Part one here
Smarty syndrome was one of those things that the general populace thought they understood, but really had only the briefest and most surface-level misinformation about. There was a difference between bad behavior, entitled attitudes and poor husbandry practices, and capital-S Smarty Syndrome. June fast forwarded through most of the footage on her little tablet, occasionally stopping to note particular behaviors. What most people considered to be a “Smarty” was generally simply poor attitude- something that could, with proper time and training, be solved. June’s claim to fame and the reason her modest little business was lucrative was the fact that she could easily claim that she could solve 80% of Smarty cases. It was rare to have a fluffy actually have Smarty Syndrome proper- a result of the interplay between the various genetic material present in fluffy DNA- and incurable, as a result. You couldn’t train biology out of a fluffy.
She smiled, as she found a bit of footage she was looking for. She’d specifically purchased the three little stallions un-neutered, and on the cusp of breeding age. It was, naturally, the time when they would start focusing on baser instincts. Fluffies hit puberty quite early in their development, a result of rodent DNA and design- easier to keep stock up if they could breed early. Oddball and Bouncer were both being Very Good Boys, which she appreciated. There was something she liked even more, however- Chase was being a Bad Boy. He hit Oddball when he wouldn’t let Chase simply win during huggy-tag, and bit Bouncer on his ear when Bouncer was trying to have a turn playing with the ball. These small crimes would have to be punished, of course, but June’s smile grew wider when she saw what she’d been hoping for- jackpot.
Chase trotted over to the nest that Ms June had left for them- a pile of blankets and pillows in soft pastel colors. He was frustrated- the dummies he had to share his saferoom with didn’t play right at all and they were dummy stoopid fluffies, anyway. Didn’t they know he was supposed to win all games, and that they should give him the toys when he wants them? Chase flopped on the nest, on top of a soft pink pillow, huffing exasperatedly. He liked the pink pillow. It reminded him of a pretty filly that had been in the pen opposite his at the FluffMart. He’d never gotten a chance to talk to her or play with her, but he’d liked watching her. Something about her had made his tummy feel funny. He nuzzled the soft pink fabric, thinking about the filly. His no-no stick tingled and hardened, and before long he was rubbing against the pillow. “Enf, enf, enf-” suddenly, Oddball’s shrill, annoying voice cut through the good feels that were happening to his special places. “Chase! Nu do speciaw huggies to piwwow! Dat am against da wuwes!” Chase blew a raspberry at him, returning to humping. “Shut up, stoopid! Enf enf enf Chase do ENF ENF wat Chase WANNA do!” Bouncer pointed to the board where their faces were still on the green track- “Yu gonna get in twoubwe! Yu nu get tweat!” Chase ignored them. Who were they to tell him what to do? He furiously humped the pillow, rubbing as hard and as fast as he could “GUD FEEWS!” He came for the first time in his life, his body twitching as he spilled onto the pillow. He let out a satisfied snort, before hopping off the pillow and bopping Oddball and Bouncer on the noses with his powerful hoofsies. “Yu dummies bettew not teww on Chase, ow Chase wiww giv wowstest huwties!” Bouncer and Oddball hugged each other, crying.
That was good enough for her purposes. She turned the tablet off and entered the room. They all bounded up to her, tails wagging in excitement. June’s face was soft and calm as she waited for the excitement to die down a little, walking to the front of the “classroom” and waiting by the board. “Pick a dot and have a seat, little ones.” She waited patiently for them to park their little butts on the polka dots on the floor. “Good! Now, let’s go over the rules again, hmmm?” Chase began to squirm as she calmly read out the rules again, one by one.
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Good Boys do good poops and pees in the litterbox.
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Good Boys never hit or bite.
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Good Boys share their toys.
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Good Boys are nice to everyone, no matter how they look.
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Good Boys always listen to Ms. June.
6. Good Boys never touch their no-no stick or special lumps.
That last one she read out slowly, her finger tapping softly on each individual word. Her eyes never left Chase. “Now, I know one of you broke the rules. I’m going to give you a chance now to admit it and apologize, and your punishment won’t be as bad.” She waited, her arms crossed. Chase remained silent, pointedly looking away from her. She gave him a moment to stew, before sighing. “Does anyone else want to tell the truth?” Bouncer nearly threw himself over backwards with the speed he raised his hoof- his little leg trembling in the air. “Yes, Bouncer?”
“Chase am Bad Boy ! Chase give sowwy hoofsies to Oddbaww and biteys to Bouncew, and Chase do bad speciaw huggies to piwwow!” Chase whipped around, glaring at Bouncer. “Dummy! Stoopid! Yu shut up!” June let out another dramatic sigh. “Well, that won’t do at all .” She made her way to a small, bright red cabinet in the room. She opened it, removing a pair of nitrile gloves, a couple of q-tips, a small tub of something, and an immobilizer board from the shelf. “I’m afraid now you have to be punished. I don’t like doing this, but it’s to make sure you learn to be a Good Boy.” She set her items down on the small table by the cabinet. She heard the tip-taps of Chase’s hoofpads as he tried to run- fruitlessly, of course. There wasn’t anywhere to hide in the room, and there was no way out. She simply waited for him to scramble by her, and scruffed him with practiced ease. He squealed as he was lifted (“Bad uppies!”), but she paid no mind. June emptied him into a nearby trashcan with a squeeze of his stomach (“Owies! Huwties! Huuu huuu!”) before she strapped him into the immobilizer- this sort was the same kind that was used to castrate stallions, but it wasn’t what it was used for now.
June had not had very good luck when it came to men throughout her life. It wasn’t for lack of trying, it was just that it always seemed like she ended up picking absolute losers by accident. Her first few boyfriends hadn’t passed her family’s stringent requirements, and by the time that June had realized that no one she dated ever would, they’d moved on to better prospects. When she’d finally tried to simply find someone that would pass her own requirements, she’d ended up finding her last partner, a man who’d seemed to be her Prince Charming. Only to find out he’d been cheating on her since they’d started dating. Worse yet, he’d cheated on her with a woman in Yvonne’s yoga class, so there was no way that Yvonne didn’t know. To rub salt in the wound, her mother and father had approved of him, and she couldn’t face their disdain when it came to telling them why she’d actually left him, and so she’d made some wilting excuse about “focusing on her career”, which had earned her another lecture. Worst of all, Yvonne had sat there, pretty and perfect and pitying, her face sad in a way that had enraged June, and then made her feel sick and guilty for being enraged. No, June had come to the conclusion that the only “men” worthy of her time were her “students”.
Having finished her preparations, June schooled her face into one of concern and solemn duty, turning and addressing the remaining fluffies. “This isn’t going to be fun, but that’s just what happens when you break the rules.” She pulled on the nitrile gloves, allowing them to snap in a satisfying way. She took her time, methodically opening the little jar and dipping in two q-tips, slathering them in the solution. It was one she’d devised herself – a simple mixture of vaseline, menthol, and capsaicin. While she was preparing, Chase writhed, trying to free himself. “Dummy stoopid munstew wady! Wet Chase gu wite nao!” She paid him no mind, instead using one of the q-tips to smear the goo over and into his anus (“NU TOUCH POOPY PWACE!”) and all over his balls. She tossed it into the same trashcan he’d been emptied into, before grabbing the second q-tip. It would take a second for the menthol and capsaicin to take effect. June pinched the base of his shaft, forcing his tiny penis to extend, flopping outward pathetically, which she then quickly swiped with the goo, covering as much as she could before the deflated shaft retracted back in. Calmly taking off her gloves, she had to prevent a wide grin from breaking on her face as it began to take effect.
Chase hated this, whatever this “punishment” was. Who was this stupid dummy lady to tell him he couldn’t have good feels or do what he liked? She was lucky she got to have a fluffy as nice and wonderful as him! He pulled and kicked his legs against the thing holding him in place, but couldn’t get enough leverage to pull free. Stupid thing! He would just have to give it sorry poopies, then. He strained, cheeks puffing with effort. He was so focused on punishing the stupid dummy thing holding him that it took him a moment to realize what was happening. Then came the burning, and the horrible chemical chill spreading outward from inside him. He began to grunt and groan, squirming against his restraints. “Owies! Stoopid wady hewp Chase wite nao-” his eyes suddenly widened as the burning sensation spread upwards, towards his balls and no-no stick. He writhed harder, trying to angle his ass so he could rub at the horrible, burning, itching feeling, but it was no use. He looked up at June, who was watching him calmly, a slight twitching at the corners of her mouth. “HEY WADY! NEED HEWP! NO NO STICK HAV HUWTIES!” But the stupid lady didn’t move, only watched as the burning got worse and worse. He shrieked, shaking- the lady had melted his special places! She’d melted them off! “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE-”
June watched with silent enjoyment as the goo took effect. It would only get worse over time, with the whole ordeal taking a few hours to finish as the mixture lost efficacy. Oddball and Bouncer were holding each other, staring with huge, horrified eyes as their friend shook and seized, screaming. She was tempted to leave him to scream, but it was still quite early in the course. Instead she quietly took a muzzle from the little cabinet and hooked it over his mouth, muffling his screaming. June methodically cleaned up, placing everything back into its rightful place as the punishment continued. Finally, with no pomp or circumstance, she plopped the entire board with Chase still on it into the cabinet, shutting the door with a small click. She made sure to hide her smile as she turned. “Now, I know that was hard to watch, and I’m sorry about that.” Bouncer and Oddball looked up at her with eyes full of tears, still hugging each other tightly. “I don’t like doing that,” June lied, “but I have to do that so that you can find Good Mommies and Daddies. You see,” June made her way back to the front of the classroom, ignoring the muffled noises from the cabinet, “If you don’t find Good Mommies and Daddies, then you have to go Outside, which is bad. ”
June spent the rest of that afternoon telling the fluffies about how bad being Outside was. How they’d get sick and hurt, how they’d starve, how there were mean people outside who liked to hurt fluffies just to hurt them- horror story after horror story, each one couched as a fable, and at last when Bouncer and Oddball were weepy messes, she scooped them up, kissing them all over their little faces and tickling them until they laughed watery giggles. “You don’t have to worry about all those things, though, because you’re going to learn how to be Good Boys, and nothing bad ever happens to Good Boys!” They cheered, clapping their hoof-pads together. She turned on the small white noise machine on the table next to the cabinet- soothing birdsong and rain sounds to cover the last muffled sounds of pain from the cabinet. The rest of the day she spent playing with Oddball and Bouncer, teaching them their alphabet, giving them all the love and attention that the little creatures so craved. At last, she got them settled for bed, making sure they had kibble and water. She was about to leave when Bouncer called after her.
“Ms June? How time tiww Chase can be out of sowwy woom?” June gave him a little scritch between the ears. Chase was still in the cabinet. “He can come out tomorrow and try again to be a Good Boy, but for right now he needs to learn a lesson. Don’t worry, little one. He’s not in danger, just scared.” She’d turned off the white noise machine. After a while, Chase had screamed himself hoarse and reduced himself to wet hiccups and sniffles, which was easily ignored. She stood and left, ready to take care of the rest of her charges for the evening, as well as having her own evening wind down. Tomorrow, she’d have another clue as to whether or not Chase had proper Smarty Syndrome. She hoped he did. It had been a while since the Red Room had seen proper use. June hummed happily as she climbed the stairs. It was only a matter of time.