>You are a fluffy owner and you are pissed!
>Once again your fluffy has shit all over the house.
>It takes hours to clean.
>Your co-workers are avoiding you because you now smell of fluffy crap.
>And this morning the little bastard did it again.
>Shit on the floor, on the wall, on the windows, on the furniture…. FUCK!
>Tonight you plan on dealing with the problem.
>”Fwuffy sowwy daddeh… nuu mean make bad poopies…” it stares at you with its head held down.
>”Don’t give me that! You do bad poopies every goddamn night!”
>You get the broom.
>Your fluffy pony starts to freak out, “Nuuu! Fwuffy am gud fwuffy! Nuu sowwy stick!”
>”Are you going to do bad poopies tonight!?”
>”Nuu! Fwuffy onwy make gud poopies! Pwease nuu sowwy stick!”
>You swat him with the broom anyway knocking him across the floor.
>He jumps up and starts to truddle away from you.
>”That’s what you said last night asshole!”
>You walk up behind him and start swatting his rump with the broom stick.
>He lets out little yelps of pain on each swipe.
>He continues to try and run even though you easily catch up with him each step.
>”Wahhhh! Fwuffy sowwy! Nuu wan make bad poopies! Munsta scawe fwuffy!”
>You swat him again for good measure, “There are no monsters in this house fucker!”
>He still runs and hides his head under your throw rug, “Munsta twy get fwuffy at beddy bye time!”
>”Munsta scawe fwuffy! Fwuffy sowwy daddeh! Nuu make bad poopies!”
>”There are no monsters here!” You roughly grab up your fluffy pony.
>”Look around, do you see any monsters?”
>The fluffy gives a tentative look around, “Fwuffy see nuu munsta…”
>You walk to a window, “See, the windows are locked, nothing can get in.”
>You rattle the window to show it won’t move.
>The fluffy pokes the window making sure it is still there.
>You carry it to your bed and even let it play with a ball under it to show it is safe.
>You carry it to all the rooms letting it inspect everything.
>Finally you carry it to the litter box and give it a few good squeezes.
>”Can fwuffy sweep wif daddeh? Fwuffy stiww fwaid musta get fwuffy…”
>”Oh alright! If it will make you feel safe and not shit up the place fine!”
>You set up a little blanket nest for your fluffy.
>It jumps inside giggling and wiggles down getting confortable.
>You lay down to go to sleep.
>Fucking fluffy, it better not shit up the place!
>Maybe you finally go through and it won’t crap all over.
>Oh well… if it does… the sorry sticking will be legendary….
>*yawn*… tomorrow you will see…
>Its cooing…. Is… rather…
>……
*SNNNOOOORREEEEEE!!!*
>”MUNSTA!”
 
 
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