>be normal fluffy pony owner
>don't really abuse your fluffy except the occasional sorry stick when it shat on the floor
>he's since learned to be good, and things are awesome
>Domino really likes toys
>you don't mind, though; he's been a great fluffy for the past few months
>you take him to Toys R Us for his birthday
>fluffy birthdays are celebrated monthly, because they have a tendency to self-immolate
>It's his birthday again
>Take Domino to the store
>He excitedly runs up and down the aisles, looking for a toy he wants
>somewhere in the girls' section, he stops
>his eyes grow wide, and you're afraid he's going to piss himself
>He's got his eyes fixated on a new delivery to the store: A show accurate pony plushie
>"Wanna pony, daddeh," he squeals in delight
>Look down at the pricetag
>$59.95
>holyshit.jpg
>this has clearly been made to fleece bronies
>it'd be cheaper to buy 20 fluffies
>but hell, this is your fluffy
>there are many like him, but this one is yours
>and he's earned it
>he picks out Rainbow Dash
>On the way home, he can't wait to get her out of the box
>"Fiwst, Domno an' Raybo pway baww, an then pway bwocks, then pway..."
>he's pretty adorable, babbling to the toy like it's another living thing
>you don't know; he might actually think it's alive
>get home, take Dashie out the box, set Domino loose on her
>He drags her everywhere, and he seems to be having the absolute time of his life playing with her
>He even brings her to dinner: beef ravioli
>For some reason, Domino always like ravioli more than spaghetti
>Whatever; he's unique. That's why you like him so much.
>"So, Dom, how do you like Rainbow Dash?" you ask him, as you munch on the Cacciatore you made yourself.
>He takes a moment to chew (you made sure he had passable table manners before letting him eat with you) and responds: "Raybo my new besses fwend!"
>You're a little hurt, but he's a fluffy with a new toy; go figure.
>clean up after dinner
>Domino plays with the plush until it's time to go to bed
>Don't even have to turn the light's out; he tuckered himself out, and is sleeping peacefully in the saferoom
>so innocent
>you go to bed, but are awoken a few hours later by some noise
>It's probably Domino, playing with his new toy
>kids and fluffies are excitable like that
>go to the saferoom to check on him
>hear "enf, enf, enf, enf" coming from inside
>oh god, he's not—
>you stick your head in
>he is
>he just wanted to cum inside Rainbow Dash