Image Uploader bluefluff, November 12, 2017; 18:29 Tags artist:bluefluff foal miwikies request thinking_about_miwkies Rating safe Source Unknown Locked No Comments November 12, 2017; 18:31 - Reply FoalOut4: Thanks for doing my request! It's great! November 12, 2017; 18:38 - Reply Disintegral: "Wat am hydwagun cy'nie miwkies, mummah?" November 12, 2017; 18:51 - Reply Hugboxing_Faggot: Dat babbeh is thinking about daddeh! November 12, 2017; 20:09 - Reply Anonymous1: @Hugboxing_Faggot: and daddeh is thinking about enfie dat babbeh! November 12, 2017; 20:24 - Reply Anonymous2: Squish it.. November 13, 2017; 01:19 - Reply ChojinPatriarch: Sure, it looks hugbox as hell...until you realise it's probably drained the bottle to the point the milk doesn't reach the nipple. It can suck all it likes, but it's getting nothing but air... November 13, 2017; 01:33 - Reply Anonymous3: Wai meanie miwkies nu com tu babbeh? November 13, 2017; 02:47 - Reply Anonymous4: Great artwork. Horrifying, maybe, but quality is quality. November 13, 2017; 09:40 - Reply Anonymous5: inb4 someone shopped a dick in a bottle place November 13, 2017; 18:22 - Reply Anonymous6: Giving milk to a hungry baby fluffy? I hope some asshole went to prison for this. I hope he gets raped a lot. November 13, 2017; 18:42 - Reply Anonymous7: It's cute and I like it. November 13, 2017; 21:40 - Reply yippyskippy1909: @Anonymous: Imagine a nice old lady. She's almost 70, her husband died a few years ago and her children have all moved away to start families of their own. She feels as though there's a void in her life. Something's missing. One day while out shopping, this lady passes by a pet shop. She sees this little foal curled up in the corner of the enclosure in the window. He's the last one left and nobody wants him because of the purple color bleed around his hooves. As she taps the glass, the foal only half heartedly turns to look at her. The old lady instantly recognizes the same loneliness in the foal as is in herself. They both need something to fill a void in their respective lives. They need each other. The lady buys the foal plus some accessories, takes him home and names him Socks. Socks was still too young to play very much though the lady made sure to spend as much time with him as possible. She even sewed a new pocket into the apron she wore around the house so she could carry Socks around with her. At feeding time, she smiled as he gulped down the warm formula from his bottle just as her own children had done. Then, at nap time, she sang him his favorite lullaby.