. Besides, this is the only solution that has even remotely worked.
>Some of the vent students were also likewise of varying different opinions.
>At the end of the second week, an incident occurred: a few Crossed fluffies got loose and wound up killing and infecting most of the others, as well as injuring one of the students. (It seems he slipped in a puddle of fluffy gore).
>This disaster resulted in the destruction of a ton of lab equipment, the death of most of your fluffies and a lawsuit by the injured student.
>The think-tank was shut down, the Crossed fluffies were disposed of, and you went back to regular fluffy research.
>However, one day a month or two afterwards, whilst driving to visit your sister in the country, you could’ve sworn that you saw a feral with a cross-like rash on its face, roaming the wild…