By the morning the two had forgotten their fight, Berry getting cold at some point in the night and snuggling into her sister’s bed.
“Good morning ladies!” Tricia said, a large bowl of kibble in her hands.
“Mummah!” The mares dropped the blocks they were playing with and waddled over to her, wrapping their hooves around her legs.
“Watch out! You’re going to make me spill!” Tricia gave an exaggerated wobble that spilled a handful of kibble across the floor.
Berry jumped back, looking nervously between the spilled kibble and Tricia. Bramble giggled as she untangled herself, wagging her tail as the bowl of kibble was set down.
“Wait a second, Bramble!” Tricia set her foot between the mare and her breakfast. “What’s the rule?”
“…Sissy goes fiwst…” Bramble deflated a little, watching Berry cautiously approach the bowl.
Berry took a small bite of kibble, chewed it carefully, then another. Her tail lifted from between her legs as she ate, slowly wagging as her mood lifted.
“Is it good?” Tricia asked?
“Yus!” Berry chirped.
“Will you share with Bramble?”
“Yus!” She chirped again, without hesitation.
“Alrighty! Go ahead, Bramble!”
Tricia moved her foot so the green pegasus could dig into the other side of the bowl. She watched them eat their fill, leaning against the counter. The kibble was far more than what the pair of young mares needed for a single meal, somewhere closer to their daily portion.
When the pair had eaten all they could they stepped back from the bowl.
“Can hab nyu toysies?” Bramble asked. “Pwease?”
“That’s a very nice way to ask, honey, but not right now.” Tricia said, picking up the bowl of kibble.
“Buh-”
Bramble was cut off by a cold glare from Tricia. “What did I say about begging?”
The mare shrank back at the sudden lack of warmth in her voice, the sharp look in her eye. “…not tu…?”
“Yes, that’s right!” Tricia smiled warmly, like nothing had happened. “I have some other fun things planned today.”
“Wha’ am??” Berry asked, tail wagging excitedly.
“You’re going to get to play in the rest of the house today!”
The mares cheered, excited to discover a new space.
“There are a few new rules though.” Tricia kneeled down to the pair as they sat in front of her.
“I’ve cleaned up and put all the dangerous things away, but don’t go into any of the places with closed doors. Don’t eat anything you find up there. Most importantly…” Tricia’s kind mask dropped once again. “You do not make bad poopies anywhere but the litter box in here. Bad poopies are one of the worst things a fluffy can do. Do you understand?”
The pair nodded solemnly in silence.
“Perfect!” Tricia smiled once again, her warm demeanor back. “Let’s go play then!”
Tricia led the excited fluffies out the saferoom door, laughing as they struggled up the stairs.
“Suuuuu big!” Bramble said, staring in wonder at Tricia’s kitchen. “Am biggest housie!”
“Not nearly as big as your future daddy’s house!”
“Dewe am BIGGEW housie?!” Berry gasped.
Tricia nodded. “My house is pretty small, as houses go.”
“Daddeh hab biggest housie fo’ guud fwuffies!!” Berry cheered. She turned and ran past the living room and into the hallway, Bramble close on her heels.
“Remember the rules! I’ll be on the couch if you need me!” Tricia called after them.
“Housie suu fun!” Berry said, standing in the doorway of Tricia’s bedroom. “Suuuuu many pwetty tings!”
Bramble entered behind her, eyes wide as she took in the band posters on the walls, the messy desk in the corner, and the plush blankets piled on the unmade bed.
“Dis am mummah’s nestie?” Brambled asked, standing on her hind legs to sniff the edge of the mattress.
“Am soft!” Berry said, rubbing her face against the corner of the blanket.
Bramble continued to sniff at the mattress. A smell caught her attention, something she couldn’t quite put her hoof on. She dropped down and continued to sniff, following the trail to the corner of the doorway. It was a strange smell, musky and familiar but not, somehow.
“Wha’ smeww?” Berry asked.
Bramble squinted, thinking hard. “Nu knu…”
Berry stepped over, sniffing at the corner. “Hm…”
Bramble, nose held in the air, started walking slowly out of the room as she followed the trail. It was such a strange smell, kinda gross, but kinda nice in a weird way.
She stopped at a closed door in the hallway, staring up at the plain white panels. It smelled kinda like her brothers, they way they smelled when they were little foals with their mother.
“Am… oddah fwuffy?” Bramble said.
“Oddah fwuffy?!” Berry ran up to put her hooves on the door. “Mummah nu say hab oddah fwuffy!!”
Bramble crouched down to peer under the door, seeing the hard wood floor of the room reflecting the sunlight coming in the window. “Hewwo? Nyu fwend???”
Berry tapped her hoof against the door. “Fwuffy am Bewwy! Sissy am Bwambwe! Wan’ be fwends!”
“What are you girls doing?” Tricia asked, coming up the hallway towards them. “I thought I said not to go into closed rooms.”
“Fwuffies nu gu in!” Bramble said as Berry tried to hide behind her. “Jus’ wan’ see oddah fwuffy!!”
“Oh, you can smell him?” Tricia asked, sitting down on the floor next to them. “I’m not mad, Berry. You don’t need to hide.
Bramble nodded as her sister slowly stepped out from behind her. “Can smeww oddah fwuffy! Wan’ be fwends!”
“Well, Ringo isn’t in there.”
“…Wingo?” Berry asked tentatively.
“Yes, he’s my fluffy. Since I’m taking care of you two he’s staying with a friend of mine. This is his safe room.”
“Wai Wingo gu ‘way?” Bramble asked.
“Well, stallions and mares can’t be around each other.” Tricia said plainly.
“…Wai?” Bramble asked.
“Well, because babies will happen!” Tricia said standing up.
Bramble opened her mouth again but Tricia cut her off. “You girls keep exploring while I make you two a snack. I’ll call you when it’s ready!”
Bramble watched her walk down the hallway, chewing on her lip.
“How stawwion make babbehs?” Berry said. “Wai mummah nu wan’?? Babbehs am bestest ting!”
“Nu knu.” Bramble took another sniff of the scent. It made her feel… weird. Good, but weird. Like she wanted to keep smelling it. Like she wanted to do… something. She couldn’t get her thinkie place to say what it was.
“Wha’ am dis woom?” Berry said, poking her nose into the bathroom across the hall.
Bramble turned to follow her sister, taking another long sniff at the smell before trotting after her.
“Girls! Snack’s ready!”
Berry jumped out from behind the shower curtain, startling Bramble who was doing the seeking in a game of hide and go seek. She recovered and scampered after her sister, skidding to a stop in the kitchen.
“Have either of you ever had a slushie?” Tricia held a large bowl over the pair of excited fluffies.
“Nu! Wub swushie!!” Bramble said standing on her hind legs trying to try and peek into the bowl.
Tricia laughed. “Well, let’s see what you think!”
The mares gasped as a bowl of shaved ice was lowered down to them, various flavor syrups dyeing the fluffy ice in a swirling rainbow of colors. As it was set down Bramble lunged forward, unable to resist the colorful treat. She beamed as the cold and sweet treat filled her mouth, but before she could properly enjoy it she was yanked into the air by her scruff.
“Hey, remember the rule?” Tricia said.
Bramble frowned. “Sissy gu fiwst… buh nummies su pwetty!!”
“Yeah, well you need to learn to be patient.” Tricia dropped her on one side of her split kitchen sink. “Now you’ll have to wait until your sister is done.”
“Huu…” Bramble hooked her hooves over the counter and watched Berry gobble down the treat. She would take a bite from one color and then dart to the other side of the bowl to try another, oblivious to her sister’s suffering.
“Slow down, honey!” Tricia said. “You eat too fast it’ll give you hurties!”
To Bramble’s dismay her sister slowed her gobbling, taking her time as she picked out spots of the flavored syrup she had decided were her favorites.
It felt like an endless agony to the mare in the sink, watching the colors begin to melt and mix into a muddy grey mess. What was worse was that her sister didn’t look up from the treat once, greedily eating as much as she could.
After an eternity to Bramble and about three minutes to Tricia, Berry stepped back from the bowl.
“You had enough?” Tricia asked.
Berry nodded in reply, licking stains of various colors from her lips.
“Alright, your turn now!” Tricia picked Bramble back up and set her next to the bowl. “Eat up!”
What the green mare saw made her want to cry. All that was left of the colorful mountain of ice and rainbows was a grey sludge floating in a pool of brown liquid. It smelled nice, but it looked like newspaper floating in sewer water. Bramble sniffled as she leaned in to take a sip of the brown juice. It was sweet and nice, but any individual flavors were lost in the mix. She shot Berry a glare, who was happily trotting into the living room with a belly full of rainbows.
Bramble drank her fill of the sweet liquid, trying to hide her disappointment. When she was done she stepped back from the bowl and Tricia leaned down to pick it up.
“Was that good, honey?”
“Yus.” She replied listlessly. “Tank’oo Mummah.”
“Such a polite girl.” Tricia ruffled her mane. “You’re going to make your Daddeh really happy.”
The compliment cheered the mare some, she leaned in to the pet before turning to follow her sister into the living room.
The TV had a rather basic nature documentary on, a very fluffy safe one about a family of colorful parrots that had no predators or other “scawy” content. Bramble said nothing to Berry as she sat on the rug next to her.
She wasn’t sure if she was mad at her sister yet. She did eat all the good parts of the treat, but Bramble had been bad to not wait. Still, Bramble decided, if she was a good sister she would have saved at least a little bit of the pretty stuff for her.
After a while of watching the birds eat strange fruit and feed their young, Berry stood.
“Nee’ make guud poopies an’ peepees.” She said to no one in particular. Bramble didn’t take her eyes off the screen as her sister wandered towards the saferoom. She needed to use the litterbox too, but she wanted to watch the strange bird babies. They were naked, wrinkly skinned and kinda ugly with their bulging eyes but Bramble found them cute in a way.
She waited a while longer, until she could feel her bowels threatening to move without her consent before getting up to go back to the safe room. The motion made the feeling even more urgent, so she picked up her pace.
Tricia was sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the stairs. “Remember what I said about bad poopies.”
Bramble’s ears flattened. She didn’t want to be a bad fluffy, but she could feel the pressure in not only her bowels but her bladder as well. She nodded as she hurried to the stairs.
Looking down the narrow steps, they seemed much larger from this end than they did going up them. About halfway down was Berry, grunting with effort as she slowly lowered herself backwards down each step.
Bramble moved from hoof to hoof anxiously. She really needed to use the litter box, but the stairs were really scary. She looked around, as if a second litter box would appear. She only saw Tricia, watching her with a neutral expression.
Biting her lip, Bramble turned and began to lower herself down in the same way her sister was. It was hard and awkward, with her back turned she felt very vulnerable. The corner of the step dug into her stomach, Bramble gasped as a tiny trickle of urine escaped her. Tricia’s eyes locked on to her and the terrified mare tried to recoil away from the sharp glance, sending her tumbling down the stairs.
Bramble did her best to cross her legs as she tumbled down the stairs, more scared of breaking a rule than a bone. The corners of the stairs slammed into every part of her, only broken up by the soft impact of her landing on Berry.
The green mare tumbled into the saferoom, dizzy and hurting but with her bodily fluids kept within her. She slowly righted herself, yelping as she put pressure on her left front hoof. Wincing she hurried herself to the litterbox across the room. She could hear Berry crying and Tricia’s heavy footsteps going down the stairs but the only thought on her mind was getting to the litterbox before anything leaked out of her.
The second the pine-scented sand was under her she released a torrent of fluid, both urine and her feces liquidized by her fear. She released a relieved sigh as she finished, kicking a bit of litter over the mess before collapsing on the padded floor.
Across the room Tricia entered, holding a filthy and sobbing Berry by one of her front hooves.
“What did I tell you about bad poopies?” She growled.
“N-nu mean tu!!” Berry pleaded. “Bewwy wan’ make guud poopies buh sissy-”
She was cut off by Tricia slamming her down on the counter, Bramble winced at her sister’s yelp.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” Tricia pressed her hand down over the moaning mare’s mouth as she dug through one of the drawers with her other hand. Berry struggled as tears streamed down her face.
Finding what she was looking for, Tricia took her hand off Berry’s mouth for a moment to loudly rip a strip of duct tape off the roll.
“Bewwy nu du ‘gain, Bewwy nebah weab-”
Tricia slapped the duct tape over her muzzle, taping her to the counter. “I said I didn’t want to hear it.”
“Mummah nu, nu huwt Bewwy.” Bramble pleaded, getting her hooves under her. “Bwambwe faww on- owwie!” She yelped as she stepped on her painful limb again.
“Oh no, are you hurt?” Tricia switched cleanly from angry to concerned, rushing to kneel next to her.
“Just wittow owwies, sissy-”
“Hush.” Tricia silenced her with a much gentler hand on her muzzle. “Don’t you worry about your naughty sister, you were a very good girl using the litter box! Can I see your leggie?”
Bramble sniffled as she lifted her leg, resting it in Tricia’s gentle hands. She bit her lip as she examined the hoof, squeezing softly at various points. When Tricia reached her shoulder, Bramble couldn’t hold back the yelp of pain.
“Oh no, your poor little leggie is out of place.” Tricia patted her on the head gently. “I’m going to put it back, but it’s going to hurt a lot and then it’ll get better, okay?”
Bramble nodded in silence.
“Okay, on three. One, two-” Tricia shoved the fluffy’s shoulder back into the socket before she could tense up.
“SCREEE!” Bramble couldn’t hold it back, the sharp jolt of pain shot through her before leaving her in significantly less pain.
“Oh, there there, it’s done.” Tricia scooped her up, hugging Bramble tightly to her chest. “You were a very brave girl. Let me get you into your bed and then something for the rest of your pain, ok?”
Bramble nodded into Tricia’s shoulder as she was carried to her plush bed. She caught a glance of her sister struggling on the counter, trying to pull the tape that was sealing her mouth and nose shut.
“Sissy nu can make guud bweathies!!” Bramble pointed her good hoof at Berry.
“Hm? Oh. Yeah I’ll get to her.” Tricia settled Bramble into her plush bed, stepping further from Berry to grab the TV controls and bring it within her reach. “Take it easy so your leggy can heal, okay? Let me get you some healing nummies.”
Tricia walked back to the counter slowly, to both fluffies anxiety. She rifled through one of the drawers next to the sink as Berry’s hooves grew weaker and weaker, unable to hook the edge of the tape with their blunt hooves. Once Tricia as found the bottle she was looking for, almost as an after thought, she ripped a strip of tape off Berry’s muzzle just as her eyes started to roll back in her head.
“Here we go.” Tricia dumped a few brown, odd smelling treats down in front of Bramble. “Eat these, you’ll feel better.”
“…Tank’oo…” Bramble didn’t take her eyes off her sister as she gasped air back into her oxygen starved lungs.
“You’re such a good girl!” Tricia patted her head. “You don’t need to watch this, okay? Things like this only happen to bad fluffies and you’re not one of those, are you?”
Bramble tentatively shook her head, unable to look away from her terrified sister.
Tricia patted the green mare’s head with a wide smile before turning back to Berry on the counter. “Now to deal with you.”
Berry began to struggle anew, limbs flailing.
“And now you’re trying to get away from your punishment? I’m going to have to tell your Daddeh about how naughty you’ve been, he might not want such an awful fluffy.”
Berry’s hooves slowed but her tears increased, dripping down the tape over her face.
“Let me give him a call.”
Both fluffies sat in terrified silence as Tricia pulled out her phone and pretended to dial a number.
“Hello, Berry’s daddy? This is Tricia.”
“Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, she made bad poopies. Really bad.”
Berry squeezed her eyes shut, silent sobs shaking her entire body.
“So you don’t want her?”
Bramble’s heart dropped, her sister wouldn’t get to go to a good home? All because she fell on top of her?!
“Oh, only if she never does it again?”
Both mares breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, I can do that. Okay, bye.” Tricia set her phone on the counter a safe distance from Berry’s rear end. “Your daddy is really nice, he says he’ll still take a bad fluffy like you if you never make bad poopies again.”
Berry nodded as much as she could through the tape, muffled promises coming from her sealed mouth. She looked relieved up until Tricia set the spiked paddle down on the counter in front of her.
“… Mummah?” Bramble asked quietly.
“Yes, honey?” Tricia glanced over her shoulder as she pulled on some medical gloves.
“Uhm… Bwambwe tink sissy say nebah du ‘gain…”
“I think so too.” Tricia pulled a zip top baggie out of the drawer containing a single gnarled hot pepper, clearly prepared earlier that day.
“…Den sissy nu need huwties…?”
“Oh, honey, no.” Tricia shook her head. “I’m sure it’s hard for a good fluffy like you to understand, but you can’t just tell a bad fluffy to be good. Bad fluffies only become good after a lot of hurties.”
“… Buh… sissy nu mean to!”
Tricia shook her head again. “It only takes one bad action to make a fluffy bad, and lots of hurties to make them be good again. She made bad poopies, so she’s got to have hurties or she’ll just keep doing it.”
Berry was trembling in fear, watching the tools laid down around her grow.
“But, Mummah-”
“Just rest, Bramble. Mummah will take care of your sister and make her good again.” Her voice was sharp, making Bramble duck down into her plush bed.
“Now, let’s get started.” Tricia flipped open a folding knife, Berry’s eyes locked on the sharp blade. She unwrapped the hot pepper and carefully made slices along the side to release the burning oils within.
Tricia grabbed the purple mare’s tail, lifting it up and signaling to her what was about to happen next. Berry shook her head as much as she could as Tricia began to shove the burning pepper into her asshole. The muffled begging turned to screams as it disappeared inside her. Tricia continued pushing it up to her second knuckle before pulling her filthy finger back out.
“That’s for the bad poopies.”
Tricia wiped her finger off with a wet wipe before grabbing the spiked paddle. She began to strike Berry all over, not pausing between hits until she had covered everything below the mare’s neck. Setting the bloody paddle aside, Tricia began to uncap a green bottle.
“This is for the bad peepees.”
She began to drizzle the cloudy liquid across Berry’s body, the sharp smell of lemon juice filling the room as the acid filled all the tiny wounds the paddle left.
Berry’s screams grew even louder, so loud that it hurt Bramble’s ears even with her muzzle taped shut. After just a moment of this they cut off, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body went limp.
“Oh, that early?” Tricia lifted the unresponsive mare’s tail to check on her swolen anus. “Must have been a better pepper than I thought. Darn. I had so much more planned.”
Bramble watched her sister anxiously as Tricia put the rest of the tools away. It took a long moment for her to see Berry’s side rise and fall slowly, showing she was just unconscious and not dead.
“Oh, almost forgot!”
Tricia grabbed a spool of thread and tied it tight over the base of Berry’s lavender tail. With a large pair of scissors she snipped and to Bramble’s horror her sister’s tail dropped to the counter, leaking a small amount of blood.
Tricia tossed the tail into the sink, grabbing some disinfecting wipes and cleaning the counter before ripping up the tape holding Berry down. A large amount of her facial fluff came with it, the pain and sound causing the mare to stir.
“Hi there, Berry!” Tricia leaned in. “You tried to get out of your punishment! That’s very naughty of you!”
“…wha’…?” Berry mumbled, blinking. “Fwuffy nu… owwies…”
“Yep, you got lots of owwies for being a bad fluffy.” Tricia grabbed her by the scruff, letting her dangle limply from her hand as she opened the closet door. “And for trying to get away from your punishment, you’ll be in the sorry box all night.”
Berry’s eyes widened as her senses returned to her. “Nu, nu mean tu! Bewwy sowwy!!”
“Oh, not yet you aren’t!” Tricia tossed her into a shit encrusted dog kennel and slammed the door shut. “See you tomorrow, Berry!”
“DAWKIES, NU-” Her cry was cut off by an impressively soundproof door.
“How time tiww sissy am guud?” Bramble asked as Tricia removed her gloves.
“Oh, maybe she will be tomorrow morning.” Tricia shot Bramble a sad look. “But sometimes fluffies are bad forever and they have to get hurties forever.”
Bramble gasped at the idea of hurties forever. That was far too much time for a fluffy to conceive of, especially when combined with pain she couldn’t even comprehend. Watching her sister get punished made her long for the sorry hoofsies her mother would give them when they missbehaved as foals.
“You don’t need to worry about that though. You’re a good fluffy, aren’t you?”
Bramble nodded frantically, thankful that she had already emptied her bladder. The idea of sharing her sister’s fate was the worst thing she had ever thought of.
“That’s a good girl.” Tricia gave her a wide smile. “Why don’t you watch some TV while I start on dinner.” She grabbed the severed tail from the sink, careful not to let any of the dripping blood touch her clothing.
“…Wai take sissy’s pwetty taiw?” Bramble asked.
“Oh, this thing?” Tricia thought for a moment, looking at the fluffy lavender tail.
“She didn’t deserve to have it.”
With that, she turned and left the safe room.