“Alright guys, time to get started on our favorite part of the stream, here we have these two little guys here. They’ve finished all the milk in the cans, and they can’t wait to get out and give us all the hugs and love.”
You unscrew the can and take the fluffy inside over a small bucket, with his back legs resting on the rim, you lift his mane with the hand you’re holding him, and with the other you pull the cork plugging him.
“Babbeh wuvs poopie upisies. Wuv daddeh.” He says as he takes his first shit ever.
You leave him belly forward and upright, you spread each of his legs and tie them to the wall by rusty wires.
“Why weggies nuh wowk?”
Without a word, you repeat the process in the other foal, leaving both of them tied up side by side as they moan and complain.
“This one here was a bitch to make, but it WAS the most voted on the poll.”
You take the device, a 3d printed, miniature pear of anguish, it was a tough getting the small parts and gears to fit, but it was nothing that a magnifying glass, pincers, and a guy to do it for ten bucks couldn’t do.
You put it in the mouth of the first foal, he suckles on it by reflex, you take a long and thin rod to use as a lever and open up the pear.
“Babbeh hungwy tuh!” The female foal begs innocently.
The blue foal starts to panic as the pear opens and spreads his maw wider than it was ever intended to, you stop it just as his cheeks start to tear and bleed, but before the jaw dislocates.
You slide off the lever, and take another implement.
A simple metal metal hose tie, you untie the foal’s right hoof, so you can slide it up to his “knee”.
Using the lever, you twist the screw, tightening the metal ring, crushing the muffled foal’s hoof millimeter by agonizing millimeter.
The foal can’t do anything but release pitiful wheezings as his chest spasms.
You stop when you feel it reached the bone, the foal had thrown up through the pear and started seizing.
"Well, moving to the next foal for now. This here is a request from Fillybuster."
You show to the camera the simple instrument requested, a small plastic cylinder, round at the tip, with strips of small hooked spikes on it’s sides.
To show the audience how far it would reach, you place it against the girl fluffy’s torso. The tip of the plastic rod reaching it’s neck.
As you press the round plastic tip against her behind, the foal squirms and screams.
“Nuh touchies poopie pwace! peep Am onwy widdwe babbeh! peep nuh wan bad touchies! Babbeh nuh fow poopie pwace touchie!”
You slowly start to insert the small rod.
“eeeeeep nuh wike nuh wike nuh wike! Nuh wan no-no huwties! Daddeh am munstah! Munstah! Munstah! Munstah! peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.”
You feel a little resistance, and put a show of forcing the stake through, the resistance fades as you easily slide the pole up, bursting internal organs as it goes.
Once it was fully inside, the foal’s throat can be seen bulging, blood flowing weakly from it’s mouth and anus.
You untie the two, throwing them into the bucket you used to give them the only relief they ever had and would have before they get the sweet release of death.
You take another foal in a can, showing it to the camera in all it’s brown glory, taking it out of the can, you don’t unplug it, but you take a carpet of multi-colored LEGO® blocks from under the table, that you use to lay the foal in.
“The next spin is a courtesy of Hugs And Rainbows, who requested we start by giving the lucky foal the LEGO® experience.”
You take another rainbow patterned LEGO® carpet, blanketing the foal in two layers of blocks
“peep peep peep” The distressed foal tries to drag itself away, but before it can take more than a step, you put a similar carpet over the first one, the weight of four layers of blocks pressing the foal down. “peeeep” It let’s out before you drop another two layers of blocks on it.
You drop another and the foal can’t scream anymore, all the air already pushed out of it’s lugs.
BLAARGHH
Shit and blood comes out from the foal’s mouth.
“Wow that’s a first! Looks like his asshole was stronger than it’s organs!”
You take the block tower from over the foal, letting the camera see the now squeezed foal as it lay squirming, looking desperate at you, lifting it’s arms as if begging you to make the pain stop.
“What a shame, you made bad poopie wawas everywhere! And just as I was just about to help you make good poopies.” You say as you pull out the cork from it’s anus, a small drip of poop falls down it’s backside, giving him no relief. “If you were a good boy I would give you hugs and love, but you’re a bad boy that makes bad poopies.” You say with a calm and soothing voice. “You don’t deserve hugs and love, you’re a bad poopie fluffy.”
It makes a last desperate squirming wiggle, begore it stops moving
“Since that one was faulty, I get another one, let’s see if this one just blows it’s ass out like normal.”
As you repeat the juicing process on another bloated foal, you offer an explanation to the audience.
“For those that don’t know, foals that are left with their cork for too long , will, as a rule, just fart out the plug. But! If the foal in question has an overactive digestion system, it may bursts it’s belly instead of it’s ass! So remember to take the cork out as soon as possible once the milk is over!”
plop bruuurp
“peep peep peep peep Poopie pwace huwties!”
You take the bricks off and let the camera see the result, the foal’s backside let out almost his own weight in shit, a trickle of blood runs down his prolapsed anus.
“Of course pressure like this also blows their cork out, but taking the cork out by hand should prevent any damage to the anus, so remember to always be extra careful with your new friend from the can.”
You go to your station and put the video on, to the viewers it will look like you’re doing a live spin on the wheel, but in reality you’ve already prepared everything ahead of time.
‘Let’s see what’s gonna be in it for this foal here on the: WHEEL! OF! TORTURE!’ goes the recording.
The wheel has the name of various liquids with each one in a slice: cold and hot water, milk, shit, piss, lemon juice, ethanol, hot sauce, and, today’s “winner” PFC, breathable liquit.
You finally got you hands on some of it! It took a lot of begging and bribes to a lab guy, but you do have enough for at least one show.
“Look at that guys, we’re having exotic fun today! How long you guys think it will last in there? Make your bets in chat and let’s get to it!”
You take the glass sphere and the container with the highly oxygenated liquid to the table.
"cooooo Wove wickie cweanies"The foal relaxes in your hands as you clean it with a wet wipe, after all, no one wants shit blocking the view, especially not when you got six cameras to capture every angle!
And so goes a happy and clean foal into the hollow orb.
"Daddeh! Babbeh hungwy! Wan miwkies! "
“You demanding little turd, you think you can order me!?” You scream, making the famished foal flinch. “You’re a bad babbeh! The worstest babbeh ever! I hate you!”
“Nuuuuuuuuh! Babbeh sowwy daddeh! Nuh mean tuh! Am onwy widdwe babbeh! Babbeh onwy wan miwkies fow nuh hab tummy huwties!”
“Oh, you’re indeed a good babbeh! Thats alright little guy, sorry for screaming.I’ll get you something to drink right now.”
You start pouring the breathable liquid in the glass, and both the foal and chat goes wild.
“peep Nuh wike! Wawa bad fow babbeh! peep” It screams while trying to climb the spherical glass, it’s not long before it is fully submerged.
“There it is chat, all the terror from their hydrophobia, without the near instant drowning, of course, it will drown soon after either the liquid fills with carbon or when it can’t circulate the liquid from it’s lungs anymore. And with how loud those foals can scream, I believe they should have a strong diaphragm for their size.”
You leave the audience to watch as the foal slowly drowns and set up the next and last request.
Fifteen foals, five normal, five pillowed, five pillowed and bald, and one wooden frame with ten strips of fishing lines in five rows.
…
You desperately try to plead, but the wawa soon covers your head.
You breathe out, bubbles rising from your mouth, you pull in, your lungs filling with the liquid. It burns your breathing places, you push the liquid out, and instinctively pull in once more.
Filling your lungs with the breathable water again and again, you watch your daddeh’s back as he leaves you there.
Why did he leave you in the wawa? Didn’t he just say you were a good baby?
Out. In.
You never even got to run and splore…
Out. In.
You didn’t get to hug your friends…
Out. In.
You never got a name…
Out. In.
You see daddeh bringing a lot of friends! And stuffy friends like you’ve seen on FluffyTV!
Out. In.
He’s gonna save you!
Out. In.
He’s gonna save you at any moment.
Out. In.
He’s gonna save you and give you hugs, and toys, and milkies, and love!
Out. In.
He’s gonna save you and…
Out. In.
HE’S SAVING YOU!
…
You put your hand into the glass, it goes just far enough that your fingers touch the foal’s upper limbs, it desperately tries to climb, to jump up.
“Hey guys, did you know that hope can keep a living being fighting a lot longer than it would normally? They did some fucked up experiments about it, look it up!”
He keeps at it for a whole other minute before going limp.
“That was some crazy fun wasn’t it guys? Who ever saw a fluffy drowning for two minutes straight? And now the last one, a request from Pwuppy.
A Fluffy. Newton. Cradle.
Would it work? Short answer, Hell no!
You see, Newton’s Cradles work with conservation of momentum and, mostly, elastic collisions,. Since no one 's here for a physics lesson, let’s just say that fluffies are too fat and full of water for it to work.”
You show the fifteen foals and the frame to the audience, before putting it in the middle of the six cameras after moving the drowned foal away.
"What we are here for, is to see what happens anyway. 'Cause fucken, that’s why!
Five chirpy foals, eyes closed and still plugged, tied to each pair of fishing lines by their upper arms, all facing left.
You pull one as far as the lines allow, before letting it go and bounce on the others.
What happens is a pathetic impact that barely pushes the foals forwards, that does cause the two first foals to throw up, with the last foal in line being pushed barely more than a centimeter forward before going back.
“As you guys can see, the foals can’t get enough momentum to do much. They are, after all, too light to even hang properly. And even if it did it get enough energy, it would all be lost on the other foals.”
You flip the first foal, showing it’s indented and bleeding muzzle.
“wheeze wheeze”
“Of course, the first foals in line threw up due to it’s stomach smashing on the second one’s back, but the remaining energy or something caused their heads to move around and hit, let’s see it in slow motion.”
As the audience watches the replays, you go and flip the second foal backwards, you press the back of his head where the first foal had hit it, stopping when you feel the bone give in, you take your ear close to it’s mouth and hear a satisfying noise.
You put it back in place before waiting for the replays to be done.
“Incredible! And have a listen to this foal! It can be hard to really hear it, so let me get the microphone closer.”
And so you take the audio capturing device closer, almost touching the foal’s lips, allowing the noise the foal is making to be better discernible.
“chep chep chep”
“You see it guys? 100% DERPED.”
You remove the two damaged ones, sliding the lines with the three remaining foals to the middle.
“Now let’s see what happens if we drop a foal from both sides at once.”
The results are predictable, even if entertaining to the audience.
This time you actually put some strength into pushing the foals, instead of just letting them fall naturaly like the first one.
The foal in the middle, once squeezed by the other two, not only throws up, but his cork also pops, spraying shit all over the table. The three foals expire quickly, their skulls fractured, two with muzzles flattened, looking more like cartoon characters than real creatures.
The pillowed foals, with and without fur, all share the same fate as the five who came before, tied by their stumps, they are thrown against each other and to their deaths just for the entertainment of your audience.
“That’s it for today’s sponsor, Foal-in-a-Can™. “A canned foal can be as fun as a foal can be!”
We’ll go back to the stream after a five minutes break.”
