You are Lorna. Last night Vicky your older sister brought home a deformed foal and a fat pink smarty, the smarty according to Vicky the smarty had been attempting to use the foal for “enfies”. You took the smarty to the “shed”, the shed was old , rickety and full of things meant for behavioral correction. The farm was funded by hugboxers .there were strict rules against mutilation, torture and killing as forms of punishment, however you had enough creativity to turn those restrictions into a curse rather than a blessing, you are harsh but fair when it came to punishments they were proportionate to what was done by the fluffy in question. You sit the pink smarty in a booster seat and pull a book off the shelf. The book in question was Pinocchio, specifically the original ending variant. As you began to read to the smarty he began to cheer on the bratty puppets actions , you allowed the smarty to become engrossed in the story and think that Pinocchio would simply continue to get away with his actions suffering minimal consequences. Everything fell into place as you reached the final chapter, where all of a sudden Pinocchio’s behavior caught up with him. As you finished describing how Pinocchio hung dead from the tree,the smarties face was filled with horror.
“N…Nu faiw! Nu faiw!!!”
The smarty banged his hooves against the booster seat in appalled frustration
You close the book and place it back on the shelf. You turn to the smarty
“Pinocchio was a very bad boy, but you are even worse.”
The fluffy pounds his hooves again and puffs out his cheeks.
“Smawty am bestist fwuffy! Smawty gib dummy hooman mawe wowstis sowy enfies jus wike ugwy dummy munsta babbie!!!”
You pluck the smarty from the booster seat , looking directly into his eyes you calmly and coldly begin to speak.
“That foal will get all the love he could possibly want, he will have the best toys, the best nomies ,the best mumma, the best house, and when he grows up he will have all prettiest mares on this farm as his special friends.”
The smarty flails about screeching at the top of his lungs.
“NU!!! NU!!! SMAWTY NU WET DUMMY UGWY MUNSTA BABBIE GIT DAT!!!”
You smirk and put him in front of a tv. The smarties face shifts from rage to excitement then one of sorrow as he realizes what is on the screen . You continue speaking in the same tone as before.
“Killing you would be a kindness. One way or another I will mold your mind like clay into that of a good fluffy.”
On the screen is a live feed of Zoey caring for the deformed foal. All the love and affection the smarty swore to prevent was on full display 24/7 , now serving as the only light source in the shed. You bring the smarty fresh food and water every day , you change his litter box and bathe him as needed , the tv also served as the smarties only source of mental stimulation and entertainment. The only thing keeping him from losing his mind was simultaneously destroying his ego to its very foundation. Fluffies despise and fear the dark more than anything else. The fear alone would keep him watching the tv. You made sure to not leave him in darkness all the time. You timed it so that his eyes were never damaged.after all what good would the tv do if his eyes were damaged? The brief reprieve provided the fluffy with just enough rest to keep him from going catatonic or reaching the “wan die” stage, you made sure Even his own biology couldn’t free him from the torment. His ego would break and you would sculpt him into a good fluffy from the ground up. At first he would just angrily scream at the tv. But little by little he switched from screaming to crying. And when the crying stopped the begging began .
“Pwease nice wady wet fwuffy out! Nu wan tv nu mowe!”
You grin and in a cutesy voice say.
“Only if you memorize everything I’m about to tell you.”
A few days go by and the smarty now named Fluffnocchio , was starting to act nice, every time he relapsed you put him in front of the tv for half a day. Two weeks in and he’s saying “pwease”and “tank yu”. You forced him to wear a little pair of overalls and propeller hat all the time. You cut and styled his mane ,by week 3 he was learning how to talk normally. Two months later he was by most people’s standards thoroughly conditioned, you however were not most people and decided for the foal incident alone he should have to go through another 3 month of “school”, during this time you also focused on his weight. He became slimmed down to a respectable degree. Exactly at the five month mark you presented fluffnoccio to both Vicky and Zoey . Vicky was so impressed that she had an idea.
“We could make a ton of money training bad fluffs!”
You scoff
“Do you even realize how much time it takes to properly break them?!”
Vicky laughs until her side hurts.
“And that dear sister is why we charge by the hour.”
It finally clicks for you.
“And people will pay it because they want to be seen as ethical!”
You decide to keep fluffnoccio as your personal mascot for the “school”. It’s not often that passion and work overlap so seamlessly. You would still discipline the farms fluffs only now their punishments would be conducted in front of your class as examples of what happens to bad fluffies.
Double the cash for a job you were already doing a pretty sweet gig in the grand scheme of things. Things were about to get a lot better for you.