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- Koiyama, March 29, 2013; 03:17 / FB 9954
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- >Be Anon, head of the Marketing Department of Ginger Inc.
- >Finest manufacturer of sorry sticks this side of the Mississippi
- >But that’s not important
- >Right now, you're on your way to California, to make a business arrangement with some shady Mexican-labor shops to produce your sticks
- >Decide to bring along your fluffy pony
- >Last time you left a fluffy in a daycare, it was returned to you less than whole in a cardboard box
- >You're not paying $60 a night just to have the thing killed again
- >But you digress..
- >Arrive at the airport with a couple hours to spare before your flight
- >After going through security and paying off the airline to let you take your fluffy as carry on, you're finally sitting in your seat waiting for takeoff.
- >”Daddeh, fwuffy has make poopi--
- >”Shush you, if you annoy the passengers you're going in the luggage compartment. Do you want that?”
- >”Nuuuu..” your fluffy says, fidgeting in the seat
- >”That’s a good boy. Daddy's gonna listen to some fine-ass Sinatra.” You say, popping in a pair of ear buds
- >Unbeknownst to you, fluffy gulps, muttering “Nu be a mean poopie pwace, pwease nu make sowwie poopies...”
- >Be Anon again
- >Be woken up by fluffy tugging vigorously on your jacket sleeve
- >You must have fallen asleep to Sinatra's fine ass man-music
- >Awwww yeahh-- Holy fuck that hurt! The little shit just bit you!
- >Flicking your fluffy on the nose, you glare. “What, you ungrateful fuck!”
- >”OWWIES! Why huwt fwuffy?” he sniffles
- >Fluffy pauses for a moment, looking like he's concentrating. Or rebooting. Who knows.
- >”DADDEH, NEE' MAKE POOPIES!” he suddenly yells at the top of his lungs
- >Ignoring the quiet chuckles from the row in front of you, you slap your hand over your fluffy's mouth
- >”Alright, alright, jesus.”
- >Unbuckling yourself, you stand up and scoop the fluffy out of his seat, heading to the restroom
- >After waiting for the 400 pound guy that was previously in there to squeeze himself out of the undersized stall, you walk in and lock the door
- >Plopping fluffy down on the seat, you tell him turn to the sink to wash your face. Gotta look fresh for the bitches
- >”Alright little bro, do your business.” You say, stroking your goatee.
- >This thing makes you look like a douche, maybe you should shave it o-
- >“Wat dis buttown fo'?” asks your fluffy, pressing the flusher
- >“WAAAAA, NO HUWT POOPIE PWACE!!!!” it screams even louder than before
- >Fumbling in surprise, you grab your fluffy and try to pull it out, splashing water all over your crotch
- >”NUUU, WHY HUWT FWUFFY, NU WIKE! NU WIKE!” it cries
- >”Jesus!” you yell, tugging even harder and bumping your ass into the door, making it rattle
- >”FWUFFY SOWWY, PWEASE WEAVE POOPIE PWACE ALONE! WAHHHH, DADDEH!” your fluffy wails
- >”Shut up! Almost! ALMOSTTTTTTT.........NNNGH, THERE!” you proclaim, freeing the fluffy with a loud popping noise
- >”Huu....huuu huuu huuuuuuu.... fwuffy sowwy... pwease nuu huwt poopie pwace 'gain...” fluffy sobs
- >”Oh jesus..” you say, glancing at the fluffy's shit-caked bottom
- >”Lets get you cleaned up, champ.” you say, dampening and cleaning his fluff off with a wet paper towel
- >Tucking your fluffy under your arm, you open the bathroom door to see...
- >None other than the air marshal, waiting for your exit
- >As well as the entire plane turned around, staring at you with mixtures of both disgust and amusement
- >Furrowing your brow, you look back to the air marshal
- >”I can expl--”
- >”Sir.” he states, cutting you off.
- >”I'll have you know that according to the Domestic Animal Act of 2017, Fluffy ponies are legally defined as domesticated animals.”
- >Looking at your wet crotch and equally wet-assed fluffy, he sneers and adds
- >”I'll also have you know that bestiality is illegal in all 50 states. I'm going to have to detain you for the rest of the flight.”
- >The air marshal pushes you and your fluffy against a wall, turning you around and placing zip-tie cuffs around your wrists
- >”Owwies! Why sqwish fwuffy?” your fluffy protests
- >”But I was just taking him to the bathroom! What the hell!”
- >”Save it for the cops, you sick fuck.” the air marshal growls.
- >A stewardess scoops up your fluffy, taking him to the flight attendant's area, comforting him and telling him “There there, the mean man won't hurt you again little guy..”
- >You can't believe your luck
- >Fucking fluffy ponies
- >You're getting a cat next time
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