Fluffies in Equestria 2: Fluffy Boogaloo

Fluffies in Equestria 2: Fluffy Boogaloo

>you are Rainbow Dash, Wonderbolt-hopeful and speedster extraordinaire
>and you picked yourself up a fluffy pony
>you weren’t too sure about getting one at first, but Fluttershy said they were great pets, plus Twilight has one, so you have to ask yourself how bad they could really be
>besides, they’re TALKING PETS
>that is easily the coolest type of pet, by far
>move over, tortoises, here come fluffies
>the one you’ve got has a coat the same color as yours, but it doesn’t have your rainbow mane, just an orange one
>her name is Blueberry
>yeah, you didn’t name her, so whatever
>that rainbow mane is your trademark, no way anypony else is gonna have the same
>anyways, she’s got some little stubbly wings, so, like Scootaloo, she can’t quite fly
>she still loves being strapped to your back and having you fly around, giggling and laughing all the way
>maybe one day, if she’s lucky, you’ll try out a Sonic Rainboom with her
>in any case, she especially likes it if you drop her just a little tiny bit while she flaps her wings while falling
>she calls it “fwyin’”, which is both hilarious and adorable
>so, naturally, today you’re taking her out flying, laughing loudly each time she does a little spin while flapping her wings
>”See, now THAT’S what I call a trick! You’ll be flying almost as well as I can in no time!”
>well, probably not at all, but you might as well motivate the little thing
>suddenly, you take notice of some bright colored spots down on the ground below, and you can very faintly hear baby babble
>”Wait a minute…are those other fluffies? Blue, you wanna come check this out with me?”
>not like she can say no this high in the air
>”Nyu fwends?”
>”I dunno, kid. Might be.”
>you fly down, fluffy-on-back, to check on the situation
>from what you can tell, one of them is saying something about “wand” and “best”
>you meet them, and give a friendly smile
>”Heya, fluffies. What’s all the racket?”
>”Dummeh wingie! Yuu go ‘way! Dis smawty wand nao!”
>wait, what
>”What…did you just say?”
>”Smawty fwuffy gon’ take awwwwwwwwwww da wand!”
>”No, you’re not. Look, Smarty, I’m sure that your herd would be welco-“
>”Wan’ wand! Wan’ wand nao! Dummeh wingie nu can stop fwuffy!”
>”Oh, really, now? Well, if you’re such a ‘smarty’, then how come you don’t have the land already?”
>”Smawty juss fine wand! Nao is Smawty Wand!”
>you roll your eyes and sigh
>”Nuh uh.”
>”Smawty Wand!”
>”Nope.”
>”Smawty Wand!”
>”No.”
>”SMAWTY WAND, SMAWTY WAND, SMAWTY WAND!”
>”Smarty Land.”
>”Nu!”
>”Oh, well, if you say so.”
>you begin to fly away, when Smarty shouts at you
>”Dis Smawty Wand, an’ smawty pwove dat!”
>that catches your attention
>”Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”
>”Smawty wan’ cuhp…comp…compets…”
>”A competition?”
>Smarty leaps to his feet and laughs at you
>”Dat wight! And Smawty am best fwuffy! So Smawty get wand!”
>”A battle of the fluffies, hmm? And the best batch of fluffies gets to take the land?”
>”Mm-hmm!”
>”You’re on, Smarty.”
>you spit in your hoof and offer up a hoofshake
>he glares at you hoof and turns back to you
>”Wawas bad faw fwuffy.”
>and with that, he toddles off
>”Well, Blueberry? You ready to show that smarty what for?”
>”Bwuebewwy gon’ hewp mummeh show smawty wha’ fo’!”
>D’aww
>”Well, in that case, we’d better go round up the troops! Sergeant Blueberry, ten hut!”
>Blueberry gives a little salute
>”Sawgen’ Bwuebewwy weady, Fiewd Mawshaw Mummeh!”
>that’s probably the cutest little trick you’ve taught her thus far
>”At ease, soldier. There’s work to be done.”


>you are still Twilight Sparkle, a mare whose occupation and situation you’ve described quite a bit before
>and, somewhat recently, you’ve learned about, and now own, a fluffy pony
>since she looked a bit like you, she wanted to call herself ‘Fluffy Twi”
>no harm done, really
>although lately she has been asking about some strange cuisine
>she’ll eat grass, lettuce, tomatoes and whatnot by nearly the cart-load, but she’s been asking about “sketties” lately
>you’ve rummaged through nearly every cookbook you own, of which you don’t exactly own many, and can only find some foreign dishes such as Silage and Soja Angustifolia
>”Sorry, Twi. I can’t find anything in here about a “sketty”. I hope you’re still alright with some greens.”
>”If dewe nu sketties, dewe nu sketties. Twi stiww wuv ‘matoes.”
>”Aren’t you just a little trooper?”
>you give her a little scratch under her snout, when suddenly Rainbow Dash burst through your window
>you yelp and nearly fall over, Twi following your actions
>”Hey, you two. Did I hear something about ‘troopers’? Because Sergeant Blueberry and Field Marshal Rainbow Dash need a hoof.”
>”And I could use a hoof in trying to get my heart beating again. What’s the issue?”
>Blueberry pipes up
>”Bwuebewwy and mummeh fin’ meanie fwuffies! Dey wan’ compuh…camp-“
>”…A competition. And she and I were hoping you could help out.”
>you sigh
>”And what, exactly, do you want me to do?”
>”Oh, we weren’t really coming here for you. We were actually looking for Twi’s help.”
>”Twi hewp! Twi wan’ hewp fwends!”
>you decide to step in
>”Easy now, Twi. We don’t even know what you have to do yet.”
>”Well, Twilight, that’s quite simple; we need Twi to help us beat those other fluffies in a game of smarts.”
>”Twi is pretty smart…”
>”Twi go wif Wainbow Dass an’ Bwuebewwy?”
>”…Alright, fine. You can go.”
>”Hooway!”
>you load her into Rainbow Dash’s little back harness and watch them fly away
>”Good luck, Twi. Now, let’s see if I still can’t find anything about sketties…”

>you are Rainbow Dash again, and you are currently headed for Applejack’s barn
>”Hey, AJ! Where are you?”
>Applejack steps out of her house, and waves up at you
>”Afternoon, R.D.!”
>you flap down, with the two fluffies on your back giggling and laughing about how fast you were going
>”An a ‘afternoon’ ta the two ‘o’ you, Twi and Blueberry. So, what brings ya’ll over here?”
>”To put in right out there, we need to borrow one of your fluffies for a competition against a fluffy that calls himself ‘Smarty’.”
>”Oof. A smarty? They ain’t much fun to have around, I’ll tell ya what. I really had to give one a’ mine the whatfor.”
>you gape at Applejack
>”What? Ah just gave ‘im a good talkin’ to, is all.”
>”Oh. Well, that’s okay, then.”
>”I’ll getcha the toughest fluffy ah got, no problems.”
>Applejack turns around and shouts at the barn
>”Deimos! C’mon out here!”
>a small, chunky fluffy waddles out from between the barn doors
>”Ev’ryone, this is Deimos. He’s mah best lil’ worker. Could you believe that a fluffy could pull a cart? I mean, it’s a tiny cart, but-“
>”That’s great, Applejack. Mind if I take him off your hands for a little while?”
>”If that’s okay with Deimos, ah’m fine with it.”
>Deimos nods
>”…He likes to think of himself as the strong, silent type.”
>”Right. We’d better get going, in any case.”
>you haul Deimos onto your back
>he’s surprisingly heavy
>”Alrighty, let’s go!”
>you zip off, back to the field with the smarty

>after a short flight, you’ve arrived at your meeting place
>the smarty is there, waiting for you, muttering to himself
>when he sees you, he assumes an alerted position
>”Smawty am weady for chowmanage! Awe ‘oo?!”
>”You know it, Smarty. What’s the challenge?”
>”Fwyin’, bein’ toughie, an’ bein’ smawty! Smawty am bestest!”
>”Fine, bring it on! Sergeant Blueberry and I are the best flyers around! Check this out!”
>you toss Blueberry up into the air, where she does a little spin and wildly flaps her wings
>you soar up, gently catch her, and settle back down
>”There’s our submission, Smarty. What have you got?”
>the smarty strains and strains, but ultimately can’t get off the ground
>probably due to the fact that he’s a unicorn, and thusly has no wings
>”Smawty nu can ge’ up! Dis unfaiw!”
>suddenly, a small female fluffies walks over to him and tells him something
>”Hewd hewp? Hewd haf wingies! Hewd can fwy faw Smawty!”
>”Nu! Smawty nu nee’ yu hewp! Smawty be Smawty awone!”
>he whips around and glares at you
>”Toughie ti’e! Smawty am bestest toughie!”
>this time, you load Deimos off your back, who promptly looks the Smarty dead in the eye with a steely glare
>Deimos, keeping his eye on the Smarty, enters the herd
>he then hauls two stray fluffies onto his back, who then snicker about their new “upsie fwend”
>this makes the Smarty snap even further
>”Rrrrrrgh! Nu! Smawty am bettew toughie! Bestest toughie!”
>in his fit of rage, he runs over and bops Deimos on the nose
>the entire herd, Blueberry, Twi, and yourself all gasp
>Deimos, unflinching, continues staring at the smarty
>”Why dummeh toughie nu make tawkies?!”
>”Me nu dummeh, Smawty. Yuu juss bad smawty.”
>the Smarty’s jaw hits the floor
>Deimos walks away, silently, and swiftly plants himself on the grass beside you
>”Well, Smarty? What about the “bestest smarty” portion?”
>the smarty snaps out of his trance
>”W-wight! Smawty am bes’ smawty! Wa’ch!”
>he runs over to you, eats some grass, and swallows it
>”Gwassies is gud nummies, nu bad nummies. Gwassies wuv fwuffies! Onwy smawties nu dat!”
>Twi dashes in front of you, and grabs a nearby stick in her mouth
>she heads over to a dirt circle, and calls the opposing herd over
>”In any wight-angled twiangwe, the awea of the squawe whose side is the hypotenuse is equaw to the sum of the aweas of the squawes whose sides are the two sides dat meet at a wight angew.
>she draws a little diagram as she speaks, the other fluffies entranced by her words
>you have to be honest, you hardly even understand what the little egghead just said yourself
>the smarty just stumbles around a bit, and looks at you with glazed eyes
>”Smawty…nu…unna’stand! Dis compshun dummeh!”
>”Smarty, you’re the one who called for this competition in the first place. Besides, you didn’t even accept the help from your herd. They would’ve ended up winning the competition with you.”
>”Wha’…?”
>”There was that one little pegasus right there-“
>you point at her
>”Who just wanted to help you win the flying competition. I can spot two ‘toughies’ just over there-“
>you point again, this time at two rather large fluffy ponies
>”Who probably would’ve helped you out if you hadn’t gotten upset with the little pegasus. As for the portion based around the brains, well, Twi kinda had us all beat there, but some things just can’t be avoided.”
>the smarty looks down at the ground, dejected
>”Sm-smawty bad fwuffy?”
>”No, not bad. Just a bit misguided is all. Try and let your friends help you out from now on. Trust me on this one, it takes a little while getting used to it, but you’ll be a much better leader when you finally do that. And, when you do, you’re welcome here in Ponyville any time.”
>the smarty gains a new look of confidence
>”Fankies, fwend. Gon’ be weaw best smawty, nao.”
>”That’s the spirit, kiddo.”

>”And that, Twilight, is the story of how I managed to convince a smarty to take better care of his herd and be a better pony in general.”
>”So then why do I still have to write the friendship letter?”
>you returned to Twilight’s house after dominating the competition
>you brought the other fluffies along with you
>”Because, Twilight, I already said it. You just need to write it out, is all.”
>”You know, I spend all day deciphering what a “sketty” is, rummage through my archives just to find a recipe for spaghetti, collect the ingredients, slave over a hot stove, and now I’ve got to write a letter on top of that?”
>”If it’s that important, I can always write it myself.”
>”I’m only kidding. Besides, Princess Celestia would hardly be able to read your hoofwriting.”
>Twilight portions the spaghetti into three equal, well, portions
>”Although I did only have ingredients to make enough for three of us, and since the fluffies like it that much more than we do-“
>”Yeah, no worries. I’ve never even heard of the stuff. Probably isn’t even that good, anyways.”
>”It’s okay, Fox. Just because you can’t reach those grapes doesn’t mean they taste bad.”
>”What? I can reach things. Wings, remember?”
>”Oh, never mind.”
>”I’ve gotta get going, in any case. See you all later, though!”
>you begin you fly out
>”Wait! What about the other two fluffies? I thought you were going to take them back.”
>”Uh, yeah, about that. I’m sure they can just stay over for a sleepover or something. No biggie.”
>and with that, you’re off
>”RAINBOW DAAAAAAAAAAAASH!”