Lavandar 1

>Be a first-time fluffy owner
>Fluffy just might also be a foal
>After working at your sandwich shop for a while and finally making a comfortable situation for yourself, you caved and bought one of the buggers
>He's pretty cute, a light-purple coat with a white mane lined by darker purple and blue hues respectively
>Didn't speak at the shelter, not a single "New fwen'?" or "pway wif fwuffy hooman!", not even the smallest "Hewwo" when you picked him up
>Sure smelled a whole lot better than the other babbling rabble
>Those baby-blue sky eyes might've played a part in his adoption, too
>You're kind of a softy, by the way
>Make it home, open cage and let the little guy out
>He sniffs around cutely before walking out
>He adorably jumps at the sound of his little hoof hitting the hard floor
>HNNG.jpeg
>Start considering names for him
>want something original that doesn't sound totally gay
>Watch him slide around on the floor, hardly able to keep his balance
>He stars cooing in equal parts terror and delight
>Pick him up and start showing him around the house
>This is going to be a beautiful relationship, little fluffy

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>Later that night, decide to let him sleep on your bed with you
>Against what the fluffy forums said about foals, this little purple nugget's been a gem
>Pooped in the litterbox
>Wasn't obnoxious with his toys
>Hell, he didn't even speak a single word all day
>That was a little unsettling, looking back actually
>Sitting in bed, looking at the little purple ball by your side
"You're quiet, aren't bothered by much, just kinda flow with the wind, and"
>You tousle his mane
"Are pretty adorable. I'll name you... Lavander, like the flower!"
>Lavander turns his head sharply at you
>His eyebrows are narrowed
"Weww fak you too, faget"
>Taken aback is an understatement
"Wha-what?"
"Oh yeah, showe, just becawse a fwuffy is adawabuh yoo can ged away wif' namin him somefing TOTAWEE GAY as faking [i]Wavandar[/i]"
>Quiet as a mouse all day, and now this?
"Well, would you like me to call you something else?"
>Get slapped by a marshmallow hoof
"Da fak hooman? Don't yoo read the fowums? Fwuffy name is fwuffy name untiw fewal! Hooman da cwux of da fwuffy name!"
>He glares at you again with those sparkling eyes
>The slap didn't hurt by any means, but it was suprising
"Wavander isn't weaving, by da way, hooman. I wike dose cwem-boolays too much"
>Curse your innate sense of cooking
"Now wen we go to pawk? Otha fwuffy say 'Hewwo new fwen! I'm Fwuffawufagus da ninth! What new fwen's name?' I should say 'Fwuffy named Bitch' becawse das obviouswy what I am too yoo"
"Wike, weawwy! Nu 'Weginawd' ow 'Thor' ow even faking 'Twavis'? '[b]WAVANDAR[/b]'?!?"
>He rubs his little temples with his hooves
"Wook, I had a wong day pwaying wif bwocks, chasing my taiw, and wooking at dat otha fwuffy that wooks like me in da baffwoom, so maybe I'm just tiwed"
>He pulls the covers over him and turns away from me
"We'ww tawk in da mowning, hooman"
>reaches for the light with his hoof
>Stubby leg can't reach
"...wittle hewp?"
>Flick it off for him
>Awkward darkness
"Goodnight... Lavander"
"Fak yoo hooman"