Tyrion - Part 2

>3 weeks since you bought your runty fluffy foal
>He's barely grown at all, and is still a cheeky bastard
>His name is Imp
>You've slowly come out of your depression thanks to Imp's positive influence
>Who knew that "pwaying wif bwocks" was such a good therapy?
>You've reconnected with your friends, some of whom have fluffies themselves
>They love coming over and hearing the tale of how Imp slew the vicious rat
>Complete with fluffy annotations from Imp himself
>"Imp bite ugwy ting tayw off! No taste pwetty... Taste wike fwuffy chow an' poopies."
>Still grins like a devil
>You even called the hot fluffy shelter attendant Imp managed to hook you up with
>Turns out she was a bit crazy
>And by a bit, you mean "Literally paints with fluffy shit and calls it art" crazy

>Your friend suggests a play-date between his fluffy and Imp
>You think it's a great idea
>Fluffies need to be exposed to other fluffies, it boosts morale
>Imp is apprehensive at the idea
>"Udda fwuffies no wike Imp... Imp bad babbeh. Udda fwuffies twy huwt Imp."
>You assure him things will be fine
>What could go wrong...?

>The day of the big play-date comes
>Imp is getting steadily more and more excited with your promises that his new fluffy friend will like him
>"Imp make new fwend, Imp make new fwend!"
>Kind of adorable to see this normally composed creature revert to primal fluffy nature
>Your friend pulls up outside your place
>... A fucking PRIUS? God damn, just buy your condo in South Beach already.
>You let him in to see he's carrying a female fluffy pony
>Almost the exact same colouration as Imp
>Golden mane, yellow body
>She's friggin' adorable
>"Anon, this is Cersei!"
>"New Fwend! New Fwend! Sewsee wuv Fwend!"
>She tries to wriggle out of your friend's arms to hug you
>You take her and hug her, cuz let's face it, this thing is adorable
"Friendly little thing you got here, Dave!"
>"Yeah, I found her at the shelter downtown. She had a brother, but I only had room for one."
>Cersei perks up at this
>"Bwudda hewe? Wewe bwudda? Swesee miss bwudda!"
>She looks around frantically
>"... Yeah, she was kinda attached to him. Heartbreaking to split them up."
"Well that sucks, man. Anyway, come on in and let her meet Imp."
>You put Cersei down and bring both her and Dave into your living room, where Imp is playing with his blocks
>He looks up and starts babbling in fluffy
>"New Fwend! Ne-.... Sissy fwuffy?!"
>He looks appauled and starts backing away
>"Big man say new fwend fow Imp, not ugwy Sissy fwuffy! Sissy fwuffy stoopid!"
>Is he calling her a sissy, or...
>Ohfuck, sister
>Cersei is one of his siblings
>Cersei puffs up her cheeks and stamps her hooves when she sees Imp
>"BAD BABBEH! BAD BABBEH HUWT FWUFFY MAMA! SEWSEE GIFF BIG OWWIES!"
>She runs at him... Well, 'Run' might be too strong a word
>It's a fucking fluffy
>You catch her before she gets to Imp
"Dave, something tells me this isn't going to work..."
>"Dude, I'm SO sorry! I don't know what's gotten into her, she's normally so sweet..."
>You sigh and explain the whole thing
>How Imp was the runt of his litter, how his mother died after birthing him, how siblings would abuse him at the shelter...
>"... And you're saying Cersei is Imp's sister?"
"Looks that way, if the fluffies' reactions are anything to go by."
>Imp is still in the corner of the living room
>"Imp no wanna see Sissy Fwuffy... Sissy Fwuffy meany an ugwy!"
>He just glares at Cersei, who is still grunting and struggling to get out of Dave's arms

>"Swesee huwt bad babbeh! Sewsee giff bad babbeh BIGGEST owwies!"
>Dave's had enough of this and does the worst thing a man can do to his fluffy
>He flicks her on the nose
>Twice
>Cersei shrieks at this mistreatment and starts crying
>"Why daddy huwt Sewsee? Sewsee good fwuffy!"
>Dave looks her in the eye and speaks sternly to her
>"Good fluffies don't try to hurt other fluffies!"
>"B-b-buht, dat bad babbeh!"
>"I don't care if it's Fluffy Hitler, you don't hurt other fluffies! I know a certain young lady who won't be getting any spaghetti tonight."
>Cersei looks like she just got told she's about to die, and starts bawling
"Maybe we should call it a day, Dave?"
>"Good idea, man... Sorry about the hastle."
"Ah, it's cool. You weren't to know. Imp, come say goodbye to Dave."
>Imp waddles up to Dave
>"Bubye Dafe. Imp stiww wike you, even iff yoo haff dum, ugwy fwuffy."
>Cersei bawls even louder at these insults
>You can't help but grin
>Dave drives off
>... Seriously, a fucking PRIUS?

>You sigh, and decide to background check your friends fluffies before organising another play-date
>You turn to Imp, who seems really off-put by the proceedings
"You ok, little guy?"
>He looks up at you
>"Imp ok, big man... Imp juss dun wike sissy fwuffy. Ow bwudda fwuffy. Dey dum-dums. Huwt Imp... Den..."
>He trails off and looks at the floor again
"Why do you hate them so much? APART from them hurting you?"
>It just seems like there's something Imp's not telling you
>He looks back up at you, glaring
>"Dey make bad speshaw hugs! Make bad, ugwy babehs! No s'poseda make speshaw hugs wiff bwudda, but sissy do! Sissy stoopid, sissy make ugwy babbehs!"
>... Is he saying what you think he's saying?
"They made special hugs with each other?"
>Imp nods sadly
>So THAT'S why Cersei was so attached to her brother
>"Dat how bad babbehs bown. Ugwy babbehs, wike..."
>Like him.
>He hates them because of their hypocrisy
>Fluffy incest makes runts, and they did it anyway
>Even after all the shit they put him through
"Oh wow, Imp. That's rough.
>Imp nods sadly
>"Sissy and bwudda dum. No wan see dem no mo'."


"Trust me Imp; if I have anything to say about it, you'll never see your brother and sister again."
>This gets Imp back to smiling his crooked little smile
>"Fank'oo, big man. Imp feew bettew now... But hungwy now."
"Well, it's about lunch time anyways. Whadya want to eat, buddy?"
>Imp is pensive for a moment
>"Dafe say "sketties" befow he take sissy away. Imp want sketties, pweese!"
>Should've seen THAT one coming.
"Ok, spaghetti it is."
>"... On toast."
"You want spaghetti on toast?"
>"Imp get da best ov BOWF nummies den!"
>... Huh. Actually, that makes sense.
>Plus you haven't had spaghetti on toast since you were still unemployed
"Alright then, come on. Let's get cooking."
>You pick Imp up and put him on your shoulder
>You both walk into the kitchen
>"Fank'oo, big man. Imp wuv yoo."

END OF PART TWO