Grounded

>She was your first fluffy pony
>A cute little ball of orange fluff
>You took her home from the pet store
>You didn’t have time to make a safe room, but you cleaned the house and knew >you could keep an eye on her
>She was so energetic, always comeing up and borderline demanding to “pway!” “pway ball”!
>After a few days it turned into “pway fly!” “pway airplane!”
>She loved to fly, or really glide, it was all fluffy pony could do
>She would jump from tables, chairs, stairs and glide down, she was pretty good too
>It had been a month with her, no drownings, no death, just a silly fluffy pony
>You decide to take her outside, careful to watch her at all times
>”pway outsiwd!” she is so excited
>She runs around, if you can call it that, so cute
>She manages to climb onto one of your chairs in the backyard, impressive
>”pway fly!”
>She jumps off just like she does inside, gliding as gracefully as a fluffy pony can
>But suddently a little breeze comes and catches her, raising her into the air
>You get up, ready to catch her as she descends slowly
>”pway fly! pway high!”
>The orange ball of fluff comes down
>As she is aboce your hands, another breeze blows her away
>You chase walk after her, a huge smile of her face
>”pway fly! pway fast! pway…”
>Her bady words suddenly turn to baddling as she lands in the birdbath
>God no!
>You run over and extract her from the bath
>Its too late
>Fluffy pony drowned
>After a week of a boring and sad house, you decide to get another fluffy pony
>No flying for this one though
>At the pet store you make a mistake
>A hyper, social and confident blue fluffy with rare rainbow hair and tail attracts you
>At some risk, you take her, but no flying outside, or in rooms with fans
>She comes back with you and explores the living room
>This time you take her to her safe room
>Not the best, but it is padded, nothing dangerous and you got a great portable cage for her
>You play with her all night before putting her in the cage overnight
>You are up early in the morning and see fluffy pony on the stairs
>She jumps off, gliding to the ground
>”pway!”
>As she begins to loose height, she flaps her wings, ascending up and lands on your lap
>”hungry!”
>After searching the internet, some fluffy ponies can fly, its rare and even their flying is bad
>But its still more than gliding
>After a a restless night, you know you have to do it
>”pway! pway fly!”
>”Now right now, pway a game now”
>Why did you talk like it now?
>Either way, you showed her a new game
>You have a wodden board, with four little holes in it on the table
>You told her to stand in the holes
>”why daddy?”
>”It’ll help your flying, its like exercise”
>Her eyes lit up as she put her fluff hooves in the holes and lowered her self to look ready
>Pulling out a container of super glew, you put it into the four holes.
>”Whw this stufw?”
>”Special flying helper stuff!”
>”cowl, fly high!”
>The glue set fast and you moved beind her
>”Wherw go!”
>You don’t answer her, you reach below the table and grab what you need
>”What I do?” Fluffy pony says as she hears you behind her
>”Open you fluffy wings please”
>She does, and as soon as she does you grab one
>”pway fly?”
>”Just stretching out your wing Fluffy”
>The scissor blades strike her wing at their base
>”AHH!!”
>She’s crying and trying to fight, but she can’t move or fly
>Her wings are stronger than you thought, but after some force, the bone breaks
>You cut the wing off and it falls below her
>She knows its gone
>”why, no wingie now, where go!!!”
>THe second wing is completly retracted now and you have to force it open
>”no like game, pawy new game da…”
>Her voice cuts out in favor of a scream as the blades hit home again
>The bone breaks faster this time, and the wing is cut off
>You move to fluffy pony’s front
>”why, why no fly! WHY NO FLY!”
>”I’m sorry, I don’t want to lose you too” you cry a little
>You leave her in the glue for a few hours to calm down, she’s crying the whole time
>”no pway fly, where wingies, whw gone?”
>After a few hours, a little soda into the holes melts the glue away
>Fluffy pony doesn’t move
>You can see muscles moving under her fluff, trying to fly away
>”WWHYY NO FLY PWAY FLY NO!”
>You take her upstairs, she’s thrashing about in your cupped hands as you drop her in the cage
>Her muscles still beating like mad
>”no fly when fly when wingies come?”
>You can’t answer and leave the room
>It takes a week until she really starts to forget about her wings
>Before she forgets you leave her in the cage
>The one time you let her our she jumps off a stool and falls straight down
>She looks at you in confusion
>”why no fly, wingies no worwk”
>But eventually she can’t remember flying, or her wings and loves you again
>You buy her a new earth fluffy pony friend and they get along
>As far as your blue and rainbow fluffy knows, she is an earth pony and always has been
>But you remember when she was free to fly
>You kept the blue wings, never again