Losing Her Luster (1/3)

>”Sawah, who dis?”
>There's a weird-ass looking fluffy pony in the front passenger seat of your cousin's car.
>Why's it got wings and a horn?
>”This is Tiffany.  She's going to be your new mommy.”
>Big smile from the fluffy freak.
>”Hi Tiffn'y!  Fwuffy name Auwa!”
>”That's Aura...” Sarah translates.
>”Dat wha' Auwa say!”
>Sarah opens the door, and the fluffy hops down and waddles over to you.
>Aura is a rich golden color, with a purple mane and tail and silvery eyes.
>She hugs your black boot.
>”Tiffn'y...no talkies?” she asks, looking up and batting her long eyelashes.
“In a minute, kid.  I need to talk to Sarah first.”
>Aura lets go of your leg and waddles away a few feet.  “Okay!  Auwa wai' hewe!”
>You look over at Sarah.
“She's pretty obedient.”
>Sarah shrugs, leaning against her Porsche.
>”She's an alicorn.  They're a lot smarter than the regular fluffy.
>”Auwa am smawty!  Am goo' fwuffy!”
“What do I owe ya?”
>”Six hundred even.”
“Just take it out of my paycheck for the next few weeks.”
>She nods, her eyes darting skyward as she calculates a payment plan.
>A few seconds later, she motions for you to get in the car.
>”Whewe Tiffn'y an' Sawah go?” Aura asks.
>”We're just getting in the car.  We're not leaving.”
>”Okay!  Auwa wai' fo' hoomans!”
>Once you've gotten in and shut the door, Aura waves at you from outside.
>She remains seated, however.
“What d'ya want me to do, exactly?”
>Sarah idly checks her fingernail polish.  “I want you to find out what this thing is capable of.”
>You tilt your head.
“Is this a fluffy that can fight back?”
>She laughs briefly and smirks.  “Of course not.  I mean emotionally.  An alicorn is supposed to be a lot deeper than a regular fluffy.”
>So your cousin wants you to experiment with this thing.  Sweet.
“Why ask me?”
>She rolls her eyes and looks over at you.
>”Because you're the only one willing to do this kind of thing.”
>You can't help but smirk.
“Hey, you and Luce are almost as messed up as me.”
>Sarah folds her arms.  “Our mother never hit us with a shovel.”
“At least I got attention from mine.  How long d'ya want this to take?”
>”Lucy's just gotten a breeding pair, so you've got some time.”
“Sure ya don't wanna have this one screw?  She's a nice color.”
>”She's also barren.  Trust me, if I could get foals out of her, I would.”
“Fine.  What am I lookin' for, exactly?”
>”Lucy's handling the pregnancy part, but I want to know how they act under...less than positive circumstances before her pair bears foals.”
“You want me to fuck with her.  'Kay, I'm game.”
>”Of course you are.  I'll drop by tomorrow and see how our guinea pig is doing.”
>You nod, getting back out as Sarah does.  You both walk back over to Aura.
>”Auwa goo' fwuffy!” she chirps.
>”You certainly were.  Well...you two have fun,” Sarah grins, before getting back in her car and leaving.
>Aura follows you to the porch, her shimmering fluff waving in the hot breeze.
>”Tiffn'y, Auwa hung'y, can haf nummies pwease?” she asks as you both walk into the house.
>How polite.
“Sure, I guess can we can eat before we get started.”
>It's very quiet in the house this weekend.
>Usually, you'd have a few fluffy ponies, a pool of the condemned waiting to die for the sins of the fluffies at the shop.
>Aura waddles around, examining her surroundings curiously.
>”Fwoow sof'!  Auwa hoofies feew goo'!” she chirps happily.  “Whewe nummies, pwease?”
“Wait right here.”
>You wander into the kitchen, open the fridge, and get the first thing that you see.
>Pimento cheese.
“Hey, Aura, come in here.”
>”Auwa do wha' say!” she confirms, waddling into the kitchen with a big smile.
>You scoop out a little of the cheese onto a plate and set it down.
“Try that.”
>Aura sniffs at it before taking a small bite.
>”No wike dis...Tiffn'y pwease gif new nummies?”
>She's sitting on her haunches, looking up at you.  Even in the kitchen light, her fluff is shiny.
>You say nothing, instead folding your arms and glaring.
>Surprisingly, Aura cowers and frowns.  “No mean wook, pwease, Auwa jus' wan' new nummies...”
>Interesting.  Your regular fluffies would just keep asking for new food.
>You'll be nice for now.
“All right.  Since ya asked nicely, I'll let ya try something else.”
>There's a box of leftover pizza from last night.  Since you were going to eat it for lunch anyway, you heat it all up in the oven.
>Aura gets a small slice with the pepperoni removed; that meat would make her shit smell even worse than usual.
>Again, she sniffs at it and takes a bite.
>”Wike dis nummie!  Fank yoo, Tiffn'y!”
>She chows down, asking for another piece when she's done.
>You deny her.  She frowns and waddles over to where you're sitting, pawing on your boot.
>”Pwease?  Stiww hung'y...”
>Suddenly, her stomach gurgles.  “Uh oh!  Poopie feww!  Whewe make goo' poopies?”
>You smirk and remain silent.
>”Pwease teww!  No wan' make bad poppies!”
>She hops around on her hooves in a circle, her face panicked.  She even holds her tail down over her rear end.
>After a few more seconds, she can hold it no more and drops a pile on your kitchen floor.
>”Nuuuu!  No mean make poopies hewe!  Auwa vewy sowwy, no mean be bad!  No mean make bad poopies!”
>You watch her as she tries to nose the logs away, crying.  “Make betta!  Auwa make poopies go 'way!  Vewy sowwy!”
>She's awfully penitent – and coherent – for a fluffy pony.
>”No can make betta!” she whines, after a few moments of pushing the shit.  “No smeww pwetty!”
>She looks back up at you, her golden snout smeared with brown.  “Am vewy sowwy!”
>It looks like she honestly means it, too.
>Too bad.  You stand up and look down at her.
“This isn't where you're supposed to shit.”
>”Auwa sowwy!  No say whewe go!  Poopies no stay in!”
>You slam your fist into your open palm.
>Aura drops to her stomach and trembles, but she doesn't try to 'hide'.
>”No say whewe go, Auwa no bad fwuffy, Auwa twy be goo'...”
>Usually, you'd just get a stream of 'fwuffy sowwy'.
“Tried to be good...but didn't.”
>”Am sowwy!  Am sowwy!” she cries.  A yellow puddle appears under her back half.
>”Nuuuuuu!  Peepeee no hewe!  Why peepee?!  Sowwy!  Auwa sowwy!”
“You ain't bein' a very good fluffy, Aura.”
>”Auwa am goo' fwuffy!  Auwa no mean dis!” she replies, standing up again.
>You pound your fist again.
>”Nuuuu!” she cries, waddling around in a terrified circle, dripping piss as she goes.
“Now you're makin' a bigger mess!”
>”Sowwy!  Auwa no mean make bad peepee!”
>She stops running around and stares dumbly at the puddle, then the trail of drops she left.
>”How make betta?!  Auwa wan' make bad poopies and peepee go 'way!” she suddenly blurts out.
>She stares at them again for a brief time before wailing.
>”Auwa no can make betta...pwease no owwies...sowwy, sowwy,” she sniffles, dropping to her stomach again and staring up, pleading with her eyes.
>Alicorns sure seem to have a deeper grasp of consequences.
>You've not laid a hand on her and she's already terrified.
>Your regular fluffies, after not being punished immediately, would just think everything was fine and go play.
>Aura, however, is waiting for resolution.
>You point to the living room.
“Go back in there and wait for me.”
>She nods furiously and shuffles, in reverse, toward the doorway, only looking back periodically.
>”Auwa go, Auwa wai', be goo' fwuffy, be goo', no mo' do bad tingy...”
>Her eyes shine with fear you've not seen before in a fluffy pony.
>This is going to be a fun weekend.