I believe it is time

I believe it is time

for

a fluffy abuse thread

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get in while it lasts, lads

I don't have shit, someone wrote a greentext.

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I got trips, this thread is ordained.

What got you guys into fluffy abuse? I found it by accident on Sup Forums a few months ago and... I guess curiosity killed the cat.

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trips again!
I'll write a greentext if some more anons show up.

Anyone got emotional abuse? Or pet shop stories? I like the idea of going into a pet shop and observing the fluffy social dynamics and watching their desperation for love. Not only that, but the utter ignorance of the pillowing station they live next to.

Back on /mlp/ before they banned clop and fluffies. I dip into the fandom for a month and then forget about it once every 8 months or so. It keeps things fresh, but I find the Canon keeps changing making the fluffies more and more deserving of the abuse, which is not why I like this. I want to see innocents tortured, and I also hate the shift towards pretty much *all* abuse being centered around mummah/babbeh.

emotional abuse is the best form. Especially with dramatic irony.
I agree, it's abuse not justice. Justifying it to appeal to normies is retarded. It's the most autistic thing ever, and it should stay that way.

I guess this is enough people to justify that greentext. hold on

this will most like be shit. pure unadulterated autistic abuse.

>live in city and walk to community college
>fluffies have already adapted to urban living, although they still die in droves
>it is socially acceptable to kick them out of the way, as they are seen as less than vermin
>walking back to apartment after class
>as I pass an alley, I hear some light huu-huus and general whining from behind a dumpster.
>see two adult fluffies, one male and one female
>the female has three healthy foals on her back, with one healthy foal on the ground. The foals on her back are very bright colors (pink, green, and blue respectively), whereas the other foal is a disgusting brown color
>the male adult looks like he was stomped on, and there's a trail of blood (presumably his) leading from their cardboard box shelter out to the other side of the alley
>his stomach is burst open and the female appears to be crying due to his death
>without him to feed the female, the rest of the family will surely starve

cont? and how'd I do

Looks interesting so far. Cont please.

Well you ignored what I said about mummah/foal but you can continue.

Take just the foals (talking age) and put them into various societal roles dumbed down for them. Make them do shit for food. Make one work harder than the rest (or no food) but give him best food, middle one works a little bit gets okay food, last one works not at all but gets a little of both of the other's food. Welfare for fluffies, emotional abuse ensues

Sure!

>apartment is only two blocks away, I could theoretically take the remaining fluffies
>decide to approach the mother, giving as big a smile as I can
>"Hello there! Is something wrong?" I ask, albeit quietly so others in the street don't hear me talking to fluffies
>the mother looks up. She's a vibrantly neon yellow, making her look almost nauseating.
>As soon as her eyes meet mine, the collective smell of the male's corpse and the pile of feces in the corner of the box hits me
>it takes all of my willpower to contain my disgust. I maintain my friendly persona, my eye twitching.
>"mummah s-sad because special fwend took fowevah sleepies..." she moans, as the foals on her back squirm.
>"mummah can't find nummies for her bestest babbehs..." and it seems like she's motioning only to the babies on her back
>the foal on the ground looks up at me with the most pathetic expression.
>even in impoverished, broken fluffy familes there exists preferential treatment of young
>doesn't matter to me, they're all the same. Vermin.
>"Would you like to come live with me instead?" I ask, looking around for a different box to put them in.
>"nyu daddeh?" the mare immediately perks up. It seems likes she's already forgotten the death of her special friend. "Mummah wan nyu daddeh!"
>this sudden change strikes me as manipulative, but I don't care. I don't need to justify what is about to happen.

continuing

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Saw it on Sup Forums a while ago, I started wondering how it came to be. I still haven't found any real answers as to how it developed like this, and by now I've kind of given up.

Now I just read some stuff until I feel my soul wither down enough.

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sounds like a good idea, I was just going to pull their legs off. And I just realized I can't do anything involving castrating the male adult. Fuck, you were right about mummah/babbeh being overplayed. Well, too late to retcon that shit now.

>"Yes, I can be your new daddy!" I say, biting back my hatred and continuing the charade. "Just get inside this new box, so you can come home!"
>the mother quickly obeys, although I notice she didn't encourage the brown foal at all. He (upon close inspection, it was male) remained in the original box.
>"Aren't you going to bring that foal, too?" I ask the mare
>"no, that's a poopeh babbeh. Mummah nu care"
>if I don't get that foal in the box, that's one less foal for my "social experiment" I think to myself
>"Go get that foal, and I'll let you have skettis when we get to my house!" I say, knowing how easily fluffies are manipulated by promises of food
>the mare complies by roughly grabbing the foal in her teeth and throwing him into the new box. Hopefully he wasn't injured too bad by that, but it doesn't matter at this point.
>I take the box to my apartment
>in my bathroom, I quickly convert my bathtub into a quasi-safe room by placing differently-sized boxes inside. They will function as rooms.

>I quickly rinse the family in the sink despite their complaints about "bad wawa" and "tooo cowd daddeh" and then I set them down in front of the tub.
>"This will be your saferoom!" I declare, as the fluffies take in their new surroundings in awe.
>after they get used to their surroundings, I decide it would be fun to name them all before introducing them to the... festivities.

What should I name the mare? I have the foals all picked out already.

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jemimah

Anyone have the guide on how to take care of a pillow fluff?

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Don't stop now. You have my attention.

Seconded

fuck it, Jemimah it is.
>Who is ready to get a name?" I ask, although the fake happiness is killing me
>all of the fluffies perk up, and I turn to the mare. "Your name is Jemimah!" I say as pleasantly as possible
>"jemimah wuv new name! fank you daddeh!" she squeals in ecstasy. This might be the first time a human has ever shown her kindness.
>I turn to her young. "Which one is the bestest babbeh?" I ask. She points to the pink filly.
>"Your name is... shitrat." I say, still in a pleasant mood although I intoned a sense of disappointment. The pink filly looked confused. "fwuffy new name is... shitrat?"
>"Yes it is!" I say excitedly, moving on to the next two foals. I named them after their colors, seeing as it would be neutral enough. "Gween" and "Bwue" were happy enough with their new names, although shitrat seemed entirely disappointed.
>I looked at the brown foal, who was surprisingly uninjured. "Your new name... is master." The brown foal looked around dumbly, not understanding the power of its new title.

>Jemimah now seemed extremely perplexed. Her favorite babbeh was named shitrat, and her least favorite was named master. "Daddeh.. jemimah nu.... nyu names..." she struggled to put her thoughts into words. She knew something was off.

">Anyways!" I said, interrupting the mare and getting every fluffy's attention. "This is your new home!" and I picked each one up, putting them on the ledge of the tub overseeing each box. There was a very large box that could fit all of them comfortably, a small box that could fit just the mare, and three individual boxes that still maintained a sense of comfort for the foals.
>there was also a smaller, vertical box. It wouldn't be able to fit anybody comfortably, as they wouldn't be able to keep more than two legs on the ground. That would be the "sorry box," although that incorrectly implies its purpose would be justice-oriented.
>"Welcome to..." I struggled to come up with a name. "Fluffy Hotel!"

Yeah gimmie a sec, gr1m saves his images fucking huge and I have to crop them into halves, then re-size the halves for them to be postable here.

I think I like where this is going.

>Spoiler alert: The fluffy has dissociative identity disorder. Two seperate personalities with their own memories. So he punishes the good fluffy, never the bad fluffy.

Of course, this is a guess. The comic isn't done yet. It just goes on like this for a few more pages.

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i lowered the resolution a tiny bit in ms paint and it halved the file size

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Anyone have more Cheeto stories? I remember he did draw a few, and I really like them

>"jemimah wuv fwuffy hotel!" exclaimed the mare, and her foals expressed similar sentiments. I was glad they all could speak.
>It was time to divide the family.
>"This is the room for Jemimah!" I stated, pointing to the medium-sized container. "And these are the rooms for Green and Blue," referencing the smaller boxes.
"This is the sorry box. You only go there if you're a bad fluffy!" I stated seriously, pointing to the tiniest box.
>"And this is the playroom! Where the bestest babbeh goes!" I said as happily as I could, internally cringing at the term 'bestest babbeh.' I made the mental note to buy some cheap fluffy toys later.
>"Let's try out the new rooms!" As I placed the mare, Green, and Blue into their respective rooms.
>I picked up Shitrat, and hovered her over the playroom. She smiled and wiggled her legs in joy at the thought of having such an expansive space all to herself.
>I then abruptly crammed her face-first into the sorry box.
>I placed Master into the playroom, but once again he looked around dumbly. He still didn't comprehend his good fortune.
>the pink filly screamed for her mummah, and instantly Jemimah became concerned.
>"bestest babbeh okay? what wrong?" she called out, as she couldn't actually see any of her foals.
>shitrat lived up to her name as she began shitting herself in fear and anguish, although it only succeeded in getting herself filthy
>"Bad fluffy!" I stated in a mock pouty voice, and then continued with "you must get the sorry stick!"
>I whacked her with the only stick I had close-in-hand, a hard plastic drain clear.
>'master' still had the dumbest fucking look on his face.

Do you guys like the disparity treatment here or should I just skip the psychological shit and just deform them already?

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Smarty abuse is the best abuse
They deserve everything

Just do what you want bro, but I would prefer the disparity treatment.

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Really like this story, so I'm saving and uploading straight from the booru to contribute something

Are we ready for...
....the face?

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I like the disparity but the whole concept of bestest babbeh is still falling victim to the babbeh/mummah/justice-rather-than-abuse trope. Sort of ho-hum.

docs.google.com/document/d/1Sp-OyFuCsIZdJ0VGaKZpXFLUcmPp6rTIp-LIe5rh52E/edit?pref=2&pli=1#
ayy

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Damn, gr1m hasn't finished drawing the story yet, so have this shitpost instead.

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Is there more? I couldn't find any

You missed the point, it can't be abuse if they deserve it.
I'll keep it going a bit longer then. Also I meant to say "drain cleaner" as in pic related
>shitrat did NOT appreciate the sorry stick and began screaming and shitting herself even more
>jemimah followed in this trend because hearing her most beloved foal's trauma must be devastating.
>devastatingly cathartic, that's for sure.
>I decided to use Master's ignorance to my advantage.
>after returning with a large amount of toys for master, as well as food and water for everyone (except shitrat, of course), I decided to let everyone out of their boxes to see how they interacted with each other. I removed each box individually and placed each fluffy back into the tub. Jemimah had calmed down and Shitrat had just started mumbling to herself and lightly crying.
>I placed shitrat into the tub last, and she immediately embraced Jemimah in tears. Ironically, the pink filly's fluff was made fairly brown due to her outbursts.
>is okay, shitrat! mummah wuvs you!" jemimah cooed, and eventually the filly calmed down once again.

>Green and Blue (both males, sorry for not mentioning earlier) would be seen as the control group for this experiment. They would be given average everything. One toy each, and the bare minimum of food. Jemimah would be treated similarly. 'Master' would receive a large amount of toys and an overabundance of food, whereas Shitrat would receive no toys and of course she would be underfed. With my plan in action, I observed how the fluffies reacted after their first day.
>green and blue immediately flocked back to their mother and shitrat, although it was easy to tell they were repulsed by shitrat's appearance and smell.
>"sissy smeww weawwy bad!" they stated, and their mother seemed to scold them.
>"master" sat by himself in the corner, dumbly. Although I could tell he was a little slow on top of being the least like foal, it was clear he understood his family dynamic.

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docs.google.com/document/d/1Sp-OyFuCsIZdJ0VGaKZpXFLUcmPp6rTIp-LIe5rh52E/edit?pref=2&pli=1#
ayy lmao

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Fuckin kek

gr1m_1 is a great artist.

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see

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hear hear

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>i didn't include a pic related
fuck. this shit

>i placed shitrat into an average room for the duration of the experiment. the first night should be enough mental scarring for now.
>over time I watch 'master' get fatter and fatter, and shitrat become thinner. I decided to enact the second phase of the experiment.
>while each fluffy was asleep in their respective boxes, I quickly scooped shitrat up and covered her mouth. I carried her into the kitchen and placed her into the sink.
>her screams of panic were muffled throughout the whole time, and she couldn't see my face due to the darkness.
>I kept her mouth covered and spoke in a different, deeper voice.
>"shitrat. I am your friend. You must listen to me, do not scream."
>no idea if she understood but I took my hand away from her mouth anyways. She didn't make a sound.
>"your brother, 'master' has stolen everything from you" I stated. "But you can get it back."
>"h-how shitrat have all the toysies and nummies and wuv?" begged the filly pathetically
>"you must convince Green and Blue to side with you. You must kill 'master.'
>a brilliantly deviant idea floated into my mind. each fluffy was located in the bathtub... and fluffies hate water. I decided to get a bit more... doomsday cult-like with her.
>"you must bring about the great flood! And then all your dreams will come true!"
>"gweat fwudd?" she stated, confused
>"and... and you will get spaghetti!" I said, trying to make her understand.
>"shitrat wan sketti! shitrat wan gweat fwudd!" she said excitedly.
>"goooooood" I said in as spooky a voice I could muster, then I covered her eyes and mouth and placed her back into her room.

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docs.google.com/document/d/1Sp-OyFuCsIZdJ0VGaKZpXFLUcmPp6rTIp-LIe5rh52E/edit?pref=2&pli=1#
post here

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can you just politely fuck off

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missed a page, bro

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yeah i wondered where all that shit and blood came from
for some reason it wasn't tagged under creamsicle on the booru so i just missed it.
thanks though

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>the next day, I removed all the boxes and placed the fluffies back into the tub as before.
>'master' had grown to immense proportions, he was almost 2/3 the size of his own mother. shitrat was tiny in comparison.
>she eagerly went to Green and Blue to spread the good word
>"b-buh gween nu wan kiww dummeh babbeh..." stated Green, with Blue expressing a similar sentiment.
>this was NOT the answer shitrat wanted to hear, and a tantrum started
>jemimah immediately rushed over to console her, but in her haste she tripped overherself and landed on her favorite child.
>"SCRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE" shitrat exploded into a violent cry of pain, and each fluffy shit themselves from fear
>looking at the damage, shitrat's rear legs were crushed, and this was only being made worse by her mother's attempts to fix them with huggies. I could see bone sticking out.

>This would not do, the bathtub gods of chaos had to be pleased.
>I quickly picked shitrat out of the tub and into the bathroom sink. Grabbing scissors and a lighter, I performed a very rough amputation of her fucked up rear legs, cauterizing them as well.
>her screams only became louder, frightening her fellow fluffies further
>say that ten times fast
>the next day's night
>I abducted shitrat again, placing her in the kitchen sink. In the spooky voice, I repeated my message. "Shitrat, you must kill master and bring about the great flood."
>"b-but shitrat nu have weggies nu mowe... huu huu huu"
>I covered her mouth again. "You will get you leggies back when the great flood occurs! You will get sketties and love!"
>I flicked her nose and threw her back into her box, jostling the others and waking them up. I left the bathroom and listened through the wall.
>I heard her screaming about the righteous murder that should be committed, screaming over her mother's attempts to console her
>i grinned devilishly and went to sleep

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Every single time the comic is posted, it's just a bunch of"I'd bang that goth chick" comments

she's not even hot though

Do not feed the troll

Well because goth chicks are crazy. They say do not stick dick in crazy, but there is a song by Buckcherry called "Crazy bitch" which would give you an idea why so many people (me included) would fuck goth chick. Also some like the aesthetics of goth subculture. And by fuck i mean fuck and never call again, not engage in relationship.

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>I released them all into the tub, now Green and Blue had warmed up to shitrat's plan, albeit because they've begun to resent her loudness
>master's fat, dumb form still lay in the corner of the tub. I was disappointed he didn't take advantage of his superior conditions, but perhaps the "worst foals" can't develop smarty traits.
>his three siblings surrounded him, finally decided on their murderous desires
>"shitrat and gween and bwue hatchu, mastew." stated shitrat feebly, as she had to drag herself across the tub to get there. "we gon kiww you and make the gweat fwudd happen and get weggies back!"
>master looked at them with a blank expression of his fat, brown face "buh.... buh mas..... mastew..." he wheezed
>this was taking too long, and how the fuck were these fluffies going to kill him now. He was a goddamn mountain to them. I decided the bathtub gods of chaos would take things into their own hands.
>jemimah was napping right under the faucet.
>I plugged the drain hole, waking her up.
>"daddeh, wha was dat noise?" she asked yawning
>"Your reckoning." I stated, in the deep voice.
>shitrat turned around in horror. Did she realize that I was the mysterious figure or was it just coincidence?
>regardless, the look on her face as water began to pour violently down from the faucet was priceless

cont?

Yes, please.

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