When he was full, I showed him a video of two cows mating. He got really horny and started mooing lustfully. He started rubbing his raw penis. Just when he was climaxing, I used a taser to fry his organ. He screamed in pain and shock, and his heartbeat went crazy. He passed out, and I cut off his tail, penis, all of his legs and mooders. Then I stapled his body parts to where they were originally at, obstructing the growth of new body parts.

The next day I untied him and put him on the chopping board, then fed him some beef. While he chewed happily I took a knife, and chopped off his tail. He mooed! And he squirmed away. I caught his fatty rump and stabbed it. He screamed. I took a pair of scissors and cut off his ears and two of his mooders. I chopped his leg off and snipped off his penis. Moomoo fainted from the immense pain. I washed his blood off by throwing him into a pail of water, but the blood flowed even more profusely. When he woke up, his wounds were already half healed. I let him continue healing and cooked his body parts. When he woke up the second time, his wounds were raw but healed. I fed him his body parts. He chomped happily, already forgotten about what had happened.

I slapped him and warned him to stop squirming. He got scared and urinated in the milk. I only took him out when he lost conscious. I untapped his mouth and everything came flying out into the milk. The stitches holding his ass cheeks together split and humongous amounts of poo came splashing out. I threw away the milk and waste, then washed moomoo. I hanged him by my door frame again, then got ready my bow and arrows. I set up a hard piece of foam behind him, blindfolded him and started to shoot. Moomoo screamed! I shot the arrow right through his poor little lung. He started to cough blood. I shot four different arrows through each of his small little legs next, effectively pinning them to the foam. Then I pinned his chunky tail too. He was a bloody mess. I started beating the hell out of him, and he passed out while blood continued to squirt out of the holes in him. I withdrew the arrows, and left him to heal.

The next day, his ear had miraculously reattached itself. I let him down, and fed him some beef. He unsuspectingly wolfed down the beef, which I actually made from a chunk of his rump. I fed him some of his own milk, with some of his poo added. Unbeknownst to him, I had tied up his mooders and I continued to feed him. Being the greedy moomoo he is he ate and ate and kept drinking. I fed him his own tail which I had cut off a week ago. He has since grown a new one. He was so full, yet he kept eating until the food came up halfway his gullet. He also started producing milk, so much that his mooders became engorged. The moomoo juice couldn’t exit either, because they were tied up. Then he stopped. But I wouldn’t let him. I continued shoving food whole down his throat. He started to choke and suffocate. He wanted to throw up, but I used an entire roll of tape to tape his mouth shut. I stitched his ass shut too, so things couldn’t come out that way either. He squirmed and keeled over, struggling to puke. I laughed and poke his fatty rump. I picked him up and threw him into a large pail of his own milk. He started to drown. I dunked him in and out, in and out. He waved his tiny legs up and down so fast that I thought he was having a fit. Turned out he was.

He stank, so I soaked him in detergent for one whole day. The boils that had burst and hadn’t healed got detergent in them and hurt like crazy. Then I dunked him in liberal amounts of thinner and set him on fire. Moomoo went crazy. I quickly smoldered him with sand to put the fire out. He was not hurt, because there was a lot of thinner, but the heat made him moo for hours on end and wouldn’t stop. I got irritated, and threw him out of the window. He mooed all the way down and knocked himself unconscious. I went to pick him up, then hanged him by his chunky tail on my door frame. Then I used him like a punching bag. I cut off part of his ear and he woke up and screamed in pain. I left the half-cut ear hanging and put salt on his wound. He screamed so much that he lost his voice and continued to whimper. I put some chili on his wound too, so much that I had to gag him at night so I could sleep.

The start of the agony!!! Hahahahaha!

One day, I fed moomoo some beef, then I blindfolded him and beat him up. He mooed pitifully, but I didn’t care and slapped him senseless. Then I kicked him around like a ball before he woke up to the pain. I fed him some more beef laced with laxatives, then laughed as he pooed like crazy. I smeared his poo all over him and stuffed more poo into his mouth and nostrils. Moomoo shrieked and mooed like mad, and I got a kick out of that. He tried to spit and snort out the poo, but I shoved it down his throat. He struggled and passed out. I left him in the toilet bowl so he couldn’t come out of the toilet and went to boil some water. When the water boiled, he came to and started mooing timidly. I asked him if he wanted to get the poo off him. He nodded. I sniggered and poured the boiling water on him, flushing off the poo and making him moo in pain. The poo was now gone, but moomoo was covered with red angry boils. I poked his boils and poured some more boiling water. Then immediately I poured ice cold water on him. The boils burst and moomoo fainted from the pain. His wounds would heal quickly on their own, so I left him alone, occasionally urinating and shitting on him.

Background

This is a blog set up by a depraved moomoo lover-turned abuser. He is also the author of The Moomoo Handbook. The first time he saw a moomoo, it struck him as awesomely cute. He adopted it and treated it well. But came a time of peril, and their relationship soured. He met more moomoos, but they, in their childlike candour, destroyed his work of a lifetime and sank any hopes of revival. But the real blow was when the moomoos unknowingly set fire to a makeshift hut and killed an old man on an island – whom turned out to be his maternal grandfather – and ate half of his charred remains. Not only that, the moomoo fought with him for attention, fame and glory, and the brainless moomoo won. So now, he hates a moomoo when he sees one, and wants to dehumanise – no, demoo-nise every moomoo he sees.

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