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- > "Nope, not so easy little guy. We've got a whole lot more fun ahead"
- > A taser while excellent for resetting fluffies and disabling fuzzy control chips is also effective at resuscitation
- > After a long zap and a great deal of spasms the colt begins breathing again
- > Totally unconscious
- > Pity, it would be fun watching how he struggles to walk with no control or muscle
- > Only his bones and stitches support the legs
- > A quick swab of disinfectant and final check shows the bleeding has stopped
- > Remarkable really
- > They're so easily broken by all but are surprisingly durable at times
- > Over the next week the colt clings to life
- > His whole world is pain and he mewls, screams, and begs for death and daddy to help him
- > Seems he forgot how his legs were hurt or that he had a mother
- > He only knows that his legs hurt and daddy is here
- > You feed him a liquid diet packed with vitamins
- > He's well fed, cleaned delicately, and tenderly cared for
- > Sickening but it will all be worth it
- > And, watching his pain makes the care kinda ironic
- > Remarkably the colt not only lives, his legs are moving again
- > The stitches gone he is able to stand on his own weight
- > But, he can't seem to move wincing in pain and unable to bend his knees
- > After a few days the colt is able to move his legs and waddle but only barely
- > Then you begin to have fun
- > Over the week you've constantly been mentioning, describing, and eating spaghetti near the colt
- > "Wittow gai wan sketti! Skettie suu yummie! Pwease daddeh! Wan skettie!"
- > The psychological torture is light but still funny
- > His desire for spaghetti is driving him to learn to walk again
- > Then you enter his saferoom
- > In hand is a piping hot plate of spaghetti with vegan sauce and an intoxicating aroma
- > The fluffy cannot believe his eyes when you place it on the floor on the opposite side of the room
- > "Come here little guy! This spaghetti is all for you!"
- > He's speechless
- > Then he explodes in joy
- > Figuratively
- > "YAAAY! SKETTIE! SKETTIE! WUV SKETTIE! FWUFFY WUN! WAN SKETTIE!"
- > The colt standing in the middle of the room bolts towards the spaghetti
- > At least, that was his plan
- > His legs flipped around he instead runs full speed away from his prize
- > "NYUUUUU! SKETTIE WUN WAY! NUU HUWT SKETTIE FWUFFY WUV SKETTI! NUUU!"
- > He runs straight into the opposite wall and keeps backing up into it trying desperately to figure out why he can't get closer
- > "WEGGIES HEWP! NEE GET SKETTIE! NUU WAN WUN DIS WAY GUU OFFA WAY!"
- > He's beside himself and screams at his legs
- > The little guy even bites his front left paw to teach it a lesson
- > "YUU BAD WEGGIES! WITTOW GUY GIFF BIG OWIES TUU BAD WEGGIES! ... OOOOOWWWIEESSS! WEGGIES HUWTY WITTOW GUY! DADDEH! HEWP! PWEASE!"
- > This goes on for around ten minutes
- > In that time the fluffy runs his butt along the far wall from the spaghetti trying to go forward
- > A brown streak now lines the base of the wall where the poop from his bottom has rubbed off
- > "Little guy! You're in big trouble!"
- > He stops mid run and cowers covering his butt with his back legs and raising his head high
- > "Nuu weggies! Nuu hide poopie pwace! Hide fwuffy! Nuu sits! Pwease! Daddeh mad!"
- > You stomp over as loudly as you can
- > The fluffy pees a little
- > "BAD FLUFFY YOU LEFT POOPIE STAINS ON THE WALL AND PEED ON THE FLOOR NO SPAGHETTI!"
- > The colt’s dreams are shattered
- > All the pain, the struggle, the build up and now he's not going to get the spaghetti
- > Instead you pour it out in front of him into the garbage
- > You smile as he begins screaming and crying
- > His legs betrayed him, his whole life (that he can remember) for nothing and now he's going to get the sorry stick
- > The sorry stick is a wood ruler with thin sewing needles through the end
- > They barely poke through the wood, but are long enough to draw blood and leave a stinging wound
- > "NUU! NUU SOWWY STICK! WEGGIES BAD! FWUFFY NUU BAD! HUWT WEGGIES NUU FWUFFY!"
- > You oblige him after a few hard whacks
- > Blood dripping from his puckering butthole
- > Picking the fluffy up you place him on the heating element again
- > Memories flood back and he screams as you draw near the red glowing electric element
- > This time it's not on low it's on high
- > Simply touching his hooves to the element for a second is all it takes
- > The blistering of his sensitive feet and the subsequent scream knock him out
- > Tomorrow you offer spaghetti again, but this time he wails as he walks on horribly blistered feet
- > "AAAAAAH! EAAGH! WEGGIES HUWT! F-AAAAAAH! FWUFFY WA-AAAH! WAHN SKEEEETIEEEEESSSSS!"
- > Miraculously the fluffy manages to not only walk but run for the plate fighting through the pain
- > Only to walk into the wall again
- > His tears are delicious
- > Again, figuratively
- > Too hurt to stand he falls to his side shitting on himself out of pain and screaming for relief and spaghetti to come closer
- > Once again you punish him for "bad poopies"
- > His butthole is now dotted with small wounds and his testicles are worse off
- > One has deflated
- > His backside is also infected as yesterdays wounds fester and are reopened releasing puss
- > The colt screams throughout the night begging for death
- > "Not yet, it's not so easy"
- > The third instead of placing the plate out of reach give the fluffy the plate
- > He cries tears of joy, and pain lots of pain, as he munches on the spaghetti
- > The marinara however is not tomato based
- > It's based off of capsicum and Tabasco
- > The off orange marinara would raise flags for any normal person
- > However an emotionally, physically, and mentally tortured fluffy
- > Or any fluffy for that matter
- > Would simply chow down
- > The colt is too busy eating as fast as he can to notice his eyes are too full of tears to even see
- > Then the screams resume
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