Travis watches Roxy gobble down the food before pouring another scoop into the bowl. He watches the pregnant mare eat and eat and eat. He simply smiles again and adds another scoop when the bowl started to empty. Then another scoop. Then another scoop. He was rather amazed at just how much this tiny creature could actually consume. Her hooves couldn’t even reach the ground, yet she could still stretch her neck like a turtle from it’s shell to reach the bowl on the floor in front of her.
Travis watches her eat and observes as she seems to grow. Somehow, the pregnant mare was even MORE notably bloated now than she was before. Travis could see the strain from the skin around her sides being stretched to it’s absolute limit. If Roxy wasn’t careful, she’d end up popping from all the-
“Daddeh…?”
A quiet voice pulls Travis from his observation, causing him to turn his attention straight to the floor before him. Roxy stares up at him with tear stained eyes, a look of shame spread across her little fluffy face. Travis quickly leans down, getting as close to eye level with Roxy as he can.
“What is it, my dearest little Rosie?”
Roxy slightly recoils into herself hearing Travis call her by the unfamiliar name. He can tell she’s still having a hard time trying to figure out what’s real and what isn’t. Roxy stares timidly upward at Travis, trying to figure out exactly what to ask him. She takes another bite of kibble, swallowing the mouth-full before looking back up at Travis.
“Daddeh… Can daddeh hewp’ soon-mummah Woxy to-”
-FLICK-
Travis delivers a swift, hard flick with his index finger straight into the tip of the mare’s snout. A small drop of blood slowly falls from her little nose, soliciting a cry of surprise and pain as Roxy’s head somewhat reals from the flick. Travis simply cocks his head slightly to the side, staring down at the mare with a cold empty stare.
Roxy’s tiny hoofies wiggle uselessly in an attempt to reach up to give her smell place huggies as she cries out in pain. Pain shoots from the tip of her smell place all the way down it and across her face. Suddenly, a really not-pretty taste suddenly fills her little mouthie. The taste causes her eyes to widen for a split second before she throws herself into a minor panic attack.
“HUUHUU nuuu!! Booboo juice nu’ taste pwetty! huuhuu Wai huwt soon mummah? Smeww-pwacie haf’ wostes’ huwties!! huuhuu huwties am bad fow’ tummeh babbehs!”
Travis watches Roxy squirm for another few seconds before sitting down flat to sternly address her. He folds his arms, making sure Roxy can see his face.
“Rosie, I warned you what would happen if you kept calling yourself made up names. Your name is ROSIE. It’s always been Rosie. Since the day I gave you your name when your mother left you at my door when you were a little…Chirpy…Babbeh… I don’t want you saying that name anymore. Your punishment will only get worse every time you do. Understand?”
Travis almost stumbles over the fluffy terminology once again. Thankfully he saved it just at the end. He continues staring down at Roxy, trying his best to make sense of her nonsensical panic babbling.
“Huu…Soon…-sniff-…Mummah…huuuhuu am sowwy’…-sniff-… Daddeh! Pwease… huuhuu… Nu gif’ Woxy mow’ wostes’ smeww pwa-”
-FLICK- -PINCH-
Travis’s face remains devoid of any emotion as he delivers a harder flick to Roxy’s nose with his middle finger, causing the bleeding to worsen before giving one of her ears a hard pinch with his nails. He was careful not to draw blood, but made sure the pinch hurt as much as possible.
“SCREEEEEE- OWWIES!! HUUHUU WOSTES’ SMEWW AN’ HEAW PWACIE HUWTIES!! SOON-MUMMAH AM’ SOWWY DADDEH!! huuhuu…”
Travis once again trains his empty gaze down onto the fluffy, waiting for her to finish her fit of hysterics. He waits a few seconds longer before finally addressing her, gently using his hand to lift Roxy’s chin upward. His empty gaze met hers, sending a chill shooting up Roxy’s tiny fluffy spine.
“Rosie. Listen to me. Your…Name…Is…ROSIE!”
He adds extra force to his tone of voice to emphasize her name. Roxy sniffles and flinches in response as Travis continues. He slightly jerks her head up more, making sure she was looking at him.
“ROSIE! Daddy loves you and he doesn’t want your mean head hurties to make you say untrue things that would hurt his feelings… So, listen to me one last time. Daddy…Does…NOT…Want…You…Saying…That…Name…Understand?”
Roxy recoils back into her fluff and fat once more, tears pouring from her eyes like a faucet as she nods in understanding. She grimaces every time she licks below her snout to clean away the booboo juice still slowly dripping from her nose, but she’s afraid to say anything else that might upset her daddy.
“W…W…Wosie… Am sowwy daddeh… huuhuu… Nu’ caww Wosie’ dummeh namsies nu’ mow… Soon Mummah sowwy… Pwease nu’ gif mow’ huwties… huuhuu huwties’ am bad fow’ tummeh babbehs… huuhuu…”
Travis’s empty stare suddenly shifts to one of warmth and comfort. His once dead expression now suddenly shifted into a large, happy grin.
“Good girl. Daddy loves you, my little Rosie! Do you want a big ol’ hug from daddy?”
Roxy sniffles some more and licks away more booboo juice. She perks up a little at the thought of getting bestest huggies from her daddy though! She looks upward, doing her best to reach her stubby hoofies upward in the best “give huggies” position she can manage. She wiggles her hoofies excitedly as Travis reaches down to pick her up.
“Huggies…? Daddeh gif’ bestes’ huggies tu’ W-w-wosie? Tank ou’ daddeh!! Wosie wub’ bestes hu-”
Her excitement is cut off by a sudden loud rumbling coming from her tummy. Her backside seems to tense, then relax, then tense up and tighten even worse. Her stomach gurgles and churns as pressure begins to build up in her poopie place. The realization that she couldn’t ask her daddy for help to the litter box before he punished her.
Roxy begins to panic and flail her useless little hoofies around in little circles as a fresh wave of tears floods her cheek fluff. The pressure in her poopie place begins to build up more and more, her stomach gurgling and rumbling even louder than before. Travis hears the intestinal distress, causing his grin to stretch even further across his face. He raises the back of his hand to the side of his forehead in an overdramatic fashion.
“My dear sweet little Rosie, what could possibly be a problem right now? I would sure hope my dear sweet little Rosie, my pride and joy, my little princess, the bestest fluffy soon momma i have ever met… Wouldn’t do anything to hurt daddys feelings or make her a bad fluffy…”
Travis opens one eye to peek down at Roxy’s bag of feed.
-HASBIO brand Soft Fluffy Kibble! Special constipation relief and stool softening formula!-
Roxy devolves into a pile of sobbing and despair. She can only sob and peep as her stomach pressure reaches critical pressure levels, expanding her already over-stretched skin even further. Travis can see the skin pulled tightly beneath Roxy’s soft white fluff as patches of fluff are pulled apart by the strain.
Travis gives Roxy a confused look and raises an eyebrow, forcing himself to suppress his smile. He could see, and smell, the dark piss stain growing on the carpet beneath her backside. He watched as her eyes widened and a familiar sound began to quietly waft into the air.
“Can daddy do anything for you little Rosie?”
-ppppfffffffttttt-
Roxy’s face instantly drains of it’s color. Despite her best efforts, despite how hard she was trying; She couldn’t stop the sudden, painful flood of liquid bile and shit from erupting from her poopy place.
Liquid shit shoots from Roxy’s fluffy ass like a small hose, covering the floor behind her and surrounding her in the worst smelling gooey brown bile Travis had ever had the misfortune of experiencing. He had to cover his mouth and nose with his arm to keep himself from gagging as his eyes began to sting and water.
Roxy falls silent as fear grips her entire being. She could feel the shit seeping into her freshly cleaned fluff as the horrible smell stung the inside of her bleeding nose. She couldn’t turn to look, but she knew that her bad poopies were EVERYWHERE. She could only shiver like a leaf in the wind as she stared silently up at Travis, who could barely contain himself.
Travis was glad he was covering his face. It meant that Roxy couldn’t see the inhumanly long smile stretched eerily across his face. He simply stood up and turned around without saying a word.
Roxy stuttered and peeped. She could feel the shit still being ejected from her backside as the puddle around her grew larger and messier. Travis continued to face away from her wordlessly as he listened to the intestinal carnage unfolding behind him.
Slowly, he turns around and trains his cold empty gaze right into Roxy’s fear filled stare.
“Rosie…”
He says in a stern, muffled voice through his arm.
“Do you know what is going to happen now?”
Travis bends down, locking eyes with Roxy at her sight level, making sure he wasn’t touching her shit puddle in the process. Roxy releases another torrent of scardie poopies as her heart threatens to beat straight out of her fluffy chest.
-hic- “n-n-n-nu d-d-dad-d-deh-” -hic-
Travis is now just a few inches from her face, his eyes growing wider from anger.
“Do you know what daddy is gonna need to do to his bad poopy fluffy?!”
The entire world seems to fall completely silent around them as Travis stares the fear of god into Roxy’s tiny fluffy soul.
“DADDY… IS GOING TO…”
Travis suddenly whips both is arms out, locking his hands firmly around Roxy’s distended sides as he grips his fingers into her thinly stretched flesh
“Give his poor little Rosie a bath and clean up her safe room!”
Roxy lays there, unmoving. Her eyes are wide as dinner plates as her jaw sits agape as the expression of fear and surprise glue themselves deep within her face. Travis simply grins and picks her up, surprised at her lack of “bad uppies” cries in the process. He simply walks over to the corner of the save room where Roxy’s litter bed sad, holding her above it as he waits for her to finish emptying her stomach of her kibble dinner. She only whimpers as the red hot burning in her little fluffy rump intensifies with every passing second, a river of poopies still pouring from her backside.
Travis watches as the litterbox begins to fill, then overfill, before pouring over the edges of the plastic sand filled box and onto the surrounding floor. Putrid liquid fluffy feces and the occasional spot of blood covers the shag green carpeting, nearly threatening to consume the entire corner before Roxy finally lets out a few wet drippy farts as the poopy flood finally ends.
Travis simply continues to hold Roxy out at arms length as he makes his way out the Yellow door and back into the bathroom, once again dropping Roxy in the sink on her bad wing with a nasty CRUNCH as he goes about filling the bathtub back up with fresh water. Roxy cries out as the pain from her broken wing shoots up her back like a bolt of lightning.
“EEEEHHHH!! WINGIE HUWTIES!! WOSTES’ WINGIE HUWTIES!! POOPIE-PWACE BUWNIES!! HUUUHUU DADDEH HEWP SOON-MUMMAH WOX-”
Travis doesn’t even need to let her finish. He heard what she was about to say. He turns the faucet to cold before whipping around toward the mare in his sink. He quickly reaches over, grabbing Roxy by her tail and roughly yanking her out of the sink before swinging her back around and dropping her straight into the cold bath head first with a FWUMP.
“SCREEEEEEEE- NU’ GIF PWETTY TAIW HU-”
SPLASH- -FWUMP
Roxy hits the cold water, shooting water straight into her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth before her head slams the bottom of the tub. Her horn smacks first, followed by the rest of her head and neck being weighted down by the rest of her body as she comes crashing down into the bath water. Roxy falls unconscious as her body bobs back to the top of the water like an apple in a bucket. Travis bursts out laughing before something interesting catches his eye.
As Roxy bobs back to the surface of the water, her body seems to naturally turn until she’s floating on her back with her belly facing upward. Travis takes a breath to calm himself down as he leans down to take a closer look at the fluffy now floating on it’s back in the murky bath before him.
He examines Roxy, gently pushing her pudgy bloated body slightly below the surface of the water before watching his pop straight back to the surface like an inflated beach ball. Yup that confirms it. On top of being a pregnant Alicorn with some of the rarest colors Travis had ever seen…
Roxy wasn’t a regular fluffy, oh no. Travis had to take a step out of his bathroom to do a little heel click in celebration. Roxy, as it turned out, was a bowl fluffy.