Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat in the Sorry Box

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>And right now you are being punished.
>You are inside a box that is tight on your body.
>You can’t really move and you are being force to watch out a clear window at other fluffies playing.
>They have blocks and balls, all sorts of toys and they are all happily playing.
>You try to scrap the window with your horn but it does no good.
>The woman is laughing and sitting in the middle of the frolicking fluffies.
>The man has taken a seat on the side of the room staring at you.
>”Yoo dum dum fwuffie. Make bad poopies and yell at mommeh.”
>A light blue unicorn fluffy with a red mane walks around the corner and looks at you.
>”Deadmeat nuu mean make bad poopies! Meanie munstas make Deadmeat doo bad poopies!”
>”But mommeh put dum dum fwuffy in witteh box?”
>”Wha witteh box?” You ask.
>”Dat poopie pwace.”
>You cock your head, you weren’t put in any poopie place, you were only placed in white gravel.
>”Fwuffy am Awexanda, Awexanda smawty in wast hewd.”
>The light blue fluffy looks over his shoulder at Princess Princess.
>”Awexanda become smwty hewe when stupi smawty go way.”
>He looks back at you, “Awexanda smawty soon, yoo be fwen wif Awexanda, yoo get wots sketties.”
>He leans up smiling at you.
>”Deadmeat nuu cawe bout sketties!” You snap at him.
>Alexander falls back in shock and several nearby fluffies gasp in horror.
>”Wha wong wif fwuffie…”, “Something wong wif fwuffie, nuu wike sketties…”
>The light blue fluffy composes himself and puffs his cheeks, “Awexanda be smawty!”
>He stomps, “Yoo join Awexanda or Awexanda tell efewy fwuffy yoo stinky bad fwuffy who smell of poopies!”
>You lock eyes with the self-described smarty, “Yoo try hewt Deadmeat…”
>You puff your cheeks and make sparklies, “Deadmeat gif biggest owchies!”
>The cute growl in your voice shakes the bravado of Alexander.
>He takes a step back but keeps his cheeks puffed.
>”Yoo nuu punish bad fwuffies!”
>Princess Princess is walking to your sorry box.
>Alexander stops puffing his cheeks and turns to her, “But bad fwuffy say bad tings to Awexanda!”
>”Den Pwincess Pwincess have mommeh gif bad fwuffy sowwy stick, yoo nuu smawty!”
>Alexander faces Princess Princess.
>”Nuu, yoo stupi smawty! Yoo nuu teww Awexanda wha do!”
>Princess Princess’s face contorts, “Yoo bad fwuffy! Yoo nuu talk bach to smawty!”
>”Pwincess Pwincess am smawty! Mommeh say so! Yoo talk back to smawty den yoo onwy get pway wif some toys today!”
>The light brown alicorn stomps as she decrees her judgment.
>Alexander’s bottom lip starts to quiver and rage takes him over, “NnnnNnnnn! Gahhhhnnnnn! Wahhhhhh!”
>He takes off running to the woman, “Mommeh! Mommeh! Meanie smawty mean to Awexanda mommeh!”
>He runs up and hides behind her leg bawling his eyes out, “Wawawahhhhhh! Huuuuhuuuu!”
>She picks him up, “Oh there there Alexander. Its ok, mommy loves you.”
>She cradles him in her chest with his head resting on her shoulder.
>He sniffles and coos contently at the woman’s comforting hug.
>Princess Princess turns to you, “Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>”Deadmeat nuu am bad fwuffy! Yoo meanie fwuffy!”
>Indignation crosses her face as she tries to pad through the glass to get at you.
>”Bad! Bad! Ba! BAD! Yoo baddest fwuffy!”
>You give her a raspberry.
>All she can muster is angry gibberish for a few moments.
>A small group of fluffies have gathered to watch the drama.
>When Princess Princess composes herself, she sits down in front of the glass huffing.
>”Yoo baddest fwuffy Pwincess Pwincess see!”
>She stares at you measuring you up.
>”Yoo get worstest punishment Pwincess Pwincess tink of!”
>She stares at you with cold eyes, “Yoo nuu pway wif any toys during wast of pway time!”
>All the listening fwuffies gasp in shock, “NUUUU!!!”
>”Smawty am mean smawty… fwuffy stay good wif smawty…”
>You give her another raspberry, “Go way!”
>She turns and walks away holding her nose up and flicking her tail at you.
>She pays no attention to Alexander watching her with a sneer as he coos in the human’s ear.
>You sit in the box forever watching the other fluffies  playing and giggling.
>Your legs start to ache.
>You watch two fluffies nose a ball back and forth.
>One fluffy runs by randomly bucking and laughing.
>You start to feel bad that you can’t join them.
>Your legs ach more and you try and shuffle.
>The box holds you fast.
>You see fluffies pushing large plastic cars.
>Others are playing with blocks.
>The ache in your legs gets worse.
>You try and sit down but your knees rub the sides of the box making it hard for you to get comfortable.
>You try to hit the top of the box with your horn.
>It shakes but remains shut.
>The ache in your legs starts to radiate into your body.
>You start shaking trying to break the box or at least get some room.
>You glance out and see fluffies chasing each other playing tag.
>”Wet Deadmeat out!” You shout in frustration.
>The other fluffies ignore you.
>”Yoo meanie fwuffies! Wet Deadmeat out!” You shake furiously trying to get the box to budge.
>It feels like something pops in your shoulder.
>Pain shoots down your left leg.
>”AHHHHHH!!! Owies!” Tears form in your eys as you try and block out the pain.
>The fluffies still ignore you.
>”Why yoo meanie to Deadmeat? Deadmeat gud fwuffy! Yoo make Deadmeat do bad poopies!”
>No one answers you.
>Finally the pain and frustration get to you.
>”Nnnnnnnnn! NNNNNN! WAHHHHH!!”
>”Why yoo mean to Deadmeat? Wahhhhahhhahhhhh! Huuu huuuuuu!”
>Tears flow down your face.
>You hate this sorry box and you can do nothing to escape it.
>The woman gets up and walks over to you.
>She leans down face to face with you, “Are you ready to come out?”
>You stick your tongue out at the mean two legged monster.
>Princess Princess starts to shake her hoof angrily at you and babbles angrily, “Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>The woman continues to smile, “All fluffies want love… Charles! He’s had enough! Take him out!”
>The man stands up and starts to walk over, “yes ma’am.”
>She walks back and sits down letting all the fluffies clamor over her.
>The top of the box opens up.
>You wiggle trying to jump out but your legs are stiff and don’t want to move.
>”You actually went the full hour… you really are a tough one… most new fluffies are bawling after five minutes.”
>You look up at the man, “Wet Deadmeat go munsta!”
>He seems to be biting his tongue, ”I have to, the mistress has ordered it.”
>He bends down and looks closely at you.
>”But we have to do something about that horn…”
>He walks away again, “YOO MEANIE! WET DEADMEAT GO!”
>The fluffies start to panic at your shout, the woman come over and starts to pat your head, “There there. It will be alright Sir William Reginald.”
>You can pull away from her touch.
>She tries to r each in to pull you out but can’t get a good grip.
>The man comes back, “It’s ok ma’am, just had to grab something.”
>”Easy there, I just had to get something to tide us over until we can get that horn cut off.”
>Cut off your what!?
>With that you try struggle even more, “Nuu hewt hown! Weave Deadmeat awone munsta! Gif biggest owchies!”
>The woman starts to berate the man, “DO NOT! I repeat! DO NOT upset the fluffies! You will be replaced faster than a dead beat asshole running out after the rubber ripped!”
>The man cringes, “Sorry ma’am….”
>He reaches down and grabs your horn.
>You are too weak and confined to resist.
>He pulls your horn up and places a cork on the end.
>”I don’t know how you got that thing attached to your head, but you aren’t going to be stabbing anything now.”
>You look to the end of your horn at the wine cork.
>Before you can question why he did it you are pulled from the box.
>”Play time is about over, enjoy yourself while you can.”
>You are placed on the floor.
>Your legs are stiff and your shoulder is sore.
>You sit down and stretch trying to get feeling back in your legs.
>You wipe tears from your face and look around.
>Then it hits you, you are not being held!
>You are not in a pen!
>Now is your chance you look around for an exit.
>You see a doorway and start to run for it.
>Something bounces in front of you and hits your chin making you stumble.
>You fall and roll a bit.
>Then you feel the legs of a fluffy around your neck.
>”Yay! Now new fwen  pway wif Pwincess Pwincess!”