As research on fluffy ponies has progressed, public understanding of the creatures has improved by leaps and bounds, making the bio-toy more polarizing than ever before. Fluffy advocates have been more active than ever, leading to fluffy rights movements gaining substantial steam, with many states increasing the protections afforded to fluffies under the law.
Abusers of every sort formed communities to organize efforts against fluffies and their advocates, sharing their exploits and plans of attack with others in the hopes of overturning these new protections and fighting back against the multicolored plague.
This is one such story.
Darnell checked his phone when he got the alert. He was manager of this Olive Garden, and also a first responder. Being manager, he had more flexibility and could go when he got called.
âTrisha! Thereâs been a nasty car wreck and I need to go! Can you hold down the fort?â
Trisha was almost ready to run the store after Darnellâs retirement. Between his pay as a manager, he was also a career army servicemen in his younger days, so at 55, he could retire, and boy could he not wait.
Fluffies. Rare in Ohioâs cities after Cleveland, ferals that did show up always found their way to his dumpsters, begging for âskettiesâ.
Darnel was tired of it.
âYou got it!â Trisha replied with a thumbs up. âGo save some lives!â
With that, Darnell was out the door. He went out the back as to not have to navigate the dining area.
He was about to close the door, when he saw several fluffies staring intently at the dumpsters, clearly deep in thought.
âGod damnit, I donât have time for this. Trish, code fluffy! Small herd!â
âOn it!â
âHey, hoomin! Hewp git sketties fwom- hey, whewe goinâ? Fwuffy makin tawkies tu yu!â
Darnell had no time for the begging, the demands, and the crying, and even less time for the feces. He needed to put his experience as a medic to good use.
Trish sighed. Fluffies werenât very common anymore, so she had almost forgot what it was like to deal with them. She walked over to a cheap wooden door in the wall of the kitchen. The one that separated it from the dining area.
Part of the dining area had been walled off with the only door to it in the kitchen. It was a fluffy response station now. A must have for any restaurant serving even a single pasta dish.
The response station had a small shower area, a few lockers with backup uniforms for employees, waders, face shields, face masks, trash bags, large rubber gloves, and various tools like shovels and pitchforks for easily moving fluffy corpses to the dumpster after dealing with them.
Trish put on the boots, a face shield, and gloves, then grabbed a pitchfork and trash bag. âProbably just a fluffy coupleâ she thought. âMaybe with foals.â
Whistling to herself she walked out the door leading to the dumpster, stepping out and being showered in the light from the bulb above the door.
âAlright, fluffies!â Trish dramatically declared. âYou can leave on your own, or I can- Jesus Christ!â
There had to be 3 dozen fluffies. Bigger than the average herd. They were growling at each other, threatening each other quietly, as if deliberately trying to avoid human detection. Many were staring intently at the dumpster, the wheels of what for a fluffy is considered thought clearly at work.
Some fluffies asked politely for the dumpster to give up its âtwashy skettiesâ, others threatened it and hit it with their hooves, and a fluffy or two had even given it sorry poopies.
âHewwo nice wady!â A mangy and twitchy fluffy approached, trying to smile and seem polite.
âHewp hewd get twashy sketties pwease?â
âUhhhhh you have to go, I canât-â
âPwease nice wady! Hewd nu hab sketties in SUUUUUUUUUUUU many fowebas! Fwuffies feew bewy sicky! Neeâ sketties!â
âDummeh meanie wady! Hewp babbeh get sketties NAO!â
A little colt walked up, eyes so bloodshot they looked completely red, and patches missing from what was once pretty teal fluff.
âBabbeh, nu! Newâ ask hooman nicewy, ow dey nu hewp!â
âNu cawe! Wan sketties! Nao, NAO, NAAAAAAOAOOO!â
At that moment, many of the fluffies, once intensely lost in thought, turned their attention to the woman.
âNice wady hewp fwuffies?â
âHewp fwuffy NAO!â
âHuuuuuhuuuuuhuuuuu su hungwy, neeâ skettiesâŚ.â
Trosh began to back away to the door and the fluffiest swarmed her. She darted for it and went to slam it shut, but rather than the sound of a door closing, she heard a crack, snap, and ear piercing scream.
âSKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWE WOWSTES HUWTIES EBAH! PWEASE WEGGIES, WISTEN TO FWUFFY! NEEâ WUN WAY!â
A fluffy had tried to get in while she was closing the door, getting its spine snapped by the swinging door, but preventing the door from closing in the process.
âOh shitâ was all Trish could say as fluffies began running(waddling as fast as they could) into the kitchen area, attracted by the smell of food cooking, trampling their paralyzed friend in the process.
âGod damnit! Kitchen staff! We got a whole herd here! Come and help, damnit!â
The cooks on shift ran over to see Trish desperately trying to close the door, but fluffies being crushed prevented the door from closing.
âMeany wady! Nu gib fwuffies huwties! Take sowwy poopies!â
The herd didnât stop running towards the burners, stoves, and ovens. They just lifted their tails and sprayed shit while they ran, leaving the unfortunate chefs and a waitress or two with soiled pants and shoes, and leaving streaks on the floor, tracked by the fluffies still pouring in.
The kitchen was in shambles, fecal matter everywhere, and a horrible din caused by fluffies being trampled, crushed by garbage cans tipping over, or being kicked by the staff.
Teddy, one of the cooks, kicked a fluffy that shat on his shoe so hard, it went airborne and landed on the stove top, hitting the flames and screeching horribly as its fluff ignited.
âSKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WEWP FWUFFY! WOWSTES BUWNIE HUWTIES! NU WAN, NU WAN!â
Thrashing around, pots boiling noodles and heating sauces were tipped by the poor creatureâs panic.
âHEWP! HEW- SKETTIES?!â
Seeing the noodles pour onto the floor, the flaming fluffy seemed to forget its fiery troubles and threw itself off of the stove top to dive into the mess.
Cracking of bones and popping of dislocated joins did nothing to slow down the burning fluffy from devouring the noodles.
The fluffies already eating the noodles began to burn from the heat of the food while face first in boiling hot ecstasy, not seeming to care about the heat- then they paused.
âWat da enf am dis poopies?! Ouchies!â
The fluffiest began to get angry as they turned their noses up at the mummies before them.
âDese am dummeh sketties! Get da gud feews sketties!â One irritated stallion demanded. âWhy hab huwties?â
âIâŚ. I donât know-â
âWan gud sketties! Get sketties nao! Fwuffy su hot!â
âHumph. Dummeh hoomin. Hewd finâ sketties fow demsewves!â The fluffy began sniffing the air with intense focus. â why smeww wike smokies? Huuuuu fwuffy suu hot! Ouchies. Ouchies! Somfin gib huwties!â
âHewp! Babbeh hab buwnie huwties!â The fluffies looked around for the source of the cries, broken from their anger, and began to realize their fluff was catching. The fluffy from the stove had succumbed to the flames, but slowly the careless fluffies began to ignite from contact as well.
Aubrey Reed was a waitress. She waited tables at her local Olive Garden to pay the living expenses while she was a student at Stark Community college. A pretty young thing, she charmed her customers with her friendly and cheery disposition.
She was going to school to get her gen ed credits before applying to a university to become a fluffy researcher. A middle aged man greying prematurely named Dr. Samuel Armand had been speaking to the American government about fluffies and how to manage their numbers. He inspired her to study the biotoys to find a way to control their population without extermination.
Aubreyâs family lived in Cleveland. They were fortunately not present when the disaster at Spaghetti Land happened, but like many people, insurance companies left them screwed after The Fall by claiming that Spaghetti Land and their marketing were responsible for the destruction, and the power plant going up in flames was a result of the fluffies lured there. Of course, there was no way that one company could cover damn near every resident of Clevelandâs losses, so many were left high and dry.
Aubrey didnât hate fluffies. Not like most of Ohio. She had been fortunate to not lose family, but she had lost many friends. Not by fluffies as many in the state believed, but by a number of large oversights in park design and, as she suspected, some degree of sabotage.
Still, she understood the issues fluffies caused, and wanted to solve the problems in the most bloodless way possible.
Aubrey was taking some dirty plates to the back when she heard a commotion in the back. Crashes, cursing, and high pitch screaming. The guests closest to the door could definitely hear it, too.
She opened the door and saw pure chaos. Several fluffies on fire, many dead, Teddy kicking away at fluffies demanding âgud skettiesâ, Trish with a hose from the fluffy response station, spraying the flaming critters, and food all over the floor.
Aubrey began to back away, back to the door. Trish looked up at her with an expression that both pleaded for help, and commanded her to secure the door.
It was too late though.
The smell of humans and nummies drew the attention of the fluffy closest to the door, and it made a mad dash towards the poor waitress.
âMowe hoomans! Neeâ wook fow sketties!â
The other fluffies, one after another, turned their attention to the door. Too bad for the diners, these doors donât latch, allowing wait staff with their hands full to enter and exit freely.
âSketties! Sketties! Mummuh fwuffinâ SKETTIES!â
The herd rushed towards the door. Many crowding Aubrey, with many others pouring into the dining area.
Jimmy was awaiting his girlfriendâs arrival at the Olive Garden. He planned to propose, and had spend $4000 on a beautiful ring for her.
âHi! Iâm Aubrey, and Iâll be your waitress tonight! Can I start you out with some breadsticks and something to drink?â
âUh, a bottle of Red Blend Porta Vita, please, and-â Jimmy was already nervous. âand could you-â Jim explained his plan.
âOh, proposing? Sure, I think we can do that!â
Jimmy saw his love, Alyssa, walk in to the restaurant. His heart raced as soon as he saw her arrive.
This was it. It was game time. Damn his overactive anxiety. Why did it cause him so much stress?
They made small talk as they ate the endless breadsticks and went through the whole bottle of wine(3/4ths went to Jimmy for nerves) waiting for their order. Jimmy waiting for the right moment; when the food was delivered to the table.
He had planned something he thought would be surprise, something that would be unique.
âAlright, here you go! Your orders are-â Aubrey was distracted by crashing and yelling from the kitchen. âUm, Iâm very sorry, Iâll be right back.â
The young waitress hustled to the door leading to the kitchen. Jimmy had been too wrapped up in his proposal plans to notice, but when Alyssa, gave a confused look to the door, absent mindedly pouring Parmesan cheese on her pasta, he noticed it as well.
âWhat in the world is going on back there?â Alyssa wondered aloud.
âUh, no idea. Maybe someone got hurt, heheâŚâ it was a nervous laugh. Not that he thought someone getting hurt was funny.
âCmon, thatâs not funny at all.â Alyssa scowled at him.
It when then, as she turned to her dish, he realized the ring was gone. He couldnât see it. Could it have-
âSKETTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!â
Dozens of fluffies flooded into the dining area.
âNummies!â
âSketties!â
âGib nao!â
The babbling was near incomprehensible.
âHey, stop that!â Jimmy yelled at the fluffies as they jumped up and tried to bite the table cloth or find a way up.
âNu-huff-weabe-huff-soon-mummuh!-huffâ
A pregnant mare, barely able to waddle made her way up the group of fluffies harassing the table.
âGrrrrr! Fuffie fuff fuffeh faffwe fuffa!â
One successful stallion had latched his teeth onto the cloth, pulling it down enough for another mare to grab on as well, and soon the cloth was pulled, covering the floor in noodles.
âSketties fow soon mummuh!â The mare squealed, burying her face in the spoils.
âSuuuuuu gud- ouchies! Why huwt soon mummuh?â The mare opened her mouth, and a glimmer caught the light above.
His ring was in the mares mouth. His plan to have it crown the dish of his lovely girlfriend failed, sunk into the noodles enough to be covered in Parmesan, and now in the mouth of a fluffy.
âGive that to the, you-!â He grabbed the mare, too bloated with foals to flee.
As Jimmy reached for the mouth of the terrified mare, she gulped in fear. His hand around her throat, he could feel the contents of her mouth slide down to her stomach.
âJim, please, sheâs just a pregnant fluffy! Iâll get the waitress, Iâm sure theyâll-â
âYou donât understand. Sheâs-sheâs got something of mine!â
âIâm sure the manager will replace the dish, just hold her gently and the we can call fluffy control!â
Jimmy was erratic. So many 12 hour shifts. So many 7 day weeks. He busted his ass for that ring, and heâd be damned if he let it pass through the bowels of a filthy feral.
As his hand forced its way down the mareâs throat, Jimmy felt around. The mare was flailing around her leggies, eyes darting around for the other fluffies, already gone after declaring the coupleâs meal to be âsummer nu gud feew skettiesâ.
âFor the love of god Jimmy, let her go!â
âYou don-donât understand!â He was more than tipsy âShe has my-your ring-â
Before he could finish, the soon mummuhâs eyes rolled back into her head, the pressure damaging her organs leading to death, but not before she went into stress induced labor, the contractions causing her belly to rip open, and spill blood, stomach contents, amniotic fluid, and partially developed foals all over Jimmy.
âOh my fucking gohumphhâ Alyssa ran to the bathroom, trying to hold her stomach contents in as she ran to the bathroom to vomit.
As he fished the ring out of the gore, several fluffies hassling other guests noticed the gore.
âTummeh sketties!â They all yelled, descending upon the dead mare like a plague of locusts.
âUgh dese nu gud sketties edah!â The 3 fluffiest feeding on the mare declared.
Jimmy looked down at the now dead mare with an empty body cavity. So ravenous, 3 fluffiest had eaten her entrails in less than 10 seconds.
He slipped the ring in his pocket and just sat back in his seat, pouring another glass of wine.
âGood evening, Iâm Wayne Dawsonâ
A well dressed man with fairly large glasses stated, smiling at the camera.
âAnd Iâm Kristi Capel. This is summit county news at 10â
Wayne shuffled some papers.
âA multi car pileup on state route 91 has left 4 people dead and 7 more injured, with 2 being in critical condition.â
The camera shifted to Kristi.
âEmergency responders are claiming that a mega herd numbering in the hundred can onto the road, defecating from an overpass, and caused the accident. Jessica Dill is currently at the scene.â
The camera shifted to a blonde woman standing by police tape.
âThanks Kristi. As you can see there is a lot of property damage and dead fluffies as well as the injuries to humans. Witnesses say fluffies crossing the road caused the incident, and are calling on Ohioâs Fluffy Response Department to provide answers.â
A witness was now on camera.
âI donât know how this could have happened, ferals are super rare in cities, but this many were living outside of town? We lend more tax money on fluffy control than any other state, and things like this still happed? Where did these fluffies come from? Why were they migrating like this?â
A middle aged man flipped off the TV. He didnât want to see more.
âSon of a bitchâŚâ he muttered.
âBad wowdsies!â
âShut up, shitrat!â He yelled kicking the cage a mangey blue fluffy was in.
âI just wanted to turn people against fluffies, not kill people!â
The man threw a bag of fine white powder across the room, the fluffyâs eyes following it the whole way.
âC-can fwuffy hab mowe funny powdew?â
âNo fucking way, we have to test the effects of withdrawal! But I suppose that doesnât matter now. I gotta make a callâŚ.â
End of part 2