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- >It took her until evening to fully relax, but now Aura is playing with the toys you keep for your regular fluffies.
- >Watching her amuse herself with the blocks is fascinating.
- >”Bwockie go on bwockie! Bwockie go high! Bwockies!”
- >Sure, you punished her for shitting on your kitchen floor.
- >It didn't involve any physical blows, though.
- >All it took was showing her and then calling the aluminum bat 'sorry stick'.
- >She cowered in the corner behind the TV for hours.
- >She would call out from behind it.
- >”Pwease no sowwy stick!”
- >You made no effort to actually strike her with it, of course.
- >That bat, in your hands, would annihilate the little shit machine.
- >Once Aura gathered the courage to come out, and you didn't hit her, she started to go about her fluffy business.
- >With one important difference: before she did anything, she asked.
- >”Auwa can go dere?”
- >”Auwa can haf nappies?”
- >”Auwa can go make goo' poopies?”
- >Yes, she actually asked you for permission to shit in the litterbox.
- >Like a regular fluffy, though, the happier she becomes, the worse her memory gets.
- >”Bwockies!”
- >She sits near the wall and makes a racket, clacking the plastic cubes together.
- >You can hardly hear the TV.
- >Instead of intervening right away, you wait to see if she'll realize her error.
- >Ten minutes pass with no such luck.
- >You grab the bat from beside you on the couch and start smacking it into your open palm.
- >At first, the noise blends in with the clacking, but Aura stops once she hears it.
- >”Wha dat...” she trails off in mid-inquiry, turning around. “Nuuuuuuuu! Auwa sowwy!”
- “Why are ya sorry?”
- >Her tears seem to interrupt themselves as she tries to think. “No...no am suwe, bu' am vewy sowwy!”
- >Cute. She's apologizing for the sake of apologizing.
- “Stop bein' so noisy with your blocks.”
- >She tilts her head, taking a few seconds to process that. “Auwa sowwy...”
- >She resumes stacking her blocks, but is suddenly as quiet as a church mouse.
- >”Bwockie go high...” she whispers.
- >These things are obedient. Too damn obedient.
- >Let's see if she's still a picky eater.
- “Ya hungry?”
- >She puts the blocks aside and turns to you, nodding meekly. “Gif nummies pwease?”
- “Wait here.”
- >You get up and go find the bag of fluffy chow, which is what all of your regular fluffies usually eat.
- >After scrounging around for a dish and filling it, you bring it back and set it on the living room carpet.
- “Try that.”
- >Aura waddles over cautiously, taking a sniff at the pellets. She eats one.
- >”N-no wike dis nummies,” she whispers, glancing between you and the bat.
- “Eat them anyway.”
- >You expect a tantrum, but instead she dips her snout back into the bowl.
- >”Auwa ea' yicky nummies, pwease no sowwy stick...”
- >She cleans out the bowl and steps back, frowning and making faces.
- >”Auwa do wha' say, am goo' fwuffy?”
- “Yeah, good fluffy.”
- >”Auwa can go pway bwockies?”
- “Go ahead.”
- >She does just that, waddling back to the blocks and stacking them – very quietly.
- >After a few minutes of this, you get bored. It's time for a little fun.
- “Aura, come here.”
- >She looks very nervous as she toddles over to your legs.
- >”Auwa no wou'...pwease no sowwy stick...”
- >You pick her up and set her in your lap.
- >Pretty heavy for a fluffy pony. She's trembling a little, too.
- >Sarah said she couldn't have kids...
- >Time to see just how emotional these things are.
- “Aura, d'ya want babies some day?”
- >Like almost every mare, she perks up at that word.
- >”Auwa wan' babehs! Wuv an' hug babehs, gif nummies an' wuv!”
- “So, why don't ya have any babies?”
- >She wilts suddenly, her lips in a deep frown.
- >”Daddy say Auwa babeh pwace no wowk, no can haf babehs...”
- >Then she perks up again.
- >”Den daddy say if Auwa bes' fwuffy, maybe can haf babehs! Babehs fo' goo' fwuffy!” she cheers lightly, doing a little jig in your lap.
- >A smile creeps onto your face.
- “But ya weren't the best fluffy. Ya shit on my floor.”
- >She begins to shake harder as she places her forelegs on your chest.
- >”Bu' Auwa no mean to! Auwa say vewy sowwy!”
- “Best fluffies don't shit on their mommy's floors, Aura.”
- >”Tiffn'y no say whewe make goo' poopies!”
- “Then ya hold it until I do!”
- >”Bu' no can do dat! Poopies huwt! Haffa make poopies o' tummy owwies!”
- >You can actually carry on an argument with these things.
- “That doesn't matter. You'll never get babies now, since ya were a bad fluffy.”
- >She begins to weep bitterly. “No mean to! Wan' babehs! Auwa goo' fwuffy!”
- “Too late now.”
- >She collapses into your lap and sobs, her hooves covering her eyes.
- >Her stubby little wings flap as she cries.
- >”W-w-wan' babehs, wan' be mumma, Auwa goo' fwuffy, Auwa vewy sowwy...”
- >You don't offer her any reassurances.
- >Because of your silence, her sobbing gets worse.
- >”Why Auwa no haf babehs? Auwa a'ways twy be goo' fwuffy! Auwa neva gif owwies!”
- >You just sit there and smile with your hands at your side.
- >”Auwa sowwy, babehs...”
- >She's finally stopped sobbing, although she continues to sniffle as she stands up and looks at you.
- >”Tiffn'y...Auwa sowwy be bad fwuffy...”
- >You're about to say something, but can't before she continues.
- >”Auwa...Auwa bad fwuffy. Wan'...wan' sowwy stick.”
- >You grin at her.
- “Ya want the sorry stick?”
- >”Auwa bad fwuffy, babehs no wuv Auwa. Sowwy stick fo' bad fwuffy,” she says quietly, crawling off your lap.
- >She grabs the knob of the bat and begins dragging it back toward you.
- >It's a little too awkward for her to maneuver alone, but she manages to haul it far enough so that the handle is next to your left hand.
- >”Hewe sowwy stick, pwease sowwy stick now. Auwa bad fwuffy.”
- >You pick up the bat. She winces, but doesn't look away.
- >She's whispering something that you can't hear.
- >You raise the bat up.
- >”Auwa sowwy, babehs...”
- >And then you drop it beside you.
- “You're not even worth the sorry stick, ya bad fluffy.”
- >She stares at you and babbles inane nonsense, utterly stunned.
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