Evil Plan

>Cold winter night.
>Storm outside.
>Wind and rain lash windows.
>Check on fluffy pony before going to bed.
>Fluffy pony is huddled in corner of safe room, crying.
>Face fluff is wet with tears.
>"Scawy, daddy...pwease don' weave fwuffy awone."
>*sigh*
>Heart melts.
"Okay...you can stay with me tonight."
>Disbelief; fluffy pony eyes light up.
>You never let fluffy sleep with you.
>Fluffy pony loves taking naps with you on the couch.
>Never have you allowed fluffy to sleep in your bed.
"Be sure you use the litterbox first."
>Don't want the little shit-monster crapping in your bed.
>"Okay! Fwuffy make poopies fiwst!"
>Scampers over to litterbox and craps.
>Give fluffy a quick squeeze for good measure.
>Empty.
>Settle into bed.
>Excited fluffy burrows under covers.
>"Daddy bed big...wawm!"
>Evil plan in 3...2...1...
"Dutch oven!"
>Release toxic ass bomb under covers.
>"Whhaaa? No smewl pwetty!"
>Oh god, you can smell it even above the covers.
>Fluffy pony gagging on your horrible noxious fart.
>"Arrhhh! Pwease wet fwuffy out! *cough* Tewwible smewwy!"
>Pin blanket down, don't let fluffy escape.
>"Ghhaa...nose...buwning!"
>Can't get to sleep you're laughing so hard.
>You're such an asshole.