fluffy fights are just like two pillows hugging each other. it doesn't do any real damage.
Nothing becuse i'm not a psychotic child and my parents aren't dumb enough to not notice such behaviour
this one is probably a personal favorite of mine.
very satisfying ending, even though its unfinished.
>get smarty babbeh
>cut off dick as foal too young to remember
>keeps trying to enf things
>doesn't know why
>doesn't understand what's missing
>hours of entertainment
its all someones head canon somewhere, best not to overthink it.
>Your room is next to the rooftops of your neighbourn's.
>You hear their dogs bark when someone is around up there.
>Sometimes cats come to screw outside your door
>This night tho, it was different
>You always thought about the cat's mewling while having sex sounded like the cry of a
>This time it was too real, it was like if a cat were mawling a toddler or something
>You quiet up for a bit, and you get to listen a telltale sign of what was happening.
>"...nu moh huwties, am jus widwe...huuu"
>A cat is fucking killing a fluffy pony
>Not a foal anyway, a cat is killing an adult fluffy somewhere outside your bedroom
>This cat must have been really hungry or fucking pissed
>While fluffies are pretty much the bottom of the food chain, adult ones are not as easy
to kill for cats as it would be for dogs, the fluffies could still more or less put up a fight
enought to flee if other fluffies are around to serve as scapegoats
>This fluffy was alone. It was getting its ass handed
>You try to ignore
>You don't want anything to do with these things, you hope the fad dies soon and they get forgoten like
the Furby or the Tamagotchi
>"nu wan die pweeease"
>It was primitive but you get it
>The poor imbecile was crying out for its life
>You know this is going to suck
>It's been about 17 minutes and the fluffy is still not dead
>You can hear the cat growling this time, he's getting pissed, frustrated
>The fluffy howls lowder as her assailant becomes vicious.
>"Aiieeee hewp fwuffy! huuuuu mummah...."
>That was funny, it called its mom mefore dying
>No, actually, that's not funny
>It's nightmare indusing
>You don't want to go to sleep hearing a real life Care Bear being shred to pieces.
>You go outside and shoo the cat away
>It hisses at you, and in return, gets hosed away.
>The fluffy must be dizzy from all that pouding
>Its tumbling over, jerking back and forth
I'll keep the thing alive my dude
SADBOX IS BEST BOX
>You check for wounds, but apparently it was mostly superficial scratches and lots of patches of fluff lost
>No wonder why the cat was getting pissed
>You pick it up
>"Huu...huuu fwuffy no wan spin, wet fwuffy down?"
>Don't they get sick?" you think
>And soon after, you can feel a sharp pressure on the vermin's stomach
>A projectile of vomit shoot by your door
>Better here than inside
>You can feel it hurl again
>You direct it away from your room this time
>After throwing up about 5 times, the fluffy looks calmer.
>Still a little shaky, but overall better than a few minutes ago
>"f-ff-fwuffy....f=fwuffy....huuu....get owwies fwom kitty m-munstahh"
>The fluffy appears to be a mare
>You take her in and put in a large box
>You need to decide what to do with it
>You made sure the noise of the thing getting killed would't give you nightmares, but now the thing itself
might be a problem on its own
>Lost in your thoughts, the fluffy talks for the first time since you brought it in
>"fwuffy sowwy, pwease no sowwy bawks"
>It must really hate it in there
>You bring a tiny bowl of water, it waddles its tiny legs towards the opposite corner of the box
>you're afraid it might actually drown drinking like that
>Ater drinking the bowl clean of water you decide to bring more
>Halfway through the next one, the thing seems satisfied
>You are pretty sure it is not ready for solid food yet
>Not after throwing up like that
>You really are not sure on what to do next
>You turn off the light and stand over the box
>"Uuu...scawy" it peeps
>"No" you say "No talking. I don't want you to make any noise during the night, you got it?"
>"AND NO CRYING"
>And it shuts up. Her lips trembling shut
>"If you make any noise I'll throw you out ok"
>"And you leave in the morning"
>You go to bed
>Get beneath the sheets
>Close your eyes...
>"whew fwuffy go poopies?"
>You open your eyes
>"You go to a corner"
>You get up
>No more noise
>around six in the morning you can hear it taking a crap
>and then mumble "nu smeww pwetty" and going back to sleep
>You wake at 10:00, fairly late
>The fluffy is already awake, it was just looking into the corner when it notices you are up
>"fwuffy hungwy, nee nummies"
>You frown at it
>"I'll feed you then you're out"
>It was jumping on its own place
>"Fine, no food then"
>The fluffy accepts to get fed and leaving.
>You make pancakes.
>You eat a tower of them. You give two to the fluffy and a bowl of milk
>The damn thing probably haven't been happier in days
>Despite knowing she is getting out of here after eating, she does it pretty fast
>Once she realizes its over her expression changes from beaming to gloomy
>You open the door. The fluffy slowly walks outside
>It slows even more as soon as it reaches the door
>"...fwuffy no ca--"
>You stomp the ground, and the fluffy finally runs outside
>Once its out, you close the door.
>You look out the window and see it stop by the gate on your front yard
>"Keep moving!" you order
>The fluffy turns around a sobs.
>It squeezes itself through the bars
>And leaves your home
End of part 1
Okay, I'm okay with most torture porns but that is just fucking cruel. That is beyond any Guantanamo-Bay-Led-By-North-Korea punishment anyone can endure! Cease this right now or I shall notify the FBI that you are in possession of such filth.
people like the modifiable nature of fluffies, and have imagined all sorts of variants and environments for them to live in
garden fluffies that grow from the ground
shit, there's even a smoke detection alarm fluffy
sea fluffies were just a matter of time, probably no real lore needed
What is the mother eating? That's not supposed to be glass as well, right?
Looks like soylent green
Holy shit my sides. It makes sense that these things would be genetically unstable.
That's alotta money wasted by destroying a MLP grade fluffy. Brony fags would pay out the nose for that
Strange that it doesn't have "mouthie hurties" when it notices it's babies
fuck that whole thing reminds me of spaghettiland.. to all our newfriends who haven't read the greatest piece of fluffy lore, I give you the saga of The Fall of Cleveland
(it's long and made by a fuckton of authors but it's worth it)
in some of the stories they can talk within a day or two
It's grass, possible similar to a seaweed snack. The babbehs think she said "glass" and ate glass because their baby-talk is retarded.
>Anon from the rooftop bedroom
>It's hot, summer is finally here
>You take of your shirt and open all windows.
>Fuck it, you open your bedroom door too.
>You continue browsing /f/ looking for todays daily dose
>You suddenly catch something from the corner of your eye
>You turn around and see there is that fluffy pony from last night again
>dumbly creeping into your bedroom
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, GET OUT!" You yell, the dumb thing backwalks as
fast as it can from whence it came.
>You rush to kick her out, but she is already out by the time you get there
>You swing outside with the innercia of your jump, the fluffy waddles away into your neighbourns rooftop
>The neighbor had a spiral staircase that led to their patio.
>There were nobody living there anymore tho
>Your neighborns moved recently to Queens, so the house should be empty
>Is that how it keeps getting here
>You close the door and go back to your bussiness
>You find it hard to concentrate, that damn vermin is abussing your patience
>"fwuffy hungwy...nee nummies pwease"
>This is your own damn fault
>You shouldn't have fed it in the first place
>Now this place is that thing's go-to place in time of desperation
>You could kill it, but it's just too hot to do anything outside
>Killing it inside was out of the question
>You sigh again
>well, there's that old adaggio right?
>"Feed a man for a day, teach a man how to fish..."
>You open the door.
>The fluffy sheepishly walks towards you.
>"fwuffy haff wowstest tummy owwies..."
>The thing look kinda feeble too
>You could see her struggling to remain on its own feet
>But you already had a plan
>You pick up the fluffy under your arm and bike towards the park around the block
>You leave it in the park
>"Fluffies are too dumb to hunt, but you eat grass right?"
>The fluffy looks the grass temptatively
>"mistah no giff nummies?..."
>You shake your head.
>"If you are hungry then you should eat this right?"
>You almost anticipate the thing crying for mercy when you see it munch on a rather large patch of grass, quickly grind it
with its dull teeth and down it, growling in satisfaction afterwards
>"Uuu...fank yoo mistah"
>You watch in awe as the fluffy starts desperately bitting at pieces of the lawn
>It wasn't your average fluffy putting grass on its mouth and pretending its food, this fluffy was violently bitting on a grassroot, and picking it apart
>Considering how easy to break their teeth are, you wonder if that hurt it
>It doesn't even notices you leave.
>You were ready for a confrontation, for some begging to be brought back, for something that pushed you to kill the vermin
>This fluffy was actually hungry, it might have felt the end nearby
>Dumb motherfuckers can't even call it death for most of the time, but they can feel it
>They know what it is, and there is no doubt this fella felt it close.
>At that point you can't picky
>You return home and buy a popcycle on your way back.
Prelude to part 2
Well it is being polite and saying please. If it was a smarty demanding something I'd say rape it to death, but this seems like a good fluffy all considered
The development of fluffies is all over the place - they can walk in a day or two yet they carried on their mothers backs. Not only is the chirping/peeping phase end quickly, the learn some advance speech patterns like asking for milk or human surrogate...
>cows assist in difficult horse birth
>donkey leads police on high-speed chase
>74 year old man tortures horse to death
>Charges filed in paintball horse
>Kill buyer prosecution fails (picture of man and horse)
Is this an entirely horse-themed news website, or is new zealand just obsessed with horse news?
Yeah, I like to believe that their maturation period is a lot more stunted than usually shown. I even think Carpdime's interpretation is too accelerated
"Huu huu" Why no one wub fwuffy"
most have a childlike mentality. But they do go through adolescence and such by wanting special huggies and growing quite large. in my own headcannon they become about the size of corgis
That's the most realistic one. Although headcanons suggest that their maturity rate is artificially enhanced due to Hasbio wanting their biotoys to not to continue growing by the time a child is sick of it.
Also the faster maturity rate would explain how they became an overpopulated vermin that plagues the States so fast
I've read that some foals would bite their mother's fluff or be nestled it very snuggly. It really depends because a lot of it is head cannon.
Mine is that a fluffy's fluff is very fluffy so when a foal is resting in it they kinda sink in a bit.
Babies seem to have quite a strong grip considering their size. It's like they reach maximum strength way before maximum size and are probably pretty light weight. I'd guess their bones are pretty hollow like bird bones since they are so brittle and their trashy DNA make up, which makes them very light.
A shame the artist gave up at the end
there is an image for that, but i dont have it currently. They mother basically rolls on her side, lets them climb as high as they can before slowly rolling over and letting them climb onto their backs
Is there a contrast though? In the green fluffy comic, you see the progression of a fluffy from 0-30 days.
In the blue fluffy comic, they stay in the "newborn foal" stage for 0-2 months, just that the foal seems to develop at a slower pace.
Agreed, they wouldn't be pests if they didn't mature rapidly.
People sure love sticking chilis up these things asses. You'd think they'd ahve enough sense to peel them before inserting them so it actualy burns
I've also seen several comics where a mother gets scared at danger and runs away, only to have the foals fly off her back.
I think the foals stay on the back because mommah doesn't really make movements that would have them fall off. If momma gets scared and starts to run away, then foals (especially sleeping foals) are more likely to fall off.
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no such thing. /b/ was never good and was always dying. Your vision of /b/ is flawed and killing yourself would be a kindness. I want you to live. I want you to continue watching your reality fall in front of you and realize that your mind tricked you. You are your own worst enemy, and you will never escape it.
So many fluff artists are slavs and spics, making for some funny misspellings.
"Sensual" is the last word I'd use to describe a fluffy
Speak for yourself
Dammit, robbed of an enfie babbeh's suffering
This artist needs to learn fluffspeak. And seems too talented to be drawing dwarf horses be abused
it got what it asked for
>Trying to dance away it's impending enf
Stay sad my dude
Stay mad my dude
DrGloomy, endlessly lurking, just posted a new story last night even.
you should read stuff if you haven't yet. I'd post the standard infodump images, but i am apparently incapable of getting them to look right. Anyway, read Paul and the Horde, it's good, and winter in the city 1 has fluffies getting ruined by nature...
How can you hurt these precious little things?
I'm actually going to be doing a story on this soon...Owner is a helpless beta hugboxer...but has to leave his spoiled fluffy with his much more strict girlfriend for a couple weeks as he leaves on business. attitude adjustment ensues.
Not true. The sorry stick, sorry box, fear of the dark, etc. There are plenty of ways to train a fluffy. You just need to have patience, and once they learn the rules they can be great little friends.
I hope it fails and the beta hugboxers life is even worse
I love this picture...another one that deserves a story...
and since fluffies can talk. I'm sure you can teach them to do certain jobs as well.
It's all about discipline, as with raising anything, really. Be stern, but fair, don't give disproportionate punishment, and you can get a good fluffy...provided you put in the work.
The issue is ferals, and owners who spoil their fluffies. They turn bratty, or smarty, or just plain entitled and mean with just a little bit of leash. They need a very steady hand to be kept in line, or they revert to cruel, savage children.
They also kind of riff off of the general delicate nature of even big horses. They get SO many ailments, and many of them can be all but crippling for them. Fluffies just ramp that up with a very innocent, yet bratty nature and in-built clumsyness.
There is more Gerald before this. His owner is a teacher who catches some of her brat students abusing him outside the school and adopts him before he gets diagnosed with cancer
Someone posted the part where the detective found Gerald.
That's why it's hilarious. Either you'd need a whole herd, or very small plows. or both. But just imagine the little team of whining, crying fluffies trying to pull a plow while smarty gets the riding crop at the front of the "team"...
Oh good! Winter in the city is all self-contained stories following a general theme. The only reoccurring element is the setting, and thus far Boomer, a one-eyed beast of an alley cat, who's in two of the stories now.
Incidentally, Pinksquirrel is supposed to be doing a comic for Paul and the Horde soon as well...i admit, i'm kinda excited.
That's the thing, they're like kids in that way too. If they get the chance, they'll stray...that's when your discipline system is put to the real test. Plus, it seems to vary depending on fluffies, those that were seriously abused by other fluffies early in life, and alicorns tend to be more connected to humans, and tend to go off the rails less.
Ferals are almost always a lost cause, but you can find some worth the time, it seems. if nothing else, they could be good examples for those wanting or willing to show the good fluffies what happens to bad fluffies...
Usually ferals under the hoof of a smarty is easier to train.
I have no idea. I don't think so though :(
I love it when fluffies earn their happy-ending, with either being good or by suffering just enough.
Comes back to the whole abuse thing. The worse of a time they have before finding a human home, the better behaved they often are, once they learn the house rules. They're more appreciative, as they know what the alternative is, and how quickly they can go back to it.
Runaway pets and pampered indoor brats think that everything will always be handed to them on a platter, which is why they often run off to have babies or whatever it is their owners won't give them. And, just like kids, a cold dash of reality often sends them crying back to home...provided a smarty doesn't snatch them up.
Rudolph from Paul and the Horde fits the bill, and people seem to dig him. he's like one of those nine year old kids that loves to draw, read quietly, is rather polite, and can tell you all the details of how his dad beat his sister to death, then raped his mom until she had a seizure.
Trauma can break people, yes...but sometimes it just sculpts them. Same with fluffies...sometimes they suffer just enough to understand what's at stake, and they become good little furballs.