Jeff

    >see these fluffy things around

    >decide to get one for yourself

    >fuck adoption time to go troll alleyways

    >find fluffy pretty close to your house, this'll work

    >as you approach it you are overcome with the stench of decaying flesh

    >fluffy is clearly dead

    >as you turn to walk away you hear a soft sobbing coming from the fluffy

    >this surprises you greatly as too your knowledge dead things don't cry

    >you walk up closer to the dead fluffy and find a small foal burying itself in what you assume is his dead mothers fluff crying softly to himself

    >looks like you don't need to check another alley after all

    >you pick up the foal and quickly walk away, eager to get away from the dying mare, the whole time the foal screaming about a "munstah" grabbing him and for his "mummeh" to come back

    >you quickly make it back to your home and set him down on the table and take a seat in front of him

    >now that you're getting a good look at him you notice that this pony is small, like you didn't think anything could even be this small

    >you tentatively reach out a hand and pet him softly

    >this seems to calm his wails to soft whimpers

    >you tell him you're going to be his new daddy

    >"uu new daddeh?" he asks confused

    >you smile and pet him again telling him yes

    >you decide now is a better time than any to give him a new name

    >you decide he looks like a jeff, and you promptely tell him so

    >"fwuffy name is jeff" he declares happily, also looks like you named him something a fluffy can actually pronounce so good on you.

     

    >over the next few months you and jeff get closer, he comes to fully accept you as his father and you are actually enjoying the role

    >finally you decide it's time

    >TIME FOR SCIENCE

    >not the abuse, cut open and abuse fluffy kind of science you sick fuck

    >you go to your local library funded and supported by your tax dollars (suck it randroids) and get all the bill nye tapes you can get

    >proceed to watch them with jeff

    >jeff fucking loves them, you are confirmed for having the best fluffy ever

    >jeff even begins to learn the basics of science an chemistry, you are very happy and jeff is so proud of himself

    >one day you decide to take jeff to a rocketry contest, lots of children are there with their parents, though it appears jeff is the only fluffy in attendance

    >things go well and jeff is amazed by the rockets and cheers every time one launches, and is the first one to hug the children who's rockets failed to launch

    >that evening after the contest some adults bring out some homemade bottle rockets and launch them, jeff laughs happily as they explode in the sky in stars of every color imaginable

    >it was probably then that jeff decided to do it

    >for the next 2 months jeff kept himself busy with his "seekwet enveshun"

    >you figured its end up just being some cardboard taped together, he is a fluffy after all

    >then you came home from work one evening to find jeff in your back yard with what appeared to be a big bottle rocket

    >at first you're stunned, then impressed, then quickly terrified as jeff lights the fuse and falls over before he can run away

    >you first instinct is to run over and grab him, but lucky your desire for self preservation stops you

    >a few seconds after the fuse was lit there is a deafening bang as the rocket explodes, blowing jeff to pieces.

    >your first thought is to wonder where the hell a fluffy got gunpowder and glycerine

    >your second is to scream in horror as the charred flesh of your beloved pet rains down on you

    >in the end there is nothing to be done except to clean up your pet and bury what remains in the pit left from the explosion

    >your next fluffy will stick with teletubies