Contagion part 2

Contagion part 2

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



I don't like this, not one bit.

Yes sir.

It'll take far to long, we need to act against this menace now.

Yes sir.

You aren't just humoring me are you soldier.

No sir, my parents near bankrupted themselves putting up fluffy proof fencing around the farm and no one will sell them fluffy insurance.

A personal stake then, good.  I like it when my people are motivated.

Very motivated sir.

So here we are, wasting our time with this stupid exercise while REAL chemical weapons are being prepared to kill these little shits.

Sir, they could be just exploring every avenue, in case some of the poisons don't work.  It might take a lot of different things to finish them all.

I suppose that's true.  It'd sure as shit would be nice if one of these turns out to be our silver bullet though.  All right, begin your report.

Yes sir, we've tried a variety of things and spoken with some of the less reputable breeders out there.  Most didn't want to cooperate but with homeland security being involved they didn't have much of a choice.  We're free to do whatever we please with their files, the added data it's make the job that much quicker.  Sterilizing fluffies will of course put an end to their population, but the best method of sterilizing them is what we`ve been searching for.  Initial reports are promising on the laced food from Hasbro altering a foal while still in the womb;  even though they've been forced to hand over the fluffy genome their scientists know more about the things than anyone.

Our own tests with laced food has so far only worked on males, and it hasn't been 100% successful.

In other words useless, soldier.  Even if it's down to 3% fertilization a mare will get pregnant eventually, maybe a few days later than usual but it'll happen.  They fuck like rabbits on viagra.

Kinda makes me jealous sir.

Ha!  Now that's a new one for this old dog.  Haven't found Mr. Right?

They've been working us double time on this project sir.  I've no time to find a boyfriend who isn't already on base and I'm not THAT desperate yet.

Heh, glad my wife wasn't as picky as you.  Maybe when this shitstorm is over you should put in for Korean deployment.  No need for details, suffice it to say, EVERY rumor you've heard is true.

Even the one about those three-

Yes.

Well... damn.  I wouldn't mind seeing that.

Just tell your lieutenant what I used to tell mine.  Every soldier needs to fuck.

Yes sir.

All right, you were saying.

Yes sir.  The Hasbro solution looks better than ours, female foals develop without functioning ovaries and as such, never get pregnant.  If sterilization is chosen, their formulation works best.

That's clear, now list the negatives.

The most obvious one would be fluffies can live for up to ten years in lab conditions.  That may be drastically shorter in the wild but even after every feral has been altered, which would take excessive time and massive manpower on its own, it's still years until they die off.  Their numbers would actually increase for an indefinable period of time before a sharp decrease.  Also, while the food can be formulated to attract fluffies especially, there's no stopping other wild animals from ingesting it as well.  Then there's animal rights groups who'd raise a-

Hold on, we aren't even killing 'em with this.  Why would their panties be in a bunch over sterilization?

Well sir, their panties will certainly bunch up over the psychological trauma this method causes.

Trauma?  Explain.

I can show you, sir, if you'll follow me.

Lead the way.

It's testing enclosure three, I think you can see the problems this causes immediately.

"Babbeh!  Whea babbeh?"

"Wan babbeh, why nu come to mummeh?"

"Pwease come out babbeh, nu be meanie babbeh, mummeh wuvs yu!"

"Babbeh?  Mummeh?  Mu-babbeh?  Wuv?  Hewp mummeh fin' babbeh?

"Gif speciawl hugs?  Pwease gif speciawl huggies to Twunny Foah."

"Whea babbeh?  Pwease, come to mummeh, gif wuv, gif huggies an' miwk!  Wuv babbeh, WUV BABBEH!"

I dunno, besides the yelling this looks pretty normal to me.

These fluffies have all been sterilized with Hasbro's tainted food.  They're all over a year old, that means they should have had several litters themselves by now.  But not one has and it's having a profound effect on the mare's psyches in particular.  Stallions often ask why their special friends aren't having babies, they sometimes get mad at them or even leave them because they never get a litter.  The mares are a completely different story however, they're absolutely obsessed with having babies.  Every waking hour they aren't eating is dedicated  to trying to get pregnant.

I bet the males are in heaven.

We've had several die of exhaustion, they'd mate over twenty times in one day.  Stallions complained of pain and discomfort and all eventually stopped mating entirely to give their gentials some time to heal.  Our mares wern't about to be turned down though, it got to the point where we had to seperate the females and males. The mares were actually trying to force the males into "special hugs" by every method from bribery to violence.

No shit?  They really attacked males that didn't want to give them a stab?

Or they'd offer them hugs, collect food for them, anything that worked.  For now they're allowed limited time together to answer nature's call and then back to segregation.

And how about the experimentation?

As per orders sir, several times we've introduced foals into the environment over the past year, their reactions became more extreme with each passing month.

How so?

At first the mares would crowd around it, asking each other who's baby it was and search the enclosure trying to find her.  Over time the foal starved to death since none of the mothers had any milk to offer.  When the second was introduced the mares all argued over who would take care of him, each tried feeding him but once again, it starved.  At the eight month mark we added foal number three and a fight broke out over who'd keep it.  One mare was killed, two severely injured and had to be put down and one crippled but survived.  She's the green one you see dragging her hind legs, Thirty Three.

The winner groomed the baby for hours and rubbed it roughly into her fluff, trying everything she could to get it's previous mother's scent off and hers on.  When the baby cried for its original mother she lied to it, bribed it and eventually resorted to hurting the poor thing, pulling its fluff and biting it's wings until it finally called her mother.  In the end, we're unsure if the baby truly did accept her as it's mother or not, it starved too.

If I remember right, the ones those peta idiots let go were all breeders right?

Yes sir, genetically altered to breed as often as they could.  That's why fluffies are born at such a fast rate and also why mothers blow up to such a massive size desipte the tiny babies.  It's a huge amount of amniotic fluid that acts as a shield to their undersized babies.  The bio engineers at Hasbro had them giving birth in a third of the the time they should have, as such the babies are incredibly weak and fragile, they float in a balloon of shock absorbing fluid so their mothers can keep them safe until their premature birth.  Supposedly they were meant to be birthing at ten weeks instead of the three they do now, and with a littler of two max, not the possible four or five we see.  In fact, commercial versions were supposed to be sterile anyway, and the hyper breeding instinct removed before sales started.  Fluffies
were going to be a lot more "toy" like than the ones running around now.  No round mothers, no fluffies that can't even move without attendands, no massive overpopulation, none of it.

You seem a little moved by their plight.

I just think there's been a lot of unnecessary suffering for everyone because some misinformed people jumped the gun.

That's one way of putting it, but back to our problem.

Oh, yes sir.  In additional to individual foals we've brought in mothers with babies who were sterilized shortly afterwards.  We may as well not have bothered getting them fixed.

And why would that be?

Our test subjects immediately lynched the mothers and stole the babies for themselves, there wasn't even a pretense of the usual fluffy friendiness.  Our mares actually worked together to get the babies away, but another brawl broke out when one declared a baby was hers.  We've interviewed them weekly, you can clearly see how their answers to questions about babies have grown more and more deranged as time passed.  The worst case we have is our crippled one, Thirty Three.  She only refers to herself as "baby" and tries to feed from other mares when they fall asleep.  Despite her handicap most of the fluffies are afraid of or are openly hostile towards her, except the one who was so far gone she accepted thirty three as her baby and tried feeding her.

I hope you have footage of that.

Hours worth sir, we watched that situation very closely.  Thirty Three treated Twenty just like a baby would act towards her mother, and Twenty responded.  It went on for two days until Thirty Three figured out she couldn't get any milk from Twenties dry teats and started ripping the fluff off her belly, screaming about her bad mommy hiding the milk.  Twenty got away but stopped eating, all she'd do is rock in place and call herself a bad mother until she died.

So every mare we have in unit three is essentially insane?

We believe so sir.  Their reactions have varied, some blame us for taking their babies when they sleep, some blame each other.  Others think their babies are just being mean and refusing to come out of their bellies;  you've see the ones that believe there are babies hiding somewhere in the enclosure, simply waiting to be found.

When was the last time you introduced a foal?

Three months ago sir.

Then lets see what they do now that more than a year went by.  Take one of the foals from enclosure one and leave it in the middle of three, we'll see what they do.

I... Yes sir.

*ten minutes later*

Sir, private Shepard is approaching from the tunnel that runs beneath the center of enclosure three.  He'll open the hatch when given the all clear, drop the foal and

close it before any fluffies are the wiser.

Good.  If all goes well they'll do our jobs for us.

I'm not sure I understand sir.

Just watch.

Shepard here ma'am, I have a two week old male pegasus foal crying like a bugger and ready for drop.

We'll kill the lights for five seconds, you'll spring the hatch and make the drop on my mark.  Are you ready?

Yes ma'am.

... Mark.

"Wahhhh nu wan dawk!"

"Whea babbeh?!?!"

"Babbeh come to mummeh!  Nu be 'fwaid, mummeh heaw!"

*click*

Drop complete ma'am.

Lights up.

"Yay!  Nu moaw dawkies!"

"Babbeh? Whea babbeh?"

"Waaaaaa!  Wan mummeh!  Mummeh hewp babbeh, scawed!"

"Babbeh!?!"

"BABBEH!!!"

Some have spotted him.

"Mummeh?  Pwease fin' babbeh!"

"Mummeh come babbeh!  Mummeh wuv babbeh!"

They usually don't run that fast do they.

"NUUUUUU!  Is mah babbeh!"

Here we go sir, just as expected.

"Nu!  Babbeh is Eweven's babbeh, bad fwuffy nu steaw babbeh!!!"

"BABBEH!!!!!!"

"Owwies, why huwt!  Nu huwt pwease!"

"Gif babbeh ow get WOWSTEST OWWIES!!!"

"Babbeh!  Mah babbeh!   Pwease come to mummeh!"

They're already fighting, Nine lost an ear.

"OWWIES!  Huwties! Nu huwt pwease, babbeh need mummeh!"

"Is MAH babbeh!"

"Owwie!  Mummeh pwease hewp!  Fwuffies huwt babbeh!"

They've got him by the legs and wings, the're all pulling in different directions!

"Bad fwuffie huwt mah babbeh, kiw yu!!!"

"Mah babbeh!"

"Nuuu mummeh!  Owwies!  Bad huwties pwease nu huwties!!!"

"Kiw yu bad fwuffy!!!"

"HUW-wwwgggaaaahhhhh!!!!"

"BABBEH!!!!!!!!"

"Mu- pwe- pwe-"

"Babbeh!  Nu!!!"

"Nu- mu......"

Jesus.

"Babbeh?  Babbeh?"

Seventeen's run off with a wing.

"Babbeh?  Pwease wuv?  Mummeh wuv babbeh, haf miwk."

Do they even realize it's dead yet?

Considering it's guts are spilled all over the field they should be cluing in.

"Babbeh, come haf miwk."

"Yu..... yu kiw mah babbeh.... mah babbeh... babbeh..."

See the one with the wing?  She's laying on her back and trying to feed it.

Yes sir, I see that.

"Pwease wuv, PWEASE WUV!!!"

"YU KIW MAH BABBEH!!!"

"Owwies!  Nu huwt mummeh, babbeh need huggies an' miwk!"

"Kiw yu, hate yu!"

"Why huwt, pwease nu huwt babbeh, mummeh wuv babbeh!"

"OWWIEEEEE!"

Ok, I've seen enough.

Yes sir.  Me too sir.

There's no doubt they've gone totally mad, that footage alone should convince top brass.

What will your recommendation be sir?

I'm not sure yet.  It's the slowest method.  On the other hand, the crazy ones may speed up the process and wind up killing each other.

I see.  That's a distinct possibility sir.

We'll monitor this group for another three months, then the final report is due.  Take a look, think there`ll be any left by then?

I.. um... I can imagine most of the stallions coming through, they're not as badly affected mentally.  Seventeen is still cradling that wing, Six has the foal's upper half on her belly, I'll assume she's trying to feed it.  Twenty Five and Fourteen are fighting bitterly over the lower half but the stallions are staying away from the mess.

A shame, I'll have to add that to my report.  Well, good work.  As you were soldier.

Yes sir.