Guilt Trip

>Be the owner of Terra, a brown earth fluffy with a green mane and tail
>On the whole, Terra is a good fluffy, she rarely whines and is always there to greet you after a hard day of work
>Today, though, Terra has done something bad
>Apparently, the door to her kennel came loose after she ran into while playing, giving her the idea to explore the apartment while you were gone
>Predictably, the small 'living room' area is a mess, the piece de resistance being when she knocked over your TV and broke it
>It may have been small and had distorted colors, but at your current salary, it'll take awhile to replace
>So now you're angry and are staring at a terrified ball of fluff, who knows you're mad but can't quite make the connection of why
>Other owners would break out the sorry stick, or put her time out, or invent some overly-elaborate physical or psychological torture that lasts for months
>Your fluffy wishes you would do that
>You begin to sniffle a little, then cover your face and pretend to cry
>Fluffies, being a toy designed for humans, were imprinted with innate needs to hug anything that cried and to interact with nearby humans
>A crying human is a black hole for fluffy pony attention and affection
>The effect is almost immediate
Why daddeh cwy? Daddeh huwt? Nu cwy! Tewwa gib huggies, su nu cwy!"
>Terra runs up to your shin and starts hugging it for all she's worth, you gently push her back with your foot and start sobbing louder
"Boohoohoo… Why is my fluffy so mean?"
>Terra begins running around you in circles, her face clearly distressed
"Nuu! Tewwa nu meanie! Tewwa guud fwuffy! Daddeh pwease nu cwy!"
"Then why did she leave her safe box? Why did she break my TV? Boohoohoo…"
>Terra, completely taken in by your Oscar-worthy performance, stops dead in her tracks, her pupils becoming tiny pinpricks
"Tewwa sowwy! Tewwa nu mean-"
"I try so hard to be a good daddy, but Terra still acts so mean! I must be a *pause for dramatic effect* BAD DADDY!"
>And that's the straw that broke the fluffy's back
>Terra begins crying up a storm and latches herself firmly to your leg
"NUU! DADDEH NU BAD DADDEH! TEWWA BAD FWUFFY!! TEWWA WUWST FWUFFY! PWEASE GIB BAD TEWWA SOWWY STICK AN' SOWWY BOX AN' NU TWEATS FO' MUNTH AN'-"
>You listen to Terra list every punishment you've ever given her, as well as requesting things she just doesn't like such as cold baths and going to the vet
>You lighten up on your crying and lower your hands a little, looking Terra right in the eyes
*sniffle* "If Daddy does those things, Terra will be a good fluffy?"
>Terra looks up at you with tears in her yes
"Tewwa wiww be best fwuffy!"
>You pick Terra up and smile at her
"Alright, then Daddy will do just that."
>And you do: you give Terra the paddling of a lifetime, give her a freezing cold bath, then shove her in the sorry box while you go make an appointment with the vet for next week
>Through out it all, Terra just keeps repeating the same phrase in a kind of creepy monotone
"Tewwa wiww be best fwuffy. Tewwa wiww be best fwuffy. Tewwa wiww be best fwuffy."
>After keeping her in the sorry box for an hour, you extract Terra and let her use the litterbox
"Tewwa sowwy Tewwa weft box an' bwoke teebee…"
>And you can tell she actually means it
"Alright, Terra. How 'bout some dinner?
>Terra looks at you hopefully
"Tewwa hab sketties?"
>You begin to sniffle again
>Terra's pupils shrink and her whole body begins to shake in terror
"Ow Fwuffy chow? Tewwa wuv yummy, dwy, icky Fwuffy chow!"
"Ok, fluffy chow it is!"
"Yay…"
>You smile as you carry your fluffy to the countertop your landlord dares advertise as a kitchenette
>Guilt, the fluffy owner's cheat code