A Gamer and his Fluffies 3

>Once the pasta / salad was gone (and the paper plates too... damn they were hungry) you collect the remains of their meal (a few stray stiff paper) and offer them a damp rag to clean off with.
>You also, with a few layers of T.P. clean up the mess Pegasis made in the tub.
"Have you guys had enough?"
>"Tummeh nuu huwtie! Fank' Yuu Daddeh." His voice drops off at the end, and he yawns adorably
>"Oon'cawn wub daddeh!"
>"Jush Wah-Hows tummeh happi..." another yawn.
>finally, Unicorn Yawns, completing the cycle.
>They all seem like they're pretty sleepy.
>A quick check of your cell phone reminds you that it's already after nine.
"Okay guys, I'm going to take you out of the tub now, let's see about getting you guys a bed for the night."
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Eleven o'clock and you have work in the morning.
>The Fluffies have snuggled together into an adorable little pile of fluff, Both of the boys hugging tightly around Unicorn.
>Yeah, they'll probably get her pregnant soon, but for right now, she's just another poor little refugee in your Hobby-room.
>With an empty pizza box as their designated "litterbox", you give each of them one last pat and a few words of encouragement before you put them to sleep for the night.
>As you are about to shut the door,
>"Daddeh? Jush Wah-Hows nuu wike dawk. Daddeh mae bwight foh Jush Wah-Hows?"
>Aww... little guy wants a night light.
>You don't have one of those anymore but...
>"Sure little guy, wait just a second."
>You don't have a Night-Light, but you DO have a Avacyn Restored Helvault store promo that you rigged up with a single LED connected to a battery pack.
>You flip the switch, and a great light shines forth from behind the angelic figure.
>The whole herd lift their sleepy little heads.
>"Pwetty..." Unicorn gasps.
"All for you. She'll be your guardian angel tonight, and keep you safe."
>"Peghis wuv Gawdin' An-jel."
>More sleepy yawns, and your herd settles in for the night.
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>The next morning, you make oatmeal for the fluffies (they love it), and triple-check your hobby room to make sure it's, if not fluffy-proofed, at least fluffy-safe.
>All containers of glue and paint have been removed, all models are chilling in their foam-lined locked strong boxes, and all books are shelved on the very sturdy ornate bookshelf you purchased from an estate sale.
>Actually, you own quite a bit of 40+ year old furniture thanks to various auctions and whatnot. It's not always as cheap as IKEA, but it sure as hell outlasts it.
>As a final pass, you give each of the fluffies a big hug, then head out for the day.
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Nine (and a bit) hours later, you return.
>Today was productive, and you accomplished something, so that always makes you feel good.
Over lunch, you bought a bag of proper fluffy chow, in addition to a real litter box and a pet bed.
>Gotta do this daddy thing right.
>Of course, when you come in, they are waiting.
>Chaos? Chaos would be a good starting word for it.
>"JUSH WAH-HOWS WUB DADDEH!"
>His tiny body impacts your leg with a flying tackle, going straight into a hug.
>"Daddeh hab besh toys! Gif tuu fwuffies! Wub toys suu mush!"
>Somehow, and you're not suggesting the impossible here, somehow, they got into your plastic models bin.
>Which was locked when you left.
>And on a shelf above fluffy pony reach.
>It's about 80% random D&D minis (the cheap ones Wizards put out a few years ago), and the rest are from various "clix" lines, or other cheap-ass plastic minis things.
>At the same time, they seem to have gotten into your foamcore terrain boxes.
>So you have hundreds of tiny, spindly plastic things all over the floor, around dozens of bits and pieces of terrain.
>"Daddeh! Peghis geh bwock suu high!"
>He's managed to get three gelatinous cubes one on top of the other.
>Actually, not bad for a fluffy pony.
>But then Unicorn bounces by and knocks the stack over.
>"Oon'cawn Wuv Daddeh! Suu gud tuu Oon'cawn!"
>She joins warhorse in hugging your other shin.
>Patiently, you pick them both off your legs, and give all three of your ponies a good scratching.
>After dinner, while your fluffies are watching TV, you clean up the mess.
>Magically, not one single corrosive spot of Fluffy pony poop was outside of the "litterbox", nor were there any toys IN the litterbox.
>In the end, you just throw the badly saturated pizza box away.
>You also realize, you had not purchased any toys.
>Well, they liked your miniatures, and, during your cleanup, you have determined that there wasn't any breakage...
>The damn things are pointy though, and you'd really hate for an errant Balor Spike or Giant Warforged-Blade to injure one of them.
>So you carefully put the tough little plastic toys back in their oversized box, and move it up to a higher shelf.
>Except the gelatinous cubes, those will make good blocks.
>Of course, you pick three relatively harmless ones, and leave them out.
>A tiny plastic Unicorn, Pegasis, and Warhorse.
>It'll do them good to have positive role models.
>As long as you're being generous, you have that stuffed d20 you picked up at a con on an impulse-buy.
>It hasn't been doing anything but gathering dust for ages.
>And the fluffies will probably love it more than you do.
>Pegasis pokes his head around the door frame.
>Daddeh? Peghis' an' offah fwuffies tummehs wan' foodies. Can haf moh s'ketties?"
"I don't have any spaghetti for you tonight, I didn't have any last night either, that was just pasta."
>"Fwuffies can haf moh passa?"
>Clever boy.
"Tonight, I have good food for you." Go wait with Unicorn and Warhorse."
>"Otay!" Pegasis bobbles off happily.
>Well, now that you've got everything they really need to live, you should get on your little "gaming" project.
>Maybe after dinner.
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>After Pasta, fluffy chow went down without much comment.
>Clearly, they didn't like it very much.

>"Foodies Mae' tummeh nuu huwtie." Pegasis reassures Unicorn while they all chew away at their pellet-like kibble.
>"Oon'cawn know." she replies, between mouthfuls.
>Okay, so the food wasn't the best, maybe playtime will make it better.
>After they clean their bowls (down to licking the plastic, this for food they didn't like) you give them their big fuzzy d20.
>"Would you guys like to play a game with your daddy?"
>Simultaneous chorus: "Pway!"
>That would be a yes.
>"Alright!  We'll try playing heroes again!"
>"Yayyy!"