Smidget & Bit VI

>master leaves and the neighbor girl can't find fluffy pegasus
>she still cuddles you, but she's crying over the dead fool the entire time
>she leaves for school and you trot around the backyard, pantomiming the ignited fluffy, mimicking the wails
>hit from the side by unseen mass
>not very hard, mind you
>roll up, and you see a pissed, dirty earth fluffy
>you bleat "fwiend?"
>she responds "You take my pwace! Smidget kiww you!"
>she attempts to trample your face in, but she doesn't get very far with her marshmallow soft limbs
>roll her off and charge with your horn
>doesn't even penetrate the layers of fluff, as if it could even cause more than a slight bruise
>still enough that you roll over in a ball of fluffy violence
>you say "I am now his favowite! You twaded his wuv for skasketties!"
>you think this is the most vicious battle in history
>it's actually an utterly ineffectual slap-fight
>you are both tuckered out in minutes
>wake up inside
>Smidget in the pillow basket
>your master is staring at both of you

***

>you found your two fluffy psychopaths, sleeping on top of each other in your back yard
>your love them both, but your neighbors are starting to suspect that you're some kind of petty sadist
>they both look up at you with big watery eyes
>"Stop killing my neighbor's pets. Their daughter is now thinking she's cursed or something"
>they mewl and apologize, hugging your legs
>"You don't have to deal with them, I can just board up the hole in the fence..."
>they're start crying
>Smidget is clearly thinking you tried to replace her
>Bit thinks you'll throw him back in the adoption center for killing ponies and because Smidget is back
>you consider throwing them BOTH back in the bin so you won't have to deal with this any more
>although... they still love you more than life itself
>you sigh, picking them up into your arms
>they stop crying
>"I'm sorry for smashing your head into the fridge, Smidget. Bit, why do you have fluffy ponies so much?"
>Bit wiggles his front legs, "Thew jus... thew so stupid! They dwown from ceiwing spwinkwers!"
>Smidget wriggles as well, "You hate dem fow dat too?"
>you smile, feeling unhinged, "See? You don't have to fight! You can be murderbuddies!"
>you all have a big group hug.