Fluffy Space Core

>Go to fluffy pony shelter with intent to receive fluffy pone
>Your friend, a veteran fluffy owner, has advised you that fluffies that have been rescued from abusive owners tend to be less hyper, more level-headed, and more co-operative
>Of course the guy gets all melty-faced when you say you wanna rescue one
>Takes you to the barracks
>Ponies crying, sulking, trying to hurt themselves all around
>All to be expected, not shocking
>After a while, spy a pearl white colt with bright orange eyes
>He seems to be healthy enough, physically and mentally (for a fluffy pony, that is)
>Adopt him
>He's quieter than most fluffies, but that's shy you got a rescue
>By the time you get home, it's dark out
>Not until you open the door to his carrier do you realize the mistake you've made
>Fluffy pony comes out gingerly
>"Daddy?"
"Yeah, I'm your new daddy, buddy."
>He sits there and stares in silence for a bit
>Even though it's saving yourself a lot of annoyance, you're almost disappointed with the lack of cute baby babble
>When suddenly, fluffy pony shows his true colors
>"Fwuffy go space?"
>You ponder a bit
"Uh, well, I don't think you ca-"
>"Fwuffy wan' go space. When we gon' go space?"

>Oh god
>It's gonna be this shit from here on out, isn't it?
>"Whew space? Fwuffy wan' see space? Daddy know whew space is? Can fwuffy go space? Fwuffy wan' go space."
"I don't think you can go to space."
>"Fwuffy da best at space! Daddy can we go space?"
"Fluffy, you're not gonna go to space."
>"But daddy fwuffy da best at space?"
>Fix Fluffy a bowl of left-over pasta to shut him the hell up
>This works until bed time
>Leave fluffy in the safe room you've prepared, babbling about space to himself
>"Fwuffy gun' be da best at space... daddy... space..."
>Sleeping
* * *
>Get woken up at midnight
>What the hell
>"Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy"
>Fluffy pony has gotten out of his safe room and is on your bed
"Oh god, what?"
>"Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy DADDY!"
"What?!"
>"Fwuffy da best at space."
>You groan to yourself and revel in the mistake you've made
>Now's as good a time as any to name him
"Tell you what, I'm naming you Astro, okay?"
>It doesn't matter, he's just gonna keep calling himself "fwuffy" anyways
>"Daddy gif' fwuffy space?"
>Something has to be done about this
"You wanna go to space?"
>all at once, fluffy blurts out, "Yes daddy yes daddy daddy daddy yes fwuffy wuv space fwuffy wuv daddy an' space wan' go space fwuffy space daddy pwease!"
"Alright, I'm gonna get you to space."
>The pony immediately goes into a shocking seizure of excitement, now shouting simply unintelligible mewlings

>Take pony to basement, where he's still jumping around
>Fluffy pony runs around the cold basement floor, yelling about space more and probably breaking a few things
>You search around for a while until you find an old helium tank and some party balloons you've had since forever
>Fluffy pony soon forgets entirely about his mission and sets himself at your feet, once again repeating himself ocnstantly
>"Hey, hey hey, hey daddy! Daddy daddy hey daddy can we go space? Daddy! Fwuffy wan' go space!"
>On and on and on
>All balloons are inflated, all connected to one string
>Pick up fluffy pony, keeps on yelling without even skipping a beat
>You tie the string firmly around his midsection
>Take fluffy pony out to the backyard
>He's finally getting it
>he turns to you with an absolute paralysis of excitement in his eyes
>"F-... f-.. fwuffy go sp-sps-s-sp-spaaaacee??"
>Priceless
"Ignition in T-minus, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.."
>Liftoff
>Fluffy pony's low weight allows the helium to carry him consistently through the air
>As he floats upward, he wakes the whole neighborhood with his shouting
>"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACEEEEE!!!"
>When suddenly, the universe denies him happiness
>The string's security around his waist is compromised, and his is soon hanging by his front hooves
>This doesn't last long
>Your neighbor is woken up by his car alarm
>He finds the front windshield of his car completely smashed in by s bleeding, torn, and half-alive fluffy pony
>Still whimpering about, "Space... space... sp-... space....."
>To this day, your neighbor is convinced that he was visited by a space-pony
>RIP Astro