The Sketties Experiment (WIP)

>Be an abus-scientist
>Need a fluffy for your "experiments"
>Search alleyways behind Italian restaurants all over town
>Eventually come across the perfect subject
>Pastel blue pegasus with a darker blue mane
>Sniffs curiously around the upturned trash bins near a back door
>"Yucky, no smeww pwitty."
>You take note of its relatively clean fluff
>Must have been recently abandoned
>You cough
>Fluffy ears perk up slightly
>"N-new fwend fow In'agow?"
>You keep your face hidden in the shadows of the alley
>Hold out a small cup of fresh spaghetti sauce
>Your own 'special recipe'
>Turn it over, it's still warm contents spilling out in front of the fluffy
>Fluffy waits expectantly for a response
>Smell hits its nose
>"Nummies!"
>Fluffy hurries over as fast as it can, nearly tripping over its little hooves
>Gobbles up the sauce off the ground, taking a few pebbles and a cigarette butt in the process
>"Mmf, tummy happy, wuv ske-"
>Fluffy collapses suddenly
>Snatch it up and drive away like the little devil you are

>Get everything set up while fluffy lies unconscious
>Twitches its hooves in sleep
>Must be dreaming about running
>You lightly place the fluffy in an old baby chair
>Place a checkered cloth over the table
>Seat yourself down in front of the fluffy
>Between you sits a large covered platter
>You flick a switch and the hanging lamp between you flips on, illuminating the table
>Looks like a scene out of a mafia movie
>You break a small tablet and hold it under the fluffy nose
>It awakens quickly
>"Wha? Wew In'gow? Ewwy, fwuffy nosie tingwy."
>Indigo
>What an odd name
>"Mistah nummies? Wew fwuffy? Wew dadee?"
>The fact that it has an owner makes the psychological part of this experiment loads easier
"I'd like to play a game with you."
>You try to show as little emotion as possible in your voice
>Must remain unbiased for science
>"Indago wuv game! Wha pway?" It gazes up at you with sparkling eyes
>You lift the cover of the dish in answer
>Underneath it lies a sizeable (by fluffy standards) mound of spaghetti
>The good stuff this time
>Don't need your subject passing out mid-experiment
>Fluffy pony's eyes grow wide at the sight
>It waggles its front hooves towards the steaming pile and nearly tips over its baby seat
>The tray of the seat secures it in place
"You won't get any if you keep struggling."
>Fluffy doesn't even hear you over its grunts of effort
>Undeterred, its wings flutter uselessly as it struggles to get out
>It babbles the entire time, spewing out about twelve different pronunciations of spaghetti
>You give it a light thwack on the nose
"Shut your mouth or I'll eat it all myself."
>This seems to calm it down a bit
>Defeated, it sits back in the chair, watery eyes gazing longingly at the pasta paradise before it
>You lean forward
>The smell is wafted into the fluffy's nose and it lets out a pitiful whine
>You briefly consider ripping its legs off
>"Why dawk?"
>You look up and realize author is closing the tab again
>Goddammmit
>He's never going to finish this