Fluffy Mind Games

I had always been interested in fluffies and had finally decided to get a pair. I bought them last week, and as it turned out, I had gotten a breeding pair, one of which was already pregnant. I called the female Liffle and the male Rivet, given the horn on his head. The pair seemed happy enough to play with each other.

They had already been trained in bad poopies, which made my life easier, though a lot less fun. But I was looking forward to punishing the babies when they arrived. Liffle was due any day when I got her, so I was eager to get started.

Fortunately I got a chance to punish them within the first week. Rivet had been playing with Liffle when she ran into a table like an idiot. Rivet looked at me and blamed me completely for it.

“Dumb hooman, yu make Wiffle owies! I gif u big owies now!”

I grabbed the pair by their manes and took them to the kitchen. They both shit themselves in fear, making a terrible mess. Rivet would be cleaning it up later. As I took them to the kitchen, they both began crying and apologizing, even Liffle who had done nothing wrong. I took them to the freezer and opened the lid. It was deep and empty, perfect for fluffy punishment.

“This is the sorry box. If you misbehave you get put inside. Rivet, in you go. Liffle, you sit here and listen. If you ever misbehave, you also will go inside.”

I dropped Rivet in, who started shivering when he felt how cold it was. I slammed the lid shut and sat Liffle on top. She could hear him cry and plead for help as he got colder and colder. I left him in there for a good half hour, before pulling him out. His fluff was frozen and covered in ice, and he was terrified.

“Now, who is in charge here?” I asked him.

“Yu awe Mistah Daddeh! I be gud Fwuffy now!”

“Good. Pay attention Liffle, or you'll get the same treatment.”

She nodded, and that was that. I took them back to the living room, and rubbed Rivet's nose in the shit.

“You made bad poopies. Clean the mess up, now.”

“How Mistah Daddeh?”

“Eat it. If you don't, you'll go back in the sorry box.”

His eyes froze, and he began to eat and lick the carpet clean, frightened. I smiled. The fluffy was a quick learner.

After this, they both behaved and never said a word against me. About two weeks later, the birthing began. I was sat watching TV at the time, when Liffle got up and began running towards the litter box frantically, crying.

“Nuuu, nuuu, big poopies! Big poopies not wait, I no make bad poopies! No want upset Mistah Daddeh, no want sowwy box!” she yelled. I was glad to see the training had stuck.

She hurried to the litter box, followed by Rivet, who pushed her into the box, watching as she rolled onto her back. I knew what was coming and jhad thought up a great plan for one of the foals. I stood back and left them to it.

“Oooh, big poopies, make poopie pwace huwt, nuuuu” she cried. As she pushed one of the little fluffies straight into the litter box, who began crawling around blindly, chirping loudly.

“It's babbeh! Babbehs are here!” Rivet cheered as he prodded the tiny baby. “Hewwo babbeh, new fwiend?

The baby continued crawling blindly towards her mother, who was continuing to push as another baby appeared. The first baby had now crawled onto the mothers belly, and she looked upon it and smiled.

“Hewo babbeh!” she sniffed at the baby on her stomach, before smiling. “Is gud babbeh, hav nummies!” She licked the foal clean and watched as it latched onto her teat, sucking eagerly.

The second baby now crawled onto the mother as well and groaned, before also being given the seal of approval as it latched onto the second teat and began eating. The third baby soon appeared and fell onto the sandbox with a thump. It began chirping loudly and crawled to it's mother, while Rivet looked on, confused.

“Dis babbeh no wook good,” he said, as it clambered onto its mother. She looked at the small brown pegasus, noticing it only had one wing on it's back. She gave it a sniff and frowned.

“Eww. No smeww pwetty. Dis bad babbeh,” she knocked it off her stomach back onto the litter box. “Wivet, get rid of bad babbeh, it nu haf nummies”

Rivet nodded and picked it up by the fluff, carrying it away from the mother, who smiled at her foals chewing eagerly. He dropped it onto the floor and puffed his cheeks out, trying to appear tough, just as he had tried when he tried to exert his dominance over me.

“You bad babbeh. Go away or I gif big owies!” he threatened. The little runt kept chirping, before crawling towards his father. He reached a hoof out and kicked it away, causing it to cry louder.

“Tummy huwtie, wan nummies...huu huu wuv ou daddeh” it mumbled as it lay on the floor. He was about to step on it when I intervened.

“No Rivet. Give it to me, I'll deal with it.” he looked up at me and smiled.

“Otay Mistah Daddeh! I go pway wif new babbehs!” he waddled back to Liffle and began to smile at his new fluffy kids.

I scooped up the runt and inspected him, checking it's gender. A boy, perfect. He was missing one wing however, but otherwise was perfectly healthy. All four legs, not malnourished. Hardly a runt. But I had plans for him. I carried him to my secondary safe room, a safe room being a place for fluffies to play without injury. He looked up at me as I shut the door and smiled feebly.

“Nu Daddeh? Gif nummies?”

I nodded. “Yes Runty. I'll give you nummies, here, meet your new mummy” I put him down in the room, and introduced him to the feeding mare I'd bought yesterday.

She sat in the middle of the room and smiled when I came in. She rarely saw me, and I left her to her own devices. Despite only having her for less than a day, she knew how to make good poopies and was able to feed herself. She smiled when she saw the little runt.

“New fwiend?” she asked.

“Yes, this is Runty, he needs feeding though, so you've got to look after him. If you don't, I'll make you huwties.”

She froze at the mention of pain and instantly scooped up Runty and attached him to one of her teats. “Is gud babbeh, I gif him gud nummies. Hewe, haf miwkies!”

The runt smiled and began suckling happy. I left the two to feed and returned to see how the others were doing. Liffle was laying on her back, smiling as her two fluffy babies chirped happily, feeding. I bent down and inspected them.

“Wook Mistah Daddeh. New babbehs! Is gud babbehs, pwomise!”

I lifted one off and gave him a prod. Liffle cried out as I took him away, but I shot her a stern look that made her quickly change her tone. She returned to feeding her current baby. I held the new foal upside down and gave him a slight squeeze, causing him to cry and utter his first words.

“Nu huwties! Mummeh, gif hugsies!” I put him back down onto Liffle's belly, who instantly hugged her baby and reassured him. I repeated the same steps with the second foal, before putting it back down. I wanted their first experiences with me to contain pain, so they learnt their place.

“Make sure they learn how to make good poopies, or I'll hurt them properly next time.”

“Yes Daddeh, I make suwe they do gud poopies!” Liffle said tears streaming down her cheeks. I left the duo to it, watching as Rivet began to lick up Liffle's mess she made during child birth, like the good fluffy I raised him to be.

I returned to check on Runty, and found him nestled on Foody's belly, smiling.

“Wuv nu Mummeh, gif gud nummies!” he said, chirping happily in-between. I grabbed him by his one good wing and began to squeeze his stomach tightly. “Ahh! Nu huwties, mummah! scawed, wan hugsies!”

I squeezed him harder and dropped him onto the floor. Foody reached out to him. “Hewe Babbeh, I gif hugsies!”

I bent down and twisted her leg, causing her extreme pain. She squealed loudly.

“No. You do not hug this baby. You give him food and nothing else. If I find you hugging him, you'll get long sleepies.”

She nodded and cowered away. “I no gif hugsies, onwy nummies.”

“Good girl. Now feed him some more, he's only small.” I stepped out the room as the runt slowly crawled back to his surrogate mother, climbing back onto her belly. He smiled at her and held his legs out, only to cry when he didn't get a hug in return. I shut the door on the pair.

A week had passed since the new babies had been born. Liffle and Rivet had called their two babies Licky and Softy. I didn't care what names they got, they were just a means to an end. They seemed happy enough, and today was the first day they had played anywhere outside of the litter box. Liffle had done a good job training them that it was good poopies when they went in the litter box, so much so that I didn't think they needed any punishment from me. I felt put out by this, but knew it would be worth the end reward.

Tickle and Softy were running around on the floor with their daddy, while Liffle was sleeping in her safe room, tired out. Suddenly Licky stopped his running and started clutching his stomach. He crawled over to his daddy and started whimpering.

“Daddeh, tummy huwties, gif nummies? Gif miwkies?”

“Nu Wicky, daddeh can no gif miwkies,” he said, before looking to me. “Mistah Daddeh gif nummies?”

I shook my head. To my surprise the baby had crawled closer to his father and spotted his penis. He nudged it and said “fo miwkie?”

Before his father had a chance to stop him, he'd latched onto it and begun sucking. I had to laugh at the stupidity of such creatures, but more that Rivet wasn't stopping him as Licky kept on sucking on it. He smiled and started to push the baby down onto it, when Liffle trotted out and saw what was going on, she quickly pulled the baby off, placing him onto her teat as he ate.

“Nu! Nu gif speshal hugsies to babbeh! Mistah Daddeh, gif huwties!”

I raised my eyebrows at her request. She asked me to hurt the father of her children. Who was I to tell her no? He did try to rape his new born son, after all. I grabbed Rivet by his mane and took him to the sorry box. He had already begun pleading with me.

“Nu! Mistah Daddeh, no gif sowwy box! I sowwy, I nu gif speshal hugsies! Sowwy, pwease!” he pleaded with me, but I just ignored it.

I took him to the kitchen and opened the lid of the old freezer, and dropped him inside, watching him shiver as the cold penetrated his fluff. I slammed the lid and walked away, hearing him cry loudly. I went back to the living room and watched Liffle play with her babies, when the best thing could have happened. Softy shit outside the litter box. As soon as Liffle saw it, she ran over to grab her, but stopped when she saw me angry gaze.

“Well, looks like someone knows order. Come here Softy. You've done a bad poopies.”

The baby waddled over and smiled. “Pway wid babbeh?”

I grinned from ear to ear. “Sure. Let's play...”

“Yay, pway time!” Softy cried.

Licky saw and jumped off his mother, and tried to run over, when her mother stopped him. I grabbed Softy and carried her to her poop. I bent down and rubbed her face in it, reminding her what she had done.

“Bad poopies. Bad fucking poopies! You do not do this outside the litter box!”

She cried loudly and kept on moaning for her mummy, wanting her hugsies and the usual. I wasn't going to play ball. I picked her up and got a jar from the kitchen and put her inside, head first.

“Wah! Mummah, wan up! Wan up!”

I shook the jar to shut her up and took it back to the living room, putting it on the floor. I scooped up her shit and put it into the jar with her, slowly burying her head. She cried louder and louder.

“Wah, no smeww pwetty! Mummah, gif hugsies nau!”

I looked over at Liffle and smiled.

“Liffle. Come here for Daddy.” She nodded and trotted over, sitting down. “Liffle, go poopies into this jar and tell your baby off. Now.”

“Yes Mistah Daddeh, I gud fwuffy!” she obliged, fearing any sort of retribution. She straddled the jar and pooped into it, absolutely covering the baby. Her cries stopped as she was buried, but I knew I didn't want her to die. Once done, I handed the jar to Liffle.

“Take it to the litter box and empty it out, then tell her off.”

“Yesh Daddeh, I gud!” she grabbed the jar and carried it with her, before tipping it out, watching as her baby rolled out, gasping for air and spluttering as shit flew out of her mouth.

“Yu bad babbeh! Yu make bad poopies outside litter box! Nu do!” She struck her across the face and left her in the litter box, crying loudly.

“Mummah, need poopies!” cried Licky. His mother ran over to him and carried him to the litter box, watching as he pooped onto his sister's face, completely by accident. I bent down next to him and praised him.

“Good Licky, you do good poopies! Here, have a ball!” I handed him a small rubber ball from my pocket and watched as he chased after it.

“Yay, baww!” he cried, running around it.

Softy still lay in the shit, weeping. I checked the clock. Rivet had been in the freezer for ten minutes now. Should be long enough. I went and pulled him out, shivering and crying.

“I sowwy Mistah Daddeh, I no gif speshal hugsies nu mowe!”

“Good. Now, clean up your baby.” I threw him down into the litter box, looking at his shit covered daughter. He didn't protest and began eating the shit off of her eagerly, not wanting telling off any more.

I walked away to check how my runt project was going. I stepped into safe room number two and found Runty laying on his surrogate mother, sucking her teat. I pulled him off and put him on the floor. He moaned and began to crawl onto his mother again. I reached down and picked him up, holding him above Foodie's face.

“Nu Daddeh, I sowwy! I gud Babbeh!” he pleaded, while Foodie lay motionless, watching.

I gave him a squeeze and watched as he forcibly shit onto his mothers face, as she thrashed about and flicked it off.

“Huu huuu, Daddeh nu smeww pwetty” she pleaded, but I just ignored her, focusing on Runty.

“Good baby Runty, good baby! You shit on your mothers face, you made good poopies!”

He looked at me confused. “I did good poopies?”

“Yep. You pooped on another fluffy, that's good poopies. Well done!” I said, before putting him back down onto his mothers belly to suck at her teat as a reward.

Foodie began to cry and wail, spitting the shit out of her face. I needed to make one more adjustment. I bent down onto her belly and whispered to Runty.

“Runty, bite your mother.”

“Wa?”

“Just do it.”

He hesitated. I put my hand around his belly and began to squeeze, when he leant forward and bit hardly onto her stomach, drawing blood. Foodie squealed loudly. I released my grip and stroked his mane.

“Good boy Runty, good boy! Come on, let's go get you some spaghetti!”

“Yay, Sketties!”

I took him to the kitchen and fed him a bowl of spaghetti, watching as he ate eagerly and happily. He saw the other fluffies and looked angrily at them playing. I picked him up and grabbed a glass jar, putting him inside.

“Why Daddeh?” he asked, but I just screwed a lid on, poking some air holes in it.

I carried the jar to the living room and put it down in-between the sofa and the wall where they couldn't see him, but he could see them. He watched them playing, growing angry at being left out. After an hour I put him back in his safe room and let him out the jar.

“I pway wif Fwuffy fwiends?” he asked, smiling.

I struck him fiercely.

“No. They don't like you. You do not play with them. Now go drink some more milk, you need to be big and strong.”

He looked solemn and walked over to Foodie, climbing back on. He bit her teat angrily, drawing blood as he drank the milk. She cried out, and Runty let out a smirk as he continued drinking.

Looks like this is all going to plan.