Got me there. Placing some abuse here!
/Trash/ used to be a safe haven. Now it's just porn. Kinda like /b/ actually.
What would fluffys taste like? I imagine a little bit like pork.
I was under the assumption that it was already established that they taste like trash garbage to humans because of all the disease and filth.
From urban areas I can imagine that but some fluffys are raised just for the purpose of being eaten.
As for ones in the bush wild it depends how much trash is around.
This one is gold
Jason and The Fluffies
>Camp Crystal Lake, 2017
>"Jason, my son... You have to kill them both for mother."
>The behemoth of an undead man child rose from his sleep, and trudged out of his shack, now deadset on ending his victims
>Meanwhile, two businessmen stepped out of they're vehicle, one holding a crate of fluffies
>The man with the crate turned to the other
>"You sure this place is really a good spot for a fluffy resort, Frank? I mean, that Tommy guy in the diner seemed really sincere with that stuff he told us about the Voorhees family."
>Frank turned to his business partner
>"Come on Mike, you didn't really believe all that bullshit did you? That Jarvis guy was clearly insane, and besides, Jason Voorhees is just a legend, just like that Mike Myers guy."
>"The guy from Saturday Night Live is a legend?"
>"Just shut up and get the fluffies settled Mike."
>Mike entered the main cabin and opened the large crate, waking up The Fluffies.
>"Come on out little guys" He spoke softly
>When they hesitated, Frank got involved
>"Come on out, you little shits, or you'll all get 30 strikes with the sorry stick!" He yelled
>A unanimous cry of "Nuuuuu! Nu wan' sowwy stick!" rang out, as all 10 of the fluffies scrambled they're way out of the crate.
>Frank glared at Mike, and muttered something unintelligible along the lines of "fucking hippie", and walked upstairs to his room.
>Mike leaned down and tried to comfort the fluffies, to no avail
>However, when he offered Spaghetti, the mood of the fluffies changed instantly
>"Wan sketties! Sketties fu bestest hewd! Aww gud fwuffies hewe!" Said Snowball, a domesticated smarty unicorn.
>"Alright, but you have to calm down, before I can make some, or else Frank will make sure there isn't any spaghetti for anyone."
>Jason watched through the window from afar
>He would wait till night to strike
Thats why you keep it in a nutrigel tank
Where can I find one of these?
Asking for a friend.
>A little bit later, and Mike was leading the fluffies outside, exploring the wilderness.
>"Awigh hewd, gwassy nummies hew, we can haf dis now, ow wait fu sketties." Proclaimed Snowball
>"Haf sketties now?" Asked Butterface, the youngest of the fluffies, a pure yellow Earthie.
>"Nu. Haf gwassy o' wait fu' sketties."
>The fluffies crowded together under Mike's watch, eating the grass and resting in the shade of the trees
>"Wat es dis pwace daddeh?" Asked Pine, a green and brown Pegasus mare
>Mike squatted, bringing himself to the fluffies level
>"This is Camp Crystal Lake, Pine."
>"Pine wike Camp Cwystaw Wake. Smeww pwetty wit twees." She said, referring to the scent of the woods
>After all the fluffies stuffed they're little tummies with grass and relieved themselves, Mike took them inside, looking forward to a good nights rest
>Sunset, and Jason tilted his head in confusion
>He had never seen these strange and small animals before, not around Camp, not on Elm Street, and most definitely not in Space. Wait, never mind, that last one was a dream that bastard Freddy implanted in him to test him. Of course they wouldn't be there.
>After he took care of his work, maybe he could try to figure the strange creatures out
uhhhh.... the internet?
They eat through the gel. I imagine they can kick up dust and remove a few centimeters of dirt at best.
>"YOU GAVE THEM SPAGHETTI AFTER THEY ALREADY ATE?!?!"
>Frank was livid at his business partner
>Mike cowered and whimpered "I... They said they were still hungry..."
>"WELL NOW I'M NOT HUNGRY, BECAUSE THERE IS SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR!"
>"Pweas stop yewwin daddeh, Snowbaww an' hewd be gud fwuffies fwum now on." Whined Snowball The Smarty, now in the large crate again with the rest of his herd
>Frank smashed his hand against the crate, making it wobble
>"NU! PWEASE NU SCAWY WOCKIES!" Cried Tiny Tim, the runt of the group, who was red and orange like Hulk Hogan
>Frank shot one last dirty look at Mike
>"YOU CLEAN UP BY THE TIME I GET BACK, OR I'LL HAVE YOU AND YOUR BELOVED FLUFFIES HEAD ON A PIKE!"
>He stormed out into the night for a smoke
>The Fluffies whimpered in they're crate for a while, as Mike hunched down, cleaning the molten shit off the ground
>"Daddeh, es Snowbaww bad smawtie?"
>"No, Snowball, just tell your herd to go to sleep." Mike sighed
>A little later, on the shore of Crystal Lake, Frank stood, watching the moons reflection in the water
>"Maybe that morons got everything cleaned up by now. I should head back."
>However, when he turned his back to the lake, out rose a ghastly figure, who grabbed him by the leg and pulled him in
>Ki ki ki... Ma ma ma...
>"Good boy Jason, now dispose of the other one. Do it for Mommy."
>Jason once again re-emerged from the lake, now soaked in both water and blood, and marched through the woods towards the main cabin
Ravioli, ravioli, what's in the pocketoli
Aww Sweat tears
>Midnight, and still no sign of Frank.
>Mike sighed as he put the crate of dozing fluffies into they're safe room
>Maybe Frank had ran off, he was prone to irrational behavior after all
>Mike began to turn out all the lights and start the fireplace
>He'd just lay back in the couch and relax
>Hard to relax when the smell of acidic fluffy shit is hanging in the air, but Mike did his best to relax anyway
>He heard the door open, and turned
>"Oh Frank, your back WHAT TH-MPHH!"
>A large, rotting hand wrapped around Mikes face, and lifted him into the air
>Jason lurched towards the fireplace, and slammed Mike into the fire, pushing him into the embers until his eyes burned out of they're sockets
>"Good boy, Jason. Now come back to mother, come home."
>Jason instinctually began to follow the orders of his mother, but stopped before he left.
>He had to know what those strange animals were
>He loved animals
>Back when he was still but a child, his mother taught him two very important things
>Number one: Always obey mother
>And number two: Never hurt an animal unless provoked
>They're was a few other things he was taught, like don't hurt any of his fellow children, but that was pushed to the back of his mind
>Jason had to know what those horse things were
>Slowly and methodically, Jason checked each room for the fluffies, before he finally found they're safe room
>Jason closed the door behind him, and opened up they're crate
>The fluffies woke up, and each trotted out of the crate
>"Awigh hewd, membah tu owny make poopies in witta box." Yawned Snowball
>"Wub Bwubewwy." Cooed Strawberry, a red and green earth pony, cuddling her special friend
>"Bwubewwy wub yu tu." Replied Blueberry, a blue and white earthie stallion.
>"Come on Snowbaww! Es time tu pway!" Nagged Pine, poking her "special friend"
>"Chawes pwotect hewd fu smawtie!" Declared Charles, a large pink and brown "toughie", much larger than the others
>Jason tilted his head in confusion.
>The fluffies continued to play, almost entirely oblivious to Jason's presence
>"Wub hewd, wub daddeh, wub evewyting!" Sung Linda, a light and dark green pegasus mare
>"Whew es cowowin bookie?" Asked Ash, an ash colored (Really?) unicorn stallion
>"Cweam don nu, bu stiww wub Ashie an hewd!" Cream answered, a cream and brown earthie mare
>"Bu Ashie nu am Cweam speciaw fwien?"
>"Don caw, wub hewd, nu be awone anymowe!"
>Jason felt something tug at his worksman jeans
>It was Tiny Tim, the Hulk Hogan runt fluffy
>"Yu es not daddeh, whewe es daddeh?" He asked
>Jason stepped back a bit. This was something really strange to take in for a guy who hadn't really seen anybody or anything since 2009.
>He still had absolutely no idea what these things were, and they kind of freaked him out
>After all, they are talking, retarded neon colored furred horses at a miniature size.
>"Why es mistah aww wet an covewed en boo-boo juice?" Tiny Tim asked
>Jason, again, just tilted his head in confusion
>"Wet mistuh nu smeww pwetty. Maybe nee' huggies?" The runt continued
>Then Tiny Tim hugged Jason's boot
>And then all the other fluffies approached and hugged him too.
>Jason probably would have smiled if he still had the muscles on his face to do that under his mask
>These things were the only creatures on earth who had shown him any kindness at all besides his mother.
>Effortlessly, Jason scooped them all up into his arms and marched out of the safe room, and out of the cabin
>"Whewe goin?" Asked Pine
>Jason didn't answer
>"Snowbaww, whewe es niceh mistuh takin hewd?" Inquired Tiny Tim
>"Snowbaww dun' nu." Quivered Snowball
>Snowball had seen Mike in the fireplace when none of the others had
>But he was just barely smart enough to not raise a fuss about it
>He knew that whatever would have happened to him or his herd would have been awful if he had raised the alarm
>Besides, maybe this mister was a new daddy. Maybe he was saving them after Mike had an accident.
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I'll continue it later, already now what's going to happen till the end. Glad your enjoying it.
I'd say that most people who own fluffies treat them as normal pets, most people who don't like fluffies try to avoid them, but fuck with em if they piss em off, and the real crazy shit we read is a minority
Thanks dude. Put them on Fluffybooru, it's cool that two whole people or just one person likes my stuff.
Oh shit, it's a smarty!
>Can you people just die?
Why don't you just hide the thread? I hide at least 10 dick threads a day, several nigger/cuck threads, Andy Sixx threads, et cetera; one fluffy thread is nothing.