> Research About Fluffy Ponies
>  by Axel Azabash
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> 1-Research about Fluffies behavior.
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10/April: Feral herd found in the backyard:

Some time ago, scientist developed a new way of synthetic DNA writing, so, humanity would be able to create new DNA models. It was the biggest advance in biotechnology since years, and what did humans do with that glorious knowledge? Create a new generation of pets, little equinoid, based on the popular child show My Little Pony, but fluffy, ridiculously small, completely harmless to a human and completely helpless against almost any environment. They had a high mortality rate in the wild. Perfect, simply perfect for being a pet. 

And that freaking genetic engineering managed to write some basic words for them to actually talk. Yes, they talk, like a two years old child, but they talk, and that's impressive for a creature. Not like a parrot, which simply repeats words, they can understand simple phrases and answer to them with something coherent, and ask for food and stuff like that. Parrots which can talk in a simple, but coherent conversation are considered genius birds! So, I don't find that balls of fluff so stupid... for a stupid ball of fluff.

Hasbro had an enormous profit selling that creatures, at least for a few months, after that, they started to reproduce like rabbits, and in one year, there was too many of them, so, some people started to abandon them and sadly, they don't usually survive too much time. Road kills, big dogs attacking them... It started to become normal to found one of them death here and there, and it's quite sad.

After some time, the wild fluffies started to make little herds in order to survive longer, working in team and sharing information about dangerous things and places to get food and things like that. They are freaking talking balls of fluff; coordination is quite easy for them. And now, here is where the story starts.

Today, in the backyard of my house, I was taking care of the plants and cleaning up a little, because it was starting to look like a jungle, and suddenly, I noticed something on my left leg. A little blue ball of fluff was stomping it's tiny marshmallow hooves to my trousers and screaming "Go awaw fwom ow tewitowy, stoopid hooman!"

I kicked it... gently enough to not hurt it, of course. Yeah, I was quite annoyed about something trying to take me out of my own backyard and calling me 'stoopid', but it was quite brave for a 30cm tall thing to face a 180 cm human all by itself.

Yes, it didn't say 'my', it was 'ow' so... I looked through my backyard more carefully and found them. There was a little herd of those fluffy ponies, all of them trying to hide in the tall grass, all of them but the blue one, which was chasing me and trying to fight me. Adorable, isn't it?

Then, I had the idea. Selling fluffies is not a good business, because those who owned fluffies, now they usually got more of them, because they reproduce quite fast, and they give them to friends and familiars, so, the money value of a fluffy pony is less than the costs of growing them, but... they have interesting points.

If I research the behavior and the psychology of those little balls of fluff, maybe I could find something that I can patent and sell to those who own them, so, I started to write this, and I have a complete family of fluffy ponies living all by themselves in my backyard, perfect for a nature documentary!

That was all for today, Dr Mike Hastell, going to bed.

11/April: Installing devices, equipment and other silly stuff:

Ok, it was in the afternoon, after working at my actual biomechanical research project at the investigation department from the university. I came out to the backyard, no signs of life from the herd. It's ok, I don't want a crazy ball of fluff kicking my legs and pretending it's protecting it's family in an heroic way, who knows, maybe I could give it an involuntary kick or maybe trip over it, and that probably would hurt it more than myself, and I want all of them alive in order to make my experiments.

Perfect, two cameras with movement sensors and some sound record devices installed in the backyard. Now, I only have to wait.

I decided to take a look at the recordings, and found something. Nothing special, just the herd going into my backyard trough a little hole on the wall, one by one, four of them, including the blue one... I think I'm going to call it Kicky.

Kicky was leading the way, they came trough de hole and, in a few seconds, they were hidden under the tall grass.

That's all. Dr Mike Hastell, going to make some dinner, and after that, going to bed.

14/April: Missing fluffies:

This few days, I have only seen the blue one trough the cameras, patrolling it's territory. No signals of the other fluffies. But today, Kicky wasn't there. Nothing interesting happened.

Dr Mike Hastell, going to bed.

16/April: Some sad conclusions:

No signals of Kicky, I started to worry about, so, I came out to investigate. No signals of the herd. I heard some noise from the tall grass, so, I took a look and found them finally. But Kicky wasn't there.

There were only four. I recognize three of them, and there was another, a green female, which was pregnant and almost it couldn't move. When a female fluffy is pregnant, it becomes a ball and it's legs can't reach the ground, so, it can't walk and needs help for almost everything.

All of them squeaked in terror, there was no escape; they were trapped against the wall. They can talk, so, I tough it was a good idea to ask them about the missing fluffy.

"Where is the blue fluffy which was with you?" I asked.
"Bwue fwuffy? Heawen Staw? A monstah huwt him and twook fowewew sleepies." Replied the pregnant green fluffy, trembling with fear.
"Pwease, duwn huwt, duwn huwt mommy." Pleaded a yellow one, hugging the pregnant female.
"Ok, ok, I won't hurt any of you, only wanted to know what happened to the missing fluffy, and I wanted to see how is everything here... Ok, I will let all of you alone, so... you can do... fluffy... things with no one around... Bye." I answered to them, and slowly went out of there.

I adjusted the camera in order to watch the place were all those fluffies were hiding and then, came back to home and close the door.

Ok, for this journal, some conclusions. The herd in my backyard is actually a family, composed of one pregnant female, three brothers and the missing blue one, Kicky, or Heaven Star... what a silly name in my opinion, which is probably dead.

A sad observation. Those things can't defend by themselves, and can't run very fast. On the other hand, their reproduction rate is awesome. They are defenseless in almost any danger, so, the best way for them in order to survive is to hide.

Kicky was the only one of them brave enough to attack something for defend his family, and that killed him. Maybe a big dog attacked them, or maybe a fox, or maybe someone got sick of a ball of fluff calling him 'stoopid hooman' and kicked him so badly...

Ok, this is quite sad. There is a family of that things out there crying for their daddy. I would give them some food and protect them from the cold of the night, but I can't save all the fluffies in the world, and I want to know where they got food and how they survive by themselves. It's Spring, it's quite warm and there is grass and food everywhere. They will be fine, isn't it?

That's all for today, Dr Mike Hastell, going to bed.

17/April: A new path to follow:

In the biology research department was Dr Jacob, one of the scientists who were working with me in the biomechanical project; he was also working for Fluff Corp, those who developed that entire fluffy thing, using the synthetic DNA writing technology.

Jacob has white hair and a white long beard, just like some kind of crazy druid, always wearing that freaking white lab outfit, he is quite old, and he is thin and tall. Yeah, the image of some weird crazy scientist, that's it.

I talked with him about my little research that I were doing in my free time  and he invited me to visit one of their laboratories, were they keep one of the first attempts of making a fluffy. They keep it in order to make experiments and study what went wrong with that model and this, specifically, were mentally unstable. Maybe it would be a nice subject for my research about fluffy behavior. It's were they started to artificially build the fluffy minds; I want to know how they looked like before all those modifications.

Yeah, an interesting day, Dr Mike Hastell, going to bed.
	
> 2- Research about the origin of the fluffies
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	I wake up. Today is my free day, and I'm going to spend it visiting the Fluffy Corp and those labs, and most important, I'm going to see one of the first specimens of Fluffy, which is mentally unstable, and maybe I will discover something about how those scientist managed to write on that thing's mind.

I drive to the labs, were I ask for Dr. Jacob, we meet at the reception and he takes me to visit the installations. It's quite fun to see all those things. He show me everything that he can, from some of the labs were they did the first steps to make a Fluffy to the training and test rooms, were they did all those experiments and tested all the performances of the fluffies. 

Training and test rooms don't look like that; it looks more like a bunch of play rooms, with a lot of toys, balls, games and stuff. They tested how they will do as a pet, so, there are a lot of pet things.

After some happy rooms and some awesome equipment, he takes me to a simple room, there is only a table with a computer and a chair, and there is a locked door in the end of it. That door looks more like a jail door.

"Ok, Mike, here we are. It's not the best part of the lab, but you were so interested in it that I decided to allow you to see it." Jacob says.
"Well, actually it's what I came to see, I knew more or less how the rest of the lab was." I answer.
"Well, you are lucky, we are going to give it 'forever sleepies' next week, we can't use it anymore" Jacob tells me, getting closer like it was some kind of secret.
"Use it?" I ask, quite shocked.
"It was one of the first models, so, we learned a lot from our mistakes in order to make a finished product. Now that we have the product and a complete report about all the fails we did with this specimen, keeping it alive is senseless." Jacob answers, shrugging.
"Well, but is quite sad... Maybe it could live somewhere..." I say.
"Mike, this thing is a product of bio engineering, it's a biologic machine, a defective unfinished product, it's not even an animal, remember, and it's completely crazy, seriously, it's dangerous." He replies.
"Hey, If you are going to kill it, you wouldn't mind to give it to me, would you?" I ask Jacob.
"You don't want to have something like this in your house, believe me... Since I knew you were going to come to see it, I chained it safely." Jacob replied, with a serious expression on his face.
"Wow, it's so dangerous?" I ask, quite surprised.
"Yeah, quite dangerous, those hooves are quite hard, and this model is twice as big as a normal fluffy pony, maybe three times, and it's stronger. Maybe it wouldn't kill you, but it can hurt you. Don't get very close and there wouldn't be any problem." He answers.

After that, he opens the closed door slowly and looks into the next room, then looks back at me and says "Ok, I think you can get in."

I entry the room and find it. In the end, there is a purple coated fluffy pony, with dark blue mane and tail, with a horn, about three times bigger than a normal fluffy. Oh, shit... a Twilight wannabe...

Her hooves and neck are chained, and she is resting on her belly. She doesn't look very well, her coat is dirty, her mane is crazy, and has some scars and some bits of burned coat. She is awake, frowning at the wall in front of her and flicking her ears to each sound in the room.

Well, even being three times bigger than a normal fluffy, it's not so big, she would be about one meter tall and about forty or fifty kg of weight. It's not so scary.

I get closer slowly in order to not scare her or something, she continues frowning at the wall, flicking her ears to each step I take. I look back at Jacob, and he simply shrugs at me. I get close to take a look about her. She looks a lot more accurately to a pony from the show, but still, her coat is slightly fluffier.

The smell is quite awful, the room is grossly untidy. The sandbox is flipped and there is sand everywhere, broken toys and other... gross things. They should take a little more care about it. I know, it's a broken unfinished product, but... well, it looks and smells awful.



The door opens slowly. One of those humans peek his head and looks at me. Now, I'm awake and scared, my body is paralyzed in fear, I don't dare to look at what they are going to do with me this time. There is another human, it's new for me; I have never seen him before. New humans take fewer precautions about me; he isn't even holding that hurting machine they usually do.

He is slowly getting closer. I can hear his steps, he comes near to me; he crosses the line of toys that I put to know how far I can reach with those chains. I'm not staying here to discover what they are going to do with me this time...



Something takes me out of my thoughts. A chirpy scream, a purple flash, followed by a strong knockback and suddenly I'm lying on the floor, trying to block her hooves with my hands. That thing is on me, trying to hit my face with her hard hooves. I manage to block them with my arms. After a few hits, I grab her hooves, but I have to let one of them free when she tries to bite my hand, closing her yaws a few centimeters away from my fingers with a loud 'clap'.

I push her back and kick her in the belly; I stand up from the floor and take a few steps back, out of her reach. Jacob comes to the room, holding a taser, but it's too late, the fight is over, and the freaking thing is back in the corner of the room, panting and frowning at the wall, ear twitching.

"Oh shit, oh shit! I forgot the taser in the other room! Are you ok, Mike?" Jacob asks, really nervous about the situation.
"Oh, yeah, I'm ok. My clothes are the only that got hurt... Oh, I'm stinky now after falling to that dirty floor..." I reply, panting and looking at my clothes.
"I told you to not get very close. It usually doesn't attack like that, but sometimes it does, that's why I chained it." Jacob scolds at me.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, but she didn't look so aggressive at first..." I said in my defense.
"Anyway, we are not going to need it anymore, we are going to sacrifice it next week. I hate working with it. It even doesn't let me to clean up the room." Jacob continued angrily.
"A fluffy capable of defend all by itself... an aggressive fluffy that could attack and hurt an enemy. That is just what the regular fluffies can't! That's why they die so easily! I got it!" I think out loudly, maybe with my eyes sparkling in emotion. Jacob gives me a weird stare.
"Oh... I'm happy that you found out something so interesting. We made fluffy ponies defenseless to avoid this kind of situations."  Jacob says, quite annoyed at the obvious point.
"Can I keep it?" I ask Jacob with my best puppy face.
"But... You want this gross freaking thing? I'm not responsible of the damages or injuries that this thing could do. Ok... we are not going to make experiments and tests with it anymore, so... But promise me that you will take precautions and have it chained the whole time." Jacob answers.

Yes! My own investigation specimen! So much fun! I'm going to study everything about it. After a bunch of warnings, Jacob turn off that poor thing with his taser, leaving a mark of burned fluff on her coat. I feel bad about that, but he insists that it's necessary in order to immobilize her.

After putting on a muzzle on her, and a lot of leashes that make her almost impossible to move, he gives her to me. A stinky hulk of leashed purple fluff... Ok, that's doesn't sound very well.

I drive to home, after a few minutes, it wakes up in the back seat. It looks quite terrified, but it can't freak out so much, it can't move. It's about lunch time when I arrive home, but I can't endure that smell anymore, so, I let her on the floor and prepare the bathroom. I put away everything that could get broken and I fill the bathtub with warm water. It's bath time!

It tries to resist a little, but resistance is futile, it can't do anything, and it relaxes a little with the warm water. It's mane is still crazy, and all those bits of burned fluff still remain, but it smells much better.

I prepare a relatively empty room for it. The room is where I usually keep my homemade experiments, so, it's quite easy to prepare it. It has a window to the backyard with iron bars, perfect for tie the leash.

I tie it's leash to the bars and slowly take out all it's boundaries. I put a plastic plate with water and another one with some canned fluffy food. She only goes to a corner of the room, lies on her belly and starts to frown at the wall, with her ear twitching. Oh, boy, I know where is this going, so, I slowly go away and close the door. Too much adventure for today, I forgot to take care of myself. I need to eat something and to take a bath, clean my clothes... you know, the boring part of the adventures.
	
> 3-Research about how to tame your fluffy
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19/April: First steps with... Twiley?

She is a freaking Twilight Sparkle wannabe! Light purple coat and dark blue mane, but she doesn't have the pink and purple stripes or cutie mark. Her mane and coat are just plain. I'm going to call her Twiley, because I can.

Today I slept very well... no weird noises, no hits on the walls, window or door... just silence. I went downstairs to see how she was doing this morning. I opened the door slowly, trying to not make any noise, and maybe take a look before she could notice me.

She was standing on her hind legs, looking through the window. Oh yeah, she has been enclosed in a lab all her sad life. She would be fascinated about everything in the world, even a boring backyard. Adorable.

"Good morning, Twiley, how did you slept?" I greeted her. She suddenly flicked her ears and turned to face me, back on all fours with a frown on her face. I was out of her reach, of course, don't taking any risk. After a few seconds, she came to her corner and continued frowning at the wall, again.

Both plates of food and water were empty. Nice, she is eating and drinking, she is not going to die in hunger or dehydration. And... Ow... I knew I forgot something. The sand box, there were piss and poop on the floor. Ok, time to clean up.

I took the mop and came again to the room, exactly the same; she was frowning at the wall, ear twitching. I started to clean up, and suddenly, as I expected, she tried to pounce on where she thought I was, but she only found the mop which was scrubbing the floor, the only source of noise, I was just a meter away out from her reach.

She frowned at the mop, frowned at me and came back to her corner. I managed to clean up all the room. If you are aware, her attacks are not so dangerous, only some quite painful hits from her hooves, that's all, and getting some steps back you are safe. I actually started to have fun about it.

Ok, I finished and put the sandbox. I stepped back, maybe she knew how to use it, or maybe I would have to teach her.
She came to the sandbox, frowning at it, then, frowning back at me. My hopes started to grow up as she stepped just near it, but suddenly, with a strong hit from her hooves, she flipped it, spreading the sand everywhere.

I groaned in frustration. All the time I spent cleaning up was for nothing. I went back to the kitchen, grab the plates with food and water and put it near her, I headed to the door, but just before leaving, I heard other kick. She kicked the plates away, and there was food and water everywhere now. I didn't turn back, I was so angry. Too much angry pony for today!

I closed the door with a bang and went to work. Nothing more for today, I didn't want to see her again. Dr. Mike Hastell, going to bed.

20/April: More stubborn Twiley:

Today, a noise from downstairs woke me up. Some little cries and sobs from behind Twiley's door. I was still angry with her, and I didn't want to see her again soon, but I had to see what was wrong. I opened the door and she startled.

She was resting on her belly, trying to reach the plate of food that she kicked away yesterday, with her forelegs, but she couldn't. It was some centimeters away out of her reach. I took away the plates, went to the kitchen and refilled them.

I put both plates of water and food in front of her again. She frowned at it, but she didn't try to kick them again, she was so hungry, but she didn't come to eat, she stayed in her corner, frowning at me in the darkness.

I came out and closed the door. Immediately I heard her fast steps to the food and the sound of munching. Oh, why she has to be so stubborn?

I went back to sleep a little, until seven in the morning. I woke up again and went downstairs to see how Twiley was doing today. This time, she was looking through the window at the backyard. The plates were empty, so, I replaced them again. This time, she didn't kick them; she only took some nibbles and went back to look through the window, of course, looking back at me sometimes and frowning when doing so.

Enough angry pony. I went out to see how the herd of fluffies was doing. The pregnant green female was in the same place, she couldn't move. The other fluffies brought her some food, but it only was some grass and weeds, all the herd was obviously hungry, and the weather was cooler than the last days, you know, spring and it's weather changes.

I went to the kitchen and took my last can of fluffy food. I wasn't expecting to have to feed so many fluffies, I only bought some cans, just in case of the herd in my backyard needed it. Anyway, I went outside and put some more plastic plates with food on the floor. Then, I walked near the pregnant green female, who was freaking out at the sight of me, but suddenly stopped when I placed the food in front of her, and she started to eat.

Twiley was looking what I was doing outside through her window, but when I took a look back at her, she frowned at me and disappeared, maybe she went to her corner again.

Anyways, I went to work, bought more fluffy food and came back at home in the afternoon. I wasn't expecting what happened next...

I heard some knocking noises from the inside of my house; I opened the door carefully and found her just in front of me "Oh, shit..." I said. She had just opened the door of her room, her leash was broken and she stared at me in disbelief, the same I did for a few seconds of awkward silence, after that, she charged to me.

We both fought for our lives. Ok, maybe not so dramatic, but I got some hurtful hits from her hooves and a bite on my leg; luckily I was wearing jeans which protected me a little. After a couple of minutes of fight and some random broken things in my house, I managed to get her chained back in her room.

I closed the door with a bang, went to the kitchen and took some spaghetti leftovers and filled her plate with it, I came to her room and put the plate in front of her. After the fight, she was more angry and stubborn than she usually was.

"Get some food. You are lucky that I feed you after what you just did to me." I said to her. She went near the plate and took a nibble.
"If you try to do another stupid thing I..." I was cut off by her spitting a mouthful of food to me, leaving all my clothes all dirty again.
"Ok, that was all! Did you enjoy it? Was it funny? Because I can't take it anymore! I tried to be kind to you, but you only hurt me and did stupid things! Tomorrow you are going back to the lab where I got you! I don't want to see you anymore!" I shouted at her. For the first time, she was looking at me, wide eyed and flattened ears.

I headed to the door, taking a last glance at her. She looked lost in thoughts, looking blankly at her plate. She licked her muzzle and continued eating with her ears still flat.

I don't know why I took her to my home. Jacob warned me, and he was right. This homemade research was going to be some kind of hobby, but now, I'm more stressed than before and the smell in my house is awful.

I closed the door and came upstairs limping, all my body hurting from her hits. Dr Hastell, going to bed.
	
> 4-Research about how to make a research
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	21/April: Fluffy nightmares:

It was five in the morning. Some weird noise woke me up; it was like something flailing down there. I knew it was her... What the hell was wrong with her now?

I came downstairs. I could hear sobs, panting and flailing, but then, I heard something different, something that stunned me...

"No, pwease... no huwt, no... no wike huwt, pwease, stop..." A voice said inside Twiley's room. It sounded like Twilight Sparkle, trying to speak with a muffin in her mouth.

I slowly opened the door and looked into her room. There was enough light coming through the window to see a little. She was resting on her back, flailing her hooves and babbling, her eyes closed. Then, I switched on the light. She woke up, startled. After that, she ran to her corner and pushed her back to the wall, looking at me in panic, wide eyed and shaking her head.

"Can you... talk?" I asked to her.

She rested on her belly, slightly less nervous, but still with a panic look on her face and panting. She looked at the floor and didn't answer.

"I heard you talking in your dreams, I know you can talk, and there is no one around, except you and me. If you can talk, why didn't you talk to me all this time?" I asked again, not getting any answer.
"Ok... maybe you can't understand those long words... But at least you could say something." I tried again.
"No wan to tawk..." She answered, frowning at the floor, with her ears flat.
"I got you! You CAN talk!" I shouted victorious. She frowned harder to the floor.
"Ok, if you don't want to talk, I will leave you alone, so, you won't have to talk to anyone." I replied, hesitating a little.

There was some food and water on her plates, so, I didn't have to replace them. I went out of the room and came upstairs again, to my bedroom, to try to rest a little before going to work. Oh, no... Work... that means that I can't take her back to the fluffy laboratory. I have to keep her until I have some free time, maybe this afternoon after work.
I came to work. My partner Adam was waiting for me. He has a red nice trimmed beard, but no hair, making him look quite funny. Actually, he is always making stupid jokes about everything, even fluffies. I saw him sometimes watching some videos about fluffy ponies doing stupid things, being cheated by someone to fall in a ridiculously obvious trap, or getting hurt in some funny way. You can thing something like "Oh, what a horrible person..." But one time, he fell from a ladder and the shelves fell on him, burying him in equipment and other stuff from the warehouse. We knew he was still alive because we could hear him laughing madly at himself. Yeah, that's him.

I was looking horrible after the fight with Twiley, and Adam asked what happened to me, so, I had to tell him everything. He stared at me for a few awkward seconds and started to laugh madly, saying that a fluffy abused me. Ok, we have a new joke for the following days... perfect, simply perfect.

Before going back to home, Adam said goodbye to me, and warned to me about wild fluffies, and said I had to be careful. After that, he started to laugh again.

While driving home I thought that I was a lame as a scientist, that thing defeated me. Getting her back to the lab means that I had been defeated. Defeated by a homemade experiment, defeated by a silly fluffy pony... No, this is not going to end that way... I changed my mind. Let's do SCIENCE! 

I opened the door, Twiley was looking through the window. She took a glance at me and startled at the sight.

I had bought a bright orange XXXL sized T-shirt and trousers, and put under them a lot of pillows, like armor. I bought chainmail gloves, those that butchers use to protect their hands from knifes. I also bought a gas mask and gumboots to protect me from biologic hazard. 

Twiley went back to her corner, frowning at me in disbelief.

"I'm here to clean up this room, so, stay there, you can't do anything about. The knight of science has arrived!" I said with the most epic voice I could. 

I managed to clean up all the room, with Twiley frowning at me, but she didn't dare to attack this time. I finished cleaning up and put some food and water in her plates. She came to them, frowning at me.

"No more food until tomorrow, if you kick the plates away, you are going to be hungry." I warned her.

She rested on her belly near the food. Fine, I think she understood.

The victorious Knight of Science, Dr. Mike Hastell, going to bed. 

22/April: First experiment:

I came back to home after a day of hard working and Adam making fun about me. I'm already used to it, he always does, and now, he has a new joke to do. It's going to be a long week.

I put the food for Twiley and came out to see how my own fluffy backyard invasion was going. I check the camera and watch the fluffy activity those days. The green female couldn't move, so, even being in front of the camera, she didn't trigger the movement sensor.

There were only a few minutes of video. Always the same, a fluffy from the herd come close to the female and gives some weeds and flowers for her to eat. They use the plastic plates I put outside to bring her water from somewhere, that's smart, I mean, smart for a retarded ball of fluff. Quite awesome that they make a little society and help each other.

It started to rain. The fluffy female couldn't move and was getting soaked. Ok, I had an idea. I took her to home, into Twiley's room, where they could see each other, but the green fluffy out of Twiley's reach. Twiley is chained and the green female couldn't move, so, Twiley couldn't attack her or something. I wanted to see if they would have some social interaction. Twiley didn't want to talk to me; maybe she wanted to talk to another fluffy. It's science, it's not like I was feeling bad about that silly fluffy getting soaked outside.

I heard some mad knocking at the backyard door. I came out to see what was going on. I opened the door and was attacked by the other three fluffies.

"Bad hooman! Whewe is mommy?" Shouted one of them, hitting me with it's marshmallow hooves.
"Hey, she is ok, she is safe. I'm going to take care of her for a while." I answered.
"We wan mommy bawk!" Another one claimed.
"Ok, ok. She is in there, and she is ok, come in if you want."

And that was the story about how Twiley got a fluffy room invasion. Actually, I put the camera inside the room to record their social interactions.

Twiley rested on her belly all the time, frowning at me and taking curious glances at the other fluffies. Maybe, she hasn't seen another fluffy pony in her life.

Ok, the experiment is about how Twiley will react to other fluffies. I wanted to know if she was aggressive to everything or only to humans, and why. I put some extra plates with food, and Twiley pushed her plates carefully to her corner, defending her food from the intruders. Wow, I mean, she usually kicked away the food, but now, she was protecting it.

I put a little ball in the room, I didn't know why. Maybe the experiment it's going to be funnier and fluffies would have something to play with or to argue about or something.

I stayed a little to see what was going on. A red fluffy came close to Twiley, and she stared at it curiously. The fluffy sniffed and frowned at her.

"I down wike big stiwnky fwuffy." The red fluffy said, and turned back with the green female.
"What!?" She shouted, and snorted in anger.
"Hey, I agree with him, Twiley. You popped, pissed and spread your food everywhere, then, you slept on the dirty floor. You are dirty and stinky." I said, laughing a little.

Twiley frowned at me and went back to her corner, frowning at the wall again. Ok, she is angry now... And stinky too.

I put a sandbox for the other fluffies. Maybe they would use it, and maybe they would show Twiley how to. That would be lovely; I wouldn't have to clean up everyday all that residues... 

Ok, enough fun for today. I went upstairs, took a shower and went to my bedroom. Dr Mike Hastell, going to bed.
	
> 5- Research about fluffy bath
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23/April: More and more fluffies:

Today was going to be a normal day. Came back to home, took a look at Twiley and her new friends, watch TV or something, but no...

The green fluffy mare gave birth. Yes, three more balls of fluff to take care of. I spent all the evening cleaning up the room and making the babies comfortable. At this point, the herd started to call me "daddeh". I corrected them saying "I'm not daddeh," and I'm not going to take care of them.

Twiley was in her corner, looking curious at everything, frowning when a fluffy calls her "Stiwnky big fwuffy". I think she hates that.

Ok, the experiment is over. I wanted to see Twiley's reaction to other fluffies. She doesn't attack other fluffies, only humans, and she looks angry when a fluffy pony calls her stinky. The problem here is that she maybe hates humans. I didn't need all those balls of fluff anymore; I want them out of my house... when that green fluffy recovers...

I was too busy to pay more attention to Twiley, it was a long evening and I was so tired, so, that was all for today. Dr. Mike Hastell, going to bed.

24/April: My free day! Or maybe not:

I woke up late, at 11:30, it was a wonderful day. I went downstairs to check everything was alright. I replaced the bowls of food and water, cleaned the sand box, and cleaned up the room. Twiley didn't try to attack me this time; she was thoughtful, looking at nothing. 

I had an idea. Why not to build some kind of doghouse... or fluffyhouse out there? The fluffies will be sheltered and the room free of them. I want them out of my home, it's not like I'm worried about them being sheltered...

I spent the afternoon building it. A simple but big doghouse made out of some clapboards and plastic to make the ceiling waterproof. I took the entire herd to my backyard again.

Finally, I went in to take a look on Twiley. She was in her corner, frowning at the floor. Why was she angry now?

"Hello, Twiley. Whats up?" I greeted her. She sniffed her own coat and looked at me with sad eyes.
"I no wan stinky." She said, and looked away.
"What?" I asked her.
"I wan cwean." She answered.
"Oh, all this time, all those fluffies were calling you stinky and you are sad about it." I tried to comfort her.
"Yes... I wan cwean..." She looked at me with those 'It's not like I want you to give me a bath' look on her eyes.
"Do you want me to clean you?" I asked, and she nodded slowly.

I thought it was a great idea. I went to the bathroom and took away everything that could be broken if Twiley tries to attack me again. I put on my science armor and opened the door. Twiley stared at me and rolled her eyes.

I picked up the chains and she walked slowly near to me, surprisingly peaceful, I took her to the bathroom. The tube was full of warm water and I was protected if she tries to do something stupid again. Nothing could go wrong, nothing at all... that was what I thought...

I slowly picked her up in my arms, trying to not get her scared. I failed. She started to squirm until she fell on the floor again. I tried to catch her again, but she stomped one of her hard hooves to one of my feet. The flexible rubber boot didn't protect me from this and all the energy from her stomp went straight to my toes. I groaned in pain and took a step back to avoid another stomp. After some seconds of dancing to avoid her hits, I managed to grab her again in my arms.

Twiley squirmed again, but this time, I didn't let her go. I waited until she stopped moving. I could feel her fast heartbeat and was panting heavily. That was it; it looked like she finally gave up.

I put her slowly in the tube, and she stood on all fours. After that, I released slowly my grip on her and pushed her rump down, she sat on the tube. I poured warm water on her. She lied down on her belly, only her head and neck out of the water and closed her eyes.

"It's not that bad, isn't it? Do you like it?" I comforted her. She moaned a little in response.

I poured some shampoo on her. I rubbed and scratched until all the grime went out. She stayed there, angling her head to get more scratches with her eyes closed. I rinsed her and took her out of the tube. She groaned and frowned at me, this time not like an angry beast; it was more like a frown from a pouty little girl who doesn't want to come out of the water and play a little.

I dried her with a towel, and brushed her coat and mane. When the brush touched her coat, all her muscles tensed. The brush ran through her coat, she sighed deeply and relaxed again. After some minutes brushing her mane and coat she looked now quite better. Her clean fur was now silky and extra fluffy, with a fresh lemon aroma. She muzzled her own coat and giggled, enjoying being in her own fur. Yes, she giggled, for the first time in all those days, she looked happy.

"Do you like it?" I asked gently.
"I... wike it... now cwean, no stinky." She giggled again.
"When you are dirty, you take a bath and you are clean again." I tried to explain to her.
"I wike how you cwean me." She said, looking at me.

Back in the laboratories, they use a hose to wash her; maybe a hot water bath was new for her. Maybe the problem is that she hates humans because humans back in the lab were rude to her and considered her a research object more than a living being. The new experiment, now that she is relaxed, is to be gentle with her, maybe I could make her behave in a different way.

"Do you want to take a look at my house?" I stroked her mane.
"A wook a wouw house?" She answered, looking confused.
"Yes, you were in that room all the time... I don't know, it's quite boring, like being in a jail."
"Bowwing? Jail?" She said, looking more confused.
"Ok, anyway... let's go." I picked up the chains.
She was very peaceful and relaxed. I took her upstairs and show her all the rooms. She was especially interested in the window, from where she took a look at the street. I stroked her mane again and we came downstairs. I show her the kitchen, where I got the food, and then, back to her room. I chained her again to the bars of the window.

I brought her some food. Spaghetti, I know she loves it, and this was a special day for her. I want to be kind and gentle... you know... for the experiment, that's it... it's not like I like fluffy ponies or something like that.

I took off my armor, it was becoming really hot in there and I was sweating heavily. I prepared the food and came to her room. I carefully put the bowl where she could take it, but I remained out of her reach. She suddenly got up and ran to take her food, she startled me doing that and I took a few steps back. I wasn't wearing the armor now and she could hurt me easily.

She stopped just in front of her food, looking at how I just reacted to her. She stared at me, looking confused, and then, something made 'click' in her brain. She looked sad at me, with her ears flat. I have no idea why, but she is sad now. Was it something I did?

"I'm... sowy..." She said. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Sorry? About what?" I asked, this time, really confused about her reaction.
"I... huwt you. But you no huwt me, you awe a good hooman. Sowy... I'm sowy..." She sobbed.
"Oh... " I couldn't say anything.
"I no huwt good hooman anymowe, I'm sowy. I no wike huwt, I dun wan huwt hooman, i..."
"Ok, Twiley, everything is ok, don't worry." I leaned closer and stroked her mane again.

After some minutes, she recovered and started to eat. The experiment was successful. The problem was that back in the lab, people did horrible things to her, no one paid attention to her, she probably felt alone and defenseless. She was scared about everything, especially humans, she hated all of us.

No more cruel experiments for her. I have finished my research. And now what do? Take her back to the laboratories? They will kill her, but I don't want a pet to take care of, and having a talking pet is quite creepy. Yeah, some parrots can talk, but this is different, fluffies actually know what they are saying. Fluffy ponies are creepy; I would prefer a cat or a dog. Every time I think to take her back to the labs, I feel a sting of guilt about her.

Dr. Mike Hastell, going to bed.

> 6-Research about Twiley
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25/April: A completely different Twiley:

Today, when I came back from work and visited Twiley's room I was surprised. She used the sandbox! The room was perfectly clean! And she looked happy to see me.

"Hey Twi, how are you?" I greeted her.
"Bowing... sit hewe aww day." She answered.
"Can I get closer to you?" I asked innocently, but her mood suddenly went down. Her smile faded, her ears went flat and she lowered her head. "Oh, sorry, anyways, everything is alright." I corrected myself and came close to her, stroking her mane.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"What... do?" She parroted.
"Ok, let's watch some TV... there is nothing better to do." I unchained her, and she followed me.

She was relaxed, as I expected. Now, she was curious about everything, and moving like a cat, carefully to don't touch anything. We went to the living room and sat on the sofa. It was funny to watch her trying to figure out how to sit on it. She finally sat like Bon-bon, not like Lyra.

Everything was planned. I wanted to see her reaction to... yes... the show... I had no idea where was this going on, but it's something interesting. Maybe she would identify herself in the show, maybe she would start to mimic the actual pony behavior in the show, maybe she would explode and maybe would be the end of the world or, or... anyway...

I turned on the video and the show started. I only was interested in Twiley's reaction, so, I didn't care the episode at all. First, she was surprised to see other ponies more like her and not like the fluffies, then, she gave a suspicious look to the TV, but continued watching.

The episode ended and I turned off the TV. She hopped to the floor and came to the TV, she poked it with a hoof and looked behind. After that, she gave me a confused look.

"What was that?" She asked.
"Oh, it is just a TV and a video player. I have a lot of episodes, do you want to watch more?"
"Yes... I wan..."

I put all the show in the reproduction list and left her alone while I was cleaning up the house, her room, her sandbox and making dinner. She looks more intelligent than all the fluffies I have ever seen. She didn't start to mimic or got influenced by the TV, she just sat there, watching with a suspicious look on her face, like figuring out something.

Other thing... I need to teach her how to go to the bathroom. She is a lot bigger than the regular fluffy ponies, and you know what that means. The sandbox is quite small.
I brought some spaghetti for us and let her eat in the living room while watching the show. I did the same, while watching her reactions. Hey, my mom never let me eat in the living room, and it is an awesome thing to do for a kid!

After an hour or so, she suddenly hopped to the floor, started to bounce a little and spin on herself. She headed for her room but I stopped her.

"Hey, Twi, come here..." I told her.
"Ow... no time fow... ow, ow..." She replied, bouncing in place.
"Here, Twi." I commanded and pushed her.

She followed, with a cute panic look on her face and bouncing. I pick her up, sat her on the toilet and held her in position. She tried to squirm, but failed and suddenly stopped.  Her ears went flat and she lowered her head in shame while she couldn't hold her pee anymore. New achievement! Teach the pony to use the toilet!

"Very well, Twi! This is a toilet, it's where I pee and pop, so, you have to use it too and we are going to take that stinky box out of your room." I told her.
"Wha...?" She looked at me, completely perplexed.
"It's like... a sandbox... and this is toilet paper, it's used to clean yourself, and..." She hopped to the floor and stared at me. I flushed and she stared at the toilet in disbelief. "You touch this and it's clean again."

I expected her to giggle, or do something stupid like flushing again and again manically like anther fluffy pony or a child would do, but she just stayed here, staring at me.  She finally let out that absolutely cute Tara-Strong-ish groan of frustration and frowned at me.

"Why you no teww me that befowe? I was afwaid that I was going to get aww diwty and stiwnky again!" She cried.
"Oh... that was cause... you look absolutely cute when embarrassed?" I replied with a sheepish grin.
"You... you awe a howwible hooman." She stared at me with that I-want-to-kill-you frown of hers and kicked me. Not very hard, but in the wrong spot, you know what I mean...
"Hey! I thought you would never do it again!" I groaned in pain.
"You desewve it!" She scowled.
"Ok, ok... I'm sorry." I replied flatly... Why I was even apologizing to her?

We went downstairs. It was quite late, so, y took her to the room again. This time, I brought to her some pillows and blankets. She is not human and I'm not going to let her sleep in a bed, but... the floor is quite cold and hard.

She went to her corner, near the chains tied to the window bars. I pick up the chains and removed them. She looked at me quite surprised. She has been always chained there, but now, I thought it wasn't necessary anymore.

"You are going to be a good pony, don't you?" I stroked her mane.
"Uh?" She only managed to say.
"We don't need those chains anymore, so, you can go to the toilet, take a walk in the house, but be careful, don't touch anything and don't come outside, it's dangerous."

She smiled and nodded. I went to the living room and took the pillows and the blanket and put them in the clean floor of her room. She rested on the pillows, poking one with her hoof and giggling a little. I was heading to my bedroom, but she stopped me.

"Uh! uh! wait!" She said.
"What is it, Twiley?" I turned back.
"We... Wewe awe Pinkie, Fwuttewshy, Wainwow, Appwejack and Wawity?" She asked.
"Oh, they are characters from My Little Pony, they are all made up for the show." I replied.
"But... but... I..." She trailed off.
"Oh, sorry, Twiley. You are a pony who looks a lot like Twilight Sparkle, that's why I named you like her. The Twilight from the show is made up too, she does not exist." I said gently to her.

Twiley started to frown heavily at a ball, the ball that I brought when the fluffy herd incident, and suddenly, her horn started to glow. I took some steps back, I was scared. I was expecting some kind of sci-fi  thing to happen. Twiley was staring to the ball so intensely that looked like it would melt or catch fire under her glare, but then, nothing.

Her horn stopped glowing and she just looked at me with sad eyes. I was told that the most talented fluffy unicorns could do a little spark from it's horn, but Twiley's was literally glowing for a long time, that wasn't a simple spark.

"Why can't I use magic?" She asked. The lack of 'R' and 'L' in her phrase made her sound like a human.
"Ma...magic does not exist..." I replied, still amazed at her performance.
"But...but... my hown... wowked, and unicowns use it" She replied with tears in her eyes.
"Magic is all made up, like the whole show, Twiley."
"But why my hown do wight?" She asked.
"I have no idea... maybe it uses some kind of bioluminescent thing... like fireflies... It's not magic, it's science... hey, listen, you got a scientific horn!" I tried to cheer her up.
"What..." She stared flatly at me.
"Oh... the Twilight from the show can perform some light spells, just like you. At least it's something." I continued.

She cheered up a little, and I gave her good nights and came to my bedroom. It was time to write my report. All the dialogues with her and details that I remembered and that are written there. Why am I saying this? Well, because I just heard some knocks at the door of my bedroom and Twiley just came in while I'm writing.

Now I'm reporting in real time. Let's go!

Twiley is in my bedroom, she looks sad, her eyes are reddened and I can see her tears, she is crying.

"Uh... eh... can hooman answew a question?" She asks.
"Call me Mike, please, Twiley. 'Hooman' sounds a little silly." I reply while writing.
"Uh... Mike. Can I ask you a question?" Again the lack of 'R' and 'L' make a chill go down my spine.
"Of course Twiley. What is it?" I asked.
"Wah...wah... ew..." She says between sobs.
"Take your time, Twiley, I'm listening." I try to comfort her.

She just asked... Oh my gosh...

[REPORT FILE SAVED AND CLOSED]
	
> 7-Research about Friendship
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Twiley is alone in her room, Mike has just closed the door and left her alone. She has a lot to think about. There are hoo... humans, who are bad, except for Mike, the only human that is kind to her. There are fluffy ponies, but she is different, she is bigger, stronger, smarter and... and... more pretty. Yeah, that's it; humans don't have fur and don't have a lot of colors. Fluffy ponies are colorful, but small and chubby, she is more stylized. She has pretty colors like fluffies and is strong and slender, like humans. She looks like the ponies from that thing that shows images and sounds, that... TV? Anyways...

But that ponies from the TV do not exist, but she does exist, why don't they? They are just like her, but that ponies can speak like humans, maybe she could learn. And friendship. What is that friendship? Ponies in the TV live together and do things together, and play together.

What is friendship? Those ponies are friends and look very happy. Friendship is something about being together, and has something to do with kindness, loyalty, generosity, laughter and honesty. And her alter ego in the TV is the very element of magic, the magic of friendship.

But... Magic does not exist... so... friendship doesn't actually... exist? She feels a little stab of pain. And even if friendship does actually exist... Want she be friend with other fluffy ponies? Want she be friend with humans?

She wants to be friends with other ponies like those from the TV, the ponies that are like her, but those ponies do not exist, so... She gasps in the darkness, lifting her head and looking around. She feels a strong painful stab of pain in her. She... is... ALONE.

She hides under her new blankets, shivering in fear. The room is dark, everything out there looks menacing, she is alone, no one is going to help her, she is alone, defenseless...

Suddenly, she realizes about something. She isn't chained. She can move around if she wants. She is scared, so, she goes to look to the only one that has been kind to her. Mike. She starts to walk slowly in the darkness, trying to don't touch anything. She comes upstairs while she is thinking about what is going to say to Mike. She is not a human, she is not a normal fluffy pony, and other humans do bad things to her, but why?

She puts a hoof at Mike's door and knocks it lightly, but the door isn't locked and it slowly opens a little. She pushes with her muzzle, the door opens completely and she walks into the room.

It was late in the night. Dr. Hastell was writting his report when Twiley came in his room. Mike's bedroom was dark; the only source of light was the computer screen. Twiley's eyes were reddened, she was crying.

Mike looks back at her with a little concern, then, he turn to his computer and starts to write furiously for a few seconds, taking some glances at Twiley while doing so.

"Uh... eh... can hooman answew a question?" She asks.
"Call me Mike, please, Twiley. 'Hooman' sounds a little silly." Mike replies while writing.
"Uh... Mike. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course Twiley. What is it?" He asked.
"Wah...wah... ew..." She says between sobs.
"Take your time, Twiley, I'm listening." He tries to comfort her, but continues looking at his computer.
"What am I?"

Mike's face becomes pale and he stares at his computer with a shocked look on his face. He starts to write something very fast, then delete it, try again, delete it. Twiley looks at him with sad eyes. Is he even listening to her? She tries to speak again, but Mike makes a gesture to her to wait.

Mike covers his head with one hand while doing some clicks on the mouse. The computer turns off and he spins on his chair to face Twiley.

"What am I? Why am I awone? Wah... wah...?" Twiley trails off. She lies on her belly and covers her head with her forelegs.

Mike kneels down near her and puts a hand on her head, scratching gently her mane. They both sit on the floor. Twiley looks at Mike's face, now; they are at the same height.

Humans usually look at her from above, sitting in those fancy chairs or standing near her, but now, Mike is sitting on the floor, just like her, looking at her with a concern stare and scratching her mane. Oh... those human hands...

The room is now almost completely dark, so, she uses her 'spell' to make some light with her horn, enveloping the room with a faint purple glow.

"Well, well... that's the question, Twiley." Mike says, shivering a little, he is not sure about what to say.
"But... I want to know... What am I? Why do I exist and the otew ponies don't?" Twiley insists.
"Ok, I will try to explain. It's quite difficult, but anyways..." Mike starts his explanation."Some years ago, after the show was created, a lot of people wanted real ponies. Scientists worked hard in the laboratories to make ponies."
"Wabowatowies awe bad." Twiley interrupts.
"They started to do a lot of experiments; they tried a lot of times. Finally, they created the fluffy ponies, and they sell them as pets." Mike continues.
"But why I'm diffewent?" Twiley asks.
"You are one of those experiments before they created the definitive fluffy pony. You are different, one of a kind." Mike answers.
"Am I awone?" Twiley asks.
"Yes... you are. They created a lot of experimental ponies, all of them different, and you are one of them." Mike replies.
"But whewe awe the othew ew... ex... expewi..." Twiley trails off.
"Dead... Once they got what they want to know, the experimental ponies are useless, so, they killed all of them." Mike explains.
"...Fowevew sweepies..." Twiley says, flattening her ears. "Why am I awive?"
"I took you and brought you to my home before they kill you." Mike says.
"Why?"
"I wanted to know more about fluffy ponies, and learn about one of those experimental ponies was interesting, so, I convinced some of... the scientist, and they let me take you for a while." Mike answers.

They stay for a while. Twiley looks at the floor, lost in thoughts. Mike continues petting her, trying to comfort the sad pony.

"Am I a pet? Like Winona?" Twiley finally asks.
"Winona? Oh! Applejack's dog!" Mike realizes.
"Yes, the dog. They made me to be a pet?"
"Yes, that's it, Twiley." Mike answers.
"You want me to be your pet?" Twiley asks.
"No... I never wanted a pet! Not like this... I only wanted to do some tests and experiments with you. Like the other scientists." Mike explains.
"You awe going to take me back to the wa...bo...watowies? To take fowewew sweepies?" Twiley asks with puppy eyes.
"No..."
"Can I be youw pet?"
"No... You are not my pet; I don't want a pet like you...you..." Mike trails off.

Twiley lowers her head, with her ears flat, sobbing. Mike looks away from her and stares at nowhere. This time is the doctor who is lost in thoughts.

"You are not a pet... you are my friend."

A sudden purple flash knocks back Mike and he falls to the floor. He thought for one moment that he was being attacked again, but after the hit, there was only a strong hug from a crying Twiley.

After Twiley calmed down, she refuses to go back to her room, she is scared. Mike goes downstairs and brings the pillows and the blankets to his own bedroom and set them on the floor. Twiley lies on the pillows near Mike's bed. He is too tired to think about anything now, it's late in the night, and the only thing he wants now is to rest. That's why he let Twiley sleep in his bedroom, he doesn't want to argue now, only go to bed.
	
> 8- Research about Love
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twiley has now a simple room with an actual bed, a simple mattress on four legs with blankets and pillows. There are a side table and a chair too. She loves her new bed, is far more comfortable than the hard and cold floor.

The life is simple for her; she learned how to use the remote control of the television, pressing carefully those little tiny buttons meant for human fingers with the tip of her enormous hooves. She spends her time watching the pony show and other random programs. She is curious about humans; they are far more interesting than the simple minded fluffy ponies.

She also visits sometimes the fluffy herd in the backyard. The first time, she tried to be friend with them, but they only look interested in food and playing with the silly ball. They are too simple. Hungry, food, play, hurt, help, fun...  Yes, they are more like pets. She learned a lot of new words from her conversations with Mike, and hearing them on the TV. But those little balls of fluff, like Mike calls them, don't understand new or complicated words, and Twiley gets a little frustrated when she tries to make a serious conversation. They insist in call her "Big fwuffy."

Mike is almost always at work, she needs to spend her time in something and simply watches TV almost all the time, except for going to the backyard to watch over the fluffies. Also, the scientist always put some food for her to eat while he is working.

After a week, she has used to her new life. Wake up, breakfast with Mike, go to watch TV and wait to the evening. Mike comes back, they watch TV together, he brushes her mane, teach her something interesting, have dinner, go to bed. Mike told her to not open the door to anyone, but anyways... nobody visited them.

This afternoon, Mike arrives early. He looks stressed.

"Twi! Twi! We are going to have guests!" He says.
"Ow... mowe humans? Awe they fwiendwy?" Twiley asks.
"Oh, yes they are. But I need you to go to your room and don't come out while they are here." Mike says, pushing Twiley to her room.
"Ow! Ow! But... why?"
"They don't like the ponies. I want you to hide in your room and don't come out!"
"Why they don't wike the ponies?"
"No time for explanations, Twi. Hide and don't come out under any circumstances!"Mike said, almost in panic.
"But... but... if thewe is a fiwe?" Twiley asked.
"Ok, ok... come out if there is a fire..."
"But... if thewe is an eawthquake?"
"Yes... you can..." Mike replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Ow! Ow! and if thewe is a townado ow ow..."
"You have seen too much television, Twi..."Mike interrupted her.
"But if it's an emewgency... can I come out?" Twiley asked with puppy eyes.
"Yes, you can come out if there is an emergency or you are in danger. But please, stay in your room while my guests are at home. It's very important to me."

Mike closes the door and comes outside. He is waiting anxiously his guests, but he is taking care of his garden, trying to look casual.

It was an intense day of working. Mike had to show all the progress of the project to his boss's secretary. Her name was Michelle. She was medium height, with brown eyes and hair. She was quite serious at first, but became friendly while Mike was showing her his results in the project.

It was about a mind controlled mechanical limb. The prototype was rough, consisting only in a simple articulated leg. Mike put on the helmet and gave orders to the computer to make it move only using the brainwaves sensor.

He looked ridiculous with all those things like an enormous black harness full of wires, a computer on a backpack, which was connected with some more wires to give it power, and the weird looking helmet.

Adam, of course, was laughing madly at the awkwardness of the situation. The harness was meant for a paralytic or someone without a leg, so, Mike was extremely uncomfortable with his two natural legs plus the mechanical one. Anyways, the experiment worked just fine.

When Mike was heading to home, he found Michelle outside taking a break with a cigarette in her hand.

"Hey, Michelle. Taking a break?" Mike said casually.
"Yeah, I have to pick up my sister from school in a while. Just a busy day." Michelle replied.
"Oh, how old is she?" Mike continued like if he was interested or something.
"Little Sarah is eleven years old, she goes to Taylor School. It's not very far from home."
"Oh... Wow! That school is near my house. Imagine all those noisy children early in the morning your free day. Seriously, I had to put noise insulation windows." Mike continued.

Michelle sighed. She looked tired and quite... sad?

"Are you Ok, Michelle?" Mike asked with concern.
"Uh, yeah. Quite tired and stuff..." Michelle replied dissimulating.
"Oh... nice... I'm going back to home. I have some homemade research going on, you know, too much free time there... alone... with nothing to do..." Mike said, quite embarrassed.

Mike started to walk. He just realized that he just had a little crush. Why he have to be so shy? He blushed and continued like nothing had happened.

"Adam told me that you were doing some weird research about... fluffy ponies." She spoke.
"Yes, it's about it." Mike turned to face her.
"Those things... I hate them. Those silly balls of fluff pretending to be inteligent..." She said coldly.
"I have to agree with you. I find them quite creepy, you know. They are quite intelligent for an animal, but it's artificial. Looks like some weird rabbit brain stimulated to make them actually talk and stuff." Mike replied.
"So... Why are you doing such an investigation?" Michelle asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.
"Because... I find them creepy. Oh, it's more something about their psychology, I wanted to know the way they think and how, you know, just in case there is an evil plan behind them or something." Mike tried to explain in a quite awkward way. 
"Do you have fluffies in your house?" Michelle asked, dryly.
"Oh... I... No! Of course not! I would prefer a dog or a cat for a pet; I told you I think fluffies are creepy. The research is more about gathering information and stuff about them. They invade my backyard some times, that's all." Mike defended himself.
"Oh, well. Sorry. You know, I was thinking maybe you were one of those lonely ones that have a lot of fluffy ponies in his house and pretends they are his family." Michelle said.
"Actually, if you have some time, you can give me a little visit and I could show you my home. You know, when you go back to pick up your little sister, and let me invite you to coffee or something." Mike said. The words came out without thinking, and he regretted to have said that when he listened to himself.
"Uh... Ok..." She said looking away.

After saying goodbye, Mike walked away. When he was out of her sight, he started to run. "I have to hide Twiley, I have to hide Twiley!" He repeated to himself.

The fluffy herd is out of the backyard, they are always out looking for food and random stuff to bring to their territory at this time of the day, check. All the stuff is well hidden under the bushes, check. Twiley is hidden in her bedroom, check. Nothing could ever possibly go wrong, nothing at all... Mike continued taking care of his garden, like if he was interested in plants.

After a few minutes, Michelle showed up. A little girl is with her, she must be her little sister. She has curled brown hair and brown eyes like her big sister. She was bouncing in place, looking quite hyperactive.

"Good afternoon, Mike. How are you doing?" Michelle greets.
"Hi odd man!" The little girl interrupts her sister.
"Oh... hi..." Mike answers, in quite an awkward way.
"Hey, Sarah! I told you not to say such things!" Michelle scowls her sister.
"But that's not fair; you told me he was odd!" Sarah defends herself.
"But, that doesn't mean that you have to say the first thing you think when you meet people! It's not kind!"

The two girls had a little stare duel before Mike could say something to break the awkwardness.

"Oh, never mind, you know little girls..." Mike says.
"See? He is not mad! And being odd is cool sometim... mmmmph!" Michelle covers Sarah's mouth and laughs nervously.
"Sorry about that. I think it was a bad idea to come here with my little sister..." Michelle tries to apologize.
"It's ok... Oh, well, this is my little house. It's a little... little but... enough for me. Please come in." Mike says, in a quite awkward way.
"I don't have a lot of time, but... I think it's ok, if you don't mind." She answers politely.

After a little tour around the house, they are now in the kitchen. Everything was alright. The bathroom was clean, the bedrooms tidy, and nothing unusual. Except, of course, Twiley's room. Mike told them that it was a storage room for his laboratory stuff and nothing worth of visiting. He also tried to avoid the backyard, just in case, but Sarah insisted in taking a look, and everything was Ok.

Mike made some coffee and Michelle and him are having an idle conversation about the weather, and some random things like that, while Sarah is looking everywhere, running and saying then and there that this is boring.

"Well, better I keep going. Before Sarah do something really stupid. It was a pleasure, and the coffee was nice." Michelle says.
"Mich! Mich! Pee! Pee!" Sarah suddenly squeaks, bouncing in place.
"Oh... well..." Michelle says, quite unsure.
"Oh, don't worry, the toilet is..."
"First door on the right!" Sarah interrupts, running away.
"...That is correct."

Michelle and Mike start to walk to the door when they find Sarah trying to open the bathroom door. It's locked. For some reason Michelle doesn't understand, Mike's face turns white pale.

Some chaotic knocks can be heard at the other side, and finally, the door is opened to reveal a purple fluffy creature.

"Sowwy... It was an emewgency..." Twiley says, lowering her head with a sheepish smile and trotting to her bedroom.

The three of them stay a few seconds in a really uncomfortable and awkward silence.

"Oh, my gosh! A real Pony from My Little Pony! ...Uh, yeah, an emergency..." Sarah says before coming into the bathroom and closing the door.
"I think you told me you hated those things! You are living with one!? And IT just used the same bathroom than you and... Sarah!?" Michelle yells at Mike.
"But... but... she is not a..."
"IT is what?" Michelle interrupts Mike, emphasizing the word 'it'.
"She is not a normal fluffy pony! She is special!" Mike tried to defend himself.
"Oh, come on... and now you are going to say that IT is intelligent and sentient and..."
"But... but..." Mike interrupted.
"And that IT is special." Michelle interrupted again.

Sarah comes out of the bathroom and heads directly to Twiley's room, while the two adults are too busy arguing to notice.

"What is IT? Your special pony?" Michelle scowls at Mike.
"Of course SHE is special. She is not a regular fluffy pony!" Mike yelled.
"Oh, I just came in the house of the crazy man and his very special somepony..." Michelle said, backpedaling from him.
"Of course she is my special..." Mike's brain makes a click and he stops for a moment, understanding the slang.
"No... nononononono! NOT THAT WAY!" Mike shouts in horror.

Michelle is too busy looking for her sister; she isn't in the bathroom anymore.

"Oh, no... Sarah... where is she?" Michelle asks to herself.
"I... I don't know; she was there a moment before..."
"If that monster does something to her, I swear that..." Michelle trails off while looking for her sister all over Mike's house.

After a few minutes of panic, Michelle starts looking for her sister in the garden, Mike following her from a safety distance. Then, they find her...

Sarah comes out of the front door, riding on Twiley. Both giggling happily. Michelle panics a little and in a fast movement picks up her little sister from Twiley's back, backpedaling in horror at the sight of the purple creature after that.

Michelle pulls Sarah's arm and walks out of the garden to the street, while Sarah waves the other hand at Twiley, and Twiley waves a hoof happily. "Goodby Sawah!" Says the unicorn.

"...Nothing at all... could go... possibly..." Says Mike to herself, looking at nowhere.
" Sawah is nice, we awe fwiends now. I have made a new fwiend!" Squeaks Twiley.
"Oh... that's cool, Twi..." Mike replies, coming in his house again and pulling Twiley's tail.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Wait!" 

Mike looked depressed that afternoon, he didn't even wanted to watch TV with her, that was a boring afternoon for Twiley, but she didn't care, she had made a new real friend...

While the two boring adults were arguing, Sarah leaked trough them into the pony's room. and there was it. A pony, not like those stupid fluffies, she hated them, a real pony like those from the show!

Maybe it was shy, because it was hiding behind her bed. Sarah came into the room and approached the purple pony.

"Behind the bed! I found you!" Sarah giggled.
"Ow... hewwow?" The pony's head peered from behind the bed.
"Hi! My name is Sarah!"
"I'm Twiwey..." The pony answered, quite confused at the situation.
"Hey, can I hide with you for a little?" The little girl asked.
"Uh... ok."
"Wow, a real pony... never seen one before..."

Sara took a closer look at Twiley, stroking her mane and scratching behind her ears. Oh, those human hands...

Suddenly, the door opened and Michelle came in, calling for Sarah, but she lowered her head behind the bed and keep Twiley in place until her big sister went out.

"Oh, you have the perfect size Twi, I think I could ride on you!" Sarah said, smiling at the confused pony.
"Uh... wide on me?"
"Michelle told me that Mike was one of those crazy lonely scientist... hey, Twi, is he nice?"
"Uh, of couwse, he is the best human I know! He took care of me wewy weww." Twiley answered.

Sarah looked thoughtful for a little, and then smiled at Twiley.

"Hmm... He needs more social live... And my sister just broke up with her boyfriend. And I want to play with you! You are so cool! Not like those silly balls of fluff..."
"Uh? Those fwuffy ponies? Yup, they awe quite bowing. And you want to pway with me?" Twiley replied.
"Yes! I could ride on you! Those fluffy ponies are too small and silly. You look just like Twilight Sparkle from..."
"My Wittwe Pony? I wike that show too!" Twiley interrupted.
"And I think you are more intelligent than the fluffies too. But my sister looks mad at Mike and you." Sarah trailed off.
"Why she is mad at me? I did something wwong?" Twiley asked.
"No... not at all... it's that... she don't like the regular fluffy ponies..."
"But I'm not a weguwar fwuffy pony."
"Well, I think I have a plan. Mike needs more social life, Michelle needs a new boyfriend and I want to play with you! Hmmm... I will return, don't worry. My school is near here..." Sarah said with an evil grin.
"And what is youw plan?" Twiley asked.
"It's time to make some research... Research about love!" 
	
> 9- Research about Purposes
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twiley was having pasta salad for lunch when the doorbell rang. Twiley startled, not really knowing what was happening. They never have visits, and actually, Twiley never had heard the sound of the doorbell before.

Carefully, she approached the door, scanning the sounds with her ears. She remembered Mike told her to not open the door to anyone; she was going to stay there until whoever it was to leave, but a familiar girl voice came from the outside.

"Twiley, are you there? Fast, fast! Open the door!" Sara chirped.
"But... but... Mike is not at home!" Twiley answered.
"Never mind! I only wanted to play with you a little." Sarah said.
"Ow... but... Mike towd me to not open the doow to anyone."Twiley replied, unsure.
"But you know me, I'm not a stranger, Twiley, it's me, Sarah!" Sara insisted.
"Ow... but Mike... but... pway... Sarah... I can't..." Twiley stammered.
"Aw... fast! Michelle is coming! I don't have time!" Sarah whined.
"Mich... Sah... Mike towd me to not... but... Michewwe... I don't wike her... and she is coming for Sawah. This is an emewgency!" Twiley squeaked and opened the door.

Sarah hugged Twiley furiously, petting her mane. Twiley tried to react, but she found she was paralyzed... those human hands... she couldn't resist. She stayed there, enjoying the attention from Sarah.

Twiley thought for a moment that she looked so ridiculous and was acting like a pet, and for a moment tried to resist... for a moment, until Sarah scratched her ears and she melted again. That was not fair.

The voice of Michelle calling for Sara came in the distance. Sarah grabbed one of Twiley's hooves and pulled. They hid behind some bushes in the garden.

Michelle arrived to Mike's house. She was panting and coughing. "I have to stop smoking..." She managed to say for herself, and then, she panicked a little. She realized she was in front of mike's house and her little sister Sarah was probably inside.

That mad scientist and his... special pony... that enormous and scary fluffy. A shiver ran down her spine. She cursed herself for let her little sister ran away. She tried to catch her, but Sarah was freaking fast, she was a little athlete and Michelle was sedentary and smoked a lot.

"S... Sarah? A... are y...you there?" Michelle stuttered.

A giggle was all she received in response. At least, now she knew where her sister was. She followed the giggle and found and spotted something purple stirring behind the bushes. She startled a little. Ok, the pony monster should be in the house, not outside, it was her imagination for sure. She took a glance back at the house and found the door was open. "Sarah? Come out, it's not funny!" Michelle called.

Looking behind the bushes, Michelle found herself face to face with Twiley, a few inches away from her. She startled and backpedaled, covering her mouth to not scream. Twiley startled at Michelle's reaction and took a step back, stumbling with Sarah. Michelle was trapped at the corner of the fence, in front of her, the giant fluffy, and behind it, Sarah.

"Shoo! shoo! Away, away!" Michelle yelled, waving her arms furiously to Twiley.
"Ow... uh..." Twiley startled a little and took a few steps back, with her head low and ears flat.
"Come here! Sarah! How dare you to run away like this!" Michelle scowled.
"But I wanted to play with Twiley!" Sarah whined.
"You shouldn't touch animals, especially if you don't know them! It's dangerous! That thing could bite you or... something!" Michelle continued.
"But... she is not a normal animal... she is Twiley, my friend..." Sarah whined again.
"Ow...I'm sowwy, I didn't wanted to scawe you..." Twiley apologized, taking a few steps back and letting Michelle pick up her little sister.

Michelle went out of Mike's garden, trying to not look back at the pony. Sarah was in Michelle's arms, frowning at her. Twiley stayed there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do.

"At least you could say goodbye to Twiley!" Sarah squeaked.
"It's an animal, Sarah, it doesn't matter. And fluffies could be extremely cruel and selfish if they feel like it. The reason why they made them so weak and small was to avoid any harm to humans, but this one...  It should be chained, it's dangerous!" Michelle yelled. Twiley's ears twitched.


"It is dangerous; we should chain it before it could do harm to someone. The experiment didn't come out as expected. We can't sell a pet like this; we have to make them weaker and smaller." Twiley's ears twitched again. The white walls, the dirty floor, those humans that stabbed her with all those pointy things...


"No... I'm... a fwiend... I'm not bad, I'm..." Twiley started to shook her head, her eyes like saucers.
"You are one of those unstable experiments from those awful laboratories that created the fluffy ponies! I hate them; I don't want any of those synthetic talking pseudo-animal pets around me! And that mad scientist... I'm sure he is related to them. I don't want my little sister around here anymore!" Michelle explained.
"But sis... I thought you loved My Little Pony!" Sarah replied.
"And that's why I hate them for making that abominations based on the show."

Twiley winced and slowly came back into the house, closing the door with a bang. Some sobs could be heard from inside, and then, she started to cry out loud.

That was an interesting reaction. Michelle has never seen a fluffy react that way when she insulted them. They didn't even usually understand her words with those simple minds. Looks that this particular fluffy understood every word she had just said. Nah! It was just an oversized synthetic pseudo-animal pet thing. Sarah frowned at her big sister and squirmed, but she couldn't escape from her grip.

Michelle's steps and Sarah's wailing were lost in the distance. After a few minutes of crying helplessly, Twiley went into her room and curled in a purple ball at her corner, frowning at the wall.

Mike came back to home in the evening after a hard day at work. Usually, he was apathetic at this time, but now, he was wondering about what to teach to Twiley today. Her curiosity and naivety were so cute. And she found almost everything interesting.

He opened the door and came in. It was weird. Normally, Twiley comes to greet him every day when he comes back to home, the fact of Twiley wanting to see him after work always cheered him up, but this time, she wasn't in sight. He called for her, but as she did not respond he started to worry.

Mike opened the door of Twiley's room, and a purple shape startled in the corner. It was her, curled, shivering and frowning at the wall. Mike came in, but hesitated.

"T...Twiley? Are you Ok?" Mike stuttered. This mod on her was bad, really bad. He didn't know what was going on, but Twiley frowning at the wall only meant one thing: Problems.

The scientist approached slowly. Twiley's ears twitched. He stopped.

"Twiley, look at me. Are you Ok?" Mike insisted. Twiley frowned at him, but then, her frown turned slowly into a sad and scared expression.
"Dangewous, animaw, cwuew, selfish, abomination..." Twiley trailed off, sobbing.
"N...no, you are not. You are Twiley, my friend." Mike smoothed her.
"Michewwe said all that to me, and mowe things I don't undewstand." Twiley continued.
"She was here?" Mike asked.
"I wanted to pway with Sawah and opened the doow, but Michewwe came and... I'm sowwy... I'm not going to open the doow again." Twiley apologized.
"Oh, no... I told you to not... anyway..." Mike trailed off, not wanting to scold at her.
"What is synthe... syn... the... tic?" Twiley asked.
"It's something artificial, something that the humans made and is not natural." Mike explained.
"Am I syinth... sy...?" Twiley stuttered.
"...Yes, Twiley, you are. Humans created you. You are artificial." Mike answered.
"So... no mothew, no fathew... no famiwy... I'm... awone..." Twiley trailed off, remembering some documental about wild life. Herds, families of animals, and even humans had families, but she was one of a kind, and she felt terribly alone.
"Correct. You have no father, nor mother and you are one of a kind, but you are not alone. I'm with you; I'm your family and your friend." Mike told her.

Twiley nodded slowly. Her tears were falling to the floor. Mike gave a shake to Twiley's mane.

"If I wewe a human... The othew humans wouwdn't say I'm an animaw, ow a monstew..." Twiley said.
"Well, and I don't want to be so shy. I want to have a girlfriend and get married someday, and I want an easier job, and a house near the beach, and another in the mountain, and more holydays... But I don't have it." Mike told her.
"But... I... human... I..." Twiley stuttered.
"Long time ago, my grandmother told me a little secret. She told me to enjoy the things I have, to live in this world and this moment. She told me to stop thinking always about the future, silly fantasies and things I want to have, because if I don't pay attention to the things I already have, I will lose that too. She told me to appreciate every little detail of the life and be always happy." Mike explained.
"But I don't have anything..." Twiley answered.
"You have a nice place to live in, you are my friend, we are a little family, you have nice food to eat, a nice bed to sleep in, we have a big house with garden and a little backyard... Well, maybe if you were a human, things would be different, but you are not. Just stop whining about you want to be a human and enjoy the world just as it is." Mike continued.
"But I'm awone, and I don't know why I am awive. Why they cweated me... What is my puwpose?" Twiley trailed off.
"Well, sometimes I ask myself what is my purpose. I think every sentient being had asked that to himself at some moment. The point is not what is your purpose, the point is what do you really want to do with your live and for what do you want to live for." Mike explained, petting her mane.
"You don't know what is youw puwpose?" Twiley asked wide eyed. 
"Nope, I don't. See? You are not alone.

Twiley tried to ask something, but Mike started to scratch behind her ears and she groaned, tilting her head to get a better angle. Mike smiled and Twiley cursed himself, she wasn't able to think properly in the subject they were talking about anymore. Freaking wonderful human hands, what a way to avoid a conversation.

After crying and curling on the floor, Twiley was a little dirty, so, Mike gave her a bath. This time she helped and made it easy for him. She was more relaxed this time than the first one, so, she enjoyed it a lot. Maybe her purpose was letting everyone taking care of her? That was something awkward, but she couldn't concentrate in the thought, at the moment, she was so happy.
	
> 10- Research about Forgiveness
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

         Someone knocked at the door. Twiley opened her eyes. It was about four in the afternoon and Mike wouldn't come back until later. That only could be one thing, problems. Twiley came to the door and put an ear on it trying to guess who was out there.

"Twiley? I know you are there, I can hear your hooves knocking on the floor." Said Sarah from the other side of the door.

"Ew... uh... yes?" Stuttered Twiley.

"Please, open de door... I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday. My sister wants to apologize." Requested Sarah.

"I can't open the doow. Mike towd me so..." Twiley replied.

"Aww, please, Twiley! It was really difficult to make my sister come here to apologize!" Sarah insisted.

"Aw! Wait! Michewwe is here!?" Asked Twiley, a little scared.

"Um... Oh, yes, of course. Please, come out and save me, Twiley!" She faked in a quite obvious way.

"This is an emew... Oh wait..." Twiley's hoof hesitated. The last time she opened the door in that situation it wasn't very nice. And Mike told her to not open the door to anyone. But this was an emergency! What was she going to do?

Some hoof noises sounded inside, and after a few seconds, one window popped open. Twiley tried to jump through it, but her head got caught between the bars. She backpedaled. Her hooves slipped helplessly for a few seconds, a few squeaks of anger coming from her until her head was released and she fell back.

"Wow! Twi! Are you okay?" Sarah giggled.

"Sawah!" Twiley recovered herself and peeked her head through the window again.

"It's okay, Twi. Michelle wants to apologize to you, that's all." Sarah replied. Michelle was just right there, a few meters away from Twiley. She scowled at her.

"Really you want me to do this, Sarah?" Michelle deadpanned at her little sister.

"You can do this or... I'm going to tell mom that you smoke." Sara replied with an evil grin.

"That's not your business, I already told you that I'm old enough to take my own decisions!" Michelle yelled.

"And I already told you to reserve that to mom. Because... as you said... It's not my business." Sarah replied merrily.

"Ok, ok... let's do this. Twiley, I'm sorry for the things I said yesterday." Michelle said in a flat tone. Twiley frowned at her again.

"Aww... come on! You didn't put feelings on it!" Sarah whined.

"Come on! It's an a... I don't need to put feelings on it!" Michelle protested.

"Try the way I told you!" Sarah suggested. Michelle looked inside her handbag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. 

"I'm so sorry to call you animal... Here, here, fluffy! Want a little piece of tasty chocolate?" Michelle said. Twiley's eyes widened and she licked her lips. Michelle threw it and it landed on the windowsill.

Twiley followed it's trajectory with her eyes and was just to eat it but stopped. Sarah deadpanned at her big sister and after a few moments, Twiley deadpanned at her too. They stared at her for a few seconds. Michelle looked confused. Twiley scowled at her and snorted.

"What's wrong with you now!?" Michelle asked to Twiley.

"Michewwe is a bad human!" Twiley shouted and kicked away the piece of chocolate.

"Mich... you was trying to apologize for calling someone animal... and you just treated her like an animal." Sarah clarified.

"Oh, come on! Ok, I tried to apologize and didn't work. We are going home now!" Michelle shouted and took her sister's hand.

"We will return, Twiley! Bye!" Sarah waved at Twiley while walking away.

A few minutes passed. There wasn't anyone outside and the window opened again. Twiley looked outside a few moments and then she closed it again. The door opened and Twiley came out.

"Mike towd me to not open the doow to anyone. Thewe isn't anyone out... Mike didn't towd anything about opening the doow to no one..." Twiley murmured to herself.

After a few seconds, she found the piece of chocolate she kicked away moments earlier on the floor and ate it. Trotting happily she came inside and closed the door again.

Later in the afternoon, Mike arrived home. The moment Twiley heard him, she came to the door and when Mike opened it, she was standing near him to say hello. There was another person with him.

Near Mike was an unknown man for Twiley. He was medium height and slightly heavy-set, he was bald, but had a nice trimmed red beard and a lot of hair on her arms and legs, exposed because he was wearing a t-shirt and short jeans. Twiley tensed at the sight. Who was this new human?

"Helo, Twiley. This is Adam, a partner in my job." Mike introduced Adam.

"So... this is the dangerous fluffy? Oh my gosh... it's very big. Did you said that it wasn't aggressive anymore because you talked with it?" Adam said, completely oblivious about Twiley being there. Twiley's ears folded back and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Hey, Adam. SHE is intelligent and all, like I told you. She is the smartest fluffy I have ever seen." Mike Tried to explain.

"Then, we have a lot of science to do... BOOP!" Adam booped Twiley's nose, she crossed her eyes and took a step back.

Taking advantage from Twiley's confusion, Adam booped her nose again, but this time, Twiley sneezed, covering his hand in mucus. Adam stared disgusted at his hand. Twiley smirked at this, but suddenly, Adam booped her nose again in a fast movement. Twiley groaned in anger and tried to bite his hand, missing by a few inches, her teeth closing with a clap sound.

"Wow! Yes she is! She is a danger!" Adam shouted, laughing and taking a few steps back.

"Adam... stop doing stupid things. You annoyed her until you got her angry." Mike deadpanned at Adam.

Twiley got between the  two men and walked backwards, pushing her side against Mike's legs. Mike took a few steps back to maintain his balance. Twiley continued pushing while frowning at Adam until Mike was indoors. Then, she stood on her back legs, reached the knob of the door and closed it, leaving Adam alone outside.

"Bad human! Cwose the doow and hide!" Twiley whispered in a tense tone.

"I know he is quite annoying, but Twiley, he is visiting and we have to be gentle. You can't leave him outside!." Mike replied.

"I don't wike him, he is bad." Twiley whined.

Mike opened the door again, there was Adam with a confused look at the door. He started to laugh again at Mike.

"Oh, Mike... I think she likes you! She is so protective." Adam joked, peering inside. He just saw Twiley going back to her room and closing the door.

After she was in her room, she hid under her bed, exploring the sounds around her rotating her ears. She could hear Adam's voice, and she wasn't coming out until he left the house, but she was worried about Mike.

Mike spent about an hour chatting with Adam about the job, how Mike got Twiley and what weird things she does that other fluffies can't. But Adam always could end up with some kind of joke about Mike being abused by a fluffy or Twiley being in love with him... or both things at the same time. Finally, Adam said goodbye and left the house.

Twiley came out, jumped at Mike's back and hugged him, making him stumble at the unexpected weight.

"Hey, Twi... What's up?" Mike greeted her. Twiley looked at the ceiling, confused.

"You fine?" Twiley asked, concerned.

"Of course I'm fine. Adam is a friend. Well... quite an annoying one, but a friend after all." Mike answered.

"But... but... he was waughing aww the time! He is eviw!" Twiley whined.

"Well... he is quite... 'funny', but not evil. I think you have seen too many movies where the bad guy laughs that way." Mike supposed. Twiley frowned at mike.

"Ok, ok... we can still watch TV together and talk for a while..." Mike continued. Twiley smiled at that.

They sat on the couch and Mike turned on the TV. Twiley sat near him. They usually spend some time together in the afternoon but today with Adam's visit it was quite late. Mike guessed that Twiley was upset about him spending time with Adam and not with her. It was actually her fault for running away and hiding in her room, but anyway, she was looking a little too stressed.

Maybe it was time to take Twiley for a walk outside. The lack of exercise was slowly making her to gain some weight. What would people think about her? She looked like other fluffy ponies, but was obviously bigger and more slim. Actually, it was likely that she could run even faster than a human.

What should he say if someone asked about Twiley? Well, you can see a lot of bizarre things out there, but an enormous fluffy pony... What if someone asked him where did he got her? He couldn't answer that she was an experimental fluffy and she is one of a kind...

"How was youw day?" Twiley asked. Interrupting Mike's thoughts and startling him. It was the first time Twiley started an idle conversation all by herself. Something simple and complicated at the same time. Fluffies usually speak when they want something, or when they receive some external  stimulation, like the sight of their owners after a long time. They also speak to answer simple questions. Also they usually sing silly songs for cheering up, but this time...

"Mike? you fine?" Twiley continued, with a concerned look.

She just tryed to start an idle conversation. Humans tend to talk about unimportant things, just for the fact of maintain a conversation, it was typically human to strengthen links between people by just making an idle conversation. There wasn't any piece of information that Twiley wanted to communicate, nothing that could trigger the need for talk in a fluffy's mind. If that was true, that means that Twiley's mind was uncanny similar to a human mind...  Mike's thoughts were interrupted again by Twiley putting a hoof on his shoulder. Mike startled again.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I'm fine!" Mike answered. Twiley frowned at him.

"What happened?" Twiley asked with a serious expression.

"I was thinking about something, that's all. What about you? How was your day?" Mike tried to continue the idle conversation, he wanted to know how Twiley was going to manage the situation.

Twiley stiffened. "Nothing! If you awe not tewwing me how was youw day, I'm not tewwing you!"

"So... there is something that happened and you don't want to tell me about it..." Mike frowned at Twiley. She backed a little. "Have you opened the door to someone?"

"Sawah an Michewwe wewe hewe, but I haven't opened the doow!" Twiley answered.

"Oh, that's nice! Well done!" Mike cheered. Twiley relaxed a little at that.

"So... I opened the window." Twiley continued. Mike deadpanned at her.

"But I told you to..." Mike started to say.

"...To not open the doow to anyone. That's why I opened the window." Twiley interrupted. "And Michewwe weft a piece of chocowate on the fwoow. I waited until no one was out and I opened the doow to take the chocowate. You said to not open the doow to anyone, but you said nothing about opening the doow to no one. I did nothing wwong!"

Mike sighed in frustration. "What I'm going to do with you..."
	
> 11- Research About Exercise
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


"You have gained five kilograms in the last two weeks. You are getting fat" Mike said thoughtful, looking at the bascule that Twiley had stepped on.

"I'm not fat!" Twiley yelled.

"Are you slim?" Mike asked. Twiley looked at her belly.

"Um... no..." Twiley replied shyly.

"So, you are fat." Mike concluded. Twiley frowned at him.

"Nooou!" Twiley whined.

"What are you then!?" Mike asked.

Twiley lowered her head and looked away for a moment. Then she looked back at Mike in her peripheral vision. The eye that looked at him was half closed, her ears folded back and a shy duck face on her lips. "I'm pwetty." She whined in a barely audible voice.

Mike's left eye twitched. He had little fear about what was really inside the mind of that weird being in front of him, a part of pity about the poor thing, having to live indoors and hiding from everyone. And finally, a big part of metaphorical diabetes caused by the sugar overload from her cuteness. 

"Oh... Okay... T-Today is my free day..." Mike stuttered. Twiley's ears perked up immediately at that and looked at mike hopefully.

"Ow! A day togethew! What awe you going to teach me today? TV? Computew? Books?" She squealed, bouncing in place, the bascule going crazy in the process.

Mike stared at nowhere, thoughtfully, finally he looked back at Twiley. "We are going to go out for a walk."

"Go out fow a wawk?" Twiley asked, tilting her head and giving Mike a confused look.

"Yes, we are going to go to the park. We need to do some exercise to not get fat. You have to behave, there are going to be a lot of people." Mike clarified.

Twiley frowned at the word 'fat', but returned to a confused look. "A wot of peopwe..." She muttered thoughtful. She didn't notice that Mike had just left the room. 

Something touched her neck and she startled. Looking down she found the collar on it, Mike was attaching the leash. Something clicked in her head...  'You have to behave...' She suddenly remembered when she was angry at everything and Mike kept her in her room tied with the leash to the window bars. 

"No! I didn't do anything wwong! I don't want the weash again, PWEAAAASE!!" She started to panic, tears falling down her cheeks.

Mike tried to pet her to calm her down, but she avoided him and began to struggle. He tried to restrain her, but she managed to hit him with a hoof. In a last attempt to calm the panicking unicorn down, he threw himself, putting all his weight on her.

Mike hugged Twiley, holding her in place, preventing her from moving and causing more damage to the already slightly cracked bascule. She struggled for a few seconds. She finally gave up and stopped the fight.  Mike started to scratch her ears. She lost all her strength and relaxed, unable to move, all her fears going away. She tried to say something, but couldn't coordinate, emitting an unintelligible mumble, ending in a pleasured sigh.  

"Sorry, but I have to put this on you. It's the first time I take you for a walk and I have to be careful." Mike said.

Twiley looked confused. The leash that kept her bounded to wherever she was, now was going to be used to let her go outside. How can that be possible? It was nothing that could make sense about being on a leash and being outside at the same time in Twiley's head.

Mike tried to convince himself that taking Twiley for a walk was just a part of taking care of her, and was nothing like going to have fun with your pet, he didn't liked pets. He tried to convince himself that he wanted to maintain her healthy, rather than spend a nice time with her... and failed. He actually wanted to take her for a walk.

He also was worried about what the people will think about Twiley if someone saw her, but on second thought, people were really used to see weird things this times. Maybe a few stares and questions, but the advantages were far bigger than the disadvantages of an insane lifestyle indoors.

He ended up wondering about what her reactions would be to the outside world, and all the cute situations her innocence was going to put her into. He decided that this was a part of his research about her behavior, that was all. He was a cold and emotionless scientific who works for an important research and development company.

When they were outside, Mike walked near her, holding the leash in his hands. That made no sense. Twiley was on a leash but she wasn't tied to anything like the window bars, the leash was useless, she didn't get it. They walked side by side for a while, Twiley looking at everything with fascinated curiosity. 

On the other hand, people reacted quite well. Surprisingly, almost everybody ignored her, maybe a few curious stares and surprised children, but nothing else. Mike started to relax a little.

Eventually, they got to the park. Mike sat on a bench and released Twiley's leash. The park was a relatively safe zone for children to play, and there were a few dogs and fluffies playing around.

"Well, Twiley... this is it, the park." Said Mike.

"Um..." Twiley tilted her head, sniffing at the smell of the 'outside' and looking around her. "What do we do hewe?"

"Oh, just walk, run, play... I don't know. Just stay inside the fence" Mike answered, not knowing what to do at this situation, he never had had a pet before.

Twiley headed to a little park for fluffies, with some little slides and swings matching the size of those little creatures. There were some of them and some people watching them play. The second Twiley came in, she became the center of attention. Mike came near there too to watch over her. Soon he was flooded with people asking questions about what kind of fluffy pony was Twiley or how did he got her, how old was she and other things alike.

Mike answered that Twiley was a special breed and it wasn't publicly traded, and people started to ask him general questions about fluffy ponies that he didn't even knew. He started to feel awkward, because he looked like the typical freakish expert in fluffy ponies, owning one of those special breeds. Trying to break the awkwardness, he told to the people that actually he only was taking care of it, because one of his friends had gone on holiday and didn't know what to do with the... 'thing'.

Of course, Twiley was having her own slice of awkwardness. The slides, swings and other things were way too small for her. Playing with the ball in the other hand would be possible, but... She found that chasing the thing around was a little pointless, despite how enthusiastically other fluffies played the 'chasing the ball' thing.

Eventually, Twiley realized that a lot of eyes were on her, that made her awkwardness grow a little more, until she decided that it was enough and jumped out of the fluffy playpen. Some people startled a little, the fence was too tall for a normal fluffy to jump, but for Twiley was really easy.

Some normal fluffies thought that what Twiley had just done was a great idea and started to try to jump out of the playpen. They failed, of course, they fell back, rolling and bumping with other fluffies in a quite comical way, causing laughs and giggles from the people who were watching them.

Twiley got closer to Mike, with the head low and her ears folded back. "I want to go back..." She whispered.

"But why? You're not having fun?" Mike asked.

Twiley's face was expressionless. "No, this is no fun, this is awk...awww... akwaaaa... ARGH! Why awe some wowds so diww... difff..."

"You are too cute for your own good when trying to say difficult words..." Mike suppressed a laugh, but it was a little too evident and Twiley noticed.

Twiley pointed at mike with a hoof. "YOU! You shouwd twy to speak with a pony mouth... you wouwd undews... thawnd how funny it is..."

Mike backpedaled a little. That comment was really unexpected, and someone could start being suspicious about her intelligence. Luckily, people were too distracted with the other fluffies trying to jump out of the playpen to notice it.

"Ok, ok..." Mike tried to silence her. "But we can't go home so early. We are here to do some exercise. Well, maybe we could walk around the park." Mike attached the leash to Twiley.

Twiley groaned in frustration. "...And pointwess weash again... Humans awe weiwd..."

They started to walk around. It was slightly better. All the fluffy owners were around the playpen, so, the awkward questions and stares would be minimal.

There was an actual playpen for kids, with normal sized slides and swings, with some children playing there. Of course, Twiley got their attention immediately.

The children stared at her, some of them started to get close, trying to catch her attention. Twiley backpedaled a little, hiding behind Mike, but it was futile, they were surrounded in a few seconds.

"Mike... Mike... Hewp..." Twiley pleaded.

"Hey, they are just children, they are not going to hurt you... I think..." Mike answered.

"You... THINK!? I wan to go baEEEP!!" Twiley shouted when a random child touched her tail and withdrew his hand quickly as if it had burned.

5 minutes later...

"WEEEEEE!" Twiley squealed while she threw herself down the slide.

Mike was sitting on a bench, watching the show in front of him. Twiley playing with the children, like if she were just another one. The swings and slides were perfect for her size this time, and the 'Don't let the ball touch the ground' game was far more interesting and funny for her than just chasing the ball.

They eventually managed four, five or even six hits in a row before the ball went out of control and ended on the floor. The children used their hands and Twiley used her head. Twiley wasn't very accurate with her head, but  she was fast enough to play efficiently.

The boys tried to make her play with the ball and some girls tried to play other games. One of the girls even managed to make Twiley let her ride on her back for a little.

Some adults who were taking care of their children joined Mike watching the show. Twiley was happy and smiling all the time, except for the occasional frown and sticking out her tongue when someone made a prank about her or made her lose one of those little games.

"Excuse me... Are you the owner?" A man asked to Mike. There was a little crowd of people watching Twiley play with the children.

"Oh... yes?" Mike answered, a little confused at first, but then rolled his eyes mentally... Oh, boy... here we go again...

Except for the people getting curious about Twiley, it was okay... an excellent day at the park. Twiley was doing a lot of exercise and looked so happy.  
	
> 12- Research Breaktrough!
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It was a peaceful day, Mike and Twiley in the park, everything was going so well. After a few minutes and answering some questions to some curious people, he sat in a bench and relaxed a little. There were no dangers in the park, so he didn't have to worry about anything. It was almost lunchtime, and people were slowly going back home.

But Mike didn't realize that the girl that was riding Twiley more often than not was actually Sarah. She was delighted about finding Twiley in the park, unattended, just for her to play as much as she wanted. Eventually, Sarah's older sister, Michelle, came back looking for her. All the warning that Mike got was the angry groan from Michelle.

"Sarah! Get off of that thing!" Michelle shouted. There was no point arguing, she was so angry she wouldn't listen.

"Oh, no! My grumpy sister is in the warpath! Twiley, we need to run away." Sarah said.

"But... but... HOW!?" Twiley looked around, panicking a little.

"Let's go back home... together!" Sarah gave a gentle hit to Twiley's barrel with her shoes, and Twiley instinctively started to run, and of course, Michelle started to chase them.

The panicked squeaks from Twiley and the delighted ones from Sarah startled Mike as Sarah rode pass him. Mike was staring in disbelief when a very angry, very exhausted Michelle ran after the girls. Again, it took him a few seconds to process what was happening.

"Twiley! Stop right there!" Mike ran after them. 

"No no no nou... no... no" Twiley panted. Mike was asking her to stop, but then, Michelle would catch her, and Sarah was hitting her barrel, trying to make her run faster and faster, but she was exhausted with the extra weight. Michelle, who was a smoker, was extremely exhausted and coughing. Mike wasn't very fit and wasn't doing much better. Someone walking fast could at some point overtake them.

they ran through the park and eventually reached the entrance. Twiley found herself trapped. Mike had told her not to cross the street, so she stopped and fell to the ground under Sarah's weight, really exhausted. Immediately, they both got up.

"What are you doing, Twiley? We have to run away! Don't stop!" Sarah whined.

Twiley couldn't talk, she was too busy panting and trying to recover. Sarah pulled at her mane, looking at the road. Twiley looked back, Michelle was almost there. Some days ago, Mike told her that she had to look at both sides of the road and make sure that there weren't any cars before crossing, in case she had to cross a road, which was another not-to-do thing for her.

Her mind felt numb for some seconds, she looked to the right and to the left, just one car, but it was still far away from them, so, she got up and followed Sarah. But once they were on the other side of the street, Michelle got her attention, she was crossing the street and didn't see the car coming. She was wrong! She couldn't do that, because Mike told her so. She couldn't allow her to do it, and Twiley leaped to push Michelle back.

Mike saw how Twiley got up from the ground, took a second to look and then, crossed the street safely, following Sarah. Michelle was just behind, and she ran through the street without taking care about the cars, trying to take a little advantage in the pursuit.

Twiley stopped and looked back, suddenly, the screech of wheels, her eyes widened and she leaped, bumping and pushing Michelle back.

"Mike towd me that befowe cwossi... *THUD*

From Twiley's point of wiew, suddenly, the world started to spin wildly, and she felt weightless. After that, she found herself lying on the asphalt, but she didn't remember how. The asphalt must be really hot, hard and uncomfortable, but she felt like she was lying on a cloud. For a moment, she felt really tired, and wanted to go to sleep, but something was wrong.

Mike saw how Twiley pushed Michelle back and got hit by the car instead of her. The car wasn't going very fast, but it was enough to throw her a few meters away. She came to a stop and remained there, without moving. His heart stopped for a moment. He couldn't even call her name, he was speechless.

The driver got out of the car and helped Michelle, meanwhile, Mike went near Twiley. She was still breathing weakly.

"T...Twiley?" Mike stuttered. Twiley opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Ugh... my... my mouwht tastes wike... window bars... *cough* and... *cough* bweathing huwts... *cough*" Twiley said. Her mouth was bleeding

"Ok, don't talk, stay awake... I'm going to call a doctor..." Said Mike, crouching near her and checking, frightened about moving her. Her right rear leg was in an uncomfortable angle.

"I'm sorry man. That one should be a special one... that fluffy looked twice before crossing. I was so distracted by that I didn't see the girl coming!" The driver said once Michelle was again on her feet.

"Mi... mih... *couch* Ouch... my neck... huwts..." Stuttered Twiley looking around, craning her neck but wincing at the pain.
"Don't talk, Twiley, don't move and try to stay awake." Said Mike.

"If the fluffy can move its neck you should be able to pick her up without any problem. Let me check something..." The driver picked up his phone.

Mike picked up Twiley. She squeaked when her rear leg or her barrel was touched. Mike put her on his back, her forelegs hooked on his shoulders. "At least I'll take her out of the road... We need a doctor"

"Ok, the nearest vet is this way... a few minutes away." The driver pointed out.

"Ah? Oh, yes... a veterinary..."

"And I don't know what got into that fluffy's head to turn back and save the girl. It was awesome! I hope it's alright and recovers soon, man. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault." Mike answered. "We have to hurry up, I have to take her to a doc... I mean a vet..."

***

"But... I was just there, looking after her. She was in the playpen and she just jumped out and started to run and... and..." Mike stuttered.

"Yeah, yeah... I was taking care of the child. I just let it free for a moment. It just ran away at the slightest opportunity... I'll take that one to the box of excuses I've already heard." Scolded the veterinary.

"I really told her to stay in the park!" Replied Mike.

"And you thought that it would perfectly understand and remember like if it were a person. The fact that they can talk basic words with a lot of trouble doesn't mean that they can be more than animals. The smartest fluffy I've ever seen was like a one or two years old child, and I'm being generous." The veterinary answered.

"Ok, ok... But is she okay?" Mike asked weakly.

"Well... not really perfectly  okay, but it is gonna survive." Answered the vet.

"Her leg and her barrel?" Inquired Mike

"It's right rear leg is sprained, and it has a cracked rib, not entirely broken, but it's going to be painful." Answered the vet.

"Does she have any internal damage? She was coughing and bleeding trough her mouth!" Panicked Mike.

"Nah... it just bit it's lip with the knock it got. It was coughing probably because of the shock and the pain in it's barrel. The analysis  looks fine." The vet concluded.

"Oh, come on! At least show a little bit of respect or sensitivity, he almost lost her!" Michelle, who was there looking down, suddenly said. Not very happy about the vet's attitude.

"Miss... I'm fed up from people bringing their fluffies after an accident. They are not like cats or dogs, they are not adapted to surviving on their own and need a lot more attention than a regular pet." Replied the vet.

Even though Twiley was a special kind of fluffy, with the vet's attitude and Mike not feeling the strength to go through all the explaining, they decided to do just what the vet said and go back home as soon as possible. Michelle decided to go with Mike and Twiley. Sarah followed her sister happily.

In the way home, Michelle was thoughtful and apologized to both Mike and Twiley. She started to look at the pony with different eyes. She have saved her. Probably not her life, the car wasn't going that fast, but it surely would have hurt a lot.

***

Finally, they could put Twiley on bed. She had her leg wrapped in bandages, and a little bandage on her head, near the horn. They should be careful with her barrel too. The vet wanted to put some kind of harness to prevent her from moving too much, but he couldn't find one her size, so, the only thing she got were more bandages.

There were they all, sit on three chairs in front of Twiley's bed. Mike had brewed some calming infusions for both Michelle and him. Sarah asked for hot cocoa. Twiley just laid there, with a glass of water on her bedside table.

"I think I need to quit smoking..." Michelle murmured after coughing again.

"And I think I need to do some sport..." Added Mike, his body aching after the activity.

"And I think I need howt chocowate..." Added Twiley.

"See? She is gonna be alright!" Sarah giggled.

"No... Why do you have fancy dwinks and I onwy  have watew?" Twiley frowned.
"Cause the vet said so, that you should have water and not eat anything else for a few hours just to make sure." Answered Mike.

Twilight suddenly perked up, but immediately her ears went flat again like she has just remembered something, a guilty expression in her face. "Um... sowwy..."

"Sorry for what?" Asked Mike a little confused.

"Fow cwossing the stweet... you towd me not to do. Awe I'm going to be... gwounded?" Asked Twiley.

"Oh, no... of course not. I forgive you this time, you are hurt and need to recover soon." Mike tried to explain.

"So... If I'm huwt... you fowgive me?" Asked Twiley.

"Uh... somehow, more or less. I think you had your part already being hurt and you know now that you shouldn't do it again." Mike answered like a good father.

"Then I want howt chocowate..." Twiley pouted.

"But you can only have water for a while, sorry. I don't know why, maybe is a fluffy thing..." Mike replied.

"You all have fancy dwinks! And watew is a bowing dwink..." Twiley frowned at the glass of water, pointing at it with a hoof.

With a light tap, Twiley tip over the glass, spilling it's water on the table and the floor, finding a weird fascination by that action. She thought it was cool and wanted to do it again, but there was only one glass. Looking up, she saw the disappointed expression in Mike's face, who looked like about to scowl her.

Twiley retired to the safety of her blankets, covering her head for a second, only to peek out of it slowly, with the mightiest pout she could put.

"I'm huwt... no scowl me..."

***

Mike and Michelle went to the kitchen to brew some hot chocolate for Twiley. They chatted a lot more now that she more or less understood the pony's situation and why Mike was keeping her. She even allowed Sarah to stay with Twiley alone. Mike and Michelle were starting to discover that they had a lot of things in common. It was looking like the beginning of a nice friendship. 

Meanwhile, Sarah was in Twiley's room, petting her and scratching her ears. Not that Twiley had any complains, it was soothing after all the accident stuff. And Sarah loved her purple fur, it was so unusual and nice... Like petting a purple cat, but that cat was a lot bigger and calmer and could actually talk.

"Well... looks like our plan to get those two together worked in the end." Said Sarah in a low volume, so Mike and Michelle couldn't hear from the kitchen.

"Yeah... but the... caw thing... It huwts. And the vetew... ewinary was so bad" Complained Twiley.

"Yes... it was bad luck, but you are okay!" Answered Sarah.

"Not okay! It huwts!" Repied Twiley.

"But now that they like each other we can play together more time." Sarah said, hugging lightly the pony and ruffling her mane.

"Ow..." Complained Twiley.

"Uh... sorry." Apologized Sarah

After a long silence, Twiley spoke again. "Do you think we awe going to see Michewwe and Mike in wove? wike in the womantic fiwms?"

"Mike and Michelle in love? Neeee... I don't think so..." Sarah replied.

"Uh? Why is that? They wook pwetty nice togethew." Inquired Twiley.

"That is because..." Sarah wiggled her eyebrows. "This story doesn't have a romance tag, silly filly!"