Replacement - Part 4

>Still an average joe.
>Owner of Plumsweet, an adorable fluffy pony whom you purchased to try and bring your father out of his alcohol fuelled depression.
>It's been an hour since Plumsweet asked you to place your dad's vodka in her litter box, and proceeded to take a crap on it.
>Your mother gave Plumsweet a cuddle and a chocolate for that.
>Your dad stormed out of the house, and hasn't been seen since.
>You're expecting there'll be hell to pay when he gets back... If he's not blacked-out at the pub again.
>For now, you're enjoying the late evening sunset while Plumsweet gets used to the backyard.
>It's November, meaning summer is just around the corner.
>So a warm evening like this is not too uncommon.
>Good thing you had some drinks on ice.
>It really is a beautiful evening; Bell birds are sounding in the bushland behind your house, the sunset has painted your surroundings a pleasant orange, and there are skinks on the small stone wall of your garden, basking in the last few hours of sunlight.
>Plumsweet finds them adorable in the extreme.
>"Hewwo widdwe not-fwuffy! Yoo wan pway wif Pwumsweet?"
>Skinks, being skittish little lizards, bolt at the sight of this strange, comparative giant.
>Plumsweet thinks it's all a game and starts chasing them.
>"Widdwe not-fwuffy pway wun awound! Wuv wun awound!"
>Eventually she loses the skinks in the grass, only to move on to another, with whom she engages in another rousing game of "Run Around".
>You're not diabetic, but God DAMN do you need some insulin.

>Plumsweet's behaviour with these little lizards is interesting.
>From what you've seen of other fluffies your friends owned, they HATED lizards.
>As well as large roaches, mice, magpies, minahs, etc...
>Couple that with the way she shut your father down, and you begin to wonder what this little fluffy has been through.
>Fortunately for you, the RSPCA has begun a process of providing "Pet Records" to those who adopt animals.
>It compiles a full list of what the animal has been through before coming to you.
>It's supposed to help owners who have adopted animals that have been abused treat the psychoses that the animals usually develop.
>Right now, it seems like a good way to get inside your new pet's head.
>Flipping through the literature the RSPCA gave you (Including such classics as 'Sorry Sticks and You' and 'Milk Titty for Coffee: Australia says No'), you eventually find Plumsweet's records.

NAME: N/A (CALLS SELF "FWUFFY")
DOB: XX/XX/2XXX
COLOURATION: WHITE COAT WITH PINK, RED AND FUCHSIA STRIPED MANE
NOTES:
	- BORN IN CAPTIVITY
	- KIND PARENTS LEAD TO HEALTHY, HAPPY FILLY
	- ENJOYS BALL, STRING, RUNNING AND HUGS
	- LOVES TO SMILE AND SEE OTHERS SMILE
	- FIRST HEAT AT 2 MONTHS
	- MOTHER AT 3 MONTHS
	- ONE COLT MISCHIEVOUS, SOMETIMES MALICIOUS
	- WOULD ATTACK OTHER FOALS TO GET MILK, TOYS, ETC.
	- FLUFFY STOPPED BEHAVIOUR WITH "TOUGH LOVE"
	- FOALS HEALTHY, GROWN TO FULL HERD MEMBERS AT 2 MONTHS


>Now that's interesting.
>She's been a mother before!
>Seems like her colt was a handful, but she managed to tough it out and rear the foal.
>Is that why she acted that way towards your dad?
>Since you're her daddy, maybe she doesn't see him as an authority figure.
>Just a sulky human who is acting like a baby?
>Your eyes are then drawn to the bottom of the page...

*WARNINGS*
	- FLUFFY SHOWS SIGNS OF POSSIBLE 'SFS'

>What in the hell is 'SFS'?
>Maybe you should call the RSPCA and-
>"Hewwo hissy not-fwuffy! Yoo wan pway wun awound too?"
>Hissy...?
>You look up only to see Plumsweet smiling into the face of a hissing Blue Tongue.
>OHSHIT.
"Plumsweet, get away from that lizard!"
>Plumsweet turns to you and opens her mouth to say something...
>... Only to have the Blue Tongue latch onto her front right hoof.
>Plumsweet lets out an ear-piercing shriek.
>"OOOOWWWIEEEEESSS! HOOFSIE HUWWWWWT! WAAAAAAHHHH! WHY HUWT?!?"
>She starts shaking her hoof around, but her strength isn't enough to shake off the angry lizard.
>You're off like a bolt, scooping up your pony and pulling the Blue Tongue off her hoof and putting the squirming reptile back in the garden
>Plumsweet is crying in your arms
>"Waaahhhh! D-Daddy, hissy not-fwuffy *hic* H-huwt Pwumsweet!"
"I know Plumsweet, shhhh. It'll be ok... Come on, let's get you patched up."
>Through her tears, she nods meekly.
>The lizard goes back to sunning itself.
>You make a mental note to stop Plumsweet coming out on her own for any long periods.

>You carry Plumsweet inside, put her on the counter and take a good look at her hoof.
>The lizard broke the delicate skin under her fluff, but the wound isn't as bad as it looks.
>Just needs a clean and a bandage.
>But first, you need to trim the blood-stained fluff around it.
>Plumsweet ain't gonna like that.
"Plumsweet, I need you to be brave girl so Daddy can make you better."
>She sniffles and nods slightly.
>You take out the first aid kit and pull out some scissors, and begin the delicate operation of fluff styling.
>"W-why daddy take fwuff! Need fwuff!"
"It's ok Plumsweet, your fluff will come back, I promise... Now, be very brave. Daddy has to..."
>Brain switching to "Fluff Mode"
>"Daddy has to make tiny little hurties so you don't get big hurties. Trust Daddy?"
>The tiny pony looks into your eyes slowly.
>"Pwumsweet twust daddy. No wan big huwties."
"Good girl."
>Plumsweet still squeezes her eyes shut, despite her words of trust.
>Thanks for the vote of confidence, fluff-ball.
>You pull out an antiseptic swab and wipe the wound.
>Plumsweet lets out a squeak of discomfort and sobs a little, but otherwise remains silent.
>You then wrap a small bandage the tiny leg.

"Okay Sweetie, all better!"
>Plumsweet opens her eyes and rolls over and tries to stand up.
>She's a little wobbly and favouring her leg, but otherwise she's fine
>"Pwumsweet aww betta! Daddy magik! WUV Daddy!"
>She potters up to your arm and cuddles it as tightly as she can.
>HNNNNGGGG.
"And I love you, little lady."
>Once she's finished wowing over your 'Majik', she looks up at you again with a serious face.
>Well, as a serious as a fluffy pony can be.
>"Daddy, pwease take Pwumsweet ou'side 'gain?"
>... Is this the famous fluffy pony short-term memory you've heard about?
"Why do you want to go outside again, Plumsweet?"
>"Wan find meany not-fwuffy. Need teww him sumfing."
>WHAT.
>Either this fluffy is a moron, or she's got balls of steel.
>You're probably going to regret this...
"Ok darl, we'll go out again. But I'm staying with you the whole time."

>You carry Plumsweet outside again, holding her to your chest as you walk over to the 'Scene of the Crime'.
>'Lo and behold, there's the culprit, still sunning himself before the night falls.
>Plumsweet wriggles a little in your arms
>"Daddy, Pwumsweet go down, pwease?"
>... God, you wish you weren't such a push-over.
>You place her down, and she waddles over to the Blue Tongue
>It, of course, starts hissing again and baring it's titular blue tongue.
>Plumsweet stares it down for a few seconds, looking as serious as she possibly can
>Before suddenly bopping the lizard on the nose with her good hoof
>"Yoo bad not-fwuffy! No bitey ow be meany, be nice and nu bitey! Nu bitey, nu get owies fwom Pwumsweet!"
>The lizard hisses some more, but backs way slowly.
>Plumsweet waddles back over to you and asks to be picked up again.
>As you carry your tiny pony back inside, one thought is going through your mind.
>... WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
>Was this the "Tough Love" mentioned in Plumsweet's Pet History?
>A facet of the 'SFS' mentioned in the warnings?
>Either way, you're probably going to have your hands full with this one...

>4 hours later, after a hearty dinner of left over pizza for you and your mother, and big helping of spaghetti for Plumsweet, you're all in the back lounge room.
>You watching a movie, your mother reading, Plumsweet curled up in your lap and snoozing.
>All of you are then jolted out of your reverie by the door bursting open
>"WHERE'S THAT LITTLE FLUFFY FUCK?!"
>Oh God, Dad's home...