Smidget & Bit IV

>you volunteer to help at a fluffy pony adoption center
>a ragged man with wild eyes drops off a light blue fluffy unicorn
>he is just too cute, and even seems to be more clever than the others
>less like handling a retard, more like talking to a child
>you try to find a cage that isn't too crowded
>hope he get's along with the darker pegasus
>they seem to get along through out the day
>say goodnight to the ponies who babble out their responses
>return the following morning, the pegasus with the new fluffy is dead with its face in the waterbowl
>asked what happened
>"Fwuffy pony has dwowned."

>be fluffy unicorn
>you hate them all so much
>not the masters, but their little pets
>their mewling, stupid pets
>because of them your friend had to throw you in here
>you still love him though, because he at least tried to foster your growing mind
>it's the other fluffies you hate
>even after you held that babbling idiots head in the bowl until he could annoy you no more, the chipper fools still try to play with you through the wire cage
>when the volunteer isn't watching, you huddle to the center of your prison that they won't get their stink on you
>you are Bit, and you're going to empty this place of these mistakes of nature
>you watch and wait
>it's not hard to act excited around the hapless volunteer, after all you are still a fluffy pony
>loving people is just part of what you are
>affections aside, you still have a brilliant plan
>"Jake" leaves for the night, and you undo the twist-tie they lock your cage with
>after disposing of your new roommate, a chatty grey unicorn (the water bowl is your best tool for this)
>while you haven't very great grasp of your innate magic, you can still make fire and levitate light objects
>you still need a place to live, so you discounted arson obviously
>you focus on levitating a burning wad of paper towels up to the sprinkler system
>like a cleansing rain the water falls, drenching the insipid inmates
>you have drowned over one hundred fluffy ponies
>you get back in your cage to wait for morning
>with false sadness you white pitiably "whew fwiends go?" as Jake scoops out the corpses while crying
>enjoy your few days of relative quiet until it fills up again

>Jake quits, and a girl takes his place "Katey"
>adoptions are up, but it still crowds quickly
>Kate is more diligent, and you can't find the time to drown your increasing number of cell-mates
>you are stuck in very close quarters with an orange, purple, and light blue incontinent retards
>you restrain yourself from trying to gore them with your embarrassingly blunt horn
>Kate leads a man down the aisles, and you do see a chance for escape
>she opens the cage, and you try to force your way past
>the orange one is free while you rot in your cage in the company of dullards
>before you can even break down into a fluffy depression, another man opens your cage and pulls you out...
>he grabbed two others, and your heart sank
>still, you could dispose of them easily and would just be you and your new friend
>he named you Bit, too
>you don't bother remembering the other two's names
>you don't intend for them to live long
>while your master is away, you watch television
>the twin morons are content with a ball of yarn and a wad of tin foil
>he comes home
>he says you're going to the park