Fluffy and Steve

Anonymous 01/21/12(Sat)04:56 No.33464317 | /co/
=======================================================================================================================================
>one day you wake up, shrouded in warmth
>you take it to be just being comfortable in your warm, cozy bed
>you try to roll over to go back to sleep, but realize you are sitting on your back and you can't roll for some reason
>uneasily, you open your eyes, wondering what is going on
>you can't see anything, something's in your face, some kind of rug
>you try to clear it out of the way, but you sort of bludgeon yourself in the face with your limbs, and you can't seem to feel your fingers
>with horror, you realize that you are now a fluffy pony
>you try to hold onto the last remaining vestiges of human intellect as the they slip from your empty little noggin
>with a smile, you perk up and set about your house looking for salt

>you feel the fluff creeping into your mind
>you try to speak, but your speaking has become broken and childlike
>colors become more vivid and inviting
>you feel a broad smile come over your new pony face
>some crayons catch your eye
>they seem like the greatest things in the world right now
>you want to doodle all over the walls
>you try to walk over
>you trip
>your motor skills have become unrefined
>you wile away the rest of your short fluffy pony like in a state of oblivious happiness

>day two as a fluffy pony
>not that you know that
>you've long since forgotten your past life
>you have a new owner now
>his name is Steve and you love him more than anything in the world
>Steve's gone now. You dont know where he goes all the time
>you want to run in circles inside. Running sounds like fun.
>midway your salt lick catches your eye
>you stop immediately, falling over and tumbling several times, before righting yourself and scampering over
>you open your mouth and extend your tongue
>the moment it makes contact, your tiny fluffy mind lights up
>so much feeling inside you
>soon the salt lick bores you
>you find yourself hungry
>well you dont have a word for it, but your little pony tummy is growling and you know you need to eat from the purple bowl
>you'd know it said "fluffy," if you could read
>where is that thing anyway?
>you cant remember where it is
>your mind falls into panic
>where is it? Your feeble fluffy pony mind is just able to comprehend that if you dont eat from the bowl, you'll die
>you start hyperventilating, looking around frantically
>your eyes land on that soft square lump you like to lie down on
>it's your only option
>you rush over to it and tear into it with your teeth
>there's something feathery and fluffy inside
>you choke it down
>you feel sick
>a nasty liquid flies out of your mouth, all over the soft things
>you dont know what it is
>you're afraid
>you start to cry
>the square thing opens
>Steve's home! You're saved!
>Steve is not happy. Steve is very very mad.
>Steve called you bad names and screamed at you
>all you want is for Steve to be happy
>your whole world shatters under Steve's disapproval

>Steve's mad about you eating the couch
>he put you outside and tied you to a pole, and made you sleep outside in the rain all night
>all you want to do is make him happy
>after Steve left, you set your brilliant plan into motion
>Steve liked food. You were going to make him food.
>you took a slice of bread and put it on the stove, right over the flame
>you take the burnt toast and put it on a paper plate
>you take out one of those eggs he likes so much
>you put it on the plate
>your clumsy hooves crack it. You think that's how it's supposed to look, so you leave it
>then you have to make him a card. That's what people do. You think.
>you draw a picture of the sky and put it next to the plate
>now for your masterstroke
>you run to the closet to dig out some pillows to replace the one you ate
>you drag out the pillows and throw them on the floor
>you lie down on one, your fluff pressing against you
>you see something outside
>it's one of Steve's rain collection buckets
>after last night, it was full
>you hear a voice in your head, softly speaking
>"they escaped the weight of darkness, to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit. They chose to drown, in a deeper vacancy"
>the voice mesmerizes you
>you notice you've been walking towards it
>you're outside
>staring into the water
>you can see your face looking back at you. Cute. Purple. Fluffy.
>you move forward, submerging yourself under the water, guided by some unknown purpose
>the voice returns
>"breathe in breathe in breathe in breathe in breathe in"
>you suck the water into your lungs
>blackness engulfs you
>Steve needs a new pony