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- >You are a fluffy pony.
- >And you are in a sorry box.
- >You have been a bad fluffy and you are being punished.
- >You can’t remember what you did wrong but your mommy is punishing you so it must be bad.
- >The sorry box is very cramped.
- >It has small wood planks on the top and bottom with bars around it.
- >Your fluff is sticking through the bars and the cold iron is pressed against your tender skin.
- >It really hurts and tears are streaming down your face.
- >You dare not cry though because mommy would get angry again.
- >You are bouncing as you head down the road.
- >Despite being the brave fluffy you are sometimes you slip up, but mommy reminds you that you are being punished.
- >”Huuu huuuu…. Fwuffy am sowwy mommy…”
- >”SHUT UP! How can you be so annoying!?”
- >She glances across the country side on the side of the road.
- >”There is only one more stop.”
- >”Once this is over with they can carry me home…”
- >She stretches and closes her eyes as if she is trying to will herself back home.
- >”I can’t wait to get home and cuddle up in my nice warm bed with a good book.”
- >You feel sorry for mommy.
- >She needs your hug!
- >”Wet fwuffy ou’ mommeh! Gif yoo biggest huggies!”
- >You twist trying to smile at mommy.
- >She needs you!
- >But she does not open her eyes.
- >She just stretches her limbs out.
- >She then knocks you to the floor.
- >Your sorry box clatter as it hits the floor board.
- >”Owwies! Owwies! Owwies!”
- >The bars dig deeper into you bruising your tender skin more.
- >You can’t help it.
- >You make bad poopies because of the pain.
- >You feel really bad now.
- >You have made mommy mad again and you are an even badder fluffy now.
- >Tears stream down your face as you start to cry, “Wahhhhhh! Fwuffy am sowwy mommeh! Pwease nuu mo sowwies! Wahhhhh!”
- >She looks down sneering.
- >”What did you just do on my floor mats….”
- >She is seething, “Do you have any idea how much they cost!?”
- >She stomps across your nose making boo boo juice flow.
- >”WAHHHH! Fwuffy sowwy mommeh! Fwuffy-“
- >She picks you up and slams your face into the pile of poop.
- >”Eat it you little whiney waist of space! EAT IT!”
- >Mommy is really mad.
- >You don’t want any more sorries so you quickly start top chomp down on the pile of filth your face is in.
- >The taste is putrid and the stench clings to your taste buds.
- >The brown fecal matter mats to your nose fluff and stains it.
- >Mommy is hitting your side as you try to swallow as much as you can.
- >”EAT IT!! EAT IT ALL NOW!!!”
- >She is huffing with a burning anger.
- >You ribs feel like they are being caved in with each strike.
- >You swallow another mouthful of the warm brown excrement.
- >It feels like it is coating your throat as is slide down into your tummy.
- >”Waaaaahhhh! OWWIES! Fwuffy *nom* sowwy momm- OWWIES! WAHHHHH! *nom*nom* OWWIEEEEE!!!”
- >She picks up the cage and slams you onto the floor.
- >She picks you up again with grim determination on her face.
- >She is holding you face down over the pile of stool.
- >She hisses, “Bad fluffies deserve what happens to them…”
- >You start to blubber, “Pwease nuu mommeh! Wahhhhh! Fwuffy be gud mommeh! Pwease… wahhhhhh! Pwease nuu mo sowwies! Wahhhh!”
- >She grins, “You should have thought about that before being bad then.”
- >She raises you up higher.
- >Suddenly your vehicle stops.
- >Mommy looks out the window.
- >”Oh… it seems we’re here.”
- >She sets you down hard on the seat.
- >You little legs buckle and the bars dig into your flesh again.
- >”Wahhhhh! Pwease mommeh…wahhhhh!”
- >She spanks your rump hard and yells angrily at you, “Shut! Up!”
- >You try your best to be a brave fluffy and quiet down, “Huuuu… huuu… sowwie mommeh… huuuuu…”
- >She opens the door and gets out of the vehicle.
- >She is dragging you to the side.
- >You are hurt and have a bad no pretty feel, ”….huuuu… nuu smeww pwetty… huuuuu…”
- >Mommy walks up to a building and goes into the front door.
- >Mommy walks in and immediately starts talking, “Dispense with the pleasantries.”
- >”You know why I am here and the sooner I get away from you riff raff the better.”
- >She walks up to a desk, “Just bring me the books and don’t irritate me by talking.”
- >Several business types in their crisps suits clear their throats as she walks by.
- >”Of course ma’am…”
- >They place large ledgers in front of mommy.
- >She sniffs indignantly as she opens them up and starts to pour through them.
- >You little legs start to ache as she keeps reading through all the books.
- >After what seems forever you hazard talking to mommy, “Mommeh… can fwuffy pwease weave sowwy bawks…? Pwomise be gud fwuffy… pwease….”
- >Mommy sighs and looks up from her books, “I guess it has been a while.”
- >She looks around the office, “Can anyone tell me the time?”
- >She is quickly answered by a quivering voice, “Its two o’clock ma’am!”
- >She glances at the window, “Wow, that late already? Oh well, will someone take that fluffy pony and place him in the sun?”
- >She is quickly answered.
- >There is fear in the voice, “At once!”
- >You feel your sorry box being lifted.
- >”Oh no…. don’t carry the fluffy pony. Kick it outside!”
- >You feel yourself being dropped to the floor, ”Nuuu! Fwuffy am sowwy mommeh! Pwease nuu mo owwies!”
- >You are ignored as you are kicked down the hall to the door.
- >You bounce along getting more bruised as the iron bars dig even deeper.
- >You feel like one of your knees pop as you land viciously on the hard wood floor.
- >You are kicked out the door and you fly through the air.
- >You land face first on the dirt outside.
- >Your sore nose drags across the ground causing boo boo juice to free flow from it.
- >You are on your side crying.
- >Your leggies hurt and you have the biggest boo boos you can remember.
- >”Wahhhhh! Pwease hewp fwuffy! Wahhhhh! Fwuffy am sowwy! Fwuffy so sowwy! Wahhhhhh!”
- >All the passersby just walk past not even looking at you.
- >You lay whining as the sun beats down on you.
- >Your throat gets dry as you get hotter and hotter.
- >You whine pitifully as you lay in misery.
- >”Huuuuu.. hu-huuuu… fwuffy wan sippies… huuuuu… pwease hewp fwuffy…”
- >You are malevolently ignored by all who hear you.
- >After what seems forever the door mommy went into opens again.
- >She is walking out!
- >”Yay! Mommeh! Pwease hewp fwuffy! Fwuffy am sowwy mommeh! Fwuffy wub yoo! Mommeh! Pwease mommeh! Fwuffy nee sippies! Mommeh! Mommeh!”
- >You keep pleading with your mommy but she doesn’t pay you any attention.
- >She seems preoccupied with who is next to her.
- >She seems to be talking down to her.
- >”…can’t even do math! Do you know how to carry ones!? “
- >The one on the receiving end of mommy’s anger is cowering.
- >”Please! I am so sorry! I can get the books in order! Just…just give me chance!”
- >Mommy walks into the middle of the street dragging the female behind her.
- >”Community college drop out! Why should you get another chance!? It is simple math!”
- >”Can you not even read a book! How can you allow yourself to be so stupid!?”
- >Mommy turns and looks down on the pleading woman.
- >”Please! Have mercy! I will fix the books I swear!”
- >Mommy hisses, “Stupidity doesn’t deserve a second chance to screw things up again…”
- >The female drops down almost crying and screeches, “PLEASE PRINCESS HAVE MERCY!”
- >Mommy lowers her horn and shoots a beam at the pony that has angered her.
- >The pony screams in agony as magic overtakes her body.
- >Cracks and snaps are heard as her body starts to shift.
- >Her legs start to crunch and shorten as her fur starts to poof out and turn fluffy.
- >Her body starts to shrink and her size gets smaller and smaller.
- >Finally where she once stood a fluffy pony has taken her place.
- >She stands up and looks around.
- >She sees the purple alicorn and gets a huge stupid smile on her face.
- >”Nyu fwen? Wan pway?”
- >Twilight looks down, “How about you shut up and get in your sorry box!”
- >Her horn glows again and a sorry box pops around the new fluffy.
- >It is wooden planks on the top and bottom with iron bars around the side.
- >The fluffy looks around and starts to struggle.
- >”Nuuu! Pwease wet fwuffy ou’ sowwy bawks! Will be gud fwuffy! Waahhhhhh!”
- >The alicorn looks around with her eyes glowing in white hot fires of rage.
- >“Ok peasants! Friendship does not pay for basic upkeep of Equestria! Taxes do!”
- >”Now elect a new mayor and make sure this one knows basic math!”
- >Call the citizens on the street cower in front of the magical princess.
- >She grabs you and the new fluffy and carries you back to her chariot.
- >She looks at the guard pulling it and says, “Back to Canterlot.”
- >”I have to tell Princess Celestia I have fixed the collection rate on taxes.”
- >You stand in your sorry box holding back tears.
- >At least you have a new friend now but she is crying too.
- >You wish you could hug her but your legs have bad owwies now.
- >The purple alicorn smiles down at you, “Oh you two are just going to love the dungeon!”
- >”Now, There is some shit on the floor that still needs cleaning.”
- >You and your new friend are having your faces buried in the brown filth and forced to eat.
- >You both cry as you both eat the bad poopies from the floor.
- >You have to do this because you are a bad fluffy.
- >You just can’t remember why.
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