Much like how my parents are disappointed with me, I'm disappointed in the lack of fluffy abuse threads

Much like how my parents are disappointed with me, I'm disappointed in the lack of fluffy abuse threads

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Maybe they`re disappointed with you for posting fluffies.Esdeath is not,she never is.Anyways,in her name I`ll contribute to your thread.

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Like so.

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And so.

And also like so.

Needs more movement, as would be provided by gifs and webms

And like so as well.

These threads are the most retarded autistic thing I have ever seen on my 7 long fucking years on this website. They make me cringe so hard I want to fucking kill myself. I would genuinely rather have cancerous fucking mlp threads than this. I see people constantly complain about "remove loli threads" "remove furry threads" "remove trap threads" and etc but fuck that jesus christ if I could remove one cancerous tumor from this shithole it would be these retarded threads, the only people who could possibly enjoy this shit are edgy 14 year olds.

nice mistah has huwt feewings?

Oh,please.

it's not the gore or whatever that bothers me, I'm pretty much desensitized to that kind of shit right now. What bothers me is just how cringey and autistic you have to be to make shitty mspaint art of ponies being hurt. It's cringier than actual bronies.

>user so edgy

says the guy posting some autistic art of a guy pushing a nail into a little autism incarnate.

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Popcorn & Daffy
By God of Thunder

>Your fluffy Popcorn is pregnant. She should be giving birth any day now.
>You can still remember when you got her last year. A neighbor had been breeding fluffies and you were interested in taking one home.
>After your neighbor’s mare gave birth they told you that once they are old enough they would allow you to take first pick before they sold the rest.
>You set up a safe room for your new pet and made sure that when they came home they would have everything they would ever need, including a pet door to the back yard.
>Once they were ready to live on their own your neighbor called you and you went by to pick up your new adolescent fluffy.
>There were five in the litter, but one stuck out to you immediately. A snow white female with an electric yellow mane.
>She immediately ran up to you and wrapped herself around your leg. “Be nu daddeh? Wuv daddeh!”
>”Hello sweetheart, would you like to come home with me? I think I’ll call you Popcorn.”
>”Yay! Pawpcon wuv daddeh!”
>You let her say goodbye to her mother and siblings and brought her home.
>You were happy to have a female, hearing how temperamental male fluffies can be. Training her should be a piece of cake, especially since she was born in a home and not a feral.
>Boy were you wrong. She refused to use the littlebox, shitting all over her safe room, refusing to eat kibble, talking back. Luckily you had done your homework on fluffy training and were ready.
>She quickly learned about what she called “bad poopies” and that anytime they happened she would see the sorry stick.
>Not eating her kibble and demanding “sketties” would result in no food at all the rest of the day.
>You even built a sorry box for when she would talk back or be demanding.
>Pretty soon all of her bad behavior came to an end and you got to reward her good behavior, something you had been looking forward to.

>Popcorn began getting weekly “Skettie” dinners when she would eat her kibble without complaint, regular trips to the park, and new toys.
>Her favorite would be when you would let her into the living room to watch TV with you.
>”Daddeh upsies! Pawpcon watch teebee!?” She wouldn’t even watch long, just sit with her head in your lap while you scratched her mane until she fell asleep.
>She had been with you for a year when something changed. You noticed she would pay more attention to the TV whenever a foal was on screen.
>”Do you like the little fluffies, Popcorn?”
>”Pawpcon wuv babbehs daddeh, babbehs fun to pway. When Pawpcon is big fluffy pawpcon have babbehs too, but Pawpcon just a babbeh now.”
>You realize she can’t really tell she has grown up, being the only fluffy in the house, she still thinks she is a baby. It would be good for her to have more fluffies to interact with.
>”Well Popcorn you’re a big fluffy now, and if you can take care of all your babies and teach them how to be good fluffies like I taught you, you can have babies.”
>You have never seen her so excited “Am big fwuffy! Have babbehs! Pawpcon be mommah!” Jumping all around the room.
>You began researching fluffy breeding the next day. At first you were concerned that the foals would be temperamental like Popcorn was when she was younger, but learn that temperament traits are usually inherited from the father.
>You find a breeding stud advertised as being very docile, loving, and obedient.
>A black stallion with a green mane.
>You brought Popcorn over to meet her new special friend and now here we are, waiting eagerly for your fluffy to give birth.
>Unfortunately you were not there when it happened. You arrive home from work to find her cooing with 3 newborn foals.

>2 males, one white like his mother, the other brown. 1 female, bright green like her father’s mane. All seem healthy. The two bright foals are feeding while the brown waits his turn, crying.
>You sit with them for a few minutes stoking Popcorn’s mane while she feeds her babies.
>”Ok Popcorn, time to feed the last one, these two have had enough.”
>”Nu daddeh, bestest gud babbehs get milkies.”
>You are immediately concerned. “Why don’t you feed the brown one?”
>”Dat babbeh looks like poopie and no get milkies, only pwetty babbehs get milkies.”
>You can’t believe it. You taught her better than this, and she promised you that she would take care of all of her babies.
>”Is that so?”
>You carefully take the two bright babies from their mother, being careful not to hurt them (after all, this isn’t their fault) and place them in a bowl on the table.
>”NUUUU!!!! NU TAKE BABBEHS! BABBEHS NEED MOMMAH!”
>Popcorn immediately starts jumping towards the table, almost trampling the brown foal, and you shove her against the wall to keep it safe.
>”Huuuuuu. Why daddeh give hurties? Nu wan, babbehs need mummah.”
>”You have a baby right there that needs you. FEED HIM”
>”Bu daddeh, poopie babbeh nu am pwetty. Milkie only fo pwetty babbehs!”
>”That’s it!” You pick her up by the tail and grab the sorry stick as she squeals in protest.
>”Why sawwy stick, daddeh!?!?! NUUU!” You give her 5 swift and hard strikes across the backside.
>”You promised to take care of all your babies and you broke your promise!”
>”Pawpcon sawwy, Pawpcon sawwy! Nu maw owies! Pwease daddeh, babbehs need mommah.”
>”You can have the other 2 back after you feed this one.”

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>”Huuu, Pawpcon feed poopie babbeh, huuuhu.”
>”And stop calling him that. I guess he needs a name. I think I’ll call him Nut.”
>She relents and feeds Nut.
>”Pawpcon feed poo…..Newt, hav other babbehs back now?”
>You pick up the bowl with the 2 chirping babies and place them near their mother.
>”Remember Popcorn, you promised to take care of all of your babies, if this happens again you will get much worse than the sorry stick, do you understand?”
>”Pawpcon underswand daddeh. Mommah give milkies and huggies and wuv to all babbehs… “sniff” huhu.”
>Things seem to go well from here. Popcorn feeds all of the foals. When playing with them she still seems to avoid Nut but after a stern look she would cower away and let Nut play with her and the other foals.
>The other 2 seem to have no problem with Nut and play with him often, at least when Popcorn will allow. You eventually name the white one Cotton and the green one Kale.
>After a few weeks they begin to mature and start to talk. Their manes come in and they are all active and happy. Except for Nut who isn’t growing as fast as the other two.
>Whenever you are around he is being fed. His siblings play with him, even Popcorn does from time to time. Maybe he is just a runt.
>But you need to be sure. You go out and buy one of those nanny cams, the ones hidden in a teddy bear. And why not, you pick up a baby monitor too, it may come in handy.
>All the fluffies are happy about the bear, even though they can’t play with it.
>”Nu fwiend? Pway wif babbehs” Asked Kale.

>”This is a bear, he is your new friend but he is not to play with. He is gunna sit on the shelf and you can look at him.”
>”But Cotun wun pway wif bear.”
>”I know but I got you guys some new blocks to play with instead.” It is way too easy to appease them.
>”Yay, Newt wuv bwakies!”
>You get home from work the next day ready to put your plan in motion. You take the bear and connect it to the TV. Then go get your fluffies.
>”Popcorn, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
>”Daddeh have supwise for Pawpcon, extwa sketties!?!!”
>”Not really, since you’ve been such a good mother you and your babies get to watch TV tonight.”
>”YAY wuv teebee!!”
>You bring them into the living room and switch the set on. It starts playing from just before you left for work.
>”Daddeh, babbehs on teebee?” She is clearly confused.
>”Yes Popcorn, this show is what you and your babies did today, since you’re such a good mother.”
>She immediately becomes concerned as she sees herself walking over and feeding her foals on screen.
>”Da….Daddeh, Pawpcon nu wike teebee. Nu watch nu more.”
>It seems your suspicions were correct, too furious to say anymore you just keep watching.
>You see yourself leave and as soon as you hear the sound of the door closing you watch Popcorn kick Nut away.

>”Huhu, why mommah nu wuv Newt? Giv biggest hurties?”
>”Poopie babbeh nu get milkies wen daddeh gun! Worstest babbeh!”
>After Kale and Cotton finish feeding they go over to Nut. Kale hugs him while Cotton roles over their ball.
>”Why bwudder hav saddies? Pway?!?! Make Newt fewl bettah!”
>Before Nut can even stand up Popcorn comes up. “Nu pway wif poopie babbeh! Gud babbehs gif poopie babbeh owies onwy!”
>Cotton protests “Nu mommah, Cotun wuv bwudder. Nu gif hurties, only huggies!”
>Popcorn stares down her foal. “Gud babbehs gif worstest hurties to poopie babbeh or am a bad babbeh!”
>”Ok mommah, sawwy Newt!” Both foals begin stomping Nut, crying while they do so.
>”Poopie babbeh nu tew daddeh or get fowevah sleepies!”
>You stop the tape, unable to watch anymore. You just thought that Popcorn was neglecting Nut, but encouraging her foals to hurt him. This is too far.
>You quickly grab the foals and put them back in the safe room. Popcorn is in shock from fear, barely able to speak.
>”Saa…sa…sawwy dadd…SCREEEEEE!” You grab her by the tail and take her outside. You throw her in the shed and she hits the back wall with a thud. She is out cold. Good.
>You go back inside to check on the foals.
>”Wewe mommah?!?! Mommah haf hurties?!?!”
>”Your mom is going away for a while, she was being a bad fluffy.”
>”Nuuuu, wan mommah, wan mommah!!!”
>”Its ok guys, I’m gunna take care of you.” You get out an old electric blanket to keep them warm and stay with them to make sure they feel safe, they have never been without their mother but the fact that you’re there gets them to stop crying and fall asleep.

>You head over to the 24 hour super store, you’ll need some supplies for what you’re planning.
>The next morning you open the shed door to find Popcorn quietly crying on the ground.
>”Daddeh, Pawpcon sawwy. Pwease, gif huggies, weggie haf biggest hurties!”
>Her leg is definitely broken, doesn’t matter, she won’t need it.
>You take her by the nape of her neck and put her in the car.
>At the vets office they are getting her prepped for amputation.
>”Take all four, and spay her while you’re at it.”
>”Nuuuuu, nu take weggies!!!”
>”Do you sell muzzles?”
>”Yes sir, the operation will take a few hours you can stay with her if you li…”
>”Naw, I’ve got some things to take care of.”
>The vet muzzles Popcorn as she cries and grabs for you. You make your way out the door.
>The next stop is the fluffy shelter.
>”We really don’t have many adult fluffies to choose from, people don’t really want them and we usually put them down quickly. You can check out our adult pen though.”
>Five fluffies in the pen. 3 are playing together, one is asleep on its back, and one more, a yellow and red mare, sitting in a corner by itself.
>”What’s her story? The red and yellow one?”
>”That’s Daffodil. She was brought in by a breeder. Apparently she has had 3 litters, all stillborn. We’ll probably end up selling her as a milkbag or euthanizing her.”
>”She’s perfect. I’ll take her.”
>In an isolated pen you introduce yourself to your new fluffy.
>”Hi Daffodil, can I call you Daffy? They told me you had babies before.”

>”Dat ok mistah, can caw Dawfy. Dawfy have babbehs but all babbehs take fowevah sleepies. Dawfy am bad mommah. huhu”
>You feel bad. Bringing up her litters clearly made her sad.
>”I’m sorry Daffy. Listen, I have three baby fluffies that need a new mom. Would you like to come live with me and take care of my fluffy babies?
>”Daffy have new homie wif nice mistah, and haf babbehs!?!?! Dis bestest evah!!!!”
>When you get home you put Daffy in the living room and go to the safe room to check on the foals.
>They clearly are scared, their mother has been gone for a long time at this point.
>”Daddeh, wewe mommah?!?! Kawe haf tummie hurties, need milkies.”
>”You mom was a bad fluffy and had to go away, don’t worry though. I have a new mom for you. She is a good fluffy and will take good care of you.”
>”New mommah? Gif milkies and huggies to Cotun and oter fwuffies?”
>You let Daffy into the room. “This is your new mom guys. She will love and you take care of you as much as you need.”
>Both Kale and Cotton run up and jump on Daffy, chirping happily with their new mother. Nut is reluctant though. Approaching very cautiously. Daffy notices.
>”Hewwo babbeh, am nu mommah. Babbeh haf name?”
>”Babbeh……babbeh is Newt.”
>”Mommah wuv Newt, com get biggest huggies and milkies.”
>Nut jumps into her arms chirping happily as tears run down both of their faces, experiencing for the first time the love they had longed for.
>At this point you phone alarm goes off. Time to pick up Popcorn, you completely forgot.

>”I’ll be back soon guys, Daffy take care of your new babies!”
>She is still knocked out from the anesthetic by the time you get her home. You are in the shed with her when she finally wakes up.
>”Wha happen daddeh? Nu feel weggies, wewe babbehs?”
>You were a very bad fluffy Popcorn and an even worse mother. You can’t have babies anymore and your legs are gone forever. She begins to wail.
>”Huhu. Daddeh gif babbehs fowever sweepies and take weggies away! Huhuhu.”
>You muzzle her. “Your babies are not dead. Now let me show you your new home.”
>The night before you put it together. You placed her sorry box right up against the pet door to the safe room but replaced the door with two-way glass. She struggles as you place her in it and begins crying again. You take off her muzzle.
>”See safwoom and babbehs! Babbehs need mommah, Daddeh take Pawpcon to babbehs? Why babbehs nu see mommah?”
>”You can’t go in there anymore and your babies don’t need you.” Just as you say this Daffy comes into her line of sight and all 3 babies begin to play with her and feed.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh, no am mommah, Pawpcon is mommah!”
>”That’s your baby’s new mom. She is a good fluffy and takes care of all her babies.”
>”NUUUUU!” Popcorn begins to cry and squirm, you put the muzzle back on her and close the lid, but not before attaching the baby monitor so she can hear how happy her babies are with their new mother. You knew that would come in handy.
>The next few months go very well with the foal’s new mother. Despite being abandoned she was clearly well trained and taught all her new babies as well.
>She made sure they always used the litter box and never played too dangerously. She even disciplined them when need be. You found yourself rewarding them much more often for good behavior.
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>It didn’t take long at all for the foals to forget their old mother. At that age their memories aren’t great anyway.
>The closest interaction they would ever have with her was playing in front of their new toy, the mirror.
>They thought it was the best to watch themselves play but it was torture for Popcorn.
>Every day you fed and cleaned Popcorn. The muzzle only came off long enough for her to eat the grass she was given.
>She would try and apologize and ask for her babies back but she quickly learned that talking or making too much noise got her the sorry stick.
>You didn’t want the foals to hear her and get confused.
>Eventually the foals had been eating solid food on their own for a few weeks and you knew it was time to let them go.
>After all, you couldn’t exactly keep 4 (well 4 ½) full grown fluffies.
>The day came for you to send them off to new homes.
>You built a small pen in the front yard for them to play in and show off to prospective buyers. You also built a table over the pen for Popcorn where she couldn’t be seen from inside the pen itself.
>You place her on the table before you let Daffy and the foals out. You want Popcorn to see this as well.
>Cotton was the first to go, followed quickly by Kale.
>Even though Nut had become your favorite you knew with his dark colors it would be harder for you to find him a home.
>You were about to call it a day and bring them back inside when a young girl and her mother strolled by.

>”Look mommy, fluffies! Can we get one?”
>”I don’t know sweety, I know we told you that we would get you one soon but I wanted to go through a professional breeder.”
>The girl approaches the pen and starts petting Nut.
>”Hewwo pwetty hoomin, am Newt, be nu mommah?”
>”Mommy I want this one, it’s really nice!”
>”Ok, if you really want it.”
>You tell Nut he is going to have a new home now. He goes and nuzzles Daffy to say goodbye while you talk to the little girl and her mom. Soon Nut is nuzzling your hand.
>”Daddeh gif upsies for by-by huggies?”
>This really touched you. You always had a soft spot in your heart for Nut but never expected him to think of missing you while he was excited about his new home.
>You pick up Nut and give him a big hug goodbye when he notices the white and yellow fluffy sitting on the table off to the side.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh? Why fwuffy haf nu weggies?”
>Popcorn notices he sees her and begins trying to call to him through the muzzle and wiggle around excitedly?
>”That’s a bad fluffy, bad fluffies have to lose their legs. If you want I can take you over to say hi to her.”
>”Nu daddeh, Newt nu wike bad fwuffies.”
>You hand Nut off to the little girl and they leave with him cooing in her arms.
>Tears begin streaming from Popcorn’s eyes, having been rejected by the foal she had rejected herself, with no one to love her.

>That night you leave her in the drop box at the same shelter where you got Daffy.
>At home you sat on the couch with Daffy’s head in your lap.
>”Dawfy miss babbehs daddeh, but Dawfy happy babbehs haf good new housies and famiwy. Dawfy wuv babbehs.”
>”You were a great mother Daffy. I’m very proud of you.” You’re not sure if she heard you or was already asleep.
>You couldn’t help but wonder about Popcorn in the shelter. It is usually a week before they put fluffies down.
>She isn’t that desirable anymore but maybe someone will take her home, like you took home Daffy.
>But like the volunteer said, people usually don’t want adult fluffies.

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>a little autism incarnate
I`m seriously doubling over in laughter ever since I read this two minutes or so ago.

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Bump.

Yeah...good parents murder their animefag kids.

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More like this please

got anymore of this horse thingys eating their young? its funny and autistic.

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Is there a part 6 to this?

That was cathartic as fuck

thats mai waifu get out

I've got another if anyone is interested

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Do it

Covet
By God of Thunder
>Once the inheritance came in you were pretty well set.
>Sure, you weren’t crazy rich, but you had enough to live comfortably and not have to work anymore.
>Now the question was what you were going to do with your free time.
>You’d had a few pets before, cats and dogs, and always were interested in breeding, but were always just too busy in the past. Maybe this would be a good hobby to get into now.
>Despite never having had a fluffy you’d become intrigued by the popularity of the new pets.
>Not to mention the prices that some of the more popular colored ones were going for.
>Seemed like a great way to spend your time and bring in some extra cash as well.
>If you were gunna do this you would do it right.
>In all the research you did on care, feeding, health, one thing was emphasized as most important; Discipline.
>Younger fluffies respond well to being kept in what were called “Sorry Boxes” or being denied privileges, but older ones with more established poor behavioral traits will require physical force as punishment to correct their behavior.
>You began checking out existing breeders in your area looking at what they had to offer so you could put together a breeding pair to produce some more appealing foals.
>Little did you know what was about to fall into your lap.

>You’ve had to deal with ferals getting into your yard a few times in the past.
>A spray with the hose or a swift kick would send ‘em running before any damage could be done.
>As it would turn out, today you would take a different approach.
>You were only a few steps out the door when felt a smack against the back of your leg.
>Looking down you saw a snow white fluffy with an bright yellow mane puffing his cheeks at you, ready to charge again.
>”Stoopie hoomin, dis smawty yad now! Gif lotza nummies den go way, or gut biggest wurst hurties!”
>You were ready to kick the fucker when you noticed his horn.
>Holy shit, a unicorn with those colors isn’t something you come across every day. Breeding him could produce some pretty expensive stock.
>”Smawty say gif nummies now!! Lotza nummies!”
>Before he can charge again you lean down and quickly flick him hard on the horn.
>You had read how sensitive a fluffy’s horn is.
>Immediately he is in a daze and you take the opportunity to press him to the ground by the scruff so he can’t move.
>Unable to struggle he just cries softly.
>Huhu, stoopie munsta, wet smawty go, huhu”
>”That will be enough, from now on you can only talk when I say you can talk. Now tell me, what are you doing in my yard?”
>”Huhu, smawty hungwy, need find nummies for smawty n speshul fwiend.”
>”Special friend? So there is another one? You are gunna take me to her.”

Look who it is again, ID Heaven. I'm fed up with your shit faggot. The other day when you called me a newfag, yeah, haven't forgotten about that yet.
Fuck you I've been on here for months and probably get on here more than you anyways. Don't you know that you make yourself look like a newfag when you call others newfag?
Just because you learned how to hack your name and change it to "Heaven" does not give you the right to disrespect anyone at any time.

>”Nu take, smawty caw speshul fwiend, speshul fwiend come!” “SPESHUL FWIEND!! COME TU SMAWTY NOW!!”
>From the bushes slowly trots another fluffy, pregnant to the point that she can barely walk, dragging her stomach on the ground.
>You can’t believe your luck, she is neon purple with a dark blue mane.
>Getting 2 fluffies like this would have cost thousands, and here they are, right in your yard.
>”She shouldn’t be walking, why did you call her?”
>”Smawty nu go tu speshul fwiend! Smawty am bestest, speshul fwiend come tu smawty!”
>Oh its gunna be fun breaking in this guy.
>”Ok, here is the deal. I need some new fluffies. Would you guys like to come live with me?”
>The mare is very excited “Gwape haf nu mommah again?!”
>You guess her name is Grape.
>”Smawty make hoomin gif housie an nummie!?! Hew wut smawty wan now…… SCREEEEEEE!”
>Before he can say anymore you grab his horn and twist down. Not abrupt enough to break his neck but enough that he gets a face full of dirt.
>”Listen here, you didn’t make me do anything. I’m in charge here and you are going to do everything I say. Do you understand?”
>He doesn’t respond, just struggles against your grip. You grind his face further into the ground.
>”Smawty undustan! Smawty understand! Pwease nu mo hurties, wet go!”
>”Great, let’s go inside.”
>You pick up Grape carefully and begin heading in.
>”Smawty wan upies, tu!”
>You look down angrily. “No, you walk.”
>He drops his head and follows you in, babbling. “Huhuhu”

>Luckily you already had just about everything you needed.
>You pull out a dog bed and place Grape on it.
>It’s made for a medium size dog but she is so big she fits perfectly.
>”Smawty get piwwow bed?”
>”No the bed is only for Grape.”
>He is clearly mad but after a second he puts he head down and slumps away.
>You grab two bowls of kibble, one noticeable larger than the other. Grape will need more.
>You place one in front of each fluffy.
>The smarty is done in a matter of seconds while Grape makes her way through hers slowly.
>He makes his way over to Grape’s bowl and starts sniffing around.
>“Smawty stiw hungwy.”
>He shoves Grape’s face away and digs into her bowl.
>You’re on him before he can take a second bite.
>Grabbing the horn again you toss him back.
>He slides across the floor leaving a trail of kibble behind.
>”NUUUU, why nu mommah hurties?!?!”
>You will eat what I give you and no more.
>”B-but smawty stiw hungwy! Gwape haf mow nummies! Smawty shud haf mostest nummies!”
>”She gets more for her babies and because she has been a good fluffy the whole time she has been here. If you are a good fluffy you get more food. Bad fluffies get punished. Do you understand?”
>”Nu wike nu mommah…….”
>”WHAT WAS THAT?!?”
>The smarty leaps back in fear. “Smawty undustan! Smawty say undustand!”

>”Good.”
>It occurs to you that the Smarty hasn’t mentioned a name yet. He must not have one. If he earns it, you’ll name him.
>You sit down and pet Grape while she finishes her food.
>”Gwape wuv nu mommeh, wuv nummies! Tank ou mommah!”
>The Smarty lies behind her, clearly mad, but he won’t say anymore. He’s getting there.
>After she finished you take away her bowl. The Smarty is now pacing back and forth behind her.
>You hear him right when you get back into the room.
>”Smawty wan spechul huggies!”
>This is a problem. While researching fluffy breeding you learned that and sexual activity in the late stages of pregnancy could lead to birth defect or even miscarriages.
>You’re not about to let the first litter get all fucked up.
>Before the Smarty can mount Grape you grab his scruff and throw him against the wall.
>”There will be none of that for a while!”
>”NNUUUU! Nu gif owies! Smawty wan speshul huggies now!”
>”I told you no and you will do as I say!”
>Grape is crying, that yelling has scarred her and she can’t exactly turn around to see what is going on.
>”Nu caw! Nu caw! Smawty hate nu mommah!”
>”That’s it!”
>You scoop up the Smarty and take him into the garage.
>You haven’t gotten around to getting Sorry Boxes yet, not expecting to get fluffies for a few more weeks, but you did have an old cat carrier.
>It’s a bit small for a fluffy but the pain of being crammed into it will add nicely to the Smarty’s punishment.
>You crush him into the box and leave him crying angrily in the garage.
>”Hate nu mommah! Gif mommah hurties! Wet out now!”
>Once the door shuts you can’t even hear him anymore.

>You go to tend to Grape, who is still crying on the dog bed.
>The floor behind her is sprayed with shit.
>”Mommah yewwin’, mad at Gwape? Nu can move, nu fin witter box! Gwape nu mean to make bad poopies!”
>Damn, you guess she has been house broken.
>”It’s ok Grape. I know you didn’t mean to and you are not in trouble this time. But you need to make sure it never happens again, ok?”
>Sniff..”Huhu, Gwape pwomis. No bad poopies evah again.”
>You clean her up while she calms down.
>Since she is too big to move you’re not exactly sure what to do about the litter box situation. You don’t exactly want her to get into the habit of shitting anywhere but it’s not like she can get there herself.
>You dig out your old cat’s litter box and decide to just place it behind her. It’s a simple but effective solution.
>By now she realizes that the Smarty is missing.
>”Where speshul smawty fwiend?!” She even looks afraid now.
>You don’t want to further upset her by letting her know where he really is.
>”Oh, he just went to find more food.”
>”B-b-but Gwape nee smawty to pwotect fwom munstahs! Munstahs hert Gwape and tummie babbehs!”
>”Don’t worry Grape, I’m here to protect you.”
>”New mommah pwotect Gwape? Pwease no weave nu mommah! Gwape be gud fwuffy and nu wun way again!”

Someone please add sound to this

>Now this is interesting.
>”Grape, did you used to live in a house?”
>”Yesh mommah, Gwape wive in house wong time agu. Bu Gwape wun away.”
>”How come?”
>”Gwape meet speshul fwiend at fwuffy pawk bu old mommah was meanie. Nu wet Gwape haf speshul fwiend and babbehs.”
>”That’s where you met your Smarty friend? At the park?”
>”Huh? Nu, nu smawty. Old speshul fwiend. Tatoe. Tatoe was bestest speshul fwiend. Bu mommah say Tatoe was nu pwetty and nu haf babbehs wif Tatoe, so Gwape and Tatoe wun way from mommahs.”
>You kind of feel bad for her after hearing that but in the back of your mind you know you would have done the same.
>A breeding mare can only have so many littlers and you wouldn’t want to waste them with the potential for bad colored offspring.
>Anyway, now you’re getting curious as to where the Smarty came from, so you ask.
>”Gwape and Tatoe go wive near wa-wa pwace. Haf babbehs! Tatoe aways bwings best nummies to make best milkies fo babbehs.”
>”Sometimes Gwaps see smawty com neaw but Tatoe scawe smawty away.”
>”Den Tatoe go get nummies fo Gwape an babbehs and nu com back. When Gwape go sweepies and waked up babbehs gun tu!”
>”Gwape su scawed but den smawty com. Smawty tell Gwape bout munstah hu take babbehs and make nummies!! Smawty say he pwotect Gwape fwom munstah if Gwape be nu speshul fwiend.”
>”Mommah stay wif Gwape, keep munstahs away an pwotect tummeh babbehs?”
>”Don’t worry Grape, I’ll stay with you.”
>You stay with her, scratching her ears until she falls asleep, Cooing quietly to herself.
>Time to check on the Smarty, something definitely didn’t add up about Grape’s story.

>When you get into the garage the Smarty is softly crying to himself in the carrier.
>He barely moves much until you get him out when he suddenly jumps to the ground and puffs out his cheeks.
>”Nu mo sowwy box!! Nu mo nu mommah!! Smawty nu wike! Dis Smawty house now! Smawty and speshul fwiend stay an mommah weave!!!”
>The entire time he has been here he hasn’t looked this mad, but you aren’t about to back down.
>You lift him by his scruff and grab some gardening sheers.
>”Put Smawty down now o gif biggest fowevah sweepies to mommah!!
>You quickly trim off a small part of his horn. Only about a centimeter but he can definitely feel it.
>”SCCCRRRREEEEEEE! NU OWIES!!! STAHPP!”
>You place him on his stomach over a stool so his legs are hanging off and strap him to it with some duct tape.
>After a few minutes he has calmed down enough to talk.
>”So Smarty, how did you end up with Grape?”
>”Gwape bewong Smawty’s!!”
>”Where did you find her?”
>”Gwape near wa-wa pwace.”
>”Was she alone, or did she have other fluffies with her?”
>He starts looking mad again and tried to squirm his way off the stool.
>Realizing his efforts are futile, he gives up and finally answers.
>”Gwape haf stoopie ugwy fwuffy wif her. Stawty teww ugwy fwuffy go way but ugwy fwuffy is poopie an meanie!”
>”Haha, so he scared you off?”
>This really pissed him off, but what could he do about it.

>”Smawty get ugwy fwuffy gud! Smawty wait fo uwgy fwuffy to get near wa-wa, den Smawty wun and push ugwy fwuffy in wa-wa. Den Gwape is Smawty speshul fwiend!”
>”What did you do to the other fluffy?”
>”Stoopie mommah nu liswen!! Smawty push ugwy…..” *CRACK* “SCREEEEEEE!”
>You snap his back leg mid-sentence.
>You wanted that memory to be associated with pain.
>”NUUUU! WEGGIE HURT!!!!! STOOPIE MOMMAH!!! SMAWTY GIF WORSTEST FOREVER SWEEPIES!!!”
>It takes a few minutes for his screams to die down.
>”Back to your story…..”
>”Nu tawk tu mommah nu mow! Smawty hate chu!!”
>”Oh really? Remember I told you that you had to listen to me? If you don’t I’ll have to clip your horn again.”
>You hold up that garden sheers.
>”Nu cwip horn! Swarty tawk! Wut mommah wan tawk bout?”
>”What happened next, when you found Grape?”
>”Huhu. Gwape alweady haf poopie babbehs with ugwy fwuffy. Gwape nu wike Smawty if haf babbehs alweady.”
>”What happen to her foals?”
>”Smawty fix poopie babbehs gud! Wen Gwape take sweepies Smawty take babbehs way an…” *Crack*
>There goes his other leg.
>His voice was a little horse (lol) from screaming that this time he only made a garbling sound that you can’t even really describe.
>He kept letting that sound out until he eventually passed out from the pain.
>You spent that night sleeping on the couch near Grape so she could see you were there in case she woke up in the middle of the night.
>In the morning you put together 2 makeshift splints for Smarty’s legs. You considered just putting him down but were interested to see if you would be able to correct his behavior.
>Not to mention if you pulled it off you could keep breeding him.

You're misusing the word "autistic."

SMOKEY WAWA SMOKEY WAWA!!

>You called a vet to see about his legs.
>”Which ones are broken?”
>”Both hind legs”
>”As long as the bones are set and they are splinted they should be fine in a few weeks. Right after the splints come off though his hind legs will be very weak so make sure he doesn’t put too much weight on them and no strenuous activity. It is probably best to keep him immobile for a month to a month and a half once they’re off.”
>”Thanks Doc.”
>Grape never got herself into any trouble, not like she could if she tried.
>Occasionally she would ask where Smarty is but you would just keep telling her he went to find food.
>This seemed to satisfy her.
>Whenever you weren’t in the room with her though she would get very frightened, usually cry and shit herself.
>Losing her last litter really had an effect on her.
>Pretty soon you were able to convince her that as long as she was in the house she would be safe.
>Smarty stayed attached to the stool for the duration of his recovery.
>You figured this would be the best way to break his spirit. Isolated and in pain. Completely reliant on you.
>You kept a bucket behind him to catch any waste and he got a small bowl of kibble and water a day.
>You made sure to spend some time in the garage with him so he got used to you being around.
>He didn’t like it at first.
>”Dummeh mommah, gif weggie owies! Huhu!”
>Complaints got him the Sorry Stick.
>Smacking him across the backside wouldn’t work, it may hinder the healing in his legs so you went with a few quick wacks across the ears.

The future

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>Soon he was thanking you for his food and apologizing for being a “meanie fwuffy”.
>He would even cry when you left, but that was probably because he knew that meant another 23 hours alone in the garage.
>When you weren’t conditioning Smarty you spent your time setting up a new safe room for the soon to be arriving fluffies.
>Eventually Grape gave birth. 5 foals, all healthy.
>This was a huge relief. Grape had been through a lot in the months before she got to your house and you didn’t know if they would come out alright.
> Two purple, 1 male 1 female, one green female, one blue male, and one white female.
>The green and blue each had a horn.
>When they were old enough to sell each would bring in a pretty penny.
>For now though you would let Grape enjoy her time with them.
>It was about time for Smarty’s splints to come off as well.
>Once you got him off the stool he slowly began walking again.
>”Ok Smarty, this is your last chance. If you are going to live in the house again, what do you have to do?”
>”Smawty do evwythin’ mommah say.”
>”That’s right, now go inside and see Grape and the foals.”
>”Gwape haf babbehs?!?”
>He seems more concerned than excited.
>You don’t like that but you let it go for now.
>Smarty makes his way to the living room to find Grape feeding 5 chirping foals.
>”Speshul fwiend back!! Wook, Gwape haf bestest babbehs!!”
>He gets close and sniffs a few of them.
>”Smawty nu wike babbehs, mommah make babbehs go way!?”
>You immediately lean down and flick Smarty on his clipped horn.
>He stumble back in a daze.
>”Smawty am sowwy, wiw be nice tu babbehs.”

>He walks over to one of the food bowls and eats before slumping down in a corner and staring at Grape.
>Pretty soon he gets up and starts sniffing around her again.
>”Speshul fwiend gif huggies? Speshul huggies for Smawty!”
>Before he can move she kicks him away.
>”Nu speshul huggies, Gwape mommah now an nee gif milkies tu babbehs!”
>Smarty slumps back over to his corner.
>You decide to spend the night on the couch in the safe room to make sure Smarty’s first night back goes alright.
>You kept on Fluff to for the fluffies and figured you would fall asleep watching.
>You never could really fall asleep well watching TV, you always just end up going in and out of being half asleep, but want to be there just in case anything happens.
>You weren’t sure if you were dreaming when Smarty went over and picked up the white foal and brought it to the other side of the room.
>What would he be doing?
>He lifts his front hooves in the air.
>”Dummeh babbehs take speshul fwiend away fwom Smawty! Gif Forever sweepies!!”
>Fuck! Not a dream!
>Before you can even react…
>*Crack* Both his hind legs snap under his weight and he goes down, landing to the side of the foal.
>”SCREEEEEEE!!!”
>Grape wakes up and starts screaming about monsters while the foals chirp and cry around her.
>You grab the white one and get it back to her and she calms down seeing her babies are safe.
>Smarty is still screaming in the corner.
>At this point you’re done with him. You grab him by the tail and throw him in the garage.
>He can fucking starve in there.

Then fucking kill yourself, no one asked you to be here. Be sure to fap to some feminine penis to make you feel better if you bitch out.

>In the morning you tell Grape that Smarty went back to the park to fight the monsters, and since he was there she would be safe anywhere she went.
>She was ecstatic about that.
>It was another two days before you checked the garage.
>Smarty lay dead in a clump not far from where he landed two days earlier.
>The garage is starting to stink so you decide to bury the body in the yard.
>You borrow a shovel from a neighbor, he tells you he’ll be by that night to pick it back up.
>You take Smarty to the yard and begin digging.
>It wasn’t until you dropped him in that you noticed him exhale.
>Holy fuck, he’s alive!
>”Mommah? Mommah hewp Smawt……….”
>Before he can finish you decapitate him from the jaw up with the shovel and fill in the hole.
>A few hours later you hear a knock on the door.
>Damn it, you forgot to clean the shovel.
>”Hey, come on in.”
>As soon as the door opens Grape pops her head out of the safe room.
>”Oh, you have fluffies?”
>”Yeah, why don’t you play with them while I get the shovel?”
>That should give you some time to hose it off.
>When you get back he is sitting on the floor of the play room petting the foals while Grape looks on proudly.
>”You know I’ve been thinking of getting one off myself.”
>”Really, these guys are newborns but they will be ready in a few months to go to new homes. If you want to buy one I’ll give you first pick.”
>”Great, I’ll be in touch.”

>As soon as they are ready to be apart from their mother you let your neighbor know to swing by that afternoon to choose his new pet.
>All five of them have had great colored manes come in.
>Interestingly enough the white one, which Smarty almost killed, grew an electric yellow mane, just like her father.
>You placed a bowl of kibble in the middle of all the fowls so they aren’t whining for food when the buyer comes by.
>Not long after they start eating the white foal smashes into one of her brothers.
>”Nu eat nummies. Am bestest babbeh!! Bestest babbeh git aw nummies.”
>You grab her by the tail and slide her away from the bowl to let the others get to it.
>Guess she is taking more after her father than you thought.
>Before you can do anything else you hear a knock on your door.
>You let your neighbor in to look over the foals.
>The white one immediately runs up and wraps herself around his leg.
>“Be nu daddeh? Wuv daddeh!”
>”Hello sweetheart, would you like to come home with me? I think I’ll call you Popcorn.”

Continuity. I love it.

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So you`re saying your waifu wouldn`t support fluffy abuse?

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>when a fluffy has a quest for you

Just kill yourself then you crybaby faggot

We don't enjoy these threads simply because we're edgy retards. We're retards who aren't quite edgy enough for rekt threads, so we take it out with this shit.

The last one died on page 10 without imaeg or post cap.
There dosent always have to be a thread up for it you know

>7 years
then you would have seen them 5 years ago faggot

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