The Lucky Fluffy - Fuckboy

>Been reading fluffy threads on 4chan for weeks

>Finish work one day and decide to get on for myself

>Why the fuck not?

>I've got to think of something more creative than cutting it's legs off though

>No blood, I'm not cleaning that shit up

>Decide that psychological torture is the best kind of torture

>Walk into pet store, pretty much all of them carry fluffy ponies now

>Walk up to the "special" fluffy cage

>It's just a square table about 4 feet high, with short glass walls around the edges to keep them from jumping out

>They're all foals, most look like they were just recently weaned

>The foals are all playing with each other

>The usual cutesy flufyy bullshit, hugging and what-not

>One fluffy isn't playing with the rest

>A green foal, with a darker green mane. It's sitting in a corner staring out of the glass

>Walk around cage to the corner where the fluffy is sitting

>Say hello

>*sigh* Hewwo mistuh

>"Why are you so sad?"

>Dun know whewe mumma is, wan hugsies fwom mumma

>"What's your name?"

>"Dun haf name, mumma jus caw me babee"

>"How would you like me to be your new daddy?

>N-nu daddeh? Gif sketties? Babee ownwy get bad taste fwuffy food.

>Yup, and lots of hugs

>"YEY NU DADDEH"

>Pick it up and go to checkout

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>Let it ride on my lap on the car ride home

>"Whewe we go daddeh? Daddeh gif sketties now?"

>"We're going home, then you can eat"

>Bout 15 minutes later, almost home

>Daddeh, can mummah come wif us to nu home?

>"No, your mom doesn't love you"

>"NU, mummah wuv babee wots!

>"Think about it, she never even gave you a name. And, she gave you away to people who only gave you bad tasting

kibble"

>"Mu-mummah nevew wuved babee"

>"Nope, she never loved you. I'm the only one who loves you"

>Little shit cries the rest of the way home

>"We're here! Let's get you some spaghetti"

>Make spaghetti for us as she fucks around sliding across the hardwood floors

>"Now, how about we give you a real name. I'm gonna call you lucky, because of your green fur"

>YAY, fank yu daddeh. Wucky wuvs new name!

>After dinner I tell it we need to have a serious talk

>Show her the litter box

>"If you ever poop anywhere else but here, there will be very serious consequences. Got it?"

>Dadee, what's consekwensis?

>It means VERY, VERY bad things will happen to lucky.

>"Wucky unduwstand, nu wan bad fings fo wucky."

>About a month passes as I perfect my plan

>All the while i'm being a major hugbox.

>She sleeps in my bed

>Spaghetti whenever she asks

>We play outside everyday

>Let her sit on my lap (and sometimes speak into my mic) when i'm playing vidya.

>One day I buy a $15 cat bed

>"Lucky, you're getting too big to sleep in my bed"

>"Den whewe wucky sweep, on hawd fwoor? Wucky no wike hawd fwoor"

>"Nope, I have a better idea"

>"Wut is dat dadee, pwesent fo wucky?

>"Yup, this is a specially made fluffy bed. It's all your own"

>She spouts bullshit about how much she loves it, and me for 15 minutes

>I put in in the kitchen, across from her litterbox

>The next week continues like normal, she gets up to shit every night like clockwork

>Finally decide it's time to put my plan into motion

>Go to the park with her and play til she's almost to tired to stand

>Come home and feed her a massive plate of spaghetti

>She can't finish it all "fank you fow skettis dadee, sowwy wucky can no finish aww of it"

>"It's okay, but it's time for bed

>She slumps off to bed in a food coma and passes out

>Retreat to my room and watch tv for a half hour

>Quietly come out of my room, and make my way to the kitchen

>Lucky's out cold

>Pick up the litterbox and make my way back into my room

>Slowly close my door and lock it (Like she'd be able to unlock it anyways)

>2 hours later

>Hear her her soft footsteps

>Slowly at first, then she starts running around frantically

>She comes up to my door

>Starts tapping on the door with her soft hooves

>"Dadee, Wucky can nu find wittewbox. Wucky need poopies weawy bad! Fwuffy nu wan make sowwy poopies for

consekwenses"

>She keeps tapping and calling for a few more minutes

>Probably wouldn't be enough to wake me up even if I was asleep

>Lucky starts to cry and run down the hallway

>That's all for tonight I guess

>Wake up the next morning, tiptoe down the hall

>Peek around the corner

>Everything went according to plan

>Lucky fell asleep trying to hide under the shoe rack, her fat ass is hanging out in the open.

>Huge fluffy shit in the exact spot her litterbox was

>Take the litterbox and place it on the ground, 2 feet from where it was the night before

>Attept to quietly walk back to room

>Walk into one of her toys, accidently kicking it across the floor

>Lucky instantly wakes up and starts shaking

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>"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS!"

>She's shaking even more now

>Grab her and drag her out by her tail

>"Owee! Why dadee gif Wucky owees?

>Set her down and pick her up by the scruff of her neck

>"DID I STUTTER? TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS"

>"Wucky sowwy, wucky no mean to make bad poopies"

>"Whelp, I warned you about this"

>"NU! Pwease no consekwensis daddee"

>"Why shouldn't I punish you? The litterbox is right THERE!

>Nu! Wittewbox nu hewe wast nite, fwuffy could no find

>"ARE YOU CALLING ME LIAR?"

>Take a plastic bag from cupboard and put it on my hand

>"Too bad, you should have thought about this before you shit on the floor"

>Pick up her shit in my hand

>Shove it in her face as she tries to explain

>"Wucky could no find wittewbox wucky twied to wake up dadee bu-"

>Shit all over her face

>"Huu hu huuu, nu smeww nice, wucky nu smeww pwetty"

>She cries about smelling like shit all day

>Comes into my room later that night

>Pokes at my leg

>"Daddeh stiw wove fwuffy?"

>"Ha! Yeah right... Oh god you smell like shit!"

>Pick her up by her hind leg

>Draw an ice cold bath, dunk her in a few times to wash off the shit

>Surprised she didn't drown

>Drop her on the tile, drop a towel over her head

>dumbass gets scared, runs into a wall, then cries for her daddy for 15 mintues before she realizes I'm not coming

>Go on neglecting her for weeks

>No more spaghetti, only the cheapest dog food I can find

>This is getting boring

>I decide to buy another fluffy, about Lucky's age, just to fuck with Lucky's head

>Name this one Cinnamon

>Don't know why, she can't even pronounce it, and her fur is yellow.

>"Yey, new fwend fow wucky!?"

>"Nope, this is a new friend for me. I needed a good fluffy that I can love, so I bought Cinnamon here"

>"Wha? But, Wucky is youw fwuffy. Wucky can be a good fwuffy!"

>"Nope, you had your chance"

>Cook up some spaghetti, set two places at the table

>"Yay! Wucky had no sketties in wong time, fank u daddee!"

>"Shut the fuck up. This isn't for you"

>Grab a handfull of kibble and throw it at Lucky

>Serve spaghetti to myself, and Cinnamon

>Even let Cinnamon sit on the table

>"Why uvver fwuffy nu eat sketties wif cinninin and Dadee?"

>"Because that piece of trash is a very bad fluffy"

>Pretty sure that broke Lucky's heart

>She stopped eating kibble and slowly walked over, and collapsed in her bed

>After dinner I play with cinnamon some more

>Lucky watches from her bed

>After she finally falls asleep, I walk up to Lucky's bed and pull it out from under her. Sending her tumbling

across the floor

>Put it in my room for Cinnamon to use

>Leave Lucky shivvering on the floor

>Keep this up for 2 weeks just to break Lucky's spirits

>One especially cold night I wake up the fluffies

>"Come on, we're going for a ride in the car"

>Only let Cinnamon ride on my lap

>I pull over at a random spot in town

>A few blocks from where I bought Lucky

>Open the door

>"Come on, get out"

>"Wha, bu-but it's cowd out dewe"

>"Come on let's go, I only let fluffies that I love live with me"

>"Dadee no wuv Wucky anymowe?"

>"Huu hu huuuu, wan mumma"

>"Why? She doesn't love you either"

>Nudge her with my foot and she falls face first into the the slush and snow outside

>Quickly drive off

Epilogue

>Be a couple months later

>Walking around town, having a smoke on lunch break

>Walking past an alley when green fur catches my eye

>Well I'll be fucked. It's lucky

>Start walking down alley towards her. She's covered in dirt, living in a soaking wet cardboard box

>She notices the movement and begins to beg

>"Pwease hoo-man hewp wucky. Wucky haf babee dat needs miwkies, so cowd, need wawm home."

>She's clutching a foal, looks like 4 still borns pushed into a corner, rotting

>She recognizes me

>"DADEE! Wook!" (she's so excited she drops the foal on the ground to show me)

>I haf babee! Oder babees die, onwy one weft. Pwease gif sketties and wawm home again. Speshul fwend weft too.

>Keep walking

>Spit on her face (lucky shot)

>Step on her foal, crushing it

>All without missing a beat

>"NUUUU! Babee was aww I haf weft! pwease wake up

>This time she doesn't cry

>As I'm about to exit the alley, faintly, the last words I ever hear her say reach my ears