Title:           More Fluffies!
Author:          AnonKono
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/0jEskdFQ
First Edit:      Sunday 25th of March 2012 10:49:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 25th of March 2012 10:49:11 PM CDT

Author's note: Fluffy pony has been renamed Carrot, and is now Orange.
 
>Be Sunday, no work.
>Be late morning.
>It's raining.
>Sitting on the couch reading a book and sipping your coffee.
>Carrot is napping peacefully after an extremely energetic morning romp around the appartment.
>THUNDERCLAP
>That was startling.
>SQUEE
>Look just in time to see Carrot bolt off in a random direction, squeeling in fear.
>And knocking your coffee over!
"Carrot!"
>Hear a crash from the living room.
>Rush in to see all the books on your desk come crashing down.
>Don't see Carrot.
>THUNDERCLAP
>Hear a cry from your bedroom.
>Go in to find a terrified fluffy pony cowering under your bed.
>Try to coax her out.
"Come on out, Carrot. Mommy's here."
>Doesn't work. Carrot just curls up and mumbling to herself. "No scawy noise. Scawy noise go'way"
"Come on, Carrot. Get out from under there," you half plead, half order.
>Try to reach her. Arm is too short.
>Another clap of thunder, a particularly loud and vivacious one.
>Carrot comes flying out from under the bed.
>Feel like you got hit by a fluffy cannonball.
>Look down.
>See a wide-eyed orange fluffy pony staring at you.
>"Big noise wan huwt Cawwit!"
>You comfort your fluffy pony.
>Another crack of thunder.
>Carrot tries to bolt, hooves flying in ever direction.
>Get kicked, but hold tight.
>Wait for Carrot to calm back down.
>Tell her that you're going to play a new game.
>She's excited.
>Tell her that every time she hears thunder she gets a marshmellow.
>Your fluffy pony now associates thunder with marshmellows.
>Life is good.
 
The End!
 
>Rainstorm is over. It's evening.
>Need to go to church.
>Be getting ready to go.
>Carrot is in the enclosure outside her saferoom door drawing.
>"Mommy! Cawwot dwah yoo pi'twuh!"
>It's a picture of what you assume to be you and Carrot snuggling by your bed.
>Aw, she's keeping records.
"This is lovely, Carrot. I'm going to put it right up on the fridge," you tell her, scratching her head.
>Cue adorable mewling and catlike head raising into the hand. So sweet.
>Take down picture she drew you the day before and replace it with the new one.
>Time to go to church. Mass starts in 10 minutes.
>The church is a short walk, so no need to drive.
>Your fluffy pony squeels as you pick her up. "Wide?"
"Walk."
>"WAWK!!" Carrot squeels, squirming in excitement.
>Walking to church, Carrot on her retractable leash and harness, her little legs trotting along trying to keep up.
>Pass friends from church on the way.
>Say hi. Carrot explores on her leash.
>Get to church.
>Take her down to the 'Fluffy Pony Bible School'.
>Catholics trying to save the souls of fluffy ponies. Hah.
>Walk up to the enclosure, Carrot squirming in your arms, trying to get down and go play.
>A herd of fluffy ponies come running up.
>"New fwend", "Pway", and "Cawwot pway?" can be heard eminating from the crowd.
>Check Carrot in and let her loose. She runs off to play.
>Attend Mass
>Life is good.
 
The End!
 
>It's 3am
>Carrot has had her bottle, and is tucked in for the night.
>You're asleep.
>Wake up randomly.
>Thirsty as fuck.
>Walk out to get drink.
>Hear whining and frantic pawing of hooves at the saferoom door.
>Grab glass of water, and go check on Carrot through the window.
>Busted
>"Mommy! Cawwit poopy on bwankie!" Carrot cries.
>Look over to her bed.
>See diarrehia on her bed.
>Hear weak grunt from Carrot.
>She's squatting, starting to poo again.
>Oh shit... no pun intended.
>Rush your fluffy pony to bathroom.
>Hold her over the toilet.
>Fluffy pony poos some more.
>She sobs her little pony eyes out, unable to comprehend why she keeps going.
>"Tummy owie!" she cries.
>Stay up for another hour before the diarrehia finally clears up.
>Clean up the poop on the floor and and toss her blankets in the trash.
>Tell Carrot she can sleep with you for the rest of the night.
>Pony-proof your bedroom, the only room not already pony-proofed.
>You put Carrot on the bed and climb in yourself.
>Carrot, having forgotten about the events earlier in the night, snuggles up against your breasts, happy that she gets to sleep with her mommy.
>Life is... Zzzzz
 
*Snore*