Title:           Fall of Cleveland 26 - Willful Delusion
Author:          Spaghetti_Land
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First Edit:      Sunday 19th of January 2014 11:11:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 19th of January 2014 11:11:52 PM CDT

http://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/1365
 
Written by philsrobeighn
 
Willful Delusion
>Be a fluffy pony owner in Delta, Ohio
>Got fluffy last year when fluffies were in vogue
>Dark blue pegasus filly with tan, spiked mane and green eyes
>Named her Adrian, after the street you lived on
>Not for long though, needed to move
>Found a nice house in the south part of town with a big lawn
>Adrian likes to run in the yard and play
>But she’s been a little down lately
>One day, though as she is playing in the yard, you hear the dreaded noise
>The “enf enf enf” of a feral colt wandering through the yard
>You thought you had heard Adrian’s voice talking
>You reach the door and are shocked to see Adrian smiling
>Meh, no need to stop them, Adrian is fixed
>“Enf enf!” the colt is screaming “Fwuffy feew good feew!”
>“Adwian feew good feew too!”
>They collapse together after a few moments of blissful strain
>Adrian sets to licking herself clean
>Feral died after ejaculation
>Bring Adrian in ASAP to avoid her realizing this
>Will have to compost the feral
>“Adwian sowwy!  Nice boy fwuffy wan speciaw hugs an-”
>Adrian knows you can be stern
>But you’re a sexually liberated woman, why can’t she be too?
>You just want a happy fluffy again
>Tell her she’s a good fluffy and that you just want to let the colt… nap.
>“Oh” Adrian whispers, “Bye boy fwuffy!  Tanks fow tewwin me good news!”
>Good news?
>farnsworth.wav
>“Yeah!” says Adrian “Boy fwuff teww Adwian bout Sketti Pawk!”
>Spaghetti… Park?
>“Is nice pwace!  Good fwuffies go dew!  Hugs!  Sketti mountin!”
>Good news indeed
>Fucking fluffy feral evangelist here, talking about Fluffy Heaven
>That night, hanging out with some pals, tell it as a joke
>One of the guys who hang with you snickers at you
>“Dude, Spaghetti Land.  It’s real.”
>Dafuq?
>“It’s a theme park they’re building in Cleveland.  Opens in a few weeks.”
>Pulls up the website
>There is indeed a spaghetti-shaped mountain-sized spaghetti restaurant
>Seems to be the icon
>You scoff at the concept of a fluffy theme park
>Then it hits you
>But Adrian has been so lethargic, this might be the answer
>You just want a happy fluffy again
>Cough up the fee for the ticket during the opening weekdays
>No way you are going to fight the crowds that Saturday
>And “Feral Adoption Day?” please
>Just asking for a disaster
>The big day finally arrives
>Strap in the little fluffy in a fluffy booster seat and head out
>Already dropped a handsome sum to get tickets
>No way you are paying tolls too
>Not to save 15 minutes of drive time at least
>So you take a bit more scenic route
>Adrian watches out the window the entire time
>Babbling along about the excite for almost two hours
>Finally she falls asleep
>You enjoy the gentle sounds of Lake Erie as you drive through Huron
>About an hour later, you arrive
>Open the door and call for your fluffy
>She doesn’t come
>“Yo, Adrian!” you call
>Apparently, the gentle sounds of Lake Erie were too much for Adrian
>Fluffy pony drowned
>You start to cry
>All you wanted was a happy fluffy again
>A nice woman in a white lab coat comes up
>“Are you alright, miss?”
>Explain what happened
>“Yes, that is troubling.  It is a shame to waste your ticket, though.”
>You get it, she’s trying to sell you a new fluffy
>“Not just any fluffy!  This is a new line.  This one won’t drown.
>No mess, no accidents, just a cuddly, soft pony.”
>No accidents?  You like the sound of that
>Dispose of Adrian in a marked bin and follow the labcoat
>Just outside the gate, in a little kiosk, is rows of stuffed fluffy ponies
>At least, you think they’re stuffed until you get right up on them
>Then you notice they are breathing, blinking, shifting their weight
>Holy crap!  You jump about a foot back upon noticing they are real animals
>“Oh yes, they are live.  They won’t do a thing unless ordered.”
>You walk up to one and say hello
>“Hewwo, hooman,” it says back
>You ask its name
>“Fuzzy have desgnation zewo-zewo-one-fow-one-sevn-dash-ess-eww”
>It taps it’s collar – sure enough, 001417-SL is its tag number
>You command it to stand
>It noiselessly lifts up on its hind hooves and you offer it your hand to balance
>Everything seems in place, it is a girl
>Release her, she tries to keep standing
>Tell her she can sit back down
>She sits
>Creepy
>You tell her to roll over, she rolls over
>Tell her to dance, she does a little shuffle, tapping her hooves
>You ask her to do your taxes
>“Pwease downwoad Fuzzy Tax Hewpah by Tuwbo Tax
>Fuzzy wecommend Pwemium unwess you have business ow invesmens.
>Onwy fiffy-five dowwaws, avaiwabaw at aww fwuffy stowes.”
>The labcoat girl grins
>“We’ve prepared it for several situations
>Like fluffy ponies, fuzzy ponies can be reprogrammed by electric shock
>However, the fuzzies are built so that they won’t be shocked externally
>We have a microchip inside that do the shocking
>We can use it to add additional information to your fluffy
>Or in this case, functions that pesky companies forced us to not program them with
>Something about gaining an unfair market advantage”
>You question if it is really a robot
>“Oh no, it is a living, breathing organism
>We just made it reprogrammable at our stores”
>Ingenious, you conclude
>Fluffy pony without the problems of fluffy pony!
>You shell out the money for the deluxe replacement package
>Confirmed ticketholders who lost fluffies get a fuzzy, registration
>Also a portable chow bag – won’t eat the spaghetti, apparently
>You take 001417-SL – noting it, as you will buy that Turbo Tax download –
>Ask to register has Madison – again, the street you live on
>Nothing ominous about that, right?
>Give her the name and ground rules, tell her there will be more rules at home
>“Awk-now-dege” it states
>You smile, but ask her if she is happy
>“Madisown happy,” it states
>You give it a directive to sound and look like a happy fluffy, then
>“Awk-now-dege!” it smiles
>Better
>You take it inside the park
>A little fluffy salon catches your eye
>Ask Madison how she feels about a makeover
>“If hooman wan, dat make Madisown happy” it smiles
>Hooray, you have a happy fluffy!
>Take her in, get a high-priced package
>The plain white bothers you – too much like a Wii
>Get a punk streak of blue for both of you, bit of makeup, pedis.
>This place is packed with the best
>Come out looking ready to start a rock band with your blue all over
>Matches the eyes of both of you
>Men and colts take a second glance
>Nice
>You can tell already that the “Good Fluffy” ride won’t be needed for Madison
>Ask her if she wants to go to the Midway
>“If hooman wan, dat make Madisown happy” it smiles
>Ask her what game she wants to play
>“What hooman wan Madisown pway?” she asks happily
>You rephrase the question into a directive
>Actually nice, you are used to questions like that
>Only way fluffies can understand some things
>You would much rather give directives
>Tell Madison to pick a game she thinks looks best
>She process this thoughtfully
>Then chooses the Strength Test game
>You notice that the game is rigged that it cannot be lost
>Just an automatic prize-get for cash
>A little more cash than what the same thing would run in a souvenir store
>Not that it matters, Madison chose this game to play
>You just want her to be a happy fluffy
>Winning a game would make you happy
>So she steps up, you pay the game owner
>She hits the target and the bell rings
>You cheer her on
>“Hooman… happy Madisown make beww wing?” she asks with the same smile
>You tell her you are excited, she won!
>There is an audible click in Madison’s head
>“Madisown excited!  Madisown won!” it cheers like you had
>You hug her, she hugs back
>The rest of the day goes like this
>It’s so nice to have a fluffy that likes the same sort of thing you like!
>Throughout the park there are little things for fluffies and humans to do
>A fluffy coffee shop selling spaghetti sauce that looks like coffee
>Along with your favorite latté
>Madison drinks, smiles, and asks for some Fuzzy Chow
>You oblige, she smiles
>You go on the roller coaster
>You squeal and throw your arms up like the six foot drop is amazing fun
>Madison squeals and throws her hooves up like the six foot drop is amazing fun
>It is so nice to have a happy fluffy again!
>The day is long and nice
>At the end of the day, you leave with Madison
>You are worried about drowning, still, so you take the Turnpike back
>Show Madison her room, her litter box, her bed
>Tell her it is sleep time, she smiles and curls up
>You ask tentatively if she is happy
>“Madisown happy.  Madisown go sweep now, sweep time” she smiles
>You tell her you love her
>“Wuv you too”
>You shed a small tear
>It is so nice to have a happy fluffy again!
>You go to biotoys.hasbro.com
>You want to see what kinds of apps you can get for Madison at the stores
>Can’t wait to see your happy fuzzy fluffy doing taxes