Someone requested text in the last thread. I'll dump what I have.
Shit, sorry I got 4 and 5 the wrong way round.
I have a completely new comic, possibly done by later this evening.
No problem. Hope you're enjoying them.
Well, if this is going to be a greentext thread, then I'll repost my most famous work. For those of you who've already seen it, don't worry, this is the new George Lucas Revised Ending edition.
>Driving home from fluffy store
>Big box in back seat
>Chirps of "Wuv nyu daddeh!" and "Fwuffy su happy!" coming from box
>Take box inside
>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
>Put on respirator
>"Everything will be fine."
>Add hydrogen cyanide pellets
>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
>Take pot out back
>Remove plastic wrap
>Hydrogen Cyanide also flammable
yeah so far its good, i see why people like them, altho sometimes it lacks the satisfaction that the drawing gives
Sure, it will probably be done within 1 hour or so.
I think I've got the whole story.
>Return to other fluffies
>Grab one at random
>Carve 1 in left side
>"Screeee! Biggest ouchies!"
>Other fluffies start crying
>Put 1 in original box
>Carve 2 in left side
>Fluffies panicking now
>Put 2 in original box
>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
>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?"
>"Rule three, when you are told 'roll call', you will remain in roll call formation until told otherwise. Understand?"
>"Rule four, you have all recieved numbers. You will learn your number and respond when called by it. Understood?
>"Rule five, you will do everything you are told, or you will get biggest owchies. Understood?
>"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."
>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
>Turn off timer
>Fluffies pile out of enclosure into formation
>Tired, but not grumbling yet
>Go get lunch ready
>Come back with bag
>"Lunch time, shitrats!"
>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!"
This will be my last story. Got to get some sleep.
It's been fun. See you in the threads tomorrow anons.
>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
>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
>Slap other two
>"You will not leave your stations unless told to!"
>"Because of your negligence, your blocks missed a total of eleven trips!"
>"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
>"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
>Some fluffies falling asleep in formation
>Bring riding crop
>Come in at 7
>Wake sleepyheads up
>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
>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
>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
>Go to bed
>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
>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."
>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?"
>"How cwean wowk awea?"
>"BY ANY MEANS NESSEARY! Go!"
>Leave them to eat their own shit
>Toss corpses in oven
>80 fluffies left
>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
>"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
>Toss in oven while preparing lunch
>79 fluffies left
>Distribute kibble at lunch roll call
>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?"
>"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
>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!"
>"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 hydrogen cyanide
>69 fluffies left
>Two more die during morning shift
>Burn them over lunch
>67 fluffies left
>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
>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!"
>Rewarded with a chirp and "Bad upsies!"
>Storm into kitchen
>Toss the fucker in
>Come back with madman's grin
>Cave his head in with one blow
>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
>Crack him in half to be sure
>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!"
>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
>23 fluffies left
>Whispers of mutiny gone that night
>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
>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
>Fluffies scared of new mister
>Don't want to go back to work
>New mister says they don't have to
>Says he's here to "liberate" them
>Fluffies don't know what he means
>Takes them out to living room
>Gets them water
>Fluffies so happy
>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
>They die in slow, merciless agony
>No fluffies left
>High-five best friend
And just for completion's sake, I'll repost my original author's note, too.
Hey, everyone, commandant here. I just want to take a moment to say that as much fun as this was to write (and hopefully for you to read), the events of this story are very closely based on real events, down to the starvation diets, murderous labor and lethal rescue. While it's a blast to do this to fluffies, hopefully we can all agree that--regardless of racial or sexual superiority--nobody deserves to have this done to them. And yes, that even includes you, furryspammers.
From my perspective, the foals could be used for both.
Now that I looked ta the picture again, that brown one has shit in it's mouth, so I assume that the foals are there for clean-up duty.
How about some hugbox to lighten the mood?
I think that's Mutagen and it's part of their Ringmaster series.
I don't think you're supposed to eat them. I'm pretty sure they're meant to be pets and companions.
Why are you so upset? Why don't you hug a fluffy and calm down?
Oh my God, oh my God. My twin brother's been shot. I think it was an Asian gang or something. I saw someone he looked Asian....he was speaking another language......I'm pretty sure it was.......Asian.
one of my favorite stories anon
The green/brown/lime are considered the most common colours and are therefor less valuable.
It's being hit with a "sorry stick" for not singing "Smoke on the Water" right, even though it has likely never heard of the song before, being a foal and all. The owner's just to trying to find an excuse to beat/punish the fluffy.
i thought they dislike all dark colors
If these fluffies were real, I would definitely adopt an amputee. After a few weeks of making it happy by giving the slug accommodations, I would euthanize it by feeding it deadly nightshade.
nature itself its against this little retards, there aint a chance a fluffy could live till 5 years tho
Sure, if it were in the wild, it wouldn't last very long. But the fluffy in this picture was a kid's beloved pet and was very well cared for. Thus it was able to reach the very extent of its lifespan and died of old age.
People like you should be in jail.
but they are so stupid, the would probably trip on the stairs or somehow manage to drown with their own drool
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