Bees!

>"Sketties!" Your fluffy shouts
>You are sitting on the couch in your living room, trying to enjoy a drink and watch some news
>"Sketties!" it shouts again
>You try to ignore it, turning up the volume on your TV
>"Wan' sketties!" the fluffy cries out, trying to walk into your field of view
>"Go away, I'm watching television" you tell it
>"Bu' fwuffy wan' sketties!" it insists, trying to shout over the television
>"I said, go away! Don't make me get angry you little turd." You growl at it
>Her eyes water up and she stares at you, trying to influence you into getting her spaghetti
>"Don't look at me like that..." you speak in a lower tone
>"Aww fwuffy wan is sketties... Pwease give fwuffy sketties?" she whimpers
>You groan loudly and pause the television, standing up
>The fluffy's eyes dry up immediately as he realizes you're going to give her what she wants
>"You want spaghetti?" you ask her in an irritated tone
>"Fwuffy wan' sketties! Fwuffy wan sketties!" she cheers as she hops in circles around you
>"Come on then!" You grunt as you head into your kitchen
>She gleefully follows you as you approach the door leading to the backyard
>"Now listen carefully" you explain "We don't have any spaghetti, but I know where you can get some!"
>She looks up at you with wide eyes, excited for her delicious meal
>You open the back door, and point over to a tree
>Under the tree appears to be a bee's nest that had fallen out, and bees were swarming all over it
>"You see that little sack?" you ask as you point your finger to the bee's next
>"Fwuffy see! Fwuffy see!" she cheers happily
>"Charge into that thing as fast as you can and tear it open with all your might, and you'll have more spaghetti than you could ever imagine!" you assure her with a chipper tone
>"Yay sketties! Sketties!" She cheers, running out the back door
>"Fank 'ou daddy! Fwuffy wuv 'ou!" you hear her shout as you roll your eyes and close the glass door
>She rushes in and tackles the nest, tumbling over onto her back and giggling "Sketties fo' fwuffies now, pwease!" she asks happily
>The bees on the other hand are less than happy on this out right assault on their home
>Wow, she did it, she actually did it. What an absolute idiot
>She stops giggling as she hears the loud buzzing, looking up she notices the swarm of bees "Sketties?" she whimpers nervously
>The bees definitely have something for the nervous fluffy, but it isn't delicious Italian pasta
>The bees swarm down onto the fluffy and immediately begin trying to sting her
>Most of them just hit fluff and buzz back, trying to find a week spot
>She relaxes an giggles nervously as they swarm around her fluff
>The giggling is cut off as a bee finds a week spot, her face
>"Ouchies! Why buzzy fwen's huwt fwuffy!?" she yelps, shaking her head violently
>The shaking only pisses them off further, and they now understand that her head is the week point
>The bees are now swarming around her face, stinging her repeatedly "Ouchies! Stop huwting fwuffy now pwease!" she cries out, running around
>The stinging continues "Daddy! Hewp fwuffy! No sketties! Onwy ouchies!" she calls out for your help as she sprints around the yard
>The bees continue to sting her in the face, and she gets more and more desperate, trying to swipe them off her face with her tiny hooves
>She runs up to the door, shrieking "Hewp fwuffy, daddy! Save fwuffy!" she screams as she runs to your legs
>BAM! she runs face first into the glass door and falls back onto her butt, her nose bleeding
>She's sobbing her eyes out at this point, and the bees continue to sting her face "Ooowwiiies! Aww fwuffy wan' was sketties! Why big ouchies on fwuffy face!? Pwease hewp fwuffy!" she cries desperately as she sits there, taking the pain
>No way in hell are you opening the door for that little turd and letting all those damn bees in, no sir
>She scratches at the door, desperately begging you to let her in "Pwease wet fwuffy in! Fwuffy sowwy! Wuv 'ou! Pwease wet in daddy! Fwuffy be good!" she cries desperately
>You shake your head, talking to her through the glass "Didn't you want spaghetti?"
>"Fwuffy wan' sketties pwease! No wan' dis! We fwuffy in an' give sketties, pwease!" she pleads
>"I told you, you need to get the spaghetti from that bag! It's all we have for fluffy food." you lie
>"Pwease hewp fwuffy get ske-" her sentence is cut off by her own painful scream of terror
>A bee has stung her directly in one of her big sappy eyes, and she has fallen onto the ground sobbing in terror "WHY BIG OUCHIES?! WHA' FWUFFY DO!? ONWY WAN' SKETTIES! PWEASE HEWP! FWUFFY HUWT!" she sobs in pain, she's probably gone blind in that eye
>You shake your head and leave the kitchen, time for some TV
>The screaming dies down after about 20 minutes, and you get up to check on her
>She's up against the door, littered in bee corpses, her face and hooves are puffed up like balloons, and her cheeks are absolutely soaked in tears
>The bees are all either dead or gone, so you slowly slide open the door and kneel down "Did you get the spaghetti?" you ask
>"F-...Fwuffy huwt... Pwease hewp fwuffy..." she whimpers desperately
>"I asked you a question, did you get the spaghetti?"
>"N-...No sketties... Onwy ouchies..." she sniffles
>You snatch her by the fluff and bring her inside "Then I guess you go hungry tonight." you tell her
>"Whaa'? Pwease no! Fwuffy need foodies! Fwuffy hungwy! Need foodsies and huggies! Fwuffy huwt! Need huggies make bettew!" she begs
>"No! You insisted on spaghetti, and since you couldn't get it, you have to go hungry" you tell her as you walk up to the 4 foot gate leading to her safety room
>"Pwease give fwuffy huggies and sketties!" she begs one last time before you drop her inside
>She screams in terror as she lands on the floor, right on her horribly stung up face
>"Why daddy no give fwuffy huggies?!" she asks nobody in particular as you close the door and turn the lights off inside
>You can hear her sobbing through the door as you go to the kitchen and fix yourself a steak