>Fluffy pony simply will not eat her fluffy kibble
>"dees nummies no tase wi' sketties. Can fwuffy pweeeese haf' sketties?"
>You wish you could make pasta for her, but you simply don't have any
>And the supermarket is closed because of the snowstorm!
>Wait..
>An idea!
>You've read a few articles on caring for fluffy ponies, and have learned that fluffy pony fluff actually contains a lot of protein
>A starving family in africa was found eating them or something
>You get a wonderful, awful idea
>Off to the kitchen, you grab hold of your old padded electric razor!
>Luckily for you, fluffy pony has bright yellow fluff
>You take fluffy pony to the kitchen sink, putting a pan underneath
>"Why pu' fwuffy in boww?"
"Relax, sweetie. This... this is gonna go by really fast, okay?"
>"Wat."
"daddy's gonna take off all your fluff- just for a little bit! Okay?"
>"Wha? Why daddy wan' fwuff? Fwuffy wuv fwuff, kee' fwuffy wawm!"
"It's only gonna be gone for a little while, okay?"
>"Nooo!"
"If you let me do this, you'll get spaghetties!"
>That changes her mind
 
>She sits still, waiting for it
>You plug in the razor and begin to cut all her fluff off
>She starts crying immediately, feeling colder than before instantly and robbed of her dignity
>You decide to skip her genital area, sparing her that indecency
>After a few minutes, fluffy pony sits upon a mound of her own fluff, crying and having forgotten why you took it off in the first place
>She desperately tries to scoop some up in her hooves, wimpering, "fwuffies com' bac'... *sob*, why fwuffies no stay? Fwuffy cowd..."
>You pick her up and remove the tray of her fluff
>Set her down on the counter, huddling into herself for warmth
>You turn around and empty the plate of flowing blonde lockes onto a plate and quickly blast some ketchup on top
>Finally, you add a little bit of grated cheese and some parsley for decoration
>After 50 seconds in the microwave, fluffy's dinner is ready
>You bring the plate back to your fluffy, who has now completely forgotten that it ever even had fluff
>in addition, her fluff is actually growing back already - she is covered in a fine layer of stubbs
>She's rubbing herself all over and squirming, giggling like she's ODing on E
>"Haha! Funny pokies! Fwuffy feew tickwy!"
 
"Hey fluffy! I've got a present for you!"
>You drop the plate of protein-rich fluffy pasta in front of her
>"Sketties!!!"
>She digs in
>You feel pretty proud of yourself
>Fluffy pony finishes her meal and you don't have to worry about feeding her anymore
>You and your pet watch some cartoons until 9, and fluffy's bedtime comes
>By then, fluffy pony's coat has almost entirely come back in
>As you tuck her in, she giggles and tells you that today was the "bess' day eva!"
>Fluffy ponies are pretty neat sometimes
 
ALT ENDING
 
>It's been a little bit since your not-so-fluffy pony enjoyed its hearty plate of fluffy spaghetti
>You're getting a little worried
>Fluffy ponies' fluff is still not growing back
>Looks like your hypothesis was wrong
>Fluffy pony is huddled in your lap, still cuddling itself and trying to warm itself up
>You feel VERY bad
>Plus you're scared for it
>You've read that fluffy ponys' skin can become intensely adhesive if their protective fluff is removed for long enough
>You think and think
>"Why cowd... daddy hug fwuffy? Ma' wawm?" it mewls, not remembering it was ever fluffy
>After a bit, you finally start to come to terms with the fact that you may have to actually... put your fluffy pony out of its misery soon...
>...
>Wait!
>Idea!
>You rush to the drawer where you keep your old cat stuff from when you had one
>You grab an old yellow ball of yarn
>You spend a few minutes unrolling the ball, chopping the thread up into small 1.3 inch strips
>After you think you have enough, fluffy pony's skin has already started secreting its natural glue and her hooves are now stuck to the coffee table
>"Why weggies stuck? Fwuffy scawed, daddy!" it sobs
 
"Don't worry, fluffy, daddy's gonna fix it."
>For the next hour, you sit down with rubber gloves, glueing individual threads of yarn to your fluffy pony
>After the most of her is done, you have to quickly rip her off of the coffee table, to her great detriment
>But you put her down on her back and start adding shorter threads to her leggies, which makes her laugh a lot and wiggle them
>Soon, her whole sticky body is once again warmed and protected from the hazards of the world by her new yarn coat
"So, uh... how do you like your new fluff?"
>"Fwuffy comfy!"
"Well, you better be, cause that stuff is never coming off."
>"Fwuffy ge' keep new fwuffies?"
>You nod yes
>Fluffy pony loves her new fluff
 
>Three weeks later, fluffy pony is murdered in the back yard by a stray cat.