//------------------------------// // A Fluffy Ending // Story: Fluffy Ponies // by Lavaman //------------------------------// The foals are now as old as Yam and Crest when you first got them. They are large enough to do things away from the 'protection' of their parents, and can eat solid food finally. Yam is even sadder now because she can't nurse her foals anymore, meaning she doesn't get to hug them twenty-four seven. You're quite happy, as well as your fluffy ponies. You decide that you should take them out to the park, as they've been very good lately. You even give the promise of homemade spaghetti. Thus, they are extremely giddy to the point where you believe they will all have heart attacks and fall over. You need to feed them more spaghetti, you don't want one of them to die. But little did you know, that would happen soon enough. You take them out to the park at about ten in the morning, as the temperature is pleasurable as well as the weather. You all hop in your car, whose back seat is filled with a grinning, giggling fluffy pony family. You chuckle at this, as their cuteness keeps rekindling your love for them. You finally arrive at the park, and open the back door to let the entire family out. They begin to waddle around the park's path with you, occasionally stopping to be in awe at the water fountain, in which you have to keep reminding them to come on. After about fifteen minutes of solid walking, your fluffy ponies are exhausted and are complaining. "Daddeh, Wam's hoofsies huwt! Pwease stawp wawk! Wan west!" You comply, and find the nearest bench to rest your derriere upon. They two parents rest at your feet, tucking their legs underneath their fluffy bodies. The four foals are clambering up on the parents, which is easy since their much taller and bigger, and are taking naps in their warm fluff. By now, you take a guess and say that it's about ten forty-five, and the sun is shining, warming you and the fluffies. It is quite pleasant, and the sounds of your snoring fluffies helps you to fall asleep even quicker. --- "HEWP! DADDEH! MUNSTA HAFF FWUFFY! HEWP! PWEASE! HUUUUUU! HUUUUUUUUUUU!" You awake to the sound of Yam yelling out for you. You look down by your feet, and the entire family's missing. You look up at the sun to take another guess at what time it is, and its already past twelve. You hop to your feet quickly, and follow the noise of your fluffy until it is muffled by some unknown object. Luckily, fluffy's voices are high-pitched enough, you can still hear her. "Yam! Crest! Coral! Rarifluff! Dammit! I thought I told them not to talk to strangers without me around!" You continue to call out their names, until you see some rustling behind a bush, and the muffled sounds of your fluffies are even louder as you near. Then your heart skips a beat. Blood. There's specks of blood on most of the leaves that are big enough to be noticed. The bush is hollow somehow, and is big enough for two grown men to stand in, so you dart through the leaves to find a terrible shock. In the bush is an fluffy abuser with your entire family. He has duct-taped all your fluffy's mouths, and done something extremely terrible. He's cut off each and every one of their legs and cauterized them. They's tears streaming down their face and making their fluff damp, and it doesn't look like they're going to be hanging in there for much longer. He's holding Yam in one of his hands, and he does something even more unforgivable. With a pocketknife he... he... stabs her. Repeatedly all over the body. "Ha ha! That's right, bitch! Die! That'll teach you to shit on the pathway!" he says, manically laughing. You don't say anything, except smash him in the back on his head with your elbow. This knocks him out, and he drops to the floor, dropping both the knife and your fluffy. You tear off all the duct tape, and hug them all. Yam is the first to speak. "Daddeh... *cough cough* Wam... wuv you." "I love you too Yam," you say, choking on your tears. "We aww wuv... you dadd *cough* eh. You gud daddeh." says Crest. You notice he has beaten up him as well, and even the foals, who aren't doing too well either. "Y... you fabuwous, dawwing. *cough*" says Rarifluff. You don't think any of them will make it, but you rush them to the vet. You bust down the doors, holding the entire fluffy family in your arms, who seem to be fading quickly. You run up to the receptionist, who has already noticed you and has alerted a nurse, who has gotten a stretcher. You lay all of your fluffies down, and the nurse rushes them off behind two doors. You chase after them, but a veterinarian stops you and says "Don't worry. They're in good hands. We'll do the best we can to make them better. But for now, I suggest going home and taking a shower and some clean clothes." You nod your head and walk back, tears flowing down your cheeks. --- You go back to the vet the following day, and meet with the veterinarians who operated on each and every one of your fluffies. They look very grim, and the ones with glasses take them off. That's never a good sign in the world of medicine. "Sir, all your fluffies suffered major stab wounds to their lungs, and five of them were stabbed in the heart. It's a miracle that they were able to survive the trip to here, but it is proven that the more love a fluffy gets, the stronger its heart. I know that sounds dumb, but its science. Some al-" You cut him off. "I don't care what happened to my pets physically, are they still alive?" you ask impatiently. The vet who's speaking look hesitant, and is silent for what seems like forever. Another vet finally breaks the silence. "Sir... no. None of them did. They all passed away; there was not a single vet on this planet who could have done something to save them. We're all very sorry for your loss." They all pat you on the back or tell you "I'm sorry for your losses." as they leave to get back to their work. You sob at first, then cry violently, soon getting angry. It's not fair. If it wasn't for that abusefag, you would've enjoyed your life with your fluffies forever. There's nothing else you can do, so you hop in your car and head home. As you're walking up the steps to your porch, you hear babbling from a nearby bush. You investigate, and find a pink-coated, purple-maned earth fluffy, only about one month old. It's missing a leg, too, but it doesn't look like it was butchered, it looks like it was born with it. You swear you've seen it somewhere before. It notices you and speaks. "Pwease mistah. Fwuity so hungy! Mummah tak fowevah sweepies, an aww de ovah fwuffies weave! Now Fwuity nu haff home." It sobs to itself quietly, laying in the dirt. Then you remember where you've seen this fluffy before. It's the runt you gave to the crazy old fluffy lady down the street. You remember seeing her obituary in the news about a week ago, and it saying that she had all the materials for fluffy pony care, but there were no fluffies. Also, the front door was open. You pick it up and dust off some dirt from its fluff. "Let's go get you some spaghetti." You say, remembering Yam and her lovely family.