Fishing For Fluffies

>You put a new hook and bait onto the line, and cast again.

>this time it takes a bit longer before you get a bite.

>When you reel it in, you've got an earth pony that you assume used to be white.

>There's no sign of the hook or sinker, the line goes right into the fluffy pony's mouth

>It must have swallowed the first six or seven inches of the line at least. The hook is somewhere in it's digestive tract.

>"Why tummy hwurt?" it mewls, before burping up a little blood

>Welp, this one is fucked. Might as well get your weights back.

>"C'mere, let me get you all fixed up"

>You grab it under one arm, and wrap the line around your other hand.

>You jerk the line out from the earth fluffy's mouth. It's eyes go wide with pain. There's a snap, and the line is free. The weights come out of the critter's mouth, covered in blood.

>The hook is still inside it, but you didn't expect to get that back anyway.

>The earth fluffy is screaming and crying in pain

>you put it down and it bolts off as fast as it's little marshmellow legs can take it, occasionally vomiting blood

>You get your line ready again, and cast

>You get a bite almost immediately. You reel it in around the bend

>It's the white earth fluffy from earlier

>Mybrainisfulloffuck.midi

>This time the hook has wedged itself up through it's mouth and into it's eyeball

>Holy shit these things are dumb.

>There's no sport in this. It's too easy.

>You cut the line, leaving the hook in it's eye and mouth

>It runs off in fear, trailing blood.

>Pack up your tackle

>Kick over the box with the pegasus fluffy and scare it away down the alley

>Head home unsatisfied.

 

Fuckin' fluffy ponies. Dumber than trout.