Fall of Cleveland 46 - Little Smarty

http://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/3220

Written by Marcus Maximus

Little Smarty
>Be a stuffed toy.
>Your name was briefly Mewody, when you were owned by a nice fluffy pony and family.
>Sadly, they dropped you during the panic to try and evacuate the park.
>Your fluffy owner was devastated.
>Not as devastated as she was by what happened to her afterwards, but that's another story.
>You are a stuffed replica of a fluffy unicorn.
>Your appearance was carefully designed with input from dozens of fluffy pony focus groups.
>You are scented with a combination of fragrances that make fluffy ponies happy and reassured.
>Spaghetti, mother fluffy, a little human deodorant and soap.
>You are a little more than half the size of a real fluffy pony.
>Fluffy abusers like to claim that fluffy ponies are not animals, but merely toys with no souls.
>In your case, this is actually true.
>You are totally non-sentient. You cannot think or move.
>But you ARE capable of speech, thanks to a cheap voice chip placed inside you.
>When given even the slightest hug or push, you randomly say one of six phrases.
>Your voice was also designed and tested to sound appealing to fluffy ears.
>It was provided by a British Columbian voice actress, the biggest expense put into making you.
>The chip has a hair trigger and goes off with even the smallest touch.
>You were designed to be hugged by Fluffy Ponies, who are not very strong.


>Be a big tough earth pony.
>Your herd has reached the fabled spaghetti land! There should be toys and nummies for all of you!
>But instead, there are all these meanie fluffies everywhere!
>Trying to take your toys! Trying to take your nummies!
>Spaghetti Land was where YOU were trying to go! It's YOUR place!
>These dummy bad fluffies should all go away!
>Right now there is a whole other herd of meanie fluffies standing between you and the spaghetti tower.
>This will not stand!
>"Dis our pwace, dummy fwuffies! You go 'way now!"
>"Nuuu! Dis OUR pwace! Skettie land fo' good fwuffies! You bad fwuffies go' way or gif big ouchies!"
>Stupid bad fluffy is calling you a bad fluffy!
>HE's the bad fluffy!
>Angry, you charge at him and knock him down.
>You'll give him big ouchies!
>Your two herds collide and begin fighting ferociously!
>Well, not REALLY as you're all fluffy ponies, but you don't know that.

>Suddenly, in the middle of the pitched battle, a voice rings out clearly above all the fighting:
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>Whaa? Who said that? Who would say that, in the middle of a battle?
>You and the bad fluffy look behind you.
>You see a little fluffy on the ground. Is it a baby? No, it's shaped like a grown-up fluffy.
>Must just be short.
>She is also the prettiest fluffy you have ever seen.
>Even after being stepped on by you and the bad fluffy, her beauty is breathtaking.
>She smells nice, too. She smells friendly and happy.
>Was it her who said you were a good fluffy?
>The bad fluffy you were fighting picks the beautiful fluffy up from the ground.

>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"

>You are shocked. She said HE was a good fluffy? But he's a bad fluffy!
>"Nuuu! He bad fwuffy!" you cry, grabbing the beautiful fluffy away from the meanie.
>"Fwuffy fwend!" the beautiful fluffy responds.
>"Fwuffy... fwend?" you say, astonished.

>"Yay! Pwetty fwuffy MY fwend! You wet her go! You bad fwuffy!"
>"Nuuuu! No' bad fwuffy! Fwuffy no' bad fwuffy!" you cry. How can the beautiful fluffy forsake you?
>You hug the beautiful fluffy tightly.

>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"

>There is an awkward pause.
>"Dat good fwuffy?" asks your enemy, pointing at you.
>"Him not bad fwuffy?" you ask, pointing at your hated foe.

>The lovely fluffy doesn't say anything.
>After the briefest pause, both of you start pulling, trying to get her away from the other.
>"Fwuffy fwend!" she declares firmly.

>The battle around you has died down.
>The other fluffies, searching for the source of the beautiful voice, have gathered around
>all of them staring in awe at this lovely fluffy.

>"Dese ... no bad fwuffies? Fwuffies fwends?" you ask at last, breaking the silence.
>"Dat right!" the gorgeous creature responds as you tug at her. "Smawty fwuffy!"

>The reaction around you is instantaneous, as all the former enemies start hugging one another.
>"You good fwuffy!" "Fwuffy fwend!" "Fwuffy wuv new fwend!"
>"Pway?" suggests the beautiful fluffy, and all the good fluffies around you agree.
>You hug and play games and laugh and are happy. These fluffies are nice after all!
>And it's all because of the pretty little fluffy.
>You'd thought these other fluffies were bad fluffies, but they were good fluffies all along!
>You are all friends now, and can live in Spaghetti Land together!
>It's all one big happy fluffy pony herd now!
>And you know exactly who should lead it.

>"Wittle fwuffy teach us other fwuffies fwends!" you declare, holding up the beautiful fluffy.
>"Wittle fwuffy smawty fwend!"
>As you hold her aloft, the perfect fluffy speaks once more.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!"

>Hooray! She has accepted!
>All the fluffy ponies cheer.


>Be a stuffed toy.
>Your name was briefly Mewody, but now, apparently, you are "Little Smarty".
>You can't actually move on your own, nor do you speak unless hugged or shaken, but nobody seems to mind.
>The other fluffies take turns having your ride on their backs.
>You don't say much besides "pway", "huggies", "fwend" and "dat right", but the fluffies don't mind.
>The girl fluffies all think you're beautiful and want to be like you.
>The boy fluffies all respect you.
>They don't try to give you special huggies because you don't have that kind of smell.
>You smell comforting. You smell like a mummy or daddy.
>You are their new queen.
>If you were actually able to think, you'd be very happy.