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- >be fluffy pony researcher
- >you just got a crate of stallions to start a new herd
- >four out of thirty had their little testicles ruptured when they were force-packed into the crate by uncaring migrant workers
- >five more braindead from heatstroke after being shipped in an unventilated truck trailer with 1,995 other screaming, hyperventilating fur coats
- >notbad.jpg
- >set those 9 aside for the employee rec room
- >quickly take the rest out and hose the rancid waste out of their fur
- >bring them into the habitat
- >point out the water supply and the mares, order them to get to humping
- >fluffies protest "why no foodies?" "wan sketti!" "no wan make speciaw hugs, tummy ouchie"
- >judicious use of shockstick 'encourages' them to approach the mares
- >most stallions quickly begin humping as instructed
- >one, however, is completely diffident toward the mare you single out for him, mumbling so low she can't hear him
- >the mare waddles away and you walk in and pick the fluffy up
- >"We got a possible." "Okay, table 1's ready."
- >you take the fluffy over to a table and shave its entire lower body, prompting cries of "give fwuff! wan' fwuff back!"
- >you fit the fluffy with a small set of khaki pants and cinch them up with a tight belt to prevent it from taking them off and then take it back to the pen
- >you set it down in front of the mare again and the fluffy once again stares at the ground while mumbling at her
- >suddenly spaghetti begins to pour out of the pockets on the fluffy's pants
- >the mare squees with delight and runs up to him, causing the flow to intensify
- >"Food's on, ya little shits!"
- >justasplanned.wav
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