Happy Time Fluffy Sitter Part 2

>You are an aqua earth fluffy with green hair and red eyes.
>Daddy calls you Minty.
>You are a happy fluffy pony.
>You are excited because daddy is taking to the stay at day place!
>You are telling your daddy everything you plan on doing today.
>”Minty am gowing to wun and pway and wun and gif huggies and jump and wun and pway wif fwuffies and pway and….”
>He gets to the door and knocks on it.
>Yay! Now you get to see-
>”Hello, my name is Mary Sue.”
>…that isn’t mister nice human…
>A young woman in her mid-twenties opens the door.
>”Well hello yourself, where is the guy who runs this place?”
>She looks at your daddy, ”Grand dad? We had to step in and help him out.”
>”He had let this place go, there was poop all over the place and it was falling into disrepair.”
>Your daddy look at her, “Yea, I was noticing it kind of smelled when I dropped Minty off.”
>”Anyway, I am running it now and there will be no change to fees or hours.”
>”I have a degree in fluffology and am dieing to try out some of the things I learned.”
>”I plan to make this the funnest fluffy sitter care in the city!”
>Your daddy smiles, “Well sounds good. Here is Minty, I hope you two get along!”
>You giggle as the young woman picks you up.
>She carries you inside and you look around.
>”Whewe misteh nice hoomin?”
>She nuzzles your belly making you laugh, “Oh isn’t it so precious you asking about grandpa!”
>She sets you down behind the fence, “He is in a good place where people can take care of him.”
>You set back and clap, “fwuffy happy misteh nice hoomin be take… be… am happy!”
>You decide to take care of your tummy owies before they become tummy owies.
>You walk over to the…
>Where is the trough?
>You look around realizing your pen has changed.
>There are no toys on the floor and the food trough is missing.
>Maybe it is outside.
>You can’t wait to get some nummies!
>You giggle and truddle to the-
>”OWIES!”
>You just ran into the door!
>You sit down and rub your boo boo nose and look up.
>Why is the door closed?
>You hear squeals behind you.
>You turn and see the female fluffies looking at the bestest fluffy walking by.
>”Hewwo fwuffies! Banahnah am hewe!”
>You truddle up to Banana, “Hewwo fwen! Wan pway?”
>Banana looks around, “Wan pway bu’ nuu toys fo Banahnah. Can fwuffies fin toys pwease?”
>All the fluffies who hear go running about, “Fwuffy fin toy fo bestest smawtest fwuffy!”
>You get caught up in the search too.
>You search all around but can’t find any toys.
>But you notice the floor looks different.
>The new linoleum floor is white and shiny.
>”Oooo, wook at pwetty fwuffy!”
>You look over and Missy is looking at her reflection in the floor.
>You walk over and look at the reflection too, “Dat fwuffy wook wik yoo.”
>She looks up and sees you, “Yay! Yoo fwuffy tink Missy am pwetty!”
>She hugs you!
>Oh no! your pee pee place is being naughty again!
>”Ok babies! Who wants to watch some TV!?”
>You look up and the young lady is standing at the fence.
>You have completely forgot about the toy hunt.
>You walk up to the young lady, ”Whewe misteh nice hoomin?”
>She smiles at you, “He’s not here sweety.”
>She claps and all the fluffies jump and look at her.
>”Why nice hoomin make scawy sound?”
>”Ok my little babies! Our first activity today is watching TV! Who’s excited!?”
>The fluffies look up at the lady, “Wha tee bee?”
>”Oh that’s right. Gradpa let you run around wild… you probably don’t know what a TV is.”
>She leaves and brings a big box on wheels out an places it beside the fence.
>”This is a TV, this is our first fun activity today!”
>All the fluffies cheer, “yay! Fwuffy haf funsies!”
>You start to run randomly giggling.
>The other fluffies around youall go into impromptu games of chase and peek a boo.
>”No! No my babies! This isn’t play time!”
>The fluffies all stop and look confused again, “Nuu pway? But fwuffy wan pway!”
>”Oh don’t worry! I know you will love the TV! Here…”
>She turns on the box and it starts to make pictures!
>”..and now on fluff TV… Babies!”
>Images of little foals come onto the screen.
>They are crawling around chirping and one is trying to get a pacifier into its little mouth.
>All the female fluffies squeal and charge the cage.
>The lady looks down, “Ok everyone! Sit down and watch the show!”
>You look at the glowing box.
>The babies look cute but you don’t really see anything special about them.
>You sit and look at the TV for a bit and start to get bored.
>You decide now is a good time for a game of roll.
>You start to roll around on the ground and you bump into another fluffy.
>You scramble up, “Fwuffy am sowwy! Am fwuffy otay!?”
>You look up and see the confident as ever Banana.
>Oh no! You bumped the bestest smartiest fluffy!
>You grab and hug him, ”Minty am sowwy! Nuu mean gif owies to Bahnahbah!”
>He gives a small giggle, “Yoo nuu gif owies Banahnah.”
>You sit back and sigh with relief.
>Banana gets up and starts walking away.
>You look at him, “Whewe fwen go?”
>”Banahnah wan go pway, go to outside pwace.”
>That sounds like a good idea!
>You follow behind Banana  to the door.
>”Why way out side cwosed?”, Banana wonders.
>He starts to push on the door.
>You decide to help him and the two of you valiantly kick at the floor to open the way to the back yard.
>All the two of you manage to do is shuffle your back hoofs across the lenolium.
>”What are you two doing?”
>You turn and see the lady walking up to you.
>”Banahnah wan out! Banahnah wan pway!”
>She just smiles, “But play time is later sweetie,, now is TV time.”
>You look up, “Bu’ dee bee amm nuu fun fo Minty, wan toy an pway.”
>She reaches down and picks the two of you up and caaries you back to the group, “You’ll grow to love the TV, just watch it for right now.”
>You sit sulking, “Nuu wan wook bee tee…”
>You keep glancing up and seeing the lady watching you.
>Banana turns and walks away agin, “Tee dee dum! Banahnah go pway!”
>You turn and start to follow him.
>Other fluffies turn and look at him.
>”Banahnah wan pway den fwuffy wan pway too!”
>”Oh no little mister!”
>The lady walks out and picks up Banana.
>He looks up wagging his tail, “Yoo pway wif Banahnah?”
>”No! I told you it’s time for TV and you disobeyed! Now you have to go in the sorry box!”
>Banana looks confused, “Wha sowwy bawks? Pway dere?”
>You know what a sorry box is…
>Daddy puts you in that when you are bad.
>But Banana wasn’t bad, he was just going to play.
>The lady walks over and opens a pet carrier and places Banana in it.
>When she shuts the door he starts to wail, “Nuuuu! Pwease nuu weave Banahnah! Wan pway! Nuu wan sowwies! Wahhhhh!”
>You truddle to the sorry box, “It otay fwen! Minty gif huggies!”
>The lady picks you up and holds you in front of her face, “Do you want the sorry box too?”
>You freeze and start shaking your head, “Nuu! Nuu wan sowwy bawks!”
>”Then you sit down and watch TV little mister!”
>She sits you down facing the glowing box again.
>You hear Banana crying behind you.
>Mister nice human never put any fluffies in a sorry box.
>You watch the glowing box watching the baby fluffies crawl and chirp.
>Every once in a while it shows a baby fluffy suckling on a bottle.
>The females all moan watching.
>You hang your head down.
>You wish you were having fun.
>After an eternity the lady turns off the TV.
>The females start to stomp, “Whewe babeh go! Wan babeh!”
>”Sorry little ones but now is time for playing with balls.”
>Playing with balls!
>You perk up!
>You love playing with balls!
>”Nuu! Gif babehs! Fwuffy wan babehs!”
>She rolls the TV away as some of the fluffies pad at the fence still wanting babies.
>She comes back with a box and starts to toss out little balls into the play area.
>There are some basket balls, foot balls, soccerballs, high bounce balls, you stare at amazement as they bounce about.
>”Wahhh! Banahnah wan pway! Why meanie hoomin nuu wet Banhanah pway!”
>The lady walks to the sorry box and opens it, “Sorry time is over, you can play now.”
>”But remember you have to listen to me, those are the rules.”
>Banana hurries away from the woman and hides behind a football until she turns and walks away.
>You grab a small basketball and nose it over to the bestest smartiest fluffy.
>”Minty haf baww! Pway!”
>The ball just rolls by him as he sniffles, “Banahnah nuu wike sowwy bawks… nuu wike wules…”
>You jump over and hug him, “Pwease nuu be saddies! Huggies make fwen betteh!”
>He quits sniffling and starts to smile confidently again, “Banahnah tank fwen! Fwen pway wif Banahnah!”
>The two of you start to nose a ball to each other smiling and giggling.
> Beulah walks over, “Beula wan pway too! Beula wan…wan.. Nuuuu!”
>Her face contorts and she raises her tail and lets out a stream of poop.
>Banana and you back away, “Nuu smeww pwetty…”
>Beulah turns and covers her face, “Nuuuu! Fwuffy haf fun an foget make gud poopies!”
>The lady walks over, “Oh no! it looks like my little precious has had an accident… well accident or no it is against the rules to make bad poopies.”
>Beula starts to whine, “Bu’ Beula nuu mean ma’ bad poopies… Beula am sowwy… pwease nuu mad at Beula…”
>”Oh I’m not mad but you have to be punished, rules are rules for a reason.”
>Beulah starts to cry as the woman picks her up and carry her to the sorry box.
>You waddle behind her begging, “Nuuu! Nee’ pway wif fwen! Pwease nuu sowwies!”
>After she pits Beulah in the sorry box she turns to you, “I’m msorry but we can’t have fluffy pooping all over the place.”
>You lower your head and head back nosing the ball back and forth with Banana trying to ignore Beulah’s crying and padding at the door of the sorry box.
>The woman cleans the bad poopie.
>After a while the lady lets Beulah out and she comes over to play with Banana and you.
>But that is short lived as the lady comes in and takes the balls.
>The fluffies protest as she takes the balls away in a box.
>”Its ok babies-“
>”Babbehs! Whewe babbehs!”, the female fluffies go nuts again.
>The woman finally quiets them down.
>”Its ok little ones, its nummy time now.”
>She sets out bowls of kibble and fluffies hungrily eat their food.
>You are wagging your tail as your bowl is placed in front of you and you hungrily comp and smack at your lunch.
>In the feeding frenzy some fluffies get finished early and try to eat some of the other kibble.
>They summarily get the sorry box.
>After all fluffies are finished, in about five minutes, the woman picks up the bowls and puts them away to be washed later.
>She comes back smiling, “Ok! Who’s ready to sing some songs!?”
>The fluffies look up confused, “Wha sing?”
>”You know, songs! I’ll start off! If you know the song join in!”
>She raises her hands and places her fore finger and thumb on each hand together then starts to alternate them
>”The itsy bitsy spider comes down the water spout!...”
>”NUUU! MUNSTA!”, “Wa wa bad fo fwuffy!”, “Hewp fwuffy!”, “AHHHHH!!!”
>The fluffies panic and start to run in all directions from the horror that the woman just described.
>She gathers you all together again explaining there is no water or monster.
>You decide to trust her but you still look around to make sure.
>She sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the ABC’s.
>All fluffies are transfixed by her singing.
>Suddenly Missy starts to jump, “Missy wan sing! Wet Missy sing!”
>The woman picks her up and holds her up as she lets out a series of coos, hums and squees.
>It is out of tune and rhythm but it sounds like angels singing to your ears.
>When she finishes all the fluffies cheer and talk about how beautiful it was.
>The woman sets down Missy and stands up, “Ok! Who wants to play outside!?”
>All the fluffies cheer!
>You start to truddle to the door.
>You can’t wait to get outside and run and jump and roll and play and-
>Oh no!
>You raise your tail and make bad poopies.
>You keep truddling and feel two hands grab your sides and pick you up.
>You are happy, “Yay! Minty get huggies!”
>”Oh no you don’t little mister!”
>Wait, is the lady mad at you?
>”You made bad poopies! You get the sorry box!”
>“You wiggle your legs in protest, “Nuu! Minty nuu wan sowwy bawks! Wan pway!”
>”Sorry but you have to follow the rules!”
>You are placed in a carrier and the door closed.
>You bawl as you pad at the door uselessly, “Wahhhh! Minty am sowwy! Minty fowwow wules!”
>She just walks away.
>Stupid rules… mister nice human never did any of this meanie stuff!
> You never got sorries for bad poopies before!
>You lay crying as you hear the other fluffies outside giggling and playing.
>”WAHHHHHHH!”
>No fluffy comes to help you.
>This new lady is a meanie!
>Your vision is blurred by tears and you see the meanie lady looking out at the playing fluffies.
>You wish you could play…
>You have been stuck in this box for what seems like eternity.
>You lay on your belly wondering how you will eat.
>You are never going to get out of this box!
>”Minty am sowwy! Wahhhhhh!”
>Why doesn’t she listen to you!?
>Finally the fluffies come back in.
>Hey! There’s Banana!
>”Hewp Minty! Minty nuu wan sowwy bawks! Wahhhh!”
>They don’t pay any attention to you.
>Banana sets back and seems to be talking to all the fluffies.
>They are in a circle around him listening intently.
>He smiles at them.
>There is a little sparkle in his teeth.
>You wish you were out with Banana.
>A man walks in.
>”Where is my big man!?”
>Banana’s eyes light up, “Daddeh!”
>He truddles to the fence and the man picks him up.
>You wish your daddy was here.
>The meanie lady steps over the fence, “Can I speak with you a minute sir?”
>Why are they walking to the corner?
>No! They are forgetting you!
>”Wahhhhh! Wet Minty ou’! Minty nuu wan sowwy bawks!”
>The man steps back with a shocked look on his face, “A smarty!?”
>The woman hushes the man and keeps whispering.
>Banana looks confused, “Daddeh! Daddeh! Why nuu get Banahnah? Banahnah hewe daddeh!”
>The man listens to the meanie woman some more then walks over and picks up Banana.
>Banana hugs the man’s neck.
>The man walks off holding his head down.
>Banana looks at the man, “Why daddeh wook saddies?”
>”Daddy was just told the rules about potential smarties…”
>Banana grabs his neck tight, “Nuu wowwies daddeh! Huggie make efewy ting betteh!”
>The meanie woman walks over and opens your carrier.
>You scurry out, “Wahhhh! Nuu wan sowwy bawks nuu mo! Wahhhhhh!”
>She quickly grabs you and holds you up in front of her face, “No more bad poopies and no more sorry box, ok?”
>You still have tears coming down your face, “Minty nuu bad poopie nuu mo… pwease nuu sowwy bawks…”
>She sits you back down and you truddle to the rest of the fluffies and lay on the ground quivering and sniffling.
>Beulah bounds in front of you, “Beula wook fo fwen when pway. Where fwen?”
>You look at her sniffling, “Minty nee huggies…”
>Beulah quickly hugs your neck, “Gif fwen gud huggies!”
>You smile and start to wag your tail, huggies make everything better.
>Missy truddle in front of you and smiles, “Missy wike nyu nice hoomin! She am fun!”
>You gasp at the pretty fluffy.
>”Nuu! Hoomin nuu fun! Hoomin meanie!”
>She looks at you hurt, “Nuu! Hoomin am fun! Missy wike nyu wules!”
>Beulah quits hugging you and turns herself, “Beula nuu wike wules! Nuu wike sowwy bawks!”
>”Bu’ missy wike wules…”
>She walks next to you and rubs against your side, “Yoo wike wules fo Missy?”
>You get a funny feeling and you start to agree, “Minty wike wules too!”
>Missy jumps happily, “Yay! Missy nuu onwy fwuffy wike nyu hoomin!”
>Beulah stomps angrily, “Nuu! Nuu wike wules!”
>She looks at you and yells, “Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>You give her a hug.
>She smiles, “Yoo gud fwuffy again!”
>Finally your daddy shows up and carries you out.
>”Did you have fun today champ?’
>”Minty get sowwy bawks daddy… nuu wike sowwy bawks…”
>He scruffs your mane, “Well, it is just new rules. You will get used to them.”