The Replacements (by fluffysomething)


Basically, yes


The camera cuts to two Hasbio™️ representatives, each holding up a Bestest Sickie Friend™️. They proceed to take out two Fluffies, one of them very bloated.


“Are you tired of crying Litter-Pals™️ who always take about how ‘poopies aren’t nummies’?” One of the representatives say, turning the camera to show a crying fluffy in a box.

“Then, we have the thing for you! Meet Bestest Sickie Friends, again! Bestest Sickie Friends will eat anything that comes out a fluffy and enjoy it, making your job easier!” The other representative smiles, turning the camera back to them before speaking.

“Let’s see this work happen right now! Lavender, go in the other room.” The aforementioned representative opens a door, letting a Bestest Sickie Friend and a purple fluffy inside.


The camera shows the inside of a room, the two standing in it.

“Nee’ maek poopies! Num poopies, nao!” Lavender shouts, blasting shit all over the Bestest Sickie Friend’s round face.

“Nummies! Fank ‘ou fo’ nummies, fwiend!” The Bestest Sickie Friend squeals, scraping the waste off its face and eating it.

“Tummeh-babbehs nee’ dummeh tu wickie-cwean when dey am babbehs! 'Ou du dat, tuu!” Lavender huffs, causing the Bestest Sickie Friend to nod with a piqued sense of interest.

“Tummie-baybees? Pwease gib… Wan mowe nummies…” The Bestest Sickie Friend begs, coming closer to Lavender, pushing her, and sitting on her stomach.

“Hewp! Hewp, Has-Bai-Oh mistahs! Nee’ hewp! Bad fo’ tummeh-babbehs!” Lavender screams, the ‘Hasbio misters’ being too busy with watching with curiosity to help.

“Nuuuuu! Nu weave bestesh mummah, tummeh-babbehs!” Lavender cries as the firsr underdeveloped foal slides out out her and into the floor.

“Wait, sickie-fwiend hab idea. If bay-bees come out thewe, an’ sickie-fwiend hab moufie…” The Bestest Sickie Friend mutters to itself, running up and attaching its mouth to Lavender’s ‘special-place’.

“Nuuu-UUUU! Nu wan bad speshew huggieeeeeEEEEEEEE-” Lavender screams in fear and slight arousal, trying to kick it off as it sucks the rest of the foals out.

“Aww done… Am su fuww… Am su… Blegh!” The Bestest Sickie Friend moans, vomiting foals all over the floor and onto Lavender before slowly picking them up and eating them again.


The camera switches back to the two Hasbio™️ representatives, both stood there in silence for a moment out of pure disgust.


“Bestest Sickie Friends really do eat everything that comes out a fluffy, huh?” One of the representatives mumble to themselves, looking down at the floor.

“Buy yours today at any Fluff-Mart or any Sickie-Friend-In-a-Can machine! Thank you, and goodbye!”

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Considering litterpals are a thing to begin with, they obviously know their target group.

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