Title:           Mommy Knows Best
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Friday 27th of June 2014 10:21:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 27th of June 2014 10:21:31 PM CDT

>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.