I drew this wayyyy long ago. I'm glad someone still remembers some of my stuff and I've been thinking about jumping back into the booru again for more but the current user base is a bit shit.
This is as close to that I have saved
This is just some random story I've never seen before
And this is the last page I know if
>Go around the alley to take out trash
That's the last one I typed up. For now.
Going to post some more tomorrow night if I feel like it. Probably will feel like it.
How'd you like it?
Requesting the weirdest weirdbox in our collective hard drives.
>You decide to adopt the fluffy
>You bring it home, it completely adores you
>It can feel you saved it from an impending doom
>She saw it close, but now, she was safe
>You explain her she can only be in the safe room, a tiny laundry room at the back of the house.
>She can't move anyway, she's bloated
>You bring her some scrambled eggs, because that's all you could muster at the time
>She smells it and pouts
>"Nuu bettah nummies?"
Tell her since she complained she gets no mummies
>apply mug to fluff
>Continue on with day.
>Oh, what's that?
>Not good enough for this vermin?
>You could eat them yourself and this thing won't go near it.
>You throw the eggs away and turn off the kitchen
>You manage to hear something from it before leaving.
>"N-nu! eggies gud nummies! pwease giff pwe-- MISTAH!"
>You go upstairs to sleep
>In the middle of the night you can hear every version of a tantrum dedicated to let you know she was hungry and she needed food for her newcoming babies.
>You thought you could ignore it at first, but you're finding it harder and harder to go back to sleep
>You go downstairs
>There she is, the moment she sees you she gets all giddy
>stupid thing thinks her tantrum got her food.
>You actually go down to tell her she was not getting breakfast for complaining
>If she remains quiet, you might consider feeding her
>She remains quiet
>as quiet as it can anyway
>You manage to sleep immediatly when the silence settles in
>"...daddeh fwuffy nee nummies...huuu"
>You open your eyes
>You expect a longer tantrum
>Nope, just an isolated plea
>You wait still with your eyes wide open in the dark
>...Nope, nothing more
>"huuu huuuhuuuuuu...uuuuu.....huuuu....wan eggies"
>You expect to hear more moping, but you figure it went to sleep
>You accept the fact you're not going to sleep properly
>The growling of its stomach was getting loud enough to be heard from upstairs
>You somehow fall sleep without knowing if there were any more incidents.
>You awake painfully at 9 am, late for everything
>You go downstairs and meet the fluffy
>The only thing that made you sleep last night was dreaming what you were going to do to the fluffy the next morning
>you dreamed about starving it to dead
>Keeping it, and caring it, but not feeding it
>You go get a plate and the fluffy dam starts to tear of joy
>"mistah fwuffy so sowy, fuwffy num aww nummies nao"
>Good, because you feed her a bowl of water.
>and that's it
>it looks at the plate
>..."nuu, nu tissty, hungwy, nee nummies, wike eggies"
>You tell her you have no time and leave
>By the time you come back, you're exhausted
>You need your sleep hours
>You come back home and the fluffy is bawling
>"fwuffy....huuu fwuffy haff wowstest tummy owwies...pwease nummies"
>You decide to aid her this time
>You've cooled off
>You tell her you can only sustain her and one foal
>You ask her to promise to eat her unwanted babehs
>No replies, she takes her hooves instinctively to her belly
>You insist on a reply
>"babbehs no nummies...babbehs fow huggies an...an wub..."
>You band the table, the fluffy starts to bawl
>You tell her its either that or starving
>She keeps bawling but nods in agreement
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The booru is fucking cancer. You can't find a single hugbox post without some autistic faggot going "HURR DURR HUGBOX FAGS HURR DURR I STOMPED THE FLUFFY IN THE PICTURE HURR DURR SKETTIES WERE POISON HURR DURR DURRRRR."