Hugo the Fluffy Brat

1/9
>Own one fluffy pony.
>Hugo; a yellow unicorn stallion with green mane.
>Spoiled brat fluffy, but that's as much your fault as his.
>Has a big safe room with toys.
>Plenty of food.
>Fenced in back-yard...net above to keep out hawks.
>Everything his little fluffy heart could desire.
>You even let him have friends.
>Sometimes strays and ferals come into the yard.
>If they're friendly and non-aggressive you let them stay a while.
>Hugo enjoys playing with these "fwiends."
>When it gets dark you bring Hugo inside.
>Strays always whimper and beg to come inside.
>"Pwease new daddee?" "Come inside?" "Haf nummies?"
>That's a big N-O.
>One fluffy pony is enough.
>They'll sit in the back yard and cry for hours.
>If they're too noisy you go out and spray them with the hose.
>Either way they're gone by morning.
One day...
>Hugo hops up on your lap.
>"Daddee...fwuffy pwease wan' fwiends."
"Hugo, I let your fluffy pony friends play in the backyard all the time."
>"Nuuu! Fwuffy wan' fwiends come inside! Fwiends stay!"
"No, Hugo...there's only room for one fluffy pony here."
>Hugo cries, begs and even throws a small tantrum.
>Maybe he does need some friends.
>Maybe you can teach Hugo a lesson.

2/9
>Saturday...home from work.
>Fluffy pony is out in the backyard, playing with some strays.
>5 adults, three foals.
>They don't seem to have a leader.
>This is a good group for your little experiment.
"Hugo, come on over here!"
>Your fluffy rushes over happily.
"Do you like these fluffies?"
>"Yes! Yes daddee! Fwuffy wuv fwiends! Fwiends can stay, come inside pwease?"
"Okay...yes, your friends can stay if they want."
>Hugo looks up at you dumbly.
>It takes his feeble fluffy mind a few moments to register.
>"Fwiends...stay? Wive wif fwuffy inside?"
"Yes Hugo, that's what I said."
>"Yay! Wuv daddee!"
>Hugo scampers off to tell stray fluffies.
>This is gonna be a lot of work for you, but hopefully it'll be worth it.

>Your new herd rushes inside.
>9 fluff-balls; bouncing off your heels and falling over themselves.
>For 30 minutes the new arrivals rush around, exploring everything.
>It's okay...house is pretty much fluffy-safe.
"Okay fluff-balls, gather around now!"
>You're mobbed by fluffy ponies.
>"Yay!" "Gif new daddee huggies!" "When nummies?"
"No hugs now...you need to learn the rules."
>Explain the litterbox.
>Explain the concept of meal-times.
>Explain that fluffies must stay in the safe-room when you are gone.
>Wonder how much they actually understand.

3/9
>First week is rough.
>You clean up a lot of poop.
>You break up a lot of fights.
>There's a lot of broken furniture and dug up flowerbeds.
>Fluffies spend a lot of time in the "sorry box."
>Hugo seems to be enjoying it though.
>He's taken the role of Alpha.
>Thankfully he's not referring to himself as "Smarty Fwiend."
>He's the first to rat another fluffy out when they've done something bad.
>Other fluffies defer to him when it comes to food or toys.
>That's not gonna last...you know it.
>You try hard to give each fluffy equal attention.
>Hugo doesn't like this.
>He cries and complains when he doesn't get extra attention.
"You wanted your friends to live here, Hugo...now you're all equal."
>Yeah...like a fluffy brain could ever understand that.
>"Whaaahh! Fwuffy hewe fiwst!"
>Thwack him on the nose before he goes full-blown tantrum.
>Hugo is silent, and sniffles a few times.
>Tears pooling up in his big eyes.
>Times are a-changin'.

4/9
>Things aren't so cheerful by week three.
>Other fluffies are getting used to living in your house.
>Hugo no longer seems special.
>He's losing his grip on power.
>Fluffies no longer wait for him to eat first.
>Toys are now shared.
>Your attention is split between 9 fluffies.
One night at bed-time...
>Herd fluffy ponies into safe-room.
>Normal complaining and whimpering.
>"Fwuffy wan' pway!" "Nu tiwed!" "Pwease nu scawy dawk time!"
>They'll be asleep in minutes.
>Hugo is last to go inside.
"Come on Hugo...bed time."
>"Pwease fwuffy can stay wif daddee?"
"No Hugo, fluffy ponies all sleep here in the safe-room."
>Hugo rubs against your leg.
>"Nuuuu...fwuffy am speciaw fwuffy...stay wif daddee."
"You know better, go to sleep Hugo."
>Fluffy shit storm breaks out.
>Hugo clamps onto your leg, begins crying.
>"Nuuu! Dun wan safe-woom! Fwuffy wan stay wif daddee!"
>Full blown temper tantrum.
>*groan* He's probably just tired.
>Pick him up...kicking and screaming.
>Lay him in the fluff pile.
>Hugo bucks his way out rudely.
>Other fluffies complain; "Owwie!" "Why fwuffy huwt?"
>Hugo rushes the door...you close it in time.
>Hear him thumping and crying to be let out.
>Ignore it...he'll tire out soon.

5/9
Three hours later...
>Your bed-time.
>Finish beer...brush teeth.
>Check on fluffy ponies like you always do.
>ohshit.jpg
>Hugo is still banging on the door.
>You can hear his little voice yelling.
>Open it up.
>Hugo rushes out and hugs your leg.
>"Yay! Daddee come get fwuffy!"
"Hugo, why aren't you in bed?"
>Other fluffies look tired & angry.
>Foals are crying.
>Hugo's bratty behavior has kept them all awake.
>Even worse, he's torn up pillows and broken toys.
"Get over here Hugo."
>Pick him up by the scruff.
>Hugo immediately knows you're mad.
>He's not getting what he wants.
>Switches into apology panic mode.
>"Fwuffy sowwee! Fwuffy be good!"
"Fluffy is going to the sorry-box!"
>Hugo wails in dismay.
>"Nuuu! Pwease nu sowee box! Fwuffy pwomise be good!"
>Normal sorry-box is too narrow to sleep in.
>He can't stand up all night...you want him to sleep.
>Lay Hugo down in a packing box.
>Toss in a sweatshirt as a blanket.
>"Nuu! Pwease...Hugo nu wan sweep in sowee box!"
"Bad fluffies stay in the sorry box, Hugo.  Good Night."
>Leave him alone in the storage room.
>He can make all the noise he wants in there.

6/9
>Things don't get much better.
>It's been a month now.
>The other fluffies are doing fine.
>It's a lot of work taking care of 9 fluffies.
>Hugo is the worst though.
Snack time...
>You have a bunch of grapes to give out as treats.
>All fluffies eagerly beg for "nummies."
>Hopping excitedly at your feet.
>You give the first one to a meek filly you call Bluebell.
>That triggers another tantrum from selfish Hugo.
>He bites Bluebell's ear.
>She squeals, drops her treat and flees.
>Before Hugo can eat her grape you snatch him up roughly.
>Hugo cries at percieved injustice.
>"Whhaaahh! Why daddee gif fwuffy owwieS!?"
>Bad fluffy goes in the sorry-box.
>The real one this time...that forces fluffy to stand.
>Give all the others their snack.
>Take 15 minutes to get whimpering Bluebell out of her hiding place under the couch.
>Make sure she gets a grape too.
>Once Hugo's hour is up, let him out of the sorry box.
>He's sniffling, face fluff soaked with tears.
>"Weggies huwt...fwuffy hungwy."
"That's too bad, Hugo.  The sorry box makes your legs hurt...and you missed snack time because you were bad."
>Hugo cries and protests but you set him down.
>Quick whack on the butt...tell him to go play.
10 minutes later...
>Hear crash from the kitchen.
>Hugo has knocked over stool.
>You see him scurry out of the kitchen...a trail of grapes behind.
>He's easy to catch.

7/9
>Hugo tries to escape with the entire bunch of grapes.
>You grab him by the tail.
>This is too much.
>Hugo is howling and throwing a tantrum.
>Whaaaa! Why dummy fwuffies get nummies not fwuffy!? Fwuffy wan'!"
>Kicking his little legs frantically.
>You don't like to use the sorry-stick.
>Today there is no doubt.
>Fetch sorry-stick from its place in the closet.
>Hugo goes ape shit when he sees it.
>"Whhhahh! Nuuu! Fwuffy nu wan' spankies! Pwease daddee nuuu!!!"
>Put fluffy over the arm of the couch.
>Yank up tail.
>Proceed to whip fluffy butt with sorry stick.
>Hugo screams and thrashes, but can not escape.
>You give fluffy a good long ass whipping.
>Fluffy gets another hour in the sorry-box.
>After that; locked alone in the safe room until dinner-time.
>This started as an experiment to teach Hugo a lesson.
>It's actually you learning.
>Hugo is worst fluffy.

8/9
That night before bedtime.
>Fluffies playing or watching TV with you.
>Hugo approaches you meekly.
"Do you have something to say, Hugo?"
>"Fwuffy no wike odder fwuffies. Fwuffy wan' fwuffies go 'way."
"But you wanted your friends to stay."
>"Fwuffy no wike fwiends.  Fwiends dummy fwuffies."
>You know the problem is with Hugo, not the others.
>But this was the desired result of the experiment.
>Hugo has learned sharing his home isn't all fun & games.
"Okay Hugo...we'll find new homes for your friends."

>Over the next week you seek out good homes.
>Some of your fluffies are unhappy to leave.
>All of them take it well though.
>They've all lived as strays.
>They're just happy not to be thrown away again.
>Soon you're down to your last two.
>Hugo & Bluebell.
>You'd really like to keep Bluebell.
>She's polite, quiet, never demanding.
>She'd be traumatized by moving to a new home.
"What do you say we keep Bluebell, Hugo?"
>Hugo puffs up his cheeks.
>"Nu dummy fwuffies! Awl fwuffies go 'way!"
"I'm sure there's room for two fluffy ponies."
>"Nu! One fwuffy onwy!"
"Well, it's hard to find a good home for Bluebell...she's so shy."
"Thwow fwuffy out! Dummy fwuffy wive outside!"
>You look at both your fluffy ponies.
>Bluebell; sitting quietly, playing with blocks.
>Hugo; cheeks puffed, demanding you throw Bluebell out.
>The choice is easy.

9/9
"You're right Hugo...there's only room for one fluffy."
>Grab him by his fluff.
>Hugo squeals in pain.
"And I'm throwing the bad fluffy out of my house."
>Slide open back door.
>Toss Hugo out on the grass.
>"Owwiee!"
>Close the door.
>Shocked, Hugo scrambles back and scrapes his hooves on the glass.
>"Fwuffy wan' inside! Why daddee put fwuffy outside?"
>Ignore him...he's not your fluffy anymore.
>Bluebell is.
>Sit down, pat your lap.
>Bluebell smiles and accepts your invitation.
>She never dared sit in your lap while bully Hugo was around.
>Fluffy happily curls up in your lap as you scratch her ears.
>That night you both eat spaghetti.
>Bluebell goes to sleep in the safe-room without complaint.

>After dark, Hugo is still at the back door, crying and scratching.
>Hooves rubbed raw on the glass.
>Face fluff soaked with tears.
>"Fwuffy pwease inside, daddee! So scawy dawk!"
>Slide the glass door open.
>He tries to run inside but you boot him back.
>Confused Hugo looks up at you and bawls.
>Blast him with the hose.
>That's how you've always dealt with fluffy strays.