One Step Back, Two Steps Back 2

> "Nope, not so easy little guy. We've got a whole lot more fun ahead"
> A taser while excellent for resetting fluffies and disabling fuzzy control chips is also effective at resuscitation
> After a long zap and a great deal of spasms the colt begins breathing again
> Totally unconscious
> Pity, it would be fun watching how he struggles to walk with no control or muscle
> Only his bones and stitches support the legs
> A quick swab of disinfectant and final check shows the bleeding has stopped
> Remarkable really
> They're so easily broken by all but are surprisingly durable at times
> Over the next week the colt clings to life
> His whole world is pain and he mewls, screams, and begs for death and daddy to help him
> Seems he forgot how his legs were hurt or that he had a mother
> He only knows that his legs hurt and daddy is here
> You feed him a liquid diet packed with vitamins
> He's well fed, cleaned delicately, and tenderly cared for
> Sickening but it will all be worth it
> And, watching his pain makes the care kinda ironic
> Remarkably the colt not only lives, his legs are moving again
> The stitches gone he is able to stand on his own weight
> But, he can't seem to move wincing in pain and unable to bend his knees
> After a few days the colt is able to move his legs and waddle but only barely
> Then you begin to have fun
> Over the week you've constantly been mentioning, describing, and eating spaghetti near the colt
> "Wittow gai wan sketti! Skettie suu yummie! Pwease daddeh! Wan skettie!"
> The psychological torture is light but still funny
> His desire for spaghetti is driving him to learn to walk again
> Then you enter his saferoom
> In hand is a piping hot plate of spaghetti with vegan sauce and an intoxicating aroma
> The fluffy cannot believe his eyes when you place it on the floor on the opposite side of the room
> "Come here little guy! This spaghetti is all for you!"
> He's speechless
> Then he explodes in joy
> Figuratively
> "YAAAY! SKETTIE! SKETTIE! WUV SKETTIE! FWUFFY WUN! WAN SKETTIE!"
> The colt standing in the middle of the room bolts towards the spaghetti
> At least, that was his plan
> His legs flipped around he instead runs full speed away from his prize
> "NYUUUUU! SKETTIE WUN WAY! NUU HUWT SKETTIE FWUFFY WUV SKETTI! NUUU!"
> He runs straight into the opposite wall and keeps backing up into it trying desperately to figure out why he can't get closer
> "WEGGIES HEWP! NEE GET SKETTIE! NUU WAN WUN DIS WAY GUU OFFA WAY!"
> He's beside himself and screams at his legs
> The little guy even bites his front left paw to teach it a lesson
> "YUU BAD WEGGIES! WITTOW GUY GIFF BIG OWIES TUU BAD WEGGIES! ... OOOOOWWWIEESSS! WEGGIES HUWTY WITTOW GUY! DADDEH! HEWP! PWEASE!"
> This goes on for around ten minutes
> In that time the fluffy runs his butt along the far wall from the spaghetti trying to go forward
> A brown streak now lines the base of the wall where the poop from his bottom has rubbed off
> "Little guy! You're in big trouble!"
> He stops mid run and cowers covering his butt with his back legs and raising his head high
> "Nuu weggies! Nuu hide poopie pwace! Hide fwuffy! Nuu sits! Pwease! Daddeh mad!"
> You stomp over as loudly as you can
> The fluffy pees a little
> "BAD FLUFFY YOU LEFT POOPIE STAINS ON THE WALL AND PEED ON THE FLOOR NO SPAGHETTI!"
> The colt’s dreams are shattered
> All the pain, the struggle, the build up and now he's not going to get the spaghetti
> Instead you pour it out in front of him into the garbage
> You smile as he begins screaming and crying
> His legs betrayed him, his whole life (that he can remember) for nothing and now he's going to get the sorry stick
> The sorry stick is a wood ruler with thin sewing needles through the end
> They barely poke through the wood, but are long enough to draw blood and leave a stinging wound
> "NUU! NUU SOWWY STICK! WEGGIES BAD! FWUFFY NUU BAD! HUWT WEGGIES NUU FWUFFY!"
> You oblige him after a few hard whacks
> Blood dripping from his puckering butthole
> Picking the fluffy up you place him on the heating element again
> Memories flood back and he screams as you draw near the red glowing electric element
> This time it's not on low it's on high
> Simply touching his hooves to the element for a second is all it takes
> The blistering of his sensitive feet and the subsequent scream knock him out
> Tomorrow you offer spaghetti again, but this time he wails as he walks on horribly blistered feet
> "AAAAAAH! EAAGH! WEGGIES HUWT! F-AAAAAAH! FWUFFY WA-AAAH! WAHN SKEEEETIEEEEESSSSS!"
> Miraculously the fluffy manages to not only walk but run for the plate fighting through the pain
> Only to walk into the wall again
> His tears are delicious
> Again, figuratively
> Too hurt to stand he falls to his side shitting on himself out of pain and screaming for relief and spaghetti to come closer
> Once again you punish him for "bad poopies"
> His butthole is now dotted with small wounds and his testicles are worse off
> One has deflated
> His backside is also infected as yesterdays wounds fester and are reopened releasing puss
> The colt screams throughout the night begging for death
> "Not yet, it's not so easy"
> The third instead of placing the plate out of reach give the fluffy the plate
> He cries tears of joy, and pain lots of pain, as he munches on the spaghetti
> The marinara however is not tomato based
> It's based off of capsicum and Tabasco
> The off orange marinara would raise flags for any normal person
> However an emotionally, physically, and mentally tortured fluffy
> Or any fluffy for that matter
> Would simply chow down
> The colt is too busy eating as fast as he can to notice his eyes are too full of tears to even see
> Then the screams resume