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// Not Just a Pet 
// Story: The 550 Word Challenge of GWFan 
// by GWFan 
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Prompt: Angel Bunny Can Talk
Originally found in this collection here


Not Just a Pet
By: GWFan (The Softcore Brony)


Fluttershy hurriedly yanked the feedbag out of the pantry and dragged it across the floor to where all the bowls lay.  A mixture of sounds greeted her as she opened it and poured shares of it into individual food bowls.  Her animal friends immediately started chomping away.  Fluttershy was about to head out back to feed the rest of her animals when a knock came at the door.  Panicked at how little time she had, Fluttershy rushed to the door.
“Come on Fluttershy, what’s taking you so long?  We’re going to be late for the pet play date.”  Rainbow Dash tapped her hoof on the ground expectantly as her pet tortoise, Tank, slowly nodded his head in agreement.
“I know, I know, but I just need to feed the chickens, the cats, and the warthog and I’ll be done.  Just give me five minutes… if you don’t mind that is.”
“You always do this.  Don’t you think you have enough pets yet?”
“Oh, they’re not my pets.  They’re all my friends,” Fluttershy said as she flew out the door, dragging the feedbag behind her.
“Friends?  Really?  All of them?”  Rainbow looked around at the scads of mice, birds, raccoons, lizards, and various other animals that crowded Fluttershy’s cottage.  “What does she do, let them all mooch off of her?”  Shaking her head, Dash noted another animal that was standing directly in front of her.  Angel was nibbling away at a carrot, but at the same time, the tiny bunny was giving Rainbow a stink eye.  “What do you want?  Got a problem or something?”
Angel stopped nibbling on the carrot, chewed slowly and swallowed.  “Where do you get off saying that we mooch off of Fluttershy when you’re always bossing her around.”
“I do not… What the!”  Dash did a double take.  “Did you just talk?”
“Got a problem with that?”  
Dash’s jaw hit the ground.  “Since when could you talk?”
“Doesn’t matter.  But, let me just get one thing straight, we’ve got a nice setup here, so I don’t want to hear you giving Fluttershy any weird ideas.”
“What are you talking about?  What ideas?  And where do you get off telling me what to do?  You’re just Fluttershy’s pet.”
“What do you mean by that?  Are you calling me a pet?”
“Well-”
“Are you saying I’m a tail wagging, lick you in the face when you get home, pet, the likes of which you’re free to dress up in a frou-frou outfit so you can say how cute I am as you tote me around in your oversized designer purse, is that what you’re saying?”
“Well… not really…”
“I outta shove this carrot up your nose.  I am not a pet.  You got that?”
Dash gulped.  “Got it.”
“Okay, I’m ready to go,” Fluttershy said as she flew back in the room.  “There you are Angel.  Have you been a good bunny while mama was out?”  Angel nodded.  “That’s a good boy.  I’ll get another carrot for you to eat on the way.” 
As she went into the kitchen, Angel turned, pointed at his eyes and pointed at Dash.  Rainbow wiped sweat off her brow.  “Wow.  I sure am glad you don’t talk, Tank.  Uh… you don’t talk, right?”
Tank looked up at her slowly.  “Nnnope,” he replied.

The End