Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy: The Complete Saga
 
    >ever since the release of fluffy ponies, breeders have been trying to get show-accurate clones
    >as a whole they’ve succeeded
    >all of the ponies from Friendship is Magic have been bred as fluffies
    >along with background and secondary characters
    >you don’t see much point in it, but it’s a cool concept
    >however, most of these fluffies are very rare
    >a Twilight Sparkle?
    >good luck
    >Fluffy Jack?
    >yeah, right
    >Fluffy Celestia?
    >an alicorn, much less one with her color scheme?
    >it would take years just to attempt that
    >but two of them are bred very easily
    >Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash
    >you’ll hear about these the most
    >a lot of people will post pictures of them, write stories, all sorts of things about these two
    >sadly, they’re widely considered to be the ugliest, stupidest, and all-around worst fluffy ponies
    >they’re subjected to a lot of abuse, really
    >you, though, think they’re kinda cute
    >in fact, that’s why you’re headed to your friendly neighborhood breeder right now
    >he’s an old college buddy of yours, Dave
    >somewhat fitting that he's a breeder now, seeing as how he had a doctor’s degree in animal sciences
    >you pull up to the farm and head inside
    >the place is pretty much what you’d expected
    >it’s just a barn with a massive fluffy pen on one side
    >there’s lots of hay piles for them to sleep in, toys, the works
    >it’s pretty much an adoption center
    >the other half is occupied by cow pens
    >of course, there aren’t any cows in there
    >they’re full of pregnant mares or mothers taking care of their foals
    >you take it that they’re too young to leave the nest yet, so to speak
    >you turn away, and Dave walks up to greet you
    >”Hey, Anon! Long time no see! How’re ya holding up?”
    >”Good to see you, Dave. I’ve been pretty good. You?”
    >”Ah, I haven’t been doin’ much. Business is boomin’, though. I hadn’t expected this much cash to come rolling in all of a sudden. ‘Specially not over fluffy ponies.”
    >you nod and head over to the fluffy pen
    >”So, you wanted Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash?”
    >”Yeah.”
    >”Alrighty, they’re just over there, in the corner. That’ll be fifty bucks.”
    >you hand Dave the cash and step into the pen
    >the walls are only about as high as those little playpens you get for toddlers
    >you walk on over to the two, taking care not to step on any other fluffies by accident
    >it doesn’t help that they’re swarming around your legs, giving the usual “huggies”, “sketties”, “pway” and, of course, “new daddeh!”
    >eventually, you manage to get over to Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy
    >Fluffyshy, upon seeing you, cowers in the corner
    >well, what were you expecting?
    >Fluffy Dash, on the other hand, is much more receptive
    >she trots on over and looks you over before smiling up at you
    >”Hewwo!”
    >”Hi. You wanna come home with me?”
    >”Home? Ohh, yuu new daddeh?”
    >”Yeah.”
    >”Hmm…yuu gif nummies?”
    >”Yeah…?”
    >”Yuu pway?”
    >”Um, yes?”
    >”Yuu be nice daddeh?”
    >”Yes.”
    >she thinks this over for a minute
    >”Otay! Yuu gud daddeh!”
    >she snuggles up to your legs and you walk over to Fluffyshy
    >alright, approach carefully
    >”Hi, Fluffyshy.”
    >she lets out a small squeal and pushes into the corner even further
    >”Hey, hey, it’s alright. I won’t hurt you.”
    >she tenses up a little less, but you haven’t convinced her
    >”I’m your new daddy, alright?”
    >”N-nuu daddeh?”
    >at this point, Dash cuts in
    >”Yeah! He nice daddeh! He wan gif fwuffies nummies, and wan pway, an’ no wan hewt Dassii aw Fwuffysii!”
    >she pokes her head up at you and you smile
    >she shakily gets to her hooves and very slowly walks over to you
    >she stands in front of you, trembling and trying not to make eye contact
    >time to make your move
    >in one fell swoop, you pick her up and give her a hug
    >she lets out a “Wah!”, and struggles for a second, but eventually returns the hug
    >”Y-yuu weawwy nice daddeh?”
    >”I sure am, Fluffyshy.”
    >this calms her down a great deal, and she squeezes you a bit tighter
    >you set her down, and the two follow you out of the pen
    >well, actually, you lift them over it
    >either way, Dave comes up to you again
    >”Hey, you want a carrier for those two? No charge, but only ‘cause I know ya.”
    >”Wow, that’d be great, thanks.”
    >he hands you what looks like a double-wide carrier, and the two scurry inside
    >”I’ll throw some toys in there, too. Lucky you’re my pal, or you’d being payin’ more for these than those two combined.”
    >he gives you one of every single toy
    >you thank him, and head back to your car
    >you drive back to your house, with the fluffies in the passenger seat, babbling about the outside world
    >as you drive, you begin to realize what a boring chapter this was
    >oh, well
    >let’s just chalk it up to “we had to establish the characters”
    >yeah, that’s a good one
   
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    >you are Fluffy Dash
    >daddy left to go to “work”
    >work is dumb
    >it makes daddy go away for a long time
    >until dark time, as a matter of fact
    >he left you in the “safe room” with Fluffyshy and a bunch of toys
    >you’re so happy the nice Dave man gave you those toys
    >the safe room is boring, though
    >it’s only as big as daddy’s room
    >you can’t go outside in the grass or hop around or feel the breeze
    >there’s nothing to do but play with the toys
    >the toys are fun, but they get boring after a while
    >Fluffyshy is too scared of everything to play with you
    >maybe if you convinced her to play, the toys would get fun again!
    >yeah, that’s it!
    >you nudge a ball over to Fluffyshy
    >”Hewwo, Fwuffysii!”
    >she squeaks and curls up into a ball
    >”Fwuffysii! You siwwy fwuffy! Wan pway baww?”
    >she turns to you with tears in her eyes
    >why is she so sad?
    >you give her a hug to make her feel better, and she smiles a bit
    >”W-wah baww?”
    >she doesn’t know what a ball is?
    >that’s just silly!
    >”Dis!”
    >you roll the ball over to her, and it bops off of her nose
    >she yelps and runs to the other side of the room
    >”O-ouchies! W-w-why meanie baww gif Fwuffysii boo-boos?!”
    >she starts bawling, and holds onto her nose tightly
    >she’s being dumb, now
    >”Fwuffysii, baww no gif boo-boos! Yuu no haf boo-boo juice!”
    >”N-no boo-boo juice?”
    >she inspects her nose and hooves, checking for any blood
    >”Yay! No boo-boo juice!”
    >she jumps around for a few seconds before settling down
    >”Pway baww now, Fwuffysii?”
    >”Umm…o-otay! How pway?”
    >”Yuu kick baww and den kick baww again!”
    >you run over and give it a good kick to demonstrate
    >the ball bounces off of the wall and comes back to you
    >you giggle
    >you’re a strong fluffy!
    >”N-nuuuuu! Meanie Dassi hewt baww!”
    >she starts crying again and runs over to the ball, giving it a big hug
    >”No cwy, Fwuffysii! Dassi no meanie! Baww no hewt! Baww wike kick!”
    >”B-baww wike kick?”
    >”Yeah! Twy kick!”
    >she’s really hesitant
    >she gives it the tiniest little kick
    >the ball rolls a few centimeters
    >”B-baww fwend otay?”
    >”Yeah, baww happy! Kick hawduh!”
    >she winds up and gives it a bigger kick than you!
    >the ball bounces all over the room and Fwuffyshy cowers in fear
    >”Wah! Sowwy, baww! Sowwy! Sowwy!”
    >you just watch the ball bounce around
    >it’s fun!
    >”Fwuffysii, wan pway new game?”
    >”Y-yeah! Baww scawy!”
    >you try to think of something that wouldn’t scare her
    >”Bwocks!”
    >her eyes light up
    >”Fwuffysii wuv bwocks! Bwocks fun!”
    >the two of you get to work building a small tower
    >both of you keep knocking it over on accident, but it’s still fun to stack them up and watch them fall
    >you only wish you could play outside
    >maybe one day you’ll sneak out when daddy’s at work or something
    >heck, maybe someday you’ll be able to foreshadow things subtly
    >you try to understand the big word “foreshadowing”, but it just confuses you
    >this chapter was a bit boring
    >maybe when daddy comes back, it’ll be more interesting
   
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    >you get home from work
    >after hanging up your jacket, you head upstairs to check on Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash
    >you can only hope that they haven’t hurt themselves
    >or even worse, died
    >you decide to head up the stairs a bit faster
    >”Fluffyshy? Dash? Are you okay?”
    >you open the door to the saferoom
    >and see them happily playing with their blocks
    >Fluffy Dash turns to you
    >”Daddeh! Yuu home!”
    >she runs up and hugs your legs
    >you pick her up
    >”Wee! Dasii fwy!”
    >you play “Fwy” for a bit and turn to Fluffyshy
    >”Hi, Fluffyshy. How are you?”
    >she nervously takes a few steps back and points to the blocks
    >they’ve managed to stack about two blocks on top of each other
    >the other eight are strewn about the floor
    >you decide to lay on the enthusiasm a bit thick
    >”Wow, did you two make that stack yourselves? It’s really high!”
    >”We did, daddeh, we did! It hawd!”
    >”Yeah, I bet. Did you help, Fluffyshy?”
    >she peeps and turns away
    >alright, you expected her to be afraid of just about everything
    >but why is she so scared of you?
    >”Fluffyshy, what’s wrong?”
    >”Um…”
    >she points to the ball in the corner and shakes a little
    >you pick it up and hold it out to her
    >”The ball? What about it?”
    >”F-f-Fwuffysii…”
    >”What?”
    >she breaks down into sobs
    >”Fwuffysii an’ Dasii hewt baww fwend! We meanie fwuffies! Baww fwend sad! Dasii say baww fwend happy when Fwuffysii kick, but he now happy! He sad!”
    >she lets loose another bout of loud sobs
    >”T-that’s it?”
    >you’re trying to stifle your laughter
    >it’s not exactly funny that she’s bawling her eyes out, just that she’s doing so over something so petty
    >Dash just rolls her eyes
    >”Fluffyshy, the ball doesn’t get sad. He’s only happy.”
    >”N-nuu! No twue! Fwuffysii buwwy fwuffy! Sowwy, daddeh! Sowwy, baww!”
    >”Fluffyshy, you’re not a bully. He likes it when you kick him! Isn’t that right, Mr. Ball?”
    >welp, time for those ventriloquism classes you took as a kid to come in handy
    >you put on your best falsetto and stick the ball in front of your face
    >”Yeah, Anon! That’s right! I sure wish some little fluffy pony would come along and kick me right now!”
    >Dash looks up in wonder
    >”Baww speak?!”
    >”That’s right, Dash! Would you please-“
    >your voice breaks and you cough
    >”..please kick me?”
    >”Otay, Mistah Baww!”
    she runs up and gives the ball a kick
    >it rolls about three feet and bounces a few inches
    >not impressive, but she’s loving it
    >your throat, on the other hand, isn’t too pleased with your Mickey Mouse impression
    >”Weee! Dash, I’m *cough* having so *cough* much fun!”
    >Fluffyshy keeps peeking up at the ball
    >time to go in for the kill
    >”Heya, Fluffyshy! Come play with me!”
    >”B-baww fwend wan pway wif fwuffysii?”
    >”I *cough* sure do, Fluffysh-“
    >you go into a coughing fit rivaling Walter White
    >”Baww fwend? Yuu otay?”
    >you cough some more
    >you’re fine, but you can’t exactly talk at this point
    >Fluffy Dash pipes up
    >”Fwuffysii! Baww fwend gonna sweep fuhevah!”
    >oh no, she thinks the ball’s going to die
    >Fluffyshy starts to tear up and speaks through sobs
    >”Nuu! Fwuffysii no mean kiww baww fwend! Sowwy! No sweepies! Pwease no sweepies!”
    >wait, this is perfect
    >”Fluffyshy! *cough* Kick me! *cough* Do it…or I’ll DIE!”
    >you break the falsetto on the “DIE”, replacing it with your best dramatic voice
    >you make a big point to gasp and wheeze
    >Fluffy Dash runs up and prepares to buck the ball
    >”Dasii kick baww! Dasii save baww fwend!”
    >”No! Only Fluffyshy can do it!”
    >she crying her eyes out, begging for “ball friend’s” safety
    >”Fwuffysii! Kick baww fwend! Huwwy!”
    >she looks from you, to Fluffy Dash, to the ball
    >game face initiated
    >she puffs her cheeks out and rushes over to the ball
    >”Fwuffysii save yuu, baww! WAHHHHHHHHHH!”
    >she boots the ball and it bounces around the room
    >”Holy shit!”
    >you forgot to turn off the falsetto
    >how in the hell did she learn karate cries?
    >”Baww fwend otay?”
    >”Uhhh…yeah! You saved me, fluffies! I love you all!”
    >both of them let out a “yay!”
    >you go back to your normal voice
    >”Great work, you two! What do you say we celebrate with…SPAGHETTI?”
    >the two fluffies cheer loudly at this
    >you carry them downstairs, when Fluffyshy stops you
    >”W-wai! Take baww fwend? Pwease?”
    >ah, what the hell
    >”Sure. I’ll go get him.”
    >you get the ball and set the two-erm, the three of them all down on the kitchen floor
    >Fluffyshy hugs the ball tightly, and Fluffy Dash congratulates her on saving him
    >as you cook the spaghetti, you chuckle to yourself
    >learn to play the tuba, they said
    >ventriloquism is stupid, they said
    >well, who knew that would come in handy with fluffies?
    >you strain the spaghetti and then hear a call from the other side of the room
    >”Daddeh? Why baww fwend no talk when yuu no howd him?”
    >fuck
 
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        >you are Fluffy Dash, once more
    >today is the day
    >not spaghetti day
    >not your birthday
    >but THE day
    >the day where you go outside all alone
    >daddy only lets you play outside when he’s home, and even then he only stays out for an hour or two before you have to go back inside
    >but today, you’ve prepared
    >you stopped the safe room door from closing with your shaky stick
    >daddy calls it a rattle
    >you’ve set up a little pillow pile at the bottom of the stairs so you don’t get hurt when you jump down
    >and, most importantly, you’ve fashioned all of your toys with wires into a long hook, perfect for unlocking doors
    >oh, wait
    >you would’ve done that, if you weren’t a fluffy pony
    >silly you, that’s just not possible!
    >no, daddy just forgot to close the door today
    >you push it open with your face
    >it’s really hard, but you use all your might and it opens
    >you look down the long staircase
    >you would be scared
    >but you’re Fluffy Dash!
    >the bravest fluffy pony ever!
    >unfortunately, Fluffyshy doesn’t feel the same
    >she doesn’t want to go outside
    >”Dasii! Yuu bad fwuffy! Daddeh say “no go ouwsii”! Onwy dummy fwuffy go ouwsii!”
    >dummy?
    >DUMMY?
    >”Fwuffysii! Yuu meanie fwuffy! Yuu caw Dasii dummy fwuffy! Dasii no dummy fwuffy! Yuu dummy! Yuu scawdy fwuffy!”
    >she hears your words and begins to cry into her hooves
    >”S-sowwy, Dasii! No mean c-caw yuu dummy fwuffy! F-Fwuffysii juss no wan go ouwsii! No dummy Dasii! Dummy ouwsii! Ouwsii scawy! Munstas ouwsii dat wan gif biggest ouchies Fwuffysii and Dasii!”
    >she sobs some more
    >you feel really bad for making her cry
    > “Sowwy, Fwuffysii. Umm…wan come ouwsii wif Dasii?”
    >she looks at you, her eyes pleading
    >”Dasii! Yuu gon’ geh eateh by munstahs! Fwuffysii no wan Dasii geh eateh!”
    >you don’t want to be eaten, either
    >but you’ll make sure that doesn’t happen
    >”Dasii no afwaih of munstahs. Munstahs dummies! Dasii gif big ouchies munstahs!”
    >she gasps
    >”Dasii hewt munstahs?”
    >you nod and give a few practice kicks to the air
    >”Biggest ouchies evah! Make munstahs sweep fuhevah!”
    >Fluffyshy gets to her hooves
    >”O-otay, Dasii! Fwuffysii hewp!”
    >”Yuu bwave fwuffy! Good fwuffy!”
    >she beams and follows you over to the stairs
    >you step down them and get to the bottom
    >Fluffyshy is still at the top
    >”Fwuffysii! Huwwy!”
    >she squeaks
    >”Dasii! Too high! Wan daddeh!”
    >daddy always carries the two of you down the stairs
    >”Fwuffysii, daddeh no hewe! Come!”
    >she hides her face with her hooves
    >”N-no! Scawy munstah staiws! Daddeh! DADDEH!”
    >she’s such a scaredy-cat
    >uh, scaredy-fluffy
    >”Yuu no bwave, Fwuffysii.”
    >you begin to walk away
    >but then you hear a bunch of thumps and Fluffyshy is right next to you
    >”Ouchies…Fwuffysii am bwave?”
    >”Um…yeah. Yuu bwave.”
    >it’s not exactly brave to just tumble down the stairs, but you’ll do anything to get her to come with you
    >”Come! We goin’ ouwsii!”
    >the two of you approach the back door
    >since it’s made of glass, you can see what’s outside
    >grass
    >flowers      
    >sunshine
    >you know what’s outside, you’ve been there before
    >but it seems so much more beautiful today
    >Fluffyshy’s jaw is agape
    >”S-so pwetty…”
    >you have to agree on that one
    >the door is open slightly
    >”Fwuffysii! Hewp push!”
    >you push with all your might, but the door just won’t open
    >that’s probably because it’s a sliding glass door, but you don’t know that
    >you’re just a fluffy
    >”Otay! Fwuffysii hewp!”
    >she slams right into your side, sending you sprawling across the floor
    >oh no!
    >you hit your nose off of the floor real hard and now you’re bleeding!
    >you almost cry
    >but you’re Fluffy Dash
    >bravest fluffy pony ever!
    >you instead get angry
    >”Fwuffysii…”
    >she’s not listening to you
    >”Dasii! Wook! Dowh open!”
    >sure enough, the door has opened a few inches
    >suddenly, you get an idea
    >”Fwuffysii! Puss again!”
    >”No! No wan hewt Dasii moh! Yuu haf boo-boo juice!”
    >you wipe it off
    >”Oh! Boo-boo juice gone! Otay, Dasii! Fwuffysii puss!”
    >she rams into you again
    >you don’t bleed again
    >but now the door is opened!
    >the two of you rush outside, and you give Fluffyshy a big hug for a job well done
    >onto the grass you go!
    >the grass is warm today, and it tickles your fluff
    >a butterfly comes along and lands on Fluffyshy’s nose
    >she giggles and plays with it before it flys away
    >”Bye-bye wingie fwend! Wuv yuu!”
    >you sit down
    >man, being outside is boring
    >you decide to go back inside, and Fluffyshy goes with you
    >you go back to the saferoom and you and her play with your toys before taking a nap together
    >being outside is boring without daddy
    >/shaggy dog story
 
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>another long day at work ends with you entering through that front door
>as you always do, you head upstairs to check the saferoom
>the door is slightly ajar, but the two fluffies are inside
>they’re asleep
>you decide not to wake them up and head back downstairs
>you head to the kitchen to get a drink
>you grab a cup and walk over to the cupboards
>and you notice the back door is wide open
>well, that’s odd
>you don’t dwell on it and close it
>you must’ve forgotten to lock it after you let the two fluffies out for their morning playtime session or whatever
>you get your drink and watch some TV
>you’ll have to remind yourself to get some post-it notes so you don’t forget to just shut a door
 
>you are now Fluffyshy
>it’s been fifteen days since you and Fluffy Dash snuck out of the house
>it was scary going against what daddy said
>and being outside all alone wasn’t even that fun
>actually, it was, until your butterfly friend flew away
>oh well, you’ve learned to just stay inside and play with Dash
>you two still explore the house from time to time, though
>like right now
>you’ve been through the house lots of times, but there’s a certain appeal to looking about with daddy that you just can’t put your finger on
>put your hoof on?
>you’re a fluffy pony, you’re no good with metaphors
>as usual with these patrolling sessions, you’re poking around near the couch while Dash jumps off of it
>she trying to practice flying
>you’re afraid of heights, though, so you decide not to try it
>anyways, as you’re admiring a rather mesmerizing dust bunny, you hear knocking at the door
>that means someone’s here!
>it’s not daddy though, because daddy never knocks
>he has a special key
>once, it fell on the floor and you tried to eat because it was all shiny
>daddy ran over and pulled it out of your mouth, but you would’ve spit it out
>it tasted yucky
>you and Dash approach the door
>”Fwuffysii! How open dis doh?”
>you try to remember
>”Um…uh…”
>you hear the person knocking on the door talking
>you can’t hear what he’s saying but you know it’s a he
>”Um…yuu…”
>the man is talking some more
>and then you remember!
>you point to the doorknob
>”Use shiny!”
>you try to jump up to it
>you just can’t reach!
>”Dasii, yuu twy! You fwy!”
>she tries as well, but her tiny wings don’t allow her to fly for more than half a second
>the man rings the doorbell a few times and then you stop hearing all of the knocking and ringing
>”Hooman go ‘way.”
>”Oh. Wan pway bwocks?”
>the two of you head into the living room
>you decided to bring your blocks downstairs so you wouldn’t have to go back up to play
>you only get a minute of playtime in when you hear a really loud bang!
>instinctively, you ball up
>Fluffy Dash yelps and jerks back
>and another bang!
>bang!
>bang!
>the front door swings open
>and then you hear voices
>two men are inside your house!
>you don’t know what to do!
>you look to Dash, but she’s as confused as you
>you both speak in a quiet whisper
>”Fwuffysii, go see if dey nice hoomans.”
>”Wha?! Nuu! Dey munstas! Dey make…”
>you try to imitate the sound of the door being kicked in
>”Maybe dey nice, Fwuffysii! Go see! I hewp yuu if dey munstas.”
>you remember what Dash said a couple weeks ago
>” Dasii no afwaih of munstahs. Munstahs dummies! Dasii gif big ouchies munstahs!”
>she’ll help you
>you’re sure of it
>you very, very slowly walk up to the two men
>one of them is grabbing things and then handing them off to the other
>the other guy is standing by the door and has a big bag he’s putting the things in
>daddy’s things!
>”Um…hewwo…”
>the other guy jumps and turns towards you
>he looks surprised, but he starts laughing
>his laughter is so sudden that it scared you and makes you ball up again
>”Oh-ho, shit! Dave! Come see this!”
>the man named Dave comes around the corner
>it’s the nice man from the breeding farm!
>you run over and hug his leg
>”Hewwo, Dave!”
>the other man chuckles
>”Does she know you from somewhere, man?”
>Dave doesn’t smile his friendly smile like he normally does
>he looks angry
>”Yeah, from the farm. Never liked ‘er much.”
>his words hurt you a little
>he never liked you?
>oh, come on, he doesn’t mean that!
>he told you every night that he loved you all
>so he must be lying!
>silly Dave
>”Alright, mate, let’s get out of here then.”
>the other man walks out, but Dave stays behind
>”Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”
>he turns back to the two of you
 
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HUGBOX ENDING
 
    >he crouches down in front of you two
    >”Now, make sure you don’t tell your daddy I was here, alright?”
    >you’re confused
    >”Buh you daddeh fwend! He wan know!”
    >Dave shakes his head
    >”No, no. He really wouldn’t. Only a bad fluffy would tell him I was here.”
    >the words bad fluffy sting your heart
    >tears form in your eyes as you start to cry
    >you’re not a bad fluffy!
    >you have to make sure not to tell daddy
    >or else you’ll be bad forever
    >he’ll stop giving you spaghetti
    >he’ll hate you
    >he just might even make you sleep forever
    >you shudder and sob, but gradually you calm down
    >Dave pets your back, and this soothes you further
    >”You’re a good fluffy. But you’d better want to keep it that way, or else.”
    >you know what else
    >”O-otay, Daii.”
    >he smiles
    >”There ya go. Same goes for you, Dash.”
    >she looks angry, but she understands
    >the man shouts from outside
    >”Hey, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have all day!”
    >Dave hurries out the door
    >”Bye, now. Remember, I was never here.”
    >he closes the door behind him, and just like that, he’s gone
    >you and Dash turn to each other at the same time
    >you know what you’re gonna do
    >go upstairs and play with some blocks, that’s what
     
    >you come home from work, yet again
    >as is customary, you head on upstairs
    >the two fluffies are playing together
    >after some “Hewwo, daddeh!”s and some hugs you hear downstairs with a fluffy under each arm
    >you let the two outside and play with them a bit
    >after that, you take them into the forest to, erm, “do their business”
    >you begin to wonder if potty training a fluffy pony would be a viable option
    >maybe you’ll write a little story on that some day
    >OH SHIT MORE FORESHADOWING
    >following a brief cleaning, the three of you head inside
    >it’s 5:30, meaning of course that it’s time for “Spaghetti Land", the duo’s favorite show
    >really, it’s not even a show, just the same little thirty minute advert for some theme park, everyday at this time
    >fluffy ponies are far too easy to entertain
    >anyways, you bring them into the living room and sit down on the couch
    >you grab the remote and turn on the TV
    >…where’s the TV?
    >WHERE IS THE TV
    >you spout a few cusses and run up to your bedroom
    >sure enough, your laptop, consoles, and games are missing
    >”Oh fucking, what the…why in the fuck…”
    >you’ve been robbed
    >it quickly begins to sink in as you pound your fist into the wall
    >however, in your fit of blind rage, you remember something
    >both fluffies were home today
    >maybe they saw who it was
    >you rush down the stairs to see them both shaking and hugging each other
    >you must’ve been a lot louder than you thought
    >this is no time for apologies, though
    >you take a breath and begin
    >”Okay, someone broke in. Who was it?”
    >the two of them look at you, confused
    >”There was somebody else who wasn’t daddy in the house today. Who?”
    >the two of them think hard
    >Fluffyshy’s obviously distressed, but Dash is trying to just sort out her thoughts
    >”Fluffyshy. Who was in the house today that wasn’t me?”
    >”Um…uh…”
    >you’ve seen this before, back when she “hurt the ball”
    >her fluffy mind is trying to dodge the question
    >”…Dasii and Fwuffysii…?”
    >you glare at her and grit your teeth
    >”I’m not in the mood for jokes right now! Who else was in the house?”
    >she shrinks a little bit, and tears have already started matting her fluff
    >as soon as you’re about to apologize, Dash pipes up
    >”Daii! Was Daii!”
    >Fluffyshy gasps and runs over to Dash
    >”Dasii, nuu! Daii say yuu be bad fwuffy! No wan Dasii sweep fuhevah!”
    >she’s starting to scare Dash, so you step in
    >”Who’s Day?”
    >she’s a bit more hesitant to answer now, but she does anyway
    >”Owd daddeh.”
    >”Wait, you mean Dave? The farm guy?”
    >she nods and Fluffyshy crys some more
    >”Daii say Dasii an’ Fwuffysii bad fwuffy foh tewwin’! Pwease no hewt! Wuv daddeh!”
    >fuck yeah, you know who it is
    >”Hey, it’s alright. I’d never hurt you. Either of you. You’re very good fluffies for telling me.”
    >they both smile up at you
    >”W-weawwy?”
    >”Yes, wea-I mean, really. You know what we’ll have tonight?”
    >they both begin to cheer in unison
    >”Sketties!”
    >damn right, they deserve it
    >you call the police, and Dave is arrested
    >the two fluffies are brought in to testify in court
    >it’s unnecessary, but just for shits and giggle you make them wear little ties
    >they plead their case, and Dave confesses to the theft, and also rats out his accomplice
    >you didn’t even know there was a second guy
    >either way, justice is served
    >fluffy ponies make the best security cameras
 
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    ABUSE ENDING
 
    >he scowls and crouches down next to you two
    >he starts speaking in a low, scary tone
    >”Look, I can’t have you tellin’ your daddy that I was here.”
    >you back away
    >”No teww daddeh.”
    >”I don’t believe you one bit.”
    >he picks you up by the scruff of your neck and you yelp
    >and that’s Dash’s cue
    >she runs over to him and starts biting at his legs
    >when that fails to do anything, she starts swatting at him with her forehooves
    >despite her best efforts, there’s nothing she could do to stop him
    >Dash couldn’t give the monsters the “biggest ouchies”
    >she didn’t even do anything to help
    >you feel a twinge in your heart, and you let loose a few tears
    >but you’ll get out of this
    >you struggle and flail, but it only succeeds in pulling your fluff
    >a little bit comes off, and you shriek in pain
    >Dave looks down at Dash and laughs
    >”You’re next. Better run while you can.”
    >Dash runs as fast as she can away
    >she didn’t even want to protect you
    >”How’s it feel? Knowing that your only friend doesn’t love you enough to save you?”
    >you cry, and this only makes him laugh harder
    >”And what about your daddy? He doesn’t love either of you. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be happening.”
    >you stop crying sad tears and start crying angry ones
    >”Nu! Daddeh wuv Fwuffysii an’ Dasii! Yuu juss meanie munsta! Yuu dummy!”
    >he smacks you across the face, making everything on the left side of your face go numb
    >you cry and struggle some more, but to no avail
    >you feel blood trickling down your neck, and your eye is beginning to swell shut
    >”Fucking bitch!”
    >he throws you as hard as he can, right into a wall
    >you can only take ragged breaths as you hear your bones crunching and fracturing inside you
    >you let out the loudest scream you’ve ever given
    >it feels like your bones are turning into tiny toothpicks, stabbing into your flesh
    >and then everything goes black
     
    >you are now Fluffy Dash
    >you begin to cry underneath the couch
    >you couldn’t save Fluffyshy
    >you couldn’t hurt Dave
    >and now he’s coming for you
    >”Come out, come out, wherever you are~”
    >his sing-songy voice makes you want to scream or cry, but you manage not too
    >you see him walk by
    >you hope he hasn’t noticed you
    >and, just like that, he flat on his stomach, grabbing at you
    >how could he have seen you?
    >you were so quiet
    >but he holds you in his iron grip, now
    >you close your eyes and wait for death
    >Dave gives you several, rapid jabs to the gut
    >the pain instinctively causes you to pee, poop, and vomit all over his hand
    >his face contorts into one of pure rage
    >”Dirty bitch!”
    >he shoves your face into the poop pile, hard
    >your nose slams into the hardwood floor, and everything goes blurry, then black
    >it smells bad
    >you vomit some more
    >all this does is force you to open your mouth and swallow some of the nasty mixture
    >right before you puke again, Dave heaves you up by your wings
    >you spew a tiny bit more and try to plead with him
    >”Daii! Nuu! Pwease nuu! Wuv wingies! No hewt Dasii! Dasii good fwuffy! Pwease no hewt!”
    >he chuckles and looks at you, coldly
    >”No, you’re a bad fluffy. The worst kind. Your daddy hates you even more than Fluffyshy. Christ, even Fluffyshy hated you!”
    >normally, you’d get angry
    >but Dave has broken you
    >you feel your heart sink and you cry, hard
    >what happens next is beyond your control
    >you’re a bad fluffy
    >you deserve to die
    >Dave breaks both of your wings in one fluid motion
    >”AiiiiIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
    >he sets you on top of the TV
    >”C’mon, little Dashie! Fly down! You can do it!”
    >you flap your wings
    >the pain comes in waves, coursing through your body
    >Dave raises his booted foot high
    >”Night, night, Dash.”
    >”Nuuu! Nu hewt no mo-“
    >is all you can say before you feel your skull being caved in
    >you wish it would just go faster, but time is moving in slow motion
    >you feel every last thing
    >why did nobody love you?
    >what happens now?
    >why did this have to happen?
    >daddy never loved you
    >daddy never loved you
    >daddy never
    >daddy
    >da
    >
     
    >you pull into your driveway a few hours later
    >the door’s open
    >oh no
    >you rush inside and head into the living room
    >the room’s been essentially stripped bare
    >the TV is gone, some old heirlooms
    >fucking Christ, they even took your mom’s urn
    >and then you see Dash and Fluffyshy
    >dead
    >Dash’s head is splattered all over the walls, and Fluffyshy is laying in a broken heap by the stairs
    >maybe you can still help her
    >you check for a pulse, breathing, anything
    >so such luck
    >you rush to the phone and dial 911
    >they come over fairly quickly, but they only care about the robbery
    >they throw the two corpses into your trashbin and leave
    >you need a stiff drink and some smokes
    >you don’t even drink or smoke in the first place
     
    >months later, you’re asked to testify against the culprit, a man named Anon Ymous
    >he’s Swedish or something
    >he begs and pleads, telling the judge that it wasn’t him
    >he’s sentenced anyway
    >of course, because of this, the real culprit is never found
    >you go home that night, step past the dried bloodstains that you never cleaned up, and sit back in your lumpy chair
    >why you?
    >you lean back and begin to chug vodka from the bottle
    >you inhale deeply, contemplating why this had to happen
    >you shouldn’t breathe while drinking
    >you cough up a storm, but it’s futile
    >after falling to the ground, you black out and die
    >fluffy pony owner drowns
 
GODDAMN THAT WAS LONG