You managed to get a job at a fluffy shelter over the summer. You took care of strays in the neighborhood and brought newborn and unwanted fluffies in for adoption. There was a big play area for the foals and watching the furballs run around and play was always fun. This was when you were supposed to be on the lookout for foals that display symptoms of smarty syndrome so you can quickly single them out and toss them in the incinerator.
One day you walk into the room and you’re immediately greeted to a cacophony of coos and begging for food and play. You replace the water and kibble in the bowls, clean the litterbox, and toss the foals a ball to run around with.
That’s when you notice the little brown foal in the corner, cowering from an orange one.
“Dummeh poopie babbeh am dummeh ugwe fwuffy! Take sowwy hoofie fwom smawty!”
“Nu, weave soiw wone smawty, nu wan owwies, hu hu hu!”
The smarty chases the brown one around, biting at his tail, until he tackles him to the ground.
“Sowwy poopies fo dummeh poopie babbeh!”
You grab orange bitch by the scruff before he has a chance to shit on the brown one. Fluffies here don’t usually discriminate based on color, but all it takes is one smarty asshole calling a brown one a “poopy baby” for the entire herd to join in the bullying out of peer pressure. No, this one you were going to teach a lesson.
You march him into the bathroom down the hall that wasn’t used much by other employees, but became your favorite spot for it’s privacy. Carrying the squirming aggressive smarty into a stall, you open a toilet and toss him in.
“Stoopi hoomin! Smawty nu wan bad wawas! Nu git baff! Gib nummies an speciaw fwiends an-”
You slap him across the mouth, push him into the toilet deeper, then drop your pants and plop your bare ass on the toilet over him.
“Nu wike dawkies!”
“Let’s see how you like sorry poopies, you little shit.”
PLUUURT
A crescendo of farts erupts in the toilet bowl as you push out the first log. Good thing you had burritos for lunch.
“Nu smeww pwitty, nu wike poopies! Wet smawty out! Hu hu hu!”
He struggled to swim away from the shitty water to no avail. His pretty fluff got covered in human feces and he couldn’t be madder. Eventually a fountain of diarrhea sprayed him right in the face and mouth.
“Bad poopies, bad poopies! Huhuhu, nu wike poopie smeww, why dummeh hooman su mean tu smawty? Smawty onwe wan gif dummeh poopie babbeh sowwy poopies. Smawty nu desewbe dis! Smawty am bestest babbeh!”
“Still you can’t help but let your narcissism out? Well have some piss to wash it down!”
“Nu, bad peepee wawas!”
You wiped your ass and threw the shitty side of the toilet paper in his face.
“You’re poopy fluffy now, smarty, and poopy gets flushed down the toilet!”
“Nu, nu wike sowwy poopies! Pwease wet smawty out of nu smeww pwetty pwace!”
FLUSH!
“GARGLEBLUGLUGH- MUMMAH HEWP SMAW- BUBLGLURGL-”
That was the last sound he made before disappearing down the whirlpool.
That shit felt good, time to finish your shift.