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- >Own fluffy pony.
- >male, named Hoffman after your favorite chemist.
- >Hoffman is particularly intelligent for a fluffy pony, possessing an actual learning ability.
- >Fluffy pony does not understand your job, however. You illegally synthesize LSD to sell on the street.
- >One day you accidentally drop a ten-strip on the ground, enough to make somebody trip hard for around two days.
- >You come home later that day after peddling your wares at a club downtown to find Hoffman is silently sitting and staring at the wall.
- >despite being an intelligent pony of sorts, he never was a quiet one.
- >"Hoffman?" you say, a bit scared. He's sitting in a puddle of his own piss.
- >"Howfman see univwerse." At this point you realize that your fluffy has imbibed some of your wonderful product.
- >You carefully watch Hoffman until you become tired and go to bed. You lay out some spaghetti for him on a plate, and go to bed.
- >When you wake up in the morning, the spaghetti is gone, and so is Hoffman.
- >you find Hoffman in your office, near your computer.
- >He's writing in your notepad fervently.
- >You draw near, and look over him at the paper. He doesn't even seem to notice you.
- >Complex geometric patterns and long, scrawling paragraphs coat the visible pages.
- >From his current speed you can tell he's already filled several pages.
- >This might be one of the most interesting things you've ever seen.
- >You tell your accomplices that work in your lab that you're taking off today. No complaints are raised.
- >You sip black tea and watch Hoffman write. Eventually he runs out of paper.
- >Hoffman simply sits there for an hour after running out of paper.
- >Finally, he turns and looks at you.
- >"Dis is da gwood shit." he says.
- >Hoffman would not be proud.
- >You however, are very much proud. You produce several tabs.
- >You spend the next few hours babbling with Hoffman about stupid shit.
- >Eventually you get back on the topic of the notebook.
- >You read what little makes sense, and it seems to be some sort of arcane writing.
- >Because you're an expert on arcane stuff all of a sudden.
- >"Hoffman, what the fuck does all of this mean?" you say, absolutely confused.
- >It doesn't help that you can't comprehend the concept of a notebook, you're tripping so hard.
- >"Fiwst need fwuffy unicwon." he says. "Dwen need de gweat elixwir."
- >Your mind understands that. You need a unicorn that's tripping.
- >"So what does all of this do?" you say, awestruck.
- >"Unicwon power bwigger!" screams Hoffman hysterically. Oh Hoffman. Your problem child.
- >The next day you're a very tired psychonaut.
- >But a very excited one. You spend a few unenthusiastic hours at the lab, then head home.
- >You bring Hoffman with you to the fluffy pony adoption center.
- >He's noticeably nervous as you approach, he came from this very adoption center.
- >Apparently he was abused by the feral fluffies held in this center.
- >He's also nervous about getting a unicorn. He may be the only fluffy pony you've ever met with an inferiority complex.
- >It must suck to be an earth pony.
- >You and Hoffman enter the adoption center. The receptionist is chatting on the phone inanely about something one of her friends did.
- >You wait a full minute for her to disengage from the conversation.
- >God, you fucking hate having to listen to people's vain conversations. Especially when they're about their friends.
- >You remain stoic throughout your wait, and when the receptionist is done you brighten up somewhat.
- >"Hey, I'm looking to adopt a couple of fluffies." you say. She raises her eyebrows at the notion of buying multiple.
- >Fucking media and their sensational "fluffy abuse" scares.
- >Despite raised eyebrows, her tone of voice doesn't sound in the least bit suspicious.
- >"What exactly are you looking for?" she says, maximizing a window. You can see what she's doing on her computer, it's all reflecting off of her glasses. She's on Facebook.
- >"One pweggie pony, two unicworns and aw pegawasus!" says Hoffman, slurring the word pegasus horribly.
- >Didn't he say he only needed a unicorn and LSD?
- >The receptionist's eyebrows have disappeared into her bangs. Her voice betrays her feelings this time.
- >"Wait...what?" she leans over the desk and sees Hoffman for the first time. She is absolutely flabbergasted.
- >Her look plainly says "You're letting this little shit call the shots?"
- >You shrug. Okay, maybe the look didn't say "little shit" but it certainly was condescending.
- >You and Hoffman are led into the back of the orphanage, and bear witness to the horrors of fluffy pony storage.
- >However, because the writer doesn't want to waste more time describing useless shit that you've all read a million times, we skip straight to choosing the fluffies.
- >Hoffman is very selective, and an hour later he's picked out a pegasus and a pregnant fluffy.
- >the pegasus took him a relatively short time to find, but he was dithering at a page of pregnant ones for about forty minutes.
- >He's been constantly consulting his notes and mumbling nonsensical shit. You're actually feeling a bit worried.
- >You also realize that in some strange way, there is no going back anymore.
- >Whatever Hoffman is trying to do, he'll manage to do. It doesn't matter whether you're involved or not.
- >"Dis one!" he says, snapping you out of your reverie. He's picked a unicorn at last. You unlock the cage with the key that the receptionist gave you.
- >Apparently they're not very concerned about the possibility of you stealing fluffies. Hell, they'd probably be happy.
- >You grab the grey unicorn, which actively struggles, as opposed to the behavior of the pregnant one and the pegasus.
- >They're still babbling about their new daddy in their carrying cases.
- >You also notice that no customers have came in since you entered. You wonder when this orphanage is shutting down.
- >the grey unicorn tries to bite you, to your surprise. It doesn't hurt, but it's just another unnerving detail in a plot full of unnerving details.
- >You shove the grey unicorn into a cage, and bring it up to the receptionist.
- >Then you realize you had been thinking of the cashier as a receptionist. That goddamn phone.
- >"Are you sure you don't want to put them all in one cage?" she says, drawing bigger eyebrows with her eyebrow pencil.
- >You look at the cage with the writhing grey unicorn, then the one with the pregnant earth fluffy, and finally the jittery pegasus.
- >What the fuck could this all mean? Does Hoffman really want to make the unicorn's magic more powerful?
- >What eldritch nighted gibbous scheme have you become entangled in?
- >Lovecraft aside, the unicorn suddenly stops struggling.
- >"Let smawty fwend go or I give you big huwties!" says the unicorn, his horn starting to glow.
- >"Ignore it, they're all always full of shit. Why are you buying a feral anyway?" says the receptionist. The next moment she's screaming.
- >the cage the unicorn is in explodes.
- >shrapnel erewhere.
- >You lash out at the unicorn, smacking him in the head.
- >Because this isn't an abuse fic, the unicorn is coldclocked. Might have a bit of brain damage too. Whatever.
- >The cashier is shaking with fear and has her hands over her head while crouching down and whimpering.
- >You feel like there's a story behind this reaction, but you comfort her and shit.
- >You leave the adoption center with one unconcious pony, one pregnant pony, one terrified pony and one mildly insane pony.
- >And nine numbers broken into three groups of three by three hyphens.
- >You love numbers.
- >You arrive at your home, and Hoffman begins making the "necessawy prepawations"
- >In other words, he scribbles weird eldritch symbols all over your basement.
- >science will march triumphantly onwards at the cost of another coat of paint.
- >"So how are you going to do this?" you say to Hoffman.
- >"Yule see." says Hoffman. You suddenly realize that Hoffman has, in a way, conjugated a conjugation.
- >The paradox damages your mind far more then any drug ever did.
- >"Gew get de subjects." says Hoffman dismissively. You're a bit put out by his behavior.
- >The grey unicorn has awoken, but he seems very tired. Or very braindead. You wonder whether this apparent brain damage will affect the experiment.
- >When you arrive in the basement you find that Hoffman has created something that reminds you quite a bit of a circuit board with arcane symbols.
- >"Rewease the unicown." says Hoffman. You do so.
- >It lies on the floor breathing. Hoffman appears unperturbed, or he doesn't notice. He is a fluffy, after all.
- >You suddenly realize that Hoffman hasn't asked for hugs ever since he took the LSD.
- >You feel sad. You watch Hoffman push the breathing unicorn onto one of the symbols.
- >"Now bwing me the others!" he says. He lays his hooves on the horn of the unicorn, and begins murmuring.
- >The circuit begins to glow slightly.
- >You return with the pregnant fluffy and the pegasus, who's bouncing around in his cage with excitement.
- >You release the pregnant one, and Hoffman rolls it to it's position.
- >The pegasus won't stand still, annoying Hoffman significantly.
- >Hoffman attempts to bash the pegasus over the head to knock it out, but ends up becoming entangled in a hug with the fluffy.
- >he struggles for a bit, then gives up and lies there limply while the pegasus hugs him.
- >it looks adorable, but you decide that the best way to keep the pegasus in its place is to sedate it.
- >You conjure up a miraculous syringe full of heroin and inject into the pegasus.
- >the pegasus nods off, and Hoffman haughtily gets up.
- >"Bwing de elixir!" he says. You bring him a vitamin water bottle filled to the brim with liquid LSD.
- >That's actually worth a shitload, but you want to see this brought to its conclusion. Plus you have a video camera set up.
- >Imagine the views. The movie deals. The guest performances.
- >Hoffman steps into his position on the circuit after tracing the patterns with LSD.
- >You knew it was the stuff magic was made of. But you have a twinge of sadness when you see him step into place.
- >"Hoffman..." you say softly. "Hugs?"
- >Hoffman stares at you suddenly, then waddles over and hugs your leg before excitedly returning to his position.
- >"At wast!" he says, as the power of deus ex machina prepares to turn on him.
- >you watch as the circuit begins to glow strongly.
- >the light flows from the symbol that Hoffman is standing on, to the symbol the pegasus is on, to the one with the unicorn, and finally to the pregnant fluffy.
- >And you finally realize.
- >Far too late.
- >"No! Hoffman!" you cry. "The unicorn has-"
- >the light is blinding, although it probably wouldn't be as bad if your pupils weren't so dilated.
- >when the light is gone, there is only dust where the unicorn and the pegasus sat. There is nothing where Hoffman was
- >The pregnant fluffy is in bloody pieces.
- >A large fluffy with wings and a horn is standing in the center of the bloody mess.
- >At last you realize everything. Hoffman's desire to be a "special" fluffy led him to desire wings and magic.
- >The LSD imbibed him with magical greentext power, allowing him to realize how he could ascend to fluffy godhood.
- >He knew that there was a unicorn with particular magic talent at the orphanage, because that was the one which bullied him when he lived there!
- >Now all of the loose ends have been tied up, however, you still have an abomination on your hands.
- >One which suddenly began to display aggression.
- >"GIVE BAD HUGGSIES." says Hoffbomination.
- >It's about seven feet tall, and pretty lean for a fluffy. Its fur is pure white.
- >"GIF BIG BOOBOO!" it roared.
- >Time to bust the joint. You escape from the basement as a massive explosion destroys it. Luckily you grab your camera.
- >This footage just became much more valuable then you thought it would be. Who knows how much Homeland Security would pay for this?
- >Or maybe not. You realize that the basement has collapse in on Hoffbomination.
- >And then he bursts from the ground as the story picks up to reach its inevitable climax.
- >"GIVE BAD PONIES BIG OUCHIES. MAKE DEM PAY. SHOW DEM HOFFY NO LIKE PONIES DAT NO BE NICE."
- >and then he sped off in the direction of the orphanage.
- >You skip the long process of describing how you obtain your gun.
- >You now have a shotgun and you're on your way to the orphanage to save a receptionist and some fluffies.
- >Plus, you gotta be a real necromancer and demonstrate that you only bring up that which you can put down.
- >Lovecraft reference once again disregarded, you arrive at the orphanage toting a 12-gauge shotgun.
- >no, wait, you have an M-16!
- >No, a .50 caliber sniper!
- >Have you compensated for your dick size yet?
- >Anyway, you walk into the orphanage with the shotgun raised and loaded.
- >The cashier's desk is covered in blood. You peer over the desk to see that she had been decapitated.
- >You go to check her Facebook messages to see whether she had mentioned meeting you to anyone.
- >But then you suddenly notice that she's lying facedown.
- >HOLY SHIT.
- >DAT ASS!!
- >Jesus, why did she choose a job involving sitting down? Now you know why that explosion scared her, she has a "bangin'" ass!
- >Okay, now you're entering the realm of unfunny jokes.
- >You eventually find a conversation that took place earlier on in the day.
- >She rated you an 8.5/10. You don't mind. Her friend apparently wants to meet you. You take note of her facebook page's url.
- >Holy shit, you could go to the funeral and hook up with her there!
- >You browse her friends pages for a bit, listening to the screams of the fluffies in the storage room as Hoffbomination rips away their lives.
- >You finally decide to act after sending yourself a facebook request from her profile.
- >you brace yourself, then walk in.
- >Jesus Christ.
- >If this room was a research paper, you would be citing a thousand shitty fluffy pony abuse stories.
- >It has the meathooks, the amputations, the grisly bisections, and you find yourself scared to describe it for fear of springing a hard one.
- >Hoffbomination is behind a large row of cages, but which one? This place is like the place with all of the prophecies in Harry Potter.
- >You follow the screams of "BIG BOOBOO BOOJUICE SOWWY STICK BABY SOUND ETCEWA!"
- >At wast.
- >Hoffbomination sits at the end of a gruesome hall of cages, telekinetically tearing fluffies apart.
- >"Hoffman!" you cry, and he stops torturing the fluffy.
- >"YOU BIG BAD MONSTER! GIVE BAND-AID HURT!" Hoffbomination says. He advances.
- >His horn begins to glow.
- >You're desperate.
- >"Hugs!" you cry suddenly. Hoffman stops advancing.
- >He suddenly looks confused.
- >You see then in his eyes, that he's still Hoffman underneath there.
- >Which means he deserves this.
- >You blow his head off with your mighty boomstick, and admire the crimson fountain that gushes forth from his head.
- >You suddenly realize something.
- >This whole thing wouldn't happen if you hadn't given Hoffman LSD.
- >What if LSD has some sort of unexpected effects on fluffy ponies?
- >What if the same goes for all psychedelics?
- >You return to the front desk, and start looking through the fluffy pony databases, trying to find Hoffman.
- >You find him by his original name: Holden.
- >You find all of his relatives and shit like that, because in this universe orphanages care about fluffy ancestry.
- >You also admire dat ass a bit, but not too much. Turns out she had an assload of shit she was holding in when she got killed.
- >You muse over the possibilities that your discovery may open up for a while, then head home.
- >On the way back, you pick up a car battery, alligator clips, and a few packages of benedryl.
- >Soon it will be your favorite time - Experiment time!
- >The end.
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