>Own a fluffy pony runt named Imp
>It's been a month and a half since you first got him
>He's still pretty small, even by fluffy standards
>But he makes up for it by being a complete and utter smart-ass
>Still calls you 'big man' rather than the usual 'Daddy'
>Something about hating his father, you've never really discussed it
>You've been reading about a fluffy pony gathering in the local park this weekend
>You put the idea to Imp
>"Imp wan' see udda fwuffies! Mebee dey no kno' dat Imp bad babbeh, and Imp get huggies!"
>Kinda cute to see him get so excited over simple things like hugs
>Fluffy instinct, you guess
>After making a quick call to your friend Dave to make sure that he and Imp's sister, Cersei, won't be there, you begin making plans
 
>The weekend arrives, and Imp is becoming more and more excited
>"Pawk now?" "Wen we go pawk, big man?" "Imp wan go pawk now!"
>He doesn't get this worked up about anything
>He must really want to see other fluffies
>You figure while you're there, you and he could have a picnic
>Pack some tinned spaghetti, bread, butter, some chicken for you, and a few random veggies for Imp to munch on
>Finally, you're ready to go
>Put Imp in the passenger seat of your car and head for the park
>Imp can't sit still in the car
>Keeps looking out the window and jumping up and down
"Imp, hold still buddy. You're going to hurt yourself."
>"Imp no wan' howd stiww! Imp wanna move, wanna see udda fwuffies! See wady fwuffies!"
>Lady fluffies...?
>Oh right, Imp loves his special hugs
>So THAT'S why he's getting so worked up
>Little bastard has blue balls!
"Well, just try and keep still while you're in the car, buddy. Don't want to see you flying into the windshield."
>Imp ponders this
>"Imp no wike win-sheewd. Imp stay stiww."
>Thank whatever gods there are that he's a rational fluffy
 
>You finally get to the park, grab the picnic basket and put Imp on your shoulder
>He's decided he likes to sit up there as you walk
>"Imp see wotsa fings up high. See nummies, see bad fwuffies, see munstas. Down woe, Imp dun see anyfing."
>You make your way over to the fluffy area, and are immediately set upon by a rather fat woman
>"Why hello there! A new member! And of course, a new fluffy friend for our fold! Hello little fellow!"
>Imp looks at this strange land-whale quizzically
>"You vewy big hooman. Eat too much nummies?"
>Suppress a chuckle as the woman sputters
>"You let your fluffy speak to people like that? You should give him the..."
>The woman looks around and then whispers
>"...Sorry stick!"
>Imp giggles at this
>"Imp tink wady dum. Stick no stop Imp fwom talky!"
>The fat lady "harrumphs" and walks off
 
>You're approached then by a really skinny guy, wearing a name tag saying that he's the chief organiser
>"Sorry about her, she's..."
>Imp suggests a word
>"She fat?"
>The organiser laughs
>"Well, that's one way to put it. I'm Chris."
"I'm Anon, and this mouthy little guy is Imp."
>"Oh wow, you adopted a runt? Not many people can handle them, what with them being so much more fragile than your average fluffy."
"Trust me, Imp's not fragile in any sense of the word."
>Imp nods and grins
>"Imp sheeky bastawd!"
>... Ok, should probably not have taught him that.
>Chris just laughs it off
>"If you wanna just put Imp down with the rest of the fluffies, you can set up your picnic stuff."
>Chris goes off to see to the other newcomers
"Ok Imp, you ready for this?"
>"Imp weady! Get speshaw hugs!"
"It may not work like that here, buddy. Try and behave, ok?"
>"Imp twy, but no pwomise."
>He grins again as you take him over to where the other fluffies are playing
>You put him at the edge of the play area, and tell him to stay safe and find you if something happens
>Imp waddles off into the crowd of fluffies, who are mostly too busy playing to notice this new, tiny fluffy
>Eventually, one stops and looks at Imp curiously
 
>The cyan fluffy stops and sniffs at Imp
>"New fwend?"
>Imp smiles
>"New fwend! Wan pway?"
>The fluffy is apprehensive
>"New fwend so smaww... You babbeh?"
>Imp puffs up his cheeks at this
>"Nuuuuuuu! Not babbeh! Imp is fwuffy! Just smaww."
>The other fluffy finds this amusing
>"You weawwy smaww fwuffy! Bwue wike new fwend. Huggies?"
>The aptly-named Blue offers a hug to Imp, who jumps at this opportunity
>"Imp haff fwend! Imp get huggies!"
>Imp hugs his new-found buddy with gusto
>"Bwue wuv new fwend!"
>Imp is so happy at the fact that another fluffy has accepted him, that once the hug breaks he starts bouncing around happily
>"New fwend! New fwend!"
>It's pretty heart warming to see this runt, who other fluffies once reviled, making friends and being so happy
>At the sound of his chanting, other fluffies come over and offer hugs to this strange small new fluffy
>"Fwuffy so smaww!" "Smaww wike babbeh!" "Huggies fow new fwend!" "New fwend wan pway?"
>Imp and the other fluffies begin a rousing game of tag
>It's hard for him, but he has fun
 
>As Imp plays, other owners come over and quiz you about him
>His size, how you found him, what he eats, etc.
>You answer all these questions, until one guy comes up to you and says something you'll never forget
>"You should've drowned him."
"... What did you just say?"
>"Are you deaf? I said you should've drowned the runt. No way he'll survive, weak little shit like that."
>The other owners are shocked at his tone, but you see in their eyes that there's truth to what the douchebag says
"No way. Even if he is a runt I wouldn't have drowned him, or hurt him in any way. Imp's a brave little guy, I won't let anything bad happen to him. Ever."
>"Whatever, bro. Your pussy Imp won't last more than a few months. He'll die just like the other runts."
>Douchebag walks off to find his fluffy, one obnoxiously dyed fluro-green and purple and with a mane full of product
>You think about his words, while the other owners all console you
>Maybe he's right, maybe Imp won't survive much longer?
>You give these thoughts pause as you see a Dachshund without a leash move into the group of fluffies
>The fluffies all shriek
>"MUNSTA!" "No huwt fwuffy!" "Mama, munsta!"
>They all run as fast they can back towards their owners, bumping into each other and falling over as they go
>The Dachshund has no idea what's going on, he's not exactly a vicious breed
>He starts bouncing after the fluffies, thinking it's some kind of game
>Imp has been watching the dog, and starts waddling towards it
>All those bad thoughts from a moment ago?
>Yeah, they're back.
 
 
"Imp, what are you doing?! Get away from that dog!"
>Imp either ignores you or didn't hear you over the high pitched squeals of "Munsta!"
>Whatever the case, he ends up right in front of the dog
>The dachshund looks at Imp curiously, as if he's not sure what this creature is
>Imp looks back and gives his usual lop-sided grin
>"Yoo no munsta. Yoo dog."
>The dachshund just pants and sits down in front of Imp
>"Imp no 'fwaid. Yoo no wan' huwt fwuffies. Jus wan' pway. Yoo good dog."
>The dachshund hears the words "good dog" and this sets his tail to wagging
>The dog rolls over onto his back
>Imp waddles over and starts rubbing the dog's belly with his hooves
>Imp's new doggy friend seems to like this
>"Yoo new fwend too. Imp wuv doggy."
>The dog rolls back over and lays on his belly
>Imp has a think, and then starts climbing onto the dog's back
>Imp holds onto the dog's collar
>"Go fass, doggy!"
>The dog starts running towards you and the rest of the owners, tail wagging all the way
>Imp giggles and laughs as the he bounces along on the dog's back
>The other owners have witnessed this and are all laughing
>You share a laugh too, completely in awe of Imp
>Not only has he made friends with other fluffies, but now he's making friends with dogs!
>In the back of your mind, you're just happy it was a Dachshund and not a German Shepherd
 
>Imp rides his new doggy chum right up to you
>"Big man, wook! Imp make new fwend! It doggy! Take doggy home?"
>You look the dog over
>Well, it obviously has a collar, so it must belong to someone out here
"I don't think so, buddy. This dog has an owner, see?"
>You point the collar out to Imp
>"Awww! Wan' doggy come home wif Imp! Imp stay best fwends wif doggy!"
>One of the owners speaks up
>"Actually, that little dog lives here in the park. He has no owner. We don't know where the collar came from. He just frightens the fluffies."
>So, looks like you can take Imp's new friend home with you
>But can you really keep another creature in your house?
>You look to Imp, who has climbed off the dog and started rubbing his belly again
>You make your decision
"Imp, we're going to have to buy another basket."
>Imp's face lights up and he starts jumping around again
>"Doggy fwend wive wif Imp an' big man! Imp wuv doggy and big man!"
>He hugs the dog, then runs at you and hugs your shoe, you expect, as tightly as he can
>The other owners all agree that Imp is the happiest fluffy they've ever seen
>Even the other fluffies start waddling back over to meet Imp's dog
>Imp sees one of them, a female, and goes over to nuzzle her
>"Yoo pwetty fwuffy. Wuv fwuffy."
>The female nuzzles back
>"Yoo bwave fwuffy! Wuv smaww bwave fwuffy!"
>Imp grins as both he and his new fluffy friend waddle off into the bushes
>Yup, looks like coming to the park was the best idea ever.
 
END OF PART 3