Title:           Fall of Cleveland 14 - Get Lucky
Author:          Spaghetti_Land
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First Edit:      Saturday 18th of January 2014 11:30:43 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 18th of January 2014 11:30:43 PM CDT

http://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/1246
 
Written by philsrobeighn
 
Get Lucky
>Be Tree-bark, a smarty friend in a Californian herd
>Uni the Unicorn was on her way to a mythical new place
>Didn't tell you it led through miles of desert
>Uni is a bitch, no matter how firm and big her teets are
>You are going to give baddest special hugs to her when you see her
>Suddenly, the last toughy friend in your herd, Oats, points  a hoof
>"Wook!  Wights!  Maybe hooman food and wa-wa!"
>Head towards the lights
>You recognize a tower with human lights going up and down
>"Smawty saw Uni come thwough dis!  Dat stawt-o-pheawe towah!  Dis Was Vegas!"
>You have followed Uni!
>Reach the outskirts of the city
>Take inventory of the herd
>"Oats, whewe aww ow mawes?"
>Oats looks around too
>No mares have survived
>"Fwuffy hewd haf no mawes!  We die wit no babbehs!"
>"Qwiet!  We mus find mawes in city!"
>"Twee, bawk, how we fin mawes in city wike Was Vegas?"
>Turn around, and there are three very pretty mares right in front of you!
>They have color in their fluff around their eyes and cheeks
>They smell sooooo good, too
>"Hewwo big, stwong fwiends!  Wan specia hugs?"
>A big meanie human behind them growls, "Girls, these are ferals.  They don't have money."
>"No specia hugs?" you whine
>"Sowwy, we onwy giff specia hugs to fwuffies who daddeh gif monneh to owa daddeh."
>You think as hard as you can
>"How much monneh?"
>The man snorts.  "For just a fluffy, without a human to pay for one of my ladies here?"
>He motions to three human mares with less fluff than most humans, but more pretty
>"I'd say thirty-five a piece.  Hell, you've got a herd here, so all three for ninety."
>"Okay, we get ninety hooman monnies and be back"
>The nice big man nearly falls to the ground laughing
>You turn to the herd, "We find hooman monies!"
>Oats sighs and asks, "But whewe we fin hooman monies in a city wike Was Vegas?"
>Suddenly, a man who smells like silly-juice stumbles out of a shiny door
>So many pretty lights in there
>He drops a white and blue round thing with a triangle on it
>Look up, and, sure enough, you are in front of the big triangle with a light coming off the top of it
>You remember seeing that when Uni came here!
>The man who dropped it was trying to pick it up
>Not seeing it, he says "Ah, no biggie' jus a vani-hic-a beeen" and walks off
>This is a bean?
>You pick it up and try to eat it
>Not a bean
>A human at the door says "Hey, fluff, give that back, unless you're going to play"
>"Pway?" your herd says
>"Yeah, that's a chip, it's worth a dollar.  You play a game and try to get more."
>You puff out your cheeks and demand "Hooman show hewd game!  Wan get ninety dowwas!"
>"Heh, why not." he says, and leads you inside
>Another human comes up and says "What are you doing with these vermin?"
>"Hey boss, they have a chip and want to play!"
>"Are you serious?"
>"Come on, boss, it's just a buck.  They're adults for their species.  There's no rule saying they can't play."
>"I swear, if they shit on the carpet, you're cleaning it with your bare hands."
>You say "We gud fwuffs!  No make poopies inside!"
>"Come on boss!  You've given me a great idea!  Craps!"
>The other human sighs.  "Fine.  What's the worst that can happen?"
 
>Be the pit manager in the Luxor
>After the weirdest night of your life
>One of your employees set a fluffy pony down at a craps table
>The amused gamblers quickly gave fluffy an explanation on how to be a shooter
>You preceded to watch for an hour an a half as a fluffy pony shot craps with all his might
>And never miss the damn pass
>Not
>Even
>Fucking
>Once
>The damn fluffy pony put down an original bet of a dollar
>Made it up to $8,000 before you had to call them on the limit
>Not counting the hotel room you convinced them to purchase
>And the $90 that one sent out for whatever reason
>And of course, all the players who love a hot roller
>You've paid out quite a bit
>Now you've got to explain to your bosses what happened
>"Anon," they start "We're not mad at you"
>That's good news
>"There's a new place out east that's marketing as a theme park for fluffies"
>Oh no, don't say it
>"After what we saw today, we want to market a casino to fluffies too"
>"Of course," says your direct manager, "you will be compensated handsomely for agreeing to manage this"
>Maybe it's not that bad
 
>Be Lucky, smarty friend of a herd in Las Vegas
>Earlier today you were Tree-bark from California
>But now, you have a big human bed for your herd and three new mares
>Apparently the man who sold them to you was so surprised he let you keep them
>Something about being able to buy a hundred replacements with that money
>Now you have a new herd and a new place to stay
>New mares and a fluffy-mark of the number seven in red
>You give special hugs to one of the new mares as the other fluffies figure out the magic box
>And by figure it out, they mean stomp on it until something happens
>Uni comes on the magic box
>"Dis is Wells Fawgo centah!  We in Denvah!" she says
>"Wook, smawty, is Uni!  She went to Denvah!  We go Denvah?"
>You instantly feel the good feel at the sight of her beautiful white fur
>You collapse and say, "Why botha?  We high wollahs."
>Thus, fluffies that happen in Vegas stay in Vegas
>For a day at least
>Next day, try your luck at the Bellagio
>Herd drowns in the fountains