ITT we cheer on the fluffy holocaust
>pwease mistuh, wet babbeh gu
>babbeh nu understan' wat babbeh du tu get huwties
>babbeh am stiw so widdle
>wanna gwuv up big and stwong and hab pwetty mane
Hugbox to da wescue!
"Fucking car." I muttered as my sneakers splashed their way down the rain soaked sidewalk. "Fucking rain."
A particular red 1985 Chevette was the reason I was walking to the nearest bus stop tonight. It's my fault, really. I should have known better than to drive it when there was rain in the forecast. No mechanic has ever been able to pinpoint the reason but that car just doesn't like being out in the wet. It sputters. It stalls. The idiot lights on the dash glow like a big middle finger. I know I should look for something newer; more modern but for some reason, I just can't let that little Chevy go.
"Pwease come out babbehs! Fwuffy am good mummeh!"
I stopped next to a vacant lot. It was strewn with all sorts of debris. Somewhere in that debris came a small voice pleading for the birth of her children. I checked my phone and then breathed a heavy sigh. Two things I couldn't let go. That fucking Chevette and a feral fluffy mother giving birth.
I'm weird, okay?
new content coming soon.
I soon found my quarry taking shelter beside the remains of a garden shed. An indigo and purple unicorn lay on the ground grunting and straining as her first born crowned. She didn't even notice me. What I noticed was that her first foal was going to be a stillborn. It was a sickly green color and was coming out with its eyes already open. Never a good sign. Then again, the mother lived in a harsh world and probably ate a steady diet of rotting garbage so it only made sense that she wouldn't produce healthy foals.
The next thing I noticed was that we weren't alone. A pair of eyes watched from the shadows beyond the shed. As the first foal slid out onto the muddy ground, the owner of those eyes let out a low growl. A helpless fluffy mummeh would make a great meal for a hungry stray dog.
Not thinking, I let out the loudest yell that I could and threw the first thing to hand which happened to be my cell phone. Startled, the dam immediately emptied her bowels onto her stillborn foal and did her best to pull herself over against the wall of the shed. The dog, on the other hand, realized it was up against more than it cared for and decided to turn tail. My cell phone landed directly in a muddy puddle.
Like fuck Apple is going to warranty that.
out of curiosity does anyone know what the font is they are using in most of these comics?
"MUNSTAH!!" The dam shrieked. "GO WAY!!"
"No, no, no..." I cooed in my most soothing voice. "It's okay. I'm not a monster." I put my hand out in what I thought was a friendly gesture. "I want to help you."
The dam pressed herself against the rotting siding boards of the shed. I could tell she was distrustful of humans because of the way her nostrils flared and how she kept looking between my face and my hand. Finally, I did about all I could do which was to hold my backpack over her to keep the rain off. She still didn't like me being there when the next foal started making its way down her birth canal.
"BIGGEST HEWTIES!!" she screamed.
"Come on!" I encouraged her. "You can do it!!"
With a lot of grunting and moaning; finally the next foal crowned. My happiness quickly faded.
Now, I know what you're all thinking. Since when does a dam scream "biggest hewties!!" instead of "biggest poopies!!" while giving birth. Well, in this case, it's because her stillborn foal suffered from several birth defects; the most glaring of which was that what she gave birth to looked more like two foals melted together. I'd heard about this before but never actually witnessed it.
Someone once told me that each foal develops in their own little embryonic sac. If two of the sacs are ruptured either by outside trauma or by poor nutrition, it's possible for the two embryos to fuse together. The dam gave the monstrosity a slight nudge with her snout before disregarding it.
"Dat one bad babbeh." she announced. "Nu wan." As if on cue, I reached down to pick it up and throw it away. The dam immediately kicked my hand. "Nu!" she shrieked. She gave me the old stink eye and then proceeded to start chewing up the foal. As she did so, the next one started crowning. She was too busy eating to notice.
In the dim light, my eyes widened.
"Holy fuck." I whispered as the foal's body dropped to the ground.
Jesus fuck, this feral shit factory just popped out a white alicorn! Not only that but it was alive to boot! I quickly scooped the diamond out of the mud and began working on clearing its mouth. Its chest heaved as it gasped its first breath of air.
"Babbeh?" The dam asked. She turned around to look up at the ground behind herself. "Wewe babbeh?" She looked up at me and repeated the question.
If I gave the alicorn foal back to her, she would certainly kill it. If I kept it and incubated it at home, I could sell it for a tidy profit in a few weeks to a local pet store. Maybe even enough profit to help cover that new iPhone I suddenly needed to replace.
"This one's mine." I announced. "I'm keeping it."
Understandably, the dam went on the offensive. I'd taken one of her offspring even if it was one she would never want. The dam used the shed wall as a spring board to launch her attack. She lunged at me which I easily sidestepped. Her hooves skidded on the wet ground. She lost her balance and fell face first into the mud. The dam got up, turned around to face me and snorted as she prepared another charge.
That was when shit got real. Really real. In a right on hurry.
The dam sank back on her haunches like a cat getting ready to pounce. She dug in one of her front hooves for traction and...
"BIGGEST HEWTIES!!" she screamed as she dropped to her belly. The next foal decided to make its appearance before the dam could execute her attack. Now, here's the thing. Remember that stray dog from earlier? Guess who decided to show up again now that the dam was out in the open instead of between the shed wall and myself.
A black streak came tearing out from the shadows. There was the flash of white teeth and a spurt of arterial blood as they closed around the dam's neck and shoulder. It was a juvenile Rottie. The dog's whole body wagged as it proceeded to shake the dam back and forth. The dam kept screaming bloody murder as her front leg began to separate. Could I have helped? ~Should~ I have helped?
The newborn foal I had cradled in my shirt squirmed and let out a soft ~peep~.
No, I had what I needed. As they say, fluffy genetics are a random lottery. As Kenny Rodgers said, "You got to know when to fold 'em." Time to leave the dam to the dog and go catch my bus.
Oh, the alicorn? Yes, she lived. I sold her just before her eyes opened for a couple hundred bucks.
My phone? Turns out I had water damage coverage as part of my plan. Didn't cost me fuck all.
My Chevette? Well, I still have it and it still continues to hate wet weather thought he local Nissan dealership has been offering some pretty sweet incentives on new Micras and I do have a bit of extra cash from selling that alicorn...
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
o shit nice, inspired some writing. Please continue, I may draw more Jason+the fluffies if you have any particularly awesome parts
>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
>"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
>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.
That's all I got at the moment, will write more, please keep thread alive.
I'm really hoping someone draws some abuse art of my chocofluff
What would it be like to be a fluffy exterminator?
>Jason layed the fluffy herd gently down onto the floor of the shack
>He also quickly removed all the really sharp objects from the floor
>He had a pet once, a cat
>He used it to distract teenagers, and then while they let they're guards down, thinking the noise was only a cat, he'd fucking machete the shit out of them
>Unfortunately the cat didn't like him much, and eventually it ran away
>Jason was deadset making sure something like that never happened again
>He was going to be the best damn weird-fluff covered miniature retarded horse owner in the world!
>Jason quickly collected 4 sticks of wood and set them up in a box formation, then turned to the fluffies and pointed at it
>He did this multiple times to no avail, before Snowball, the herds smarty, caught on
>"Oh, hewd, n...nice mu..mistuh es showin' wittawboxie." Stuttered Snowball, still slightly unnerved at Jason's intimidating presence that the other fluffies were pretty oblivious of, and the fact that he was the only fluffy who saw Mike's corpse
>"Oh, wittahbox." Cooed the rest of the fluffies, as they trotted over and began they're anal dumpage.
>Jason nodded in approval. He probably would have not been doing that if his rotting nose had been operating correctly, but the fluffies were following orders, so he was pleased
>The fluffies began to explore the shack, and play a short game of tag as Jason watched.
>Then Blueberry, the most curious of the fluffies, began to tug at Pamela Voorhees's sweater that was apart of Jason's shrine
>And with two simple words of "Wats dis?" Blueberry brought it down, along with Pamela's head
>Panic and confusion ensured
>"EEEEEK! HOOMIN LADEH HEADIE FAWW DOWN!" Cried pretty much all the fluffies
>"NU CAN SEE! NU CAN SEE!" Cried Blueberry, having pulled the sweater over himself
>Jason quickly scooped up his mothers head and sweater, placing them back in they're places
>Then he grabbed for Blueberry, who had attempted to escape as soon as the sweater was removed
I have quite a few stories, this was the saddest one I could find on short notice. I should label my stuff better
If you guys have any sadbox/psychological ideas I'd love to make a comic of it.
>fluffy has flashbacks to when he got sowwie hoofsies
>1000 yard stare
I feel like that one has been done a lot, unless you have some particular twist about it to make it more interesting?
>As Blueberry tried to skitter away, Jason yanked it back with surprising speed by its tail
>"SCREEEEE! NU HUWT BWUEBEWWY!"
>Jason then pinned it to the floor to its back with one hand, and raised the other
>"PWEASE NU HUWT BWUEBEWWY, BE GUD FWUFFY! BE GUD FWUFFY!"
>Jason swiftly brought the hand down and!
>"Jason! Stop this instant!"
>Jason froze, fist hairs away from Blueberry's babbling face
>"Jason, you may not kill them! They remind me so much of... you. You and these things are so special." Whispered the disembodied voice of Pamela Voorhees
>Jason gradually losened his grip of Blueberry, until Blueberry could move again
>Then Snowball chimed in
>"Bwuebewwy, puwwin down c-cwothin' was- was bad! Mistuh wa-was onwy tewwin yu ded baddie t-thing" Whimpered Snowball, still terrified, and still trying to keep himself and his herd alive by trying to appease Jason.
>"B-bwuebewwy undahstan', nu mowe puww down cwothin', be gud fwuffy." Muttered Blueberry, hushed by his fear
>Jason saw that Blueberry was upset, and to comfort him, began to scratch him on the head with one finger
>This cheered up Blueberry up a bit, as he began to giggle
>"Hehehe! Dat tickwe!"
>"Wan tickwe! Wan tickwe!" Chanted almost all of the other fluffies as they crowded around Jason
>Jason was happy to oblige
>Pine noticed that Snowball wasn't coming up to get tickles, so trotted over
>"Whas wong Snowbaww? Nu wan tickwes?" She asked
>"S-snowbaww scawed of nu daddeh."
>"Nu be siwwy, get tickwe!"
>And so she pushed Snowball over, and Jason tickled him, and Snowball began to laugh
>Maybe this new monst- daddy wasn't so bad after all...
can you give me a story or something to work off of? The Vietnam War is a broad topic
Baby-mad mare runs away from restrictive owner; winds up at shelter. Adoptive new owner promises mares they can have all the babies they want. Mare happily goes along, has litter, only to find them taken away. Finds out too late she's just another breeder for a mill/lab/food supplier. She doesn't want babies anymore.
"Welcome to the machine" plots are good. Wish there were more fluffy factory/mill stories.
I've seen this one so many times...
What I love about it is that it's basically a poopie babbeh (sand niggery style) killing normal foals that would be worth hundreds each, as if that shit rat would be any better than the ones it killed.
Bless whoever created that drawing.
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mail me the story ^
gif attached is better when opened in full screen, my WIP
i'll do you one better
Fluffies have notoriously short memories. this is because these are children's toys, and children can be particularly rough on their toys. this way, if a child plays rough with a fluffy, the creature will still love them no matter what they do the fluffy will still love them. just how long a fluffies memory lasts varies however.
>fluffy wakes up around three pm
>he is all alone
>his stomach rumbles, but he doesnt want to get up
>the body of his special friend's body is rotting not far, so are his babies
>eventually his stomach hurts to much for him not to find some food
>he gets up and walks out of his safe place
>after searching for a short time he comes across another fluffy
>"pweese nice mistuh... fwood fow fwuffy?"
>fluffy says "hewo..." as he passes
>"*gasp* hewo fwen! fwuffy fine smawty hoo gif speshiw fwen biggest huwties?"
>he stops "wat?"
anyone want me to continue this one?
Will contact you, Anon, eventually. Might take some days because work and stuff, but I promise I will contact you ;)
Money is not everything in life, Anon.
Science > money
Fun > money
Science for fun with the right paying spectators > just money
ya stil here? I wrote a little. I hope it will help you get those creative juices flowing
-The Story does not really match any canon- -Could be a alternate Universe-
The "Brown" Fuffly at Khe Sanh
The fluff was airdrop in a touch and go by a C130 in the battle of Kae Sanh, he was forced for farry ammuniton to the troops by Hill 875. His small body is forced to carry a pack 2/3 his own weight. (12 magazines in a pouch) However he is not the only fluffy dropped into the battle. As he makes his way to the wire he witnesses many troops get shot. He see's tons of death. He sees dead humans and fluffys alike, in all states of death and dismemberment. He gets to the line and the troops get their ammo, how the unit he gets to is later wiped out my an RPG. He is the only one to surive the RPG. He surives becasue another fluffys body lands on top of him. He is forced to see many more deaths. He watchs as many fluffys get caught in napalm is dropped by F4's. He gets pelted by spent casings by a viet cong soldier that stands above him. At the end of the battle, he and a hand full of fluffs that survive the battle.
It is later noted that almost all the fluffs that surived were brown. Military staff believes that the fluffies brown fluff helped it blend into the dark ground. It is rumored that there is a program to breed tan fluffies for service in Afghanistan and other middle eastern countries.
-You can do whatever you want with this, you could make it a comic or a single picture. You got the authors rights.-
damn well you tried
here you go for your collection
Thank you good sir!
Have a presidental Pepe
>"yestow day, fwuffy said smawty gave speshiw fewn foevah sweepies"
>he tried to remember what happened, but all he can remember is screaming
>his special friend was screaming, his babies weren't.
>he looked to the other fluffy "fwuffy said smawty gif speshiw fwen an bebehs foevah sweeps?"
>"yuh, huh." the other fluffy nodded "said gween smawty did it"
>a green smarty killed his special friend and his babies.
>the other fluffy pipped up again "fwuffy seen smawty, towd fwuffy to weve ow get foevah sweeps."
>the other fluffy jumped at the sudden burst of speech
>"dat wai!" she said pointing down a hoof to an alley way not far
>"tanks!" and with that he was off.
>he galloped down the sidewalk, dodging legs of the people walking down the sidewalk
>the ally lead to a spot was behind an Italian restaurant, naturally fluffies would flock there. but there were very little fluffies in the area.
>he paced around the back, when the door opened.
>a human took one look at him and turned back to the door "those damn shitrats are back again!"
>"i thought we got rid of them all?"
>"you know how retarded those fuckers are! i told you they'd be back!"
>"it ain't my fault man!"
>"fuck off yes it is! get rid of it before it tells its friends!"
>he backed towards the alley way again "pwese nice mistuh... no huwt fwuffy..."
>"piece of shit... charlie! get your ass over here!"
>the man left, and another walked outside
>"alright little guy... lets just get this over with..."
>"pweese? nu huwt fwuffy..."
>"ah geeze... i really dont wanna hurt you little guy... but we cant have you coming back here."
>"fwuffy won com bawk... pwomis!"
>"... actually... you know. i have a daughter that loves you little guys. im sure she'd love to take you in... wanna come with me? we'll give you a nice home and lots of food."
>food for the rest of his life, and new daddy and mama, fun, toys... special friend... babies...
>"nu... fwuffy nee fin gween smawty... wus hewe... i tink..."
>"green smarty... there was a really loud mouthed green one that was here all the time before the exterminator came by. i think he ran off though."
>"i dont know buddy... i didnt see."
>"oh... kay... wew, tank yu."
>and with that, the man went back inside and the fluffy left.
>he wandered around the city, looking down every crack and alley, behind stores, and anywhere else that would be a safe place.
>the sun was just starting to go down when he learned from a heard that a big smarty kicked them out of their previous safe place.
>"whew is ol safe pwace?"
>the fluffy motioned to an alley not far from there.
>as the city became dark, he saw a big green smarty fluffy.
>"DUMMEH FWUFFYS! DIS AM SMAWTY FUDE!
>then he saw him
>"EEEP! IT DUMMEH MUNSTUH!"
>he shouted "yu da munstuh! yu kiw speshiw fwen an bebehs!"
>"NU! NU! SMAWTY AM GUD FWUFFY! PWESE NO HEWT SMAWTY NU MOW!"
>"yu did it! you kiwed speshiw fwen and bebehs! gab dem foevah sweeps! nau fwuffy wiw gib yu foevah sweeps!"
>he galloped over to the smarty, turned around, and planted a kick right in the smarty's nose
>he fell to the ground and began to sob
>"am no big scawy smawty! am big dummeh!"
>he heard chirping, and turned to see a pink fluffy, with babies behind her
>"nu hewt speciew fwen ow bestest bebehs..."
>"yu tuke! speciew fwen! yu tuke bebeh! fwuffeh am gunna do da same!"
>he moved to the punk fluffy "mowve!"
>"nu hewt bebehs!"
>he hooved her in the nose, causing her to fall over crying. then moved over to the babies, and kicked them repeatedly until they were in the street.
>the babies gave panicked chirps, as they tried to get closer to the sidewalk.
>"spechiw fwen! hewp bebehs! mummuh am skwed!"
>"nu hewt smawty no mo..."
>*crunch, crunch, shclosh!*
>he reared up and stomped down on the pink fluffies stomach over and over again before going over to the smarty.
>he reared up and stomped down on the smarty's leg breaking it with a sickening crack
>"yu kiw spechiw fwen! nou fwuffy kiw yu spechiw fwen!"
>he walked to the pink fluffy again
>"nu! smawty no huwt fwuffy speciw fwen! fwuffy did! yu did dat!"
>"yu wying! fwuffeh wud nebah..."
>"yu did! smawty saw it! smawty saw ebryting!
>"mewh wus gibbin wustest bebehs big huwties... fwuffy saw. yu towd dummeh mewh to stahp, but mewh kiwwed bebehs... so... so yu kiwwed mewh! gib hew stahmpies!"
>he froze... he remembered... his special friend was hurting their babies, he tried to stop her, but she wouldnt. he cried himself to sleep that night... and the green smarty called him dummy because he couldn't stop his special friend...
>he looked to the smarties herd, quivering and crying, the smarty whimpering with his broken leg, and the pink fluffy saying to the babies "pweese wakies... bebehs? pweese..."
>without another word he left for his safe place.
>he got back to his safe place and looked to the days old bodies and began to cry
>he curled up into a ball, and cried until he fell asleep...
>fluffy wakes up around three pm
>he is all alone
>his stomach rumbles, but he doesn't want to get up
Sorry but, where did the hell did these come from? Why did this become a thing? is it a spoof of some gay shit or like what.
1 there have been images
2 the moment you say fluffy centipede, you basically have the whole picture. There is nothing really to it.