Fluffy abuse thread go!

fluffy abuse thread go!

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My first comic

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Neckbeards and their pick up lines

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See. Here is the comic that lets us kill all fluffies no matter what. Fucking dumb ass creatures.

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ohh fuck i needed this thread sooo bad.

me too, but i need moar

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Bump to help save the thread

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Buy one of these, torture it slowly

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Oh look it's this autistic thread again.

Story time~!

>Be a simple average Joe
>Working nightshift
>Hear about things called "fluffies" from co-worker
>Says that they are fun to fuck around with
>See a fluffy store selling them for 4.99 a foal
>Whythehellnot.png
>Walk into store and hear a fucking tidal wave of what sounds like little retarded children
>Walk up to desk
>"Hey is this where I can get a fluffy pony?"
>(Wait what, why the fuck did I ask something I already know the answer to?)
>"Uhh... Yeah."
>"Okay, can I see them so I can pick one out?"
>"Sure, follow me"
>Walk to a kennel filled out the ass with the little shits
>At the sight of me the things start saying shit such as "Nyu Daddeh?" or some shit (I was not paying attention as they all were talking at THE SAME FUCKING TIME)
>"I'll take... That uhh, red one with the wings"
>Buy the thing and some food,it cost around 12 buck plus tax (I bought a few pounds of the shit)
>Go back to my house
>Hear small whimpering and chirping
>"The fuck?"
>Open the box that I had the fluffy in
>HOLY FUCKING SHIT
>Shit literally everywhere in the box
>and in the middle of it was the red pegasus fluffy trying not to drown in it's own shit
>*Box used protect, But it failed!*
>The shit splatters everywhere, literally fucking GODDAMN EVERYWHERE
>I caught the foal just in the nick of time
>relief... For about a FUCKING SECOND
>I AM NOT LETTING THIS GODDAMN SHIT STAIN OFF THE FUCKING HOOK
>As gently as I can I lay it down on the table...
>FUCK
>I forgot that it was covered in shit...
> I go into the bathroom to strip down, shirt only though
>Go into bedroom to find my least favorite sock
>I'm pretty sure you can see where this is going
>I'm whipping it around like fucking nun-chucks
>I even slammed it onto the treadmill on the highest speed
>after I satiated my blood thirst I remembered how much I paid for the shitrat
>"Whatever, best way to spend Five bucks I'd say"
>Oh... Right... The fluffy food...
>Dammit

Shall I continue?

read this in the last thread, ending was unsatisfying, and it doesn't really count as fluffy abuse

thanks for the bump
the real autism is over there

continue anyway for those that havent seen

I said in the last one that I was gonna fix iiit...

this
write another

k just don't give it some hugbox ending

>"I'll deal with that later, my main priority is cleaning this fucking house"
>Went back to entrance
>StenchOfAThousandDecayingBabyCarcasses.jpg
>I guess in my rage I didn't much care for the stench
>I'm gonna need help if I'm gonna to clean this up
>Call up co-worker
>"Yo, whats up?"
>"I need help cleaning up shit"
>"What?"
>"I got one of those fluffies you talked about, the only thing you didn't mention was that they are literally full of shit"
>"What happened to the fluffy?"
>"I killed it"
>"O-oh"
>"So can you help me?"
>"S-sure man just let me get some shit to help you understand fluffies first so it doesn't happen again"
>Whatever...
>I really don't want to talk about how awful the cleaning process was
>Long story short, we could both bathe in an acid bath and still not feel clean
>He showed me what to do and what not to do with fluffies
>Even handed me enough money to buy two of 'em incase I kill one again
>I thank him and head back to the fluffy shop
>"Yeah, I was here yesterday and sorta, accidentally, brutally murdered the foal I bought yesterday"
>"So your back for a new one?"
>"Yep"
>"Okay, follow me"
>Pick out a shy looking pegasus from the "Special Foals" box
>"That'll be 35.68"
>"Whaaat?"
>"You picked out a Fluffyshy, pretty much a rare foal, so they cost more"
>"Fine"
>Proceed to buy a fluffy... Again
>"Try not to kill this one"
>"Yeah, as if I'm killing something that's as much as my current clothing"
>on the way back to the car I notice the fluffy's whimpering
>Why is it whimpering?
>*Sigh* (can't believe I'm going to ask an animal this) "Are you okay?"
>*Eep!* "Scawy Munsta!"
>I'll just deal with this when I get home...

Again, Cont?

srs no fedora dude, tho

Alright... No fedora fag...

>I arrive with the tiny fluffy foal in my arms
>It's still pretty damn scared
>How am I supposed to deal with this...
>oh right, fluffies pretty want spaghetti out the wazoo
>start boiling water as the foal gets a good feel of it's surroundings
>I forgot a goddamn litterbox
>Fuck
>I'll just get one as soon as the spaghetti's done
>Half an hour later I see the fluffy curled up in a ball, apparently sleeping
>pasta's done all I need are the sauce and meatballs
>I quickly slip out to get a litterbox
>Took me atleast 5 minutes at the most
> I come back to YET MORE SHIT
>GODDAMMIT
>"I really have no one to blame but myself and that fluffy"
>As luck would have it I bought a "sorry-stick" and found the fluffy
>I hit the things as gently as I could as to not kill it, repeatedly saying "Bad Fluffy!"
>Dammit...
>I introduce the fluffy to the litterbox saying that if it shits in there it wont get the sorry-stick
>It somehow understood (Hallelujah!)
>I go back to preparing the spaghetti
>As soon as I'm done the fluffy clearly notices there is spaghetti, but is still pretty fucking scared
>IHopeThisShitWorks.wav
>Lay down a bowl of the spaghetti just in front of the Fluffyshy
>That place must've not been feeding it well because she ate it in one sitting
>A tiny but audible belch came from it's tiny mouth
>I couldn't help but chuckle
>Obviously it was scared by it
>This fucking thing was always scared
>Time to try and pet the thing
>As I gently stroked the foal from it's head to it's tail, it slowly grew more comfortable with it
>finally...

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fucking glorious

youtube.com/user/DentRanch/videos
Imma buy one

ever seen Happy Tree Friends? Go watch it.

>Its been a few months since you got your Fluffyshy
>You're with her most of the time (Except when you go to work obviously)
>And then you hear the words that any fluffy owner immediately hades
>"Fwuffyshy wan babbehs!"
>Of fuck not this bullshit
>In the manual that you got from your buddy it said that once a fluffy wants to be a mother it wouldn't stop requesting to be one until it was
>The manual said that a rare case was a fluffy still wanting to be one WHILE its pregnant
>In that case the fluffy is a fucking retard
>But then again ALL fluffies are fucking stupid
>You reply with a stern uncomforting "No" and she just goes fucking ballistic
>Of course nothing a few rounds with the sorry stick couldn't fix

>Dummeh daddeh huwt Fwuffyshy, nu cawe wat daddeh say, wan babbehs!

Does anyone enjoy where this story is headed so far?

not the same effect, they have to cry for mommy

reminds me of Elmyra from Tiny Toons.

better, but dont forget to get specific with the descriptions.

Alright then,

>You head for work
>You make sure to lock up before you head out
>And just to be safe you duct tape the fluffy door shut
>Of course if a big animal decided to get in they could
>But after the recent rant of "Want babbehs!" from Fluffyshy you have to, else she disobeys and gets pregnant because of some feral shitpile anyway
>You get done and look at it
>Should keep 'em out

>Daddeh am gone fow wowk, dummeh daddeh, dat give fwuffyshy time fow fine speshawl fwiend
>You push at the fluffy door with all you strength, but no dice
>Why dummeh doow nu wowk?
>You see a gray thing at the bottom of the door flap
>"Gway fing nu wet fwuffy out of housie, gway fing wet gu ob doow ow get wowstest owwies!"

Gotta post this quick to bump the thread

Good.

It's fascinating that even when they're forced to eat their foal and are clearly distraught doing it, mummas will always start with the rear end for max suffering.