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- Heatseeker Boy 10/29/12(Mon)07:16 No.5367342
- >be anon
- >have a well-behaved fluffy named Wind
- >didn't want to name her something she couldn't say; that would just be mean
- >she's particularly well-behaved because you "broke" her early on
- >and man, was it ever like getting Kunta Kinte to call himself Toby
- >went through a few sorry sticks, but she got it in the end
- >luckily enough, due to the nature of fluffy memory, she soon forgot why she wanted, no, NEEDED to behave
- >but she never stopped loving you
- >but today is a little different
- >maybe the training is wearing off or something, but Wind shit on the floor.
- >It's the first time in a really long time, you you'll go easy on her.
- >"Wind?" you call, standing in front of the pile of feces on the rug.
- >man, that rug really tied the room together.
- >"Fwuffy sowwy," came the meek call from the hallway.
- >"Wind. Get. in. here. now." you say, punctuating each syllable with a clap of your hands.
- >Wind drags herself into the room, tears of anticipation soaking into her fluff
- >"Wind, what is this?" you ask, all mock-saccharine- like.
- >As if she can tell the difference.
- >"Dey bad poopies," she says, her voice going two octaves higher than usual.
- >"What happens when fluffies make bad poopies?"
- >Something primal in her clicks as she has a flashback of her house-training.
- >She looses all sense of modesty and begins to cry.
- >"Huuuuhuuuuuhuuuuuuuu, pwease, Daddeh, no wan sowwy stick! Pwease! Nuuuuuuuu!" she wails.
- >"Of course I won't give you the sorry stick. I have something more humane in mind," you say.
- >"Nu sowwy stick?" she whimpers.
- >"No sorry stick," you say.
- >You walk to the kitchen, Wind in tow, and put a small pot of water on the stove to boil.
- >Wind begins to jump around excitedly, as to her, this has only ever meant spaghetti.
- >"Nu sowwy stick AN sketties? Daddeh bes' daddeh in ho-wai-wowd!" she exclaims joyously.
- >While the water boils, you clean the shit off the rug.
- >Man, that rug really tied the room together.
- >Run upstairs to your computer
- >what was it that flufftv said the other day? Discipline your fluffies with a random item so they don't fear all stick-shaped items?
- >This is what you had in mind
- >Haha! Clumsy Jeremy, always leaving his things here
- >this time he left an anal syringe you two use to clean out before sex
- >Snatch up the soon-to-be-unclean syringe from the floor next to your desk
- >run back down to the kitchen, where Wind is, proverbially speaking, about to shit herself from anticipation of spaghetti
- >The water has come to a boil
- >all according to keikaku
- >pick Wind up, hold her, and look into her face
- >"Before we begin," you say, "I want you to know that this is for making bad poopies outside the litterbox."
- >He excitement turns to abject fear.
- >Her tiny legs begin to scramble as fast as she can manipulate them, and begins to wail again.
- >"NUUUUUUU! FWUFFY SOWWY DADDEH! NU WAN SOWWY STICK! HUUUUUHUUUUUHUUUUUUHUUUUUU!"
- >She's a terrible actress; you can tell her cries are fake and that she's not actually sorry. She would have used her name otherwise.
- >No matter.
- >Crouch down and hold her over your knee as if she was going to get spanked
- >Draw a bit of the boiling water into the syringe
- >insert into her anus
- >plunge
- >the boiling water fills her anus
- >She gasps for a brief moment, completely taken aback by this new type of pain; she's in shock untilβ
- >"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! POOPIE PWACE STING! POOPIE PWACE STING!" she shouts.
- >You hope the neighbors can't hear.
- >You expected to hear her shout of burning, but recalling the many times you've been scalded by your own clumsiness, you agree that stinging is a more accurate description of the sensation.
- >Stand up and hold her over the sink in case of spillage.
- >"OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE! Daddeh, why huwt Wind?" she cries
- >"I just explained this! It's because you went bad poopies on the rug! THAT RUG TIED THE ROOM TOGETHER!" you yell in her face.
- >She begins to drain out, sobbing inconsolably the whole time.
- >she is beyond the capacity for words, having melted into the abyss of sheer agony that robs a being of all desire but death.
- >The initial pain isn't what your were aiming for.
- >It's going to hurt like a motherfucker when she shits for the next week or so.
- >that will teach her a lesson.
- >All according to keikaku
- fin
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