Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy: Prologue

>ever since the release of fluffy ponies, breeders have been trying to get show-accurate clones
>as a whole they’ve succeeded
>all of the ponies from Friendship is Magic have been bred as fluffies
>along with background and secondary characters
>you don’t see much point in it, but it’s a cool concept
>however, most of these fluffies are very rare
>a Twilight Sparkle?
>good luck
>Fluffy Jack?
>yeah, right
>Fluffy Celestia?
>an alicorn, much less one with her color scheme?
>it would take years just to attempt that
>but two of them are bred very easily
>Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash
>you’ll hear about these the most
>a lot of people will post pictures of them, write stories, all sorts of things about these two
>sadly, they’re widely considered to be the ugliest, stupidest, and all-around worst fluffy ponies
>they’re subjected to a lot of abuse, really
>you, though, think they’re kinda cute
>in fact, that’s why you’re headed to your friendly neighborhood breeder right now
>he’s an old college buddy of yours, Dave
>somewhat fitting that he's a breeder now, seeing as how he had a doctor’s degree in animal sciences
>you pull up to the farm and head inside
>the place is pretty much what you’d expected
>it’s just a barn with a massive fluffy pen on one side
>there’s lots of hay piles for them to sleep in, toys, the works
>it’s pretty much an adoption center
>the other half is occupied by cow pens
>of course, there aren’t any cows in there
>they’re full of pregnant mares or mothers taking care of their foals
>you take it that they’re too young to leave the nest yet, so to speak
>you turn away, and Dave walks up to greet you
>”Hey, Anon! Long time no see! How’re ya holding up?”
>”Good to see you, Dave. I’ve been pretty good. You?”
>”Ah, I haven’t been doin’ much. Business is boomin’, though. I hadn’t expected this much cash to come rolling in all of a sudden. ‘Specially not over fluffy ponies.”
>you nod and head over to the fluffy pen
>”So, you wanted Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash?”
>”Yeah.”
>”Alrighty, they’re just over there, in the corner. That’ll be fifty bucks.”
>you hand Dave the cash and step into the pen
>the walls are only about as high as those little playpens you get for toddlers
>you walk on over to the two, taking care not to step on any other fluffies by accident
>it doesn’t help that they’re swarming around your legs, giving the usual “huggies”, “sketties”, “pway” and, of course, “new daddeh!”
>eventually, you manage to get over to Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy
>Fluffyshy, upon seeing you, cowers in the corner
>well, what were you expecting?
>Fluffy Dash, on the other hand, is much more receptive
>she trots on over and looks you over before smiling up at you
>”Hewwo!”
>”Hi. You wanna come home with me?”
>”Home? Ohh, yuu new daddeh?”
>”Yeah.”
>”Hmm…yuu gif nummies?”
>”Yeah…?”
>”Yuu pway?”
>”Um, yes?”
>”Yuu be nice daddeh?”
>”Yes.”
>she thinks this over for a minute
>”Otay! Yuu gud daddeh!”
>she snuggles up to your legs and you walk over to Fluffyshy
>alright, approach carefully
>”Hi, Fluffyshy.”
>she lets out a small squeal and pushes into the corner even further
>”Hey, hey, it’s alright. I won’t hurt you.”
>she tenses up a little less, but you haven’t convinced her
>”I’m your new daddy, alright?”
>”N-nuu daddeh?”
>at this point, Dash cuts in
>”Yeah! He nice daddeh! He wan gif fwuffies nummies, and wan pway, an’ no wan hewt Dassii aw Fwuffysii!”
>she pokes her head up at you and you smile
>she shakily gets to her hooves and very slowly walks over to you
>she stands in front of you, trembling and trying not to make eye contact
>time to make your move
>in one fell swoop, you pick her up and give her a hug
>she lets out a “Wah!”, and struggles for a second, but eventually returns the hug
>”Y-yuu weawwy nice daddeh?”
>”I sure am, Fluffyshy.”
>this calms her down a great deal, and she squeezes you a bit tighter
>you set her down, and the two follow you out of the pen
>well, actually, you lift them over it
>either way, Dave comes up to you again
>”Hey, you want a carrier for those two? No charge, but only ‘cause I know ya.”
>”Wow, that’d be great, thanks.”
>he hands you what looks like a double-wide carrier, and the two scurry inside
>”I’ll throw some toys in there, too. Lucky you’re my pal, or you’d being payin’ more for these than those two combined.”
>he gives you one of every single toy
>you thank him, and head back to your car
>you drive back to your house, with the fluffies in the passenger seat, babbling about the outside world
>as you drive, you begin to realize what a hugboring chapter this was
>oh, well
>let’s just chalk it up to “we had to establish the characters”
>yeah, that’s a good one