Title:           Playmates, Part 1
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/9hrAY7zk
First Edit:      Sunday 16th of September 2012 05:05:10 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 16th of September 2012 05:05:10 PM CDT

>You are Anon, owner of Starsplash, the fluffy Pegasus runt
>You've recently retired with over $20 million
>After you helped discover the secret to breeding Alicorn fluffies, the money just kept coming
>You bought a very nice $750,000 house in the countryside
>It's only about a 20 minute drive from your buddy Marcus' new house
>It's pretty much perfect
>No noise
>Starsplash has a playmate
>You can chill with Marcus whenever
>No fucking work
>Shitloads of money
>Life's fucking good
>Starsplash is playing with his ball in the living room
>No matter how much money you have, nothing could make the little guy happier
>He giggles and flaps his tiny wings as he chases the ball around
>If you let this go on much longer, you'll get diabetes
"Hey, Starsplash, you wanna go see Sunsplash?"
"Stawspwas wuv pway wif fwend! Tank oo daddeh! Wuv daddeh!"
>You call Marcus to make sure everything's okay, and head out the door
>You put Starsplash's carrier in the passenger seat of your motherfuckin' Rolls-Royce
>After about 20 minutes, you arrive
"Hey, Anon, how you been."
"Pretty good. You?"
"Same. Come on in, the game's just starting."
>You walk in and let Starsplash into the safe room
"Stawspwas hewe! Pway baww wif Sunspwas?"
>You smile as you walk into Marcus' great room
>Snacks, beer, and football greet you
"Hey, Anon, wanna hear about this feral heard I ran into the other week?"
"Sure."
"Alright, so they showed up and wouldn't leave, right? So I grabbed a chainsaw and some gas..."
>You listen as Marcus tells his story
"...then I lit the last 3 on fire, killed the Smarty, and let one go. No ferals since."
"Damn...that's kinda fucking awesome."
>A few hours pass and you both down a few beers
>The game just ended, and you both talk about cool shit some more
>Mostly just what you've been doing since retiring from the petshop
>You're even about to bring up your one-night stand with that receptionist at the vet
>Nah
>Another time maybe
"Well, Marcus...it's getting kinda late. I think I'm gonna head out."
"Alright, I'll help grab Starsplash. Don't want anyone throwing a fit."
>Both fluffies are very well-behaved, but still...
>Don't want to have to punish your little buddy
"Hey, Starsplash...Daddy's here to take you home."
"Say bye-bye for now, Sun. Starsplash has to go home."
>You open the safe room door
"Starsplash?"
>You're greeted by silence
"Great...this AGAIN?"
"What do you mean again?"
"Starsplash got out once. Found him on the fan. Later he got inside one of his blocks."
"Dude, how the..."
"Don't ask. Don't know."
>You both search the room thoroughly
>There's no sigh of either fluffy
>You know how bad this could get
>Looks like you're in for a long night