Scootafluffy's Psychological Punishment - Revised Repost

Scootafluffy's Psychological Punishment - Revised Repost - 1/5 Appleloosa (from Ponibooru) 04/09/12(Mon)22:02 No.1160752

>Be a reasonable owner
>Your fluffy pony has orange fluff and a magenta colored mane, you named her Scootafluffy
>You always believed in positive reinforcement when it comes to your pets
>Doesn't seem to be working so well
>Fluffy pony is adorable when she listens to you and do what you teach her
>That happens only half of the time
>The other half you spend between cleaning her filth in wrong places or cleaning objects she breaks
>This can't go on
>You're determined to make Scootafluffy 100% obedient, by negative psychological reinforcement
>You revise your teachings to her, about how good fluffy ponies are loved and recieve treats
>And the bad ones must be punished
>She gets a worried expression when you say that
>You say that you're going to make her dinner, spaghetti as usual
>"Yay, wuv sketties!" she says excitedly.
>Can't keep an eye on her right now
>Fluffy pony loves watching cartoons while you make her dinner
>You remind her to be careful
>While watching TV, she flaps her little wings and inattentively jumps onto the living room table, knocking down two glass cups
>Your anger usualy didn't mean too much for her, until this day
>She only says an "Oopsie" and starts jumping again
>Hearing that, you comee to her direction
>You say "Bad fluffy! That's not what good fluffy ponies do!"
>She replies with a fumbling "Sowwy dady, where sketties? Scootafwuffy hungy!" expecting you to forgive her like you're used to
>Since this is her first psychological punishment, you decide to take it easy on her

>You invite her to the kitchen, she's follows you rapidly saying "Yay, gonna eat yummy sketties! Wuv sketties"
>She's almost forgetting about the glasses she broke, but you're going to remind her
>You unplug the pot containing the spaghetti
>The smells hits her muzzle and she drools
>You grab the pot and dump all the spaghetti in the garbage
>She starts crying "Why dump sketties, *sob sob* fwuffy hungy!"
>You reply "No spaghetti for a weak! Bad fluffies eat pony ration!
>Of course you made sure to buy a very cheap brand
>You serve her the pony ration
>She gives a tiny grain a bite, immediatly saying "Ewww, wation yucky! Pweasy gif sketties! Scootafwuffy sowwy!"
>"No, you gotta understand, bad fluffies don't deserve tasty spaghetti! Only good fluffies deserve it."
>Her stomach starts growling, all that running and jumping made her very hungry
>Fluffy pony eats the ration crying and crying, begging you for spaghetties
>You are really trying to teach Scootafluffy without scarring her for life
>Again, you remind of what good fluffy ponies are supposed to do and not to do
>After two weeks of bad tasting food, hours of complaints and whinings
>And constant remins of how good spaghetti tastes, she learned not to break things in the table
>Good
>But her nut sized brain can't apply this logic for other objects in the house
>It's play time, and you turn on the TV, you start watching it with fluffy pony
>"Yay, wuv cawtoons. Cawtoons fwunny! Ben 10 fwun!"
>You also give her some treats while she's watching
>It's her favorite time of the day
>Your using the internet on your laptop while doing so
>Someone knocks on your door, you go to attend it, leaving your laptop behind

>She stands on top of your notebook keyboard, she sees a funny picture in the screen
>When she notices, she just pooped all over your notebook's keyboard, some of the poop got into the key gaps
>Fluffy pony remembers her last punishment very well
>She gets desperate, little sized brain don't help deal with this situation
>Only thing she thinks of is telling the poop to go away
>"Go 'way poopsies! Daddy angy if fwuffy poop hewe!"
>She starts thinking very hard in what to do next
>Fluffy pony tries pushing the poop out of the keyboard
>Only makes it worse, now the poop is smeared all over it
>She runs aimlessly on the couch in despair, leaving little brown hoofprints
>Fluffy pony is very desperate, crying a lot now "Daddy be angy now! No wan' mow yucky foodies!"
>You come back and look baffled at the situation
>You take a deep breath thinking "No physical abuse...no physical abuse."
>Then you shout "Scootafluffy, how many times I have to say to poop on the litter box?!"
>She replies a little more concerned than the last incident "Sowwy daddy! Can we watch cawtoons?"
>She tries to change the subject when she's in trouble. Like that's going to work...
>You get more angry at her disconsideration
>You tell her "No! No treats, no spaghetti, and no cartoons for two weeks!"
>Heartbreaking for fluffy pony
>The moment you finish the sentence she immerses in a deep whimpering
>"Sowwy, pwease, *sob* *sob* don't twake cawtoons! No wike yucky food! Scootafwuffy want mow tweats! "
>You leave her in the safe-room and slam the door. You can still her muffled cries coming from there
>Almost two weeks have passed and fluffy pony is beyond depressed, visibly thinner than before

>She begs for good tasting food and her loved cartoons every day, and cries sadly everytime you refuse it
>Your way to remind her of her bad behavior is been proving effective
>Fluffy pony is considerably more obedient now, in fear of more grounding.
>Still very sad because of the punishment
>Only thing she still got is the outside play time with her sponge ball. Misses cartoons a lot though. But can get distracted by the outside time at least.
>You still remind her that she's not allowed in the streets by any circumstances
>She nods and begin pushing her ball around the yard
>Neighbor releases his two fluffy ponies to outside time too
>You chat with your neighbor
>His fluffy ponies run outside happly for play time talking about the last Ben 10 episode and how tasty their treats were
>"Good cawtoon! Ben 10 wocks!" "Tasty tweast yummy!"
>Your fluffy pony hear that and starts crying
>Still pushing her ball, sadly and distractedly
>Ball rolls to the middle of the street
>Fluffy start running after it yelling "Back pwease, don't go ball!"
>A car is coming at high speed
>The driver brakes abruptly, stopping by a few inches of fluffy pony
>His kid starts crying at the back seat, driver shouting bad words at you
>You apologize bringing fluffy pony back home
>It's time for a harsher treatment
>"I can't express how disappointed I am with you, Scootafluffy! I said dozen times by now not to step on the street!", you say!
>"Sowwy daddy, fwuffy no wanted lose ball! Ball only fwuffy play now! Pwase no take ball!"
>"You're not losing your ball", you reply
>Scootafluffy gives a huge smile

>"You're losing EVERYTHING! You're going to spend a month alone in the "Sorrytary"
>Her hopes quickly vanish and her smile disappears instantly "Wat iz sowwytawy?" says the fluffy pony
>You put her in the safe-room with the lights off
>Her little sized brain thinks it's a different room
>Just a little beam of light coming from the door window
>"No weave Scootafwuffy, daddy! Pwease! *sob* *sob* No wike dawk scawy woom!" she says already pissing herself in fear
>You prepared a hamster bottle with enough water for a month or so
>You keep her alive by throwing a bad tasting ration sack every day
>You make sure to check if she is stil alive, making sinister sounds at night
>She trembles and squeaks in fear everytime you do so
>You don't bother cleaning up her filth
>A few weeks go by
>Fluffy pony is feeling ultimately depreesed and unloved
>She cries and begs more and more pathetically by each day
>"Owside pwease!" "No smell pwetty!" "Munsta scawy!" "No wike yucky foodsies"
>Cries and whimpering coming from the Sorrytarry everyday
>"Let out pwease!" "Daddy no wuv Scootafwuffy?" "Why fwuffy chest ouchie"? "Scootafwuffy need hugsies!" she mercifully begs
>You ignore her daily pleas
>Finally the month is over
>It's time to take her outside and see if she learned her lesson
>A strong stench comes out of the room, her fluff is caked with poop
>Scootaflufy is staring at the wall with a blank expression on her face
>Her fluffy mark is now a noose