Contagion

Contagion

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Warning, this story contains fluffies dying in unpleasant ways.  Viewer discretion is advised


Group four, are we ready?
Yes sir, six fluffies, all types and both genders have been introduced to the environment.
Their lives beforehand?
Mostly pets of elderly owners who passed away, very well cared for.
Mostly?
Yes sir, Mindy is mine, had her for four years.
I'm glad to see you giving your all for this project, Williams.
I lived in Cleveland until I was eighteen sir.
I see.  Don't worry Williams, we'll find the answer soon enough.
Yes sir, we will.

All right people this is the real thing, I want safety protocols followed to the letter and at all times, understood?
Yes sir!
Atmosphere seals?
Still green sir.
Fluffy Enclosures?
Each unit is seperate from one another in every way.  Light, air, sound, radiation, the works.
Good, we don't want any cross contamination screwing with the results.
I know we've had to burn the candle at both ends to get this lab up and running but the people of Cleveland need our help and they needed it yesterday!
Yes sir!
Sir, group three has arrived and the medics want to revive them.
They're waiting for you, in the test chamber.
About time we get this show on the road.
I'm headed to Module Three now to observe, continue preperations for one and two.
Yes sir.
Your test subjects will be arriving within the hour, let's not keep our "guests" waiting.
No sir.
See to it men, if I'm unavailable report directly to Colonel Nathan.
We won't let you down sir, every fluffy corpse will be picked clean until we have the perfect extermination method.
And the eggheads from Hasbro?
Less than an hour out sir.
Good, if they can't help then at least I'll have a decent punching bag to work my frustrations out on.
Yes sir.
As you were.

Ok everyone, the fluffies are active in Module four, lets observe our pathogen at work.
What exactly is this one?
It's a genetically engineered virus designed to kill the fluffies as quickly as possible, beyond that you'd have to ask the high IQ guys.
Carrier?
A heavier than air gas serves as the body, our killer virus floats along inside until a fluffy breathes it in, or ten hours pass and the virus itself dies.
Sounds convenient, it only affects fluffies right?
Fluffies and horses actually, if it's used widely people'll have to innoculate their horses beforehand.
Costly stuff?
The innoculation is;  the virus has apparently been in the works for years at Hasbro, one of many.
Supposedly they were gonna try it again, selling fluffies properly made this time while quietly wiping out the first batch.
Wow, ambitious fucks.
Can't stand in front of progress, they haven't given up on making the perfect biotoy.

By now all six have been dosed, they sleep together in a little burrow and the gas naturally seeps into low lying areas.
How long do you think till we see something?
"Fwuffy itchie."
That could be a beginning.
Or he could just have fleas, you wouldn't believe the kinds of insects they've got no defense against.
That'd be all of em' right?
"Waven itchie too, gif huggies."
... Flea infestation?
"Hoofies few funny".
"Haf tummy owwies".
"Owwies! Bimmy's eyes itchie!
"Jimmy itchie aw ova'!"
Ok then, stage one, itchiness appears about six minutes after inhalation.
That's pretty damn fast.
This is the one labled with five black skulls, we may be in for a bit of a show.
"Owwies!  Nu wan buwnies!"
Buwnies! Tummy haf big owwies, need huggies!"
"Mindeh wan daddeh, nu buwn pwease, pwease daddeh hewp Mindeh, is gud fwuffy, daddeh say is gud fwuffy!
Symptoms include itching followed by burning sensation seemingly all over the subjects.
"Hewp!  Big owwies, big buwnies, nu wan, nu wan!
Hey look at the green one, he's molting
"Huwt, fwuffy huwt!  Pwease nu go fwuff, fwuffy wuv fwuff."
Take a closer look, the ones hugging the most have lost a lot of fluff from their bellies.
"Pwease gif mo' huggies, pwease fwuff nu go!"
"OWWIE!!! Hewp hewp!!!"
Burning sensation quickly escalates followed by rapid fluff loss.
That one by the litter box is practically ripping her own skin off she's scratching so hard.
"Owwie, pwease nu itchies, nu mo' buwn, am sowwy, pwease!
Its been four minutes since symptoms first appeared and already the majority of our subjects have lost at least half their fluff.
That's not the half of it, the chipped ones are showing a body temperature spike of nine degrees!
Hot damn, that explains all the talk of burning.
"Nuuu, hewp, nuuu wike, gud fwuffy, guf fwuffy, gud fwuffy, gud-
Some subjects are becoming delirious with pain and discomfort.
"Mummeh, wan mummeh, wan daddeh, pwease hewp babbeh!!!"
That's our oldest fluffy over there begging for her parents, she's had at least six litters herself over the past year or so.
"NUUUUUUUU, gud fwuffy!!!! Nu huwties!!!  Pwease sketties.
"HEWP!  Munsta haf fwuffy bak!  Nu puwl fwuff, nu buwn fwuffy!!
Daddeh!  Mindeh wan... min...wittabawx...owwies...big owwies..daddeh!!!!
They're vocalizations are all over the map, some beg for forgiveness, others want food, yet others just want more hugs.
"Fwuf.. nu skettie.. pway?... nuu... NUUU... NUUUUUUUUU OWWIEEEEEE*gurgle*!
Jesus, look at that!
So I'm not imagining this right?
She just... fell the fuck apart!
"Pw..owwie..pwe-mummeh...wan stic-OWWWWWIIEEEEEEEEE NUUUU OWWIEEEEEE*gakgargl*!!!!!!
She isn't the only one, it's like their bodies are.. I dunno, rotting or something right in front of us.
"Mind-nu wawa, hewp sket-baww, nu buwn wuv sweepie-NUUU! NUUU, DADD*galg*
"Pwea.. kiw.. oww..kiw fwuff gud fwu dai-nuuuuuUUUUUUUU!!!"
Fuck a duck, he just stepped on his own eyeball.
And that's it, they've all had it.
Do we call this a success?
I forgot to write down anything after the screeching started, the results kinda speak for themselves.
Yeah, we got a fluffy killer all right but what if it affects something unforseen?
That's one BITCH of a way to go.
I'll inform the General, it's a viable weapon but more testing is required before we dare use it outside lab conditions.
We're gonna need shop vacs to collect the corpses.
Yeah... You know?  She really was a good fluffy.
Try not to think about it, we'll be testing group two with something that's supposedly "more brutal" and they're mostly fat dam's and foals.
Hmmm.
Safeties check out?
Nothing's tripped.
Seals good?
All green.
Then let's go collect our samples and get the fuck outta here.  First drink is on me.
Thanks.


End.

Inspired by Mayclore's military involvement in Cleveland.