As time goes on and people adjust with the aftermath and recovery, some fluffies finally evolve what scientist wanted to see, some begin to actual learn stuff or knows what to do except their childlike language remains.
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I really love your post-apocalyptic scenarios. 
Evolved Pegasuses started to fly, i hope that they wont shit evrywhere like pidgeons do
Obviously they will shit on everything, there arent humans to stop them
I love this!
Humans are still there, the robot is the helper and with the mare assisting him with the groceries.
@Levy_ain_Thaun by this era they evolved to handle their shit finally.
cool. Saw Bastion’s story its sweet it evolve to be none violent one and kind to nature and its bird friend.
Wanted that lego ver but DAMN that price 
That bot was reused and act as the human owner’s helped he let the greenery stay as it got good aesthetic to it. And some birds love perching on it. 
Cool! I love the chirpy that’s actually flying.
try not to improve fluffies too much, there are great powers in this place that do not like fluffies to be improved too much, it takes away a lot of their essence. posdatta but very good drawing I hope soon there will be some boobies,for the fan service.
Oh no that just what they improved on themselves getting a lil more focus and common sense. And it gonna take longer years for them to evolved again if time permits it.
From this evolution they will realized they can’t actually fly but glide only. But thats another obstacle they gonna need to improved a lot 
Fluffies finally get the time and numbers to properly evolve, and all they manage is to suck just a little less.
it would be funny if these “flying fluffys” can only properly fly as foals, and lose the ability as they grow causing big distress in them
I actually think that’s a neat idea! @DreamThing
You are wise beyond your years Pinky.
In this artwork they could have and would realized they weren’t meant to fly but glide (discover by accident).
But pegasus fluffies are stubborn trying still to fly ended up breaking their own neck or glide into a giant exhaust fan or industrial chimney
In the bustling city of New Dawn, life was a blend of old and new. Humans and robots walked side by side, and amidst them waddled a unique species known as fluffies. These creatures, once created as mere children’s toys, had evolved under the guidance of brilliant scientists to become somewhat sentient beings. Their intelligence was budding, and they were starting to understand their roles in this new world, yet they retained their endearing childlike speech.
As the sun peaked through a distant window, casting a golden hue over the worn tiles of a storage facility, a scene unfolded that captured the essence of change in New Dawn. Yew, a robot specially designed for urban maintenance, trudged along the corridor of the facility, his steps echoing with metallic clinks. Beside him wobbled a green fluffy named Sprout, his eyes wide with wonder.
“Yew, got nummies! Daddah be happy,” Sprout chirped, a small bag strapped around his fluffy chest bulging with treats and supplies.
Yew glanced down, his camera lenses focusing with a soft whir. “Affirmative, Sprout. We shall deliver these supplies to Mr. Mowgan promptly. It is essential for the afternoon distribution.”
High above in the rafters, a little yellow fluffy nested in the hollow of an artificial tree. Unbothered by the industrial chaos below, it chirped merrily, watching the world with curious eyes.
“Peep! Peep!” it called, drawing the attention of a blue fluffy perched in a nearby alcove, who was less impressed with the day.
“Wat a bowering day dis bwight tym,” the blue fluffy muttered, squinting at the sunlight filtering through the grimy skylight.
Yew paused beside a panel cluttered with wires and flickering lights, kneeling down so that his face was level with Sprout. “Now, Sprout, remember what we discussed about the power couplings and their maintenance?”
Sprout nodded vigorously, his fluffy mane bouncing. “Uh-huh! Sprout 'member! No touchie hot zappy thingies. Wait for Yew fixie!”
“Correct,” Yew confirmed with a digital smile, his voice modulating to a warm tone. The robot returned to his task, deftly rearranging wires with precise movements.
As they continued their route through the facility, their path intersected with various other fluffies, each carrying out their tasks with a surprising level of competence. Some were sorting through recycling, others assisted in simple repairs under the watchful eyes of robot overseers, and a few were engaged in teaching younger fluffies basic tasks.
The city of New Dawn had not anticipated such rapid advancement in fluffy cognition, nor the deep bond that would form between these creatures and the robots assigned to their care. While fluffies still spoke in their simplistic, childlike manner, their ability to learn and adapt had become invaluable to the city’s operations.
As Yew and Sprout made their final delivery to Mr. Mowgan, an elderly man who managed the city’s central supply depot, they were met with a warm smile.
“Ah, Yew, always on time. And Sprout, my little helper, thank you,” Mr. Mowgan said, taking the bag from Sprout, who beamed with pride.
“Yew and Sprout did good, yus?” Sprout asked, looking up at both the robot and the man.
“Very good,” Mr. Mowgan assured, patting Sprout’s head gently. “You both are very good.”
As they left the depot, Yew looked down at Sprout, his programming processing the day’s events. “Sprout, every day you show improvement. This is what progress looks like.”
Sprout skipped alongside Yew, his heart full of joy. “Yew and Sprout make New Dawn pwetty!”
Indeed, in their own special way, they were not just maintaining the city, but nurturing its soul, blending the past with a hopeful future.
Nice short, love their interaction ^^
