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Hey everyone, thanks for the awesome feedback on chapter 1. Here’s chapter 2 
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David waved goodbye as Mike left, there was a certain glint in his eye that wasn’t there when he had first walked into Ruff Fluff Shelter. A few moments later Tina walked through the lobby as well, she had a pep in her step that almost looked like she was skipping. Tina was leaving a bit before her time was up, it was only 8:50. She still had 10 minutes that she was just giving up by walking out.
David typically had a cleaning lady, Cindy, but she had Tuesday through Thursday off. Friday through Monday were the only days David needed help cleaning, the rest of the week was slow enough for him to handle by himself, usually. David really didn’t mind cleaning up dead fluffies anymore, not like he used to. It used to be a pain in the ass, but now it was almost therapeutic in a way. Sometimes David even had a little bit of fun, pretending that he was a crime scene investigator looking over a violent murder only he could solve.
David grabbed the cleaning cart and decided he would get Mike’s room first. He had gone a little wild with the drill towards the end so he was fully expecting a bigger mess than the camera suggested. Tina more often than not just slapped the fluffies around and used psychological abuse, she rarely left a mess that would take longer than 5 minutes to clean.
The first thing David noticed when he entered the room was the red fluffy, Clifford. The dead fluffy was flopped lazily against the wall, a small puddle surrounding him and trailing towards the center of the room, a mixture of blood, shit, and piss. The blood was partially coagulated on the floor but not so much to be too difficult to push into the drain.
David flipped the second and third switch on the wall, the first two were for lights, the third one was a fan that sucked the air out of the room to help with the smell. The fan wasn’t the most powerful, but with the door to the room closed it could usually clear a clean room in about 10 minutes.
David reached into the cart and grabbed an orange medical waste bag, it was about twice the size of the fluffy which allowed for some expansion as the fluffy rotted away and the gasses built up. David used to buy baggies that fit the fluffy quite snugly, but after a month of having the bags pop open and all of the noxious gases getting out, he switched to bigger bags. He flipped the bag inside out and grabbed the fluffy, and like he was picking up dog shit he flipped the bag right side out. David pushed as much air out of the bag as he could and tied it with as tight of a knot as possible.
“Ah Damn, should’ve put that in there.” David noticed the red stallion’s leg laying on the table next to the dead purple stallion. “All I’ll just put it in the next bag.”
David threw the dead fluffy in the trash can on the front of the cart, it made a dull thud against the plastic as it met the bottom. When David stepped up to the purple stallion he actually felt impressed with Mike’s handiwork. David counted 27 screws worked into the stallion’s body, one was up the stallion’s ass, two were in its eyes. The other 24 were put in at strange angles, missing major organs beautifully. David was particularly impressed with how straight the screws in the bottom of the stallion’s feet were, Mike must do construction of some kind.
David repeated the process with the second bag, flipping it inside out, grabbing the fluffy, flipping it right side in. David also grabbed Clifford’s leg and tossed it in with the other fluffy whose name David couldn’t recall, he only remembered it started with a G.
David spent another 10 minutes in the room, he used the garden hose attachments that connected to the sink to spray off the table and floor, after he felt it was clean he grabbed the sponge mop and bleach, he poured some of the bleach on the floor and began wiping it around with the sponge mop. David did not mess around with the bacteria that thrived in the fluffy’sblood, he was equally afraid of spreading disease amongst his herds as he was amongst his guests.
David called the room clean when he did a quick inspection and found no more bodily fluids, no loose body parts, and no misplaced tools. David looked at his watch, it had only taken him 15 minutes to clean the room.
David pushed the cleaning cart out of the room and went to the next room, upon entering he found what he expected. All of the paddles and sorry sticks were already back in their cabinets and the fluffy mess was on the table in the center of the room.
“Pwease mistah, Dandewion wan’ die.” A voice called to him.
David’s eyes went wide as he looked at the fluffy in the center of the room, never before had Tina left a fluffy alive. David wandered over to it and confirmed what he found hard to believe. The earthie had left a bloody streak on the table from dragging itself closer to the edge of the table since Tina had left. David analysed the fluffy and saw that Tina had done her normal thing, smacked and beaten the fluffy until it was a lumpy mess of broken bones. Today though she had also pulled out a few of its teeth that were sitting in a neat pile near the center of the table. The fluffy’s mouth was dripping blood, the blood was matted into the fluff on it’s chest and belly.
“Huu… fwuffy hab biggest ouchies, wan’ gu fowevew sweepies.” It’s cry for mercy fell on deaf ears.
David wandered back to the cart and grabbed a bag, he grabbed the fluffy with it roughly and reveled in it’s squeals of pain as it was jostled around. David threw the teeth on top of it and sealed off the bag, it’d suffocate eventually. He threw the fluffy into the trash can and chuckled at its screech of pain.
David cleaned this room in less than 5 minutes, all he had to do was bag the fluffy and wipe up the table; apart from the blood streak there was some piss and shit from where it had had an accident during or after getting beat to hell.
David left the room and pushed the cart into the custodial closet. He snagged the three bags he had tossed into the can and carried them out of the janitor’s closet. He made sure to jostle Dandelion’s bag as he moved to add just some more displeasure to her already horrible day. Every time he jostled the bag the other two fluffy corpses would collide with the yellow fluffy.
The dumpster was behind the school, the easiest way to get there was through the lobby. When David stepped outside he instinctually looked to the playground behind the school. The playground was already fenced in when David purchased the building, but he made a small modification to the fence; a series of gates that only allowed fluffies to enter, not exit. David would bait the playground with fluffy pheromones and “sketties scent”, it would ensnare a couple of feral herds a month usually. But the playground was empty today. David threw the dead fluffies in the dumpster and walked back inside. David looked at his watch again, it was a little past 9, time for lights out.
David walked into his office and stepped over to the main computer, he brought the main microphone out and went over the intercom system, “It’s 9 o’clock which means it’s time for lights out, have a good night fluffs.”
David hated saying that last bit, they didn’t deserve a good night, but David found if he said that they would be more likely to fall asleep than if he had just said “go to sleep.”
David allowed for a brief moment before he got up and walked over to the main breaker box of the building which was just off of the office. He flipped 22 switches into the off position, 11 of them were to the fluffy rooms, 9 of them were abuse rooms, and the last two controlled the lights in the hallways of the building. Flipping off these switches would turn off nearly all the lights inside of each safe room. The only light that remained was the emergency lights in the center of the safe rooms that David used as a nightlight for the fluffies. Soon all of the fluffies would settle into their fluff pile in the center of the room in the safety of the only light in their respective rooms.
The last thing David had to do was check on Carolyn, the on site fluffy vet. David had searched for several months to find Carolyn, she was one of the few Fluffy vets that would willingly pillow fluffies. Carolyn, as the fluffy vet, oversaw the care of the maternity ward, the nursery, fluffy drop off and admittance, and general fluffy healthcare. All she asked in return was weekends off and a schedule of 11am to 9pm with an hour lunch.
“Hey Carolyn, where are you?” David called as he entered the nursery. The nursery was originally the school library located at the end of the East wing. The main bulk of the library was converted into space where foals grew into adults. They were seperated into pens based on their age group; Newborns, foals, adolescents. Once their teeth were fully in, at about 3 weeks of age, they would be moved into the safe rooms with the adults, they technically wouldn’t be considered adults until they were 4 weeks old, but the 3 week old fluffies could get a little frisky with their cohabitors, they were less likely to bully and ‘enf’ one another if they were with adult fluffies.
“The procedure room!” The procedure room was the first door on the North side of the room. There were a few more rooms off of the north wall that were formerly therapist offices for the kids, now they contained pregnant mares and a few fluffy families for the abusers that liked to separate foals from their parents.
“Just put all the adults to bed, and the abuse rooms are clean so we’re good to go.” David yawned.
“Great.” Carolyn was tidying up the surgical table in the center of the room. “I did have to talk to you about Milkbag #24 though.”
“Did she kill another foal?” David groaned, that damned mare was always a problem.
“No.” Carolyn sighed, “she killed herself.”
“How did she manage that?” David was utterly confused. The milk bags were strapped to the wall of the playpens in a sitting position with a tube shoved up their rectums and urethras and a tube down their throat.
“My best guess is she wiggled free of the tubes and accidentally strangled herself on the securing strap.” Carolyn shrugged.
“Well that’s a first.” David chuckled, picturing the mare in such a position. David had to give her several corrections while she was a milkbag. David allowed new milk bags to keep their eyes and front legs. The front legs allowed them to touch the foals that nursed on them which usually allowed them some comfort, he also allowed them to keep their eyes for a bit of a morale booster, but the milk bags were otherwise restrained. The first correction was because she removed her feeding tube and gave “sorry hoofsies” to a brown foal until it died, David punished her by removing her front legs leaving her a true pillow. The second punishment was because she managed to wiggle free of the feeding tube and started screaming bloody murder; “MUNSTAHS TOOK CWOUD’S WEGGIES! CWOWD AM NU WEGGIE MUNSTAH!”, for this David took both of her eyes out. The third correction was because she would struggle against the Velcro restraints every time a foal would latch on. David took her ears off and filled the ear canals with caulk which made her effectively deaf.
“Yeah.” Carolyn scratched the back of her hand awkwardly. “I did replace her though, that’s what I was cleaning up just now.”
“Where’d you take the mare from? Gen pop or the family rooms?”
“Just gen pop.” Carolyn walked over to her office which was between the nursery and the procedure room. “I found a mare that looked like she had at least two litters before. I milkbagged her and gave her lactation drugs. She’ll probably be producing by tomorrow morning.”
“Okay well if there’s anythin-.” David was interrupted by a single toned ding inside of Carolyn’s office.
“God damnit.” Carolyn groaned. “Another fucking late night drop off.
“It can wait until tomorrow.” David reassured her.
Carolyn pushed around some papers on her desk before nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s not like it’s gonna go anywhere.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Carolyn packed up a few things into her purse and stood up, following David into the nursery. On the south wall there were two doors that led to more rooms. The door on the left led to a small room, only 5’x8’ that had a chute people could use to drop off unwanted or feral fluffies, the other room was 8’x12’ and had cages stacked very tall full of the worst kind of fluffy; the smarties.
Carolyn looked at that room and shuddered, she hated that room, the smarty’s didn’t require play space like the other fluffy’s did, they only needed a litter box so they could refuse to use it, and some food and water.
David and Carolyn left through the main doors of the building, David made sure to lock the door behind him and give the handles a couple of good tugs, he had a few break ins over the years from fluffy mills looking to steal alicorns, animal rights groups trying to free the fluffies only for them to be too scared to leave the rooms, to abusers looking for a free score.
“Have a good night.” David waved to Carolyn as she got into her car.
“G’night!” She responded as David got in his.
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Sparkle sat in her sorry box crying into her front hooves, there was such anger emanating from her momma that she couldn’t even summon the courage to ask her momma for forgiveness again.
“You stupid, ignorant, slut!” She had yelled at Sparkle with such velocity it hit Sparkle like acid, and Sparkle reacted as such.
“Pwease mummah! Pwease nu be angwy, Spawkwe jus’ wan be wike you, wan’ be mummah tu!” Sparkle beamed at the end of her sentence. “Spawkwe am soon mummah, gonn’ hab wots of babbehs!”
“I told you no!” Her momma had grabbed a wooden sorry stick and began to smack her in the backside with it.
“HUU! NU SOWWY STICKIES! SOWWY STICK BA’ FOW TUMMEH BABBEHS!
“I.”
Smack.
“Don’t.”
Thwack.
“Care!”
Smack.
Sparkle received more smacks from the sorry stick in the last 3 minutes than she had had in her entire life prior to that moment. Momma just couldn’t understand how important it was for Sparkle to be a momma just like momma.
Sparkle was very careful not to ask too often, she only asked once every day, usually around bedtime. But every time Sparkle asked momma, she wouldn’t receive an answer or she would be told “I’ll have to think about it.”
That was until two nights ago when momma had accidentally left the door open when she took out the trash. Sparkle decided at that moment that if momma wouldn’t decide for Sparkle, Sparkle would decide for herself. Sparkle ran out the door as fast as her legs could carry her, she made a beeline for the bushes that lined the far side of the backyard, out of breath she stopped for a break in the shrubbery.
From her spot she could see momma return inside and when she closed the door behind her, Sparkle snickered, momma had no idea. Sparkle watched through the door as momma walked around the house looking for her. Everytime momma walked past a window or near the door, Sparkle couldn’t help but laugh at her silly momma.
“Sparkle!?” Her momma called out into the back yard. “Sparkle! Get back in the house right now and you won’t get put in the sorry box.”
Sparkle did not want to end up in the sorry box, but Sparkle wanted to be a momma more than that. Sparkle, quietly as she could, turned around in the bushes and began to work her way deeper into the foliage. Eventually she made her way to the back where it opened up to an alleyway. Sparkle decided to run left.
Sparkle ran for a forever before she got tired and decided to take another break, she walked over to where a couple of old tires were resting against a wooden fence. Sparkle looked inside the tire and saw it had some water inside, just what she needed!
“Bad wawas!” Sparkle sputtered the fluid out of her mouth. The water tasted stale and full of rubber.
“Ou’ say dat?” A voice asked in the alley.
“Spawkwe say dat.” Sparkle said innocently, she looked around momentarily before she noticed another fluffy, the blue fluffy was standing across the alley next to a hole in the fence.
“Wha’ Spawkwe am doin’ dwinkin fwom Taffy’s wawas.”
“Spawkwe am firsty. Dwink wawas bu’ wawas am bad wawas.”
“Wawa’s no am bad, wawa’s am Taffy’s wawas.”
Sparkle stepped around the tire to get a better look at the fluffy, her tail began to wag, “am Taffy a Stawwion?
“Yush.”
Sparkle smiled wide at the sky and jumped for joy, her hunt for a stallion was very short lived, and she had found a handsome stallion without any effort! “Taffy can be Spawkwe’s Speciaw Fwiend!”
Taffy looked the mare over for a moment, she was very plump and clean, he figured she was a recent runaway. Taffy was a runaway too, but he had been on the streets for many forevers. The mare was okay looking to him, “o’tay.”
“Yay! Spawkwe hab a speciaw fwiend! Spawkwe hab a speciaw fwiend! Taffy gonn’ gib Spawkwe tummeh babbehs!” Sparkle began to sing as she jumped up and down.
“Hey!” A deep voice called out from somewhere unseen. “You fluffy’s better shut the fuck up you stupid fucks!”
Both Sparkle and Taffy cringed at the dropping of the F-Bomb.
“Spawkwe fowwow Taffy back tu safe pwace. Dawk time coming soon.” The stallion turned around and headed through the hole in the fence, the stallion slipped through the gap with ease.
Sparkle was right behind him, but when she got to the hole she found it hard to squeeze through the gap. Her plump belly was too big to fit. Sparkle rocked herself through the fence little by little until she was finally able to slip through the hole after some fannageling.
Sparkle and Taffy didn’t walk very far, only across a single overgrown lawn once they got through the fence. Taffy led Sparkle inside of an overturned trash can. The lid of the trash can was partially closed so it offered some particularly good shelter for the two fluffy’s. Taffy was proud to have found this shelter, it was warm and dry, and all of the newspapers made for a soft bedding for him. He always made sure to make poopies and peepees outside, remembering that when he didn’t he’d have a mess on his bed.
Sparkle was less than enthused about the accommodations. Her safe room had lots of toys; she had 3 balls, too many blocks to count, and so many plushies to hug. Her safe room was warm, bright, and colorful, this safe place was cold, dark, and dingy. It also did not have FluffTV, what was she supposed to do when she was pregnant?
“Can taffy gib speciaw huggies tu Spawkwe naow?” The mare asked impatiently.
“Yesh.” The stallion agreed.
Sparkle turned around to properly display her special place to the stallion, she even moved her own beautiful purple tail for him.
“Spawkwe hab good smewws.” The stallion said as he sniffed the mare’s special place, the pheromones given off by the mare made his no-no stick very hard. The stallion mounted Sparkle and much to her dismay the stallion began to buck into her. “Enf. Enf. Enf.”
Each thrust of the no-no stick made the mare cringe. It was her understanding that special huggies would involve more hugging and less pain in her special place. The mare very quietly whispered into the floor of the shelter “no wike speciaw huggies."
“Enf. Enf. Enf.” The stallion ignored whatever the mare had said, he was preoccupied. “Enf. Enf. Enf.”
Sparkle allowed the special huggies to continue, she was promised babies in the end after all. Sparkle figured this was probably her punishment for sneaking out of the house against her momma’s wishes, maybe momma wouldn’t even punish her because she was already being punished right now… momma might even be happy that Sparkle was coming home, already punished, and with babies… babies made everything better after all!
“Enf. Enf. Enf.” The stallion bit his lip as he gave one last hard thrust into the mare. “GUD FEEWS!”
The stallion pulled himself out of the mare and collapsed onto his side, he had really tired himself out from the special huggies.
“Tank ou fow speciaw huggies, Speciaw fwiend." The mare said almost mechanically. The warm feeling inside of her meant that she was now a soon mummah. She began to waddle out of the shelter.
“Wait, whewe am Spawkwe going?”
“Spawkwe am soon mummah, need tu get home tu big mummah." The mare made it outside, but it was dark out. “Scawy dawkies…”
The mare looked up at the dark sky and cowered backwards back into the stallion’s shelter, even though it was even darker in there, at least she wasn’t alone.
“Spawkwe am stay hewe untiw bwight time.”
“Why speciaw fwiend nu wan’ stay fowebah?” The stallion said, sniffling.
Sparkle walked past him and went to the far back of the nest, she wanted to put as much space between her and the entrance to the shelter as possible. The mare curled up by herself. “Spawkwe nee nummies and need nummy wawas.”
“Taffy gib yu nummies and wawa.”
“Nu wan’ icky bad wawas. Spawkwe want gud wawas and huggies fwom mummah.”
Taffy stared in the general direction of Sparkle, he couldn’t see her as the darkness had finally set in and the shelter was cast into deep dark blackness. “Heawt huwties… huu… huu… huu.”
The next morning Sparkle woke up before Taffy, she looked around the shelter for a litter box, but she didn’t see one anywhere. Sparkle figured that Taffy must go poopoo and peepee in the corner. Sparkle squatted in the corner and made what she believed to be good poopies and peepees. Spawkwe was to busy sneaking past Taffy to notice that her urine and liquidy shit had mixed together and were now running down towards the Entrance of the shelter, the path of shit and piss was blocked by Taffy who acted as a dam to block the stream. Sparkle felt slightly guilty to leave Taffy the way she was, the fluff on his face was matted down from tears, but Sparkle had to look out for herself and her tummy babbehs.
When Sparkle made it outside of the shelter she did pause for a moment wondering if maybe she could bring her special friend back to momma…
“Nu. Mummah no wike stawwions.” She trotted off to the hole in the fence and once again began to force herself through the gap in the fence. She found the struggle to be a little bit harder than it was last night, she really had to work for it to get through the hole.
Eventually she did make it out of the hole, but when she did she couldn’t recall the direction from which she came, she looked up and down the alley but didn’t remember which way she came from. She closed her eyes and pointed back and forth with her hoof, “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a fwuffy beh da toe… if he howwews, wet him gu, eeny, meeny, miny, moe."
Sparkle was glad momma had taught her that, it always came in handy for when she had to choose something because the rhyme was always correct.
Sparkle proudly began walking down the alley. A few times something gave her a fright. One time a dog ran up to the fence and began barking furiously at the fluffy. Sparkle released a torrent of shit behind her as the dog ran into the fence. “NUUU! BAWKIE MUNSTAH WEABE SOON MUMMAH AWONE!”
The mare was surprised when it worked, the dog hadn’t stopped barking but it was no longer coming after her. The mare wandered all around the alley until she found a big road which meant she had gone the wrong way!
“Dummeh whyme was wong!” The mare stomped her hoof and turned around, it was already midday.
The mare once again shit herself when the dog came running at her, this time the jet of shit just so happened to be angled at the dog and when it hit the dog it whimpered and ran away. “Spawkwe nu mean gib sowwy poopies, toes am scardy poopies.”
The mare wandered into more familiar territory when she found the tires that were full of bad wawa. When she looked at the tire her stomach growled with hunger, it had been quite a long time since she had eaten anything. The mare looked at the hole in the fence and decided to test her luck, Taffy did say he would get her nummies after all.
“Hewwo? Taffy?" The mare called out before attempting to squeeze through the hole. She didn’t get a response so she figured he couldn’t hear her from across the yard and behind the fence. Sparkle began to wiggle her way though the gap for the third time, was just as hard earlier this morning as it was now. When she finally squeezed through she called out again “Taffy? Spawkwe am hewe and nee’ nummies fow tummeh babbehs.”
Taffy came from out of his dwelling when he finally heard the mare call out for him. Taffy was as mad as a fluffy could be at another fluffy. Sparkle had the audacity to come back looking for nummies after she had given him sorry poopies?
“DUMMEH MAWE! TAFFY GIB ‘OU SOWWY HOOFIES!” The stallion charged at the mare as fast as his stubby legs could take him.
“EEP!” Sparkle yelled. She turned tail and ran back to the hole but found she had lodged herself into the gap once again. She began to push herself through the hole when she began to feel strikes against her backside “OWWIES! NU GIB SPAWKWE POOPEH PWACE HUWTIES!”
“DIS AM FOW SOWWY POOPIES! AN’ DIS IS FOW BEING DUMMEH! AND THIS IS FOW WEAVING TAFFY!” Taffy began laying out all of his frustrations to the mare, with each statement he brought his soft hoof down on the mare’s rear.
Eventually the mare freed herself and began running the opposition direction she came, it was hard for her to see through the tears in her eyes. Taffy was chasing her down the alley, he could easily catch up to the chubby mare and everytime he did he would give her a smack with his hoof.
“There you are, you idiot.” A familiar voice said harshly.
Sparkle collapsed on the ground and looked up to see her momma looking down at her with her hands on her hips.
“DUMMEH SPAWKWE NEE’ MOWE SOWWY HOOFIES!” The stallion was panting, he fell behind when he tripped and fell earlier.
Sparkle saw her momma step between the two fluffs and when the stallion tried to move around her, Sparkle’s momma took her foot and pushed the stallion over onto his side. “Gone for less than 24 hours and you make trouble.”
Sparkle melted into her momma’s arms as she was picked up. She still let out a few huu huus as her poopie place was badly bruised from the pummeling she got from the stallion. Her momma began carrying her back to the house.
“Spawkwe am sowwy mummah! Spawkwe wiww nebah WUN ‘way again!”
“You’re damn right you won’t. You’re going into the sorry box.”
“NUUU! MUMMAH PWEASE NU SOWWY BOX!” The fluffy pleaded.
“You need to think about what you did!” Sparkle was lowered into her sorry box.
“NUU MUMMAH PWEASE! SPAWKWE NEE’ WUB AND NUMMIES.”
“You’re not getting lunch or dinner, you’ve been a very bad fluffy.”
“But Mummah! Huu… Spawkwe nee’ nummies fow babbehs!”
“For what?” Sparkle’s momma paused in place
“Huu… fow… babbehs…” Sparkle said uneasily.
“You stupid, ignorant, slut!”
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Sparkle sobbed in her sorry box, everytime momma drove over a bump the box would shake and Sparkle would panic lightly. She hated car rides so much. Just as Sparkle ran out of tears to cry the car stopped and the engine shut off.
“Mummah? Am Spawkwe at vet? She also hated the vet, possibly more than the scary car ride there.
“No.” Sparkle’s momma responded flatly.
“Huu… Whewe am Spawkwe?
“Your new home.”
“NUU! Nu wan new housie! Wan be wif mummah!”
Sparkle’s momma was silent as she removed her from the sorry box, instead of a warm embrace, Sparkle was held a short distance from her momma’s torso. Sparkle tried her best to give momma’s arm a good hug but nothing worked so she had to try a different tactic. “FWUFFY AM SOWWY! SPAWKWE JUS’ WAS’ BE MUMMAH WIKE ‘OU!”
“And now you’re lying.” A metal clang grabbed Sparkle’s attention, a big metal sorry box off of the wall had opened and she was being lowered into it.
“NUU MUMMAH! PWEASE NU MOWE SOWWY BOXIES!” The mare begged.
“Welcome to your new home shithead, I hope they give you and your babies forever sleepies.”
“NUUUUUUUU!!!” The mare called out as the sorry box closed and shifted, eventually the mare tipped over and fell down a ways before hitting a hard slanted surface and sliding into a stuffed pillow. The bright room was in heavy contrast to the dark skies outside. “PWEASE MUMMAH! HUU HUU HUU! PWEASE GIB SPAWKWE HUGGIES AND WUB!”
She tried desperately to climb up the slope but her leathery hooves had no traction.
“Shaddup.”
The mare was momentarily distracted from her struggle, noticing another fluffy. She took note of her surroundings. She was in a room with white walls and a grey floor, other than a litter box, the food and water bowls, and the green Pegasus it was empty.
“Huu huu. Can ‘ou help Spawkwe get up da swide? Spawkwe nee mummah!.”
“SHAMWOCK SAY SHADDUP!” The Pegasus turned around and faced the mare.
To Sparkle’s shock she saw a horn on that fluffy. That meant he had a horn and wings… “M-MUh-MUNSTAH!!”
Sparkle tried even harder to get up the slide, every couple of steps up the slide she would fall down and tumble.
The green alicorn sighed and went back to facing the corner of the room. He knew where he was, he had accepted it.
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