Begin tape. My name is Dr. Alfred Liefson, head researcher of Environmental Sciences and Conservation here at Cleveland University. Due to a generous grant from the government, we have begun research into the habits of the Fluffy pony, a creature genetically engineered by the Hasbio corporation, a division of Hasbro Incorporated. Due to an unprecedented incident in which a large number of breeding pairs escaped into the wild, the Government of the United States of America have begun research into the possible environmental impacts of these ponies.
The purpose of our research team is to research the habits of the fluffy pony, as well as their relationships, interactions, and reactions to environmental stresses. To this end we have constructed, (The doctor sighs,) Equestria, (Really? Look I get that we had a vote but canât we just- fine.) A 500,000 square foot warehouse has been repurposed into a rural habitat that has been separated into four quadrants, and a sprinkler system has been installed to mimic rain levels up to the severity of a hurricane. Artificial wind up to fifty kilometers per hour is provided by a complex HVAC system, that also enables sub zero temperatures, and temperatures of fifty degrees Celcius.
The roof of the warehouse has been replaced with glass windows, allowing natural light into the habitat. The perimeter of the habitat is surrounded by an artificial river preventing any escape. However, the most important part of the habitat is its high degree of modification. Walls can easily be removed and new sections can be added within a week. Currently, the habitat consists of four key areas.
Quadrant one, Sherwood, is a forested section filled with light underbrush. There are multiple sources of food, including berries, soft grasses, edible mushrooms, and mosses. This will be the initial release site, and due to the availability of soft grasses and nesting sites, most likely the herdâs nest. Trees consist of young oak, pine, and chestnut trees. Full list of transplanted species can be found in the written report.
Quadrant two, Erie, is a large artificial pond, filled with cattails and other edible grasses. Currently devoid of any fauna species, plans are in place for additions. None will be added until the herd has settled in.
Quadrant three, Great Plains, is a large, open field filled with Imperata Cylindrica, commonly known as cogon grass. This is the quadrant from which we will expand from. There are no plans for changing this quadrant, to allow easy access to the introduced segments.
Quadrant four, Eden, consists of a large plot of various crops from around the United States in vary stages of growth. This includes corn, wheat, soybeans, rice, cotton, sugar beets and sugar canes. Their reaction to, as well as their damage to, is one of the key focus points of this project.
We will be introducing six male fluffies and six female fluffies, from varying uprbringings. They consist of the following.
UM-01, Blueberry, a purple stallion (Yes he is purple Joe, you are wrong, and I wonât debate you on this.) A feral born unicorn. Displays no irregularities, cleared for parasites. Former habitat, suburban.
EM-01, Sunny, a shelter born and raised yellow earth pony. No irregular tendencies displayed.
PM-01, Paulie, grey pegasus raised under controlled abusive conditions. Has developed severe anxiety. No other irregularities displayed.
EM-02, Yogi, a feral born blue earth pony. No irregularities displayed. Former habitat, forest.
UM-02, Brownie, a brown unicorn raised under controlled âhugboxâ conditions. No irregularities displayed.
EM-03, Howard, a stray pony from near the test area. Owner has given consent to the project after being contacted.
Females are all of breeding age, none are pregnant as of the current moment. They consist of the following.
UF-01, Darla, a feral born yellow unicorn. No irregularities displayed. Former habitat, urban.
PF-01, Carol, a shelter raised red pegasus. No irregularities displayed.
PF-02, Dashie, a light blue pegasus. Raised under controlled abusive conditions. Displays slight OCD tendencies. Has pronounced stutter. No other irregularities displayed.
EF-01, Isabelle, feral born off-white earth pony. No irregularities displayed. Former habitat forest.
EF-02, Lemonie, a pale yellow earth pony raised under controlled âhugboxâ conditions. No irregularities displayed.
EF-03, Jello, a lime green earth pony stray. Was found alongside EM-03. Attempts to contact owner have failed.
Ponies have been sedated and placed into Quadrant one, expected to wake up in about thirty to forty minutes. Once the proceedings of Day One have completed, the report shall continue. Dr. Alfred Liefson, signing off. End of Tape.
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Darla woke up groggily. She had no clue what was happening, her last memory having been falling asleep behind the human nummie place. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. âWhewe am fwuffy?â Looking around, she was surprised to see she was no longer huddled in a cardboard box for warmth. Even more surprising, she was now surrounded by trees!
Stumbling to her feet, she began to explore her new environment. No metal monsters, no mean humans, no hard black stone road that hurt her hoofsies just by walking, a truly wondrous place. She felt her tummy grumble, walking over to the pile of grassie nummies and taking a bite. She began to tear up as she chewed slowly, savoring the delicious grass. She couldnât even remember the last time she had managed to eat something this delicious.
Brownie, however, was having an entirely different experience. He had woken up on some rough twigs and sharp grasses, far rougher than his usual awakening on his soft beddie place. Staggering to his hooves, he looked around scared. This was not his safe room. âDaddeh?â He called out shakily. There was no response. âMummah?â again silence.
He began to walk through the tall dark trees, glancing around in fear at every sway of their branches. âMummah? Daddeh?â he began to move faster and faster, eventually breaking into a sprint, (at least for a fluffy, for a human it would be a brisk jogging pace) calling out for his mummah and daddeh every few seconds. Eventually he collapsed exhausted right at the point he started. Maybe this was just a bad sleepy picture, he told himself as he curled up on the rough forest terrain. Perhaps if he just went back to sleep, he would wake up nice and safe in his home.
Yogi watched from a distance as the brown fluffy ran around in a panic, screaming for his mummah and daddeh. As much as every fiber of his body wanted to run over and comfort the other fluffy, he had learned that this was a bad idea on the street. Some mean humans used fluffies to gain the trust of innocent fluffies, then give them the worstest hurties. Its how his daddeh had died when he was a foal.
Instead he just slowly sat back and watched, despite the heart hurties that the fluffies desperate screams gave him. Eventually, the other fluffy simply curled up and went to sleepies. Yogi felt his tummy place growl and trotted over to a bush full of gleaming, red berries. Slowly, he ate a tiny bite of one. After a few moments, feeling no ill effects, he began to eat them quickly, the juice slowly dripping down his face.
Dashie woke with a start from her nightmare. Looking around, she was surprised to see that she was no longer in the cold basement she was used to. âMi⌠Mis⌠Mistah E-e-e-ewic?â She called out shakily. No response. She dashed forwards, running as fast as she could. She had to get as far away as possible, in case he came back. She ran and ran and ran, finally coming to a quick stop as she nearly careened into the river.
Slowly, the pegasus craned her head down and took a drink of the water, tears filling her eyes as she began to gulp it down, her hoof tapping as she did so. It was the most delicious drink she had ever tasted, the only thing even coming close to it being the milkies she had been given as a foal. Slowly, she savored both the taste of the clean water and freedom.
Carol slowly stretched out her hooves, surprised to find that she was able to full extend her limbs. Opening her eyes, she found herself, for the first time in her life, outside. She slowly began to walk around. âMistah?â The shelter worker didnât appear. Odd.
She slowly began to walk around, looking at her new surroundings in wonder. She had heard about all these things from the daily storytime! These big brown things must be trees, those green pointy things sure looked like grass was supposed to, and, she looked up, wincing at the brightness, that thing must be⌠the sun! She slowly made her way around her habitat, looking at her new home with wonder.
Isabelle was confused. Where was her herd? Where was she? This certainly didnât look like where she had gone to sleep. And her herd was gone! Why didnât they wake her up? She looked around for the telltale signs of a herd passing. To her surprise, she found nothing. No broken twigs, no stray bits of fluff, no trail of poopies or hoof marks.
She looked up, surprised to see the sun high in the sky. Why had she slept for so long? Had she accidentally eaten some sleepy grass? Sitting on her haunches, she began to take deep inhales of the air, sniffing for any sign of a herd. She smelled the usual smells of the forest, pine needles, dirt, and leaves, and finally caught the scent of a fluffy. She didnât recognize the scent, but any fluffy friend was better than no fluffy friend. She trotted off in its direction.
Sunny looked around. This was certainly not the shelter. Standing, he walked around slowly. He had no idea what was going on. âHew⌠Hewwo?â he spoke nervously. No response from the tall trees surrounding him. Realization hit him.
Someone had adopted him! He gasped happily, doing a short dance which hurt his leggies. Someone had adopted him and were playing hidey go seek! He hadnât played since he was a foal! âOtay! Sunny come finâ âou!â he called out into the forest, before beginning to walk around, checking under the bushes and behind every tree.
Paulie felt himself beginning to wake. He didnât want to. He wanted to go forever sleepies. When he was awake, all that awaited him was hurties and meanie owd daddeh. When he was sleepies he had whatever he wanted. He had a special friend, he had chirpy babbehs, he even got to eat sketties (not that he even knew what they were, except good nummies)! But every time he woke, his daddeh took them away from him, replacing them with hurties. Finally, and reluctantly, he raised his head. To his surprise, he was no longer in the sorry closet. Curious, he walked up to the large tree, giving it an inquisitive poke. It felt real. What was going on?
Then it finally occurred to Paulie. He must be dreaming! Of course, now he was so good at sleepies everything was becoming real! Standing up, he stretched. âPauwie weawwy wanââŚ. Sketties!â Oddly, the usual plate of nondescript food didnât appear in front of him. Oh well. Time to find out the limits of this dream.
Lemonie woke up sore. âMummah! Wemonie neeâ huggies!â She waited for the usual coddling, instead being met by silence. âMUMMAH! WEMONIE NEEâ HUGGIES!â she shouted louder. Still receiving no huggies, she stood up grumpily, surprised by the rough terrain beneath her. Had mummah moved her beddie place again? She knew Lemonie hated that!
Looking around she was surprised to find that instead of her mummahs comfy warm bedroom, instead finding herself in a forest. She knew what forests were, her mummah had taken her on hikes through them before. Why she was in one now was beyond her, especially after she told her mummah how much she hated going on walks. Standing up irritated, she began to survey her surroundings.
Blueberry looked up from eating as he heard the shout echoing through the forest. He quickly disregarded it to go back to eating whatever these delicious grassie nummies were. Back where he had been before there was a ton of grassie nummies, but they tasted bad and worse, meanie humans would give forever sleepies if they caught you! Here, he couldnât even SMELL a human, much less see one.
He munched down on the soft grass, gorging himself before seeing a strange shape stuck to the bottom of a tree friend. He did a small happy dance, these were his favorite nummies! He didnât know what they were called but he occasionally found them in the trashies. Trotting up, he began to eat them slowly, savoring their flavor.
Howard woke up, curled in a ball with his special friend. He smiled, nuzzling closer to her as she slept a bit longer, before waking. âMawningâ speciaw fwiend!â Jello cooed happily, nuzzling her head under his chin. He giggled, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. After a few seconds, they stretched a bit and looked around. They didnât remember falling asleep here, but they didnât particularly mind either.
âSpecial fwiend, wook!â Jello cried. She led him to a small crevice under a large tree. Howard gasped. âNestie pwace!â Howard began to excavate the crevice further as Jello began to gather soft grasses. Slowly, the two made a den under the tree, making sure to add extra space for when it was time to expand the family.
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Begin Tape. Dr. Alfred Liefson, head of Environmental Sciences and Conservation. Day one of the Equestria project has begun without issue. The fluffies, with exception of EM-03 and EF-03 have begun to move. EM-03 and EF-03, now designated as H-01 have instead decided to settle down in nest site 14. We project that the second herd will develop sometime with in the next two days.
As predicted, EF-02 and UM-02 have reacted negatively to their new environment, while their counterparts PF-02 and PM-01 have reacted positively. (YES DIANE I KNOW THEY HAVE NAMES, BUT THIS IS AN OFFICIAL STATUS REPORT.)
UM-01, EM-02, UF-01 and EF-01 have quickly adapted to their new enviornment. EM-01 and PF-01 appear more curious than anything.
Projects Foxden and Muffinman are in development, as well as project Forbidden Fruit. We have begun construction of a new module to be attached within a month, designated Quadrant 5, Concrete Jungle.
Currently projects planned include Operation Autumn, Operation Deepwater, and Operation Cat Five. Operations will start once a second herd has formed.
Dr. Alfred Liefson, signing off. End Tape.
