Fluffy thread cont.

More abuse, more fluffs dying, more hardcore.

Come on Anon, bring it

>>718489725
Oh that is just sickening.
I love it

>>718489336
Lolol

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>fluffies arent and never will be real
>never will be able to abuse one
why live

>>718493578
Fuck that. Imma go into bioengineering. Make fluffies real.

>>718493578 keep the dream alive

>>718493751
even if you did some how make them, im sure theyd get animal rights... then its just another more annoying pet

>>718493897
Yeah but imagine if the world was over populated by them and people look at them as flys instead of miniature ponies. I'd like to imagine they look exactly like these comics. All disgustingly cute and talk baby talk. Fuck I want to kill one and hear it screeeeeeeee

>>718494112
i know the feeling. theres one thing i want to do that no comic ive seen has shown but itd be so much fun.

>>718494280
describe. IN DETAIL

>>718494862
its not even that detailed of a thing i just think itd be good fun. so basically you get a foal and while its still young you just gently break all of tis legs, but you let them heal.... wrong. So then once they heal all the jouints and shit are a mess and everytime they want to move itd be super painful but since they ahve no visible injuries or anything then theyd keep trying to move since they dont know that anythings wrong. And cause you helped it 'heal' then they wouldnt even hate you for it so its like secret torture. you could do it with any bone really but i think the leg one would probably work the best. or maybe there jaw?

I want to see a mom giving birth and then the owner flipping his shit and shoving every little foal back into the moms vag then hanging the mom upside down and beating the shit out of her with a bat

>>718495366
>pinata at a kids birthday

I like the greentext fluffy stories, either from an abuser or even a fluffies perspective. I just like the concept of the universe.

>>718495540
Hell yeah

>>718495276
Thats a pretty good one, I like it, but jaw probably wouldnt work well, they would have problems eating so youd have to feed them and they wouldnt be able to talk...then again, not talking might not be that bad

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Fuck you and your stupid offspring

>>718495749
kommandant was the best fluffy content ive ever read

>>718496127
Never read it

>>718494112
Exactly. I'd make them be able to reproduce super fast. Make millions of the little shits. They'd be like kangaroos or rabbits, you'd be legally allowed to kill them because they're a nuisance and they're too many of them.

Plus, I'm pretty sure they'd be classified an invasive species.

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>nobody posting Spoosh...

fags

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>>718496127

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>>718496479

>>718496533
Sad but satisfying

>>718496409
Also don't forget they can talk. But they would be ruled out as mentally ruined because they can't comprehend our reality. Only flowers and butterflies. And "wowstest ouchies" as their entrails are being fed to them from their own stomachs. Fucking retarded creatures don't even understand that their "wowstest ouchies" means imminent death.

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Anyone got sadbox?

>>718496480
>>718496127
Link?
Sorry to be a pain but I'm on my phone and it doesn't like the booro

>>718497138
Eh, birds can talk. Give them the ability to mimic human speech. Close enough.

Is anyone posting more images ?

Or just talking ?

Lurker here

>>718497138
they dont understand fucking anything. even basic creatures, even microscopic organisms realise that if something is bigger then you then you should stay away. Fluffies dont, they lack basic survival instict of any sort and only have minor self preservation depending on the event. Theyll run from danger but theyve been known to stay behind in danger becuase they are too sad because of a dead baby or some dumb shit. They will walk straight up to us, the known apex predator and try to take from us with there only weapons being there own shit and the weakest bite that can still be felt. The bite isnt a problem at all and the shit is only a problem because its dirty, being shat on doesnt prove they are better in any way. The fact that they even ahve the ability to stand and walk blows my fucking mind with how weak there bone structure is. And there ability to "talk" is lackluster at best. sure they can understand basic concepts but no specie with any intention on surving a month would be as cruel to eachother as they are. they are known to rape, kill, ignore their childeren, eat eachother and fuck to death. And sure you might say that we do the same, but we are the apex with over 7 billion and these are shit machines with little over 7 braincells

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>>718497901
I'll post a few

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>>718498078

>Driving home from fluffy store
>Big box in back seat
>Chirps of "Wuv nyu daddeh!" and "Fwuffy su happy!" coming from box
>Get home
>Take box inside
>Kneel down
>Tip box over
>Shit-tier feeders fall out
>Tons of them
>The whole stock
>A few make owchie sounds, but most take it okay
>Fluffies start to look around
>In a bare room, just them, me, box they came in and two more boxes, with a ramp leading up to each
>Stand back up
>"Welcome home! First we need to get you sorted."
>"If you have hurties, bad poopies or are smarty, then get in the box on the left."
>"The rest of you, get in the box on the right."
>Fluffies start to sort themselves out, few siblings hugging each other before going to opposite boxes
>Help a few fluffies with broken legs into box on left
>Once all fluffies sorted, pick up leftside box and walk out of room
>"Okay, fluffies, we're going to get you all pretty for your new home, okay?"
>Chorus of happy replies
>Get to destination
>"Here we go!"
>Pour fluffies into pot on stovetop
>Inch of water in the bottom
>Fluffies start complaining about wawa
>"Don't worry..."
>Put on respirator
>"Everything will be fine."
>Add hydrogen cyanide pellets

>>718498269

>Pellets react with water
>Immedeatly turn to toxic gas
>Fluffies complain about not smelling pretty
>Cover pot in plastic wrap
>Symptoms quickly begin to show
>Fluffies having hard time breathing
>Begin to panic
>Try to climb out of pot
>Crying and screaming
>Vomiting on other fluffies
>Gas killing lung tissue
>No oxygen to brain
>Fluffies tripping over themselves and each other
>Loss of motor control
>Slowed heart rate
>Loss of consiousness
>Death
>Take pot out back
>Remove plastic wrap
>Light match
>Hydrogen Cyanide also flammable

>>718498317

>Return to other fluffies
>Grab one at random
>Take knife
>Carve 1 in left side
>"Screeee! Biggest ouchies!"
>Other fluffies start crying
>Put 1 in original box
>Grab another
>Carve 2 in left side
>Fluffies panicking now
>Put 2 in original box
>Grab another
>83 fluffies in total

>Make final preperations for fluffies' new home
>Fluffies mostly stopped crying by the time I'm done
>Take box to new home
>Dump out fluffies

>>718498355
>Another bare room, with two enclosures
>One mostly empty with litterbox in corner
>Other has a heavy metal cube for each fluffy and two lines of tape
>Cameras all over room, linked to my phone and comp
>"Welcome home, shitrats!"
>"Before we get you settled in, we need to teach you how things work here."
>"Firstly, if you hear the words 'roll call', you will form up in lines of five fluffies each, like so."
>Grab closest five fluffies
>Line them up side-by-side
>"Now the next five get behind them."
>Seven fluffies run forward
>Slap the slowest two "FIVE!"
>They saunter back to rest of group
>Five fluffies line up
>"Good. Now can the rest of you manage this, or do I need to break out the sorry stick?"
>Fluffies manage to get in formation
>Three at back worried about not having five in a line
>Let them worry

>"Alright, shitrats, time to learn the rules."
>"Rule one, you will only speak to me when spoken to. Understood?"
>Chorus of "Yus, daddeh."
>"Rule two, I am not 'daddy', I am 'kommandant'. Understood?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."

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>>718498389
>"Rule three, when you are told 'roll call', you will remain in roll call formation until told otherwise. Understand?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Rule four, you have all recieved numbers. You will learn your number and respond when called by it. Understood?
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Rule five, you will do everything you are told, or you will get biggest owchies. Understood?
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Good. Here we have a motto: 'work makes you free'. Do your jobs and your lives will be easier."
>"Behind you is your sleeping area. You will remain there when you are not formed up for roll call or working.
>"To your right is the work room. File into it and I will explain your jobs."
>Fluffies file into room with tape and cubes
>"When you are working, each of you will pick a cube. When you hear a beep, you will push your cube from one tape to the other.
>"In fact, let's try this now. Everyone pick a cube."
>Fluffies each go to a cube
>"Work starts... now."
>*beep*

>Cubes are just a bit heavy for them
>Not tiring on the first try, but will hurt after long enough
>Takes fluffies about 45 seconds to move cube from line to line
>Beeps timed for every minute
>Screw around on phone for a couple hours
>Noon

>>718498418
>Turn off timer
>"Roll call!"
>Fluffies pile out of enclosure into formation
>Tired, but not grumbling yet
>Go get lunch ready
>Come back with bag
>"Lunch time, shitrats!"
>"Yay, sketties!"
>"Nummies!"
>Place single kibble in front of each fluffy
>"Nummies too smaw..."
>Slap the fucker
>"Rule number one!"
>Finish distributing kibble
>"Eat up, shitrats!"
>Dejectedly eat their lunch
>"Back to work, shitrats!"

>Afternoon shift till 7
>Mostly out of room, but still watching cameras
>Fluffies starting to grumble about "wan pway"
>Some leave to use litterbox
>Get their number
>Dinnertime
>Roll call

>>718489725
He didn't even flour it before giving it an egg wash
And the egg wash isn't even much of an egg wash, just cracking an egg over the fucker
this guy is just shit

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>>718498464
>Prepare dinner
>Bring food in one hand, riding crop in other
>"Numbers 17, 38, 53, step forward."
>Fluffies come up
>"Why did you leave your places of work?"
>"Fwuffy neewed make poopies, caw-mun-dawnt."
>Slap with riding crop
>"OWCHIES!"
>Slap other two
>"You will not leave your stations unless told to!"
>"Because of your negligence, your blocks missed a total of eleven trips!"
>"THIS!"
>SLAP
>"IS NOT!"
>SLAP
>"ACCEPTABLE!"
>SLAP
>"Now get back in roll call!"
>Fluffies skitter back to place
>Give four soggy kibbles to each fluffy
>"Eat up, shitrats!"
>Grumbling about yucky nummies
>"Lights out is at ten. You will remain in the sleeping area until roll call tomorrow morning."
>Lock them into sleeping area
>Somehow they scrounge enough energy to play with each other
>Not that they have room to run, with all of them packed in there
>Lights automatically cut off at ten sharp
>Night-vision cameras kick on
>Fluffies crying about the dark and wanting mama
>Goes on for a few hours
>Eventually manage to settle down around midnight
>Little do they know roll call is at four

Litterpals are probably the most autistic thing about fluffies but I love them. Anybody got some good litterpals images or stories?

>>718496317
fuck

>>718498508

>"WAKE UP SHITRATS! ROLL CALL!"
>Automated alarm gives fluffies rudest awakening ever
>Sleeping area automatically unlocks
>Fluffies file into formation
>My alarm goes off at 6:30
>Check cameras
>Some fluffies falling asleep in formation
>Bring riding crop
>Come in at 7
>Wake sleepyheads up
>"Breakfast time!"
>Give each fluffy a bottlecap
>Fill cap with water
>Tell them that if bottlecaps not clean every morning, get sorry stick and no breakfast
>"Time to work, shitrats!"

>Long shift for fluffies
>Some crying
>Others toughing it out
>Fluffies failing to push block in time get sorry stick
>Shitting themselves rather than go to litterbox
>Dragging cubes through their own shit
>Get same single kibble for lunch

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>>718498502

>>718498565
>A few don't even want to eat theirs, already given up
>One collapses during afternoon shift
>Other fluffy tries to help, gets sorry stick
>Collapsed fluffy gets sorry stick until gets up
>Collapses again few minutes later
>Keep sorry sticking
>Know he won't get up, putting on a scary show
>Take corpse when preparing dinner
>Throw in oven
>82 fluffies left

>After dinner, fluffies try to make the best of evening
>Some crying for mothers, others try to console
>Get their numbers, they will be leaders
>Hurt them first, the ones that love them will be cowed too
>Still throwing pity party after lights out
>About midnight one fluffy steps on another
>Trying to get to litterbox, but floor covered with other fluffies
>Fight breaks out over floorspace
>Soon, sounds of fluffies shitting out of need, fear and anger
>Smile
>Go to bed

>>718498610

>Fluffies up at 4 again
>Scan camera footage while getting ready
>Two fluffies still in sleeping area
>Sleeping area covered in shit
>Fluffies covered in shit
>Preheat oven
>Bring riding crop to breakfast
>"Why are there two shitrats still in the sleeping area?"
>"Dey... Dey hab foreva sweepies, caw-mun-dawnt."
>Slap with crop
>"That is not an excuse!"
>"Last night there were 82 of you shit-for-brains, and you're not getting breakfast until they are all here!"
>Fluffies staring, scared to leave formation
>"GET THEM IN HERE!"
>Some fluffies head into sleeping area
>Drag corpses to formation
>Most of the bottlecaps are covered in shit from last night
>Give them the sorry stick
>Water the clean ones
>"Good news, shitrats!"
>"Today is Sunday, so you will not be working today."
>Cheers
>Start striking fluffies until they shut up
>"Instead, you will be cleaning the camp."
>"As you may have noticed, you little shitrats leave quite the mess after yourselves."
>"Today you will have the work area cleaned before lunch or you will not recieve 'nummies'. Understood?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt..."
>"How cwean wowk awea?"
>SLAP
>"BY ANY MEANS NESSEARY! Go!"
>Leave them to eat their own shit
>Toss corpses in oven
>80 fluffies left

>>718498657
Come back at lunchtime
>Fluffies looking downright sick
>One pukes in formation
>Start beating shit out of it
>"No! You are CLEANING the camp today, not shitting it up!"
>Make him eat it
>Feed kibble
>"For the afternoon, you will clean the sleeping area in the same manner. Go!"
>Watch cameras during afternoon shift
>Some fluffies decide to play instead of clean
>Bring crop and barbed sorry stick to dinner
>"Numbers 27, 38, 44, 62, step forward!"
>"You have neglected your duties and left your friends with an unfair share of the burden!"
>Crop three of them
>"Number 38, you are a repeat offender and thus I must take more extreme measures."
>Beat twice with barbed sorry stick
>38 screaming in agony
>"Disobey me again and you will end up in the cooler!"
>Feed fluffies soggy kibbles
>Sounds of fluffies puking all night

>No rest for weary fluffies
>Two try to ignore roll call
>Get barbed sorry stick
>Most slept on their bottlecaps to keep them clean
>Those that didn't quickly regret it
>Beat another fluffy to death during morning shift

>>718498691
Toss in oven while preparing lunch
>79 fluffies left
>Distribute kibble at lunch roll call
>"Nu."
>Slow, threatening turn
>Very soft "Excuse me?"
>"Nu wan poopeh nummies, nu wan wowk, wan sketties and pway an AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH WORSTEST HURTIES!"
>"FWUFFY SOWWY! FWUFFY SOWWY CAW-MUN-DAWNT! PWEASE STOP HURTIES!" *cheep cheep*
>Cave fluffy's skull in with barbed sorry stick
>"Anyone else want to comment?"
>No comment
>"Back to work, shitrats!"
>Toss in oven with other body
>78 fluffies left

>Fluffies getting weak
>None of them can push block in time
>Oh, well, more riding crop for them
>Still need to taste their failure though
>Add more water to kibles
>Mostly mush by dinnertime
>Pre-bed conversation centers around "Wan die."
>Oh, they will

>>718498738
>Three more dead at roll call
>Bottlecaps are getting dirty again
>Fluffies chosing to shit themselves in bed rather than start another fight
>Riding crop sets them straight
>Some too weak to drink their water
>Pick them out of formation
>"You six have been working very hard, and like I said, 'work makes you free'."
>"As such, you six get to be good fluffies and have sketties and huggies and love!"
>"Yay!"
>"Wuv yeu, caw-mun-dawnt!"
>"The rest of you: get to work, shitrats!"
>Leave with weak ones and bodies
>Set weak fluffies down away from oven
>Dispose of bodies
>75 fluffies left
>Take the others outside
>May be the first time some of them have seen the sun
>Put in pot
>Add water
>Add hydrogen cyanide
>Add match
>69 fluffies left

>Two more die during morning shift
>Burn them over lunch
>67 fluffies left

>>718498738
>Lunch getting interesting
>Stronger fluffies stealing kibble from weaker ones
>Three more give out in afternoon
>Cook them before dinner
>64 fluffies left
>Some fluffies not standing in formation
>Give them a smack, but let it slide
>Kibble so close to slush now even weakest ones can eat it
>No more crying at bedtime
>Just cold, oppressive silence

>Five dead in the morning
>Getting lunch stolen must have been the final straw
>In the oven they go
>59 fluffies left
>Over breakfast shift see one just leaning on block
>Not even trying to move it
>38
>Again
>Hit him with barbed sorry stick so hard he goes sprawling
>"I warned you!"
>"I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me again!"
>"The cooler for you!"
>Grab him
>Rewarded with a chirp and "Bad upsies!"
>Storm into kitchen
>Open freezer
>Toss the fucker in
>Slam shut

>Come back with madman's grin
>One cowers

>>718498842
>Cave his head in with one blow
>Oven
>58 fluffies left
>About half the fluffies miss out on their lunch
>Two more die of exhaustion during afternoon
>Bring their bodies out before dinner
>Pull 38 out of freezer
>Frozen solid
>Crack him in half to be sure
>Burn them
>55 fluffies left
>One can't swallow dinner and chokes on her mush
>Dispose of body before bed
>54 fluffies left

>Two dead and one pretending to be dead next morning
>Put the live one in with them anyway
>51 fluffies left
>Reward four more for hard work
>Don't even wait for gas this time
>47 fluffies left
>Watching morning shift on camera when one makes a break for it
>Skinny frame manages to squeeze under door
>Catch him in hallway
>Keep him until lunch roll call
>"As you are aware, this shitrat tried to escape instead of fufilling his duty."
>"This behavior is unacceptable and will be punished in the harshest manner!"
>Light match
>Burn him

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>>718498898
>Runs into front rank
>Sets them on fire
>Beat them down before the can ignite the rest
>incinerate bodies and serve kibble
>41 fluffies left
>Some fluffies getting away with three or even four kibbles
>Send two more fakers to the cooler in the afternoon
>Another one chokes on his mush
>The oven is roaring today
>38 fluffies left
>They start talking again at night
>Talking about an uprising

>Been a full week since I came home with a pile of shitrat feeders
>Never felt soo good in my life
>Fluffies were thin before, but now look like skin on skeletons
>Sunken eyes, atrophied muscles, no smiles
>No wonder they want me gone
>Glad I made list of the leaders
>Call them out at morning formation
>Hogtie and blindfold them
>Kangaroo kort on charges of conspiracy to escape
>Shoot them in head with pellet gun
>Feed them to oven and serve breakfast
>32 fluffies left
>Getting to edge of their strength
>Four die at work
>Don't even bother to burn them
>28 fluffies left
>One fluffy gets desperate to keep his kibble at lunch
>Killed by the stronger one
>Stronger one gets cooler for murder
>26 fluffies left
>Start beating fluffies for no reason
>Kill three
>23 fluffies left
>Whispers of mutiny gone that night

>be you, you aspiring college student! You have a goal: earn your Masters and get that job at the City Hospital. The one you had to go to when you got that horrible leg infection.
>You've worked hard, making it to class on time ever since you lost most of your leg.
>A shiver runs up your spine, the phantom pain of the wound when it got infected still firmly rooted in your mind.
>It hurts just remembering that you couldn't play sports nearly as well as the other kids growing up after that.
>You wanted to compete. You wanted to play soccer with the guys and go to championships with them, but they didn't have their right foot amputated.
>A medical profession would probably still make them envious. You would help save lives!
>So, you get ready to study more when you hear it. That bird-like sound that is oddly...meaty. Too human to be a real bird's chirp and it clicks. Fluffies.
>The leg smarts, those memories rising up, your head turns slowly and you hear a *thud* near the window, and a small shake of the floor.
>You turn your head fully and THERE, in your room in the college dormitory, is a yellow fluffy wihlth. a. HORN.
>It's shortly followed by several more, they've used your flowerpot as a stepladder to get in. >You knew that living on the ground floor meant you'd likely be bothered at night seeing the other students with flashlights going around campus at night, but FLUFFIES!?
>The leg itches where there's no foot anymore, the sensation still there from when the last one got close, a smarty, piss yellow and it managed to dig its horn into your ankle and snapped it off.
>It squeeled and screamed and thrashed around, calling for its herd to come help. You were just a kid then, not even Ten yet, but there were more horned fluffies that kicked at you, rammed you with their horns. None of those horns stabbed into you, but you remember.
>You also remember that fluffies are led by Smarties. A PISS YELLOW one in this case. With. A. Horn.
1/???

>>718498947
>No alarm next morning
>No roll call
>Fluffies sleep till noon
>Seven don't wake up
>16 fluffies left
>Wonder what's going on
>Why are they not working?
>Where are nummies?
>Oh, well, go back to sleep
>So sleepy
>Next morning door opens
>Strange new human walks in
>Sees fluffies in horrible state
>Three more didn't make it the night
>13 fluffies left
>Nice new mister makes sketti
>So much sketti
>More than they've ever seen
>Want to eat it all
>Can eat it all!
>Eat more than their atrophies little tummies can handle
>Innards rupture
>They die in slow, merciless agony
>No fluffies left
>High-five best friend

>>718498921
Is that Dolans hat in the upper left corner?

>>718499059
Yes

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>>718499031
sorry for the awful dump but thats the story, at least it bumped

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>>718499248
Thanks pal!

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>>718499473
dont worry about it. gotta spread the love, this got me back into fluffies

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>>718499248
It was pretty great, could have more detail. I.e: >as I ripped the skin slowly from luckies back side, his legs kicked and the screeches would be heard from the gates of heaven. I took pleasure from his pain he endured, tired and exhausted, he tried to lick his back but with no luck.(pun intended)
>just when he thought it was over, I poured a table spoon of salt on his wound, the screeches were less agonizing compared to the tearing of his skin
etcetera