“Alright everyone, I hope you all did good poopies while you were gone, because if not, this next lesson might apply to you.”
You are Mustaffa Abushir, professional fluffy fixer and showman extraordinaire. You have just gotten back from a kebab and cocaine break so your audience could empty their bowels and your staff could make the necessary adjustments to the stage for your next demonstration.
“As I understand it, a bad little fluffy named Peanut has been forgetting to use the litterbox at home. Is that right Peanut?”
“Huuuu pwease nu tewe fwuffies day, am jus assident, peenut get su happies pwayin wif bwuddus dat nu wemembew tu use wittaboxie huuuu nu wan be bad poopie fwuffie.” The answer came from a light tan fluffy with darker spots and a dark brown main who was almost in tears from shame and embarrassment.
“HA! Dummeh hoomin, smawtey maek poopies wheweva wan, dummeh mummuh an daddeh haf ta cwean awwww da poopies. Stupi peenut nu cwy wike babbeh ovew it.”
“Well I am very glad to hear you don’t want to be bad peanut, but you still were. Let’s see if we can’t all learn what happens to bad poopie fluffies.”
A curtain pulls back, revealing a low stainless steel platform with a conveyor belt taking up most of the middle, raised two feet off the ground, a third as long as the stage was wide, running left to right. At one end on the floor was a plexiglass box with a beautiful monocolor white pegasus mare and three walkie talkie foals. A White and green unicorn colt, a green and white pegasus filly, and a yellow and white earthy filly. The box was open on three sides, but did have a four foot and slightly curved backstop was directly opposite the edge of the table.
“Huuuu nu wike sowwy box, am bad fowe babbeh, nu du nuffin wong huuuu.”
“Mummuh sabe bestest babbeh fwom meanie boxie, wan wun an pway, nu be stuckies.”
“Wai mistah put babbeh in sowwy boxie, am bad babbeh?” The family cried and complained, uncomfortable in their confinement.
“Dose da pewettiest babbehs eva!”
“Mummuh wook, dat babbeh am pointy babbeh wike bestet babbeh!”
“Smawtey nee dummeh pwetty wingie mawe fowe enfies NAO!”
From stage left comes your assistant, Esmerellda, your raven haired Angel in the unnecessarily skimpy outfit made of little more than glittery red ribbons. She is pushing a wheeled cage with a chattering little fluff inside. She opens the door, and reveals the star of this chapter.
“Whewew am Gweesy? Whewe am speciew fwend an babbehs? Why gif gud fwuffy weggies pointy owies huuuu” The speaker is a large emerald dreen and yellow earthy stallion, his bloated stomach wobbly and almost dragging the ground like a pregnant mare.
“Oba hewe speciew fwiend!!! Sabe snowy an babbehs pwease! Huuuu nu wike boxie”
“Gweesy sabe yu speciew fwien! Cummin su fass!” Despite his bold declaration, he hardly waddled his massive bulk at a snails pace to his family’s prison.
“Wet speciew fwien an babbehs gu dummeh boxie, owe get wowstest sowwie hoofsies!” He began battering the box with his useless little marshmallow pads, tears streaming down all of their faces as they saw what little good it was doing.
“I’m sorry Greasy, but this is the poopie box. It will only let your family out if you make good poopies in the litterbox.”
“Huuu wa? Why boxie cawe if Gweesy maek gud poopies? Nu wike wittew box, daddeh say neva haf use if nu wan, poopie fwuffies maek wickei cweanies fowe Gweesy.”
It was true, you had been spoiling him like the other fluffies for the sake of the demonstration, letting him shit all over his safe room since you got him as a foal, and making your staff of well trained (violently abused) shit eaters clean it up with their mouths, but today was the pay off.
“I don’t know Greesy, but that is what the box wants, do you love your family enough to save them?”
“Pwease daddeh, sabe bestest babbeh!”
“Huuuu yu can du it daddeh, hew wittwe babbeh pwease!”
“Speciew fwiend am gud fwuffy, can sabe famiwy, Snowy beeweev in yu!!!’
The speech was exactly what the lard ass needed to rouse his spirits.
“Yus! Gweesy sabe famiwy, maek bestest poopies!”
“That’s great Greasy, let me help you.” You lift his bulk onto the table and explain to him his task.
“Ok Greasy, down there is a clean litterbox, all you have to do is walk down there and do good poopies in it. Any good fluffy who loves his family should be able to do that no problem. Understand?”
“Gweesy unastan, gun make bestest poopies an be hewow, get bestest speciew huggies an gud feews fwum speciew fwend afta!”
“Well aren’t you ambitious. Let’s get started.”
The bloated fluff begins his trek, one hoof at a time, making a third as much distance as a healthier fluffy normally would, but his stomach was hindering his movement.
“Huuuu huuu wai walkies su hawd? Weggies feew funneh, pwease weggies, nu stahp, nee sabe famiwy!”
*Ah, looks like the novacain is kicking in.”
“What’s wrong Greasy, don’t you want to be a good fluffy? Your family need you!”
“Nu stahp gweesy! Keep gu’in!”
“Pwease sabe dose babbehs gweesy, sowwy boxie am bad fowe babbehs!”
“How can dummeh nu maek gud walkies? Ha! UGWY FAT FWUFFY TU DUMMEH FOWE WALKIN!!!”
“Huuuu huuuu pwease huwy speciew fwien, snowy haf maek poopies, nu wan poopies in tu smaw sowwy box, maek pwetty fwuff diwty.”
“Huuuuuu am twyin speciew fwien, bu weggies nu wowk nu moooowe huuu huuuuu”
The drugs administered shortly before he came out were working at full effect, his weight and the numbing agent had rendered his stumpy limbs totally useless. He was flopped down on his belly crying. That’s when the table kicked on.
“Wa? Why fwowe muvin? Am gun taek gweesy tu witta box? Yaaaaay su happies, fank yu nice tabew!!! Way…wu? Nuuuuuu am wong way! Nee gu fowd mistah tabew, nee gu tu witta boxie, nu tu famiwy!!!”
The conveyor belt started at the press of a remote in your pocket, and began pulling the fat ass back towards the end of the table where his family were trapped.
“Why are you going backwards greasy, don’t you want to save your family? The litterbox is the other way!”
“Huuuu nu wan gu backywowds, wan maek gud poopies, bu weggies nu woooowk huu huuuu meanie fwowe takin bweesy fwum witta boxie, wai be mean tu gweesy, am gud fwuffy!!!”
“Pwease daddeh nu cum backsies yet! Nee maek gud poopies an sabe wittew babbeh!”
“Dummeh daddeh, sabe bestest babbeh nao! Nu cum back tiw gud poopies!”
“Huuuu wai speciew fwien nu sabe snowy? Nu wub nu mowe?”
“That can’t be true, can it? No, it must be the bad poopies inside you. You never use the litterbox, so that means all your poopies are bad poopies, and now they want to hurt your family!”
“Nuuuuu!!! Nu wan hewt famiwy, wub pwetty speciew fwien an pwetty babbehs! Huuuu nu mean be bad, jus nu wike use wittaboxie huuuuu.”
“Well now the bad poopies are out of control, oh no, your right back where you started!”
It was true, he was now at the end of the table, ass hanging off the edge right over his mate and spawn.
It was time to play the trump card.
You reach into your pocket and find a second remote. You rub your thumb over the button and savor the circus to come.
Click
SCREEEEEEE “WOWSTEST SHOCKY HUWTIES!!!”
prrrrrrrrbssshhhlshhhh
A couple thousand volts ran into the fluffies neck via a pretty collar from his daddeh, and a waterfall of shit flew out of his ass and down into the box holding his family. The volume, heinous color, and abominable stink of it all was due to a hefty diet of indian food, spoiled fruit and sugar free candy you’d been loading him up on for the last couple of days. The pain of the shock gave him a monster case of scardie poopies, that his beloved mate and children were now practically swimming in.
“HUUUUUUUUU WAI GIF MUMMUH AN BABBEHS WOWSTEST SOWWY POOPIIEEEESSS HUUU HUUUUU NU SMEW PWETTY, PWETTY FWUFF AM AWE POOPIE NAO UUUHHUUUHUUUUU”
“HUUUUU GACK BABBEH MAEK SICKIE WAWAAAAS HUUU HUUUU MUMMUH HEWP BESTEST BABBEH.”
“NU WAN BE POOPIE BABBEH NU WAN NU WAN NU WAN HUUUU HUUUUU”
“Mummuh hewp! Babbeh am sinkies in poopie huuuuuu”
“Huuuuu su sowwy species fwen! Nu mean maek bad poopies on famiwy, meanie cows gif wowst owies, gwees haf scawdies huuu huuu tummeh nu free gud, buwnie poopies huwt poopie pwace huuu”
“Babbeh see pwaces haf buwnies huuuuu”
“Wow, I thought you were going to use the litterbox, it’s just right over there, why did you poop on your family?”
“Nu knu!!! Nu mean tu huuu wan use wittabox wike gud fwuffy, wan sabe family fwom poopie box huuu huuuuu”
“Well there it is, just walk there and use the box, save them!”
“WEGGIES NU WOWK HUUUUUU PWEASE WEGGIES PWEASE WOWK, NU MAEK DU POOPIES ON SPECIEW FWIEND AN BABBEHS”
CLICK
SCREEEEEEEEE HUUUUUU WAI COWA HUWT FWUFFYYYY
PPPPBBBBBTTTTTT
Another geyser of shit sprays out and raises the level of sewage even higher. The babies were standing on their back hoofsies, leaning on their mother who was too slick and slippery to climb up.
“HUUUUUU WAI MOWE POOPIES!!! DUMMEH SPECIEW FWIEND GIF MOWE POOPIES AN NU USE WITTABOX! SNOWY HATCHU, YU NU AM SPECIEW FWIEND NU MOWE HUUUU WET OUT WET OUT!!!”
“Mummuh, babbeh scawed! Nu poopies am su deep huuu huuuuu nu wan swim in poopies, sabe babbeh!”
“NU! Sabe bestest babbeh! Maek dummeh bwudda an sissy num poopies an sabe bestest!!!”
“Huuu huuuu smew su nu pwetty huuuuu huwts tu maek bweaffies”
“HUUUUUUHUUUUHUUUUU NU SAY HATE GWEESY, NU DU ON PUWPOSE HUUUUUU SHOCKIES MAEK FWUFFY DU POOPIES, WEGGIES NU WET USE WITTABOX, WAI EVWYTHIN SU MEANIE HUUUU DADDEH SAVE FWUFFY AN FAMIWY PWEEEAAASE.”
“I’m sorry greasy, I would never want to help such an awful fluffy making bad poopies on his own babies”
“Dat fwuffy wowstest fwuffy eva!”
“Pwease nu wet meanie fwuffy gu poopies on gud babbeh”
“Hehehe dummeh ugwy fwuffy du poopies on dummeh babbehs hehehe, dummeh mawe nu eben wowff given enfies nu mowe.”
CLICK
SCREEEEEEEEEEE
PPPPBBBBSHHHHHHSSSST
“HUUUUUU STAHP STAHP STAAAAHHHP”
“Bwuddu! Babbeh swippin! Hewp sissy, hewp! Nu can swim in poopies, nu wan dw-pbpbpbpttttbblllt”
“Nu gwab bestest babbeh hoofsie!!!”
“BABBEH!” Snowy cries as she watches her filly sink down into the almost half full container of liquid hell.
“Mummuh safe yu babbeh! Mummuh hewe!!!” She thrashes around in search of the baby girl, not realizing she has knocked another of her children into the filth soup.
“Mu-Mubba! S-Sabbwww-Sabe babeshshhhhshhshsblblblbl”
Down he sank, but she was deaf to his cries in her frantic search for the filly.
“Wha happen? Whewe babbehs gu-SCREEEEEEEEEEE”
“SHPLSHSHPLSHSHPLSHPPPPBBBBBTTTTT”
Greasy was fast deflating from the lost waste that was now almost filling the container. It smelled like the devils own porta john, and even you, an experienced fluffy handler were shocked how much fecal matter one creature could hold.
Snowy was stained an unrecognizable brown, not an inch of her once pristine white fluff showing through. Bestest was holding on for dear life, only just managing to grab a tuft of his mothers tail with his teeth to save him from certain death.
“Babbeh! Babbeh pwease cum tu mummuh, whewe am bab-crunch”
“Wu…wu dat? NUUUUUUUUUUUHUUUUU HUUUUUUU BABBEH PWEASE NU FOWEBA SWEEPIES, NU MEAN TU DU STOMPIIIEESSSS HUUU HUUUUU” She leaned in and grabbed the broken, feces caked body of her baby girl.
“WAAAAAAAI HUUU HUUUUU WAI SU MANY MEANIE POOPIES HUUUUUUU BABBEHS NU FOWE POOPEIES N HUWTIES HUUUUU AM FOWE HUGGIES AN WUUUUB NU SPOSE DWINK POOPIES, SPOSE HAF MIWKIEEESSSS HUUUUU YU WOWSTEST FWUFFY DADDEH EBAAAAAA”
“HUUUUUUUHUUUUHUUUUUU SUUU SOWY SPECIEW FWIEND HUUU HUUUUUU NU SABE FAMIWY, AM WOWST FWUFFY, AM WOWST DADDEHHHHHH NU MAEK GUD POOPIEEEES”
“That’s right, you made awful poopies, you gave your babies forever sleepies with poopies, that’s why the poopie monster is coming to punish you.”
“Wu? NUUUUU NU WAN POOPIE MUNSTUH!!!”
“Too late Greasy, you were a bad bad fluffy who didn’t use the litter box, and now everyone is sad. Come here poopie monster.”
From stage right, a man in a brown paint smeared jump suit and a gas mask comes bolting in with a bag in his hand. There are only three things in this bag.
“I heard there is a bad fluffy who does bad poopies, so I am going to take your POOPIE PLACE!!!”
“NUUUUU NEE POOPIE PWACE, NEE FOWE MAEK POOPIES!!!”
“You’ve made all the poopies you will ever need to make shitrat!” With that, he pulls out a golfball sized steel but plug, with a series of spikes pointing down towards the base. With no lube but a bit of shit taken from the box, it is rammed straight to the base into the fluffies asshole.”
SCREEEEEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST POOPIE PWACE OWIES EVVVVAAAAAAAAHUUUUHUUUUUU CHIRP CHIRP PEEP PEEP PEEP MUMMUH SABE BABBEH!!!”
“Thats not all shitrat! Watch what happens to your little turn family!”
The poopie monster spins Greasy around so he can see down into the box at the nightmare he has subjected his loved ones too. He sees snowy ccradling the broken filly, he sees the mane of his little colt floating dead in the ass porridge, and sees his bestest covered in butt mud, only barely now holding on to his mothers shoulders.
“DUMMEH MUMMUH, YU AWMOST MAEK BESTEST BABBEH DWONSIE IN POOPIES!!! AWMOST GU FOWEBA SWEEPIES WIKE DUMMEH BWUDDA AN SISSY, YU SPOSE SABE BESTEST!!!”
“You folks are looking a little dirty, let me cleanse you!” The poopie monster (a local homeless guy who lives in the back of a rusted out toyota hilux under a bridge that you pay in cheap vodka) Grabs a can from his bag and begins to douse the fluffies in it, cleaning away some of the shit.
“Gif babbeh cweansies, dank yu screeeeeeee buwnie wawa buwnie wawa huwt babbehs smew an see pwaces huuuuu mummuh sabe bestest!!!”
“Huuuuu wai meanie wawa huuuuu nu wan jus wan be cwean, jus wan babbehs back!!!”
“BE PURIFIED!!!” He pulls out the last item, a box of matches and strikes one up, dropping it in and cackling like a mad man as the flames consume the pair with an erection granting
SCREEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST BUUUWWWNIIIEEEEESSSSSS”
“NUUUUUUU SPECIEW FWIEND!!! BESTEST BABBEH!!! NUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUU AM DADDEH NU MOWE HUUUUUU WAN DIE WAN DIE”
You quickly step forward and drop the curtains, as the house staff begin to clean up the mess and put out the flames. You could still here the loop of “wan die” but it faded slowly as Greasy was hauled away to shredders kennel, the you couldn’t wait to see if ripping the plug out snapped him out of it long enough for him to fear being devoured by the doberman.
“Are we ever going to forget the litterbox again Peanut?”
“Huuuuuuu su scawey!!! Peanut neba fowget dis day fowe aw fowebas tu cum, aways use wittaboxie, nu wan dwown babbehs in poopie and fwames.”
“HEHEHEHE DU GAIN, DU GAIN!!! DUMMEHS SCWEAM SU FUNNIES HEHEHE”
“I am glad to hear it Peanut, I trust you, your mommah is going to be so happy.”