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// A Fluffy Conference 
// Story: Fluffy Ponies 
// by Lavaman 
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	I usually wake up at five thirty in the morning, since I go to work at seven. Today, my schedule was different.

It was two forty-eight when I heard pounding on a door downstairs. "Crap." is all I say. I put on my white robe and head down to see what's the problem. It's coming from the Safe Room. Why must I live? I put down the safety door and open the door itself. The safety door prevents the fluffy from running out and killing itself. Anyway, there's Yam with big, sad eyes. "Wam wan nummies. Wam tummy make huwties." Facepalm. "Why did you wake me up so early in the morning? Couldn't you have waited?" She shakes her head no.

Now, I know I've said it before, but I want to make it clear. I hate fluffies and find them annoying. I hate My Little Pony. But I am not a sadistic moron who finds pleasure in murdering these innocent little creatures. It's cruel. You'd think the US government would make a law forbidding the abuse of fluffy ponies, since they are sentient creatures. But no. You can kill fluffies willy nilly and not get arrested. It's stupid, I know. But I don't exploit the fact this is legal.

Anyway, I pick up Yam, who tries to give me a hug, but I have her extended away from my body. I would just fill her bowl with spaghetti, but pasta isn't really breakfast. So, I just get some Cheerios and pour them in her bowl. "Eat up." I say, sliding the bowl to her. She sniffs the cereal and takes a bite. She keeps eating it with the occasional "Mmmm" and "Wuv Cheeweeos". Well, I'm up now. Crap. It's only three thirty. So, I just grab a cup of joe and sit on the couch to watch television. Yam finishes and waddles over to the couch.

She tries to jump up on the cushion, using her wings to give her lift, but to no avail. I just ignore her. "Wam wan to be wif daddeh on big sof fing." she says. Keep watching television. "Daddeh, Wam wans to be wif u." she says. Must watch television. Show about dolphins. "Daddeh! Wam wans to be wif u!" she says a bit louder this time. Must.... watch.... dolphins! This time, she starts to push on my legs and scream "DADDEH! WAM WANS TO BE WIF U!" I pick up the little whining thing and drop it on the sofa. Keep watching dolphins.

Soon, the time to go to work rolls around. TGIF. "Bye Yam." I say, about to head out the door. "Where daddeh go?" she asks. "I have to go to place that allows me and you to eat." I say rudely. "Can Wam com?"

So here I am, driving to work with Yam looking out the window. "Wam wuv caw! Wam see many fings!" She waves at fluffies as we drive by, her wings happily flapping all the way. Most work places don't allow fluffies as they can crap at the slightest noise. But, working in a fluffy food office, they allow them. Things poo all over my keyboard. It's annoying as.... wait for it... crap! Get it? Crap? Hahahaha! I'm here all night folks.

Right when I get to work, Hal, one of the interns, walks by and says "Meeting right now." with a bunch of papers in his hands. I walk to the board room with Yam extended away from my body. Jordan, the dumb arrogant coworker, says "Hey Aaron? Finally got yourself a fluffy? That's great! It probably can't talk like you!" he laughs at himself, and I mock him. Yeah, one time I went to a press conference and my note cards got all messed up. I couldn't find the proper card and just started mumbling about the new food. Jordan calls me "No-Talk Aaron". He isn't good with names.

At the meeting, I see my stupid brother, Ian. Yes, the one that got the mansion.
"Ah! Aaron! I see you got mom and dad's fluffy! She's so cute!"
He starts to make baby talk and tickles her. She laughs and says "Stop it, Eewan! Dat tickles!"
"Ah yes, only a month old, the little thing. Showed up on our parent's door step."
Now you know she isn't fully grown. They reach maturity around five months.

We start the meeting. Stuff is said about new products. I'm bored out of my mind. Yam is playing with the other coworkers' fluffies in the middle of the table. You know... they're kinda cute when they play. Wait, what am I thinking? I continue listening to my brother speak. "And so, if we decrease expenses, we will get more money." Everyone claps. Well duh. Anyone who knows that if you decrease expenses, revenue increases. But everyone thinks its a great idea. They pop champagne and have a party. I pick up Yam and its time to go home.

I put Yam in her play pen and work on my computer upstairs. When its bed time, I do what I did yesterday, making sure she was fed this time. Hopefully I won't be woken up.