Title:           Smidget & Bit III
Author:          Bronitz
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First Edit:      Thursday 29th of March 2012 10:55:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 29th of March 2012 10:55:03 PM CDT

>despite Smidget turning out to be an evil psychopath with surprising intellect, you find the absence of a fluffy pony in your life depressing
>especially since those friends now hate you despite the high mortality rate when all of them should have been watching their fluffies
>go to adoption center
>normally a cute girl is working the front desk, but now it's the elderly troll woman
>as you walk the cages you see cute clerk walking with a man carrying an orange fluffy with green eyes
>that feel, you need it again
>looking over the ponies you see a blue unicorn the same shade that Smidget was
>the image of your fluff pony, head split open, pops into your mine
>moonwalk away as it bleats "pway! take fwuffy wif!"
>grab pale green earth fluffy, name it Bit
>some asshole brings their lunch into the reception area
>Fazoli's
>massive breakout of fluffy ponies, thirsty for marinara
>Bit struggles in your grip
>troll woman starts taking a cattle-prod to the horde
>you escape with three fluffy ponies, having not paid for a single one
>everythingwentbetterthanexpected.png
 
>it was horrible
>the blood
>the pitiful mewling
>such carnage is reserved for the eyes of African child soldiers
>someone's pitbull slipped its leash near the fluffy pony park
>only clever little Bit survived
>clever like Smidget...
 
>it sticks in your head what you did to Smidget
>did she still love you in some sick way?
>was smashing her head in the refrigerator door a little extreme for just wanting some spaghetti?
>in dogs, it is often not the animal itself that is bad, but the owner's handling of it
>maybe your some of your fluffy ponies are picking up on some underlying desire to inflict harm
>that doesn't explain their cunning
>Bit still curls up next to your head; he doesn't like using Smidget's basket
>he's a little ball of joy around you or your new friends
>...but around other ponies he goes cold and focused
>something utterly alien on a fluffy pony
>fuck you keep falling for these psycho fluffies
>it keeps happening
>you dread his retaliation for the neighbors buying a fluffy pony for their daughter
>in some terrible way, his guile and ingenuity is impressive
>the pink little unicorn was so eager to play with him and be friends
>he hid his disgust but afterwards you could tell Bit was counting the minutes to her demise as he sighed in your lap
>awful, considering how he genuinely liked the neighbor's daughter
>he decided to strike while the girl was at school and the parents at work
>Bit told the fluffy unicorn that they'd play tag
>somehow he turned the little gap in the fence into a guillotine trap
>sliced the fluffy unicorn in half
>morbid fascination keeps you watching as Bit descends further into hellish evil
>he kept the horn