>Be an overprotective, slightly deranged woman.
>Own a six month old fluffy pony.
>Must be getting hungry now, it's about dinner time.
"Time for lunch! Come on out!"
>You can hear fluffy babbling as he trundles into the kitchen.
>"Yay! Wunch! Fwuffy wan nummies! Wuv sketties!"
>Finish pouring the fluffy milk into his bottle.
>Walk over to the couch and sit down.
"Come sit on mommy's lap, precious!"
>"Okay mommy!"
>Fluffy gets on your lap.
>You cradle him in your arms, belly up, as you position the bottle near his face.
>"Wha? Nuuu!! No wan miwk!"
>Fluffy brakes free of your arms and tries to run away.
>Trips over his own hooves, you quickly snatch him up.
>"Be a good fluffy, baby."
>Bring him back to the couch and put him back in suckling position.
>He squirms in your arms, but doesn't try to escape this time.
>"Pwease. Gif sketties."
"Milk is what you drink, my angel. Mmmm yummy milk!"
>"Wan big fwuffy nummies."
"If you don't drink this you won't get anything. Now drink up."
>"*sniff* *sniff* O-Okay..."
>Fluffy put his mouth to the bottle and begins suckling.
>He sobs the entire time.
>Tears stain his face fluff.
>After a few minutes he's done.
"That's a big boy, yes he is!"
>Give fluffy an eskimo kiss.
>"Am good fwuffy?"
"You sure are!"
"Now, how about a nice walk?"
>Fluffy's eyes light up again.
>"Yeah yeah! Wan wawk, fwuffy wan go ouwside!"
"Alright, be right back."
>Set fluffy down on the couch and head towards the closet.
>Pull out a stroller.
>Grab fluffy from the couch, he sees the stroller.
>"No mommy! No wike stwowwa! Wan run, wan weggies!"
"You know the rules. I can't let any harm come to my pride and joy."
"And, if you don't go in the stroller, you can't go outside."
>"Nuuu pwease ouwside!"
>Fluffy doesn't struggle as you strap him into the seat.
>Take fluffy to the park.
>Other fluffies are there playing in the grass.
>They approach the stroller and look at your fluffy curiously.
>"Why in siwwy chaiw?" "Why fwuffy no use weggies?" "Am dummy fwuffy!" "No wan pway?" "You no babeh!"
>You fluffy starts crying at his social humiliation.
>"Wa-wah! WAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
>Lean down and try to comfort him.
"What's wrong buddy? You aren't having fun? Isn't the park nice?"
>"Fwuffy wan go home. Pwease, weave pwace..."
"Okay if that's what you want."
>Return home and let fluffy out of the stroller.
>Let fluffy go play with his soft blocks and pillows, while you watch TV a few feet away.
>Start to dose off on the couch.
>Wake up to fluffy humping your leg.
"Stop that!"
>Push fluffy off.
>"Pwease! Wan speshew huggies!"
"Don't hump my leg, that's gross. Don't be a nasty fluffy, honey."
>"...Wan giwl fwuffy... Wan make babehs..."
>Pick up the sad fluffy.
"You'll never have babies little guy. Don't you remember? I had you're genitals removed when you were a colt."
>"Wha?"
"You'll never have babies, or have special hugs with a mare. That way you can be my little baby forever and ever!"
"Every day you can have your share of milk, and never worry about spaghetti again!"
>"Fwuffy wan die..."