This one is just mean spirited 
“Daddeh. Cashew nu wan do dis. Huuu…nuuu….” The pint-sized tan & white stallion told his owner as they were about to begin filming a new FluffTV commercial. Daddeh had been excited about it. He got FIFTY monies from it and his fluffy got to be on television. You would think a fluffy would be incredibly excited for the opportunity. This was not one.
This was a PSA for Enfie Babbehs. Cashew had been told what to do and say, and he wasn’t at all comfortable for it. He was incredibly small but he wasn’t even a foal! AND he wasn’t an enfie babbeh!
“Daddeh! Fwends am see ‘n caww Cashew enfie babbeh! Nu wan! Nu wan!” He begged and pleaded, pulling at his owner a bit and crying. His owner, a young man named Ben. Ben looked down to the blubbering fluffy.
“Cashew if you don’t go out there and do as you’re told, I’m putting you and your balls in two different sorry-boxes.” He glared down to him. Cashew gave a small ‘eep’ and looked down to the floor. This was the worst day ever. Eventually, an assistant would come over to gather the stallion and bring him over to the set.
The set was made to look like a typical daycare with lots of toys meant for foals and colorful furniture sitting around. The other star of the commercial was a burly red unicorn with a blue mane and tail. Positioning Cashew so his bottom faced the camera, the assistant instructed him.
“Lift your tail and talk about how happy you are playing with toys.” Sniffling a bit, he did as she said. Lifting his tail so his speciaw-wumps and poopie place were directly displayed to the camera.
“Wub pwaying wif toysies…teehee…yay…” He said, before someone caught him with a sorry-stick to the legs.
“Happier!” The director said, and it was hard to try and be happy after being beaten but Cashew really had his back against the wall. “Wub toysies! Yay toysies! Wub fwends ‘n fun!”
Someone nudged the unicorn onto the scene, and he’d march over to deliver his lines. “Heh heh. Poopie pwace am ‘fo bestest enfies ‘an so am babbehs!” You could say he was a natural. After delivering his line, he jumped on top of Cashew a gave a few humps. The much smaller stallion squealed in fear.
“NU AM MAWE! NU AM MAWE! HEWP!” Which is exactly what the people recording this wanted. They broke it up before Cashew got his poopie place ransacked, the fluffy still quite traumatized by this experience. He ran over to daddeh and cried against his leg. Ben rolled his eyes.
“Stop being so dramatic, Cashew. Geeze. Come on, they got what they wanted. Let’s go home.” Scooping the fluffy up, he brought him home. For awhile he didn’t even want to do anything in his saferoom. Just curled up and worried about what others would think and the fact that he’d just been put through that. Though fluffies often lacked much in the way of object permanence and the PSA hadn’t come on FluffTV yet. Eventually it just slipped his mind and he’d forgotten all about it, leading back into his goofy normal life.
One day at daycare he was hanging out with all the other fluffies but especially sticky close to Ivy, a green and red mare whom he particularly fancied. They’d just gotten done with lunch and running around outside so they settled down to watch FluffTV and to take naps. This was around the time of the day that reruns of Cinnamummah were on so everyone was particularly wired still.
“Teehee…Cashew wub wayin’ wiff Ivy.” The stallion told his friend, stretching out and giving her cheek a lick. Before the cheerful music of Cinnamummah started up, there was a far more serious interruption. Cashew’s eyes caught the screen, had a horrible realization at once. He recognized that place. Well, that was his butt too.
‘This is Cashew. Right now he’s just a normal happy fluffy.’
He watched as he delivered the ‘happier’ line that was derived after being sorry-sticked.
‘He’s about to become a statistic’.
The entire daycare got a good look as Cashew had his poopie-place nearly assaulted. Even though it was on television and fluffies were particularly stupid, they could at least realize that Cashew and this one were the same. All eyes went over to him as his screaming on television reverberated in the room.
‘Have a talk with your foal if you notice signs such as rectal bleeding, bad poopies, depression, missing patches of fur. Let’s make enfie babbehs a thing of the past’. The commercial finished. There was silence for a moment before Cinnamummah started up. Cashew gave a small smile.
“W-Wook. Am bestest show…” He tried to convince everyone to look before the entire place became a madhouse of laughter.
“ENFIE BABBEH ENFIE BABBEH ENFIE BABBEH!” The entire place chanted. Ivy immediately knocked away from him, looking at the stallion as if he had just grown a second head. Cashew shook his head.
“Nu! Nu am enfie babbeh! NU! PWEASE! DAT AM TEEBEE! NU AM WEAL!” But nobody wanted to listen to him. The fluffy ran toward a corner of the little room, sinking down. Why did daddeh have to do this to him!?
“Huuu….nuuu….” He sobbed against the floor as the others teased him. The laughter eventually stopped though because hey, there was the equivalent of jangling keys on the television. Sniffling, he felt a little better. Maybe that would be it. It had to, right? Everyone would forget.
Well, no. When commercials came on, there was the PSA again. More laughter and this time a few of his peers came up to give him hoofies. It hurt so bad and made him scared! He was smaller than everyone and the fear caused him to make bad peepees and poopies on the floor, too in shock to even leave his corner. By the time daycare staff noticed the room was far rowdier than it was at TV time, one of the attendants came in to discover Cashew laying in his own bodily waste.
“BAD CASHEW! You are a BAD BOY!” She said, grabbing him and dragging him off to the sink to get cleaned off. The other fluffies were acting well behaved around her…for like two seconds. See, because he’d decided to go potty on the floor, they decided to stick him in a giant diaper as punishment.
“WOOK! STINKEH DIAPER ENFIE BABBEH!” One stallion cried out, pointing a hoof out. Cashew shook his head.
“Stahp! STAHP! Nuuhuuhuuhuu! PWEASE!” He curled up on the floor, rocking back and fourth. Tears wouldn’t stop flowing down his cheeks and he’d stuck a hoof in his mouth to suckle on for comfort.
This is how much of the day went. By the time Ben came to pick him up it was practically like his fluffy had regressed mentally several years. He’d been so emotionally traumatized that all he could do was chirp and peep for the time being, a defensive measure put it to try and make himself feel better maybe.
“Oh? You’re in a diaper, chirping and peeping now? I told you to stop being dramatic and now your balls really are coming off.” His owner said. The fluffy just suckled on his hoof faster, not having the fortitude to even argue anymore.
