Diedre had enough of Pixie’s rebellion after her tiny outburst and decided to utilize the “sorry room” that she made in the bottom of her linen closet. No amount of sad eyes or pleading were going to change her mind.
Obviously I wasn’t going to mention more of Diedre’s fucked up shenanigans without a diagram that makes me question if I need some professional help.
Notes:
The baby monitor has a camera so Diedre can make sure that she’s still alive/hasn’t gotten loose
The monitor also has a blue tooth speaker that’s playing some brain-washing phrases on loop about how good babies obey mummah, wear diapers, etc.
There’s a rubber band around Pixie’s mouth to keep the food tube in place and keep her quiet.
There is no light besides what comes in under the closet door.
Pixie stayed in the closet for a few days, long enough that some fluff started growing back. When Diedre brought her back out, it was all chirps and compliance. Once she stopped trembling, of course.
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More rambling
Well the band-aid has been ripped off.
I’m not sure how to feel about it. Glad I delivered but it’s definitely the most “strange” things I’ve drawn since I was twelve like… 26 years ago. I hope people enjoy the madness for what it’s worth.
I’m not sure how to feel about it. Glad I delivered but it’s definitely the most “strange” things I’ve drawn since I was twelve like… 26 years ago. I hope people enjoy the madness for what it’s worth.
That’s the name of the game my friend. Fluffy art has been a dumping ground for every fucked up thought I’ve ever had. No limits! (besides site policies of course)
Honestly this is far from the worst thing that could have been done to get ‘compliance’ out of Pixie. She should be grateful that a few ‘forevers’ of darkness and reminders were the only thing she had to deal with.
I’d have told her that if she was a ‘big’ fluffy then clearly she could be treated like one- put in a hugely oversized, empty room, fed normal fluffy sized kibble ( the rock-hard, punishment style kibble that would be too large for her to get her mouth around even if she could begin to crack it, which she wouldn’t ). A dangerously deep water bowl with slippery slopes to drink from ( with a clear safety mesh to keep her from actually drowning, though this could easily backfire and just drown the little micro rat ). And a litter box with tall sides located on the far side of the huge empty room from her food, toys ( all too big and heavy for her ). And when Pixie inevitably had an accident, she’d get the big fluffy Sorry Stick XMAX. Probably would be literally knocking her across the room with each swat. Assuming she survived, she’d be begging to be a babbeh fluffy again in no time!
This is still a very good story, of course, I just would not worry about it being messed up to torment a tiny, talking rainbow colored horse-creature. That’s what we’re all here for!
