Fluffy Shorts 2 - Shag Carpeting

>Bring your new fluffy home from the shelter
>She's excited as can be, babbling unceasingly about how happy she is and how much she loves you and how amazing every new things she sees is
>Adorable.
>This is why you got a new one after your last fluffy disappeared.
>No abusers in the neighborhood, so it probably found its way outside and went wandering, unable to find its way back home
>Ah well. Curious animals will be curious animals
>You set the fluffy down on the kitchen floor. She's currently in absolute awe of the dishwasher.
>Adorable.
>"Okay, Sweet Tart, Daddy's gonna make sure your safe room is all set up. Just stay here for a little bit, alright?"
>"Otay, Daddy! Wuv daddy!"
>You go down the hallway, and Sweet Tart wanders around the kitchen, admiring everything.
>You know who gives a shit about the craftsmanship of the bottom drawers?
>Apparently, Sweet Tart does, because she thinks it's the coolest thing
>Wait, no, she just noticed the garbage bin. That is now the new coolest thing.
>And now it's the kitchen table.
>You seeing the pattern here?
>As she explores, she waddles into the living room. There's shag carpet all over the floor in this room.
>You live in a pretty old house. You keep meaning to renovate, but you just can't ever find time to get that ball rolling.
>"Baww? Wuv baww!"
>Hush, you. Just continue the story.
>"Kay."
>Sweet Tart steps onto the shag carpet. It feels soft under her hooves.
>Her pen at the shelter didn't have soft floors, so this is a new sensation to her
>"Housy haf fwuff too! Wuv housy!"
>She gives 'huggies' to the house.
>Which would be adorable if you were watching, but at the same time, that carpet hasn't been cleaned since the War on Terror became a thing.
>Bleh
>Sweet Tart remains oblivious to the stankiness of the carpet, and rolls around happily on it.
>It's so soft and relaxing, she can feel herself sinking into it.
>"Sweet Tart! It's all ready!"
>Your voice snaps Sweet Tart back into focus, and she tries to get up off her back to run to you.
>But something is holding her down.
>She tries to roll over, but she finds herself sinking deeper into the shag carpet.
>She panics and flails her little hooves as much as she can
>But it's no use.
>The shag carpet drags her under
>She can just barely mewl out a feeble "Hewp..." before the carpet swallows her completely.
>A moment after her last hoof, reaching out desperately for rescue, goes under, you walk back into the room, holding a cuddly little teddy bear.
>"Sweet Tart, I have a little surprise for y-...Sweet Tart?"
>You look all around. She's nowhere to be found.
>You call out her name throughout the house. No response.
>You walk back into the living room and stomp your foot
>"Son of a bitch! Another fluffy pony ran away on me. I really need to make sure that back door closes properly."
>You pick your socked foot up.
>Fluffy hair covers the bottom.
>"Yuck. I really need to get this carpet cleaned."