New Fluffy thread! last one died

New Fluffy thread! last one died.

Sup. HellBell here.

BTW, I love Raptor's art.

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glad to hear!

:b

I find the art style of this one cute

rip

There is this guy, Anders Breivik, that is throwing a bit of hate to me
idk why
Told me to get out for doing a joke posting
and saying that i'm just "another Chris Chan on the booru"
im retarded, but it is cause im bad at drawing or what?

well, im running out of pics
gotta browse the booru for good shit
I dont have too much saved

If this is your art, he's just being an asshole. this is really good!

No this is not mine, my art is pretty shit tbh, thats just some weirdbox
pic related is my best shot at it

practice makes perfect man.

yeah, and my first drawing was even shittier
im getting better at it tho
pic related is 1st

Hah. I love the story of Alfredo. It's so perfectly measured in it's abuse.

Hahaha. Trips. Amazing.

I gotta shower but would anyone want a Raptorfluff's fluffy anatomy thing? 'cause anatomy is a pain in the ass and I figured that it might be fun to do.

k
y not

I love anatomy things like that!

Dont die, thwead

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Why this guy dressed like Doug?

idk
did not make it

>get home
>slam door because stupid Peter in middle management doesn't understand fucking anything and he made your day shit
>Hear squeaks, and crying and "Wew daddeh! wew daddeh!" coming from the breeding safe room.
>Sigh. Stupid fuckers. At least they're cute.
>Kick off shoes and hang up coat, and wander over to door. Put ear up to door for a few seconds.
>Hear new beautiful pegasus you "found" in a "yard" yesterday that you're planning on breeding
>"Dis am Piwwow's hewd noa! Daddeh no hewe to pwotect! No cwy babbehs!"
>Sigh. Fuck, at least the name is as funny as you imagined it to be. Maybe it won't be stupid and will give the herd back to you without having to beat it senseless. It's good to see a smarty take care of its herd and not just fuck everything in sight.
>Open door and yell out a little loudly "DADDY'S HERE!"
>Panic and chaos ensue. You smile to yourself. You know they'll all fall over in a second and realize it's you and be stupidly happy anyways. It's the small pleasures in life.
>Pillow is first to run up to you, headbutting your ankle. "So you're not going to make this easy." I mumble.
>"Dis am piwwow's hewd now! You no wewcome in fwuffy woom!"
>You can't help but sigh. You reach down and grab it's scruff, pulling it to eye level. You realize it must have also eaten all the food today too, since it's fatter than normal. You smack it in the belly firmly to make sure it's empty.
>SCREEE! "Mostest huwties on tummeh! Mostest huwties on tummeh!" It squeals. It realizes it's at eye level and starts puffing and kicking its legs at you, completely ineffectually. "Dis piwwow's hewd now!"
>Fuck. This thing must have been so easy to steal because it's a fucking stubborn one. Oh well, all the more fun to break.
>You smack it again, a little harder this time. Enough to actually hurt it a bit this time.
>SCREEE! "Piwwow won't gib up!" It kicks harder, actually managing to swing back and forth in your hand

>You open the door, drop it in the padded bin you've secured to the wall and return.
>You spend abour forty five minutes taking care of the rest of them, cleaning them up from all the accidents, feeding them, and giving them some attention. You tell them pillow has to go to the overnight sorry box. Some of the other ones you "found" remember the overnight sorry box and let out scared cheeps and run and hide behind things.
>Fucking things. Whatever. You bribe them with sketties and leave to the kitchen, grabbing the smarty on your way out. It's cheeping away unhappily before yelling "No want bad upsies! No wan bad upsies!" when you pinch it's scruff way too tightly and throw the fluffy around. You grab a small box on your way to the kitchen and drop it on the counter, dropping pillow in right after. the box pushes out slightly as pillow fills it completely. You pop the lid on, with a hole already cut out for the head.
>"Piwwow want move weggies! Why weggies no work!" It puffs and yells at you, struggling valiantly. You smack the box and send it sliding across the counter. You're glad you squeezed the shit out in the safe room. You learned that lesson last time. Couldn't use enough fucking bleach to get rid of the smell or risk of contamination.
>You prepare sketties for the rest of them, making sure to walk by the box as many times as possible to bat it around back and forth. Before you take the food in to the rest of them, you drop the box on the ground beside the counter, where it can't see anything but the white cabinet.
>You return shortly, having hugboxed the fuck out of the fluffies in your saferoom and stand by the kitchen. Pillow is crying about her see places and some shit. You read something once and were curious if it worked, you slowly dimmed the lights in the kitchen. Pillow starts crying. "Daddeh gone fowever. Piwwow am smawty fwuffy. Piwwow wan see places see pwetty things! Daddeh gone untiw dark time!"

>"Piwwow gon aww dawk time now!" It cries louder, starting to babble nonsense. You raise the light and then dim it again. It starts crying about days and days going by. You can't believe by just dimming the lights it actually fucking believes days are going by.
>You make another day and a half go by. You end it dim, just bright enough you can see the box and get out with kicking the cupboard. Stupid thing sticks out and you kick it every fucking time.
> You run up behind pillow yelling jibberish and nonsense, before grabbing the box and shaking the everloving fuck out of it. You make as many evil sounding noises as you can before your voice gives out. You're very very thankful it doesn't shit all over your pant legs.
>You give it one last good shake, before lifting it up and dropping it on the counter.
>"Good thing I got here when I did. Bad fluffies get hunted and shaken to death. Looks like you were a very very bad fluffy."
>Pillow sceams in terror and actually manages to shake hard enough to shift in the box, and wedge herself in worse. It starts yelling and babbling about "bad evil shakey munstah come for piwwow. piwwow sowwy. piwwow bad fwuffy. piwwow don't wan' fowevew sweepies."
>You grab a wooden stick and smack it hard. "LISTEN!" You yell out. Pillow squeaks and looks up.
>"You're still not a good fluffy! You'll be a good fluffy when I think so." It cries and looks up at you. "Piwwow is bad fwuffy."
>"Yes. You're a bad fluffy pillow" You realize it probably doesn't get the reference, but it looks so forlorn.
>"But! If you do everything I say, I'll keep the shakey monster from getting to you. But if you ever disobey me, I'll let him get you."
>Pillow shakes her head. "Nevew! Daddeh dummeh! Smawty never wisten to dummeh! Piwwow am Smawty!"
>You grab the box and take it downstairs. Well, at least pegasus's don't need their wings to have pegasus babies

Wow, what a cowardly bitch. Use those maternal instinct, you cunt.

Kek. This is so cute. Like, I wouldn't even be mad. Okay, like, a day in the sorry box mad and 40 lashes with a sorry stick, but I couldn't even come to abuse her. A for effect, ya silly bitch.

Sure, little guy~

>You drop the box roughly on the bench. Pillow cries. You laugh. Same old, same old. You roughly grab her scruff and yank it out of the box, holding up to eye level.
>"BAD POOPEHS!" Pillow yells out, as it manages to squeeze out a tiny little bit of shit onto your dress shirt. You grab the c-clamp you have suspended from the roof and tighten it around the scruff, and let go. The clamp falls an inch before the cord tightens, pillow screaming about "NO WAN BAD UPSISE! UPSIES HUWTY!" and "PIWWOW AM FWY! PIWWOW AM FWYING PEGASUS!"
>Fucking goddamn stupid fucking piece of shit. You slap it's ass with a square one inch piece of wood, with extremely course sandpaper wrapped around the end. You smack pillow hard enough to draw some blood from the sand paper. Fuck. You grab the unflated blowup pool you use to make cleanup easier and set it under it. Normally you make sure it's inflated just in case the fluffy makes it loose. These designer fluff's you "find" around town don't just fall from trees. Usually. There was that one time though. You banish the thought and return to the topic at hand.
>You disappear upstairs and turn the lights off, leaving pillow alone in the dark and change your clothes into a shitty wifebeater and some shorts.
>You return to the basement door and put your ear up against it. You hear "HUUU HUUU HUUU! Piwwow wan huggies and wub! Piwwow miss hewd and daddeh! Piwwow no wan be fwying fwuffy no mo!"
>Jesus. This thing broke quick. Last time you had to get the soldering irons heated up. Accidentally started it's fur on fire. Managed to get the fire out before it did any serious damage, but Jersey now has an absolute terror of anything that smells like burning hair and shit on it's 'special friend' at christmas one time. Damn fireplace channel.

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Sup goys. Ready for the reposting?

Post that good shit niggas

Her face says "Kill me please"
but
she is facing the infinite

kek

>You turn one light on in the basement, so you can see pillow's struggling form. You realize that it's almost gotten free, and doesn't realize that a fall from that distance means certain death. Well, only one way to deal with that.
>You run down the stairs, making as much noise and banging the handrail. Pillow screams and makes weird high pitched chirping noise, it's voice hoarse from the screaming.
>You grab the string and shake it violently, swinging pillow around like a pendulum. Pillow screams and cries. "piwwow no bad fwuffy. piwwow no bad fwuffy." You grab it's wings, and grab the other clamp hanging form the roof, instead of smooth clamps there's a large steel screw. You tug roughly, and tear fluffy from the clamp. It screams about "wowst huwties in wingies!" as you continue jostling it roughly in your hand.
>You grab the screw clamp and stop shaking pillow. Pillow is breathing quickly, screaming for "huggies from hewd and daddeh! Piwwow wan huggies and wub!"
>You take a moment of pity, and set pillow down on the bench. You disapear into the darkness, and wait, sitting in a chair.
>Whenever pillow stops making noise you make a noise, or toss something towards it and send it back into it's nightmareish hell of imagination.
>Almost an hour passes before you get bored of this. You let pillow calm down, before jumping up and shaking my work bench. This sends pillow almost over the edge, curling up into a tiny ball and chirping slowly.
>You grab it's wings and lift, unfurling like a scroll. You grab the hind hooves and stretch out a little so you have free access to it's wings. It continues chirping, completetly oblivious to everything going.
>Well, a moments reprieve for pillow I guess, before the pain of having it's wings punctured will bring it back to reality.

Hey, HellBell?
apparently Anders whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is goes around insulting people so don't worry too much about it.

Wanna some then or not?

yee

Choose then. Or random dump?

Ya, google drive/mega that shit son!

Why am I addicted to this shit? What's wrong with me?

Lets Fuck up some smarties

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Does anyone have the weird one with the Frankenstein monster?

I fucking love this god damn one. Nice taste.

>I take my time and line up the screw as best I can before punching it through tearing the skin off of the wings, and crunching through the bone in the main part of the wing. Just strong enough to hold her for a day or two before it would inevitably tear off
>It brings her back to reality as soon as the bones crunch. More shit sprays into the pool. Fucking thing reall ydid eat everyones lunch, no wonder they were so hungry at dinner
>You punch it in the stomach for one last measure. It babbles, mostly angrily. You make out "dummeh daddeh" and "fowever sweepies" and "wowsest huwties" in between chirps
>You vanish back into the darkness, returning upstairs and turning the light off. You head upstairs and watch TV for a few hours, checking in on your breeding room. All the mares have flopped into a pile on the bedding, sound asleep
>You listen at the basement door before opening it, hearing nothing from downstairs. You hoped the fat thing hadn't tore its wings off and fell to its death. You could've made a couple thousand selling its foals
>You open the door, and silently stalk down the stairs, closing the door behind you
>You finally hear pillow softly crying. "Piwwow am usewess dummeh fwuffy. Piwwow wan die. Piwwow no smawty no mowe. Piwwow am bad dummeh fwuffy."
>Perfect. It doesn't realize it's wings are also gone
>I step into the basement, and turn on my flashlight, pointing it right at pillow
>"Pillow?" I say in my best daddeh voice. Pillow cries and spins around sadly
>"Piwwow no wan daddeh. Piwwow am poopeh dummeh fwuffy. Piwwow wan die"
>Shit. Maybe you pushed it just a little too far. You reach out and pat it's head. It chirps sadly and pulls away
>Well, here goes nothing. You turn on the light and pillow screes at the bright light. "See pwaces huwties! see pwaces huwties!" it yells out. You reach and shake the wire, and pillow snaps back to reality. It looks up at you
>"Daddeh hewp piwwow?" It cries softly, looking up at you

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Oh. I see

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RingOfFire is best fire ring

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Indeed he is.

Now I'm dumping Aspie Daddy, I love it too.

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Now what?

tldr sum?

Fucks sake. Forgot file.

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I love fluffies

>"Maybe. You'll do everything I tell you?"
>"Piwwow am good fwuffy! Piwwow owny need daddeh hewp dis time!"
>You give pillow another smack across the ass with the sandpaper stick.
>"HUWTIES ON POOPEH PWACE! HUWTIES ON POOPEH PWACE!" it yells out. "WHY DADDEH HUWT POOPEH PWACE!"
>"LISTEN HERE PILLOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU'LL BE A BAD FLUFFY UNTIL I TELL YOU SO!" You yell at it, spittle flying onto its fur.
>"YOU WILL DO WHATEVER I TELL YOU TO OR YOU WILL NOT BE SAVED FROM THE SHAKEY BAD MAN!"
>Pillow cries and kicks her hooves ineffectually from you. "PIWWOW GIB MUNSTAH AND DUMMEH DADDEH WOWSTEST HUWTIES!"
>You give the chain a light shake and Pillow screams in pain again. "PIWWOW SOWWY! PIWWOW AM BAD FWUFFY! DO WHAT DADDEH TEWW!"
>Good. Let's see if it actually will.
>"Alright, first thing you need to do Pillow, is get free. The only way is ask me to tear off your wingies." You wiggle it's wing to make a point. It kicks at you in response after screaming.
>"Piwwow pegasus... piwwow need wingies for fwy and be fwendly...."
>I shake my head.
>"No more wingies for pillow."
>It cries and screams and shakes it's head. "PIWWOW KEEP WINGIES! GIB MUSTAH AND DUMMEH DADDEH WOWSTEST HUWTIES! SOWWY HOOVES!" It starts kicking out at you again.
>You turn around and start walking up the stairs.
>"Goodbye Pillow."
>You turn the lights off. Immediately: "DADDEH TAKE PIWWOW WINGIES! DADDEH TAKE PIWWOW WINGIES AND SAVE PIWWOW FROM MUNSTAH!"
>You spin around on a dime and jump down the stairs. You grab the thing by the chest and tug straight down, tearing both wings off at the stump. It screams in agony and bleeds lightly. You drop it on the ground, and grab it's scruff, applying bandaids to the stumps to keep it from bleeding out.

Me too, fam

Wrong words.

You too

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>You drop it in the pool and tear the wings off the screw clamp, dropping them next to pillow.
>"Alright pillow, you have to clean up after yourself."
>"Bu... bu.. buh wingies no nummies". It nuzzles the wings and cries again. You tap pillow roughly in the side with your foot, knocking it over to bring it back to reality.
>Pillow lays there on her side, legs up in the air. It kicks them ineffectually at the air trying to move away from the wings that are now flying through the air onto her.
>I slap her with it, before dropping it next to her face. "Eat it Pillow, or I'll leave you for the evil shakey bad man."
>She cries loudly and crunches on her wing. "Wingies not nummies" She mumbles between crunches.
>Pillow is so focused on eating her wing, she doesn't realize I rolled her onto her feet while she was eating and disappeared back into darkness of the basement.
>As the last crunch sounds from her mouth, she stumbles over to the other wing and nuzzles it softly, crying. She looks around and cries out "Daddeh? Why daddeh weave piwwow for eviw shakey munstah! Maybe piwwow not eat wing fawst enuff..." She crunches the wing quickly, before I bang my hand into a piece of metal. Pillow screams and hides her eyes under her hoofs.
>"No wan eviw shakey munstah. No wan eviw shakey munstah. No wan fowevew sweepies." Pillow looks at the wing and cries softly.
>"Maybe daddeh stiww sawe piwwow if piwwow finish eating wing..."

Think we spoke true. Not everyone here hates fluffies. Some of us would take the little guys in as pets.

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So cute

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Auto functiojn got fucked up, readding them.