Forgotten Fluffy

1/3
>Municipal fluffy pony shelter.
>Big event today.
>Shelter is overcrowded.
>In an effort to get rid of fluffy ponies, there will be no adoption fees charged.
>One day only.
>It's been a lot of work for you and co-workers.
>Every fluffy pony needs to be bathed, trimmed & brushed.
>Over 80 fluffies.
>Some like the attention.
>Others cry and try to escape.
>Finally you're done.
>Now hungry fluffies beg for food.
>"Pwease nummies?" "Fwuffy hungwy!" "When food time?"
>You're not about to let them get all filthy again.
"I guess we can give them some non-messy treats."
>Dozens of apples are sliced up.
>Each fluffy gets a few slices of apple.
>They really can't get too messed up with that.
>Keep a close eyes on them.
>One small purple pegasus is nibbling his slice slowly.
>A much larger white unicorn rushes in and snatches it away.
>Purple pegasus is too beta to fight for its food.
>Just sits there and cries.
"Hey! Come back here you!"
>White unicorn knows it's been bad.
>Gobbles down apple slice before you can take it away.
>Snatch it up by fluff.
>Unicorn cries and tries to act innocent.
>"Owwwiiieee! Pwease, why huwt fwuffy?"
"You know damn well why. You know better than to steal food."
>"Fwuffy hungwy! Appwe vewy widdle nummies!" it whines.
"That doesn't mean you get to steal from other fluffies!"
>Making sure all other fluffy ponies see, yank up fluffy tail.
>Administer 10-12 whacks with the sorry stick.
>Fluffy unicorn bawls. "OWWIIIEEE! Pwease no mowe spankies! Fwuffy sowwee!"
"You also get an hour in the sorry-box."
>Sobbing unicorn begs for forgiveness, but you lock it up in solitary.
>Make sure purple beta pegasus gets some apple.
>Customers are starting to show up.

2/3
>It's a mad-house.
>Radio advertising really worked.
>Seems like everybody who has ever thought of adopting a fluffy pony has shown up today.
>Some are obviously abusers...they're easy to spot.
>True sickos can't even wait to get the fluffy home.
>You catch a few twisting ears or shoving fingers up buttholes.
>Run abusers off, plenty of genuine customers to attend to.
>Most look like good potential owners.
>Single people...married couples...families.
>Many fluffy ponies are getting good homes.
>There are a few heartbreaking scenes.
>Momma's & foals being separated.
>"Fwiends" who've been together at the shelter torn apart.
>That stuff was going to happen eventually anyway.
>Every fluffy that goes home will have a better life.

>Hours go by.
>The cages are less crowded.
>Energetic, playful fluffies got picked first.
>Now even the shy, quiet ones are finding homes.
>They seem the most grateful.
>For once there's more adopters than fluffy ponies.
>You have to turn some folks away.
>Give them the number of the shelter in the next town.
>The event is a great success.
>By 5pm, the last fluffy pony is gone!
>everythingwentbetterthanexpected
>Hose out the empty cages.
>Sweep the playpens out.
>You can't remember it ever being this quiet.
>Wait...what's that scratching sound?
"Oh shit!"
>Open up the sorry-box.
>White unicorn is still in there.
>You totally forgot about him.
>Trembling, face fluff soaked with tears.
>He's been in there 7 hours.

3/3
>"Weggies huwt!" fluffy unicorn cries.
>That figures; the sorry box is narrow...forces the fluffy to stand.
>No room to move around.
>You hold him in your arms.
>Fluffy is still shaking, traumatized.
>"N-n-need p-poopies..."
>You rush him to a litterbox.
>First rule of the sorry-box is "No Pooping."
>Fluffy unicorn unloads his bowels and sighs with relief.
>He notices something.
>"Why qwiet? Whewe fwiends?"
>All the other fluffies are gone.
>They've been adopted.
>It's hard to explain this to him.
>"Fwiends aww go 'way? Haf new daddes...mummys?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
>He starts to cry again.
>"Fwuffy no get new daddee? New mummy?"
>Fresh tears are soaking his fluff.
>"Fwuffy bad...go sowwy box...miss aww daddees, mummies?"
"Ummm...wow...yes, you did."
>Fluffy unicorn is bawling his eyes out.
>He missed his big chance to be adopted.
>Over some minor naughtiness.
>That's a hell of a penalty for stealing a little apple.
>Let fluffy cry in your arms for an hour.
>Your co-workers feel bad too, but they have to go home.
>You have to go home too.
"Maybe a family will come adopt you tomorrow."
>You both know that isn't gonna happen.
>Put sad fluffy in an empty cage.
>All the cages are empty.
>"Fwuffy aww awone...so scawy awone."
"You'll be okay...new friends will come in soon."
>"Pwease can go home wif Mista?"
>Oh hell no.
>Personal policy: No fluffy ponies in your home.
>You get enough of them at work.
"No fluffy...you have to stay here."
>All alone.
>As you lock up & shut of the lights you can hear him sobbing.