“Morning, gents!”
The two fluffies opened their eyes and looked around the room, bleary eyed, as David pulled open the curtains.
David stood between their beds, holding a bowl of kibble in each hand.
“Gud bwightime, dadda!”, Toffee chirped, doing his best to sound more cheerful than he felt. Yesterday still hung over him like a shadow.
Cartman grunted and let rip with one of his noxious farts.
David place the two bowls of kibble on floor, one next to each bed.
Cartman slithered out of his bed and sniffed the contents of the bowl contemptuously.
“Wat am dis poppie nummies?”, he growled angrily. “Cartman wan skettis wike wast dawktime”.
David flicked Cartman’s nose. Not as hard as he would have liked. Needless to say, David would have liked to do a lot more than flick his nose, but the little bastard still had a part to play. This was more for show.
“Good fluffies don’t demand anything, Cartman”, he said firmly.
Cartman looked affronted but said nothing, as David suspected would be the case. He was fairly confident that Cartman had realised that he could get away with more if he blamed it on Toffee.
Of course, the arrogant little shit still thought it was because he was being clever. That was fine by David. In fact, it was essential.
“Tank you for nummie kibble, dadda”, Toffee pipped up. “Toffee wub!”
“You’re welcome, Toffee”, replied David, scratching him behind the ear.
In spite of everything, Toffee let out a “coo”. This was more in line with experience of life so far. Perhaps things were going to get better after all!
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David sat at his kitchen table, his work laptop on one side and his personal one on the other, the webcam still displaying images from the saferoom.
He had gotten up early and drafted a couple of emails, which sat in his draft folder.
He would send them at various points throughout the day, in order to make it look he was working at a consistent pace.
Then, as long as he answered his phone when it rang and kept an eye on his inbox, he should still be left with plenty of time to devote to his little side project.
David’s phone buzzed. A text from Helen. “Miss you”, it said.
“Miss you back xxxx”, David texted in reply. And he did it, a pang of guilt momentarily surged through him. He would have to talk to her about this soon. Omission wasn’t as bad as a straight up lie but…
David looked up at his camera feed, as the sound of inane babble jerked him back into awareness. He settled back and waited.
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Toffee had decided it was probably best to just ignore Cartman as much as he could.
Although he hated to say it because it came dangerously close to questioning Dadda’s judgement, Cartman was a bad fluffy. And bad things happen to bad fluffies.
He trotted over to a ball in the corner of the saferoom and was soon nudging it round contentedly. It was certainly more fun with other fluffies but he would make do, like a good boy.
It wasn’t long before he caught Cartman’s attention. He came waddling up, a malicious glint in his eye.
“Did dummeh poopie wike his kibbwes wast bwightime?”, he sneered.
Toffee ignored him and carried on nudging the ball, although it felt a lot less fun all of a sudden.
“Mawbe dummeh poopie gun make daddah angwy sum mowe”, the fat smarty continued gleefully.
“Towwfe nu du nuffin tu make daddah angwy”, Toffee retorted angrily, in spite of his better judgement. “Yu am bad fwuffy. Weave Towwfe awone!”
“Daddeh gib biggest huwties when he see mess dummeh poopie make”, Cartman said, struggling to contain his excitement.
“Wha? Towwfe nu make…”
But before the hapless fluffy could finish his sentence, Cartman lifted up his tail and let out a stream of shit, all over the floor.
He was careful to avoid getting any on Toffee. Amusing though that would have been, it would have ruined his plan.
Toffee could only stare in horror and dismay as Cartman took a deep breath, before yelling at the top of his lungs “DADDA! DADDA, HUWWY!”
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David had heard Toffee’s cry but of course, he had been watching the feed from the safe room with amusement.
Whilst he was pissed off by the fact that he would have to spend part of his day wiping fluffy shit off of the carpet, this was the opportunity to escalate things that he was waiting for.
David burst into the room, a serious expression plastered onto his face.
“And just what is going on here?”, he asked sternly, glaring at both fluffies.
“Dumm…Towffe make bad poopies on fwoor”, Cartman bleated in an affronted tone.
In spite of everything, David had to stifle his laughter. The fat fuck still had stains around his arse. If Toffee had been a bit sharper, he might have ruined things by pointing this out. David had no intention of giving him this chance.
“Toffee!”, he yelled, correctly guessing that this would cow the brown fluffy into submission and fluster him enough to make arguing back more difficult than he already would have found it.
“Bu’…bu’”, Toffee stammered, unable to believe that a situation could be so blatantly unfair.
“I don’t want to hear it!”, David interrupted, grabbing him by the mane and dragging him out of the room, stopping only to grab a sorry stick he had made as ine of his online purchases.
He ignored the cries of 'bad upsies!" And move him into the bathroom. This was partly because he didn’t want to give Cartman the satisfaction of witnessing the fruits of his mischief but also because the bathroom floor would be easier to clean if, as he anticipated, Toffee got scared enough to soil himself.
He briefly considered making Toffee eat Cartman’s mess but decided against it, worried that he might break him too quickly.
He threw Toffee down on the floor and waved the sorry stick in the air, producing a “swooshing” sound.
“You broke the rules, Toffee”, he said in a tone of quiet menace.
Before Toffee could reply, David lashed out several times with the sorry stick. Toffee “screeeeed” in fear and pain.
“Pweae Dadda!”, came the plaintive cry “Wowstest owes! Am gud fwuffie! Huuuuuu!”
As predicted, this was accompanied by the scared poopies and peepees.
David picked Toffee up and carried him back down the hall and over to a small storage cupboard.
David flung the door open and tossed Toffee in. He slammed the door shut.
It would be dark enough to serve the same function as a sorry box, especially to a fluffy with Toffee’s low threshold for punishment.
He left Toffee to sob for a while and went back to the saferoom to start cleaning up.
He ignored Cartman’s smug gaze and consoled himself by imagining what he’d look like with his severed genitals stuck in his mouth. Not that he planned making Cartman’s demise anywhere near that pleasant.
“Soon”, thought David to himself. "We’re almost there.
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Toffee lay in the darkness of the cupboard, quaking with fear. It was pitch black and the silence hung oppressively in the air, so pervasive that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.
His back and hindquaters stung and every move he made sent a jolt of discomfort down his back legs.
For the second time in as many days, Toffee was struggling to come to terms with the unfairness of it all.
This wasn’t how it was meant to work. He was a good fluffy. Good things happened to good fluffies.
Cartman was a bad fluffy. He was the one who was meant to get huwties and no sketti.
Toffee felt another jolt of pain as turned over, trying to take some of the pressure off of his bruised backside.
He had no idea how much time had passed or how much longer he was expected to stay in there.
The silence dragged on, punctuated only occasionally by a soft “huhuhu”.
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Toffee was snapped back into consciousness by light flooding into the room, as David open the cupboard door to let him out.
He picked up Toffee and looked at him with just enough affection to to keep the last of his reserves of hope from fading altogether. He carried him back to the safe room.
He placed him on the floor next to Cartman, he was dozing in his bed, no doubt dreaming of the herd he would one day lead.
“Dadda wub Towwfe?”, the brown fluffy asked in a pitiful tone.
David stroked his muzzle, rekindling his spirit a tiny bit more.
“All I wanted to do was to create a nice home for good fluffies”, David said, watching Toffee deflate once more at the tone of his voice. “But you’re making it hard for me, aren’t you Toffee?”
And with that, David turned and left the room, leaving Toffee to process this final sting of injustice.
“Bu’ Towwfe AM gud fwuffie, dadda”, he said miserably. Oh, if only he could make him see it.
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The rest of the day past uneventfully.
Toffee passed the time as best he could but his heart wasn’t really in it.
He went to bed with heavy spirits and dreamed of better times.
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Cartman woke up with a grunt looked around the room. It was dark. The room was silent, save for the gentle sound of Toffee breathing in the next bed.
Cartman grunted again, as the rumbling in his stomach which had woken him up brought him into focus.
He stared grudingly across the room at the litter box. It was foweba away.
He looked over at the dummeh poopie sleeping next to him and once again, a cruel smile flashed across his face.
Of course, deep down he knew that it wasn’t really about the distance of the litter box.
But the dummeh fwuffy who got punished for whatever bad deeds Cartman did was the best toy ever.
Better than all the balls and bwockies in the world. Better than sketties. Well, perhaps not that last part. Still though…
Cartman got out of bed and snuck over to Toffee, as stealthily as his wide girth would allow.
He back ed his ample rear end up to the part of the bed where Toffee’s hind quarters laid and evacuated his bowels as quietly as he could.
He paused briefly to admire his handwork. Good, the dummeh poopie hadn’t stirred.
He waddled back to bed contentedly and went back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that the next bwightime would start with some solid entertainment.
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“For fuck’s sake, Toffee!!!”
Toffee’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the meanie words. He looked up in fear and confusion at the sight of Dadda standing over him, a look of fury written all over his face.
In actual fact of course, David was not angry at all, although he was suprised, having been asleep during Cartman’s latest round of mischief making.
He only needed to glance at the mean spirited smile on Cartman’s face to know exactly what had happened.
David knew that the time had finally come. “Rule of three”, he thought to himself with a sense of glib amusement.
Toffee’s heart sank, as he looked at the mess on the end of the bed.
He had a pretty good idea of what actually happened too.
However, his experiences over the past few days led him to believe that protesting his innocence wouldn’t do much good.
David snatched Toffee up. Toffee flinched and a bit of scared peepees dribbled out. Toffee was too despondent to even notice.
David carried Toffee back to the cupboard and opened the door. He held Toffee up so that he was at eye level.
“I’ve tried my best, Toffee but there’s no way round it. You are a bad fluffy. You’re going into the sorry cupboard.”
David paused, as though for effect. “When I’ve finished cleaning up your mess, I’m going to come and get you. And then, I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice. I’m going to give you forever sleepies”.
Toffee’s mouth dropped open. Even in the depths of his misery, he hadn’t realised how dire his situation actuly was.
Before he had a chance to reply, David threw him in the cupboard and shut the door. He’d leave him there a while to stew, while he prepared for the final act of this little drama he had manufactured
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Toffee slumped to the floor, still dazed by the revelation of his fate.
Like a condemned prisoner, he lay there trembling, while he waited for his sentence to be carried out.
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