You got a big dick, I'll tell you that for fwee
I ain't doin this shit alone niggahs, start postin
here's some hardcore stuff
Shit like this pisses me off to no. "It's just a fucking animal." Being there during their final moments helps a child understand death and loss. The father wanted to shelter his kid. Chances are he wasn't even honest with her when her mother died and tried to use and excuse every other words in the dictionary to avoid saying "she died"
Holy fuck, this comic is long.
> Let fluffy outdoors.
> Gets attacked, raped, and hurt by ferals. Obviously in a lot of pain.
> Blame fluffy for being raped. Blame her for going outdoors.
> Force Abortion on Fluffy.
> Pat self on back.
> Best Owner Ever.
It's pretty clear that the human in the story was raped at least once.
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Fire in your ass!
No doubt that the mother tried pushing the baby to make "bad poopies" on the brown foal, but is getting called out. The owner was clever enough to have a camera and saw the fluffy pooping, but not the mother telling the fluffy.
Ah fuck it, I'll post em. Be prepared for a fun-thrilled journey, folks.
Call me crazy but getting like this bitch after seeing this.
I wanna fuck her
And then the new part is up on the booru.
DrGloomy here. Should be writing, been playing doom instead, i have no excuse.
Read stuff, give suggestions...currently working on an extension of the Winter in the City bit. Feral fluffs in a old trashed out shopping center, slowly running out of food. Ever tried to cross a totally empty mall parking lot in the dead of winter when the wind is blowing? It's like Siberia, and that's when you're not the size of a cat with no insulation.
Story ideas, questions, shit you'd like to see written about, let me know.
Fun fact, I've actually read some story involving a fluffy running through some kind of ventilation system inside a wall
I have like a shit ton of fluffy art if yall want it. could easily make it past the image max.
i kinda love the foals for skettie machines...
if we bury the needle, just make a new thread when we cap, we tend to migrate well.
Hello, I finished reading your story, Paul and the horde, yesterday before going to bed.
I loved it and I'm looking forward to read more of your stories.
>wawa bad fo fwuffies!
I imagine breeders see Unicorns as a double edged sword. On the one hand they're probably very easily to sell. I mean what little girl wouldn't want tiny fluffy unicorn? On the other, there's always a chance for them to be a smarty, which can ruin a whole generation or more of your stock with the caste system and ingrained habit of lying/manipulation/abuse. I don't think I'd keep Unicorns. Focus more on breeding really healthy earth fluffs, or Pegasus with remarkably large or colorful wings. There's always a better way to do business than tolerating foal fuckers.
I think the most we could hope for now would be a game. Lord, think of like a defense-base mod for DooM, fighting off hordes of fluffies, killing in more exotic ways for bonuses, the "between wave" base map letting to breed or torture, order bait and traps...
Fuck i wish i could do mods at all...
honestly we'd have an easier time 3D printing the fuckers than splicing them into a true breeding species.
We're decades away from a full understanding of all DNA sequences, let alone the full coding and synthesizing of a fully artificial life form.
I'm not joking when I say we'd have an easier time making designer cat girls than cheap explosive breeding shit rats
this. I just really got into this shit like a month ago...now, one of my stories is gonna hopefully be a comic rather soon. Just swing for the fences.
Meanwhile, foal in a bottle...what do you do? Save or piss in?
For the abuse lovers, will flip flop between perverted shit and straight up abuse and possible hugbox shit too.
I don't think it was purposeful. That, or they learned over time that humans like the brightly colored ones the best
the lore is that brown is an unmarketable color so Hasbio built in a dislike of brown foals so the mares wouldn't flip when they were culled
and brown can't be bred out because it's a muddy color combination that will happen in any colored group of fluffies
I've also heard that the mother assigns a hierarchy to her foals because she only has two nipples. Best babies get all the milk they want, so when a brown baby is nursing while the best one is hungry, the mother removes it.
It doesn't make sense for the mother to flat out hate brown babies when it only has two foals though, and personally I think this headcanon is dumb and way too prevalent right now. I've started drawing brown babies being loved equally just for a little change of pace.
I always saw it as (and write with it as) some hold-over genetic buggery. Self-sorting, to weed out poor colors for sale, the fluffie's general stupidity (a foal that just gets dirty can be rejected as "poopie"), and a pecking order based on the parent's fluff all comes to play.
Some fluffies can be broken of it, mainly domestics that are used as breeders. When they escape, sometimes the training sticks, sometimes not. Alicorns are rejected because fluffies see pointy + wingy as mutation
Violently killing fictional creatures called "fluffy ponies". The lore states that they're really dumb and were bioengineered to appeal to kids and crazy bronies as pets. Then they became like an invasive species and people in the universe hate them like people hate rats.
still not cheap and only slightly better than a furby?
I'll take my vat grown catgirls over fluffies
But a man could spend his life making the perfect model organism FOR SCIENCE. and if itjust happens to be fluffy shaped....
I found this while I was gone. I think it would work on fluffies pretty well.
What an odd request anon.
MOON MAN MOON MAN CAN'T YOU SEE?
thanks anon, but I already know what it is, the pic i'm looking for is for a friend, I was gonna show him what this fandom is, and that pic explains it well. It's like two columns, it explains sadbox, hugbox, smarty abuse, etc.
Just because you asked nicely.
Please no, spiderman
You're holding it near to youself
For the anon asking for humans eating fluffies..well, foalgaritas.
You should! They're all quite good imo
I'm not going to desu since I'm not actually here to spam the thread. I actually like it.
Story idea. 2 herds encounter. First they are all like "nyu fwiend", but both herds are lead by smarties, and neither wants to give up that title to the other.
They live as neighbours for a while, but for whatever reason you see fit, they both want more "wand fo' hewd" and a fluffy territorial war breaks lose between these herds.
The rest of the workweek went pretty much the same. Riddick hung out with the pillowfluffs and stayed safe for the most part. My end of things came together pretty well all told. On Friday morning we were both excited. The good experiences of Day Care are making my little buddy excited to go. He wants to bring some of his own blocks because the ones at Day Care are heavy for him still. Had to put the kibosh on that unfortunately. I have no idea what kind of diseases that those toys are covered with.
“Widdik wan shawe wif Bwikk an' odda fwuffies. Why nuu shawe Daddeh?” he asks trailing me as I am getting dressed. I sit on the couch, lacing up my boots. “Daddeh! Pwease... wet Widdik shawe.” His eyes are already shrink wrapped with tears. With a sigh I stroke his cheek.
“Riddick.” I begin, he shrinks back a little at my tone. “I will ask if you can bring your own toys. Then Monday you can share if it is allowed. Ok?” Picking him up we walk to the car.
“Yus Daddeh.” he replies, seemingly satisfied with the answer. At this point I have to hold him by the chest, all of his legs hanging down. He kicks idly while flapping his wings, must be pretending to fly. Sometimes I'm jealous of him, so easily brought to happiness.
Dropping Riddick off I jet to work, don't even need to talk with whomever is at the front desk anymore. They just know that Riddick goes with the pillowfluffs instead of the non-amputated foals.
“Wer Bwikk?” Riddick asks looking around the pillowfluff safe room. The red pillowfluff is no where to be found. “Wer Bwikk?” he asks again. As he circles the line of pillowfluffs they all watch him. In frustration he flaps his wings to get a better view. The last pillowfluff in the row, a skinny dark green Earth fluff, perks up its head.
Pop the top and let it outta there for some fresh oxygen. See if it's Mummah is nearby. If she is, great. If she's abandoned him it's back in the bottle and off to a shelter. I am neutral-box.
if i were to make a fluffy fighting (pretty much a dog fighting( story would anyone be interested its mainly hugbox but has some gruesome scenes been thinking of it while at work jw if anyones interested
ill have it done tommorow its just shit i been making up in my freetime but im too drunk to do it proper right now but it does involve enfie babies so everyone has something to fowrards the end
just remember the wraff of earfquake