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| CodenameOne #1381263 2 months ago |
>Fluffy Pony
*Smile of cruelty on my face* |
| Bronyboy #1381280 2 months ago |
Fwuffyshy! |
| Anonymous #1381281 2 months ago |
I will rape you to death CodenameOne.
Get the fuck out of my fandom. |
| Anonymous #1381314 2 months ago |
Brohoof at the above Anon. |
| Anonymous #1381367 2 months ago |
1381281 You get the seal of approval from the Seven Crown Pimps of Fat City. As a mortal man I stand with you. |
| Anonymous #1381418 2 months ago |
Daaaaaaaaaw.
This is going straight into my microwave! |
| Kittensradio #1381436 2 months ago |
mmm, marshmallow shank |
| Anonymous #1381499 2 months ago |
Here's a shake. |
| Anonymous #1381520 2 months ago |
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| Anonymous #1381533 2 months ago |
enf enf enf enf |
| Anonymous #1381540 2 months ago |
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| Anonymous #1381762 2 months ago |
DROWN. IT. NOW. |
| NotThatAnyoneCares #1382740 2 months ago |
Just try it, sadists. You'll see what your cruelty gets you.
I have an entire gun cabinet to go through here. |
| Anonymous #1382919 2 months ago |
I'm stuck halfway between d'aaw and destroy. |
| Anonymous #1382935 2 months ago |
Why would you want to kill it, though? |
| Anonymous #1383471 2 months ago |
Why, beavernator? WHY??????? |
| Anonymous #1387663 2 months ago |
^Nevermind, could have sworn he was listed as the artist originally. |
| Danuis #1419017 1 month ago |
> God damnit.
> You hate this filly. > She's almost about to be a mare. > Not like you're going to breed it. > It's name - her name - is "Fwuffyshy". > She likes it, think's its fitting. > Other than being shy as hell, she's normal. > Cries of "Pway" and "Huggies" and "Sketties" fill your ears. > Shes cute. > You kind of feel remorseful that she has to be a fluffy, and living in a bad neighborhood. > You even go so far as label yourself a bad "Daddeh". > But almost a month old and she's not hurt. > She is, however, damn shy. > She "Pways" by nudging a ball around. > She also spends time looking and trying to be "Fwiends" with the other animals here. > How she hasn't been mauled is anyone's guess. > Then, it happens. > You're coming home from the grocery store. > You feel emotional. > You can smell the aroma of your filly. > It's so nice and relaxing. > Most people think Fluffies stink. > Everything stinks if it's covered in shit all the damn time. > Or dying. > However, when clean, Fluffies expel nice smells. > It's one of the ways they know which babes will live, or die, afterall. > You also remember that Fwuffyshy was a sole. > But your train of thought was interrupted by a loud cry. > "NOOOESS! BIRDIE MUNSTA! BIRDIE HUWT FWUFFYSHY!!!!" > Sounds of struggle. > It's from the bird's room, all the way up. > Fuck.png > You drop everything and zoom up. > "WEGGIES HUWT! WHY WEGGIES NO HU- AHHH! WAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA!" > Shit. Your bird, your raven, specifically, is one mean sunabish. > It's his name, after all. > Merciless fucker. > You curse yourself. > You knew this was going to happen one day. > Lured into a false sense of security, and now look. > You open the door. > A most foul stench hits you. > The round room, top of it open to the world, with little nice rooms, alcoves really, for your bird. > Any bird can come in. > But those that do typically don't fly away. > And now you Fluffy is in a pile of shit, piss, and blood. > Your bird is dive bombing her. > He flies up to the bars, then dives down, beak first, impact. > You intervene. > He books it. > You pick up your crying, bloody, defecating fluffy. > You start to go downstairs, to the fluffy aid kit. > All the while she's crying and mewling and saying : > "I just wanted to play wif birdie! Birdie mean! Why weggies no work?! Why wings no work!? WHY WINGS NO WORK? > She loved her wings, she would always be gliding everywhere. > You reach the medicine cabinet. > You know what to do, you only hope it helps. > She's still at it. > " Weggies gone! How time to weggies?" > She sqees. > God damn heart broken, you are. > Then it begins. > "WAN SEE M-M-MUMMY! WAHH! I WAN SEE MUMMY! I WAN WEGGIES! I WAN WINGS! I WAN MUMMY- > You feel sorry. > " NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" > Sunabish soars over you, lands on shoulder. > To late you realize. > He pokes her right eye out. > You knock the fucker out with the kit. > Why is something so small so heavy? > Does the job though. > But fucker did the damage. > "NUUU! WHY DAWK!? WHY BIRDIE MEAN!?" > Blood squirts out of her eye. > "WAAH! BOO-BOO JUICE! SCAWY! DAWK! I WAN MY MUMMY!" > You stop the bleeding. > She's still crying. > You back off, inspect the damage. > Sunabish is bleeding on the floor. > Fuck. > Fwuffyshy is in her sleeping basket, crying and bawling her eye out and scared shitless. > You can only hope shitless. > A foul stench proves otherwise. > You pick her up. > "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! TUMMY OWIE! DADDEH HUWTS TUMMIE!" > Fuck. > Sunabish obviously did more damage than can be seen. > Blood drips from your fingers. > Thick, sugary, sticky blood. > You bandage it, every turn and movement making her cry. > For something the size of a dog, it bleeds like hell. > You decide, for Fwuffyshy, to take her to the hopsital. > You wish pain relievers would work, but shit doesn't. > It pains you to see this small, stupid, innocent creature conveying - trying to - pain that cannot be described. > You love fluffies, you love all animals. > And that is why you are worried about what the vet might say. > Sunabish is a mean hunter. > You're surprised she even lived. > How the hell did she get up there, anyway? > She's in the front, on your lap. > You pet her mane. > "Sssh, Fwuffyshy. Mean birdie gone. How did you get up there anyway?" > "WAH! *snif* 'shy was by window, gliding! Meanie wind push 'shy outta window! Wind and house smack 'shy! Wind smaks 'shy by birdie cage! 'Shy fawws in birdie cage, birdie HUWT 'SHY!!!" > Just thinking about the pain, the fluffy starts to shiver badly. > You arrive at the vet. > You rapidly, but cautiously, take her out. > "WAH! HUWTS! TUMMY HURTS! WEGGIES NO WOWK!" > Shit shit shit. > You make it to the vet. > It's a damn emergency, they see that at least. > You explain that your bird attacked and mauled her. > Vet's old, he knows you're not lying. > "Please, sir, wait there..." > You sit in the antechamber. > Hours pass. > Vet comes out, looks at you sadly. > "Shes about to die, but she wants you to see her badly..." > You know what to do. > You walk in after him. > Fluffyshy is on a operating table, stiched up but dying. > "Daddeh?" > "Yes, 'Shy?" > "Daddeh, I cowd and eye dawk...I scawed." > "I...I'm here, 'Shy." > You motion if you can pet her. > Vet motions to mane. > You kneel and pet her mane. > She sniffs, cries. > "Daddeh make fwuffy happy. Fwuffy wuv you so much. Fwuffy...fwuffy...sad..." > One last "Squee". > She's gone. > And so is a part of your life. |