Bloggers and Fluffies

>You are a world famous blogger.
>And you have to expose the world to the next holocaust and stop it before it begins.
>You sit at your computer ready to type out you stinging words of cutting edge truth to open the eyes of the masses to the horrific caricatures that have the audacity to get more hits than you have tweeter followers!
>You are going to fucking lay it out for the world to see!
>You take a sip of your diet cola.
>Oh no! Time to purge!
>Got to keep your model figure!
>You start to think of the vapid comment you shall orchestrate as you are shoving your finger to the back of your throat.
>You get back to the computer to write your well researched story that will make your followers scream about your brilliance once again.
>And you put five minutes on google this time!
>Twice as long as you normally do!
>”How wong mommeh wowk.. fwuffy wan pway…”
>Your pet fluffy waddles next to your leg.
>Such a sweet thing!
>How can these assholes, who you learned about last night from one of your friends over hearing a conversation, do art of these things being abused!?
>”Mommy is defending all of fluffy kind sweetie!”
>You start typing, ‘There are people who like things I do not so they are bad!’
>Yes! You are surely going to get that spot you applied for at MSNBC!
>Well that or Fox either is fine with you.
>Oh yea! You are feeling empowered!
>You get a smile on your face.
>You know what will make your swath of literary shaped tapestry of hard hitting dialogue even better.
>You look down at your fluffy who is smiling, humming and shaking its head badly at its own musical beat.
>You slowly extend your leg.
>The fluffy sees you and stops humming.
>He starts to get a sad look on his face.
>”Pwease mommeh… fwuffy nuu wike weggie game…”
>”Shut up! I am defending you right now so do what mommy wants!”
>You feel the tingle of excitement go up your spine as you watch the fluffy approach your leg.
>The fluff is so happy that you treat him so well he is sniffling.
>Oh yea! You feel him hop up on your leg.
>He fumbles a bit, “Why mommeh weggie soo widdle…”
>You feel exhilarated as the fluffy latches on.
>Time to write some more of your witty antidotal prose to embellish your outrage at such vileness being perpetrated by immoral posters on web sites that are full of heinous filth!
>Or at least you are pretty sure they are filled with filth.
>You haven’t actually gone to them but that doesn’t matter!
>’They draw bad things happening to fluffies so they are worse than Hitler!’
>You stop at the feeling of warmth now going up your leg.
>”Enf! Owies! Enf! Owies! Enf! Owies!.... “
>”Pwease mommeh.. yoo weg fwuff am grabbing fwuffy happy ting.. it gif owies…”
>”Shut up and keep going! Mommy is so close!”
>The tingles in you back get more intense as you feel the fluffy’s humps on your leg.
>Now you look at your skillfully crafted confection of tantalizing transfixing text created to confront the horror of cute and cuddly things having atrocious insensitive devastating injuries being thrown on them in a fantastic way.
>You realize the article isn’t near big enough.
>You know!
>You fill up the rest with pictures of what other people did!
>The happy tears of your fluffy tell you that what you are doing is right on target.
>”Enf! Owies! Enf! Owies! Enf! Enf! Owieeesss! Owiees! Huu huuu… can fwuffy nuu pway nuu mo mommeh? Huuu huuuu…”
>You feel the happy juice splatter your leg.
>Having your fluffy hump your leg always makes posting so much better.
>You post your hard hitting article as you start to shlick uncontrollably.
>This is what blogging is all about!
>Your fluffy is drug and jerked around by the hairs on your leg as you kick them about.
>”Yes! Yes! Yeeeeessssss!”
>Shivers go through your body as you finish.
>The fluffy lays crying with his no nos firmly stuck in your unshaven leg.
>There are small cuts and abrasion covering it.
>He loves you that much!
>Why would anyone want to hurt such cute things.
>You know he wants to be with his mommy but you have other things to do.
>Besides, now everyone in the library is staring at you.
>Fascist!
>You pour some of your diet cola on his member.
>He lets out a happy wail as the cola foams up getting the hair of his penis.
>He is lucky to have such a wonderful owner, nothing like these assholes who abuse!
>You get ready to leave and pull out a celery stack and nibble on it.
>Oh no!
>Time to purge!