Repetita iuvant

“You’re the worst fluffy I’ve ever seen. You’d probably deserve a beating with a sorry stick, but you’re so dumb it’s not worth the effort”.
>The stray pegasus fluffy in the cardboard box was probably light blue with a violet mane once. Now his fluff is encrusted with poo and dirt, so he stinks like hell.
>And he’s bawling his eyes out.
“F-fwuffy gud fwuffy! No dum’! No bad! Fwuffy no wan’ sowwy stick, wan’ mistah be new dahdeh! P-pwease wuv fwuffy!”
>You laugh.
“I hope you die soon, you little piece of shit”.
>You exit the alley, leaving the crying fluffy behind. You keep you ears cocked for a couple of minutes until the sobbing dies down, turning into quiet and inane chirping.
>You nonchalantly approach the cardboard box.
>The fluffy looks at you with a crooked, hopeful smile and big puppy eyes.
“Hi mistah! Fwuffy hungwy and cowd! Gif nummies and huggies pwease?”
>You somehow manage to keep a straight face.
“Sure, buddy! You’ll be my fluffy, okay?”
>The pegasus stares at you in disbelief. His totally useless wings start to buzz in happiness.
“Weally?! Be fwuffy new daddy?!”
>He starts jumping and babbling in joy. He obviously trips after a couple of seconds, but then he sits on his dirty ass and lifts his front hooves towards you, waiting to be picked up.
“Fwuffy wuv new dahdeh!”
>You start laughing.
“Well, I don’t. I hate you, you worthless shitcannon”.
>He doesn’t seem to understand at first.
“Dahdeh n-no… wuv fwuffy?”
“I wouldn’t love you to save my life. You are a horrible, retarded, disgusting vermin. That’s why your mother left you here alone”.
>Oh, yeah. You played the mommy card. Always works.
“Nuuuuuuuu! M-momma wuv f-fwuffy! Momma j-jus’ wong sweep!”
>You smirk.
“She’s not dead, dumbass. I met her yesterday. She told me you are the stupidest son she’s ever had. She told me…”. Dramatic pause. “…you were a dumb baby”.
>The fluffy’s eyes are round and big as quarters.
“N-nuuu… M-mumma… Pwease, fwuffy gud bahbeh… P-pwease mumma, wuv fwuffy…”.
>It seems you made him revert to foal state. He thinks he’s talking with his mother now.
“Go to hell, asshole”.
>Standing outside the alley, you wait until the fluffy’s speech becomes cheerful and idiotic again.
>It took him five or six minutes to forget the trauma. Must be some kind of record.
>When you get closer to the box, the pegasus is talking to his pathetic excuses for wings, telling them how much he loves them.
>The moment he sees you, he starts waving at you.
“Hi nice hooman! Fwuffy hewe! Fwuffy wan’ pway and nummies! Pwease be dahdeh?”
>You sigh.
>This is really too easy of a game.