Wrap The Fluffy

>Fluffy pony made a mess the last time you left her at home while you were at work
>Poo everywhere in the house
>Despite the fact you tried to show her the proper way to do it, in a sandbox
>Of course she didn't learn
>You decide to give her only the necessary meal today
>She wouldn't need to poo for more than eight hours, considering the small amount of good given
>It's about time to go to work, there's a important meeting today with stakeholders
>Given the fact the next pet shop is miles away from your home and animal diapers can be pretty expensive
>You think of something rather unusual solution
>You call fluffy pony
>She asks "pway? pway?"
>You say "Yes, this play is called wrap the fluffy"
>She gets excited "pway! pway!"
>You plug her asshole with a little cork
>And wrap duct tape around her so she can't take it off
>You say "Oh that's it, you won the game!"
>She gets more excited "fwuffy won! fwuffy won!", she doens't mind the duct tape very much
>You tell her she can't eat during the day, it would spoil her appetite
>Fluffy pony says she wants to eat
>You're late for work, you yell at her "No eating until I return! Or else!"
>She cries sadly
>You grab your folder and go to work
>Forgot your backpack at the couch, and realize that just after you arrive at work
>You can't say to your boss you have to go back, it's an important meeting after all
>You think she won't be able to open it anyway
>Fluffy pony finds your backpack, one of its pockets it's half open
>She puts a lot of effort, but manages to open the pocket
>The pocket is filled with candy and energy bar sufficient for you during one whole day
>She gazes at all the candy in there, starts opening them with
>A baby dog would open the packs with far more efficiency than her
>She thrilly eats every single candy and energy bar within the pocket
>Her stomach is fairly full
>Fluffy pony waits until her stomach gets more space
>But she's on a sugar rush, wants more and won't stop looking
>There's another pocket half opened
>Fluffy pony finds a little white box with some terms she wouldn't dream understanding
>She again, puts a lot of effort to open the little box
>Fluffy pony gazes at the pill chart that comes out of it
>Eats all eight pills ferociously, she didn't know they were laxative pills
>Few moments after that, she needs to poo
>She gets in her usual fecal position, and starts forcing her buttock muscles but nothing happens
>She has a worry expression on her face
>Fluffy pony makes more and more effort, but that only aggravates her necessity to poo
>"Why no poopy? Why no poopy?" fluffy pony repeats incessantly
>She feels a keen pain in her bowels and start running desperately in circles
>The laxative is in full effect, her digestive system is in high activity
>The pain is getting more and more intense
>"Why tummy ouchie? Why tummy ouchie?" She cries.
>She bumps her ass against in the wall and realizes that there's something else in her ass
>Fluffy pony tries every possible thing her limited mind can think of to take off the cork
>She rolls in the ground, she tries scrubing her ass against the wall but nothing seems to work
>The duct tape is too efficiently stuck on her
>She starts vomiting because of the pain forming in her stomach, but most of the candy is on her intestines at this point
>The pain is growing in an accelerated rhythm, it's becoming unbearable for her, she can't stand a single moment of it anymore
>As her cries grows more and more pathetic by each second, "Whaaaa, tummy ouchie! Fwuffy hwurt!"
>Tears start droping from her eyes
> Fluffy pony feels utter and sheer pain roaming through her intestines and stomach
>"Waaah! Waaaaaah! She squeals pathetically
>She's feeling such an excruciating pain she never thought possible
>Fluffy pony is in complete agony!
>And she screams, screams and screams
>Finally her intestines bursts and she gives a final and torrential vomit, this time it's not an unsual vomit
>You arrive at home after a demanding day of work and find fluffy pony in a pool of vomit, feces and blood
>Seems like she made a mess after all