Deadmeat Chronicles: A New Home

>You are a maroon fluffy pony with a light green mane.
>You have seen some sites.
>You were carried onto a tube with tings sticking off its side that actually flew.
>You got to see the top of the clouds.
>You tried to get away but when the flying tube landed you were caught and placed back in the sorry box.
>The other fluffies were calling you bad for trying to keep away from the two legged monster.
>This two legged monster for some reason has several fluffies around her.
>You finally make it to the two legged monster’s hidey hole.
>It is a large mansion setting on a large well kept lot.
>You are placed in a large room with marble tile floors.
>All around you see fluffies playing and giggling.
>”Mommy’s home!” The woman announces.
>”Yay! Mommeh!”, “Sketties?”, “Fwuffy wan huggies!”, “Mommeh! Mommeh! Mommeh!”
>These fluffies seem to be happy to see this two legged monster.
>You start to feel tummy rumblies.
>She walks over and opens your sorry box.
>”Ok everybody! I got a new friend to love on! Please make Sir William Reginald feel welcome!”
>All the fluffies start to wave and say hi to you with coruses of “new fwen?” filling the room.
>The tummy rumblies get worse.
>You slowly waddle out and look around.
>”Deadmeat nee make poopies…”
>The woman quickly runs to you.
>You are straining too much to keep from pooping to avoid her.
>”Don’t worry Sir William Reginald! Mommy’s here to take care of you!”
>She grabs you up and carries you to a box.
>It has soft white gravel in it.
>She sits you inside it.
>”Its ok, we got you here in time.” She looks down at you smiling.
>You look down at the white gravel and look around the room.
>This is a living area!
>You can’t poop here!
>You waddle out with your tail tucked down trying to keep from pooping.
>”Deadmeat nuu poop hewe! Nee poopie pwace!”
>You slowly shuffle across the floor looking for an out of the way place.
>She grabs you up again.
>Why is she putting you in this white gravel?
>The other fluffies are watching, “Why new fwen nuu use witteh box?”
>Princess Princess waddles up to you, “Yoo bad fwuffy! Mommeh put yoo in witteh box and  yoo nuu poopie!”
>She shakes her hoof angrily at you as you strain even more.
>The tummy rumblies are really bad.
>It feels like your poopie place is bulging.
>”Go way! Nee make poopies…”
>You keep looking around straining against the buildup of fecal matter waiting to exit your body.
>You waddle and dance and see a house plant.
>The woman picks up the light brown alicorn fluffy, “Its ok dear, he is just in a new place and he’s scared.”
>”Poopie pwace hewt… nee go poopie…”
>It feels like your tummy is going to burst, every steps feels like your belly is bouncing.
>”Jus nee saf pwace… Deadmeat nuu wan make… bad… bad…Waaahhhhhhh!”
>The poopie explodes out your rear as you make bad poopies.
>You try to hold it in with your tail but it streams around it splattering it and your rump with poopies.
>It spreads around you in a growing pile you can’t stop.
>The other fluffies look at you shocked, “New fwen make bad poopies.”, “Onwy babbeh make bad poopies.”, “Why nuu use witteh box?”
>You tear up as the flow of poop leaves you.
>Every fluffy is staring at you.
>You don’t smell pretty.
>You start to get angry.
>You step away from your bad poopies and yell at the woman.
>”It yoo fault Deadmeat make bad poopies! Yoo keep Deadmeat away fwom poopie pwace!”
>The fluffies start to get agitated, “Yoo bad fwuffy!”, “Nuu bad tawk mommeh!”,”Yoo go way!”, “Fwuffy nuu wan be fwen wif bad fwuffy!”
>You face the crowd of fluffies, “Weave Deadmeat awone or big owchies!”
>You lower your head and puff your cheeks.
>Sparklies flow from your horn.
>All the fluffies turn and run away from you, “Ahhh! Munsta fwuffy!”, “Meanie fwuffy gowing get fwuffy!”
>The woman keeps talking calmly, “Its ok my little children. He’s just scared and needs to adjust.”
>Princess Princess is fighting against her owners grip shaking her hoof angrily at you, “Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>You get ready to yell at the woman again when you feel a hand grab the nape your neck from behind.
>You wave your hooves frantically as you are lifted up, “Ok there bad ass. Calm down.”
>”Wet Deadmeat down munsta!” You start kicking and wriggling.
>The woman looks at you with sad eyes, “Charles, he’s new…”
>You glance behind you and see a tall slender man in a butler suit.
>He stares down at you with steel eyes.
>”I understand madam but he must be punished.”
>You wiggle and snap but the man holds firm.
>He stares at you, “First we have to get you cleaned up though.”
>You are carried across the house into a room with a large basin.
>He sets you in it as he puts on some rubber gloves.
>The basin is too big for you to jump out of and you can’t climb the sides.
>The man looks down at you again.
>”Are you ready for your bath?”
>”Wet Deadmeat guu or big owchies!”
>You get in a defensive stance and puff your cheeks.
>The man sighs and picks up a spray nozzle.
>”This will go so much easier if you don’t fight.”
>You make sparklies, “Big owchies!”
>He shakes his head looking at you.
>He points the nozzle at you and sprays your face.
>The water surprises you and you jump back.
>You bump into the side of the bin and stumble.
>You rub your face with your hooves trying to see but it is too late.
>The man grabs your neck and holds you to the bottom of the bin.
>”Why yoo mean to Deadmeat? Wahhhhhh!”
>You cry as the water is sprayed over your body wetting your fluff.
>The man is quick and methodical soaping you up and cleaning the poop off your rear.
>He then picks you up and wraps you in a towel.
>In no time you are clean and dried.
>You are carried back out to the room with the other fluffies.
>The woman up to you, “Is Sir William Reginald clean?”
>Her perfume burns your nose.
>”Bleh! Go way stinky munsta!”
>The fluffies renew their agitation.
>She just looks away still holding Princess Princess.
>The light brown alicorn is still shaking her hoof angrily.
>The man turns you around to look at him, “You are being a bad fluffy! In this house you will behave!”
>”Deadmeat nuu bad fwuffy! Yoo meanie munstas! Yoo nuu show Deadmeat poopie pwace!”
>You look around the room for an exit.
>The man pulls out a chair and places you on his knee.
>You kick and struggle but can’t get away.
>He grabs a ping pong paddle that was dangling on its side.
>”Now you get the sorry stick! You will learn how to be a good fluffy!”
>He brings the paddle up and pats your butt.
>You keep struggling, “Wet Deadmeat go!”
>The woman looks shocked, the fluffies are still shouting bad fluffy and monster fluffy.
>The man shrugs and pats your but harder.
>”Why yoo patting Deadmeat wump?” You snap at the man.
>The man rears back and swats your rear end.
>The fluffies all gasp at the viciousness of the sorry stick.
>You still kick and struggle.
>The man looks down unsure of what to do, “Wow… you’re a tough one…”
>He looks over the other fluffies that have quieted down.
>”Sorry little guy, but you must be punished.”
>The man rears back and swings hard.
*WHACK*
>”Owie! Yoo bad munsta! Why gif owies!”
>The fluffies set back shaking.
>Princess Princess hugs the woman’s arms.
>The man continues with the spanking, *WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK*
>”Owie! Stawp!Pwease! owie! ... WAHHHHHH! Deadmeat sowwy! Wahhhhhh!”
>The burning pain shoots through your body as the man paddles you relentlessly.
>Some of the fluffies are crying at the sorry sticking you are getting.
>Princess Princess hides her face.
>The paddling seems to go on forever before he stops.
>”That is for making bad poopies!”
>He keeps holding you, “And for yelling at your owner!”
>He walks over to a small box in the corner of the room.
>”You get the sorry box!”
>The box is white and made of hard plastic.
>The top opens on a hinge and the front is clear plexiglass.
>He opens the top and tries to put you in it.
>You wiggle frantically but a quick twist of your ruined ear makes your body freeze and he gets you into the box.
>He has to force your body in with a firm push.
>You try to wiggle as he closes the lid.
>You are stuck standing in the box looking out across the room.
>”You get an hour to watch other fluffies have fun while you have a time out.“
>You let out a scream of rage.