- >Fluffy is well behaved so you give her privileges.
- >She is allowed to roam the house while you're at work.
- >There is a doggy door to the backyard if she wants to play outside.
- >For the six months you've had her she hasn't once gotten hurt, broken something, or pooped outside the litterbox.
- >Considering you got her when she was two weeks old, she basically has a clean record.
- >That doesn't take into account how fluffies act when they're in heat, though.
- >Come back from work.
- >You open the door and call for fluffy.
- >Strange, usually it's her favorite part of the day to give you hugs when you come back.
- >Since she could be inside or outside, you have a lot of ground to cover to find her.
- >Already starting to look like a bad idea giving her privileges.
- >Search her safe room, your bedroom, kitchen, everywhere, but no fluffy.
- >Okay she must be outside then.
- >Look out the back door.
- >Phew, yep she's there, sitting in the middle of the grass.
- >Wait, what the fuck?
- >Your fluffy is orange, and from where you are you can see orange, and grey.
- >There's a stray fluffy in your yard!
- >Immediately run out to where she is.
- >Gonna figure out how it could have gotten in through your stone fence later.
- >As you approach, the fluffies notice and they both get into a frenzy of happy babbling.
- "Fluffy what the fuck is this?"
- >"New fwend daddy!"
- >"Hi mista! You new fwuffy daddeh?"
- >They always think the next person they see is their new daddy or mommy.
- >"Fwuffy wuv speshew fwend..."
- >When she says this they both embrace in hugging with the most retarded smiles you've ever seen.
- "Special friend? What the hell?"
- >"Speshew fwend is husban! Wuv fwuffy husban!"
- >"Wuv wifey. Gave speshew huggies, gif babehs."
- >Disgusting, she mated with this street trash, shit-encrusted grey fluffy.
- >You pick her up by her neck as they're nuzzling each other's fluff.
- "He is NOT your husband! You are being a very BAD fluffy!"
- >She's never been called a bad fluffy before, so she's very sensitive to the word.
- >"B-Bu-But f-f-fwuffy good fwuffy. Pwease daddeh. No am bad fwuffy. Wuv husban..."
- >The stray gets mad that you took his fuck whore away from him.
- >"Put fwuffy wifey down! Gif meanie ouchie bitey!"
- >He charges at your leg and starts gnawing on your pants.
- >Gross, stray fluffy saliva.
- "And you, you think you can just invade my yard and fuck my innocent fluffy?"
- >"Munsta stoopid. Dat fwuffy wifey, she haf babehs soon! Husban babehs!"
- "Well, you two are officially divorced. And if she is pregnant, those babies aren't yours anymore, they're mine!"
- >When faced with the loss of his new family he becomes submissive.
- >"Nuuu! Pwease munsta! No take wifey an' babehs!"
- "You idiot, she was never your wife and they were never your babies, you piece of shit."
- >In fact, you should've never wasted this much time arguing with a fluffy.
- >Boot him straight into the (stone) fence.
- >"Owwwiieess! Why huwt fwuffy?!" as he slams into the bricks.
- >Blood starts seeping from his nose and mouth.
- >Your mare finally speaks up again.
- >"Pwease daddy! Nu huwt husban pwease! Fwuffy babeh's daddeh!"
- "Oh I'll hurt him. You're just lucky I won't kill him."
- >Pick him up and toss him on to the other side.
- >"HUSBAAANNNN!" your fluffy's last words to him.
- >Hear "Waaahhh!" from the stray.
- >He's alive, you fulfilled your word.
- >But he won't last long.
- >There's a busy street on the other side of your fence. Intersections in each direction.
- >Dumbass fluffy will walk into traffic for sure... or bleed out.
- >Go inside with your fluffy before you might hear a car screeching.
- >Set her down on a table.
- >She's sobbing uncontrollably, snot and tears pouring over her face.
- >"Hu-hiccup-Husban...babehs daddeh..."
- "Listen to me very closely and repeat. 'Grey fluffy is a bad fluffy. He is not a husband.' If you don't I'll kill your wretched spawn."
- >"Why huwt husban?..."
- "Shut up! Repeat these words! 'Grey fluffy is a bad fluffy! He is not a husband!'"
- >"Pwease daddeh...Fwuffy haf babehs..."
- >"I'm not repeating it for you again. Now you have one last chance, or you lose your babies and you're alone in your safe room forever."
- >"G-Gwey fwuffy...is bad fwuffy... Fwuffy nu is husban..."
- "You have no special friend. You have no husband. You just have your daddy."
- >"Fwuffy nu haf speshew fwend. Nu haf husban... Haf daddy."
- "Good. When or if you have your babies you better feel grateful."
- >"Fwuffy wuv babehs..."
- >You put her in her safe room and lock the door.
- >By now she's practically catatonic.
- >....
- >Oh, you have a funny idea!
- >Grab camera and run outside.
- >Look over the fence.
- >The grey stallion is still there, licking his sores and sobbing.
- "Hey asshole!"
- >The bloodied fluffy looks up to you.
- >Snap picture.
- "Fuck you!"
- >Flip him off, extra mature.
- >Spit on the pathetic fluffy.
- >Go inside and make an 8" by 12" of the picture.
- >Open the door to fluffy's safe room.
- "Hey precious, I have a surprise!"
- >"Supwise?..."
- >Tape the picture of the beaten fluffy to the wall, just out of reach of fluffy.
- >"Husb..."
- "WHAT?!"
- >"Wuv you daddeh..."
- >You are so good at this fluffy ownership thing.