Empathy

Shit story is shit. I didnt really like it but whatever. It needs heavy editing, think I talk about the same pony in two different roles and mix them up. fuck it, its fluffy ponies.

>Bored with your shit machines you decide to run an experiment. Your Fluffy ponies are already tainted so you figure they can be group b. You let three of them out in the yard while you get busy modifying the safe room.
On one half, there is two food bowls, water bowls, a litter box in each corner in the center of the room, and two safe cat house things in the wall corners with soft blankets inside. You scatter toys all around that side as well. On the other side, you dont put anything excet an old blanket they ruined. The floor is already linoleum so no worries about messes. In the center you divide the room with chicken fence as its cheap. The door happens to be in the center as well, and you block off the "bad" side with a infant gate so you have room to enter the room, but keep them closed off.
>You smile at your days work and go out in the yard. Your two female fluffies are rolling in the grass playing. The male is by the fence doing... well your not sure.
Hey guys, you keep playing nice and when daddy gets home you guys can have some spaghetti!
>Cheers from all three fluffies as they shout sketties! good nummies! we awe good fluffies!
>You head to the pet shelter in town. You try to be pleasant to the clerk but they are covered in fluffy shit and look miserable.
I'll take three off your hands.
>Hoping to get a change in attitude but all you get is a grunt, and three fluffies shoved crying into a cardboard box. All the way home you hear Fwuffy scawd! Dawk, HEWP! despite your coos and voice trying to calm them down.
>You get home and let them out in the safe room. They have an hour to get used to the room and calm down after their ordeal before you introduce your three fluffies to them.
Hey guys, now that your settled in, I want you to meet the other three fluffies I already own.
>YAY! Mowe fwiends? You best daddeh!
>You bring the other three inside. Heavier than you remember as you walk down the hall. Maybe the shelter ones are just underfed you think.
I have a surprise for you guys!
>You drop them down and watch the chaos unfold as the new fluffies shit themselves in excitement about new friends and everything else. The stupid things dont even remember this room as it was different than from when they left. You start cooking spaghetti and turn on a fan to blow the smell down to their room. A lil while later you hear a break in the lay babble and start to hear, nummies? is dat sketties? That is your cue!
Ok guys, I have good news and bad news, which do you want first?
>Their tiny brains trying to comprehend they just start shouting nummies! and Good news!
Ok, tonight I have spaghetti for you, that is the good news. Now for the bad.
>They stop talking and get really quiet. Good you think, the new ones understand bad already.
I only have enough for three fluffy ponies. So only the three GOOD fluffies can eat the TASTY spaghetti.
>Two of them stay silent trying to figure out if they are good or not. Three of them babble about sketties for all, and the last one immediately accuses others of pooping on the floor, giving owies and bad hugs.
Bingo! you shout.
>This startles the fluffies, you grab the two he pointed out for pooping on the floor and say, did you do that? They apologize profusely, but its in vain. You lower the gate and put them down on the bad side. Despite their confusion, you turn back to the group of three and say who else has been bad?
>Another one has caught on, said the your original big stallion was hogging the toys and giving special huggies. You put him on the bad side and proudly shout SKETTIES FOR GOOD FLUFFIES!
>They cheer and you all eat delicious spaghetti. While they finish, you clean up the safe room and prep for the night.
Ok, its time for sleep little fluffies.
>Aweady? Fwuffy no tiwed!
Yes, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.
>You set the three good ones down and take inventory. One of your girls made it to the good side. She looks bloated, must of ate to much. Two male fluffies new from the pound also. On the bad side is your other female, your stallion, and a female from the pound. You dump a tiny bit of kibble on the floor on the bad side and say thats all BAD fluffies get. They start to cry and hug eachother. You notice the fluffies on the good side want to help them, give hugs but they cant get through the fence.
>So they are capable of empathy. But for how long...

>The next morning you hear sounds of playing and babble. Despite last nights events, they are all happily playing. You start by asking first thing, who has been a good fluffy. You notice your stallion was the first to pipe up and point a hoof at the other two fluffies he was with. He said they made bad poopies, but when you look around, the only shit piles are in the litter box on the good side, and on the floor next to the litter box on the bad side(as there is no litter box)
Things look fine from here. You should not lie, only bad fluffies lie.
>You pull the other five out to play. Over the coarse of the day, you keep separating them bad and good. That night, when you cook spaghetti again, they are more truthful in what they say accusing others of wrong doing. The same three ended up on top again. That night when you drop them off in the safe room, the good side litter boxes were cleaned, food and water refilled. On the bad side, no changes. When you separate them and leave only a tiny bit of food, you notice they are less eager to offer their food and hugs to the bad fluffies.
>More time passes, and after the first week, they stopped playing with each other and stayed in their groups, and the bad group, they push the stallion away sometimes, but he always over powers them anyway for food. AS you figured with mixed fluffies, two of the mares got pregnant. One of yours is about ready to pop on the good side, and one is getting fat on the bad side. She always crys that the stallion give food to her for the babies, but he doesnt listen and chows down anyway. You carry the two dams as they cant move on their own anymore.
>That night you hear screaming. She is giving birth.
>OWIES! Poopsies huwt fwuffy! Why you huwt poopie pwace?
>The two males push the foals away. Knowing they are not ether one of theirs.
>No! My babehs! dont huwt my babehs!
>They argue that they are all bad. She is two weak to move to see them and just wails as she cries for her babies. They push them to the fence, but cant get them through so they pick them up and drop them in the litter box and poop on them. The mewling stops after a while. They are dead. You hear her cry more as they both take turns giving her special hugs. By breakfast, she is passed out in a pool of blood and pus. Alive, but no will to live.
>That day the good stallions took the mares and rolled them over to their side of the play room. This prompted a battle from your stallion as he fought to keep them. Unable to get both, he was able to stop the one rolling the pregnant dam. The fight started with a ram. Before he could stand up he hopped on top mashing at the stomach where there is less fluff. Biting at the ears on the other fluffy. Since he had been hoarding all the food on the bad side, he was plenty strong to take on the other lazy stallion who had grown fat and complacent about the good treats, toys and warm bed. You quietly open another beer as you watch the battle.
>Before he could finish him off, the other stallion came running to help. Shouting insults such as bad fwuffie no take mawes! Only good fwuffies get mawes! But by that time it was only one on one. They other lay bleeding out with an ear missing, an eye swollen closed and bloody, a missing chunk in his nose and crushed internal organs. He quietly dragged himself towards the dam, but died en route.
Ok guys, thats enough.
>Breaking up the fight before more carnage could happen. You dont want to clean two bodies off the floor today. Already had to dump the foals bodies as it was. That night there was only two on the bad side, but the stallion still hogged all the food, leaving the pregnant dam crying all night. On the good side they ate well, but despite putting food for the other mare who gave birth, and hugging her, she refused to eat, hug back or even say anything. Just staring at the litter box where the other stallion shit on her foals.
>You are awoken the next morning to sounds of Why no move? Pway? Eat nummies! Upon further inspection the mare is still alive but still refusing to move. You drop them all in the yard, and get a beer expecting another battle royal. The comatose mare just layed there all day, the good mare and stallion gave special huggies and slung insults at the bad stallion and pregnant mare, tried to head butt them several times and take their toys they managed to find in the yard.
>Eventually dam went into birthing mode with the all to familiar Big poopsies comment. As they came out, the good fluffies left them alone, while she and the stallion licked them clean. And then pushed them to her teats. And pushed them again.
>Come on babbehs! Babbehs need nummies!
>You get up to inspect. Yeap, scrawny as all hell and still born.
You stupid stallion, babies cant survive if you dont feed the mare.
>He blamed her and started attacking her with his hooves. You decide whether or not to inter vein as he starts. She cant protect herself, shes weak from birth, and weak from not really eating the past week.
Oh shit! Im out of beer. B R B guys.
>You hear screams the whole time. Screams of delight and tastyness as you crack open another beer.  Hmm... I might need more fluffies you think as you go back outside. Three remaining.
With no mare the stallion spends most of his time bucking at the fence, or attacking the good fluffies, they always beat him back and give him big owies. Couple times almost killing him. You are not quite sure how he manages to survive sometimes.
>In the room, he poops everywhere but his bed pushed into the corner by the door. No longer caring or playing in the safe room.  On the good side, she gave birth and only rejected one out of a litter of four. They insult and attack the stallion every day. They poop all along the fence separating them. Sometimes after they beat him down in the yard they poop on him as well.
>After a month you get bored of your experiment.
Come here fluffies! you walk over to them as the mare is pregnant again.
>You gather them up and say, only three good fluffies may go back in the room today. There are no bad fluffies allowed in my house.
>They babble. What about babbehs? Babbehs good?
Only three, if the babies are good, then you are bad and cant come back in.
>No, we good fwuffies too! Babbehs good fwuffies! Aww good fwuffy e`cwept poopie stawwion.
Only three may come in. Take your pick.
The stallion makes a break for the other stallion. Smart you think. As they tussle, the mare screams to fat to move. The kids start to join in as they are bigger now. You walk over and pick up two. Tie their tails in a knot as they scream and put them down.
You pick dam. You have two stallions fighting, two babies who are so stupid they are stuck forever, yourself and one more baby. Whats it going to be?
>Babbeh and me! No bad fwuffies!
>Ok, you pick up the two stallions, throw the good one into the ground as hard as you can. He exploads everywhere. This gets all their attentions. You drop the bad stallion and run over to the stuck foals who are pulling away from eachother giving ouchies. You pick one up and wield them like numchucks. Their wails attract the neighbors attention. Already abandoned her babies she yells
>BAD BABBEHS!
>you smile with delight as you use them to beat the bad stallion into pulp. When you finish you see that the weapon end is as dead as the stallion, and in order to not lose grip, you crushed the other. With only the two left, you pick up the dam and say,
Your pregnant with babies, only three can come in my house.
>BAD BABBEHS! she repeats, feeling only terror for her own life.
Ok, I will take the babies then. Is that what you want.
>YES! No bad babbehs! No want ANY babbeh!
OK.
>You stomp hard on the living foal as she realizes what she said. then turn to her and squeeze her hard. She shits everywhere and wails louder than you ever heard before. Such music to your ears. Then repeatedly punch her in the stomach.
>She comes to few hours later in the cleaned up safe room.
PAIN.
>Immense pain from every part of her body as she wakes up and crys out. A few days later of hand feeding her, she gives birth to still foals. You leave them on the floor to remind her of the babies she abandoned to stay alive. Reminding her every time you pass by. A few days later she died. You dont know why, she ate some, not a lot, but enough to live. Nothing else was wrong with her. Even a fluffy autopsy(doctor cuts open and just inspects things) showed no internal damage, atleast nothing that led to her death. Which brings you back to thought. Did she lose her will to live realizing what she had done?
Bah, now I need another batch of test subjects.