Mango's Story

>Be chilling at your house, watching some Austin powers
>“Yeah baby yeah!”
>It’s dark outside, about 10pm
>While starting ‘The spy who shagged me’ (the best of the three Austin powers), can hear a whimpering in my back yard
>decide to go check it out
>Even though you were just watching Austin powers, you have a horror movie mind set
>without turning on the back porch light, you look outside and scan your backyard
>can’t see anything for shit since there’s no moon tonight
>decide “fuck being scared” and just turn on the light
>see in the middle of the yard a little dark pink ball of fluff
>thefuck.jpg
>realize it’s a fluffy pony, don’t want to go anywhere near that
>as you’re thinking to myself, you realize that the pony is crying while on its side
> you figure you should just do the right thing and see what’s up
>open the screen door and take a couple steps outside
>the fluffy turns its head, tears visibly streaming down its face
>“fwuffy tummy huwts!” it manages to say
>you notice it has a little patchy blue mane and a lot of knots in its fluff
>“Hewp make tummy no huwt no moe! Pwease!”
> You want to just leave it, but something inside you scolds you for the idea
>you ask “What’s wrong with your tummy?”
>“I ate bawd gwassies an yewwow fwowas! Make tummy stop huwting!”
>You start to realize that it’s talking about the dandelions in your backyard, which is no surprise since your yard is covered in them
>You decide to take the little shivering mess into your house and try to help it feel better

>from the looks of it, this little mare is only a few weeks old, still a filly
>your heart saddens a bit
>that night you decide to give it a bath in warm water
>the entire time it’s sobbing from the tummy ache and screaming “no bathy! Tummy huwts! Huggsies!! WAAAAAAAHHH!”
>all while you’re washing its fur, which noticeably turns several shades brighter from all the dirt being washed out
>while almost finished washing it, the fluffy pony shivers and then craps in the sink, creating a large cloud of diarrhea in the water
“Ugh, god fucking dammit!”
>this little outburst doesn’t help the situation and only makes the fluffy pony sob louder
>you realize that the diarrhea was probably from the dandelions, not the fluffy herself, though it could be both
>you feel bad and decide to just let it go, you rinse off your pony and wrap her in a warm towel
>after a little while of relaxing in the towel, the pink and blue pony seems to calm down a bit, tears still swelling in her eyes and every once in a while giving a little sniff
>you just kind of awkwardly stand there, looking at her tiny form. You only read stories about fluffy ponies, mostly about how annoying they are, and how easily they die. But you weren’t prepared for this
> “Is yew gonnaw be my new daddeh?” the pony squeeks
>you feel weird, you where never really one for pets, so you try to approach the situation with care
“No, I’m not your new daddy. I can’t be”
> “Pwease be muh new daddeh! No wanna go ouwside agan!” the pony cracks, new tears rolling down her face again
“You can stay with me, but I can’t be your daddy, ok?”

>The little ponys face lights up with joy as she squeals with as much happiness as a sick pony can, but not before having another diarrhea accident on the towel
>You quickly give her another bath, wrap her in a new towel, and put her on your lap while you watch the rest of your Austin powers movie. She falls asleep almost immediately with a content look on her face.
>You decide to name her mango.
>the next morning you are awoken by a high pitched voice
> “Daddeh wake up! Fwuffy hungy! Fwuffy hungy! Pwease stop tummy owchies!”
>you open your eyes slightly and see she’s on the verge of tears, trying desperately to wake you up
>something about this whole seen makes you chuckle as you get up
“Alright I’m up. Let’s make some spaghetti mango. That’s what your new name is now. Okay?”
>“YaaaY! Mango wuv skettie daddeh! No bad gwasses fo fwuffy.” It says gratefully.
>In its excitement, It craps diarrhea on its towel again
> “Ew! No smewl pwetty!”
>You decide to let it go one last time, after all, she’s still getting the “bawd gwasses” out of her system
>after throwing the towel in the trash, you cook up a quick cheap batch of spaghetti, put a little tomato sauce and butter on it, and before serving it to mango, tell her that if she ever poops outside the liter box, she won’t get anymore spaghetti.

> “but wat’s a wita bawx?” she cries desperately, only thinking about the part with no spaghetti
>you totally forgot that you don’t even have a liter box for her. So after a quick couple minutes of thinking, you quickly grab a stack of old books from your basement and bring mango to the toilet, showing her how to use the old books as steps.
>At first this confuses her, but the promise of more spaghetti helps motivate her to understand
>Through out the rest of the day, you show mango around your house and show her all of the rooms.
>as you’re doing this, you realize that you don’t have safety room for her, which according to the internet, is vital to a fluffy pony not killing herself.
>You decide to make one of your storage rooms the safety room, all you need to do is move out the few boxes that reside in there to the basement.
>You fill it mostly with old towels and a few pillows that you never use.
>even though it isn’t much, mango is extremely excited and tries to escape from your soft grip to lie on the pillows.
>“Daddeh, mango wansta pway on da piwwows!”
>You almost correct her by telling her that you’re not her father, but you don’t want to ruin the sweet moment

>you decide to let her go, and as soon as you do she’s already hoping gleefully from pillow to pillow babbling on about how much softer it is than grass.
>for a brief moment, you feel really proud of yourself for doing so little for this pony
>After a while of watching mango tire herself out, she quickly waddles up to you.
> “Daddeh? I know yew awnt my daddeh, but can yew be my daddeh? Pwease?”
>The way she phrased her question makes you laugh out loud for a good two minutes
> “Pwease!? Mwango pwomises to be a good fwuffy! Won’t poopie on sketties no moe!”
>You continue to laugh, this is way too cute to handle
> “I’m sowwy I poopied on yowr towewwew!”
>You’re now on the ground laughing your ass off
>Mango goes up to you and hugs your face, thinking your crying out of sadness
> “No saddy! Give huggsies to nice daddeh! Be good fwuffy mango!”
“Alright. I’ll be your dad. But only because I love you” you manage to say without choking on your laughter
>You then scoop her into your arms and make her some of your top quality spaghetti, while showing her all of your favorite cartoons.

I'm usually into the really thought out violent shit myself, but it's nice to have a sweet story sometimes.