Fluffies in Equestria

Fluffies in Equestria


>you are Twilight Sparkle, a purple unicorn mare under the teachings of Princess Celestia
>she certainly runs a bit of a hard bargain
>in your search for friendship, which you kind of already found, you must send her letters every single week about what you learned
>it’s all fine though
>you’ve got five great friends in town, and spending a few minutes at the end of one day a week writing a letter is paltry at best
>but, today you have a bit of a break
>you’ve already got your friendship lesson memorized, you just need to get it down on some paper
>in the meantime, though, you need to run some errands
>you left Spike in charge of tidying up, so it’s your job to head out and get some things done
>you’ve got some apples, some papers to write on, an extra inkwell, and even came across a small little gemstone for Spike
>and all that leaves now is to go to Fluttershy’s house
>you need to pick up some of those beautiful flowers she grows
>after all, it never hurts to brighten up the library
>you pass by Rarity along the way, who seems to be in a bit of a hurry
>”Hi, Rarity!”
>she rushes past you and utters a quick hello
>well, she must be really busy
>a few minutes of walking later, you arrive at Fluttershy’s cottage
>you rap your hoof at the door and wait
>and wait
>and wait
>you knock again, harder this time
>still nothing
>”Fluttershy? Hello? Are you in there?”
>this time, you DO hear something
>it sounds like scuffing furniture and frenzied hoof beats
>”Fluttershy…?”
>”O-oh! Hello, Twilight! I’ll…uh…just be a minute!”
>you can hear some more movement on the other side of the door
>”…Is everything okay in there?”
>”Uh, yep! It’s great! Really great!”
>”Are you sure you’re alright? You’re acting a bit…weird.”
>”No! I mean, yes! Wait, I mean…”
>the door flies open and smacks you in the muzzle
>you fall on your back and stare up at the clouds
>”Oh, I’m sorry, Twilight. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
>you groan in response
>”Please, come in.”
>hopping to your feet, you head inside the modest cottage
>”So, um, you came for those flowers, right?”
>”Mm-hmm.”
>”I’m sure they’ll look absolutely wonderful inside your library.”
>you wait as Fluttershy heads out into her garden to collect the flowers while humming a quiet tune
>you decide to pull out your shopping scroll and double-check to see if you’ve missed anything
>as you add a small checkmark beside your doodle of flowers, you hear a noise
>instinctively, your head darts up, and you scan the room
>you hear it a second time
>it sounds almost like a peep, or a chirp
>again, you hear it
>it’s probably just a bird or some other animal, but Fluttershy only usually lets Angel into the cottage
>you decide to poke around and find it
>it doesn’t seem to be behind the mantle, or near the fireplace
>you continue to look, following the sound of the now-rapid chirps
>finally, you come to a chair, and see that the cushion is pushed slightly aside, allowing for a small gap
>as soon as you fling the cushion off to check, Fluttershy walks back in
>”Twilight!”
>you look up at her, and she seems mortified, staring at the chair
>you follow her gaze and see…something
>it’s a small, furry creature, chirping over and over again
>levitating it with magic, you bring it up to your face to study closer
>slowly but surely, it opens its eyes, and stares at you
>”Well, hello there, little guy…”
>”Mummah?”
>you yelp and hop back, as if trying to escape the thing that you can just move away from you at will
>”Fluttershy…what IS this thing?!”
>”Oh, Twilight! I-I didn’t want you to have to find out…”
>the small yellow creature wiggles around a bit, giggling as it floats in the air
>”Whee! Fwuffy fwyin’!”
>”No, seriously, WHAT IS THIS THING?!”
>”Mummah woud.”
>Fluttershy collapses in the chair and motions for you to take a seat on the couch
>you do, keeping the animal about a foot away from you
>”I, um, call them fluffy ponies.”
>you take a closer look at the fluffy pony
>sure enough, it’s a quadrepedal equine-esque animal with small wing-like protrusions on its back
>but it’s incredibly small, even compared to the average foal, no bigger than your inkwell in your satchel
>”Why is it so…different?”
>Fluttershy clops her hooves nervously a few times before looking back at you
>”I found it in the Everfree Forest.”
>if you were drinking something, you would’ve done a spit-take
>”The Everfree Forest?! Why would you take an animal from there?!”
>”W-well, it was on the outskirts, near my house…and it looked so small and helpless…I mean, that one had a whole bunch of bumps and bruises…I just didn’t see the harm.”
>”How could you have possibly NOT seen ‘the harm’?! Did you already forget about the parasprites?!”
>”Twilight, these are different.”
>you put a hoof to your face
>”Fluttershy, you need to take it back to the forest. It’s healed now, so it should be fine.”
>”…I can’t.”
>”And why exactly can’t you?”
>”Because it’s not exactly just that one.”
>”I figured as much. Well, we can take back the others, as well. How many are we talking about, here? Three? Four, maybe?”
>Fluttershy bites her lip
>”More.”
>”What, ten?”
>”A bit more…”
>”Fifteen? Twenty?!”
>Fluttershy buries her face in her hooves
>”At least a hundred.”
>your jaw nearly hits the floor
>”W…wah…ONE HUNDRED?!”
>”Yes! Yes, one hundred, at least! Maybe more!”
>”How did you get so many fluffy ponies?! You didn’t have any last week!”
>”W-well, when I found that one, I found about twenty others that belonged to a little herd of his. And all of them had family members and friends…”
>”Fwuffy haf wotsa fwends! Wuv fwends!”
>”AND WHY CAN THEY TALK?!”
>”The Everfree Forest is home to some strange things, Twilight…”
>”Yeah. I know.”
>you eyeball the fluffy pony floating in front of you
>”Even if there is a hundred of them, they don’t look like they would be too hard to send back.”
>”That one’s just a baby, though.”
>”I’m sure the rest wouldn’t put up much resistance, in any case.”
>”Um, right. About that…”
>”Oh no.”
>”I already gave away four to the others.”
>if your jaw hit the floor before, it would’ve gone to the molten core of the planet by this point
>”Huh…wha…I…don’t…what…”
>”That’s why I didn’t want you to see them! I knew you wouldn’t like them! But Applejack and Rarity did! So they each took a couple for themselves as pets! Rarity just left here with another one!”
>it takes you a minute or two, but you finally re-gain your composure
>”Okay. Alright. So, I’ve just got to track everybody down and convince them to give up the fluffies.”
>”I don’t see why, though…”
>”Parasprites, Fluttershy! We all thought the parasprites were adorable, and then look what happened!”
>”Twilight, can’t we just-“
>”No time! I’ll be back soon, just…make sure that the fluffies are ready to go!”
>”…Okay. If it’s that big of an issue, I’ll have them here, ready to head out. I’m sure they’ll be fine out there anyways…”
>”Great! Here, take this one. I’m going to stop by everyone’s houses. I shouldn’t be long!”
>you float the fluffy foal over to Fluttershy, and rush out the front door


>first stop, Rarity’s place
>if you only just passed her on your way here, she can’t be that far off
>when you do arrive, you don’t bother knocking, and instead opt to barge inside
>”Rarity!”
>Rarity’s workshop has a couple fluffies tottering around the main floor, some bringing her pieces of cloth, and others moving some light machinery around
>she whips around and lets out a surprised shriek
>”T-Twilight! How…surprising to see you here!”
>”We need to talk. Now.”
>”Darling, I swear this isn’t exactly what it looks like-“
>”Can you just come here for a second?”
>you grab Rarity and yank her behind some curtains before speaking in a hushed voice
>”Have you gone crazy?! Did everyone already forget about that whole ‘parasprite invasion’? Was that just not a big deal to, I don’t know, EVERYONE?!”
>”Well, the parasprites were never quite this helpful around the shop. Plus, they were insects. Positively disgusting, looking back.”
>”So you’re going to let them wander around the shop, with no regard for the safety of yourself, others, the entire town, just because they’re not insects?”
>”Twilight, please. You’re being a tad delusional, here.”
>”’Delusional’?! What am I ‘deluded’ about, exactly?”
>”Well, maybe a better term would be ‘paranoid’.”
>at that moment, a fluffy wanders behind the curtain and latches onto Rarity’s back leg
>”Mummeh Wawity? When nummies?”
>Rarity looks to you, and back to the fluffy
>”As soon as I’m done chatting with my friend Twilight, sweetie.”
>the fluffy then looks at you, smiles, and trots away
>”Now, Twilight, if there’s anything else you’d like to say…”
>”Could you maybe just consider taking them back to Fluttershy’s place? I know you might be beyond convincing at this point, but just…”
>”I can very certainly consider it, Twilight, but I wouldn’t hedge my bets on acting on such a consideration.”
>”Well, I tried.”
>”Maybe you should re-consider your anti-fluffy crusade, unless you’re beyond convincing at this point.”
>you shake your head, defiantly
>”I still don’t trust them.”
>”That’s quite fine. Now, if you don’t mind, I really must get to feeding my little helpers.”
>and, with that, Rarity exits the little spot to grab some food, or “nummies”, or whatever that fluffy called them
>you exit as well, opting this time to head off to Sweet Apple Acres


>unsurprisingly and almost stereotypically, Applejack is hard at work tending to the fields
>with some help from the fluffies
>”Applejack, not you too…”
>Applejack whips around, and when she sees you, trots over
>”Afternoon, Twi’! What’s on yer mind?”
>”It’s about those fluffies you’ve got.”
>”Oh, the fluffies. Ain’t they just great?”
>”No! No, they really aren’t!”
>Applejack is a bit taken aback by your outburst, but you don’t calm yourself yet
>”What…? Why not?”
>”Why am I the only pony in Ponyville who realizes what a danger these things are? Why did everyone forget about the parasprites?!”
>”Whoa there, girl. Take a breather.”
>you pause, and take a deep breath
>”I’m sorry, Applejack. It’s just-“
>”Don’t worry about it. You’re not wrong fer bein’ a bit suspicious.”
>”Wait, really? So you agree that we should get rid of them?”
>”Hold yer horses, Twi’. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
>”Well, what did you mean to say it like?”
>”What I mean is that I can understand you not quite trustin’ ‘em. But, really now, they seem harmless enough. They’re willin’ to give me a hand with seed plantin’, and fertilizin’ the crops, not to mention the fact that they love to eat up all those pesky weeds…”
>”But the parasprites seemed ‘harmless enough’, and then they razed the town!”
>”Well, yeah, but what did they do aside from look cute for a while? At least the fluffies here are willin’ to lend a hand AND be a bit adorable, so that’s about enough to garner my trust.”
>”But how do we know they won’t turn around and do something horrible as soon as we trust them?”
>”Ah suppose we don’t. But we don’t know if they’re going to do anythin’ yet, so we can hardly pass judgement on ‘em.”
>”And I suppose that I can’t convince you to take them back to Fluttershy’s place?”
>Applejack shakes her head
>”’Fraid not, Twi’.”
>you mutter a goodbye before heading back to the library


>as soon as you reach your front door, a small fluffy that looks disturbingly like you crawls out of the bushes
>”Hewwo!”
>”Wait a minute, where did you come from?”
>”Me fwuffy!”
>”Yeah, I noticed.”
>”Hewwo!”
>these things are really starting to get on your nerves
>”Excuse me, I need to get into my house-“
>”Housie? Fwuffy wan go in housie!”
>”I’m sorry but I can’t-“
>”Pwease! Fwuffy wan’ housie an’ wahm an’ huggies!”
>”I can’t-“
>”Nyu mummeh, pwease?”
>”I AM NOT YOUR MOMMA!”
>the fluffy nearly jumps out of its skin, before planting its rump on the grass and sniffling
>”No…no mummeh?”
>”No! I’m not!”
>the fluffy bows its head and begins to cry, softly
>oh, jeez
>these things may be pests, or even dangerous, but you can’t stand watching something cry
>”Oh…hey, look, I’m sorry…”
>”Fwuffy am sowwy. If yu no mummeh, den yu no mummeh.”
>”Aw, come on, now. Don’t be like that.”
>”Fwuffy jus’ wan mummeh, eben if yu no mummeh…”
>you bite your lip and cringe at what you’re about to say
>”Well, you could always just come inside my house, if that’s what you want…”
>the fluffy leaps to its feet and beams at you
>”Fwuffy wuv housie! Fankies! Wotsa fankies!”
>you hold open the door, and the fluffy rushes in
>rather quickly, it curls up on your rug and falls asleep
>all the begging must have taken a lot out of it
>”Spike? I’m back.”
>Spike comes down the stairs, and quickly catches a view of the fluffy
>”Uh, Twilight? What’s that?”
>”It’s a long story, Spike…”
>so, you tell it
>by the end of it, Spike is scratching his chin
>”Hmm. So what you’re saying is that you’re worried they may be like the parasprites, but nobody else thinks the same?”
>”That’s about right.”
>”So why not compromise? Maybe you could just keep watch over them for a while, and if they don’t do anything crazy, they can be considered safe.”
>you stare at Spike for a second before you embrace him
>”Spike, you’re a genius!”
>”Yeah, I know.”


>following Spike’s advice, you keep watch over the fluffy until it comes time to write your friendship letter
>by this point, many of Fluttershy’s fluffies have been adopted by the townsfolk, with no harmful behavior shown
>you grab a piece of paper, your quill, your inkwell, and head up to your little podium
>you dip the quill in the ink and begin to write
>”Dear Princess Celestia, ever since I met the fluffies not long ago, I’ve learned a rather important lesson: while it is reasonable to be afraid or worried about something strange after a bad experience, there are always exceptions to that rule. In other words, once bitten, you don’t always have to be shy. From your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. Isn’t that right, fluffy?”
>”Mmm-hmm!”
>”Say, I don’t think I gave you a name yet. What do you want to be called?”
>”Wan’ be Fwuffy Twi!”
>”Oh, that is SO unoriginal!”
>”Buh fwuffy wan’ be un-oh-widge-in-ow!”
>”Fine, I’ll call you Unoriginal.”
>”Nu! Wan’ be Twi!”
>you laugh, and pet the fluffy on her head
>”Okay, okay. You can be Fluffy Twi.”
>”Hooway!”