Abandoned Angel
Part 3: Hug Box to Sorry Box
The next few days went by easier and much harder, than anticipated. Fluffies need attention. Baby fluffies, even more so. Angel grew fast. She also learned fast. Not pooping in the litter got her a small (not to her) bop on the nose. That took only a day for the lesson to sink in.
Angel also was talking much more now. Mostly it was “Wub Daddeh!” or “Baww!” “Nummies! Miwk!” “Huggies!”
Of course when she pooped her blanket or herself she was disciplined with a flick to the nose, and if particularly messy a shower as well. Both of these brought about the “Nuuuu! Babeh nu wike wawa!” Or “Nu owies!” “Sowwy Daddeh!” None of this lasted long as a quick bout of hugging and petting fixed her right up.
Robert knew that eventually he’d need to really discipline his fluffy. It was just the way these things learned. This was why he bought the sorry stick and sorry box after all. Thankfully the box was a fully adjustable one with folding sides. No need to buy more than one as this could accommodate a fluffy twice the size of a normal adult fluffy, and one as small as… Angel.
Today was a lazy day for Robert. He sat on his couch idly surfing the interwebs on his tablet while the television droned on about one political disaster or another. Angel was cheerfully playing with Robert’s hand, jumping and rolling around as he tickled her blue fur. Not really paying attention to Angel, he didn’t realize she stopped playing. The smell was unmistakable.
“Daddeh… poopies.”
Robert saw the pile and Angel sitting in it. “Dammit, Angel. I told you to say something! Bad fluffy!” He snatched up his filthy pony, pile of shit and all in one hand. He took a deep breath, not wanting to scare any more crap out of her, “What were you supposed to do, Angel?”
“Teww daddeh. Make gud poopies in witta box.” She sniffled. She actually sniffled. There were no tears, but the suspicion of manipulation was planted in his brain.
“What happens when you don’t listen to me?”
Her ears drooped, “Nose fwicked and a baf?”
“That’s close.” He flicked her nose, harder than he ever had before, which isn’t saying much as he never caused her pain before. Now there were real tears.
“Nuuu…. Nuuu owies! Gud fwuffy!”
“Nope, you gotta learn.” Suddenly Angel was face to face with a small sorry box. She started shaking and pissed herself. “You’re only making this worse for yourself. You’re staying in this box, covered in your piss and shit. Only when you’ve learned you can’t poop anywhere will I let you out.” With that he shoved her into the tiny opening. She fought, as much as a fluffy can. She screamed and chirped as much as a fluffy can. Finally Robert had to shove her in, pushing on her head and smearing the shit and piss into her fur. “And after you’re ready to be a good fluffy, you’re getting a bath.”
“NUUUU! Am gud fwuffy! Nu poopies!” Her babbling continued on. It only took several minutes before she was whimpering for her “daddeh” and “sowwy.” Robert stood out of her line of sight, listening to her crying and chirping.
He walks away, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. She’s so quiet now that not even a muffled chirp is heard through the door. The next half hour is spent preparing for giving her a bath and feeding her the baby fluffy formula. And of course cleaning the couch.
Robert returned to a mostly quiet fluffy. “Do you know why you are in the box?” He asked as he kneeled down, his face level with her head.
“Fwuffy made bad poopies.” She was visibly shaking, being in such a contorted standing position would have to hurt. “Nu smeww pwetty! Fwuffy sowwy. chirp! Wub daddeh. “ She started to whine, “Daddeh wub fwuffy?” Tears mixing with the shit in her fur. “Nu poopie wike dat again.”
Angel nearly bursted from the box except for Robert holding her back. “First, a bath. Then dinner. Then maybe hugs.”
“NU! Daddeh gib huggies nao!”
CHIRP! Followed by her baby screams as he smacked her on the rear. Hard enough to hurt the 10 day old foal. Swiftly he shoved her back in the box. “You will stay in there all night and think about what you did and what you said.”
The door closed quietly behind him, the click of the latch drowned out by fluffy cries for help.
