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- >Afternoon of day five.
- >It's still drizzling as you return to the island.
- >At first, they want to know where their friend has gone.
- >”Hooman take fwiend! Where fwiend go?!” the silver unicorn asks.
- >You attempt to explain what you've done, but they all hide from you anyway.
- >”No wan' go poofy-bye!” the yellow earth fluffy cries.
- >You decide the only way to solve this problem is tell the truth.
- >You explain that you took the orange fluffy to a land full of spaghetti.
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- >The fluffies run over to you as fast as their stubby legs will carry them.
- >”We wan' go sgetti-wand! We wan' go!” the earth fluffies cry.
- >Well, that was easy.
- >Now there's a different issue.
- >You want them to go into the crate.
- >They don't.
- >You discover that herding fluffy ponies is like trying to teach nuclear physics to a goldfish.
- >If they're not hugging your legs, they're bouncing around shrieking 'pway wif hooman!' or 'pick fwuffy!' or 'wan' sgettis!'
- >You decide to simplify matters.
- >After fighting your way to the wooden crate, you tip it upright again.
- >Then you begin picking them up and setting them into it.
- >”No sowwy-bocks!” the red pegasus screams.
- >”Fwuffy sowwy! No put fwuffy in dawk pwace!” the purple earth fluffy wails.
- “Calm down, the box won't hurt you.”
- >They don't buy it. Soon, you have a wooden crate full of crying fluffies.
- >”Pwease wet out, fwuffy be good!” they beg.
- >You realize you have another problem.
- >This box is too damn big to carry by yourself.
- >And even if you could get it to the shore, it's not going to fit in your car.
- >You hear buzzing and look down into the crate.
- >The pegasus fluffies are trying to fly, but they only get about three inches off the bottom.
- >”Wet out! Wet out! Fwuffy wan' pway outside!” the green one yells.
- >You take a minute to consider your options.
- >Since the crate has gaps between the planks, it won't fill with water.
- >They won't drown. Theoretically.
- >They also won't get themselves hurt by running around.
- >Figuring you've bought yourself some time, you go inside to call your friend for help.
- >He's got a truck, too, which is a bonus.
- >You depart the island, trying to ignore the fluffy cries.
- >In the crate, simplistically articulated accusations are starting to fly.
- >”You make hooman weave!” the silver unicorn sniffles.
- >The two pegasus fluffies are indignant. At least, they're as indignant as something with an IQ of 12 can be. ”No, I good fwuffy! Good fwuffy no make hooman go poofy-bye!”
- >”You twy fwy outta sowwy-bocks!” the blue earth fluffy says.
- >”Sowwy-bocks bad! Fwuffy wan' pway! Fwuffy is good fwuffy!”
- >They don't notice the yellow earth fluffy in the corner by herself, shaking furiously.
- >They do notice the smell soon after.
- >”No smell pwetty!” the green pegasus gasps. “Fwuffy make poopies in sowwy-bocks!”
- >Outright panic sets in. The yellow earth fluffy sobs, while the others all shove themselves in the farthest corner.
- >”Fwuffy bad! Fwuffy make bad poopies!”
- >”Had to! Fwuffy tummy hurted!”
- >”You no s'pose make poopies in sowwy-bocks!”
- >She is freaking out at this point.
- >”No wan' sowwy-stick! No wan'! Fwuffy sowwy make bad poopies!”
- >The red pegasus loses her mind when she hears 'sowwy-stick'.
- >”We all gon' get sowwy-stick! We all be in twouble!”
- >The fluffies begin screaming to nobody in particular about how sorry and good they are.
- >This keeps going until you return with your friend and look in the crate.
- “What are you yelling about?”
- >They bawl loudly and scream apologies, crowded so tightly into the corner that the yellow fluffy is forced to the center.
- >”Move! Wet in! Wet in! Fwuffy no wan' be awone! Fwuffy not bad fwuffy! Fwuffy had make poopies!” she cries.
- >You see the problem and sigh.
- >Your friend is just snickering.
- >You have to ask, even though you know the answer.
- “Who shit in the crate?”
- >The yellow earth fluffy experiences an entirely new level of fear.
- >She's so afraid, she lies down and hyperventilates.
- >She tries to cover her head with her stubby forelegs, hiccuping a broken series of 'sowwy' all the while.
- >When you reach down toward her, she screams and begins to piss herself.
- >In reaction, the fluffy ponies huddled together begin shitting everywhere.
- >They apologize for this even as they do it, crying and begging for forgiveness.
- >This begins a cycle of defecation and remorse that causes your friend to laugh loudly.
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- >You now have a crate full of crying, shit-covered fluffies.
- >The yellow one is still pissing herself and shaking.
- >They all implore you to not injure them.
- “This is just fucking great.”
- >Your tone sends the fluffies into a new round of terror.
- >In desperation, they blame the shit, running around and sobbing as they scold their feces for betraying them.
- >They reaffirm that they are good fluffies. They are sorry fluffies.
- >Your friend gasps for air as he laughs.
- “Well, you're not going to spaghetti land now.”
- >They lean up on the side, begging for mercy.
- >”Sowwy! Pwease wuv fwuffies! Pwease go sgetti-wand! Pwease no sowwy-stick!”
- >The smell is unlike anything you have ever encountered.
- >Not even Snowflake's shit stunk like this.
- >It's like they have some sort of ability to enhance the stink if they're afraid.
- >Perhaps it's evolution's attempt to give them some sort of deterrent against predators.
- >Maybe it was a practical joke between gene scientists at the lab.
- >You glare down at them, annoyed, as they try to climb out and hug you.
- >Hugs fix everything.
- “No. Stay in there while I figure out what to do with you.”
- >They take that to mean 'sowwy-stick'.
- >Once again, they shit themselves in self-defense.
- >Big. Fucking. Sigh.
- >Your friend looks in the crate while you walk away to think.
- >”Hey, why's this one not moving?”
- >”Fwiend? Fwiend? We sowwy cawl you bad fwuffy!” they all hug the motionless one. “Pwease hug!”
- >It's hard to tell, but finally, you see some yellow through all that brown.
- >The yellow earth fluffy scared, pissed, and shat herself to death.
- “Let her be.”
- >You telling them not to hug her confuses them.
- >”Why? Fwuffies wuz mean to yewwa fwuffy, wan' make betta!”
- “You can't make her better. Just sit in the corner, please.”
- >They reluctantly agree, still babbling about how sorry and good they are and not meaning to hug even though hugs fix everything.
- >There's no point in explaining this to them.
- >Your friend isn't laughing anymore as you send him into your house for gloves.
- >The six shitty, fluffy ponies are now five.
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