Title:           Smidget & Bit VII
Author:          Bronitz
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First Edit:      Thursday 5th of April 2012 04:19:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 5th of April 2012 04:19:12 AM CDT

>Bit rolls around in his basket, opposite of Smidget in the safety room
>since the incident, your master had stopped treating you entirely like children
>you have been learning to read and write
>still difficult without hands, but your magic is enough
>"I am not sowwy fow hitting you." Smidget says, staring at you
>everything considered, you probably couldn't have hurt each other if you tried
>both your hooves are soft, your own horn is blunt, and all fluffy ponies are covered in thick hair
>"We could have been at it fo' houwuhs and not done anyfing."
>"So what now, Smidget? Our fwiend was us to pway nice..."
>she wiggles her hooves out of the front of the basket
>"Why can't we be fwiends? We awen't stupid wike ovah fwuffy ponies... if I wewe, that big wed baww would be hoding my attention and you'd be whining fo' Anomynous... Amonmnous... Anon."
>you both continue to lay in your baskets
>"Do you wike sketties?" she asks, getting out of her basket
>dumb question, all fluffy ponies can't help their love of spaghetti, but you nod
>suspecting foul play, you also get out of your basket levitating the little star patterned blanket you picket
>you begin to circle each other, and you say "We bofe wike Anon, sketties, and hate stupid fwuffies... what's youw point?"
>Smidget smiles, "So we have a wot in common, wight? C'mon, you kiww offur fluffies... how'd you get youw fewst?"
>you think back to your first owner, Charlie
>Sunshine was a unicorn like you
>like the other six, he was utterly retarded
>his idea of a fun game was eating crayons and painting with his poop
>it was more of an outburst than a plan
>Sunshine had forgotten which food bowl was his, and ate your portion of the maple syrup and oats Charlie put out for you
>your bowl was rather dangerously close to a tool rack
>a bit of light telekinesis later and Sunshine had his head split open by a falling shovel
>Smidget rubs a dark spot on her fluffy head
>"Bown kiwwah, huh? I just wet them die an took what I wiked off dem."
>apparently many of the toys around the safety room were 'spoils' of taking stuff from other ponies
>she never actually killed other fluffy ponies
>just stole their things when they died in her company
>you stop circling, sitting back on your fluffy haunches
>Smidget does so in kind, "So stawted and didn't stop?"
>you nod, smiling
>"I did talk dem into doing stupid fings. Once at da pawk, I said dat bewwies wuh yummy an' dat fwuffy ate a bunch of poisonous ones."
>scoot closer, "da wed ones or da gween ones?"
>"Gween. After that, gawdener Stan took them away."
>potential murder tool removed
>Smidget gives you a hug, "See? Mewdew buddies!"
>instinctively you hug back
>you guess Smidget can live