Fluffy toasted bread

Fluffy toasted bread.

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>ywn sabe cawwot

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I did it!

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Made me chuckle.

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Fluffies: fantastic companionship (and food) for the homeless.

Is the other Jerry user around?

Is there an oh exploitable of this?

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Fluffies are such cowards.

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Hey i have that one too,complete. It was a bit too brutal for me but meh.

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Probably.

Kek

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Right here, yo

Nice.

>I smile a genuine smile this time
>"You won't be disappointed at all, sir."
>I give him a nod, and walk back to the car
>once I get back home, I go into the saferoom to tell the others that the fluffies are happy in their new home

Recap for those following since last session: Lime and Adam, adoptive brothers, managed to escape the saferoom the night before Lime was to be sold. Our hero(?), who we now know is named Tyler, enlists Fudge's help to track them down. This leads to a construction site where Tyler found one of Lime's missing legs. There was an unhelpful feral that Fudge later killed. Going home defeated, Tyler brought the rest of the fluffies to sell to the shady fluffy mill.

>They all seem satisfied with this answer
>They all seem to go on as if nothing happened
>Jerry has Mary pushed up to the TV with him
>Must have fucked today

>man, they got over that pretty fast
>"So you guys are okay? Not concerned at all?
>I'm just a little surprised considering how much they were bawling only a few hours ago

God dammit user!

>The fluffies look up at you
>"Fwends happeh"
>"Daddeh, wan see babbeh dance? Dance, babbeh!"
>One of the younger foals gets on its hind legs, prancing around
>Yup, they've moved on
>All but Junior
>She walks past the dancing foal to you
>Nudges your leg affectionately
>"Oddah daddeh see babbehs weave? Dey safe? Dey gets lots of huggies and wuv?"

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>"Yep, they're very safe. Some of them even have special friends now! Don't worry about them too much Junior."
>technically it's true
>the dancing foal does catch my interest though
>how many fluffies do I still have?

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Hallo.
how long have you guys been roleplaying now

Like, five days I think.

>Through terrible math and bad physics, there are currently:
>Jerry and Junior
>Mary and Bud
>Four gay colts
>Two mares
>Two foals, one of which is dancing
>Fudge
>13 fluffies total

How could a litter pal get knocked up?

nice! do you plan on dumping the whole story at some point?

Jerry user 2 here. I've got the screenshots. I was likely going to wait until we were finished to stitch it all together and place it on the booru

>everything seems to be in place except for one thing
>where did those two mares come from?
>are they ferals that got in somehow, or did I just forget that they were there?
>I walk up to them and get at eye level
>"Who are you?"

>>Four gay colts
Ich hoffe, dass ihr mal die ganze Geschichte hier hochladet.
Toll! Und doch so knapp.
Und weil's mich interessiert:

>They look up, confused
>"Daddeh, dis Wose. Am Tiwwy!"
>Tilly is a white unicorn
>Rose is a pink earthy
>Due to the time-space continuity, laziness of a secondary writer, or Barry Allen fucking timelines like a free hooker, these are the current fluffies left beside the core
>You apparently planned to take all stallions but Adam to the fluffy mill

>oh, right
>I guess my brain just went blank for a second
>or space-time is breaking down across the universe
>where'd they get their names though?
>screw it, they probably got it from FluffTV or something
>"Uh, I knew who you were. I was just testing you guys, to make sure you knew who you were."
>sure, let's go with that

>With that established, they start giggling
>"Siwwy daddeh! Fowgettin namesies!"

>"No way! I did not! I was just playing tricks on you."
>well I'm glad I sorted that problem out
>while I'm here I take a look to see how far along Mary is in her pregnancy

>She doesn't seem that pregnant yet
>Junior, however, is beginning to show from that awkward accidental fuck a week or so back

>come to think of it there's been a lot of incest since I took Jerry in
>it does give me an idea for a new plan of mine
>I check to see if Bud's sleeping

>He is, until you approach him
>Stares at you blankly
>He whispers
>"Munstah....Bud kno wha happen to wed an gween fwuffy."

possibly happened prior to the boxing

>I put my newly conceived plan of torment in the back of my mind for now
>"I'm not a monster! I'm a human being! Do I look like I have tentacles for arms? No!"
>wait, what did he say?
>"Hold on a sec. What happened to Adam and Lime? Did they tell you where they were going? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

If it were a homemade one, I could see that.

i bet he ate them, or gave them bad enfies.

>"Hooman nu ask Bud"
>Bud smirks, ever the defiant little shit
>"Bud teww hooman, if hooman wet Bud an Mawwy go"

Warum sprichst du Deutsch mit Amerikaner? Ich verstehe es nicht Deutscher-user.

Huu huu, pwease hewp wittow babbeh..

Meanie munstah hoomin wit Gewehw 98 wifwe gib smawty fwiend an hewd fowebah sweepies an babbeh su scawed an hab tummeh huwties. Huu huu.

>Picks up foal
Huh, you sure know a lot about guns.

It wat hoomin caww it wen hewd wen fowebah sweepies...Nyu daddeh?

>picks up foal, takes it home and cares for it.
mine.

>wow, he thinks he has some sort of upper hand here
>"Bud, while I want to know what happened to Adam and Lime, it is not worth me letting you go. You tell me now or else."

Buh ottah hoomin findie babbeh..

I'll brb, it's dinnertime.

Yeah, sure kid
>Walks home
I'll teach you all about guns, little dude.

>The foal looks at the new daddeh with a smile on his face

>"O ewse wha? Bud wan die."
>Bud stares at you, smirking his toothless smirk once more
>"Wha if Bud an Mawwy git skettis fow....evah?"
>Bud fancies himself a shrewd negotiator

other human will likely torture you and kill you just like the guys wh killed your herd, heck he is probably one of those guys.

>Walks home
>The fluffy's life is spent learning guns from his new owner, a libertarian freedom fighter
>Fluffy gets named "Mauser"
>Learns all sorts of stuff about guns
>Frequents the gun range
>Owner dies in a raid on a military supply depot

welp too late, you're dead.

Buh he seem wike nice daddeh.

Babbeh am Mausew...Buh daddeh wen fowebah sweepies tuu!..Huu huu, nu faiw!

But nice daddeh caww babbeh Mausew buh he wen fowebah sweepies..Huu huu.

seems like you were right, he was nice, but now... you will starve since you cannot open doors.

>Owner's buddy, a redneck named Bubba, takes in Mauser
"Alright like guy, don't shit on nothin, and you'll do just fine here
>Bubba lives in backwoods cabin
>Feeds Mauser Mountain Dew and beef jerky

Mausew hab nyu daddeh who gib Mausew Mountahn Doo an Beef Jewkeh.

Holy fuck there's too much rp. Post fluffies!

>time to set the plan in motion
>I gather up the gay colts around Bud
>"Hey little guys, your daddy wants you to have special huggies with him! Why don't you help him out?"
>I help one of them mount Bud and tell the rest that they'll each get a turn

Tank 'ou nyu daddeh.

Mausew pwomise tu make gud poopies fo' daddeh.

>Mauser eats and drinks the Mountain Dew And Beef Jerky his new father gave to him.

>Bud looks up at you in pure hatred
>The colt pushes right into Bud's asshole
>Eyes of hatred turn to panic
>"SCREEE! Hayt yu!"
>He tries to wiggle away
>All the fluffies in the room are watching now

Jerry user 3 here

... that beef jerky is actually fluffy jerky... he hunts fluffies, you are now a cannibal, and the mountain dew is for flavoring you.

>i know the guy

"I hope this is what you lil fuckers eat. I fed muh dog Blue this and he lived to be fifteen!"
>Pats Mauser on head
>Takes care of Mauser, letting him help clean guns and taking him to the range like his previous owner did

Whu?.....Mausew num ottah fwuffies?....NUUHUUHUU!!

>I keep Bud firmly in place where he is
>"Now now Bud. That's not a nice thing to say."
>I lean in close to him and say
>"This will end if you tell me what happened to Adam and Lime right now. Or else I'll give Mary the same punishment, just like before."

Hey now, ya faggot, don't go lyin to a fluffy. That ain't right. Now, kindly walk yet bitch ass fangers off they keyboard an go back to fuckin yer boyfriend.

Naw, Lil guy, he's lyin. See the cow on the package here? That's what yer eatin!

Mausew kno' how cwean gunsies...An Mausew usesie Ge....Gewehw 98...Huu huu.

>The foal begins crying after saying it, still very traumatized by the memory of his herd being gunned down by the man with a Gewehr 98.

better run away before he eats you.

Oh...Dat gud, Mausew nu wan num fwuffies.

>He looked at the package, feeling reassured knowing what he truly was eating.

Daddeh nu wan num Mausew!

>He growls at you as loud as he can
>Whimpers in pain
>"Munstah homman wan kno? It was dat dummeh fwuffy at da teebee!"
>All of the fluffies look at Jerry
>Jerry turns around in confusion
>Bud screams, biting back at the colt
>"Stop, munstah! Bud haf weggies Bud gib yu foweveh sweepies!"