Title:           Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy: Chapter 5 [Hugboxfag Mode]
Author:          Hugboxfag
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First Edit:      Tuesday 10th of July 2012 02:23:26 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 10th of July 2012 02:23:26 AM CDT

>he crouches down in front of you two
>”Now, make sure you don’t tell your daddy I was here, alright?”
>you’re confused
>”Buh you daddeh fwend! He wan know!”
>Dave shakes his head
>”No, no. He really wouldn’t. Only a bad fluffy would tell him I was here.”
>the words bad fluffy sting your heart
>tears form in your eyes as you start to cry
>you’re not a bad fluffy!
>you have to make sure not to tell daddy
>or else you’ll be bad forever
>he’ll stop giving you spaghetti
>he’ll hate you
>he just might even make you sleep forever
>you shudder and sob, but gradually you calm down
>Dave pets your back, and this soothes you further
>”You’re a good fluffy. But you’d better want to keep it that way, or else.”
>you know what else
>”O-otay, Daii.”
>he smiles
>”There ya go. Same goes for you, Dash.”
>she looks angry, but she understands
>the man shouts from outside
>”Hey, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have all day!”
>Dave hurries out the door
>”Bye, now. Remember, I was never here.”
>he closes the door behind him, and just like that, he’s gone
>you and Dash turn to each other at the same time
>you know what you’re gonna do
>go upstairs and play with some blocks, that’s what
 
>you come home from work, yet again
>as is customary, you head on upstairs
>the two fluffies are playing together
>after some “Hewwo, daddeh!”s and some hugs you hear downstairs with a fluffy under each arm
>you let the two outside and play with them a bit
>after that, you take them into the forest to, erm, “do their business”
>you begin to wonder if potty training a fluffy pony would be a viable option
>maybe you’ll write a little story on that some day
>OH SHIT MORE FORESHADOWING
>following a brief cleaning, the three of you head inside
>it’s 5:30, meaning of course that it’s time for “Spaghetti Land", the duo’s favorite show
>really, it’s not even a show, just the same little thirty minute advert for some theme park, everyday at this time
>fluffy ponies are far too easy to entertain
>anyways, you bring them into the living room and sit down on the couch
>you grab the remote and turn on the TV
>…where’s the TV?
>WHERE IS THE TV
>you spout a few cusses and run up to your bedroom
>sure enough, your laptop, consoles, and games are missing
>”Oh fucking, what the…why in the fuck…”
>you’ve been robbed
>it quickly begins to sink in as you pound your fist into the wall
>however, in your fit of blind rage, you remember something
>both fluffies were home today
>maybe they saw who it was
>you rush down the stairs to see them both shaking and hugging each other
>you must’ve been a lot louder than you thought
>this is no time for apologies, though
>you take a breath and begin
>”Okay, someone broke in. Who was it?”
>the two of them look at you, confused
>”There was somebody else who wasn’t daddy in the house today. Who?”
>the two of them think hard
>Fluffyshy’s obviously distressed, but Dash is trying to just sort out her thoughts
>”Fluffyshy. Who was in the house today that wasn’t me?”
>”Um…uh…”
>you’ve seen this before, back when she “hurt the ball”
>her fluffy mind is trying to dodge the question
>”…Dasii and Fwuffysii…?”
>you glare at her and grit your teeth
>”I’m not in the mood for jokes right now! Who else was in the house?”
>she shrinks a little bit, and tears have already started matting her fluff
>as soon as you’re about to apologize, Dash pipes up
>”Daii! Was Daii!”
>Fluffyshy gasps and runs over to Dash
>”Dasii, nuu! Daii say yuu be bad fwuffy! No wan Dasii sweep fuhevah!”
>she’s starting to scare Dash, so you step in
>”Who’s Day?”
>she’s a bit more hesitant to answer now, but she does anyway
>”Owd daddeh.”
>”Wait, you mean Dave? The farm guy?”
>she nods and Fluffyshy crys some more
>”Daii say Dasii an’ Fwuffysii bad fwuffy foh tewwin’! Pwease no hewt! Wuv daddeh!”
>fuck yeah, you know who it is
>”Hey, it’s alright. I’d never hurt you. Either of you. You’re very good fluffies for telling me.”
>they both smile up at you
>”W-weawwy?”
>”Yes, wea-I mean, really. You know what we’ll have tonight?”
>they both begin to cheer in unison
>”Sketties!”
>damn right, they deserve it
>you call the police, and Dave is arrested
>the two fluffies are brought in to testify in court
>it’s unnecessary, but just for shits and giggle you make them wear little ties
>they plead their case, and Dave confesses to the theft, and also rats out his accomplice
>you didn’t even know there was a second guy
>either way, justice is served
>fluffy ponies make the best security cameras