>You are a fluffy pony.
>You are sitting in the middle of the kitchen wagging your tail and smiling.
>”There’s my little guy!”
>You turn around and squeal happily.
>Daddy is home!
>”Daddeh! Daddeh! Fwuffy am miss daddeh! Wan pway! Wan huggies! Daddeh! Daddeh!”
>You are truddling and jumping around his feet.
>Daddy laughs, “Hold on big guy! Daddy has you a present.”
>You freeze pittering with excitement, “Pwesemt! Fwuffy wub pwesemt! Pwease gif fwuffy daddeh! Pwease gif pwesemt!”
>Daddy bends down and places a big box on the floor.
>Your eyes twinkle as you look at the wonderful box wondering what the wonderful thing that daddy got you is.
>”Daddy is busy and I worry about you fluffy.”
>He opens the device and brings out a large shiny metal and plastic device.
>Your eyes sparkle as you gaze at it.
>”Fwuffy wub pwesemt…. Wha pwsemt daddeh!? Wha pwesemt!?”
>Your daddy laughs again, “It’s an automatic feeder fluffy.”
>Daddy grabs a bag of kibble and opens the top pouring in a large portion of the dry icky food.
>You hear the food clatter and settle in.
>Daddy points at an open dish filled with kibble.
>”See fluffy, now every time you get hungry there is food ready to eat.”
>You truddle over to the kibble and slowly take a nibble.
>You chew a bit and force a smile at your daddy, “…fwuffy wub fwuffy nummies dadeh…”
>He smiles at you, “Don’t worry fluffy. This is a special model…”
>He goes to the cabinet and..
>”SKETTIES!!!”
>You start to run around him excitedly, “Wan sketties daddeh! Am gud fwuffy daddeh! Nee… fwuffy nee-SKETTIES!!! SKETTIES DADDEH! SKETTIES!”
>He steps carefully around you as he heads back to the automatic feeder.
>”Ok fluffy, this is important.”
>”You can’t have the spaghetti-“
>”SKETTIES!!!”
>The man winces as he opens a special compartment on the automatic feeder.
>”Ok calm down fluffy. You see, tou can’t always have…. This stuff so it won’t come out all the time.”
>”Wan skeeties! Fwuffy wub dadd-SKETTIES!”
>Daddy just shakes his head and opens the can.
>Yay! Daddyis going to give you….
>Why is daddy giving your spaghetti to the new thing he bought?
>”Nuuu! Sketties fo fwuffy daddeh… nuu gif skwtties to nyu ting… fwuffy nee sketties…”
>Your voice is whiney and pathetic trying to figure out why daddy would feed this new thing that only gives you yucky kibble while it gets wonderful spaghetti.
>You pad at the side of the automatic feeder.
>”Nyu fwen…. Pwease gif fwuffy sketties… fwuffy wub nyu fwen… wan sketties…”
>Daddy starts to laugh, “Daddy didn’t feed your spaghetti to this thing. Its holding it for you.”
>Your little face lights up, “It am haf fo fwuffy? Pwease fwen! Gif sketties!”
>”Ok fluffy, let daddy explain to you how to get your spaghetti-“
>”SKETTIES!!!”
>You calm down as daddy points at you telling you to pay attention.
>”Ok fluffy, in order to get the stuff you want you need to push this big red button next to this small dish.”
>Daddy pushes a red button and small portion of spaghetti come out next to it.
>”Yay! Sketties!”
>You greedily eat and slurp up the spaghetti that came out.
>After you finish you sit back and smile at your new friend, “Mo sketties pwease.”
>Daddy is laughing again, “No fluffy, what you have to do it push this red button with your hoof.”
>”Fwuffy nee puss wed button?”
>”That’s right fluffy.” He points to the big red button, “You just need to push that button with your hoof.”
>Suddenly daddy’s talky thing starts to make noise.
>He pulls it out and looks at it, “Sorry fluffy, daddy has to take this. I’ll be right back.”
>He walks out of the room talking on his talkie thing.
>You look at the automatic feed, “Mo sketties pwease!”
>You smile and wag your tail.
>But this isn’t right, it is not giving you spaghetti.
>Wait a minute!
>Didn’t daddy tell you how to get spaghetti?
>You look at the red button.
>You raise your hoof up and look at it.
>Look back at the red button, the back at your hoof.
>Daddy said you need to push the red button with your hoof.
>You understand!
>You know what daddy meant!
>You walk up to the object.
>You know what you need to do.
>You push with all your might.
*POP*
*Fzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
>Your body starts to spasm as small arcs of electricity start to ripple through your fluff.
>”AAAHHHHHHHH!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>A bright blue flash illuminates the room as you are thrown backwards.
>You grab your smoking parts and start to cry, “Wahhhhh! Why fwuffy nuu get sketties… wahhhhh!”
>You daddy comes running back in.
>”Oh fuck! Are you ok fluffy?”
>You lay quivering and smoking crying your little eyes out.
>Daddy’s instructions weren’t clear enough.
>Fluffy pony stuck his dick in a wall outlet.