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// Pet Project: Our Town 
// Story: Memories Of The Flask 
// by WindigogoGadget 
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You would not believe what was suggested to me today.

Farm the ponies.

That little idiot was dead serious about it too. You would not believe his absolute stupidity, to think that I didn't try to farm the mortal flesh bags already? I had tried for a while in secret. 

Of course I did not tell him about it, it wouldn't help me to blabber on and on about my plans to him now, would it?

*CRACK*

I'm sorry about the pressure little drone, I'll ease up on your shoulder now. But still, it was just so unbelievably foolish that I laughed right in that raggedy little face of his. Farming love from ponies, we'd tried already, but it didn't work. Remember when you had to pick up all the broken cocoons and droppings afterward? Terrible mess, I know, I'm sorry for assigning you to the meatbags. I should have dealt with the riot personally.

But apparently, he must have suspected my thoughts on farming them, or at least somehow guessed my disdain for the ponies. Did you know he guessed rightly about how we farmed them? He called it factory farming, and said that it would be inefficient and stressful for the ponies in cramped living conditions and that it could "reduce the efficacy of love." 

No, I didn't tell him we switched from that to permanently holding ponies in cocoons. No, do not tell him that I called that puppet raggedy.

I asked how we were supposed to farm ponies for love then if they weren't meant to be kept in pens underground, and he said invisible pens above ground. I told him it'd be a waste of magic, he told me to stop thinking literally. 

I told him to get on with it of course, what else would I do?

He said that we could use a town as our pen, and the ponies as livestock in that pen. He wanted to make a full-blown civilization out of thin air and claimed he knew just the right plot of land where nobody would suspect a town to appear from. Something off the beaten path as he put it. All he needed was a starter of ponies. Ponies he correctly guessed that we would still have. 

You really should speak to him at one point, such a fascinating youngling. One would think that he's just like the ponies that made him, but he's utterly unique from the fleshy love sacks. There are emotions in there, but clearly, he could be coldly logical when needed. Especially about the few things he is passionate about. Like this stupid idea.

And also utterly absurd. 

I could understand the idea of farming the ponies, if at least slightly, but turning the farming idea into the full-blown creation of a civilization was not one of my priorities, my priorities are to you, my little changelings. No matter how much he tried to convince me that building a civilization would be fun, my position on that hasn't moved at all, it's incredibly stupid. I already have a hive to take care of anyways, why would I want to take care of ponies that can't defend themselves? 

No, I'm not going to give them a guard, they could rebel against us. But no, he also had something for that too. Use changelings as the mayor, as the nobles, dukes, sheriff, guards, any and all high ranking or power holding positions would be controlled by changelings that would answer to me. He called it a democratic dictatorship. I call it ownership with extra paces.

The worst part about it is that he insists on pursuing this little dream of his, and the more he does it the less energy I have to say no. I'd end him and be done with it, but I read the hidden notes that wizard left behind when he made him, it's likely not a good idea. Every day is a new appeal, "I'll take care of the ponies" "I only need a few" "We can mind control them so they don't run" "The new foals will see nothing wrong with how the towns people act" "We can actively feed on the ponies by the third generation" "We can speed it up by artificially causing deaths." "We can take care of it together!"

TOGETHER. Does not make it better. Sorry about that shout. Suppose I was too close to the earhole then? Here, it's best I stop holding you for now. It'll be safer another time.

...Still, it seems like there could be some merit in farming the ponies after all. He would just need a town, of course, and possibly a few changelings to lure in new ponies, changelings in training to become infiltrators. Yes, that would cover up any eccentric personas the new blood could come up with. The guards could also be changelings, deployed to the surface as training as well. Yes. Yes, I think that this could be a very good method of training changelings in pony interactions and hive defense without risking the hive. As for getting real ponies? That mind control idea sounded tempting.

Corpse disposal would need to be formal though, apparently, the ponies don't take kindly to mass graves. Neither do I, but I don't see why they should have that luxury. They are just livestock after all. 

Ugh. Could you imagine all of that? I could go on and on about the planning he did for all of this, but the best part? He didn't come up with a name. Couldn't. Oh yes, let me just talk about kidnapping and nurturing to raise a pony town to trust changelings, it isn't like I need a name for when it inevitably gets put on a map! I don't care. Call it Our Town or Ponyville. Ponyville might seem more fitting since we're just farming them for love.

...You're still there? Impressive. I thought you might have run off by now.

In any case, why don't you tell me your thoughts on his funny little idea? I'm sure I'll be happy to hear them.