A Fluffy Hangover

>Feel yourself waking up with hangover from hell.
>"Daddy, daddy!  Fwuffy hungwy!  Bekfas', pwese?"
>What the fuck?  A fluffy pony?  Where did you pass out?
>Force open your eyes.  You're face down on the kitchen floor.
>Fluffy pony is pressed against your head.  "Dadddy!  Fwuffy hungwy!"
>Shove her aside.  "Ugh, shut up!"  Head is pounding.
>"Owie!  Daddy gwumpy!"
>You look around.  The door is shut.  "How'd you get in here?  What happened last night?"

>Be yourself the previous night.
>Stumble out of bar, completely shit-faced.
>Hear crying from a wooden crate.  Look inside.
>Fluffy ponies!  Four of them!
>Purple, orange, red and yellow.
>They're crying and covered in their own filth.  They start pleading with you.
>"New fwend?" "Fwuffy cold!" "Hugs! Pwese, fwuffy no wike box!" "Fwuffy no smew pwetty.  Pwese, new daddy?"
>Drunk heart wrenches.
>"Yes!" you sob.  "I'll be your new daddy!"
>Fluffy ponies cheer.  "New daddy!"  "New daddy! Wuv new daddy!"  "Daddy, wan' foodies!  Fwuffy hungwy!"
>"C'mon, fluffy ponies, let's go home!"  Before you can pick up the crate, you keel over and puke.
>Lands right on them, completely covering fluffies in your bile and half-digested dinner.
>"Noo!" "Fwuffy icky!"  "No wike!" "Eww, no smew pwetty!" "Daddy has tummy ache!  Daddy need hugsies!" "Daddy!  No wike!"
>Eventually, you get the crate into your car and bring them home.
>Pass out on kitchen floor.

>Be you in the present again.
>Puke stain on your shirt.  See other fluffy ponies quickly run into kitchen.
>They're all still covered in your dried vomit.
>"Daddy!  Daddy awake!"  "Daddy, brekfas'!"  "Daddy, fwuffy reawy hungwy!"  "Fwuffy wuv daddy!"  "Fwuffy wuv daddy!"  "Fwuffy wuv new home!"  "Daddy? Fwuffy wan' sgetties!"  "Sgetties!"  "Fwuffy wan' sgetties, too, daddy!"
>Thought of spaghetti isn't helping your stomach.
>You look down at the helpless fluffy ponies and groan.
>"How about we all take a bath first...."
>Only one fluffy pony drowns in bath.
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