On the road to nowhere

>You hate yourself.
>Can your life get any lower?
>You have no job, no friends, just a woman on her own.
>You had a decent living but things just went wrong somehow.
>Everything you had is gone.
>You have taken to wondering the roads in destitute.
>Where did it go wrong?
>You want to turn your life around but how can you pick yourself up when you hate yourself.
>”hewp!”
>What was that?
>”Hewp!”
>Seems like something is in trouble in the woods.
>You walk out to see what it is.
>”Hewp! Fwuffy in twouble!”
>It is one of those fluffy ponies you have been hearing about.
>This one has got caught in a thorn bush and can’t free himself.
>He sees you walking up, “Ahhhh! Dun hewt fwuffy!”
>He starts to cover his eyes and cowers.
>You ignore his fear and walk up to him.
>You look at the thorns and gently pull them away freeing the trapped fluffy.
>”It’s OK now sweety, you’re free.”
>He stops shaking and looks back at the bush to check.
>He jumps at you and hugs your leg, “Fank yoo. Yoo safe fwuffy!”
>You smile at the ball of fluff, he is adorable.
>He is a steel gray Pegasus with an almost golden mane and green eyes.
>He seems content and cooing.
>He steps back with a contorted look on his face, “Nuuu! Fwuffy feel big poopies.”
>Big poopies? What does that mean?
>He lets out a stream of poop that flies all over the bush and make the area rancid.
>He falls down and starts to cry, “Fwuffy sowwy, pwease dun hewt fwuffy!”
>”I’m not going to hurt you.” You see he has messed his backside.
>”But you do need to be cleaned, there is a creek over there.”
>You gently push it to the water, “Nuuuu! Wah wah bad fo fwuffy! Fwuffy scawed!”
>”Its ok, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
>You pick up the soiled fluffy and wash it off making sure to keep its head above the water.
>When you’re done he looks like a limp wash rag from his mid-section back.
>He is shivering, “Fwuffy poopie and pee pee pwace cowd… why fwuffy cowd?”
>You pick it up and hold it to your body to warm him up.
>”Fank yoo. Yoo nice to fwuffy.”
>He smiles and nuzzles against you.
>You feel good about yourself, better than you have in a long time.
>After he is dry you stand up and walk away, “You are better now, stay out of trouble.”
>He follows you, “Nuuu! Fwuffy wan stay wif mammeh!”
>You stop, “You want to stay with me?”
>It has been so long since you felt anything wanted you around.
>It looks at you with sad eyes.
>”Ok, you can stay with me.” You head back to the road.
>”Yay! Fwuffy haf mommeh!” He says trotting behind you.
>He starts to sing in off beat out of tune sounds.
>”What mammeh name?” He asks jumping around you.
>You smile down, “Trixie.”
>”Yay! Fwuffy wub twicky mommeh!” He starts singing your name.
>You feel much better about yourself now.
>You can pick yourself up.
>You were on top once, you’ll be there again.
>Thanks to how this fluffy makes you feel you know.
>You know you’ll be great and powerful again!