Title:           The Whipping Fluff Pt. 2
Author:          crystalakov
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/P9aQJciP
First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of July 2012 01:09:20 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 3rd of July 2012 01:09:20 AM CDT

>Be Anon.
>You've taken home a mother fluffy and her 4 foals after forcing her to name her own babies.
>She was named Mary by her previous owner, and she named her foals Greybaby, Flower, Littlefluffy, and No-crying.
>She got a little agitated towards the end there.
>You brought them into your old safe room, shown the mother where her fluffy chow, water, and litterbox are.
>You leave the room as she's laid down, letting her foals suckle at her teats.
>Gonna let them have their peace tonight.
"Mawy wuv yuu, daddy."
>You don't respond.
>Close the door on your way out.
>Find the old leash and harness for your previous fluffy.
>The plan is to restrain the mother with the harness attached to the wall.
>Never let her play with the babies or get too far away.
>Tomorrow, you've got this whole plan to go through with.
 
>Wake up, have a nice breakfast.
>Grab the harness, hammer and nails, and your old trusty sorry-stick.
>Your sorry-stick is a green flyswatter, really proved itself with your last five fluffies.
>Go into the safety room.
>The mother fluffy has two babies suckling for milk as she hugs a third one.
>The last one is sleeping nearby.
>Looks like one of the babies went to the bathroom on the floor.
>Probably hasn't learned what a litterbox is yet.
>Perfect.
>Grab the mother fluffy roughly by the scruff of her neck.
"Wha?"
>Lift her up quickly so that her babies all fall to the ground.
>The one called No-crying held onto her swollen nipple while still in the air, before his mouth let go.
>The babies start crying.
"Whuuaah! Owwies!"
>Mary starts squirming in your grip, front hooves out towards her offspring.
"Wet Mawy go, bahbies need Mawy! Mawy gif' huggies!"
"Oh no you're not!"
>Slam her into the floor in front of her baby's 'accident' and firmly hold her there.
"What is this?"
"Wet Mawy go!"
>Put more weight into your hand.
>She starts tearing up.
"Owwies! Why huwt Mawy?"
"What is this?"
"Fwowa make bad poopy, Fwowa no mean to! Fwowa stiww bahby!"
"Why didn't you make Flower go into the litterbox?"
"Fwowa smaww bahby, no can use wittabox!"
"Only bad mothers let their babies not use the litterbox!"
>Take the flyswatter and start swatting her face.
"Mawy *oof* Mawy sowwy! *oof* Fwowa use *oof* Fwowa use wittabox! *oof*"
>The babies are still crying, now even louder.
"Bahbies need huggies, Mawy wuv bahbies!"
>Pick her up and slam her back down again.
>Pretty sure you heard a crack on impact.
"You're still a very bad fluffy! You're a horrible mother!"
>Her eyes are dripping rivers of tears at this point.
"Fwuffy s-s-sowwy! Fwuffy nuu wike owwies! Huuuu..."
>Take the harness and put it on her.
"You're going to spend time in the sorry-harness then."
>Tighten it just a little too much, straining her body.
"Fwuffy nuu wike sowwy-haness! Gif' huwties to fwuffy!"
>Grab the hammer, to prepare the leash.
>Hold the leash up and nail it to the wall.
>THUD THUD THUD
>Mary pisses herself, her hooves covering her eyes.
"You do not piss on the floor, you little shit!"
"Fwuffy sowwy!"
>Hold her up by the leash, strangling her in mid-air as her little legs struggle to free her.
>Smack her a few times with the fly-swatter as she poops a little.
"Bad fluffy! Bad!"
>Make sure her babies can see this.
>They're bawling and shitting themselves.
>As you set her down, you pull the litterbox closer.
"You must teach your babies to use the litterbox. Any bad poopies or pee, you must clean up. Now clean up your mess."
>She struggles to her feet, and turns around towards the mess she made.
"No smeww pwetty."
"Clean it up!"
>Shove her face into the big turd she made.
>She starts licking at her mess.
>Ten minutes later, full of complaints and tears, it's all gone.
>She ate it all.
>Her babies have since moved on to playing with a red ball you got for them.
>Bring the water and food dishes over near Mary, since she has about two and a half feet of ground she can move away from the wall before the leash will pull her upwards.
"Mawy aww done cweaning, wet out of sowwy-hawness?"
>She's even up on her back-legs, her front legs curled in a begging pose.
>Grab her by her side-fluff and slam her into the wall.
"Owwie! Daddy gif Mawy huwties!"
"You will stay in the sorry-harness because you are a bad mother and a bad fluffy!"
"Mawy nuu bad fwuffy! Mawy cwean poopies! Mawy good fwuffy!"
"No! Mary is a bad fluffy!"
>Mary tears up again and starts sobbing, still laying against the wall.
>Her babies start chirping and approaching her.
>Roll her onto her side so the babies can get to her teats.
"Mary, your babies are still good fluffies. Between you and me, we can raise them to be good. But that means trying to be the best fluffy possible. So you need to do everything I tell you to. Understand?"
"Why daddy huwt Mawy?"
"Because you need to learn."
>The babies look adorable feeding from their mother.
>They're going to be just fine.