>turn off computer
>that's enough posting for one night
>look at your desk clock
>it's two in the morning
>oh shit, you have work at eight
>you hop into bed
>suddenly you hear a dull thump
>what the hell?
>thump
>it's coming from below you
>look under the bed
>thump
>nothing there
>must be on the main floor or something
>head downstairs
>thump
>it's definitely coming from down here
>thump
>right from the front door
>who the fuck is knocking at this hour?
>and why aren't they using the doorbell?
>open the door
>nobody there
>what the hell?
>start to close the door
>but then you hear a sob
>look down
>a light purple earth fluffy is standing there, looking up at you, crying
>"I-I-I-I'm...c-cowd..."
>well, no shit, it's raining
>"You're cold?"
>"Y-yeah..."
>the fluffy lets out another stifled sob
>notice that it's a female
>"Well...it is pretty warm in here..."
>stupid, stupid
>why'd you say that?
>now it's gonna think that you're it's savior, daddy, blah blah blah
>"Reawwy? Can I come in? Pwease?"
>goddammit
>well, what the fuck do you say now?
>"Umm...I don't really know..."
>oh fuck, that was the wrong thing to say
>the fluffy just stares at you, sadly
>it doesn't protest, it just starts crying
>"Oh...awwight..."
>she starts walking away
>she gets to the sidewalk
>"Wait!"
>what the fuck are you doing
>are you seriously doing this
>the fluffy turns her head towards you
>don't do this
>"Do you, uh..."
>don't you fucking do this
>"Do you wanna come inside?"
>oh goddammit
>the fluffy's face just lights right up
>she runs as fast as she can back to your door and inside the house
>you sigh
>what the hell have you gotten yourself into?
>you follow the fluffy back into your house
>she seems kind of apprehensive about entering a strange house, but she's looking around
>she explores the main floor and then comes back to you
>she looks up at you, expectantly
>"What?"
>she keeps staring at you
>the fuck is this thing doing?
>"Are you..hungry?"
>it snaps out of its trance and its eyes widen
>"Nummies?"
>"Uhh...yeah. Nummies."
>she starts running around in circles, chanting "nummies" over and over
>she follows you into the kitchen
>you bust out the box of spaghetti noodles
>you read all about this
>fluffies love spaghetti, apparently
>you start boiling the water and heat up the sauce
>you turn to the fluffy
>"So, I'm making some spaghetti. Is that okay with you?"
>"Sketties? Fwuffy wuvs sketties!"
>well, that's good
>hey, this thing needs a name
>"So, what's your name?"
>she just stares at you
>"Your name?"
>"Me?"
>you can't help but chuckle
>"Yes, you."
>"Me fwuffy!"
>you sigh
>well it's time to think up a name
>think, think
>synonyms for purple
>that's it, a synonym for purple
>you go through as many as you can think of
>lavender, violet, amethyst
>amethyst
>amethyst
>Ammy
>not bad
>"How's 'Ammy' sound to you?"
>"Dat my name?"
>you nod
>"Fwuffy wuv dat name!"
>fluffies love everything, it seems
>the water's boiling
>boil that spaghetti
>drain that water
>mix that sauce
>you get two bowls, one for you, one for the fluffy
>despite naming her, you still like to call her 'fluffy'
>you carry the bowls to the table
>you set the fluffy's bowl right next to you on the floor
>"Yay! Sketties!"
>she sticks her entire head in the bowl
>you're not even sure if she's eating it or just sticking her face in it
>either way, the two of you enjoy your spaghetti
>you two haven't really talked much
>you try to set up a conversation with her
>"Do you like this place?"
>she flings her head up, causing a couple noodles to fly across the room
>"Yeah! Fwuffy feews wahm, and fwuffy has sketties, and fwuffy has a new name, and fwuffy has a nice daddeh too!"
>oh fuck
>did she just call you her daddy
>son of a bitch, you knew this was coming
>should you tell her you aren't really her daddy?
>you decide against it
>the two of you finish eating in silence
>you have no clue what to say
>gladly, the fluffy fills that gap
>"Daddeh, fwuffy's...tiwehed."
>alrighty then, she's sleepy
>now, where is she gonna sleep
>"Alright, dadd--I'm gonna go find you something comfortable to sleep in."
>there's no way you almost called yourself daddy
>are you actually thinking that you're its dad now?
>you push the thought out of your head and rummage through some laundry
>bingo!
>an old sleeping bag from when you were a kid
>you've outgrown it now, but your fluffy should fit just fine
>you call your fluffy over to you
>she trots over happily, despite being so tired
>now, where exactly is she gonna be allowed to sleep?
>well, not on the main floor or in the basement, that's for sure
>she'd be terrified
>someplace on the upper floor would be perfect
>hold on a second
>you know just the place
>you carry the fluffy and the sleeping bag upstairs
>you open the door to your old office
>ever since you moved a bunch of stuff to your room, there's a lot of empty space there
>just perfect
>you set up the sleeping bag, and Ammy walks right inside
>you tuck her in, and start headed out the door
>"Daddeh?"
>you stop dead in your tracks
>here we fucking go
>"I wuv you."
>oh son of a bitch
>"Yeah, I, uh...I love you too."
>"Goodnight, daddeh."
>"Yeah. 'Night."
>you close the door behind you and sit down on the stairs
>that's the first time your heart's melted that hard
>you're almost starting to feel glad she's around
>you head into the kitchen and break out the scotch
>you really need a drink right now
>you look at the clock
>it's already six in the morning
>you call your job and tell them you can't come in today
>when asked why, you just tell them you came across an animal in poor shape, and you need to take care of it
>the boss isn't happy, but he at least lets you stay home
>you head back to your bedroom and let sleep overwhelm you
>you're out before your head even hits the pillow
>you wake up a few hours later
>you didn't get enough sleep, but you're up now
>as you start to get up, you hear Ammy
>she's making a bunch of what you can only describe as "waking up noises"
>how did she get into your bed?
>how did she even get out of the office?
>regardless, you lie back down
>she stops stirring and lets out a little sigh
>you just stare at the ceiling, your logic conflicting with your emotions
>if you let her stay, you know what's gonna happen
>you're gonna get attached to it
>but maybe that's not such a bad thing
>you pet Ammy's head, and she gives a little smile in her sleep
>you just lie there for hours, doing nothing but petting her
>yeah, maybe being attached isn't a bad thing
>your days with Ammy fly right on by
>everyday you play together, snuggle, whatever
>the only thing that matters is that you two get to be together
>by the time she's about four (from what you can guess, she was a couple weeks old at most when you got her), she has foals of her own
>you don't know the father, probably some feral fluffy
>she says she never sees him anyways
>a couple more years pass
>Ammy is already seven years old
>but she's not doing too well
>from what you've guessed, most fluffies live a couple weeks at the most, due to drowning, abuse, whatever
>you've never heard of a fluffy living this long
>but it seems that they don't have a very long lifespan
>only about seven or eight years
>Ammy's grown old and frail
>she can hardly play anymore
>she tries, though
>she's still as enthusiastic as ever, albeit a tad bit slower now
>but how much longer could she have left?
>the answer, as it turns out, isn't very long
>within a couple weeks, she gets slower and slower
>she's constantly sore
>it's hard for her to eat
>she's nearing the end
>you take her to the vet, just to see what they can do
>you know the answer before you even get there, but you go anyways
>they tell you they can't do anything for her now
>she's just old
>they tell you there's two options
>you can take her home and let her die there, painfully
>or you can get her euthanized
>you take a ragged breath
>you know what you want to do
>but you also know what you're going to do
>"Alright, doc. We're gonna-"
>your voice falters
>you've gotta keep your composure
>for Ammy's sake
>"We're gonna go with the euthanasia."
>you lay Ammy down on the table
>you wish you'd brought her a blanket or something, but it's too late for that now
>"D-daddeh?"
>"Yes, Ammy?"
>"W-what's gonna ha-happen?"
>"The doctors are gonna...they're gonna put you to sleep."
>you can't contain it any longer
>you let a couple tears roll down your face
>"Daddeh...pwease don't cwy..."
>"you sniff
>"Okay. Alright, I won't cry."
>you sniff again
>you stroke her head for a couple minutes, not saying anything
>you don't need to say anything
>"Daddeh?"
>"Yes, Ammy?"
>you look at her
>she's crying
>"I wuv you."
>you let a few more tears go
>"Yeah. Yeah, I love you too, Ammy."
>you sit there, still stroking her
>the doctor walks in with the needle
>"Is there anything you two would like to say before I do this?"
>you look at Ammy, and she shakes her head
>"No. No, I think we're good."
>the doctor puts his hand on your shoulder
>"You made a difficult choice, son. But it was the right one."
>you want to scream at him, to tell them that it isn't right, that it was the hardest choice you've ever made
>instead, you just nod
>you grab Ammy's front leg
>she holds on tight as the doctor injects her
>your silent tears turn into sobs
>Ammy looks you dead in the eye
>"Goodbye, daddeh...I wuv you..."
>and then she's gone
>you sit there for an hour
>feeling empty
>alone
>your legs have gone numb and your hands are shaking
>but you pick up her body and drive home
>you prepare a makeshift grave in the backyard
>you set her body down in the hole
>she looks almost peaceful now
>"Goodbye, Ammy."
>and with that, she's buried
>you walk back inside your house
>the foals are all running around, playing
>happy
>the foals all run up to you
>"Daddeh? Where's mommeh?"
>you stare at them for a few seconds
>your gut feels like you just ate a pound of cement
>"She's...she's gone."
>the tears stream down your face
>"She was very old, and now she's...she's gone to a better place."
>the foals look as sad as you feel
>"Wiww we see mommeh ever again?"
>"Yes...yes, you'll see her again...someday. I don't know when, but someday."
>you scoop up all the foals
>you hug them tightly
>you're going to raise them to be just like Ammy
>the greatest fluffy pony in the world