Title:           Keikaku
Author:          Bronitz
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First Edit:      Saturday 3rd of November 2012 12:36:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 3rd of November 2012 12:36:41 PM CDT

Heatseeker Boy 10/29/12(Mon)07:16 No.5367342
 
>be anon
>have a well-behaved fluffy named Wind
>didn't want to name her something she couldn't say; that would just be mean
>she's particularly well-behaved because you "broke" her early on
>and man, was it ever like getting Kunta Kinte to call himself Toby
>went through a few sorry sticks, but she got it in the end
>luckily enough, due to the nature of fluffy memory, she soon forgot why she wanted, no, NEEDED to behave
>but she never stopped loving you
>but today is a little different
>maybe the training is wearing off or something, but Wind shit on the floor.
>It's the first time in a really long time, you you'll go easy on her.
>"Wind?" you call, standing in front of the pile of feces on the rug.
>man, that rug really tied the room together.
>"Fwuffy sowwy," came the meek call from the hallway.
>"Wind. Get. in. here. now." you say, punctuating each syllable with a clap of your hands.
>Wind drags herself into the room, tears of anticipation soaking into her fluff
 
>"Wind, what is this?" you ask, all mock-saccharine- like.
>As if she can tell the difference.
>"Dey bad poopies," she says, her voice going two octaves higher than usual.
>"What happens when fluffies make bad poopies?"
>Something primal in her clicks as she has a flashback of her house-training.
>She looses all sense of modesty and begins to cry.
>"Huuuuhuuuuuhuuuuuuuu, pwease, Daddeh, no wan sowwy stick! Pwease! Nuuuuuuuu!" she wails.
>"Of course I won't give you the sorry stick. I have something more humane in mind," you say.
>"Nu sowwy stick?" she whimpers.
>"No sorry stick," you say.
>You walk to the kitchen, Wind in tow, and put a small pot of water on the stove to boil.
>Wind begins to jump around excitedly, as to her, this has only ever meant spaghetti.
>"Nu sowwy stick AN sketties? Daddeh bes' daddeh in ho-wai-wowd!" she exclaims joyously.
>While the water boils, you clean the shit off the rug.
>Man, that rug really tied the room together.
 
>Run upstairs to your computer
>what was it that flufftv said the other day? Discipline your fluffies with a random item so they don't fear all stick-shaped items?
>This is what you had in mind
>Haha! Clumsy Jeremy, always leaving his things here
>this time he left an anal syringe you two use to clean out before sex
>Snatch up the soon-to-be-unclean syringe from the floor next to your desk
>run back down to the kitchen, where Wind is, proverbially speaking, about to shit herself from anticipation of spaghetti
>The water has come to a boil
>all according to keikaku
>pick Wind up, hold her, and look into her face
>"Before we begin," you say, "I want you to know that this is for making bad poopies outside the litterbox."
>He excitement turns to abject fear.
>Her tiny legs begin to scramble as fast as she can manipulate them, and begins to wail again.
>"NUUUUUUU! FWUFFY SOWWY DADDEH! NU WAN SOWWY STICK! HUUUUUHUUUUUHUUUUUUHUUUUUU!"
>She's a terrible actress; you can tell her cries are fake and that she's not actually sorry. She would have used her name otherwise.
>No matter.
>Crouch down and hold her over your knee as if she was going to get spanked
>Draw a bit of the boiling water into the syringe
>insert into her anus
>plunge
 
>the boiling water fills her anus
>She gasps for a brief moment, completely taken aback by this new type of pain; she's in shock until—
>"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! POOPIE PWACE STING! POOPIE PWACE STING!" she shouts.
>You hope the neighbors can't hear.
>You expected to hear her shout of burning, but recalling the many times you've been scalded by your own clumsiness, you agree that stinging is a more accurate description of the sensation.
>Stand up and hold her over the sink in case of spillage.
>"OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE! Daddeh, why huwt Wind?" she cries
>"I just explained this! It's because you went bad poopies on the rug! THAT RUG TIED THE ROOM TOGETHER!" you yell in her face.
>She begins to drain out, sobbing inconsolably the whole time.
>she is beyond the capacity for words, having melted into the abyss of sheer agony that robs a being of all desire but death.
>The initial pain isn't what your were aiming for.
>It's going to hurt like a motherfucker when she shits for the next week or so.
>that will teach her a lesson.
>All according to keikaku
 
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