>You wake from your sleep.
>You are in your bed warm and comfy.
>”Fwuffy wub new fwen! Wub pway wif fwen!”
>Huh? Seems your safe room got open again.
>You need to get that latch fixed.
>”Fwen wook pwetty! Wan gif speshul huggie!”
>You stretch, it feels so invigorating.
>”Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf!”
>Well he’s going to town.
>She’s probably in heat.
>You hear him huffing, “Feew…*wheeze*… feew gud! Wub speshul fwen…”
>Shit, guess you’re going to have baby fluffies soon.
>You sit up in bed and rub your eyes.
>”Fwuffy wike… speshul huggies..”
>The stud isn’t done yet.
>”Gif speshul huggie ‘gain to speshul fwen..”
>Damn you really don’t need more fluffies.
>You shake your head trying to wake up fully.
>”Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf!”
>Man, she must be really hot!
>He fucking her like there’s no tomorrow!
>Wait a minute, now that your awake you realize you only own one fluffy.
>You look over the side of your bed and see he has maounted your fuzzy slipper.
>He has the most intense O face you have ever seen.
>”Fwuffy..ENF! FEEW! ENF! ENF GUUUD!!!”
>He tongue hangs out and his eyes bug up as he is obviously spraying the inside of your slipper with copious amounts of his happy baby batter juices.
>You can see both your slippers are a slimy conglomeration of fluffy splooge now with puddles around them both.
>The fluffy pony falls off the side landing in a puddle hard enough to cause ripples.
>He stares off into space.
>Between huffs and wheezes he manages to say, “Fwuffy… wub… speshul…. Fwens…..”
>You just bought those slippers yesterday.
>Now they are ruined.
>You don’t even want to think of the clean up.
>Fucking fluffies.