IT TOOK SO LONG BUT I FOUND IT IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF
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From previous thread
>You decide to aid her this time
>You've cooled off
>You tell her you can only sustain her and one foal
>You ask her to promise to eat her unwanted babehs
>No replies, she takes her hooves instinctively to her belly
>You insist on a reply
>"babbehs no nummies...babbehs fow huggies an...an wub..."
>You band the table, the fluffy starts to bawl
>You tell her its either that or starving
>She keeps bawling but nods in agreement
>Fine, time to feed it
>You cook actual spaghetti this time
>Meatballs and everything
>The thing starts drooling pretty fucking bad
>The growling noises grew larger and larger
>You feed her one plate, she babbles about how many bright times and dark times she spent without anything in her stomach
>You feign interest and eat your pasta
>The next morning you find a bit of a mess all over the kitchen
>She had all her foals while trying to crawl to the corner she sleept in while returning from the litterbox
>She's happily grazing around 5 foals
>They all make those newborn squeels like chirping or cooing
>"Wook daddah, babbehs" she babbles exhausted, she had a rough night
>But, aren't, we forgetting something?
>You remind her of your pact
>She looks troubled but says nothing, she pretends she couldn't hear
>She starts to pout and eventually breaks into a deep slow sobbing
>"pwease nu make fwuffy mek bad ffings..."
>She grabs the foals even closer to her
Some OC. I'm taking requests as well, although I probably wont be able to post them tonight.
>You decide to help her trough the process
>You pick her foals away from her, she can barely keep up with seeing which foal you're taking
>The little fluffies start to shriek and trash their tiny fragile bodies
>You tell her to pick her best baby, that one will be saved, the rest will have to be eaten
>she starts sobbing, just sobbing and looking at you and then the foals
>You pressure her, telling her she needs to stop crying or you would hurt them
>"huuu huuuu no, huuu....aww gud babbehs"
>she didn't even have time to get to know her foals, which one was the best?
>They all snuggled perfectly around her, they all had milk and cooed with her
>The foals start to chirp in all directions, they know they are away from their mother and their looking for her
>You pressure the fluffy, if she can't pick a best one, you will kill them all
>"NUUUU, nuu! nuu huwt fwuffy am teww bes fwuffy!"
>She looks at all of them, they look confused, they have no idea what's going to happen to them
>Suddenly, one of the stands on its hind legs and dances for like two seconds straight before falling on its back and chirping in dismay
>Thats baby catches her attention
>"Dat! Dancie babbeh am best babbeh!" she explains
>Cool, you put the rest of the fluffies on the food disposer
>You turn on the grinder
>They get procesed pretty quickly
>the mare can't even get to cry something before they're gone
>She sobs about them later
>She does gets her one baby
>After a while the utter sadness turns into a pityful consolation.
>she smirks hurt but lucky she get to keep her last best baby
>She puts it on her tits and the foals starts sucking.
>You fry her an egg and give it to her
>Ugh, wasn't it a bit crud? You decide to take it back after serving it, however as soon as you put it down the fluffy waddler toward the plate and devours it.
>"Mmmm bestes nummie daddeh! Mmmmm"
>She was overplaying it
>When you return, you see tiny shitmarks on the floor
>"wook, babbeh wawwkies!"
This is one of the only hugbox pieces I enjoy.
Taufan was fucking cancer in the booru, glad that little shit bailed.
>Come on and ram
>And welcome to the jam.
Yeah but he was like brain cancer while we're stage 1 melanoma.
Also here's some work I was making to taunt some retard who wanted to make a "mascot" fluffy for himself.
>the fluffy keeps babbling about its day, but notices you're not happy
>"wat wong daddeh?"
>You make her notice her foals waste
>"wah? but da no fwuffy, da just widwe babbe"
>You tell her she needs to teach them, because they are being bad fluffies
>She know what that means, she was born knowing what that meant, it was in her code
>"babbeh bad fwuffy?" she cowers in fear
>"an wah happen to bad fwuffies daddeh?"
>She starts to cry in mid sentence
>You'll show her
>You go down to pick her up, she tries to scram but being to dumb she gets grabbed before cordinating his legs to flee.
>She gets picked along her foal, who starts to peep in distress
>You put them in the since, and start flooding it with water
>"daddeh wawa bad fow fwuffy"
>She tells you this like you're supposed to know this
>You start filling it even more, her foal is having a hard time stay a floar
>"pwease, nu bad fwuffy no mow, pwease wet out"
This is what she tries to say, but with her bawling and weeping all you could hear is a blurred and snorty gasp for air
>her foal is going under, she picks it up in a hug keep it alive for longer
>She starts to panic, she looks in all directions trying to flee or do something, anything
>You explain her the next time, she should teach her foal to crap in the litterbox
>You put of them outside the water.
>The foal coughs and gags violently, expelling all the water it took.
>"mummah teww babbeh wew wittabawks"
>after the incident, you feed them
>They keep apologizing by the incident
>By night time, they sleep together.
>Three weeks go by, the fluffy is more selfsuffcient
>It ALWAYS wants your attention, more than the mother
>"wook, wook babbeh nyu dancie"
>it was something it picked on the TV
>"wook wook babbeh kno mow wowdies!"
>One day you serve them both the regular kibble
>The foal puts up an act
>"yukkies, dat poopie nummies, babbeh wan sketties!"
>The baby of course was kidding, but the mother looks at it in horror
yup, autism confirmed. taufan99 detected
I'M NOT TAUFAN AND BESIDES, THERE'S NO REASON TO HATE TAUFAN ANYWAYS, SO WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF GOD YOU MADE ME SO MAD. I'M GOING TO DRAW YOU AS A FLUFFY, WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
A small herd of fluffies hate a white and pink one because she is "dadah's favowit"
She gets special treatment because she is his sex toy.
Include him using her as a cock-sleeve
sadly fluffies are more useful as model organisms for science and less likely to cause a giant fucking sentient being rights bullshit movement.
but seriously, as a biotech man, I'd do a great many dark and ethically questionable things to create 4'6" tall slender curvy pet cat girls
we're talking about a critter that's been cobbled together with various chunks of DNA, from totally different sources, if not a completely built from scratch being.
Hell we don't even have the human genome totally nailed down for exactly what does what. We've got the whole thing sequenced out. but that's like saying we've got the collected works of shakespear written in some forgotten language.
We know words and phrases, but no the whole meaning, let alone the puns and hidden undertones
So we're a LONG way off unless we come through with some crazy, possible morally fucked, break throughs
Raphael shits outside the litterbox. Which level of abuser are you?
>"It's OK! We all have accidents, but I am a little disappointed in your sweetie."
>"I'm sorry Raphael, but with my ever increasingly worse lupus, I just can't clean up after your accidents anymore."
>"Raphael, when you poop outside the box, you make your mummah sick. You are the reason she is dying."
>"Bad fluffies make bad poopies. Now it is time for the sorry box."
>"You are only allowed to shit in the morning and at night. I will not plug you up. You will learn to do this yourself."
>"Whatever, I don't have time for this. I'll just shove a tampon in your ass before I go to work."
>"Yes doctor, I'd like to give my fluffy a colostomy bag."
>"No doctor, I don't want him anesthetized. He needs to know why this is happening."
>"If you shit on the floor, you EAT THE SHIT or I kill one of your foals!"
>"I set you on fire two days ago with my special slow-burn napalm and you are still shitting... impressive."
>"From now on I use your useless 'poopie pwace' for my fucking ashtray you fuckin' shit rat!"
pretty god damn much.
but we could actually make the argument that that the old slave owners did
"It's for their own good. They wouldn do well on their own"
Oh fuck me, can you imagine how pissed the feminists would be at the idea of living companion/sex toys? The have problems with guys having sex robots
Because they know they can't compete. Throw loyalty, genuine affection, and obedience into the mix, and every man would sell his soul for one. It'd be Chobits up in this bitch.
It would be damn interesting to watch the fireworks
I can only hope I live to see it or make it happen myself.
Oddly my preferred specialty is on artificially constructed tissues. Making a cat girl would actually be easier than a fluffy because the base line is human enough.
Downside is that you're going full scifi and having to build it bone by bone, muscle fiber by muscle fiber
Upside is totally custom bods would probably be part of the package
only issue is the brain. we're still working on that rather huge hiccup.
we have a pretty solid understanding of the structures and functions of the tissues, but even then it's annoyingly general. so building one from scratch, let alone one that would have implanted instincts, personalities, or other things is beyond what we understand at the moment. But once we do it shouldn't be outside the realm of possibility to have more or less "blank brains" with default settings
3D printing on a cellular level is fucking wild