You never know what you might find exploring an old, badly kept park, some places are too bad for even crackheads to stay, but Fluffies will call any home a castle. And some seem to even dare think of themselves as royalty even as they lay in their own waste with no food or roof.
Walk with me as I explore the lives of Fluffies in places humanity has forsaken.
“My, my. Look at those thorny branches just sitting so precariously above your head. Would t it just be a pity if someone were to… wrap your fat cunty body with those thorns and let them rip and tear you to fucking shreds.”
Wrap it up in thorns & rip it like a top!
So small. So round. So…kickable.
Fool it into thinking that you will give her skettis then maker her eat the thorn.
Or you can throw her like baseball ball
You know what guys. Lets give her a hand. Lets help her have her babies … above those thorny vines, and let her go save them. Mares tend to have strong maternal instincts, use them against her and have her impale herself on the thorns 
She doesn’t need legs, and her babbehs don’t need oxygen.
How easily can a heavily pregnant mare flip over when placed on her back, I wonder
How arrogant, but there is always time to put the “shit” in its right place
Just hurt her and the abort her unwanted kids.
