Twilight Fluffy

Twilight Fluffy

>Be Anon. Fight for fluffy rights at the local level for them to be treated as pets not as property. Feel just and even buy a cute lil fluffball of your own. Your not just a talker... you are a man of your word.  Of course you buy a show pony, Twilight to be exact. You love that lil nerd. Now there are a few things you learn as you own a fluffy even if you read up on them in advance. That no matter how well you maintain a fluffy's fluff, it will never be good enough. The buzz sound of your razor will alert the fluffy into a state of panic and everything that goes along with that. Scissors are not an exact science and soon the fluffy learns to abhor any sink or even the entire bathroom. What I mean is they still get some on themselves when they go, so get used to daily baths or pet wipes to clean that area. That is not the only part that gets soiled. When they eat the get it all over their face fluff unless they eat only kibble, which isnt the best diet for them. Aside from this "hidden" drawback, they are great pets to have.
>Amazingly just like the show, Twi always wants to read your books. You do a lot of research for your upcoming thesis for your degree. Its a stupid amount of work and the slightest error, can mean lots of wasted time and money. Possibly even your life doomed to work at fluff-mart for minimum wage. However, after the first few times you found your books damaged (ripped or pooped on) you flipped out. You couldnt let her ruin your books, but you coulnt really deny her what she really wants in life. Its not her fault.
>Go to goodwill. Get some used books for her collection. Delicious success. No wonder your gonna get your masters degree. She loves playing with the new books, but you teach her that books are not toys, that they are to learn from. She tries to play big girl, but fluffies cant read so she just makes stuff up and acts smart. She learned this lesson well, as well as where else not to go. People complain they are not litterbox trainable, but after the first time she went on you, now she is trained to hold it till she can get to the "wittabocks!"
>Time goes by and owning a fluffy wears on you. There is no other pet out there with such high maintenance. Constant care and supervision, needy attention and incessant babble makes it hard to study, or even make sure she will be ok while your at class. The college has a fluffy day-care, but you dont trust them. Its run by students and funded by the college but the other fluffies there might hurt or rape yours. Nothing but horror stories of pregnant fluffies from there.
>More time goes by. Slowly everything in your apartment has become ruined. Your friends stop coming over. You cant take books out of the library anymore but you still have Twilight. She sometimes can warm your heart and make it all worth it.
>Bring time to the present. Now, I treat Twi with disdain, doing only what is absolutely necessary. Ive had Twilight for a full year now. Started as a tried and true hugboxer, now I throw some kibble down and wash her once a week. Twilight is still a pretty good fluffy, plays blocks and she still loves her books. All to often I find myself disciplining her for defecating on or near her books. Mind you these are the ones I gave her from goodwill, not my important research studies. Being a starving college student I cant afford to replace them every time she ruins one. Today I found her in a book-fort and asked wtf she was doing.
>Munsters cant get me nao!
The excited fluffball seamed proud of herself.
What did I tell you about the books Twi? They are not toys. Put them away and read them one at a time.
>But bookfowt keep meanie munsters away.
There are no monsters here Twi, put the books away, they are not toys. Anger creeping into your voice.
>You munster. GO `WAY!
>Ugh, this cant go on, its more trouble than its worth. I kick the fort over not realizing my mistake till it was to late.
>AHHH meanie munsta! Why you huwt Twi twi!
>Soon as the books fell on her, she emptied her bowels and bladder all over the books while trying to wobble away in terror. Seeing the mess, you realize one of the notebooks is your thesis. Ho...how did she get on top of the desk???? THATS MY ONLY COPY!!!!!
Come here you little runt! (Before she can waddle off you grab her by her fluff, not holding her body) Your going in the sorry place.
>Ahhh! munster hurt Twi twi's fluff! Owies!
>You put her in the closet in a slim box. She cant turn around or move, just stuck standing there as the box doesnt flex enough to let her lay down or move.
>Pleze sowwy daddeh. No owies ok? Wun do again prwomis!
>You close the door and hear muffled crys of terror as you walk away. You spend the next hour dwelling on the loss of your research material. Something inside you died. You've had enough. She needs to suffer and realize what she did. No more books for her either, not even the trash ones you got for her to ruin. You hit the net to see what you can do to give her the same amount of grief she has caused you. See lots of samefags writing about habanaro sauce and it seams to cause a great deal of pain but no permanent damage, seams like the perfect thing. You prepare spaghetti and add capsaicin to it. Add some to her water as well. Several drops. Your eyes water and burn just being in proximity to it. You go to the closet open the door and hear her excitement as you approach.
>Owie bwight! Yay daddeh come save Twi Twi! P`way?
>The stupid thing doesnt even remember an hour later that its in punishment. How did it remember anything else before? Doesnt matter. Notice shit in the box, add that to the list of things she wasnt supposed to do today. Bring her to the kitchen.
Time for a surprise spaghetti nummies Twi!
>She shits herself in excitement on the spot over the mere mention of the S word. She loves spaghetti and only gets it on rare occasions when she was super good, it has been a while since she had any. How do they have so much poop in them you wonder. Maybe they are just really really small, all the size is just poop inside them waiting to ruin your day... She begins to eat gobbling the spaghetti down as she is starving only to stop suddenly.
>Owies. Skettis give owies to Twi's mouth.
Dont say such a silly thing. The skettis LOVE you Twi, eat them faster to show how much you love the sketties Twi.
>Dumb thing eats faster and starts crying from the pain. Thats it Twi you think to yourself. Punishment for the ruined books incoming. She finishes and tries to speak but her mouth is too swollen. You pick her up gently and hug her. Petting her for about five minutes cooing at her to calm her down as she trembles from the pain. She is trying to mewl but nothing comes out. Like clockwork she is ready to poop after the five minutes is up.
>You take her over the sink and squeeze her. She explodes all over the place but you dont care, all that is on your mind now is revenge. Muted squeaks are all that come out. First from the pain of the squeeze, then the extreme pain of her bowels and urinary track burning like fire. Your eyes light up. You leave her in the sink in all her filth. She cant get out of the sink and you leave to go clean yourself up. You take a warm bath and go to sleep for the night. Maybe this time she will remember its punishment.
>When you wake up you hear noise in the kitchen. She is still in the sink mewling softly. She has no strength left and you see blood all over the counter and sink. She asks to no one in-particular why poopie place hurt, why stomach hurt, why sgetties hurt fluffy and why boo boo juice keep coming out. Repeating them to herself. She forgot her name in her delirium, along with everything else. You pick her up thinking about what you said last night and squeeze her again. As if by magic, fresh poop and blood pour out as well as a high pitched squeal from the fluffy. It goes limp. Damn you think...
>Should of been a samefag and used Habanero.

Reality sets in. In your madness from yesterday you realize she was more than a pest. She was YOUR pest. Your cute little Twi, who would sleep in your lap and mewl. She learned not to poop on you and never did after the first time. She learned her some of her lessons well. What went wrong? Now you will never hear her voice again, her mewls of excitement, or the warmth of her fluff.
>Why didnt you just buy a cat.