>You are Marcus, owner of the Townsburg Fluffy Petshop
>Your shop has a reputation for being the best for both fluffies and people
>Of course, it didn't get like that without a little hard work
>You and your few employees wake up bright and early for work
>You clean the fluffy cages, feed the fluffies, and dispose of the ones that managed to kill themselves
>That happens surprisingly frequently
>You also breed your own stock, and run a daycare
>Not only do you watch regular fluffies, but you also care for runts
>The other fluffies would probably kill them if they got a sniff of them
"Alright, everyone, it's time for nummies!"
"Wan nummehs! Hungy! Fwuffy wuv daddeh!"
>You feed them oats and grains
>The daycare fluffies get the same
>It's packed with your special blend of vitamins and minerals
>That's a trade secret, though
>You check your breeding charts
"Alright...let's see...aha! Sunbeam, looks like you're ready to breed."
>You bought a really nice-looking Pegasus from Anon around a month ago
>She's just reached sexual maturity, so you decide to try your luck
"Okay, let's put you in with...Zora"
>You pick up a light blue Earth stallion with a purple mane
>You place both fluffies in the "special huggies" pen and let them go at it
>Sunbeam is crying, but she'll get used to it
>You give them both a cookie and jot down some notes
>You move on to the rest of your stock and do likewise
"Okay, that's everyone! Time to open up!"
>It's only 8:30 by the time you finish the morning routine
>You work hard, and do a damn good job
>That's what makes your petshop the best
>You are Starsplash, Pegasus runt
>You just woke up and got fed very good nummies by your daddy's friend
>After you finish eating, you notice other fluffies in another cage
"Hewwo! New fwends?"
>They look over and blow raspberries at you
"NU! You dummeh fwuffeh! No wike!"
"Wah...? Am gud fwuffeh! No am dummeh!"
>You don't get why they don't like you
>Maybe because you're smaller than them
>A Unicorn walks to the side of the cage
>He's white with a dark blue mane
"You dummeh fwuffeh! Am smawty of hewd! Yu go way!"
>He puffs his cheeks and makes sparks from his horn
>You're hurt, but not intimidated
>You talk with the other runts about "smarty"
"Smawty no nice fwuffy...he am mean."
>You learn that the other runts are afraid of the other fluffies
>Before daddy's friend made the cages separate, the big fluffies hurt runts
>Sometimes the runts even took the longest sleep
>Daddy's friend wasn't happy, but he couldn't do anything because the fluffies had "ownahs"
"Weww...wat if we made smawty dummeh fwuffy?"
"Wah Stawspwa mean?"
>You begin formulating your plan
>For a fluffy runt, you like to think of yourself as a genius
>An evil, fluffball genius
"Hey, smawty!"
>He turns back around
>You blow raspberries at him and all your friends begin calling him a dummy fluffy
"You dummeh! Big fwuffies am dum!"
>He looks confused
>His "herd" starts chattering amongst themselves
"Am dummehs...bad fwuffies? Nuuuu...good fwuffeh..."
>They all seem to realize that they're different from you
>Before you can act out the next part of your twisted little plan, daddy's friend feeds you
>The nummies are very good
>You forget all about Smarty
>Oh well, maybe tomorrow
>You curl up in your fluff pile and fall asleep
>A few days pass before you actually remember the other fluffies
>You're so silly sometimes!
"Hey big fwuffies! Yu smawty nu am smawty! He dummeh fwuffeh!"
>This gets them going
>They all seem to be considering what this could mean
"NU! NU AM DUMMEH! AM SMAWTY FWEND! MAKE YU SOWWY!"
>He tries his hardest to hit you with the sparks from his horn, but it's useless
"See? If he smawty den why he no make hown glowy?"
>That seems to confirm the herd's suspicions
"No smawty! You dummeh!"
>He lays down and begins crying
>Your next meal tastes like justice