[CHAPTER 1] Enough is Enough!
Your name is (whatever it is) and you have been lonely your whole life (except as a child) and you’ve always wanted some company, then you heard someone online mention something about a fluffy! you’re not to sure of it though cuz you’ve only ever seen ferals or posts of pictures online. But you have been wanting someone to interact with other than the television (who never responds) and so you finally start getting stuff for a saferoom. After finally getting everything done like a litterbox, ball, baby fence, etc for your soon to be fluffy, you go to a fluffstore! Instantly when you enter you hear a bunch fluffies saying such things as “nyu daddeh?” “pwease nyu daddeh!” and etc… Ignoring the fluffies you start looking for a fluffy you would like. After some looking you found that getting a baby would last longer, so you decide to get a sleeping blue foal for 3.00$. When the employee opened the door, he warned you that the foal has a thing called “smarty syndrome.” You not knowing it just ignores what he said and buys it anyways.
[CHAPTER 2] First interaction.
After you get the so-called “smarty” into his cage, you start driving home. (fluffy still sleeping) When you got home, you get “smarty” into his new safe room.
The next day…
Before getting your morning coffee, thanking the lords it’s the weekend, you check on your fluffy and instead of getting greeted with a “hello!” Instead it’s with “Smawty wan sketties, NOW!” Confused, you enter the room and sit down in front of him, and then remembered, OH! You forgot to give him a name! So the first thing you said to your new fluffy was “well, hello! do you have a name?” And instead of hearing what you think you would hear, the fluffy just see him stomp his hoof on the ground, and then huffing. “Giv smawty Sketties! Smawty nu cawe wat ou say!” … Okay? So you go to your kitchen and lets just say… “make” spaghetti (you really just grabbed some from the fridge and warmed it up 30 seconds) while waiting, you thought of a name for him, Barry! (cuz he’s looks to be as small as a blueberry) When you returned to the room, placed the spaghetti down, and he looks at it, then you, then back at the spaghetti, and starts eating. “Can I at least get a thank you?” you ask, he ignores and continues eating “hmph, alright then, also since you won’t answer me about the name, i shall call you Barry. ‘cuz blue and berry’ bah- he’ll probably understand.” he stops eating, and looks at you, stomps his hoof and gets angy. “Smawty am Smawty! Not dummeh Bawwy! An ou wiww wisten to smawty ow get sowwy hoofsies!” … Sorry, what? “sorry hoofsies?” You search it up, and ignore whatever the hell he’s saying and… “so you’re going to “hurt” me if i don’t listen, WELL YOU LISTEN HERE BARRY, “smawty!” “yeah whatever” This is my house! and without me, you won’t get food, love, etc…”
he hesitates, then turns around, huffing and goes to play with the ball. You pick up the empty dish and put it in the dishwasher, turn it on, then go to turn on FluffTV™ and then start watching your tv, wondering if he should just refund him cuz of how demanding he is or because of his threats…
[CHAPTER 3] useless demands and some other bullshit.
After watching some movie, you hear some scratching sounds, and so you check up on Barry.
there’s shit everywhere but the litterbox and food&water bowls
your reaction
You look down and see barry demanding another fluffy & something about a herd… Annoyed you search up how to take care of a “smarty” and it says… throw it out.
Instead, you take him back to the fluffstore and DEMAND a refund, but turns out you ignored the “no refunds” sign and so you have to keep it. Since you have a big enough safe room, (and some extra cash) you decide to get another fluffy since Barry wanted one. But, when you gave him options he didn’t want JUST one, HE WANTED 6! Obviously you said no and told him to choose his favorite. He chose a younger brown foal (only in his seeing and talking phase) so you bought him for 30¢. And hoped he’d gotten what he wanted.
[CHAPTER 4] bad idea…
A few days pass, they were fine, smarty still demanding… But hey, he’s using the litterbox now! And instead of you naming the brown foal, you let Barry and he said “Bwowny!” You felt okay with it not knowing he meant it in a racial way. But on Monday when you had to go back to work…
“Ughhhhh, i HATE mondays…” you groan while getting out of bed, checking up on brownie and barry, they are still asleep, and so you do your usual and go to work…
[Later…] (Story switches to you being brownie)
You wake up, wondering where daddeh is, yawn… go to eat some food, the usual… and instead of smawty greeting you, instead, you can’t find him.
“Smawty? Hewwo? Wew am smawty at?”
No response
You search around, and nothing, you enter the “play castle” (just a plastic toy castle for foals to play in) and find nothing. When you are about to leave, something hits you, HARD. You scream in fear, accidentally shit a little (natural reaction i guess) and see smawty getting ready to charge again, you stumble to get back on your feet, and manage to get out of the way before smawty hit you again.
BAM! He hit the wall, but didn’t get injured. Annoyed, he huffed, and got ready again.
“Wai ou am huwt bwownie?! Bwownie am onwy wittwe babbeh!” You say, half sobbing.
“Ou am poopeh babbeh! Ou desewve to die!”
“But bwownie wuv ou! Smawty no am bad!”
He charges at you again, this time knowing you will try to dodge… you didnt, you just sat there waiting… and he missed. Then, since you are somewhat smarter than smarty, you drop down and play dead
“YES, AM GOTCHU”
he goes to inspect you
“Hmph, smawty am best, nu poopeh babbeh evew desewve wuv othew than smawty!”
He drags you to a spot near the castle and you don’t dare move.
“Hmph, dummeh daddeh wiww tink ou feww an foweba sweepies… Smawty am so smawt!”
He cackles while looking at your dead body
[LATEr] (back to you)
You get home, expecting them to be fine and all but after checking up on them you saw brownnie.
“BARRY?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”
half fake crying he says “bwownie feww and went foweva sweepies!!! huuhuuu….” (Lie)
You feel bad for the little foal, so you pick it up, and bring it to the dumpster, until, youfelt movement!
He’s alive!
“Huhuuuuu…. Smawty huwt bwownie, nu feew good…”
Jesus christ brownie! What happened!? And why did Barry lie?!
“Huhuu… Smawty say dat bwownie am poopie babbeh an dat bwownie desewve nu wuv…”
he covers his eyes and begins to cry
“Well, i’m sorry, i’ll try and teach this guy a lesson, i’ll see what i can do”
“otay :(“
(To be continued)
Well theres that,
Don’t really know what i’ll do for smarty but give me an idea for comments on what to do, abuse… torture… etc… hell, someone might want me to kill the brownie! (Not gonna happen)
Since i’m not a psychopath abuser, i can’t really think of ways to torture a fluffy but i’m all ears.