Day 18 of Flufftober brings us the first and last time Honeydew ever complained about her “saferoom”, which in truth was really just a closet.
Sometimes, when Honeydew gets a little antsy from sitting around all day, John will take her precious ribbon, her only emotional safety blanket and hide it. It tends to keep her from crying for a while… Until it doesn’t.
Honeydew took her chances and grabbed a mouthful of cheetos. The little pick-packet paid the price with a game of cops and robbers.
John needed a little extra cash and decided that when Honeydew wasn’t pregnant, she’d provide other services to the neighbourhood lunatics.
Sitting in her piss and shit, heavily pregnant, immobile, starving and thirsty… Just the way John likes her.
Be careful what you wish for. Honeydew wanted to see the snow, and she got exactly what she wanted.
Little does Honeydew know, she has been sat in the naughty corner for 19 hours. John had simply forgot.
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I hate that dumbass sooooooo much
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John is one funny guy
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Funny as a bag of shattered bricks. At least with a bag of complete bricks, I could build something useful with them.
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Are you saying she didn’t deserve all that? Because she did
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Wait, so will the babies be a hybrid of human and fluffy or what?
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No. These are all snapshots taken from different moments in her life. Some of them newer, some of them older.
Also, she wasn’t ‘bred’ with any human, just tortured for extra drinking money.
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Ok, but you’ve got to admit, the carrot penis on the snowfluffy is pretty funny.
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delicious, i love honeydews misery
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One more batch to go.
I might do a sequel with John for the 12 days of fluffmas.
Oh okay, I was so confused
I think you will find that your last picture suffers from Fluffy In The Corner (FICT) Syndrome
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Dumb cunt corner is home to many fluffies
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“Da Woom” XD
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I have single handedly changed PonePone’s XXL lore with that picture. We both now agree that 9/10 XXLs view watching the room as a euphoric and semi religious experience, while regular fluffies just don’t get it.
