Fluffies - Brony erotica about tortured mentally retarded pony foals

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Yknow, after looking at this the last time I decided that this was too much for me and so I told myself that was the last time I'm going to look at this (literal) horseshit. Yet here I am again, looking at this (literal) horseshit.

Guys I think I might be a masochist.
 
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The band plays nice happy tones, the vibrant title screen comes into view and the audience's attention is focused onto the personified little faces of various animals. A dog named Pluto, a duck named Donald and two tiny mice with names that alliterate. You can feel the tension rising, you can feel the audience yearning to see this happy go-lucky adventure that will bring that little happiness to their gaping monotony, the music fades and the screen flickers into life.

All praise to Buena Vista. The audience gives thanks with their glistening eyes, and the screen is brought back to the darkness by a fairy's touch.

Title screen. "Good Dog", in a humorous font, is forced into the audience's mind. The music attains a faster tempo and ends- initialising the short melody, which tells the characters on screen to play their respected parts.

Pluto, large black ears, thin wiry tail and a lime green collar, picks up the newspaper. Due to his lack of opposable digits, Pluto grips the cylinder with his mouth, closes his eyes and trots back happily to its beckoning master. Pluto travels through the miniature flap of his master's house, places the newspaper at Mickey's feet and sits up straight, awaiting Mickey's dotage of love.

The paper is soggy. It is soggy to the extent of the ink smudging- you should expect as much from a cartoon dog delivering a paper, but Mickey isn't in the mood for childish humour. Mickey unrolls the paper and watches the drool ooze down the front page and drip unceremoniously onto the floor with a resounding splat. As the spittle settles, Mickey's eyes meet with Pluto's, the dog trembles as the eyebrows of his master curl into an almighty 'M'.

'What is this?' Mickey whispers, soft enough to sound threatening but loud enough for Pluto to prick up his ears in attention. 'Well?' Mickey appears to want an answer. Pluto mimes that what Mickey is in fact holding is a newspaper and then smiles broadly. 'No, this isn't a newspaper, this is shit.' Mickey begins to roll the newspaper into a cylinder again. 'And where does shit belong, Pluto?' The dog points towards the toilet, 'Nope that's not it, come here and I'll show you.' Obeying its master, Pluto trots to Mickey's side.

Mickey lifts Pluto's wiry tail, revealing the tight, puckered lips of the dog's arsehole. He licks his index finger and inserts it inside. Pluto whimpers slightly, the cold finger of his master rubbing the inner rim of his anus a foreign experience; it begins to arouse him, strengthening his veined penis, causing his tongue to slide to the left of his mouth and saliva to accumulate in the pup's gaping mouth.

'You like that, Pluto? You like my finger in your ass?' Mickey begins to wriggle his index finger. This causes Pluto to writhe in pleasure at Mickey's side. 'You like me inside you Pluto? You enjoy this?' Pluto nods dramatically, the broad smile and sleepy eyes providing all the information Mickey needs. Picking up the soggy newspaper, already rolled into a tight cylinder, Pluto awaits the aforementioned task.

Mickey removes his index finger, much to Pluto's distaste, forces Pluto to spread his legs and begins to tease his rump with the tube of wet news. Stroking the lips with the soft pages, watching the dog's penis reach the pinnacle of arousal and throb as he baits Pluto's shit-hole.

Pluto begins to weep, the pressure being too much. Although, in his doggy speak, Pluto begs for more. Pluto wants something to penetrate him deep inside. Mickey, the kind hearted soul that he is, inserts the newspaper entirely into Pluto's anus. Mickey crams the squishy tube deep into the bowels of the dog; but, unfortunately, the paper begins to break apart, sticking to the intestinal walls, lining Pluto's gut with political bullshit.

The canine's eyes bulge as he is penetrated; he clenches his teeth as his arsehole tightens around the softened tube. Pluto moans, aroused by the squishy thing inside him. 'You like that, do ya, Pluto?' In between moans, Pluto manages to nod, 'Too bad Pluto'. Mickey quickly removes his trademark shorts, revealing to Pluto his big black cock, stiff in anticipation.

Pluto's mouth hits the floor, he never knew his master was that big before now and as it stands to attention before him he imagines it sliding up his hole. Mickey sees the excess drool slide to the edge of Pluto's mouth, coupled with the glazed look in both of the eyes. 'Do ya want me inside of ya, Pluto?' asks Mickey in a cheery tone. Pluto, still in a dreamlike state, doesn't answer but Mickey doesn't care. With his index finger, he pokes the remainder of the newspaper tube further into Pluto's anus, relinquishing a moan from the pup as he writhes about on the floor. Mickey then places the head of his penis against the lips of Pluto's arsehole and slowly edges himself in, allowing the dog's muscles to contract around his thick shaft.

As Mickey slowly pushes himself inside, his penis pushes the rolled up newspaper even further up Pluto's intestinal tract, the doggy being penetrated further than he could ever think possible, his drool making puddles on the floor.

Suddenly, Mickey thrusts forward, shoving the entirety of his cock into the canine's tight hole. This forces the rolled up newspaper to become stuck in his intestinal tract. Pluto screams his doggy screams, most of which sound more like barks than screams (but to a dog they would sound like screams), and he whines his doggy whine as blood trickles out of his doggy anus in between the thrusts of his master.

As Mickey's testicles slap against Pluto's animated arse cheeks he allows himself a smile, his teeth glinting in the sunshine as his dog wails in doggy pain. His penis glides effortlessly into Pluto's anus, with the blood now acting as a lubricant, pumping away causing Pluto to moan and scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'You like it now Pluto? Do you want me to stop or have you learnt your lesson?' Mickey speaks quite sternly, as would a teacher to a child. He removes his penis from Pluto's anus, but keeps it on the brink of the dog's anal lips, as would a teacher to a child, awaiting an answer.

Meanwhile, inside Pluto's belly, all that pumping and grinding done by Mickey's penis and the rolled up newspaper has done some serious damage and now Pluto is bleeding internally. However, the sun is shining through the main window of Mickey's house, embracing both Mickey and Pluto with a hug of natural warmth. 'Well?' Mickey still wants an answer from the hound, but it appears that Pluto is too weak to even reply. 'Fine Pluto, I guess you haven't learnt your lesson.' Mickey isn't happy. Even after all they had been through, Pluto won't even apologise to Mickey for this single incident. With tears streaming down his face, Mickey flips Pluto over, revealing the lighter fur coating of his under-belly, and begins to rub.

As Mickey rubs his stomach, Pluto nods his head in enjoyment. As Mickey, once again, begins to pump at his bloodstained anus he begins to shake his head in an aggressive way. Mickey begins whispering 'it's okay, everything will be okay' into the ears of his beloved pal, still rubbing his belly yet pounding away with his big black cock.

Mickey then picks up the pace and begins pounding Pluto's arse faster and faster in a continuative rhythmic fashion. The thrusts increase in tempo. Faster and faster, Mickey's cock enters Pluto's anus, until the pounding reaches a state of climax at which point Mickey plunges his hands into Pluto's belly, tearing his skin and ripping his gut wide open. Pluto begins to shake violently as his internal organs are placed on view. Mickey still pounds away at the body, the face of Pluto slowly drifting away but full of the pain and anguish that his master is inflicting on him. The body continues to spasm, even after the light in the eyes has gone.

The body stops shaking. Mickey places his hand into the hole in Pluto's belly, tears out a piece of meat and begins to eat it whilst fucking the bloodstained arsehole of his dead pet.

The doorbell rings. Mickey stops humping his dead dog and stands still. It rings again. Through his window he can see that there is somebody at the door. That and the doorbell ringing are two big clues. He has to make a decision; either a) keep quiet and hopes that the people at the door just go away or b) yell 'the door's open' and hope for the best. Mickey opts for the second; he screams to the person outside that his door is open and that they can come in.

The doorknob turns a full 360 degrees, and into the house waltzes a young Mister Donald who, with alliteration intended, is a duck. Mickey's face widens with a broad smile as he recognises his feathery companion.

'Come on over Donald! He's still warm!'

'Gee Mickey, are you sure? I mean, this should be special moment with just you and Pluto.' Donald speaks with his usual speech impediment but in a jovial tone.

'It's okay, Donald, we weren't that close' you can fuck him too if you like.' Mickey pulls out of Pluto's arsehole, showing Donald that he will allow him to stick his feathery cock up his dead dog if he really wants to.

'It's okay Mickey, I'll stick with the head.' Donald walks over to the lifeless body of Pluto and lifts the head up to his crotch. Slowly, from underneath the feathers, his penis begins to grow. It rises to the brink of Pluto's cold dead eyes, almost touching the jellied pupils of the playful pup. As his cock reaches full turgidity, Donald begins plunging his penis into Pluto's skull, his head piercing Pluto's right eye and following through into the brain.

His feathery white shaft, moistened with eye jelly, pounds away at the brain of Pluto. Donald thrusting repeatedly in through Pluto's eye socket, each thrust penetrating deep inside the spongy grey matter. The dog's brains, still warm, close in around Donald's cock as it enters, forming a tight seal around the head causing Donald to moan with pleasure as his cock pounds away at the skull of his friend's dead pet.

At the rear, Mickey continues to slide his big black beast down Pluto's crusty anus. He tears away at the innards of the corpse, ripping off a piece of meat and eating the bloodied handful with a smile on his face. He looks over to Donald who, with the skull fucking and all, seems near orgasm.

'Hey, Donald! Why don't we come together at the same time?' Mickey asks in an excited tone.

'Sure, Mickey, but I don't think I can hold on too long.' Donald's reply is coupled with a moan as he slides his cock faster into the well lubricated brain cavity of Pluto's skull.

'Tell me when you're ready, Donald, and I'll try to keep up, okay?'

'Okay Mickey.' Mickey's thrusts become harder and faster as he penetrates deeper into the bloodstained anus of Pluto's carcass. His cock rises in and out of the lifeless body, sliding all the way in and sliding all the way out faster and faster.

'I'm ready, Mickey!' shouts Donald in a high pitched squawk, followed by a moan as he shoots his cream into Pluto's dead head.

'Yes!' shouts Mickey as his black snake sprays white jelly onto the walls of Pluto's anus.

As the moment passes, and as the animated characters clean themselves up, an uneasy atmosphere began to arise between Donald and Mickey. The carcass of Pluto is left propped up against the sofa, and all the blood, faeces and semen are mopped up by unseen forces. Mickey, who has placed his trademark shorts back onto his person, notices that Donald is staring at him.

'What is it, Donald?' Mickey asks in his happy yet patronising tone of voice. Donald doesn't answer; he stands motionless as he stares at Mickey, his feathery brow furrowed. 'What did you come round here for anyway?' Mickey speaks sternly. He's getting worried- Donald has never acted like this before.

Suddenly, in a blur of rage and adrenaline, Donald leaps onto Mickey, causing him to fall to the ground. He lands on his waist and begins punching the mouse's face, with only a mere 'Donald, what are you do-' as a deterrent.

Mickey loses consciousness after Donald breaks his nose. As his blood pours down his face, he faints, and after being punched repeatedly this evolves into full unconsciousness. Donald stands up and begins laughing with glee. These chortles lift his spirits and reawaken his aching muscles. Leaving the unconscious Mickey in the living room, Donald walks into the kitchen to try and find some rope. Finding the rope, he returns to the vulnerable celebrity and ties his hands and feet together in a somewhat comical fashion. When thoroughly secured Donald begins carrying the trussed up rodent to his car and places him in the boot.

Donald re-enters Mickey's house, and removes any evidence attributing to his being inside at the time of Mickey's kidnapping. Leaving the house, Donald places a lock on Mickey's door and walks calmly to his car where, in a calm manner, he opens the car door and sits down. Donald, now in what one would say is a calm state, coolly turns the ignition and accelerates out of Mickey's driveway.

Donald drives his car for what seems like an age. He passes the sunny mountain and the lollipop village, along with all the other attractions that the tourist and film director love, until he reaches the industrial part of the Disney universe. He parks right up next to 'Abandoned Warehouse 256' and carries the now conscious Mickey inside.

All abandoned warehouses have already been equipped with an ACME issue 'Torture Area Deluxe' so not much work is needed to be done on Donald's part. Breathing a sigh of relief, he chains Mickey's wrists and ankles with the ACME 'Wrist and Ankle Iron Shackles Set' and hangs him from the ACME 'Reinforced Spread Eagle Torture Board'. Mickey tries to fight back but is still too woozy from the pummelling he received back at his house.

As Donald finishes his preparations, Mickey becomes aware of his surroundings and lets off a plea for mercy. 'Please Donald! Don't do this! After all we have been through, why do you want to do this to me?!' Mickey speaks softly but in a pathetic manner as if to derive some level of pity.

'You want to know why? You want to know why I have brought you here and shackled you to a reinforced torture board? I'll tell you why, I'm jealous.' Donald speaks in his usual voice but with a monotonous edge. He withdraws himself from feeling anything for Mickey other than this hate. 'I am envious of your fame, and your fan base and your love!' Donald's speech is enticed with rage. He is unable to control himself as he recites his monologue.

'But you've had fame, Donald, you have a fan base!' Mickey pleads with the enraged Donald, seeking some way to get through to him.

'What about love, Mickey?! You have love! Where's mine?!'

'You have Daisy!'

'That whore?! She's done it with everyone! Even my nephews!'

'But Donald, I care about you! You're my friend and we'll always be good friends!' Mickey tries to coerce some sympathy from the duck. He cannot see how far Donald has truly gone.

'Liar! You've lied all these years, you've promoted all these feelings to all those people out there in the world and not for one second have you truly cared about anyone of them, not your co-workers, not the public, not even Minnie!' Donald's anger starts getting personal; he truly does not care about his former friend and believes that he deserves what punishment he is going to put him through.

'I love Minnie!'

'You love yourself! Have you ever noticed that Minnie is just a female version of your body? You haven't, have you? You've deluded yourself into thinking that you truly love this woman when in fact it is just you having some glory wank over yourself!' Donald's words connect with Mickey as he realises what he has done, this renders Mickey speechless.

The wind blows through the abandoned warehouse and the sun shines through the various broken windows forming patterns on the floor. Donald organises the tools he will be using into order of priority as he waits for Mickey to speak. After an eternity, he speaks in a pseudo-calm voice. 'Okay. I understand now, Donald, I know what I have done and I'm sorry. Now, can you let me go? I've learnt my lesson.' Donald ignores him and focuses on organising his tools. 'Fucking shit! I've learnt my fucking lesson! Let me go!' Mickey shakes the chains in anguish as he screams for his freedom.

'You know it doesn't work like that Mickey.' Donald speaks nonchalantly as if the mouse's cries of pain aren't happening. 'You haven't learnt your lesson, you just want to go home where you can watch television and stroke your dead dog but that ain't gonna happen.'

'But I have learnt my lesson, just please let me go!'

'No.' Donald allows Mickey to cry; it distracts attention from him picking up an ACME 'Sharpened Spoon'. 'I am now going to remove your big white eyes, okay?' Before Mickey can answer, Donald sticks the spoon into Mickey's right eye, piercing the pupil, and swirls the spoon around causing Mickey's eye jelly to break apart and drip onto the ground. Mickey feels his eye being shred, the cold metal twisting around inside producing a mixture of jelly and blood to pour down his face. This causes him to yelp and squeal as the intense agony envelops him. The remainder of his eye dribbles down his cheek like a discarded piece of wayward jam.

Donald pauses for a moment. He listens to Mickey's whimpers and his beak broadens to a smile. As the cries of pain dwindle and Mickey resorts to snivelling, Donald turns to Mickey. 'And now for the other eye.'

'No!' Mickey screams. 'No, no, no, no!'

'I am sorry Mickey, but I must remove your eyes, otherwise you will never truly see what you have become.' Donald is quite methodical, but he listens with enjoyment to Mickey's anger.

'I won't be able to see anything!' Mickey moans as tears drip from his remaining eye.

'I'll tell you what, Mickey. I'll remove your eye differently from last time if you just stop whining.'

'Will it hurt?' Mickey mumbles, his voice stifled with pain and fear.

'We'll find out.' Replies Donald as the spoon was inserted into the side of Mickey's right eye; it cuts away at the muscle keeping it in place. Mickey screams as his blood sprays from his eye socket, he feels his eye being torn from the muscle and yelps with agony as it slides down his face. His eye dangles comically for a while until the muscle snaps and it hits the floor with an echoing splat.

Mickey lashes out blindly (obviously) but in vain. Despite all his rage, pain and aggression he cannot break free of the ACME 'Wrist and Ankle Iron Shackles Set' that keeps him restrained. He slumps up against the ACME 'Reinforced Spread Eagle Torture Board' and relinquishes a sob. 'Stop, Donald!' Mickey cries 'Just please stop!'

'You are awfully noisy y'know' I think I'll have to do something about that.' Donald picks up a needle and thread, 'Now don't move your lips.'

Mickey panics 'What are you doing Donald? No, stop it, Donald, what are you doing?! Donald, please stop! Just'Donald, please!'

'I said, don't move your lips!' Donald slaps Mickey across the face; the sound reverberates off the naked walls of the abandoned factory, 'Now keep still!' Mickey obeys, even when the needle pierces through his upper lip he does not move just lets out a little squeal of pain. Donald pierces both upper and lower lips sewing in a zigzag pattern to ensure secure stitching. Mickey is reduced to a mute and breathes heavily through his nose just to stay alive.

As Donald stands up to admire his work from various angles, Mickey focuses on his breathing; he tries to forget about the situation he is in by humming. This humming drowns out Donald picking up a hacksaw, and as Mickey feels the sharp edge against his trademark ears panic envelops him. 'You were always proud of your ears, weren't you Mickey? They were always your finest feature' Minnie loved your ears and I love your ears. What do you think Mickey'will Minnie love me if I have your ears? Well, let's find out.' Mickey squirms about as Donald saws through his circular lobes, his demented screams of pain muffled by the stitching. The blood pours openly from his head onto the floor; there it mixes with the blood from his eyes and from his mouth.

Donald finishes hacking through one of the ears but appears to be too tired to continue with the other, 'I guess one will have to do, eh?' Donald speaks into the remaining ear of the famous mouse, 'She won't mind, will she? Well, it doesn't really matter.' Mickey appears to have given up. He hangs down from his chains, letting his blood flow into a congealing puddle below him. 'I guess this is goodbye then, Mickey, see you in another life!' Donald turns to leave the abandoned warehouse and walks briskly out of the exit. In his hand, he carries Mickey's severed ear and the needle and thread.

Mickey is left alone in the darkness, unable to speak and barely able to hear. In his final moments, Mickey looks back on all those times that he had entertained the children, laughed with them, played with them etc. Mickey's penis became erect. This sudden rush of blood causes Mickey to faint but his boner remains until his brain stops working due to severe blood loss.

Meanwhile, at Minnie's house, this female mouse is in the kitchen baking a cake for her beloved Mickey. She is putting the final touches to the icing when the doorbell rings. 'Who could it be?' Minnie asks herself as she hurries to the door. In the window she sees a familiar sight, a portrait view of her beloved. 'I'll be just a minute Mickey!' She shouts as she rushes back to the kitchen to pick up the cake, 'You can come in but close your eyes!'

Donald walks into Minnie's house, his blood seeping from his forehead due to his poor quality stitching of Mickey's ear to his own feathery scalp. In his hands he holds a bunch of roses hoping to surprise Minnie with this wonderful gift. Minnie returns holding the cake in front of her blocking her view, 'Surprise Mickey!' she peeks around the cake to see her beloved's reaction but is shocked to find a mutilated duck in his place.

'Surprise, Minnie!' Donald yells holding the bunch of roses out in front of him. Minnie steps backwards in fear of Donald, but trips which causes the cake to fall onto her, staining her white skirt with pink icing. 'It's me, Minnie! It's me, Mickey!'

'D-D-Donald' what have you done?' Minnie speaks in a hushed tone, slowly crawling away from her guest.

'I'm not Donald.' Donald laughs pathetically. 'I'm Mickey Mouse! Your one true love!' Donald seems adamant that he is Mickey and tries to mimic his way of speaking but fails resulting in a less than audible version of his usual voice.

'Donald, what have you done to yourself? What have you done to Mickey?!' Minnie continues to crawl away, trying to edge herself closer to a telephone or an exit or anything.

'I'm not Donald, Minnie! I'm Mickey! I can prove it to you! Look at my ears!' Donald points his head downwards so Minnie can get a good look at his handiwork.

'Christ, Donald what have you done?' Minnie cries a little, seeing what Donald has done to himself and what he has ripped off Mickey.

'Stop calling me Donald! I am not Donald!' Donald rushes forward and grabs Minnie by her shoulders and begins to shake her. 'I am not Donald! I am Mickey Mouse!'

'Stop it, Donald! Please, you're hurting me!' Donald held her down to the ground, as he shakes her she bangs her head against the floorboards.

'Say it! Say I am Mickey Mouse!' Donald screams into the face of Minnie.

'You're Donald Duck! Look at you, you're a duck, how could you be Mickey?'

Minnie squirms about on the floor, trying to break free of Donald's grip, but Donald is too strong for her.

'I'll show you how much I love you, Minnie! I'll show you how much Mickey loves you!' Once again, from underneath his feathers, Donald's penis begins to grow but larger and harder than it was before. Donald lifts Minnie's stained skirt with his beak and rips off her panties with his mouth holding the struggling mouse in place as he positioned his white cock already dribbling with pre-cum.

'Donald don't do this! Think of our friendship! Think of all the films we've produced!' Minnie tries to coerce Donald with companionship and capitalist ideals but Donald's mind is set on one thing and one thing only.

'My name is Mickey!' screams Donald as he forces his cock inbetween the tight lips of Minnie's cunt. Tearing her labia as he shoves his fat penis deep into her pussy, penetrating further than Mickey could ever penetrate in his wildest dreams.

'No, don't!' Minnie moans as Donald retracts his monster cock and thrusts himself back inside her warm tight fanny. Minnie's cunt blood dribbles down Donald's shaft as he continues to pound away at the mouse's beaver. 'No! Please no!' Minnie screams as she reaches orgasm and excretes her bodily fluids onto Donalds huge prick creating easier access.

Donald is nowhere near orgasm. He lifts Minnie's top over her head and begins to suck away at her furry tits. He licks each individual nipple and bites down to see the reaction of Minnie, she moans in delight as she slowly begins to enjoy having her pussy pummelled and her nipples licked. Donald recognises this and bites down hard on her nipple drawing blood he then rips the breast right off just to see Minnie's further reaction. Minnie's eyes bulge and tears drip down her face, she screeches in agony as Donald removes her breast and throws it into the cake.

The blood drips down her torso and onto Donald's snowy dick turning it a further shade of pink The sight of blood reawakens Donald's lust and he begins to hump harder and faster, he pounds Minnie's bloodied vagina with a higher intensity and penetrates her innards deep.

As Donald intensifies, Minnie unwillingly comes again and again. Her pleasure reaches such heights that she doesn't feel the pain in her chest. Finally, as Donald's chalky white stick shoots his sticky goodness deep inside Minnie's gash, he breathes a sigh of relief, stands up and turns to the camera. 'To quote my friend, the late Porky Pig, that's all folks!'

The band plays nice happy tones and the credits roll.
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Did this shit get started in Japan or something? I'm not just saying that because a lot of shit like this gets started over there, but because I've heard of something almost exactly like it in reference to the Touhou games or something. Google "Yukkuri Abuse," it's about these cute mascot things being killed in horrible ways that's apparently exactly the same as this fluffie abuse stuff. Even when they go out of their way to be :deviant: I suppose bronies win no points for originality.
 
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GL99 said:
Did this shit get started in Japan or something? I'm not just saying that because a lot of shit like this gets started over there, but because I've heard of something almost exactly like it in reference to the Touhou games or something. Google "Yukkuri Abuse," it's about these cute mascot things being killed in horrible ways that's apparently exactly the same as this fluffie abuse stuff. Even when they go out of their way to be :deviant: I suppose bronies win no points for originality.
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Yes. It's basically exactly the same shit.
 
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as an alternative to movie night we could host a fluffy fiction dramatic reading night where we dust off our mics and narrate stories like this one, which i understand was written by one of our very own members

The Adventure of Timmy McTween the WORST ABUSER!

Timmy McTween was the typical teenager, whiny, boring, and didn't know how to shower. There was one thing he more than anything though. Timmy hated fluffies with a passion, but there was a problem with his boiling hatred. Understand that Timmy was an oppressed abuser who lived in a hugboxer household. His family loved fluffies and owned one. Their fluffy Sprinkles had a white coat with a brown mane. Sprinkles was pregnant with her first batch of foals. Everyone was happy.

Everyone, except for Timmy.

Timmy had been thinking of ways to deal with this fluffy issue. So this is a set of Timmy's adventures in dealing with the annoying fluffy.

-----ADVENTURE 1: THE POOPIES-----

Timmy watched as his sister played with Sprinkles. Sprinkles was happily rolling about and singing her little songs as Timmy glared at her. He tried finding ways to get rid of that annoying little fluffy. He sat and stared but all the teenage angst in the world would not let him come up with an idea.

"mummah, need to make poopies!" Sprinkles said as Timmy's Sister Carol picked up Sprinkles and carried her to the litter box. Timmy's young brain than hatched an idea. He licked his lips and then waited til night came.

Timmy snuck into the fluffy's saferoom. Recently remodeled so that the foals will have a happy time here. Timmy then wandered over the litterbox. He kicked it over and let all the poopies and clumps of litter spill out. "Just as planned.." He whispered to himself as he ran out of the room.

The next morning Sprinkles was crying. Timmy woke up and smiled his plan had worked, but when he arrived in the saferoom. He was shocked to find out that nothing went as planned. His parents were on their hands and knees cleaning up the litter as Sprinkles cried "su sowwy.. nu kno wha happen!" Sprinkles kept crying to the parents as Carol was patting her consolingly.

"Obviously you kicked the litter over! You just want to make bad poopies everywhere don't you!" Timmy shouted at the fluffy. As he moved closer pointing a finger. "Bad fluffy! Now where is that sorry stick..." Timmy said while moving about. Sprinkles started crying even louder.

"Shush you idiot. Sprinkles was with me last night!" Carol said to Timmy. Timmy stared at Sprinkles who nodded while hugging Carol's chest. A scowl came on Timmy's face as he wandered out of the room. He won't make that mistake AGAIN!"

Timmy snuck into the saferoom again that night and confirmed that Sprinkles was indeed in her bed. Timmy then smiled and kicked the litter over. Timmy stared at his handywork but it realized it wasn't enough. Timmy pulled his pants down and squatted over the litter. Scooting each way as made a trail of poop from the litterbox to the fluffy's bed. Timmy was just about finished when Sprinkles screamed

"M..M..MUMMAH!" Sprinkles shouted as she began panting and crying out. Carol turned on the light and screamed when she saw Timmy. Their parents came downstairs and both got mad at Timmy. "Boy, I'm going to kick your ass!" Timmy's father shouted as Sprinkles then screamed again.

"HAB BIGGEST POOPPIEEEESSS!" Sprinkles shouted loudly. Carol rushed over and helped Sprinkles give birth. The mother also helped Sprinkles out by cleaning each baby and giving it to Sprinkles. They made sure Sprinkles will accept each baby even if it was a bad baby or a runt so that it can have a few moments of peace and happiness.

The father looked over at Timmy. Timmy was still squatting , his face red with embarassment and anger. "Looks like Sprinkles isn't the only one who is having biggest poopies right now." Timmy's father said as he folded his arms over his chest.

-----ADVENTURE 2: FLYING FOAL-----

Sprinkles foals were all well and good. She had three happy little babies and they were all good babies at that. Sprinkles was playing with all of them. Oreo, with a black mane and white fluff. Berry, with a green mane and pink fluff. Pudding, with a black mane and brown fluff. All the babies were happy and never went hungry. Sprinkles was a caring and doting mother who didn't favor one baby or the other. There were a few issues after the babies started talking, walking, and opening their eyes. Berry who was a pegasus fluff wanted to fly so badly!

Berry once climbed up on top of a stuffy friend and jumped off! She didn't get hurt, but she was very scared. Berry was going to try again because she didn't want to give up!

Timmy was in his room brooding over the punishment he recieved for shitting in the fluffy's room. He was so mad that he just wanted to kill those little foals. That was when he got an idea. He couldn't get in trouble if he didn't get caught right? Timmy smiled as he began to think of a plan.

Berry did a running jump off a pillow and landed onto a softer pillow. "hehe soft!" she shouted as Carol teased Berry lovingly. Berry rolled about giggling all the while Carol was watching TV. Carol got a call from her boyfriend and placed Berry with her family and ran off. Timmy was standing in the door way with a piece of string in his hand.

"So you wanna fly huh?" Timmy said to the little foal. Berry just nodded and began walking off. "I can help you if you want.. come here..." Timmy said to the foal. Berry being the innoncent little creature she is did not worry and ran over to Timmy right away. Timmy grabbed her and placed a string through her collar. He then tied the string to an old Remote Controlled Drone that his father had laying around. He placed the foal on top and let it take off through their house.

"WHEEEE!!!" Berry shouted as the little drone flew through the household. Berry was having the time of her life as her siblings all noticed "Wook mummah! Bewwy is fwying!" was all they were saying. Sprinkles looked on in awe. Tears in her eyes as she looked up and smiled "Mummah wub yew babbeh! Pweeze be cawefuw!" Sprinkles shouted as she watched her little baby twirl in the air.

Timmy smiled as he did a loop-de-loop around. He was going to finish the job when he saw something leaking off the drone. He then looked at Berry who shit all over the drone began to spark a little and began to quietly power down. "no no no not now FUCK!" Timmy was shouting like mad trying to get the drone to regain power and speed. The drone was powering down. Timmy just dropped the remote and was going to let it crash, but instead it came down with a gentle landing near the stuffy friends.

Berry dismounted the plane and managed to walk away a bit dizzy from the experience. "Dat was fun.. nu wanna fwy nu mowe tho.." Berry said to her family. Timmy slammed his head against the wall cursing loudly as the fluffy family all talked about Berry's big adventure. Timmy knew he was in trouble again, but he knew that he had to shut the fluffies up. He had to resort to drastic.. measures..

Timmy's dad stood in the doorway of the saferoom. His figure towering over everyone. "WOok daddeh! mista timmy hewp babbeh fwy!" Sprinkles said as Timmy's father looked at them with a smile and then back to Timmy before crossing his arms again. Timmy's father opened his mouth...

"3 Months, no phone, no internet, no friends."

-----ADVENTURE 3: OVER STUFFING!-----

Timmy's room was locked. He didn't want to see any of the fluffies, and he didn't want anyone getting inside his room. He looked around thinking of ways to get the fluffies back for what they did.

Another sick idea popped into his head. He knew fluffies loved skettis and he was going to give them ALL the skettis. Timmy just had to wait til his family was gone.

When their family left to go to work and school. Timmy waited patiently and faked an illness. His family fell for the trick, but his dad left a warning that if Timmy tried to hurt the fluffies again. He will make a pillow out of Timmy.

Timmy gave no shits and went to the kitchen. He pulled out as many jars of pasta, spaghetti, and everything he needed. Timmy began to cook as he could hear the fluffies talking from the safe room "SKETTIS! SMEWW WIKE SKETTIS!" Timmy smiled as he scooped the Spaghetti into a huge bowl. The bowl was massive, and as a joke Timmy placed the bowl on a scale to see how much it weighed with all the Skettis. It weighed 32 pounds. Perfect.

Carrying the bowl to the saferoom was a chore for Timmy, but when he got the room's door open the fluffies were bouncing about. The little foals were weaning already and this was going to be their fist real dish of spaghetti. Sprinkles walked up and took the first bite. "Dese are sooo good! Fank yew mista timmy!" she said before letting her foals dive in. All the fluffies at their fill.

Timmy watched and waited. He knew it was going to happen, once it did though he will laugh at how stupid these creatures are. Oreo was numming as much as he could before plopping over. "n..nu mowe skeetis pweez... so nummeh.." Oreo said as he fell back smiling. Sprinkles giggled and kept gulping down as the other foals began to plop down too. They didn't eat as much as their grown mother, but they still enjoyed their meal. Sprinkles eventaully ate her fill and carefully directed each foal to the litterbox so they could make their good poopies.

As each foal passed their gas Timmy began to sweat and freak out. "no no no you need to eat more! Do you know how HARD this was for me to make? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK!" Timmy began to shout at the fluffies. Sprinkles and foals all yawned and looked onward.

"Fank yew fow skettis mista timmy, bu nu can num no mowe. Dun wanna get timmy huwties.. and babbehs nu hungwy nu mowe. Mebbe gib some to odda fwuffies?" Sprinkles suggested to Timmy as she curled up in a fluffpile with her babies.

Timmy's face grew red as his hands balled up. "no no no. They were suppose to eat til they burst. They are suppose to just eat like pigs!" Timmy shouted and screamed. "These might be the lastest sketttis you will ever get!" He shouted at the sleeping fluffies. Timmy got really angry and looked at the bowl. Barely half of it was eaten as he got down on all fours. "YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE ANIMALS. ARGH!"

A new idea popped up in Timmy's head. He smiled and looked onward. He knew his family was going to be gone for atleast another hour and this was going to be his big chance.

"THIS IS HOW YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO EAT SKETTIS!" Timmy shouted as he dived in and made a huge mess with the skettis. Splattering it over the wall and throwing sauce on the fluffies. He made sure not to waste a drop of it as he then placed the fluffies in the bowl. The fluffies didn't stir from their food coma. Timmy began to shovel more food into his mouth. He didn't care if the skettis mixed with kibble or whatever but he did it to mock the fluffies, "MMM SKETTIS SO GOOD!" Timmy shouted at the fluffies who were still passed out.

Sprinkles' ear twitched a little bit as she rolled over. Timmy got angry at this and walked up as he felt his stomach rumble and he choked a bit before throwing up all over the saferoom. He kept upchucking and vomiting everywhere. All the skettis and kibble he stuffed in his face now flowing everywhere in the room.

It took awhile but the family finally arrived back and what they saw surprised them. Timmy was laying on the floor still throwing up massive amounts of spaghetti as the perfectly clean fluffies lay in a huge bowl completely untouched. Carol woke Sprinkles up and asked what happend. Sprinkles told them everythin and the foals confirmed it. Timmy tried to talk but more skettis just fell out of his mouth. Timmy's father grew even more upset at this and rubbed his head.

Timmy was being escorted to the hospitial to get his stomach pumped while Carol spent time with the fluffies. The fluffies looked around the room at the mess Timmy made. Pasta sauce on the walls, spaghetti and kibble thrown about on the carpet. Vomit everywhere. The fluffies were careful not to get any of the rotten food on their fluff as they made their way to the litterbox.

Pudding was the first fluffy to speak up at the situation..

"Mista Timmy suwe wub dose skettis!"
 
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