Week 8 video footage
Second clip, Thursday, 3 pm. Glory, room D
Same style of bare furnished, easy clean safe room. The same short woman carries in what looks like a ivory fluffed, deep blue maned alicorn with cloven hooves and peacock tipped wings. Noticeable disappointment at the state of the room as soon as she leaves. “Bu’ whewe weal pwaywoom? Gwowy nu get nummies? Was nummies time fowevaws ago.” After a search of the room to see if his usual toys or food bowl were hiding, he gave up and started attempting to stack the soft blocks in earnest. Each try to stack a fourth block onto the first three ended in him knocking the whole stack over, usually with his wings. Each time he frowns, pauses to preen his wings back the way he wants them, and goes to grab different blocks for the next try.
He was thoroughly engrossed in this task by the time Shadow returned with a young pegasus fluffy, only looking up when the bright yellow, sky blue maned fluffy bit his handler’s wrist and was lightly tossed into the room. The pegasus seems even more put out at the room than Glory. “Skywew nu wike. Wan sketties an’ fwuff-teebee. Dummeh hooman wet Skywew out an’ gib…”
“Shado’ mummah nu wike yewwin’. Is wude. ‘Jus’ b’cuz ‘ou awe upse’, du nu mean ‘ou hab tu yeww.’ Ask nicewy an’ say pwease an’ mayb’.” Glory informed him, seeming highly offended. “Bu’ sketties awe a sometim’ speciew tweat, an’ if fwuffies keep ask’in da answew is nebaw. Dem awe da wules.” He carefully balanced more onto his hind legs, and delicately set the fourth block onto his tower. “Finawwy,” he cheered, shuffling back with his wings tucked tightly back. “Fouw bwock towa’s awe da funnest.” With a wide grin, he turned around, clearly preparing to mule kick the stacked blocks. “An’ dis funnest pawt ob aww-” Before he could do more than shift his weight, Skyler had contemptuously knocked all the blocks back over into a heap. “Bu… dat was Gwowy’s bwock towa’. Gwowy spent fowevas so Gwowy couwd buck the towa’ wike da appw’ poni’ on da wittw teebee.” There was equal parts disbelief and that offended look from earlier now as he turned back to face the pegasi, his wings ruffling in irritation.
“Skywaw nu cawe. Aww toysies aww Skywaw’s now, an’ dummeh fwuffy can- Munsta!” The more he spoke, the wider Glory’s wings flared, and the yellow pegasus realized the dummy he was roomed with was one of the horrible winged and pointy fluffies he had once heard of. “Dummeh munsta go way ow Skywaw gib sowwy poopies!” he immediately declared. “Skywaw is smawty an nu fwaid ob munsta!”
“Skywaw stiww yewwin’. Skywaw is meanie an’ wude. Sowwy poopies awe da’ wowstest poopies, an’ onwy da’ wowstest bad fwuffies…” Glory huffed, drawing himself up to his full height in a swell of indignation. One that turned into pure flabbergasted bewilderment when the promised spray of liquid shit hit him full on. “Skywaw jus’ poopied on Gwowy.” he slowly stated, as if still unable to believe it had just happened.
“Skywaw du wat wan, an’ Gwowy dummeh mummah gonna get sowwy poopies tu if-” the pegasus’s self important rant trailed off as Glory’s wings flared out to their full, shit matted width.
“Skywah mad’ Gwowy nu smeww pwetty.” Glory repeated, head lowering as he stared down the smaller fluffy. “Gwowy hat’ nu smeww pwetty.” Almost casually, he reached out a front hoof and swatted at Skylar’s muzzle. The yellow fluffy backed away, holding both hooves to his bleeding nose in shock.
“Dummeh Gwowy huwt Skywah?” he asked, as if that outcome had never occurred to him.
“Gwowy nun don’ huwtin’ Skywaw,” Glory snapped,rising up to slam both front hooves down on the pegasus’s head with a sickening crunch. “Gwowy gon huwt fwuffy wots. Fwuffy poopied on Gwowy!” It took several more stomps for Glory to even notice the mangled pulp that used to be the fluffie’s head. “Fwuffy hab bigges’ owwies awweady? Gwowy gib hawdew den dat tu Fo’fia ebewy pwaytime. Nu faiw. Gwowy nu don. Skywaw wudeset fwuffie ebew.” As if hoping for a spark of life, he sniffed at the corpse, a different expression crossing his face. “Fwuffy smeww wike… nummies?”
Tentatively, but with more confidence every bite, he gnawed at the front of the corpse. By the time he reached the belly, he was practically enthusiastic. Until he hit the lower intestines with a highly annoyed “why bewwy skettis tas’ wike poopies? Nu tas’ pwetty.” With a huff, he abandoned the shit stained lower half of the fluffy, the last of the entrails still spilling out of its abdomen, in favor of desperately rolling in his dust bowl. He wasn’t back to his usual off-white by the time Shadow collected him, but he seemed far less miserable.
Voice clip at end- “He did need an actual bath to get the last of the shit off him, but he’s also the one that enjoys baths and the endless blowdrying. I think he’ll be more careful about dodging or avoiding that trick in the future, however. He’s really offended it happened in the first place, and equally unhappy it meant half his dinner was inedible by his standards.”
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