Here’s your new Fluffy House, Prissy
It means you get to sleep outside all the time!
-wait you are telling me that my actions…have consequences?no no no it must be my stupid family yes is all their fault
Too quick . I recommend dousing her in a mixture cigarette ashes and snuff spit
The smell would be unbearable to a normal fluffy and even more so to one as pampered as prissy
Leave her like that for a few days as the ash falls off make her clean it up by eating it
If her behavior improves simply wash it off with a garden hose
You can only pillow a fluffy one time
This can be done anytime they are bad
Eventually all you’ll have to do is say you are getting the ashtray
And they will fall in line
Simple . Efficient and technically a form of recycling
You came up with this but don’t write abuse stories?? Lmaoo great idea though, I really like that.
The thing people don’t realize about hugboxers is
That we do technically “abuse”
But it’s framed around being a punishment
Simply pillowing or torture a fluffy over simply existing isn’t cathartic to us
When you set the rules of no lasting physical damage you open up a world of possibilities
For “abuse”
Limited only by your imagination
The punishment I mentioned is fairly similar to one a kid at my school got
His mom caught him smoking and she made him go to bed without brushing his teeth , sleep in the clothes that reeked of smoke ,she didn’t even let him shower until the next day
But the lesson stuck and he never wanted to even look a cigarette again
Facts
It’s kind of hard to even feel mad at the fluffy when the dumb-human tag is so clearly in effect, and they were raised shitty!
I mean I still wanna see some suffering though, what the fuck do you think we’re here for?
I call it a “truck-stop chia pet”
Doubt Prissy will ever change. Might as well kill her. Or give her a slow death.
She is so dumb , she knows her dumb pet is getting out of control and there she is crying or sniffling like shit just doing nothing.
In my mind she’s basically the fluffy owner equivalent of one of those wealthy parents who raises a kid who drunk drives and kills 6 people and thinks they did nothing wrong. Just a rich lady with a severely detached sense of the world and responsibility.
Can we call up someone with magic and turn Kathleen into a fluffy and send both of them to their fate?
Hey they may be pretty garbage at fluffy ownership but at least this couple isn’t badly parenting a living being who’s life could possibly MATTER, amirite?
I wonder who’s running this expensive ( snicker ) school- trying to decide which flavor of abuser-turned- profit minded ‘educator’ would be the most entertaining. Army style training until the fluffy is physically and mentally broken down to chirpy stage? Sensory deprivation chamber for a week? Or my favorite, the ol’ ‘transfer the brain of a well behaved but ill-colored fluffy into the family pet, educated enough to pass ( to a vapid rich person anyway ) for the same, put brain into old fluffy’s body, enjoy the money AND the ability to torture a spoiled brat for the rest of its miserable life’ option? Ahh the possibilities.
Why it just so happens to be this place Fluffy Wellness Center which is definitely very professional and wouldn’t ever make mistakes
Ooh, this looks promising! grabs the popcorn
If we’re REALLY lucky, maybe Sugar’s old daddeh might have been invited to some of the more ‘extreme behavioral therapy’ courses, to demonstrate the fine art of traumatizing a fluffy into compliance!
If a smarty and his herd were to stop by and give prissy the usual treatment… I’d only kill him after they were done.
You’re over complicating things
The most effective form of torture for such a selfish creature is simply “nothing”
Make them crave everything but give them nothing
Leave the body completely unharmed
Make them crave the sweet release of death but give them no means of hastening the process
Let their own health be a curse
They have their precious leggies and see places
What good are legs with no one to run to?
What good are eyes with nothing worth seeing ?
What good is a tongue with no one to talk to?
The fluffy equivalent of sitting in the dmv with nothing to do
I’m trying to write a story here, not tend a zen garden
Prissy didn’t want the teddy bear
Make her so starved for love and physical contact
That she wishes she had something as simple as that teddy bear to lessen the crushing loneliness
Only to remember that she destroyed it
And sink further into despair until finally her own mind derps itself to escape the hell of sissy own creation
Do not fret, I am sure Kathleen makes up for it by being brisk with the poors