Fluffy Abuse Thread pt 1.
>>Make it least.
Fluffy Abuse Thread pt 1
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who makes this shit? jfc
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Anyone can make fluffy art! Here's how!
even with all the weird shit on this board, ill never understand this doll animal torture stuff
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Yo, flufftards. I'm currently writing a story about 8 pampered fluffies going through complete hell. What are some especially fucked up, snuff-film tier things I can do to them?
Write it yourself fuckwad.
Psychological or physical?
Skinned alive and then add salt and lime juice, the tequila treatment
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That's pretty funny
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Do they actually have control over their tails
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Psych.
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what the fuck is wrong with all of you? seek mental help.
or just fucking kill yourselves.
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wtf is wrong with you kids
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A good way would be generating expectations for something, say, haivng spaghetti, then eating it in front of them while you mock them. Things like that would be neat to see.
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I named my pet fluffy "Saskatoon" because I'm Canadian and because everyone names their shit rat Blueberry. I just wanted to be different.
Anyway, Saksatoon came into my life not through a pet store or from the local animal shelter. Instead, I found her huddled in the hollow of a tree at the park. She was dirty, shivering and starving.
I couldn't just leave her.
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You monster!
Also nice dubs
Then again, it's not like I didn't make her earn my grace either. "Hello there." I called in a nice, friendly voice. "Would you like to come home with me? I have a very nice, warm house with lots of food and a nice soft bed for you."
The mare's face lit up. She nodded and gushed enthusiastically at the idea of her troubles finally being over.
"Okay then," I told her as I turned to leave. "Follow me."
Predictably, the mare just stood there. She rolled back onto her haunches and held out her forelegs. "Upsies?" She begged.
"No," I replied in a colder tone. "If you want a good owner and a nice house, you have to walk."
Eh, I think that's overdone. I had an idea for a moment where one of the fluffies demands not spaghetti, but foie gras. The abuser obliges and explains that foie is made from fatty liver. One of the fluffs is a little fat ass, so the abuser forces the foie-wanting fluff to overfeed his brother to death to get "bestest grawies."
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The fuck is this weird shit? "Trained"? "Maggot"? "Multiheaded maggot"? WTF?
WHATEVER MOM
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