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- Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 05:08:14 No.805908
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- >be a fluffy pony
- >you scramble excitedly with the others in your cramped little cage
- >you join in the chorus of "new fwend!"
- >your feeble fluffy intellect can grasp this much: when the big door opens and you feel a rush of cool air ripple through your fur, you get more "fwends", or, one of you is taken "outside" on an "adventure" - the nice "big one" with the calm voice says so
- >you don't know what the sound means, but you think it must be wonderful
- >your "fwends" in the same cage all bunch up at the cage door, you squeeze your way to the front excitedly
- >you see three "big ones": calm-voice and two strangers
- >the smallest of the three rushes toward your cage and peers in with big blue eyes
- >one your fwends is the first to start chirping:"Pick me! Pick me!" and soon all of you are babbling that or "pway! pway!" "hungwey time nao?" - a set repetoire of babbling that's learned in the cages and passed on from generation to generation ensues
- >over all the excitement you hear a wonderfully bright sound: "Oh Dad! I don't know which one to choose!"
- >Then, suddenly "Just hurry up and choose one, dammit!" - A harsh and scary noise!
- >you and your fwends all jump back in alarm; you are not the only one to let out a little yelp of fright
- >"We haven't got all day, and I have to get you back to your mother's by three!" it thunders
- >you all cower, hugging eachother in a back corner; each trying to squeeze in as far back as possible to hide from the "scawey noise"
- >you bury your face in a fwend's orange fluff to try and hide from the sound
- >"Please sir, do lower your voice. Fluffy ponies can be very sensitive to shouting." - The calm one
- >your little ears prick up and you risk a glance: the cage door is open and the nice calm one is half turned, talking to huge big one
- >"Ahh! Whatever! Just hurry up Anon, so we can go already!" - it's the scawey noise! It's coming from the really big one!
- >you're about to bury you face in the fluff again when you hear the βbrightβ sounding one
- >"There's so many! Hmmm..."
- >you delight at the resonating sound and you don't feel scared anymore
- >you see the face of the smaller one; it's smiling
- >you feel calm - the "scawey noise" all but forgotten - your excitement begins to build again
- >your horn begins to tingle
- >a pale blue glow bathes the shadow of the cave in faint illumination
- >"Wow!" - you push yourself out of the mass of quivering, whimpering fluff - it's a nice sound; you want to get closer!
- >"Yes, the unicorn variant can do that; they were designed to glow in the dark, but it seems instead to only activate according to their mood" - the calm one.
- >It reaches in a hand and grabs you, but you're too excited to be scared so you squirm only in excitement and not to get away
- >"Here, you can hold her if you'd like."
- >the calm one pulls you out and plops you into a pair of smaller, warm cupped hands
- >you look up into a beaming face
- >you feel so happy!
- >"Whoa!" - your horn got really bright for a moment; you have to close your eyes - it fades, you open them again
- >"I really wanted one with wings, my friend Jake has one..." the smile fades, and so does yours - you can, in some simple way sense some kind of hesitation, but you can't understand it
- >"But... blue's my favourite color! I'll take her!" the one holding you turns its face to the calm one
- >you squeak a hesitant,"fwend?"
- >the smiling face turns back to you and says: "Yes! Friend!"
- >you feel yourself suddenly lifted closer to the face and nuzzled against it
- >you're feel so happy! You try to hug the face but your stubby, furry little leggies can't reach very far
- >the face laughs; you chirp happily "fwend! fwend!"
- >"Alright, Anon, let's go!" - the scawey one!
- >you squeak in fright mid-"fwend" and try to bury yourself into the brightly coloured, but thin, "fur" of the "smiling one" - quivering all the while
- >"Aww, it's okay" - it croons to you, giving you a few reassuring pats
- >you look up at its smiling face and feel calm again
- >you feel movement; and soon you reach the "door"
- >the stirring of a thought begins to glimmer in your little mind, linked to a sound which you only half understand but which nevertheless makes you excited: Adventure!
- >you forget about your "fwends" in the cage fast disappearing behind you - their cries of "new fwend! new fwend!" "bai bai!" are silenced when the door closes on the only home you've ever known
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