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- >Sitting at the bustop, waiting for a bus.
- >Blue fluffy pony comes out of nearby bushes.
- >Spots you and runs up to you.
- >"New fwend?"
- >You ignore it. Try not to look at it.
- >"New fwend?"
- >Don't... look...
- >"New fwend?"
- >It's sitting on your foot.
- >"New fwend, pwese? Pway?"
- >Groan. Knock it off your shoe. Fluffy pony lands on its feet and laughs.
- >"Pway toss! Fwuffy wuv pwayin' toss!"
- >"I'm not playing with you..."
- >Crap. You spoke to it. Now you're fucked until the bus gets here.
- >"New fwend!" it cheers. "New fwend big! Foodies?"
- >Fluffy pony somehow climbs onto the bustop bench.
- >Stands right next to you, smiling at you.
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- >"Fwend have foodies? Fwuffy hungwy."
- >"No, no food. Go away."
- >"Fwuffy babehs hungwy too."
- >You glance at the fluffy pony. It looks male.
- >"Where are the babies?" you ask, because you've got nothing else to do.
- >"Home! Babehs home wid mumma!"
- >You look around. Didn't he come out of the bushes?
- >"Where is home?"
- >"Fwuffy show fwend!" it coos. Pulls your arm with its front paws.
- >"No, I'm waiting for a bus."
- >"Home wight ower der!" Fluffy leaps off bench and goes to a stack of garbage cans. He disappears inside a big cardboard box.
- >You look down street. Bus nowhere in sight. Fine, quick look.
- >Walk over to box. Fluffy pony pops back out. "Wook inside, fwend! Ssh! Babehs are sweeping!"
- >You peer inside. A round pink fluffy pony mare is clearly dead. The color's gone from her face.
- >Huddled in her fluff, two foals are barley visible. They look alive.
- >"Mummah sweepy," the blue colt whispers. "Mummah sweep after pooping babehs. S'ill no wake upsies."
- >Your heart lurches. God these things are pathetic.
- >"Are you the father?" you ask.
- >Blue fluffy pony doesn't seem to understand. "Sweepy fwuffy is mummah. Babehs come from mummah's bottom."
- >Ugh. You can't leave them to starve. This is just heartwrenching.
- >You look at your watch. Bus is ten minutes late anyway. Your plans can wait.
- >"Do you... want to live in my house?"
- >"New home? New home for fwuffy?"
- >"You and the babies."
- >"New home for fwuffies and babehs!" Blue yells in his excitement.
- >Foals wake up and cry for hugs. Blue runs over and cuddles with them.
- >"Babehs hungwy! Mummah, wake upsies! Babehs hungwy!"
- >god thatssad.gif
- >"Alright, fluffies, let's go."
- >Got fluffy ponies in your arms, foals carefully nuzzled in Blue's fluff.
- >"Wait, fwend!" Blue gasps. "Forgot mummah fwuffy!"
- >"Mummah?" one of the foals mewls. "Mummah. Wan' mummah!"
- >You can't tell them right now.
- >"I'll come back for her later."
- >Blue accepts this. "Fwuffy hungwy! New home?"
- >You nod and start walkng. "New home."
- Part 2
- >Start thinking of names for your fluffies as you walk in the door.
- >God, what a weird thought. They're your fluffies. Not the pests in the alleyway.
- >They're yours. Your pets. Your responsibility until they inevitably get themselves mutilated somehow.
- >You put down the Blue fluffy pony and two baby foals as careful as you can.
- >They roll about on the hardwood floor.
- >You think of a nice, simple name. Something a fluffy pony can pronounce.
- >"Fluffy, your name can be Max."
- >Blue looks up ecstatically. "Fwuffy name Max?"
- >Just as you nod, the red foal poops on the floor and mewls a bit.
- >Predictable.
- >"No smew pwetty!" Max whines. He ignores the foals and keeps following you to the kitchen.
- >"Max hungwy! Fwend, Max hungwy!"
- >You blink. "What do fluffy ponies eat?"
- >"Foodies! Fwuffy wan' foodies!"
- >"Yeah, but... what foodies?"
- >Max's eyes go wide. "Max gets ta' choose?" He starts bouncing up and down.
- >"Sgetties! Sgetties! Max wan' sgetties! Fwuffy wan' sgetties!"
- >You can hear the foals sobbing on the floor.
- >Rush back in, didn't think they'd get too far.
- >Can't even walk, too tired, or too hungry.
- >"Sgetties?" the foals mewl helplessly. "Mummah? Sgetties. Mummah?"
- >Max looks at you oddly. "Where mummah? Babehs hungwy! Need mummah, fwend!"
- >You're still not ready to tell them.
- >You make some preperations for your new pets.
- Part 3
- >You coax your sister into dropping off a litter box, a large pet bed, and a few plush toys.
- >Meanwhile, you cook a huge batch of spaghetti. Melt some butter on it, and serve on a plastic plate.
- >"Sgetties!" Max coos happily. "Max wuv new fwend! Fwend wuv fwuffy?"
- >You groan. "Sure."
- >Max splats his face straight into the pasta.
- >You carefully scoot the foals foward, and help the noodles get to their mouths.
- >You just noticed the pink foal has tiny wings. They flap happily as she eats.
- >Finally, they've stopped crying for their mother and food.
- >You set up a 'saferoom' like your sister insisted on.
- >Completely clear out a walk-in closet, only had junk in it anyway.
- >Set up the bed and litterbox, and toss the plush toys inside.
- >Max and the unnamed foals finish the spaghetti shockingly fast.
- >You park them in the room and explain.
- >"This is your saferoom. You sleep in here, you poop and pee in here...."
- >On cue, Max pees on the floor.
- >You groan again. "In the box! In the litterbox! That's where you pee and poop."
- >Max looks confused. "Haf'ta poopie in box? Why?"
- >"Cus otherwise your saferoom won't smell pretty."
- >You can't believe you just said that, but it gets the message in.
- >"Okay! Max poopy and peepee in box!"
- >"And help the babies get in until they're big enough."
- >Okay!" Max immediately scoops up the foals and drops them in the box.
- >They roll around in the litter, babbling incoherently.
- >"Right..." you shrug. "Well, I guess that's kind of it..."
- >"Pway!" Max bounces. "Fwend pway wif' Max? Pway, pwese?"
- >You're already exhausted. "How about hide and seek."
- >Max's eyes beam. "Yeah! Dat game! Wanna pway dat!"
- >"Okay, you stay in here. And I'll go find you. Might take a while"
- >"Okay!" Max grins excitedly.
- >You shut the door and take a nap.
- Part 4
- >Three weeks later.
- >Max is well adjusted to his new home. Still calls you "fwend" instead of "daddy."
- >Both foals turned out to be female.
- >Named the pink pegasus Gumdrop, and the red earth pony Cherry.
- >Be relaxing in back yard, trying to interweb on laptop.
- >Fluffy ponies are playing in grass.
- >You've recieved almost no helpful info from the internet.
- >Look up what fluffy ponies like to eat, you get spaghetti recipes and nothing else.
- >Look up what fluffy ponies do for fun, find rule 34's of fluffy ponies.
- >Look up how long fluffy ponies live, nobody knows. Record is a few years, before dying horribly. No pony has ever been obserbed dying of old age.
- >Look up fluffy pony care methods, only find extermination methods....
- >Fluffy ponies are frollicking in grass.
- >Suddenly a squirrel shows up.
- >"New fwend?" Cherry coos. "Pway?"
- >"New fwend!" Gumdrop dashes over. The squirrel bolts through the grass and around the yard.
- >Fluffy ponies chase it relentlessly. They laugh and giggle and think they're playing tag.
- >Squirrel leaps onto brick wall. Suddenly a stray cat swoops out of nowhere and catchs the squirrel.
- >Fluffy ponies gasp. "New fwend?" Max says hesitantly.
- >The cat rips into the squirrel for meat.
- >"Munstah huwt fwend!" Cherry cries.
- >You've had your eye on the cat. Those things know fluffies are easier prey than squirrels.
- >"No!" Gumdrop wails. "No huwt fwend! Hewp, daddy!"
- >Gumdrop poops in her confusion, and looks even more fearful.
- >"Daddy, Gumdwop sowwy! Accident, daddy! No time-out, pwese!"
- >You don't let the fluffies poop in the yard. They spend a lot of time in the grass, and you don't want it getting in thier fluff.
- >"It's okay, sweety," you sigh. "Just don't sit in it!"
- >"Fwend!" Max calls out. "Munstah has fwend! Hewp, fwend?"
- >"It's not a monster. It's a cat." Should you be saying that? To them it's still very dangerous.
- >"Fluffies, come inside. It's lunch time."
- >"Nummies!" "Foodies!" "Wunchtime!"
- >They forget all about the squirrel in a heartbeat.
- Part 5
- >Lunch time. Be eating sandvich while fluffy ponies eat fluffy chow.
- >"Wan' sgetties..." Max complains. He's the picky eater. "Sgetties, fwend? Pwese?"
- >"No sgetties today. Only on weekends."
- >Max seems mature for a fluffy, but still has no concept of time.
- >"But Max wuv sgetties. Chow boring..."
- >You laugh. "Yeah, so are sandwiches..."
- >"Hey!" Max whines. "My foodies!"
- >Look up, see Cherry's eaten all her chow, and is now gobbling up Max's food. Again.
- >"Cherry!" You swoop over and snatch her up.
- >"Hugs!" Cherry beams, chow all over her muzzle. "Wuv you daddy!"
- >"No hugs!" You carry her down the hall. "Time out! I told you to stop eating other fluffy's food!"
- >Cherry's eyes water. "No! No time out! Fwuffy hungwy! Pwese, daddy!"
- >"You already ate your whole bowl of food and half of Max's. You'll live."
- >"No time out!" she bawls. "No!"
- >You open up the broom closet and plop her in a wooden box. It's just big enough that she can't get out. There's a litter box inside of it.
- >Fluffies know they get double-time out if they poop outside the litter box out of anger.
- >"You can come out in an hour," you say, plopping the miserable red fluffy pony in the box.
- >"Daddy! Chewwy sowwy! Pwese! Chewwy tummy hungwy!"
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- >You turn on the closet light, and shut the door to the sound of her sobbing.
- >Go back to kitchen, Max and Gumdrop have finished their food, and they both run up to you.
- >"Gumdwop s'ill hungwy, daddy!" "Max hungwy! Sgetties now?"
- >You blink. They're still hungry too? Maybe you need to start feeding them more.
- >You think of Cherry, having snuck food just from a chronically unfilled belly.
- >You feel a little wrong, but you can't go back now and undo the lesson.
- >"Alright," you nod. "From now on, you guys get more food."
- >"Fwuffy wuv daddy!" "Max get more foodies now?"
- Part 6
- >Be watching Max play with Cherry and Gumdrop.
- >Can't decide if he's more of a big brother or father figure to them.
- >Not even sure if he is their biological father.
- >Not sure if it matters with fluffy ponies. The only relationship they acklnowegde is mother to foal.
- >Siblings: nonexistent. Fathers: nonexistent. It's just mummahs and babehs.
- >"Wook!" Max chimes at the window. "Biwdies! Wook!"
- >Cherry and Gumdrop both coo at the sight of crows on the powerlines.
- >Gumdrop is flapping her wings like crazy. She bounces a little, and barely hovers.
- >Maybe she's a little chubby, or her wings are too small.
- >Or maybe pegasus fluffies are always flightless. You've never actually seen a fluffy fly.
- >"Wan' fwy!" Gumdrop sings excitedly. "Daddy, Gumdwop wan' fwy wike biwdies!"
- >"Yeah!" Cherry joins. "Chewwy wan' fwy too! Daddy, daddy, wan' fwy!"
- >Gumdrop laughs and nuzzles Cherry's side. "No wingies, siwwy! Chewwy neva fwy!"
- >You roll your eyes. Hear it comes.
- >Cherry bursts into tears.
- >"Daddy!" Cherry sobs. "Gumdwop say Chewwy neva fwy!"
- >You walk up to them and give Cherry a big hug. How do you explain this one?
- >"Well," you start. "Gumdrop has wings. You don't. But I don't think either of you will fly."
- >Cherry's just crying harder, and now Gumdrop looks like she'll join her.
- >God you're bad at this...
- >Max wraps his hooves around Gumdrop. "No sad! Huggies for Gumdwop!"
- >"It's nothing personal," you shrug. "It's just... fluffies don't fly. Maybe hover, but not fly."
- >Max gives Gumdrop and extra long hug. And when you let Cherry go, he hugs her too.
- >That'a boy, Max.
- >"If Gumdwop fwies," the pink pegasus sniffles, "get sgetties for pwize?"
- >You smile. "Let's have spaghetti right now."
- >And their worries are gone for another day.
- Part 7
- >"Fwend, wook!" Max jumps in front of the backyard door.
- >"Munstah has fwuffy! Fwuffy need hewp!"
- >You glance out glass door.
- >HOLY crap a bird is pecking at a fluffy pony in your backyard!
- >Run outside. Shoo bird away. Look down at miserable sight.
- >A yellow fluffy pony is dying at your feet.
- >Covered in cuts, wounds, bleeding quickly.
- >Wrap her in shirt and run inside.
- >Max, Cherry and Gumdrop sit outside bathroom door while you try to keep fluffy alive.
- >"New fwend?" "New fwend huwt?" "Daddy, fwuffy need hugsies! Fwuffy sad!"
- >Yellow fluffy pony finds the energy to wail miserably as you clean wounds with alcohol.
- >The others keep babbling. "Fwuffy huwt! Daddy! Why no huggiess?"
- >Yellow fluffy is female. Maybe Max's age. Hard to tell. Lot of fluff torn off.
- >You've done what you can.
- >Bundle her in clean blanket, let her relax on couch.
- >"New...Daddy...?" she mewls, finally speaking.
- >By sunset, she's eating cooked carrots and spaghetti.
- >Looks like you have a new addition to the family.
- Part 8
- >Max likes to draw. Unfortunately, he only draws things you'd rather not display.
- >Gumdrop taking a poopy. Cherry crying in time out. You cutting yourself while shaving...
- >And now, you have a crayon drawing of Buttercup getting attacked by a bird....
- >Great...
- >"Buttacup no wike!" she predictably cries upon seeing the horrid reminder.
- >"Max dwaw for you!" Max argues. "Is dwawing for Buttacup!"
- >"Buttacup no wike! Daddy! Daddy!"
- >You thought Cherry and Gumdrop were a handful...
- >Buttercup is terrified of... everything. Even for a fluffy pony, she is a walking nervous wreck.
- >She's afraid of the fridge, even when it's closed.
- >She's afraid of the television, and sobs when she sees it on.
- >She's horrified of Gumdrop when she manages to hover for a few seconds.
- >To top it off, she always, ALWAYS has a good amount of poop ready to unleash when she's scared by something.
- >Bright light turns on too quickly? *Squeak!* *Splat!*
- >She hasn't taken a step outside since the attack.
- >She watches from behind the sliding glass door as the others play in the grass.
- >Buttercup sure isn't afraid of you though.
- >"Daddy, I wuv you!" she says at every turn.
- >"I love you, too, buttercup."
- >"Daddy...."
- >"Yes?"
- >"I ... uhm... I wuv you!" she giggles happily.
- >She's adorable, and precious, but I consider giving her up. Not in a box like I found the others, but to a good home. Or a shelter, even.
- >Buttercup is a huge leap forward in caretaking compared to the others.
- >They're almost what you'd call confident and housebroken. A couple accidents, a couple fits or fights, sure.
- >But Buttercup's a paranoid, walking poop machine.
- >"Daddy, daddy!" she coos.
- >"You love me?"
- >"I wuv you, daddy!"
- Part 9
- >You've decided the extra work is worth it. Buttercup can stay.
- >Max treats her just like he cared for the foals on day one.
- >Every time she cries or panics, he hugs her.
- >Every time she poops herself and makes a mess, he calms her down.
- >Buttercup didn't just come from a traumatic event, she came from a traumatic home.
- >When you first had to give her a time out (after she borrowed Gumdrop's ball without permission and lost it), she had a panic attack.
- >"No sowry stick! No, daddy! No huwt fwuffy, pwese! Fwuffy sowwy! Fwuffy sowwy! No sowry stick! No huwt fwuffy!"
- >It wrecked your heart to lock her in the time out box.
- >You googled 'sorry stick,' and realized how disturbing some fluffy pony's lives can end up being.
- >After time out, Buttercup had filled the entire time out box with urine and poop.
- >You knew it wasn't out of spite, so you didn't extend the punishment.
- >You hugged her, and told her you loved her, and that you would never, ever hurt her.
- >She finally stopped crying.
- >Buttercup took a few steps outside later that day.
- Part 10
- >It finally happened....
- >You weren't prepared for it. You let your guard down after all these months.
- >When you first brought them in, you said you'd care for your fluffy ponies.
- >And if they died, they died. That's what fluffy ponies do better than anything else. They die.
- >But this... came out of nowhere too quickly.
- >Gumdrop jumped off the top of the stairs, trying to fly.
- >Crashed, smashed her head, bled out.
- >Max, Cherry and Buttercup spent three hours trying to hug her back to health before you got home.
- >They still don't understand what happened.
- >Come home to Max frantically waiting at the door.
- >"Fwend!" he cries. "Gumdwop los' her boo-boo-juice. No be angwy at her..."
- >Run into next room and see the truth. Cherry and Buttercup's fluff are soaked with drying blood.
- >Gumdrop's head is shattered, and they're still trying to hug her.
- >"Gumdwop, arms gettin' tiwed!" Cherry complains. "You s'ill need hugs?"
- >Break down sobbing.... Fluffy ponies forget about their sister and start hugging you now.
- >"Daddy sad? Hugs?" "Hugs make daddy better?"
- >A bottle of wine and a quick burial later, what's done is done.
- >"Fwend?" Max asks me the next day. "Wen is Gumdwop comin' back?"
- >"She's not, Max. She died. Remember?"
- >"Gumdwop huwt her head," he nods. "Lose boo-boo-juice. Gumdwop better yet?"
- >"No. She's never going to be better."
- >"... When?"
- >"Max, go play with Cherry and Buttercup."
- >"Okay..."
- >In a few weeks, you'd think Buttercup and Cherry completely forgot Gumdrop even existed.
- >Max.... He keeps staring at the spot where it happened....
- Part 11
- >It's been a whole year since you brought Max and the two foals into your home.
- >There have been close calls, but Max and Cherry are healthy as ever.
- >Buttercup is slowly getting over her more irrational fears.
- >She even frolics in the grass with the others if you promise to stay right next to her.
- >One day, you hear both Buttercup and Max mention "special hugs."
- >You regret not looking that one up online.
- >A week later, Buttercup is bloating and you realize more foals are joining the family.
- >Two weeks later, Buttercup is so round she literally can't walk.
- >Max and Cherry take turns rolling her around gently like a big balloon.
- >"Buttercup gonna be a mummah!" she sings all day. "I wuv babehs! I wuv you, daddy!"
- >You've already got the bedding and food bowls prepared for three more foals.
- >Max sits next to you on the couch one afternoon, and he looks just like he did when he approached you on the bustop bench.
- >"Daddy? Babehs, soon?" Max asks you.
- >"That's right. You'll be a daddy soon."
- >He looks confused. "No... babehs! Buttacup is mummah. Babehs soon, wight daddy?"
- >You give him a good hug. "Yes, Max. Soon. Very soon."
- End.
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