- >Sunrise the following day.
- >Wander back onto your deck with the binoculars, fully expecting to see a clump of multicolored corpses floating around the island.
- >Somehow, all ten ponies survived the night without drowning.
- >They begin to stir as the sun rises, shining directly into their crate.
- >Nine of them file out of the crate and head to the strip to graze.
- >The yellow earth fluffy remains behind, still asleep.
- >You wonder how the two pegasus fluffies on the sandbar escaped.
- >You assume they finally overcame their stupidity and walked in the shallow water.
- >The herd eats, babbling amongst themselves.
- >Again, their tiny minds are focused completely on the food.
- >You are fairly surprised they haven't seen you yet; your deck is only about 50 feet away from them.
- >Perhaps it's for the best. If they did see you, they'd just run into the deep water and drown trying to hug you.
- >You watch them graze for about half an hour, then suddenly get an idea.
- >You don't get to see fluffy ponies often, at least not live ones.
- >You clap your hands loudly to see if they'll look at you.
- >Sound echoes off the rocky cliffs.
- >They instantly cease grazing and huddle together in a terrified clump.
- >”What dat?”, “Woud noisies scawy...”, “Fwuffy no wike snap!”
- >As a single unit, the nine of them move to seek cover in the pine grove.
- >The yellow earth fluffy in the crate is awake too. She's pushed herself into a corner.
- >The other fluffies all shelter near tree trunks.
- >They're awful at hiding; you can still see every single one of them.
- >You clap again.
- >The fluffies begin to panic. They decide to clump together once again.
- >They don't even think to enter the crate.
- >The yellow one in the crate already even comes out to huddle with her friends.
- >You clap a third time.
- >A couple of the earth fluffies literally shit themselves with fear.
- >”Pwease no mo' snappy-cwack! Fwuffy will be good poni!” a pink unicorn begs.
- >You clap once more.
- >All the fluffies scream with terror, breaking their group and waddling around as fast as their stubby legs will carry them.
- >”Pwease stop snappy-cwack! We be good fwuffies!” they shout in unison.
- >Most of them have soiled themselves at this point, leaving trails of shit behind them as they move.
- >Two of the dimmer earth fluffies, including the yellow one, take cover out in the open.
- >They try to hide in the short grass in the middle of the strip.
- >The rest split up between the pine groves, trembling and promising in baby-talk to be good fluffies.
- >You are dumbfounded, as they never once looked in your direction.
- >You head outside as night falls.
- >During the afternoon, you watched them as they calmed down and grazed again.
- >As the sun began to set, they went to the shit-filled pine grove to sleep, but left since it 'no smell pwetty'.
- >They shelter in the other grove.
- >Quietly, you wade from the shore to the island.
- >You sneak into the grove and look over them.
- >They're all fast asleep, mumbling things as they dream.
- >You've decided to see just how these things fare as pets.
- >Quietly, you step from fluffy to fluffy, choosing one to take.
- >You see the pegasus fluffies sleeping in a group.
- >One of them is a gorgeous white with an orange mane and tail.
- >You decide to take her.
- >You gently lift her by the scruff of her neck, keeping her mouth closed with your other hand.
- >She doesn't wake up until you've left the island and nearly reached the shore.
- >She wiggles her stubby legs furiously. Muffled screams filter through your hand.
- >She can't see you, because you're holding her out in front of you and facing away.
- >You get her inside and let her down on the carpet.
- >”Where fwuffy is? Where fwuffy's fwiends go?” she babbles anxiously.
- >She finally walks in a circle and sees you.
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- >She runs over and hugs your shins, squealing, “Hooman! You pick fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!”
- >How quaint.
- >You sit on the couch, watching as she toddles about happily.
- >She professes with her squeaky voice how she will love you and hug you and be the best ever fluffy.
- >She looks for some sort of toy to play with, but can't find any.
- >Suddenly, she stops, her whole body trembling.
- >She squats.
- >Oh fuck.
- >Shit streams out of her ass onto your pristine, eggshell colored carpet.
- >No wonder people get mad at these fucking things.
- >”Fwuffy make poopies!” she chirps, returning to her toy search.
- >You snatch her up by the scruff again.
- >She squeals loudly, running in the air.
- >”Owwie! Why hurt fwuffy!”
- “You shat on my carpet, you little white turd cannon.”
- >Your angry stare could freeze flames solid.
- >”Fw-fwuffy sowwee!” she squeaks, her legs still flailing uselessly. “Fwuffy no mean be tuwd cannon!”
- >Her little wings are spread open, showing the depth of her fear.
- >You carry her out to the deck.
- >Aiming for the shit stained pine grove, you hurl her with rage augmented strength.
- >She flutters her wings desperately.
- >They only serve to smooth the arc of her flight.
- >She slams into a tree trunk and falls roughly to the ground, landing in a pile of shit.
- >Now mostly brown, she limps about and cries about her leg not working.
- >She finally hobbles to the other grove. Fluffies that woke up when she struck the tree complain about her smell.
- >You feel guilty at first, watching her walk painfully.
- >Then you look back at the shit on your carpet and that guilt vanishes.
- >You decide to continue watching the fluffy herd from a distance.
- >After you clean up the shit.
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The Lake: Part II
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