Title:           Fluffy Powered Fluffy
Author:          LordAnubis
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First Edit:      Sunday 11th of November 2012 11:29:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 11th of November 2012 11:29:22 PM CDT

>Be a typical dude, walking down the street on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
>As you stop to window shop, a brown fluffy walks up to you.
>Godammit.
>You're not a pet person by any stretch of the imagination. Fluffies, doubly so.
>”Mistah, pwease haf nummies?”
>His voice sounds gravely, which doesn't surprise you.
>A fluffy stray living in an alley isn't going to be the picture of health.
>”Fuck off. I'm not giving you food.”
>”Pwease, nice mistah! Fwuffy so hungwy, nee' nummies! Pwease gif!”
>There's a 7-11 right down the street, but you'll be damned if you're going to waste money on some shit-colored bottom feeder that will probably drown in its own feces later today.
>”No. Go away.”
>The fluffy just doesn't know when to quit. He puts his front hooves on your leg, presumably to play for sympathy.
>Feels heavy. Lying motherfucker ain't starving.
>”I said leave me alone, you little turd!”
>You kick the fluffy away, and it lets out a cry as it goes flying back.
>It lands on the ground on its side with a loud CLANG!
>Fucking fluffies, always bugging people for-
>Hold up a second.
>Clang?
>You look back at the fluffy trying to pick itself up.
>One of its eyes is shut, the other is wide open and looking straight up, smoke billowing from the eyelids.
>Okay, what the fuck is this?
>It stands back up and tries to run as more smoke rises up from the fluff.
>It goes a few very rigid steps before coming to a sudden halt.
>You take a few careful steps towards it.
>The fluff where it landed was partially abraded away upon impact, and underneath you can see dull gray skin.
>You're no vet, but you're reasonably certain fluffies do not have gray skin.
>You also notice a large cut running suspiciously straight along its side.
>You reach out and touch the cut.
>It's metal.
>The skin is made of metal.
>”What in the hell?”
>You pull the metal away, and beneath is a large cavity filled with gears, switches, tiny consoles, and  levers.
>Operating the parts are several little cotton fluffies.
>This is a robotic fluffy pony being operated by a bunch of cotton fluffies.
>”What the fuck?”
>The cotton fluffies all freeze and turn around to look at you.
>One coughs awkwardly.