Fluffies in Equestria 2.5: Five-Minute Dash
 
>you are Rarity, a fashionista of sorts, working diligently at the Canterlot Boutique, your very own dressmaking salon
>of course, your tiny fluffy pony helpers are at your aid
>”Fwuffy bwing wahm cwoff, mummah!”
>oh, he’s just brought you a patch of wool
>simply adorable
>you take the swatch, and thank the fluffy
>as you begin to incorporate it into your newest dress design, a thought enters your mind
>a fairly devious one, at that
>”Fluffy! Oh, Fluffy! Can you come back here for a moment?”
>sure enough, the fluffy toddles back over to you
>”Hewwo, mummah!”
>”Why, hello, dearie. Say, I was just admiring your lovely little fluffy coat…”
>you tousle his fluff a bit, causing him to giggle
>”…and Mumma was just wondering if she could possibly have some.”
>”Wan’ take fwuff?”
>”Well, I would be using it to make my clothes, of course! It wouldn’t bother you a tad if some of it went missing, would it?”
>”…Nu.”
>”Oh, that is simply marvelous! I’ll get to work straight away!”
>you begin to snip and shear at the fluffy’s, um, fluff, taking great care to keep it all in one piece, as though it were a pelt
>when you’re finally finished, you hold the fluff up to your snout and nearly swoon
>”This is the softest material I’ve ever worked with! Thank you oh-so-very-much, my little fluf-“
>you finally catch sight of what a sheared fluffy looks like
>”…Wha’ wong, mummah? Why fwuffy cowd?”
>”Oh…it’s…nothing. Nothing at all.”
>while in your state of shock, you drape the tiny coat back over the fluffy and give sow it up near the bottom
>”Fankies, mummah!”
>”Don’t mention it. Seriously, please never mention that again.”
>note to self: never look at a shaved fluffy unless you know you’re ready for it