Rainbow Fluffy

>Be a father.  Daughter just turned six.
>Begs you every day for a "Fluffy Pony" since she saw the commercial.
>Finally cave in and buy one from the Hasbro store.
>Dark blue pegasus mare.  Came with a Fluffy Pony Owner's Manual.
>Daughter is thrilled beyond belief.
>Both daughter and fluffy pony spend hours telling you they love you more than anything.
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>Daughter spends every waking moment with her fluffy pony.
>Tea parties.  Fluffy pony chews on plastic cups and daughter giggles.
>Hide and Seek.  Fluffy hides by covering her eyes with her hooves.
>TV.  Daughter and Fluffy both giggle hysterically at MLP:FIM.
>Two weeks go by.  Notice how fat fluffy is getting.
>Owners Manual specific how much to feed them.
>Accuse daughter of sneaking her too many sweets.
>Daughter cries, insisting she's not.
>Another few days, fluffy pony is too fat to stand.  Teats are swollen.
>Owners manual says this is normal... for pregnant mares.
>Goddamn Hasbro sold you a pregnant mare!
>Daughter begs you to let her keep the babies.
>Mare is confused by the conversation.  "Daddeh take babehs?  No!! No take babehs!"
>Fluffy starts sobbing, tries to run away.  Legs don't touch ground.
>The stress puts her into labor.
>Lock daughter in room as you deal with the horrifying mess that is fluffy pony birth.
>Fluffy cries and whimpers as you help her.  "Pwese no take babehs.  Fwuffy good mummah, pwomise!  Pwese!"
>Pet her and tell her to calm down.
>Only one light-blue foal comes out.  Fluffy mare deflates and coos in exhaustion as the foal suckles on her.
>"Fwuffy wuv babeh.... pwetty babeh... wuv babeh..."
>She looks up at you.  "Wuv babeh, daddeh?  Am good mummah."
>Uhu.  Let daughter in.  Tell her only one baby is easy enough, and they can both stay.
>Happy ending.
>Kind of.
>A few days go by.  Newborn foal is cleaned up and getting its fluff.
>A light-blue fluff with a rainbow mane.  A light-blue pegasus with a perfect rainbow mane...
>Daughter names her "Rainbow."
>You're daughter's obsessed with MLP, and you know the foal looks exactly like Rainbow Dash.
>Maybe Hasbro designed fluffies to frequently look like the mane six?
>As daughter, fluffy and Rainbow play hugs in the living room, check internet for details.
>HOLY CRAP!  Turns out even Hasbro couldn't get a consistant results with color and race.
>Collectors offer upwards of $10,000 for any fluffy identical to the mane six.
>Then see the Rainbow Dash fluffy listings.
>$25,000.  25K for a perfect match of Rainbow Dash.  Rainbow manes are that rare.
>Pick up your jaw from the floor and stare into living room.
>Daughter is gently petting Rainbow.  Both Fluffy and Rainbow are cooing and flapping their tiny wings in bliss.
>"Fwuffy wuv mummah!  Mummah make babeh happy!  Wuv babeh.  Wainbow pwetty."
>Rainbow has learned some words.  "Wuv mummah!  Wingies!  Wuv wingies!  Hungy!"
>That fluff ball is worth $25,000.  You call the collector immediately.
>Sneak into daughter's room when they're sleeping.
>Daughter's asleep under her MLP blanket.  Fluffy is snoozing in her pile of blankets.
>Rainbow is nestled so deep in her mother's fluff you almost don't find her.
>Gently pick up Rainbow without waking her, put her in a tupperware bin, speed her to the collector.
>One transaction later, you have $25,000 sitting in your savings account.
>But naturally....  "Whewe babeh?!" Fluffy sobs hysterically, looking everywhere for Rainbow.
>Daughter is crying too.  Rainbow Dash is her favorite character...
>Don't have the heart to break the news to her, but you know you did the right thing.
>That fucking fluffy pony is paying for her college tuition, dammit.
>Fluffy mare cries and sobs for days.  Daughter cries with her.  Mindlessly depressing sight.
>Daughter eventually gets over the missing foal.  Fluffy doesn't.
>"Let's have a tea party!"
>"Fwuffy no wan' pawty! Wan' babeh! Whewe Wainbow!  Wan' Wainbow!"
>Daughter can't watch MLP without fluffy wailing in agony whenever Rainbow Dash is on screen.
>Fluffy Owner's Manual says mares aren't likely to get over losing a foal unless they saw it die with their own eyes.
>If it just vanished, they'll spend their short lifetime looking for it.
>Daughter tells you Fluffy is no fun anymore.
>Kiss her on the forehead, tell her you love her, and will find a good home for fluffy.
>The local fluffy pound is a depressing sight.  Thousands of fluffy ponies, three crammed into cages that barely accomadate one.  All of them beg and cry for a new daddy as you talk to the clerk.
>"Why scawy pwace, daddeh?" Fluffy cries.  "Wainbow hewe?  Pwese, fwuffy wan' Wainbow!"
>Roll your eyes.  "Yeah, fluffy.  These people will help you find Rainbow."
>Clerk raises an eyebrow at you as your fluffy cheers eagerly.
>Just shrug and acccept the trade.
>Driving home with two fluffy ponies in a kennel.  One is a red unicorn, the other's a purple earth pony.
>They're hugging each other and can't seem to stop saying how much they love you.
>Your old fluffy will probably spend the rest of her life in a filthy cage, desperately crying for her missing foal.
>Who knows what will happen to Rainbow.  What do collectors do with valuable fluffy ponies anyway?  Give them to spoiled rich kids?  Have them stuffed?  Fuck them?
>Decide not to overthink it.
>Daughter is more than thrilled when you get home.
>Two new fluffy ponies who are more loveable than that old one.
>Daughter tells you a thousand times she loves you and you're the best daddy in the world.
>Life is good.