Insufferable Part 3
After the saferoom incident, Dillon had his good days and his bad days. Jo was very affectionate on Dillon’s good days, but when he had bad days, Jo had to finally start using the sorry stick. Cases in point:
The Flower- Dillon was walking around the living room when Jo had fallen asleep on the couch. He walked to his bowl of kibble in the kitchen.
“Diwwon nu wan stupeh kibbwe. Wan bettah nummies,” he said puffing his cheeks. Dillon looked around and saw a lone flower in a vase on the coffee table. Dillon then crawled up onto the table using the foot stool. He walked over to the flower in the vase.
“Smeww pwetty. Diwwon dhink dis taste bettah dhan stupeh kibbwe,” he said as he started to nibble the petals. Fluffies are not well coordinated and of course, he knocked the vase over on the floor with a loud CRASH.
Jo jumped up with a start. He then saw Dillon with flower petals in his mouth and the broken vase in the spilled water. Dillon got 3 whacks of the sorry stick.
The Fly- It was summer at the time and bugs get indoors. Jo was making some food and Dillon was waiting in the kitchen for his dull kibble. A fly got in the house and was buzzing around Jo. Jo made motions with his hand that shooed the fly away. It decided to start buzzing around Dillon.
“Nuuuu… buggy munstah aftew Diwwon! Nuuuuuuu….,” Dillon squeaked as he ran from the fly. The fly followed Dillon wherever he ran. Dillon then ran, as fast as a fluffy can, thought the house.
“Dillon! The fly is not going to eat you! Calm down,” Jo hollered.
Dillon did not hear nor understand Jo’s words and continued panic running through the house. He knocked over the end table and lamp near the couch, knocked books off the book case, crashed into the chair at the kitchen table, then proceeded to run at the computer desk. Jo ran in as he heard the cries of Dillon and the cracking of computer components on the floor.
“Goddamnit, Dillon! I said it’s not going to hurt you! Look at this place! Jesus fuck,” Jo yelled at Dillon.
“Diwwon sowwy, daddeh! Buggy munstah chase Diwwon! Diwwon nu wan be nummed by buggy munstah! Huuuu Huuu,” Dillon said through tears.
Jo swatted him 10 times with the sorry stick.
Puberty- Dillon was growing up fast. As most fluffiies seem to do. He was almost a stallion now and Dillon began to hump everything he could. He mostly humped his blanket and his stuffy friend that came in the box. Until one day.
“Enf enf enf enf ,” came the familiar sound to Jo as he walked out of his bedroom one Saturday morning. He thought Dillon was mercilessly attacking his toy. When he turned the corner to his kitchen, Dillon was on top of one of his slippers.
“Gud feews,” Dillon exclaimed.
“Fucking Jesus H Christ! You fucked my house slipper! What the hell is wrong with you, Dillon,” Jo exclaimed. Jo grabbed Dillon by the scruff and walked into the bathroom.
“Nuuuuu Daddeh! Nu sowwy boxies! Diwwon sowwy! Huuu Huuuu. Speshaw wumps huwties n’ swipper made huwties gu way! Nu sowwy boxies! Nu sowwy boxies, “Dillon cried as he was stuffed into the sorry box.
Jo put the sorry box in the bathtub and ran some cold water over it. He filled the tub enough so that Dillon wouldn’t get comfortable. 24 hours later Dillon, a sobbing mess of tears and poopies, was removed from the sorry box. He was bathed and remained in his saferoom for the next day.
The Mare- Dillon had fewer incidents, but everyone knows fluffies are just dumb by nature. So, Dillon still had his moments. One afternoon, Jo was raking leaves while Dillon was tied to the tree with a leash. While Jo had bagged up the leaves and was starting to take them to the curb with the rest of the garbage, Dillon incidentally was about to have another “moment.”
“Nyu Fwen,” came a high pitched voice.
Dillon turned to look at an all white fluffy mare. Her coat was a little dirty around the hooves and her belly region. “Hewwo,” said Dillon.
“Ooh, nyu fwen am stawwion,” she cooed, “Wan speshaw huggies? Make tummeh babes?”
Dillon was unsure how to answer until her pheromones wafted into his nostrils from her special place. “Yush! Diwwon wan speshaw huggies wid pwetty mawe,” he exclaimed.
Jo was walking back to the backyard when he heard the familiar “enf enf enf” sound. “Oh sweet Mary, Mother of God, what is he fucking now,” Jo lamented.
As Jo rounded the corner of his house, he saw Dillon, balls deep in the white mare, as they both exclaimed in unison, “GUD FEEWS!!!”
Jo just stared for a minute, mouth agape as his brain processed his fluffy banging another fluffy right in front of him. And then Jo saw it, the white mare was also an alicorn. Fuck me, thought Jo.
Dillon was laying on his side panting as he asked the white alicorn mare, “Wan be Diwwon’s speshaw fwen? Have nice wawm housies n’ nummies? Wib wid daddeh n’ Diwwon?”
“Nu. Jus wan’d babbehs. Mummah sed no babbehs, bu Wissa wan babbehs. Wissa am soon mummah nao,” the white alicorn retorted. She walked away from Dillon humming the babbehs song. She wedged her way back under the property fence where she dug through at. Dillon started crying.
“Nuuuu…huu huu huuu… pwetty mawe gunna had Diwwon’s babbehs but nu wan be speshaw fwens…huu huuu huuuu…Daddeh! Daddeh! Diwwon hab heawt huwties…huu huuu huuu,” Dillon wailed. He stopped with a sniffle when he saw a very unhappy Jo standing over him.
5 minutes later inside as Jo dragged Dillon by his scruff crying like a newborn. He took Dillon to the safe room, flipped him over on his back in his little cum crusted bedding, and proceeded to administer his punishment.
WHACK!
“SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“I!”
WHACK!!
“DIDN’T SAY!”
WHACK!
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“YOU COULD HAVE!”
WHACK WHACK
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“BABBEHS!”
WHACK WHACK WHACK
“SPESHAW WUMPS! HUUUU HUUU HUUUU! NU HUWT WUMPS NU MOWE DADDEH!”
WHACK WHACK WHACK
“YOU DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO SHIT RAT!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Jo walked a way from Dillon and let him stay in the safe room all night without dinner.
The Aftermath- Jo was walking up to his door when he overheard the mom and daughter arguing next door.
“No, Jill! I said no babies and that was final. You let her get out and now all the babies have been sold off. She’s been an insufferable bitch ever since she got knocked up,” yelled the mom.
“But MoOOOoommm…she’s just a fluffy! She doesn’t know any better! We can still keep her. We just need to get her fixed,” the daughter argued back.
“My mind is made up. She’s going to a mill. They paid quite well for her and it’s going into your college fund. At least her mistake will help out now,” the mom said. Jo heard a car door slam shut and the sobbing of a young girl.
At least I’m not stuck paying fluffy child support now, Jo thought. Jo walked into his house, “Dillon! I’m home.”
Dillon didn’t answer. Jo walked to the safe room thinking Dillon was sleeping. He looked in the safe room, no Dillon. Jo cocked an eyebrow. He noticed the gates were open at both doors. Shit, he forgot as he rushed out late for work this morning to shut the gates to the spare room.
Jo looked around the house. Nothing was torn up and there were no poopies any where. As he walked by the bathroom, he smelled shit. Jesus, he thought.
Jo flipped on the light and looked in the bath tub. There was Dillon, waking up from falling in the bath tub. “What the fuck, Dillon,” Jo muttered under his breath.
He saw that a front and back leg were pointing out at wrong angles. He broke two of his legs, Jo thought, and he’s been laying in here for God knows how long. Dillon started to stir, then started crying.
“Owwies, weggies huwt! Huu huu huuu…hewp daddeh. Diwwon wan’d fin nuw mawe fow babbehs…nu kno how to git out of housies…huuu huuu huuu. Daddeh hewp Diwwon! Huuu huuu huuu…” Dillon cried.
Jo just stared. Veins beginning to bulge out in his forehead. His dumb-ass fluffy for some reason thought the way out of the house was through the fucking bathroom. He has now fallen, broken two legs, covered in his own scaredy poopies, and is begging Jo to help him.
“Sure, buddy,” Jo said flatly. He reached up and turned the cold water; full blast.
“Wuh daddeh doin? daddeh hewp Diwwon! Nu wan wawas wite nao,” Dillon whined as the cold water hit his ass, “SCREEEEEE!!! Cowd wawas! Cowd wawas bad fow fwuffees!”
Jo said nothing. He just stood there with his arms crossed as the tub filled up. Dillon struggled to crawl away from the cold water. His two good legs were barely moving him. He was starved and hurt, Dillon wasn’t going to be able to escape.
“SCREEEE! Poopie pwace cowdees! Cowd wawas make poopie pwace and wumps huwt! Daddeh hewp! Hewp Diwwon! Daddeh daddeh daddeh! Huuu huuu…nu cowd wawas…nu make Diwwon gu foweba sweepies.”
Dillon struggled some more, but the water was catching up to him. He started choking on the water as it had got to his nose. Dillon tried desperately to keep his head above the water. Finally, Dillon was submerged under the water. He was able to roll over and stare up at Jo, making a pitiful face for help. Jo flipped Dillon off as the fluffy made his last gasp, his body twitched as death poopies escaped his bowels. Dillon’s last sight was Jo’s scowling face and middle finger as his eyes glazed over.
After Jo had cleaned up the death zone of the most insufferable fluffy ownership experience, he noticed he had received a letter from his aunt. He stood at his kitchen island opening the letter while he heated up some soup. Shit fuck damn, he thought. She was bound to ask about Dillon. He read it with trepidation.
Ironically, his aunt’s fluffy ran away, got pregnant and turned into a pink nightmare. According to the letter, she and her housekeeper were trying to give the fluffy a bath after it shit itself in its bed. The fluffy got mad at his aunt and bit her hand while she was trying to clean her tail, screaming, “Nu huwt tummeh babbehs!” The housekeeper then shoved the fluffy under the water and drowned it. As a reward, his aunt was taking her housekeeper on vacation to Dubai. His aunt wrote that she would not be hurt if he had somehow lost or killed Dillon, as she now deemed fluffies an ill fitting pet. Jo dropped the letter on the island and started laughing. He laughed until his sides hurt and tears ran from his eyes.
“Oh, Auntie. I’m getting a dog instead. Fuck fluffies,” Jo said as he finished making his soup.