New fluffy abuse thread
This is the best i got
Reposting the story I started last thread then continuing
>Be living out in the country, nice and quiet life
>Only company is your fluffy pony, a green fluffy with a yellow mane you call Reggie and your 20 year old barn cat Felix
>Life is good. Felix keeps your garden free of rodents and other pests and Reggie plays with him and watches football with you
>Reggie for the most part is well behaved, beatings are uncommon but lessons tend to take a few repeats before they sink in
>Wake up one morning to the sounds of a fluffy crying out "Go wey meanie musta! Dis fwuffy wand now!"
>Weird that doesn't sound like Reggie
>Head to back window to see a family of 5 feral fluffies, a dark purple unicorn with a blue mane, a blue mare and 3 multi colored foals
>The unicorn keeps yelling "Go wey meanie munsta o smawty gif bigges owies!" at Felix who is chilling on the back porch
>Decide to intervene, that cat has arthritis and cant kill shit like he used to
>"Hey you shitrats get out of my garden and stop eating my plants!!"
>The smarty puffs out his cheeks and blows a raspberry before running up to Felix and kicking him in the head
>"Nu cawe! Dis smawty wand now! Mustas go wey! Aww numies fo fwuffies!"
>The mare and foals cheer "Yay smawty! Meanie munstas go wey!"
>Oh shit nigger you done it now
>Reach down and yank the smarty by the scruff of his neck which he immediately protests "Why hewt fwuffy? Wet smawty go!"
>Grab the mare and toss the two of them in a box before moving on to the foals
>"Nu hewt mummeh dumie munsta gif sowwie poopies!" is all you hear before the pink foal shits all over your leg
>Snap the little shits legs one by one before going to the other two foals
>It lies there screaming about its owies
>You stay right there I'm not done with you yet
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2nd and final part
>Grab the other two babies, a white pegasus and a yellow unicorn
>Entire time momma mare and smarty never cease their yammering
>Take their box and the two uninjured foals into the garage, time to get to work
>Place momma fluff and smarty fluff in leg separation boards you used to use on Reggie
>You two are in for a show
>Take the white foal and place it in a safe box out of view, might be able to sell this rare color plus you have two more to play with
>Take the yellow foal and place it on your workbench and nail each of his hooves into the wood
>The foal immediately begins its chirping for help and other cries of agony
>Momma fluff cries too "Nu hewt babeh! Gif babeh bak to mummah!"
>Let the foal sit there, he will be put down later
>Take the smarty and his leg restraint and bring them to the middle of the room
>Whole time he protests "Wet smawty go! Am wan yu! Humie musta get big owies!"
>You remember hearing that the most sensitive place for a unicorn is the horn, wonder what tools you have available
>Hacksaw, hammer and nails, blowtorch....all done to death
>Ah a belt sander! That could be fun
>Smarty friend keeps crying as you get set up "Wet smawty go! Am wan yu! gif sowwiest poopies!"
>You plug in the belt sander and rev it up to see if it works, smarty immediately shits itself in wide eyed fear
>"Nuuuuu! Nu hewt fwuffy!"
>Oh you little nigger this is only the beginning
>But before the show begins a thought occurs to you
>You don't like beating Reggie when he is bad, perhaps an example like this smarty will keep him in line
>you are M&M
>your mane is golden
>your eyes are blue
>your fur is white
>you are leading your herd through a large expanse of plains, fitted with hills, an occasional tree, and usually a pond or stream every day or so
>one of your dams complains that she's tired, and she gave birth less than a week ago
>You set the sander down and head back inside and call for Reggie
>"Reggie come here dada has something for you!"
>The little fluffball comes running and hugs your leg "Yay dadeh! Weggie wuv daddeh pwesents!"
>You pick him up and take him into the garage, setting him in an old high chair your parents never threw out before moving to Florida
>"Now Reggie this is not a normal present. You are a good fluffy aren't you?"
>He smiles an idiot smile at you "Of cowse! Weggie am bestes fwuffy. Who dese fwuffies daddeh?"
>"These are very bad fluffies Reggie and I am going to show you what happens to bad fluffies ok?"
>"Otay daddeh Weggie undastan"
>Yeah sure you do you little tard
>Go back to the work bench and rev up the belt sander, the smarty somehow manages to shit himself again
>Fucking hell cleaning this place up is gonna be a real chore
>Oh well the lesson will be worth it
>Take the sander and start to slowly sand off smarty horn
>His blood curdling shriek reminds you of the stories grandma told you about the banshee of Ireland
>Momma fluff starts crying uncontrollably, likely out of fear for herself than her "special friend"
>Takes 10 whole minutes of sanding before smarty horn is nothing but dust, his face soaked in tears and the rest of him soaking in piss
>You put the sander down and listen to smarty cry "Why hewt fwuffy? huuu huuu....nu wan pway dis game..."
yeah actually fluffies frown down upon them. Pegasi wings don't work because the animals are too over weight, unicrons are the only oens with special abilities. They can use their horns as sharp pointy weapons.
>about 7-9 full-grown, though still young, ferals, one being a mother with newborns, about 4, and 2 are pregnant, one expecting in about a month, the other pregnant for about three months
Well I'd take her babies because they are going to grow up into fine members of the herd and by taking them that should encourage her to follow. Either she keeps up, or never sees her bebbehs again
>Walk over to tool wall and pick up some large shears and a blowtorch
>You know where this is going. One by one cut off smarty legs and cauterize the wounds
>With each cutting of flesh his screams grow more desperate
>Mommah fluff struggles to get free, doesn't work but she manages to break her own legs in desperation
>Well done working on smarty for the moment, give him a little breather as you walk over to mommah fluff
>She pleads for her life "Pwease nice mistuh nu hewt fwuffy! Fwuffy am mummah!"
>Not for long you aren't bitch
>Before you begin to slice up mommah fluff another idea comes to you
>Reggie needs a playmate, perhaps she can be useful
>Head back to toolbox and look for tazer to reset fluffy
>Ah perfect, supposed to use this on larger pests like coons but a fluffy reset is fine too
>Walk back over while momma fluff cries "Pwease no hewt fwuffy....am mummah"
>Yeah bitch I heard you the first time
>Take a good long 10 second shot to fluffy
>Reprogram her to hate the smarty and love Reggie
>While she rests head back to the nailed foal
>Normally have more fun with this one but getting bored
>Grab foal firmly
>Make a wish....
>Yank foal off the board, all but one leg torn clean off
>Huh though they would all come off. Oh well
>"Smawtie cawwie babbehs. Either you wawk with wess to cawwy, or you stay hewe awone."
>the dam reluctantly follows
>after a few hours of trekking, the sun two-thirds down the sky, you stop the herd on a hill with a few trees to rest for the day
Make one about foals fluffies being drowned in a to list and another being thrown into the toliet pushing it in and out in the toliet bowl so that the mother can unclogge the toliet. Once she is done she gets shitted on and gets thrown in to the sink and gets gorilla glue rubbed on her then she gets thrown into a wall where she stays for the rest of her life
i hoping this turns into the holocaust of fluffies where fluffies are exterminating those with inferior genes (poopie babies and alcorns and runts) while trying to make the fluffy master race
>Fluffy foal chirps in agony as you toss it away
>Time to get back to smarty friend
>Go back to workbench where smarty is just crying about his owies
>Nigga we are just getting started
>Proceed to pick up wrench and grasp smarty balls
>Smarty suddenly becomes a bit more lucid
>"Nuuu! Nu hewt spechul wumps! Smawty nee wumps fo spechul huggies!"
>Proceed to tighten the vice grip around fluffy balls
>Smarty crying intensifies
>Crush his nuts to pulp before ripping them back and cauterizing his crotch, burning off his dick in the process
>Welp we won't be shoving needles now will be? Lucky bastard
>Take the now castrated pillowfluff and put him in the sorry box, complete with litterbox in the back
>Take Reggie and new fluffy mare back inside the house
>"Well Reggie are you gonna be a good fluffy from now on?"
>Reggie looks at you in abject terror "Weggie be gud dadeh! NEber be bad fwuffy again! Pwomise!"
>Oh I know you will
>Check on Felix outside, old fella is playing with the crippled foal
>Well you haven't given him a new toy in a while so you let him keep it until he eats it
>Set up smarty in cage in the living room, feed and take care of him. Let him be a living example of a "Bad fluffy"
>Mare you now call Blueberry loves Reggie, they have many foals which you sell to city dumbasses that wander up to your area
>Farm fluffies fetch good money, who knew?
>Felix chills most of the day, your garden is back to its former glory
>Smarty pillow is stuck in his box, watching his special friend be with Reggie
>Blueberry even tells him she hates him
>This hurts the smarty
>Fluffies laugh and play in your yard
>All you have to do is ask them if they are a bad fluffy, reminding them of smarty
>The terror keeps them in check
>Smarty stays in his cage muttering "Wan die" over and over
>Life in the country is good
How was it? Screencap worthy?
Like many of you, I have been wondering why I keep returning to Fluffy Pony threads.
I'm not a child rapist, I'm not an animal abuser and I'm not a sociopath. I'm a loving family man with two well-cared-for pets. But I can't stop looking.
It is clear that this is a phenomenon which will not simply go away, but which is so transgressive and taboo that no one will ever proudly proclaim to be its promoter. These are not cat pictures and these are not Some eCards. This is bad news that won't make it past an awkward Reddit thread as it attempts to rise to the mainstream.
smawty fwuffy doesn't notice the nearby downed power line, and invites all the other fluffies to a swim
Upon stepping on the moist ground, they are violently electrocuted until they get smoked up.
>from an environmental hazard
And also, I've been wondering about who the hell draws these things. There can't be that many animal torturers who can draw. What is so compelling about the subject matter? Why are people writing and posting novelettes? Why are some of the stories some of the most effective comics I have seen in a long time?
Either because they're stupid and they want to kill something that seems unnatural to them
Or they know Alicorns are better, and are jealous of them.
Now that I think about it, Hasbio could have bred that into the fluffies so that there would be few to no wild Alicorns, allowing Hasbio to have a monopoly on them and sell them for a better price.
Implied it was sold to morons, I will be more specific in the future
No I just pulled that one off the top of my head. I could try another
No. Smarty lives with it. Death is too easy, long term breaking of a soul is much sweeter
>M&M takes his herd back down to the river to get some water to drink
>There is less grass to eat here than up at the top of the hill but they can always go back.
>Meanwhile M&M notice's something lurking in the bushes accross the river.
>soon, it's time to sleep
>you see a sleepy picture
>you don't know what you see, it looks like a weird fluffy with no fluff, except on his head and under his nose
>he tells you there is a town ahead with a terrible problem
>you are the best kind of fluffy
>the only kind there should be
>the picture ends and it's bright time
>you begin noticing all the different colors in your herd
I don't know for sure, but I believe a couple of things are true:
Disney and the rest of the Hollywood culture industry has devolved our tastes until we want nothing but pablum. Formulaic stories where good triumphs over evil and all wrong are righted. T
The evening local news gives us the weather and health stories, and maybe one or two odd crimes in a far-off part of the inner city. But it doesn't mention systematic corruption, thousands of people shooting each other for no reason, thousands of people being murdered by cops for no reason.
People have been getting driven from their homes for decades so financiers can become wealthier and we are focused on the antics of the Kardashian family. There are fewer and fewer ways to make a good living, but we insist that all is well and then watch a TV show about a music or dancing competition.
Fluffy stories are the Grimm's fairy tales, before Disney stole them from the public domain and copyrighted them. In those stories, the harsh and cruel and capricious nature of evil was the main character. The Big Bad Wolf taught you to stay inside the fenced yard because the wolf would really eat you. If you goof around in the woods and steal from someone, the witch will shove you in an oven alive and cook you. If you are lazy and stupid, the wolf will chase you and your brothers down and try to eat you.
The first editions of those tales were extremely harsh and cruel, and scholarship shows that the original folk tales told from person to person through the generations were worse. When they were commercialized, they were softened in order to gain an audience. When Disney trademarked the main characters, they were turned into saccharine soap operas with no teeth and a happy ending.
>M&M sneaks away from the herd while they are drinking to investigate.
>He has to travel down river a little bit (10 metres) to get to a bridge like log
>Upon crossing M&M discoveres a rival herd!
Well I am too lazy to write another but I can post some older ones I saved in the early fluffy days
Fluffies are programmed to recognize everything that isn't human or another fluffy as a monster. Alicorns are just barely different enough that fluffies think they're monsters.
Fluffy Pony stories are the bastard fan mutation of a bastard fandom of disaffected man-children who identify with candy-colored horses on TV more than they do other people. There was nothing wrong with My Little Pony, such as it was. It was acceptable children's entertainment, with a moral and some clever dialog and characterization. But the bizarre reaction by some young men and women indicated that something was seriously wrong with how we raise children and the society we raise them in. You have a problem if you fantasize about your love relationship with a fictional animated horse. We all have a problem if that is a wide-spread thing that is really happening – a cultural movement.
It's pretty relaxing, you know? Today I've returned from planting asters and tomatoes out in the sun, went biking for a bit, had a shower and drew some fluffies while having a cup of coffee. It was a chill Saturday. Drawing fluffies is chill.
luffy Ponies are the chemo to the cancer, not just of rabid MLP fandom, but of the fantasy culture we are all living in, which is making corporations billions of dollars every year, which is propping up the lies that our government gives a fuck about the people it governs, that tells us that it is something wrong with us – rather than with the place and time we live in and who controls it – and that is why we can't succeed.
Trump is the right-wing expression of the revolt people unconsciously crave, and Bernie is the left-wing expression of it.
Fluffy Pony is an underground, anonymous collective of cultural workers who curate the rules of the fictional universe, who defend the characterizations of the ponies and the Daddehs, who arbitrate which artist or writer is good, who manage the squabbles among the creators, and who distribute the works on the Web.
More stories? I think we need more stories
There is no money and there never will be. Nobody owns it, and nobody wants to admit that it is theirs. That is key. It is unexploitable. Therefore, it can tell the truth about our existence, right here and now.
There is an unfair hierarchy. Babies are dying. Parents are incompetent and lazy. Nobody is teaching people how to behave properly and we all suffer for it. Some are housed and fed and many others are starving in an alley, waiting to be randomly killed. We are forced to compete on TV shows against one another, setting up a culture where such competition is normal and accepted and some people are simply inferior. There are giant, powerful god-like corporate Daddehs who decide on a whim whether or not we deserve huggies or torture.
Fluffy Pony is the reflection of how we live, here and now. It is the story we are trying to tell ourselves about ourselves that pushes against Disney fantasy and TV news lies and manipulative unscripted TV.
weirdbox is fun!
I like when the mare say: Gon be mommah soon... a couple of mins later she's like: NUUU HURT BABEEHS
These things have a real talent for pissing people off
God I hate them so much
Fixed it for you
sometimes the hasbio programing doesn't "take" and a mother will treat the poopie baby just like the rest, with love.
Or if the mother REALLY wants to be a momma and the only baby that survived is the poopie.
just my guess
Its mainly just idiots justifying torture porn of infant allegories.
Its kinda funny that foals with wings are cool and foals with horns are fine, but if the foal has both horns and wings then the mother calls it a monster.
alicorn came after peta freed the uncompleted fluffies.
They were never apart of the programing that mares have to self sort their babies,
because of this, they can not recognize alicorns as fellow fluffies.
atleast thats my headcannon
Close to the actual canon but not quite. Hasbio was in the process of fixing the programming for fluffies to recognize alicorns as "royal fluffies" and would have been given preferential treatment by their mothers. However PETA released the fluffy hoards before they could implement that programming. The newer Fluffy 2.0 however does include that new programming, as well as a programmed desire to devour their incomplete cousins.
They already exist. It's called a dyr mini pony. they're stupid as a bag of bricks and they shit everywhere.