This is a new series I’m hoping will be worth a read to the community, I’ll try to get them out as much as possible. The general idea is based off of an idea I had for a sort of fluffy prison/adoption center, eye for an eye and all that, without further ado, I give you the first tale from the Sorry Box Center for Fluffy Rehabilitation!
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Alex rubbed his tired eyes and took another healthy swig of his water before flipping the sign on the front door to “Closed”. If one were to be outside and look up, they’d see the violently purple face of a smiling fluffy next to a blinking multicolored sign that read ‘Sorry Box Rehabilitation’, and underneath that, the motto that had graced many a fluffy PSA on FluffTV, ‘A see pwace for a see pwace’.
Alex had started with the large basement of his home and quickly expanded his business into a very well paying, two story, state of the art facility. What was his business you ask? The Sorry Box was a sort of life or death center for feral fluffies, people would bring in ferals that they caught for one reason or another, and would explain to the front desk the reasoning for bringing them in, at which point Alex’s assistant would create a file and he or an employee distribute a punishment in equal measure at the end of the night.
But that’s no way to make money, not at all. No, Alex believed in second chances, even for (most) fluffies. The Sorry Box had several obedience classes taught by one human employee and one fluffy, everything from manners, to litter training, to playing nicely with others was taught between
8 AM and 4 PM, other than that, the fluffies were incarcerated in small pens with the bare essentials, kibble, materials with a blanket for nesting, and a water bottle, this was still punishment after all.
The fluffies that graduated at the end of the class were then taken to the first floor adoption center where they would await a family, for those that weren’t adopted, the basement had long term accommodations, it was effectively a five hundred square foot play room with food, toys, bedding, water, and FluffTV on 24/7. Any fluffies that were not adopted would be fixed and allowed down here for the rest of their days with the occasional trip to the fluffy park.
Of course the basement never held more than fifteen fluffies at a time, Alex’s rigorous classes turned most fluffies into the most obedient and friendly available, making them come into high demand for even the less desirable colors.
Alex retreated to his office on the second floor and picked up a stack of files. Only three new intakes today, should be easy, he read over the first one, a feral unicorn stallion, accused of attempting to give “Bad Special Huggies” to a domestic mare while she was being walked and subsequently spraying her with “Sorry Poopies” when she refused. Alex groaned, a shitter, great.
He entered the intake room, separated from the general population, this is where the fluffies would receive their punishments before being moved to the general population the next morning. He didn’t have to wait long before a cacophony of “Wet fwuffy out nao!” and “Nyu Daddeh gib skettis?” amongst other things.
“Not gonna happen guys, now I’m looking for…ah.” Alex says as he spots the only unicorn in the bunch, he was fluorescent orange with a bright green mane, could be a good (and expensive) breeder for someone if he can get his shit together. Alex reaches in and picks the bastard up by the scruff, eliciting a screech of “Nuuu bad upsies, fwuffy nu wan’!”.
Alex takes the fluffy into the neighboring room, used for surgery during the day, at night this is where the punishments were normally doled out. Normally Alex would have help from his employee Hector, a large Hispanic man, but he was on his well earned two week vacation and four fluffies wasn’t all too bad anyway.
Ignoring the repeated screams of “Wet fwuffy go, fwuffy wan’ Speciaw huggies NAO!”, Alex places the fluffy onto the operating table on its back, strapping it down he looks down at it with his icy blue eyes, “Shut it!” He finally says firmly, not yelling but making himself clear, the fluffy immediately shuts up, terrified as it pisses and shits in fear, great, something else to clean.
There was no penetration, thankfully that meant neutering was off the table for the time being, but him spraying a domestic with shit meant…god dammit. Alex couldn’t bitch about the rules seeing as he made them but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He opened a drawer and dug for a moment, bingo, he held a small, metal cork up to the light, “What dummeh hooman doin’?” the fluffy asks suspiciously.
“Well, since you wanted to give that mare sorry poopies, you lose the privilege to make poopies at all for the night.” Alex responds, his voice wasn’t cold, nor was it kind, it was more professional, stern. The unicorn immediately begins arguing “Dummeh mawe nu gib fwuffeh speciaw huggies su fwuffeh gib mawe sowweh poo- NU POOPIE PWACE HUWTIES FWUFFEH AM SOWWY!” he screams, as halfway through his argument Alex had lubricated and pushed the blocker into the fluffy’s ass, he’d make the new guy take it out in the morning when the bastard was sufficiently traumatized, no way Alex was gonna unblock that, a couple drops of fluffy laxative down the throat as well to make sure he learned his lesson and his first job of the night was done.
“FWUFFEH AM SOWWY, NU MAKE BAD POOPIES AGAIN SCREEEEE!” The unicorn continues to screech as he pisses in fear, but his shit is blocked, only making the blocker more painful. Alex carries him back to the intake room, placing him into a small cage with food and water for the night, no bedding on the first night, the fluffies tended to shit on it as an act of defiance.
The other three intake fluffies look up at Alex in fear as he opens the next file, “Let’s see…Pegasus, female, stomped on your baby for being ‘poopy’, oh yeah, you’re going to hate this.” Alex says as a dark red Pegasus with a navy blue mane glares at him with pure hatred, she stamps her hoof on the floor and snorts before exclaiming “Munstah humin gib bestes’ babbeh back nao ow get wowstest sowweh hoofies! Bestes’ babbeh am onweh chiwpeh babbeh!”
“Which is exactly why the woman who brought you in adopted her, wanted to make sure she didn’t turn into a cunt like her dear old mom…now why’d you stomp your baby?” Alex responds, “Poopeh babbeh twied tu take miwkies fwom pwetteh babbehs, su gud Mummah gib poopeh babbeh wowstest stompies.” She explains, Alex holds the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily before picking her up, receiving more screams and shit in response.
Back to the surgery room, this was going to require euthanasia, she was nursing so maybe she could have been a milk bag, but they never sold for too much, besides, his motto was an eye for an eye for a reason. “Any last words before you go forever sleepies?” Alex asks as he digs through a cupboard full of chemicals, syringe in hand before finding the container he was looking for.
“F-fwuffeh nu wanna hab fowevew sweepies!” The mare whines, “Sorry sweetie, no can do, bad mommas don’t get adopted.” Alex responds before gripping the little shithead and holding her down, ignoring the squeals and spray of shit as he presses the plunger on the needle. She immediately quit squirming and, thinking his job was done, turned to dispose of the needle. However he soon heard violent thrashing and the fluffy began squealing “EEEEEE WOWSTEST BUWNIE HUWTIES, FWUFFEH NU WIKE, NU WIKE!”.
“What the fu-ah…yeah, that’ll do it.” Alex says as he looks at the bottle that he’d thought was their painless euthanizing agent, only to see the words ‘CYANIDE-NOT FOR EUTHANASIA’ on the side of the bottle, thankfully he wasn’t planning on firing himself. He took the thrashing, screeching, and now foaming from the mouth mare and carelessly tossed her into the trash chute, she’d die soon anyway and if she did manage to survive the incinerator would finish her off in the morning.
“Let’s see two left, another Pegasus, broke into a park andddd…FUCK!” Alex shouts, he’d broken into the local fluffy park and raped another fluffy, this was gonna suck. He reentered the intake room, the shitting unicorn still uttering small “Hu hu” noises in his cage, Alex gripped the pink Pegasus who immediately began screaming, knowing that whatever was happening he wasn’t going to enjoy it.
Alex throws the Pegasus onto the table, he looks as if he’s going to attempt to fly for a moment before apparently losing his nerve, instead cowering back and falling onto his ass and suckling his hoof, “Fwuffeh sowweh fu givin’ bad enfies, pwease nu huwt fwuffeh.” He says, his eyes wide and innocent…god some of these little shits were straight up psychopaths.
Alex turns and wordlessly grabs a scalpel, bad enfies was usually punishable by neutering but this little bastard wanted to play games. He cleans the scalpel with alcohol before turning and pushing the fluffy onto his back and strapping him to the table, “Fwuffeh nu wike upside downies!” He shouted, Alex responded with the intelligent comeback of “Shut the fuck up, fluffies don’t like being raped either.” before he began to cut into the fluffy’s penis, severing the shaft from the balls.
“SCREEE NU HUWT NU NU STICK! HEWP FWUFFEH!” The Pegasus screams, his thrashing and screaming only getting more frantic when Alex cauterizes the wound, he’d leave his balls intact, throw him in the mare pen where he could suffer for a few days with the need to have “Gud Feews” and then neuter him before putting him in general population. “NU NU STICK HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES PWEASE NICE MISTUH GIB NU NU STICK BACK!” He screeches before being tossed back into the pen.
The last fluffy is a brown earthie, he isn’t cowering like before, but instead sitting, almost patiently, and looks up at Alex excitedly…wait, there were only three intakes, “Who brought you here?” Alex asks curiously, “Poopeh Babbeh been hewe aww day, mummah towd babbeh dis am wawm housie wit sketties.” He responds with a big smile.
Alex groans, this wasn’t the first time a feral had tricked one of their “poopy” foals into wandering in here hoping it would die, initially having mistaken it as a micro fluff due to his size being that of a small guinea pig, Alex now realized that this was in fact a foal. He sighs as he leans down to pick it up, “It sure is buddy, you got a name?” He asks as the foal wags his tale excitedly, “Nu, mummah say Poopeh babbeh nu get namesie, am onwy cawwed poopeh babbeh.” He says. “Well, we’ll call you Mr.Brownstone.” He responds as he walks to the basement playroom, he’d be in the adoption center first thing in the morning, “Yay! Mistew Bwownsone wub pwetty new namesie!” He shouts happily as Alex took him downstairs, the unicorn crying “Poopie pwace hab wowstest huwties!” while the Pegasus desperately looks at his balls whining “Hu hu, fwuffy miss no no stick, speciaw wumps hab bigges’ owies.”.
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Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, etc. feel free to let me know! I plan on doing quite a bit with this series so any improvements would be great to hear about!