MY FAVORITE ONE MY NEGRO. ALSO WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING/EATING/LISTENING TO WHILE VIEW SUCH ART?!?!?!
RUM FOR I, BECAUSE I'M NOT A FUCKING PUSSY
>help to sewing table
Yeah right, it def needs a AUTO CAUTERIZER TYPE DEAL. NO NIGGA WANTS TO DEAL MORE WITH THAT THING THAN NEEDS BE.
FUCK AHYOU, I DO WHAT I WILL
ALSO, HERE IS BITCH WATER
Yo. Can someone help me out? I am looking for a comic, and I can't find it anywhere on the booru. It's a comic where there's a foal inside the mom, and someone shoves a blender inside her (the mom, not the foal) The foal grabs it, and smiles, right before it is torn to shreds.
SAGE BOMBING FLUFFY THREAD ... GO!
I do recall seeing this one. If I saved a copy ... I'll give the folder a quick vgrep. Don't get your hopes up.
POSSIBLY, HOWEVER, THESE CREATURES AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE TOO MUCH OF WHAT'S CALLED 'THINKING CAPACITY'.
I LIKE TO THINK IT WAS CRYING BUT WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO NOT FIND AN ALTERNATIVE.
didn't know anyone was still here
This thing deserves to get beaten
Well if you want to, i'm slowly getting drunk and smoking a bunch of weed
Smarty getting fucked up
Found it. And you would not BELIEVE how many old shitposts I had to dig through on the booru to find this damn thing.
No joy from the search. This does appear to be the one I was thinking of:
Pic i have been looking for for awhile.
This is a hard one
>A fluffy is getting eaten by a snake
>The snake is eating it ass first
>The fluffy is shitting while getting eaten
>The snake regrets eating it ass first
THAT COULD BE DIRECTED TO FLUFFYS. PREZ TRUMP HAS HIS WORK CUT OUT FOR HIM.
Alright, lets give this a go.
>You've been bored as all hell recently.
>You have rich as hell parents whom give you everything you want, like a beautiful house.
>Gardening, for some odd reason has been your gay as hell pastime. You have no reason to, but you like tending to the flowers in your lawn.
>What are you, like 70? Jesus. You need a girlfriend. Or a hobby. A fun one, at least.
>Like all hobbies - you assume - God himself is giving you a golden fucking opportunity, it seems, to have something to do.
>You hear a faint "chirping" sound, which, until recently had been associated with birds.
>But no, it's the spawn of satan himself. Fucking fluffy foals.
>Actually, they aren't too bad. You can see the appeal.
>Cute, easy-ish to manage. Has some intelligence...
>But the damn baby talk. You can't stand the fucking baby talk.
>Your head shoots towards the direction of the breach in your lawn. You can see the grass which you have neglected to mow for the longest time, rustling and moving.
>Listening faintly, you hear only...
"Shh babbehs fwens. Nee get grassie nummies for mummah, den weave."
>Watching from your deck, the fluffies emerge from a crack in your fence, about 10 differently colored foals.
>5 undesirables: Brown, bad greys. Worst "babbehs."
>Then, some differently colored ones. A red, a dullish green, yellow, blue and a very vibrant purple who seems to be their leader.
>None of them seem to be "smarty" at the very least.
>But it dawns on you, did the mother send them to go get food for her? Lazy fuck. Their selfishness is also why you hate these damn things.
>The foals start munching on your grass, seemingly collecting some on their backs.
>Hm. You make a loud tap on your deck, and they all blabber something about "scawey munstahs" and scamper off.
>Obviously, you can't just let them keep doing this, as with further inspection...
>This isn't their first visit to your lawn.
>Well, you'll think of something.
>You head back inside, it was getting dark.
A TRUE EXAMPLE OF THE STUPIDITY OF THE FLUFFY. SO SET ON THE FOOD THAT IT'S HALF DEAD AND NOT KNOWING WHY IT'S NOT GETTING TO THE FOOD.
IT WAS Shaky at first like, at least, which, however (didn't use that one but the same vein) for a few of the sentences.
Despite that, you gotta keep going baby.
"OK. But you have to explain it to Mr. Snakie yourself."
*hang her from her tail above the snake aquarium*
>how long can you hold babby?
Behold, part 2.
>thread isn't going fast enough
There are a bunch more you retarded autist
I GOT FUCKED THEN. WHICH IN TURN, MEANS EVERYONE GETS FUCKED.
>Car stopped, stepping out. God, it was a long day.
>By your standards at least. Fuck, you hardly left the house.
>You need to get out more, desperately.
>But! You have a solution to the fluffy problem.
>You hope, at the very least.
>"HASBIO APPROVED, NON LETHAL FOAL TRAPS!"
>A weird sort of mouse trap.
>Except it exerts only enough pressure to keep a foal down.
>Mean you could fucking swim in this shit, and come out with a paper cut because one had a loose label.
>It seems their daily visit hasn't happened yet, much to your delight.
>You clean up the shit they left after you scared them off, oh god the shit.
>At least gardening gets you used to getting your hands dirty.
>You smell like fluffy ass now, which might as well be a fucking classified chemical weapon.
>Whatever, it'll be fixed later.
>You set up the fluffy traps, putting different foods in the bait area.
>"Sketties" cheese, etc. You actually had to shop for shit you usually don't get. Fun. According to some forum, ferals really love pepperoni.
>Whatever. 10 traps set and ready to go.
>It hasn't occurred to you what you'd do with the damn things once you had them, but you'd decide later. You had some hands to wash.
>An hour later, you sit on your deck with a beer, waiting.
>Chirping. The damn chirping again. Well... Time to see the fruits of your labors!
>That sounded like anime shit, and probably gay.
>The foals wander out into the yard, they look a little dirtier.
>Oh yeah, you cut the area they were in. The traps were unmissable.
>As you expected, though, they all shriek in delight.
"Sketties!" "Red button nummies!"
>Any fucking variation of some stupid phrase and "nummies" was spat out as the idiot foals walked into their demise.
>Clickity fucking clack, all the traps go down within seconds of each other. They didn't even register it.
>The fact that their brethren were all trapped, too.
"Wowwest hurties!" "Owwies, mummeh hewp!"
>Chirp chirp chirp.
>You almost feel bad for them...
The amount of autism and retardedness needed in order to be attracted to this shit
THEN GO FUCK OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE
OTHERWISE, enjoy your stay.
Did someone say boom?
>Eyes are drawn to you.
>Tiny tiny, cute helpless eyes.
"Hooman mistew! Pwease hewp!"
>In time, all of them are pleading to you.
>God, you didn't care if this gave them the "wowest" fucking "huwties"
>Bag in hand, you quickly scoop each of the foals up, not paying any attention to their features, quickly taping their mouths shut and putting them in the bag.
>You didn't wanna hurt the things, but they needed to shut the hell up at least, for your ears sake.
>Once they caught on they all pleaded with you again.
"Mistew! Pwease nu! Am good babbeh! No huwties!"
>Ignoring their pleas, you put more and more in the increasingly shitty bag.
>This'll be a pain to clean up...
>Once you got all of them, you get inside and place them all in a cardboard box, removing the tape.
>Soon, your ears threatened to kill themselves yet again. More chirping, more begging.
"Nyu daddeh? Nu huwties!"
"Pwease gib nummies, need for mummeh!"
"Nice mistuh be good for babbehs?"
>Mostly shitting in fear, though. They're already covered in it too, fuck.
>You quickly turn off the lights. Well, dim them, but they can't see. New, small eyes. They're all even more fearful.
"Dawkies! Whewe mistuh go?"
"Dawkie munstah take him!"
>Screeing and chirping, fuck.
>Stressful as fuck. You grab a foal quickly, taking them to the sink and quickly and roughly cleaning them off.
>The process is repeated until you have a box full of clean foals, in a mostly shitless, seperate box.
>Well, no. They're all screaming and shitting again.
>Turn on the lights, they all hide with each other as you sigh.
"Fucking christ you little shi- guys. I'm not gonna hurt you."
>They all look at you.
"Nice mistuh back!"
>Soon, you realize why you were angry as the chirping continues. And begging for food and "wawa" or, depending on the age, "miwkies."
"Shut up, god damnit!"
>They all whimper and cower, and shit.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, just quiet down! Don't talk for a moment, alright?"
I GUESS I'M IN FOR A GOOD TIME, THANKS!
To sum it up
Virus makes people do horrible horrible horrible things to each other while swearing, laughing and smiling. I don't recommend it if you are sensitive to rape, child/baby slaughter and uuuumm... Pretty much any bad thing you can think of. Though I am posting in a fluffy thread so whatever.
EMOTIONAL. MAKE THE GUY BUILD A SHITTY SHACK AND TRY TO CARE FOR THEM. They are, in turn, very loving toward their new caretaker. HOWEVER, THE CARE TAKER LOST HIS ROSE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK AND JUST LOSES HIS SHIT AND TRICKS EACH ONE INTO FOOLISHLY KILLING THEMSELVES DOING SIMPLE THINGS.
HAVE THE LAST THING, JUST FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THE GUY IS OFFERING SKETTIS BUT EVERYONE HAS BEEN DYING DUE TO YOU SO IT'S JUST SAYS FUCK AND BECOMES PARALYZED AND ENDS UP AS A PILLOWFLUFFY AND WATCHES THE GUY DO IT TO OTHER WILD FLUFFYS FOREVER,
PEOPLE ARE NOT FLUFFYS. KILL FLUFFYS TO SPARE THE HUMAN!! NO MORE HUMAN DEATHS! DEATH TO ALL FLUFFYS
nigga, i've been here since someone started it. it's his firST TIME DOING THIS AND HE'S DOING FUCKIN' GREAT. HOW ABOUT YOU WRITE SOMETHING?
I'm sure you'll do fine, we can poke at it later.
>flaffy hops over, "whut da... dere nu' skettis hewe mistuh!"
>flip flaffy over, set a cinderblock down on his chest
>"huuu.... pwease mistuh, jus' wan sum skettis"
>pull out your driver
>the flaffy's testiclesse droop under the cinderblock on its chest
>the perfect tee
>set a golf ball atop the flaffy sack
>"hold tight, comrade"
BUT I CAN'T KILL OTHER PEOPLE. IF THESE THINGS WERE REAL, I WOULD BE CONSTANTLY KILLING THINGS AND EVERYONE WOULD BE OKAY WITH IT.
A WAY BETTER VERSION THAN THE ONE I HAD.
>It's been a day since you've taken in the foals.
>And it's like with their every movement, they try your patience.
>You've given them food, water, and they've been relatively polite. You cleaned up their box, and you're trying to decide what to do with them.
>However you've discovered why they're called "shitrats."
>You leave them alone to tend to your garden, and have a beer.
>When you come back, though, their box is caked with shit and the undesirably colored ones have been, as well.
>You painstakingly clean it back up, along with the foals, and introduce the litterbox.
"You shit in here, alrighty you little ... things? Or else, I'll have to make you guys pay."
>They all seem to pay attention, and agree.
>Much to your delight, they seem to follow the rules pretty well.
>You remove dangerous objects from your living room, and put all their necessities in there.
>You allow them to roam in it, giving them some room for "exercise" and play.
>Hell, you even bought some toys for the rats.
>You watch, contently. You didn't ever think you'd make a decent fluffy owner...
>But then something catches your eye.
"Poopie fwuffy nu get food! I wan!"
>The dull green fluffy kicks a brown one out of the way.
>It starts crying and making a ton of noise, shitting.
>You kind of get why pets aren't your thing.
>Now, you understand why it's not it's fault, but you grab the brown one and lightly smack it.
"What did I fucking say about shitting? Litterbox, you shitstain!"
>Bring out your internet approved "sorry stick and whack the thing up a couple of times as an example, and then whack the green one for being a douche.
>Only once. You like the dull green color.
>They're both made into balls of crying fluffy, whom their friends attempt to console.
>You hit the sorry stick onto the ground.
"Any more behavior like this, and the punishment will be even more severe!"
"I am NOT your fucking "daddeh," piss-stain!"
>You don't have the patience for this.
putting into png format as we speak
NOGO, BUTT-BUDDY. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT IS ON THE INTERNET.
Some of them survived at least. He hasn't gone back to check on them. It looks like he's planning on keeping the best of the feral foals, including the pregnant mare, to try and recoup his losses. That or torture the smarty more with them. Or both.
That one foal was a smarty. It's in the box headed for the furnace.
Course it does, that can surface anywhere, even in older fluffies. But that'll be a quick end for them.
9.5/10 Would buy again but a bit difficult to get all the fluffy shit cleaned out of the corners.
lose your shit and begin torturing and killing them
the mother then waddles into your yard looking for them and you give her the death mutilated babies and she wails and cries before finding a way to kill herself
make it so
YEAH I'M BUSY READAING CROSSED SORRY. ALSO KINDA VERY BUZZED
HERE'S A SFW FOR YOU BOYS AT WORK ;)
So how long till one of these sad little fucks who think they're hardcore motherfuckers for drawing retarded carebear animal abuse comics actually tries torturing a shetland pony?