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- >turn off computer
- >that's enough posting for one night
- >look at your desk clock
- >it's two in the morning
- >oh shit, you have work at eight
- >you hop into bed
- >suddenly you hear a dull thump
- >what the hell?
- >thump
- >it's coming from below you
- >look under the bed
- >thump
- >nothing there
- >must be on the main floor or something
- >head downstairs
- >thump
- >it's definitely coming from down here
- >thump
- >right from the front door
- >who the fuck is knocking at this hour?
- >and why aren't they using the doorbell?
- >open the door
- >nobody there
- >what the hell?
- >start to close the door
- >but then you hear a sob
- >look down
- >a light purple earth fluffy is standing there, looking up at you, crying
- >"I-I-I-I'm...c-cowd..."
- >well, no shit, it's raining
- >"You're cold?"
- >"Y-yeah..."
- >the fluffy lets out another stifled sob
- >notice that it's a female
- >"Well...it is pretty warm in here..."
- >stupid, stupid
- >why'd you say that?
- >now it's gonna think that you're it's savior, daddy, blah blah blah
- >"Reawwy? Can I come in? Pwease?"
- >goddammit
- >well, what the fuck do you say now?
- >"Umm...I don't really know..."
- >oh fuck, that was the wrong thing to say
- >the fluffy just stares at you, sadly
- >it doesn't protest, it just starts crying
- >"Oh...awwight..."
- >she starts walking away
- >she gets to the sidewalk
- >"Wait!"
- >what the fuck are you doing
- >are you seriously doing this
- >the fluffy turns her head towards you
- >don't do this
- >"Do you, uh..."
- >don't you fucking do this
- >"Do you wanna come inside?"
- >oh goddammit
- >the fluffy's face just lights right up
- >she runs as fast as she can back to your door and inside the house
- >you sigh
- >what the hell have you gotten yourself into?
- >you follow the fluffy back into your house
- >she seems kind of apprehensive about entering a strange house, but she's looking around
- >she explores the main floor and then comes back to you
- >she looks up at you, expectantly
- >"What?"
- >she keeps staring at you
- >the fuck is this thing doing?
- >"Are you..hungry?"
- >it snaps out of its trance and its eyes widen
- >"Nummies?"
- >"Uhh...yeah. Nummies."
- >she starts running around in circles, chanting "nummies" over and over
- >she follows you into the kitchen
- >you bust out the box of spaghetti noodles
- >you read all about this
- >fluffies love spaghetti, apparently
- >you start boiling the water and heat up the sauce
- >you turn to the fluffy
- >"So, I'm making some spaghetti. Is that okay with you?"
- >"Sketties? Fwuffy wuvs sketties!"
- >well, that's good
- >hey, this thing needs a name
- >"So, what's your name?"
- >she just stares at you
- >"Your name?"
- >"Me?"
- >you can't help but chuckle
- >"Yes, you."
- >"Me fwuffy!"
- >you sigh
- >well it's time to think up a name
- >think, think
- >synonyms for purple
- >that's it, a synonym for purple
- >you go through as many as you can think of
- >lavender, violet, amethyst
- >amethyst
- >amethyst
- >Ammy
- >not bad
- >"How's 'Ammy' sound to you?"
- >"Dat my name?"
- >you nod
- >"Fwuffy wuv dat name!"
- >fluffies love everything, it seems
- >the water's boiling
- >boil that spaghetti
- >drain that water
- >mix that sauce
- >you get two bowls, one for you, one for the fluffy
- >despite naming her, you still like to call her 'fluffy'
- >you carry the bowls to the table
- >you set the fluffy's bowl right next to you on the floor
- >"Yay! Sketties!"
- >she sticks her entire head in the bowl
- >you're not even sure if she's eating it or just sticking her face in it
- >either way, the two of you enjoy your spaghetti
- >you two haven't really talked much
- >you try to set up a conversation with her
- >"Do you like this place?"
- >she flings her head up, causing a couple noodles to fly across the room
- >"Yeah! Fwuffy feews wahm, and fwuffy has sketties, and fwuffy has a new name, and fwuffy has a nice daddeh too!"
- >oh fuck
- >did she just call you her daddy
- >son of a bitch, you knew this was coming
- >should you tell her you aren't really her daddy?
- >you decide against it
- >the two of you finish eating in silence
- >you have no clue what to say
- >gladly, the fluffy fills that gap
- >"Daddeh, fwuffy's...tiwehed."
- >alrighty then, she's sleepy
- >now, where is she gonna sleep
- >"Alright, dadd--I'm gonna go find you something comfortable to sleep in."
- >there's no way you almost called yourself daddy
- >are you actually thinking that you're its dad now?
- >you push the thought out of your head and rummage through some laundry
- >bingo!
- >an old sleeping bag from when you were a kid
- >you've outgrown it now, but your fluffy should fit just fine
- >you call your fluffy over to you
- >she trots over happily, despite being so tired
- >now, where exactly is she gonna be allowed to sleep?
- >well, not on the main floor or in the basement, that's for sure
- >she'd be terrified
- >someplace on the upper floor would be perfect
- >hold on a second
- >you know just the place
- >you carry the fluffy and the sleeping bag upstairs
- >you open the door to your old office
- >ever since you moved a bunch of stuff to your room, there's a lot of empty space there
- >just perfect
- >you set up the sleeping bag, and Ammy walks right inside
- >you tuck her in, and start headed out the door
- >"Daddeh?"
- >you stop dead in your tracks
- >here we fucking go
- >"I wuv you."
- >oh son of a bitch
- >"Yeah, I, uh...I love you too."
- >"Goodnight, daddeh."
- >"Yeah. 'Night."
- >you close the door behind you and sit down on the stairs
- >that's the first time your heart's melted that hard
- >you're almost starting to feel glad she's around
- >you head into the kitchen and break out the scotch
- >you really need a drink right now
- >you look at the clock
- >it's already six in the morning
- >you call your job and tell them you can't come in today
- >when asked why, you just tell them you came across an animal in poor shape, and you need to take care of it
- >the boss isn't happy, but he at least lets you stay home
- >you head back to your bedroom and let sleep overwhelm you
- >you're out before your head even hits the pillow
- >you wake up a few hours later
- >you didn't get enough sleep, but you're up now
- >as you start to get up, you hear Ammy
- >she's making a bunch of what you can only describe as "waking up noises"
- >how did she get into your bed?
- >how did she even get out of the office?
- >regardless, you lie back down
- >she stops stirring and lets out a little sigh
- >you just stare at the ceiling, your logic conflicting with your emotions
- >if you let her stay, you know what's gonna happen
- >you're gonna get attached to it
- >but maybe that's not such a bad thing
- >you pet Ammy's head, and she gives a little smile in her sleep
- >you just lie there for hours, doing nothing but petting her
- >yeah, maybe being attached isn't a bad thing
- >your days with Ammy fly right on by
- >everyday you play together, snuggle, whatever
- >the only thing that matters is that you two get to be together
- >by the time she's about four (from what you can guess, she was a couple weeks old at most when you got her), she has foals of her own
- >you don't know the father, probably some feral fluffy
- >she says she never sees him anyways
- >a couple more years pass
- >Ammy is already seven years old
- >but she's not doing too well
- >from what you've guessed, most fluffies live a couple weeks at the most, due to drowning, abuse, whatever
- >you've never heard of a fluffy living this long
- >but it seems that they don't have a very long lifespan
- >only about seven or eight years
- >Ammy's grown old and frail
- >she can hardly play anymore
- >she tries, though
- >she's still as enthusiastic as ever, albeit a tad bit slower now
- >but how much longer could she have left?
- >the answer, as it turns out, isn't very long
- >within a couple weeks, she gets slower and slower
- >she's constantly sore
- >it's hard for her to eat
- >she's nearing the end
- >you take her to the vet, just to see what they can do
- >you know the answer before you even get there, but you go anyways
- >they tell you they can't do anything for her now
- >she's just old
- >they tell you there's two options
- >you can take her home and let her die there, painfully
- >or you can get her euthanized
- >you take a ragged breath
- >you know what you want to do
- >but you also know what you're going to do
- >"Alright, doc. We're gonna-"
- >your voice falters
- >you've gotta keep your composure
- >for Ammy's sake
- >"We're gonna go with the euthanasia."
- >you lay Ammy down on the table
- >you wish you'd brought her a blanket or something, but it's too late for that now
- >"D-daddeh?"
- >"Yes, Ammy?"
- >"W-what's gonna ha-happen?"
- >"The doctors are gonna...they're gonna put you to sleep."
- >you can't contain it any longer
- >you let a couple tears roll down your face
- >"Daddeh...pwease don't cwy..."
- >"you sniff
- >"Okay. Alright, I won't cry."
- >you sniff again
- >you stroke her head for a couple minutes, not saying anything
- >you don't need to say anything
- >"Daddeh?"
- >"Yes, Ammy?"
- >you look at her
- >she's crying
- >"I wuv you."
- >you let a few more tears go
- >"Yeah. Yeah, I love you too, Ammy."
- >you sit there, still stroking her
- >the doctor walks in with the needle
- >"Is there anything you two would like to say before I do this?"
- >you look at Ammy, and she shakes her head
- >"No. No, I think we're good."
- >the doctor puts his hand on your shoulder
- >"You made a difficult choice, son. But it was the right one."
- >you want to scream at him, to tell them that it isn't right, that it was the hardest choice you've ever made
- >instead, you just nod
- >you grab Ammy's front leg
- >she holds on tight as the doctor injects her
- >your silent tears turn into sobs
- >Ammy looks you dead in the eye
- >"Goodbye, daddeh...I wuv you..."
- >and then she's gone
- >you sit there for an hour
- >feeling empty
- >alone
- >your legs have gone numb and your hands are shaking
- >but you pick up her body and drive home
- >you prepare a makeshift grave in the backyard
- >you set her body down in the hole
- >she looks almost peaceful now
- >"Goodbye, Ammy."
- >and with that, she's buried
- >you walk back inside your house
- >the foals are all running around, playing
- >happy
- >the foals all run up to you
- >"Daddeh? Where's mommeh?"
- >you stare at them for a few seconds
- >your gut feels like you just ate a pound of cement
- >"She's...she's gone."
- >the tears stream down your face
- >"She was very old, and now she's...she's gone to a better place."
- >the foals look as sad as you feel
- >"Wiww we see mommeh ever again?"
- >"Yes...yes, you'll see her again...someday. I don't know when, but someday."
- >you scoop up all the foals
- >you hug them tightly
- >you're going to raise them to be just like Ammy
- >the greatest fluffy pony in the world
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