New fluffy thread
I hope this guy makes more soon.
I feel sorry for the orange one. It looks cute in it's little knight outfit and is playing along. Fuck that lazy green one though
"Why meanies nu wub fwuffy?"
>On October 24, 2014, TLC announced the cancellation of the show after reports surfaced that June Shannon was dating a man convicted of child molestation. Shannon denied these reports. The man in question, Mark Anthony McDaniel, Sr., was convicted of aggravated child molestation of an 8-year-old in March 2004. McDaniel is listed as a registered sex offender with the Georgia Sex Offender Registry. Shannon's eldest daughter confirmed that she is the child who was molested by McDaniel 10 years earlier. TLC commented on the future of the series regarding the current situation with the following statement: "We are currently reassessing the reports, but we do not currently have Here Comes Honey Boo Boo in production".
You are now aware that Honey Boo Boo and Fluffy Abuse both have babbeh enfing in common
I like the idea of how disappointing these things retardedness would be for bronies
Sketti and being an enfie babbeh?
In from last thread where I left off talking about the finer points of foal smoking and why it's the obvious choice for the homeless.
She really is a fluffy mommah
I'm excited where the Red Baron origin story will go after how hoeeibly he treated that green fluffy in the first chapter
>Dat second panel face
Fluffies work as insulation and a new high for hobos?!
I'm guessing, as a recovering addict, that they really don't fucking care just so long as it gets them ripped. Just going by what I've seen... Though I personally like to think that it's a meth kind of high.
They still fork out top dollar for them though. Show accurate fluffies are supposed to go for alicorn prices, no matter how much of a shitting retaded mess they are
In the canon it was programmed into them by Hasbio so people would have a cheap treat for them. Fluffies don't know the difference between ramen noodles with ketchup splatted on them or a five star spaghetti meal from a to chef. They just know that "sketties" are the best food ever.
Real reason was mentioned in the last thread. Pic related.
Also link related
I'm waiting with baited breath for the next strip.
Here, I can post chapter 1 with an adult Red Baron
Popcorn & Daffy
>Your fluffy Popcorn is pregnant. She should be giving birth any day now.
>You can still remember when you got her last year. A neighbor had been breeding fluffies and you were interested in taking one home.
>After your neighbor’s mare gave birth they told you that once they are old enough they would allow you to take first pick before they sold the rest.
>You set up a safe room for your new pet and made sure that when they came home they would have everything they would ever need, including a pet door to the back yard.
>Once they were ready to live one their own your neighbor called you and you went by to pick up your new adolescent fluffy.
>There were five in the litter, but one stuck out to you immediately. A snow white female with an electric yellow mane.
>She immediately ran up to you and wrapped herself around your leg. “Be nu daddeh? Wuv daddeh!”
>”Hello sweetheart, would you like to come home with me? I think I’ll call you Popcorn.”
>”Yay! Pawpcon wuv daddeh!”
>You let her say goodbye to her mother and siblings and brought her home.
>You were happy to have a female, hearing how temperamental male fluffies can be. Training her should be a piece of cake, especially since she was born in a home and not a feral.
>Boy were you wrong. She refused to use the littlebox, shitting all over her safe room, refusing to eat kibble, talking back. Luckily you had done your homework on fluffy training and were ready.
>She quickly learned about what she called “bad poopies” and that anytime they happened she would see the sorry stick.
>Not eating her kibble and demanding “sketties” would result in no food at all the rest of the day.
>You even built a sorry box for when she would talk back or be demanding.
>Pretty soon all of her bad behavior came to an end and you got to reward her good behavior, something you had been looking forward to.
>Popcorn began getting weekly “Skettie” dinners when she would eat her kibble without complaint, regular trips to the park, and new toys.
>Her favorite would be when you would let her into the living room to watch TV with you.
>”Daddeh upsies! Pawpcon watch teebee!?” She wouldn’t even watch long, just sit with her head in your lap while you scratched her mane until she fell asleep.
>She had been with you for a year when something changed. You noticed she would pay more attention to the TV whenever a foal was on screen.
>”Do you like the little fluffies, Popcorn?”
>”Pawpcon wuv babbehs daddeh, babbehs fun to pway. When Pawpcon is big fluffy pawpcon have babbehs too, but Pawpcon just a babbeh now.”
>You realize she can’t really tell she has grown up, being the only fluffy in the house, she still thinks she is a baby. It would be good for her to have more fluffies to interact with.
>”Well Popcorn you’re a big fluffy now, and if you can take care of all your babies and teach them how to be good fluffies like I taught you, you can have babies.”
>You have never seen her so excited “Am big fwuffy! Have babbehs! Pawpcon be mommah!” Jumping all around the room.
The final panel on this one makes me physically cringe
>You began researching fluffy breeding the next day. At first you were concerned that the foals would be temperamental like Popcorn was when she was younger, but learn that temperament traits are usually inherited from the father.
>You find a breeding stud advertised as being very docile, loving, and obedient.
>A black stallion with a green mane.
>You brought Popcorn over to meet her new special friend and now here we are, waiting eagerly for your fluffy to give birth.
>Unfortunately you were not there when it happened. You arrive home from work to find her cooing with 3 newborn foals.
>2 males, one white like his mother, the other brown. 1 female, bright green like her father’s mane. All seem healthy. The two bright foals are feeding while the brown waits his turn, crying.
>You sit with them for a few minutes stoking Popcorn’s mane while she feeds her babies.
>”Ok Popcorn, time to feed the last one, these two have had enough.”
>”Nu daddeh, bestest gud babbehs get milkies.”
>You are immediately concerned. “Why don’t you feed the brown one?”
>”Dat babbeh looks like poopie and no get milkies, only pwetty babbehs get milkies.”
>You can’t believe it. You taught her better than this, and she promised you that she would take care of all of her babies.
>”Is that so?”
>You carefully take the two bright babies from their mother, being careful not to hurt them (after all, this isn’t their fault) and place them in a bowl on the table.
>”NUUUU!!!! NU TAKE BABBEHS! BABBEHS NEED MOMMAH!”
Lol, his daughter is a slut now. Red Baron's dick game is too strong
>Popcorn immediately starts jumping towards the table, almost trampling the brown foal, and you shove her against the wall to keep it safe.
>”Huuuuuu. Why daddeh give hurties? Nu wan, babbehs need mummah.”
>”You have a baby right there that needs you. FEED HIM”
>”Bu daddeh, poopie babbeh nu am pwetty. Milkie only fo pwetty babbehs!”
>”That’s it!” You pick her up by the tail and grab the sorry stick as she squeals in protest.
>”Why sawwy stick, daddeh!?!?! NUUU!” You give her 5 swift and hard strikes across the backside.
>”You promised to take care of all your babies and you broke your promise!”
>”Pawpcon sawwy, Pawpcon sawwy! Nu maw owies! Pwease daddeh, babbehs need mommah.”
>”You can have the other 2 back after you feed this one.”
>”Huuu, Pawpcon feed poopie babbeh, huuuhu.”
>”And stop calling him that. I guess he needs a name. I think I’ll call him Nut.”
>She relents and feeds Nut.
>”Pawpcon feed poo…..Newt, hav other babbehs back now?”
>You pick up the bowl with the 2 chirping babies and place them near their mother.
>”Remember Popcorn, you promised to take care of all of your babies, if this happens again you will get much worse than the sorry stick, do you understand?”
>”Pawpcon underswand daddeh. Mommah give milkies and huggies and wuv to all babbehs… “sniff” huhu.”
>Things seem to go well from here. Popcorn feeds all of the foals. When playing with them she still seems to avoid Nut but after a stern look she would cower away and let Nut play with her and the other foals.
>The other 2 seem to have no problem with Nut and play with him often, at least when Popcorn will allow. You eventually name the white one Cotton and the green one Kale.
>After a few weeks they begin to mature and start to talk. Their manes come in and they are all active and happy. Except for Nut who isn’t growing as fast as the other two.
>Whenever you are around he is being fed. His siblings play with him, even Popcorn does from time to time. Maybe he is just a runt.
>But you need to be sure. You go out and buy one of those nanny cams, the ones hidden in a teddy bear. And why not, you pick up a baby monitor too, it may come in handy.
>All the fluffies are happy about the bear, even though they can’t play with it.
>”Nu fwiend? Pway wif babbehs” Asked Kale.
>”This is a bear, he is your new friend but he is not to play with. He is gunna sit on the shelf and you can look at him.”
>”But Cotun wun pway wif bear.”
>”I know but I got you guys some new blocks to play with instead.” It is way too easy to appease them.
>”Yay, Newt wuv bwakies!”
>You get home from work the next day ready to put your plan in motion. You take the bear and connect it to the TV. Then go get your fluffies.
>”Popcorn, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
>”Daddeh have supwise for Pawpcon, extwa sketties!?!!”
>”Not really, since you’ve been such a good mother you and your babies get to watch TV tonight.”
>”YAY wuv teebee!!”
>You bring them into the living room and switch the set on. It starts playing from just before you left for work.
>”Daddeh, babbehs on teebee?” She is clearly confused.
>”Yes Popcorn, this show is what you and your babies did today, since you’re such a good mother.”
>She immediately becomes concerned as she sees herself walking over and feeding her foals on screen.
>”Da….Daddeh, Pawpcon nu wike teebee. Nu watch nu more.”
>It seems your suspicions were correct, too furious to say anymore you just keep watching.
>You see yourself leave and as soon as you hear the sound of the door closing you watch Popcorn kick Nut away.
>”Huhu, why mommah nu wuv Newt? Giv biggest hurties?”
>”Poopie babbeh nu get milkies wen daddeh gun! Worstest babbeh!”
>After Kale and Cotton finish feeding they go over to Nut. Kale hugs him while Cotton roles over their ball.
>”Why bwudder hav saddies? Pway?!?! Make Newt fewl bettah!”
>Before Nut can even stand up Popcorn comes up. “Nu pway wif poopie babbeh! Gud babbehs gif poopie babbeh owies onwy!”
>Cotton protests “Nu mommah, Cotun wuv bwudder. Nu gif hurties, only huggies!”
>Popcorn stares down her foal. “Gud babbehs gif worstest hurties to poopie babbeh or am a bad babbeh!”
>”Ok mommah, sawwy Newt!” Both foals begin stomping Nut, crying while they do so.
>”Poopie babbeh nu tew daddeh or get fowevah sleepies!”
>You stop the tape, unable to watch anymore. You just thought that Popcorn was neglecting Nut, but encouraging her foals to hurt him. This is too far.
>You quickly grab the foals and put them back in the safe room. Popcorn is in shock from fear, barely able to speak.
>”Saa…sa…sawwy dadd…SCREEEEEE!” You grab her by the tail and take her outside. You throw her in the shed and she hits the back wall with a thud. She is out cold. Good.
>You go back inside to check on the foals.
>”Wewe mommah?!?! Mommah haf hurties?!?!”
>”Your mom is going away for a while, she was being a bad fluffy.”
>”Nuuuu, wan mommah, wan mommah!!!”
>”Its ok guys, I’m gunna take care of you.” You get out an old electric blanket to keep them warm and stay with them to make sure they feel safe, they have never been without their mother but the fact that you’re there gets them to stop crying and fall asleep.
>You head over to the 24 hour super store, you’ll need some supplies for what you’re planning.
>The next morning you open the shed door to find Popcorn quietly crying on the ground.
>”Daddeh, Pawpcon sawwy. Pwease, gif huggies, weggie haf biggest hurties!”
>Her leg is definitely broken, doesn’t matter, she won’t need it.
>You take her by the nape of her neck and put her in the car.
>At the vets office they are getting her prepped for amputation.
>”Take all four, and spay her while you’re at it.”
>”Nuuuuu, nu take weggies!!!”
>”Do you sell muzzles?”
>”Yes sir, the operation will take a few hours you can stay with her if you li…”
>”Naw, I’ve got some things to take care of.”
>The vet muzzles Popcorn as she cries and grabs for you. You make your way out the door.
>The next stop is the fluffy shelter.
>”We really don’t have many adult fluffies to choose from, people don’t really want them and we usually put them down quickly. You can check out our adult pen though.”
>Five fluffies in the pen. 3 are playing together, one is asleep on its back, and one more, a yellow and red mare, sitting in a corner by itself.
>”What’s her story? The red and yellow one?”
>”That’s Daffodil. She was brought in by a breeder. Apparently she has had 3 litters, all stillborn. We’ll probably end up selling her as a milkbag or euthanizing her.”
>”She’s perfect. I’ll take her.”
>In and isolated pen you introduce yourself to your new fluffy.
>”Hi Daffodil, can I call you Daffy? They told me you had babies before.”
>”Dat ok mistah, can caw Dawfy. Dawfy have babbehs but all babbehs take fowevah sleepies. Dawfy am bad mommah. huhu”
>You feel bad. Bringing up her litters clearly made her sad.
>”I’m sorry Daffy. Listen, I have three baby fluffies that need a new mom. Would you like to come live with me and take care of my fluffy babies?
>”Daffy have new homie wif nice mistah, and haf babbehs!?!?! Dis bestest evah!!!!”
>When you get home you put Daffy in the living room and go to the safe room to check on the foals.
>They clearly are scared, their mother has been gone for a long time at this point.
>”Daddeh, wewe mommah?!?! Kawe haf tummie hurties, need milkies.”
>”You mom was a bad fluffy and had to go away, don’t worry though. I have a new mom for you. She is a good fluffy and will take good care of you.”
>”New mommah? Gif milkies and huggies to Cotun and oter fwuffies?”
>You let Daffy into the room. “This is your new mom guys. She will love and you take care of you as much as you need.”
>Both Kale and Cotton run up and jump on Daffy, chirping happily with their new mother. Nut is reluctant though. Approaching very cautiously. Daffy notices.
>”Hewwo babbeh, am nu mommah. Babbeh haf name?”
>”Babbeh……babbeh is Newt.”
>”Mommah wuv Newt, com get biggest huggies and milkies.”
>Nut jumps into her arms chirping happily as tears run down both of their faces, experiencing for the first time the love they had longed for.
>At this point you phone alarm goes off. Time to pick up Popcorn, you completely forgot.
>”I’ll be back soon guys, Daffy take care of your new babies!”
>She is still knocked out from the anesthetic by the time you get her home. You are in the shed with her when she finally wakes up.
>”Wha happen daddeh? Nu feel weggies, wewe babbehs?”
>You were a very bad fluffy Popcorn and an even worse mother. You can’t have babies anymore and your legs are gone forever. She begins to wail.
>”Huhu. Daddeh gif babbehs fowever sweepies and take weggies away! Huhuhu.”
>You muzzle her. “Your babies are not dead. Now let me show you your new home.”
>The night before you put it together. You placed her sorry box right up against the pet door to the safe room but replaced the door with two-way glass. She struggles as you place her in it and begins crying again. You take off her muzzle.
>”See safwoom and babbehs! Babbehs need mommah, Daddeh take Pawpcon to babbehs? Why babbehs nu see mommah?”
>”You can’t go in there anymore and your babies don’t need you.” Just as you say this Daffy comes into her line of sight and all 3 babies begin to play with her and feed.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh, no am mommah, Pawpcon is mommah!”
>”That’s your baby’s new mom. She is a good fluffy and takes care of all her babies.”
>”NUUUUU!” Popcorn begins to cry and squirm, you put the muzzle back on her and close the lid, but not before attaching the baby monitor so she can hear how happy her babies are with their new mother. You knew that would come in handy.
>The next few months go very well with the foal’s new mother. Despite being abandoned she was clearly well trained and taught all her new babies as well.
>She made sure they always used the litter box and never played too dangerously. She even disciplined them when need be. You found yourself rewarding them much more often for good behavior.
>It didn’t take long at all for the foals to forget their old mother. At that age their memories aren’t great anyway.
>The closest interaction they would ever have with her was playing in front of their new toy, the mirror.
>They thought it was the best to watch themselves play but it was torture for Popcorn.
>Every day you fed and cleaned Popcorn. The muzzle only came off long enough for her to eat the grass she was given.
>She would try and apologize and ask for her babies back but she quickly learned that talking or making too much noise got her the sorry stick.
>You didn’t want the foals to hear her and get confused.
>Eventually the foals had been eating solid food on their own for a few weeks and you knew it was time to let them go.
>After all, you couldn’t exactly keep 4 (well 4 ½) full grown fluffies.
>The day came for you to send them off to new homes.
>You built a small pen in the front yard for them to play in and show off to prospective buyers. You also built a table over the pen for Popcorn where she couldn’t be seen from inside the pen itself.
>You place her on the table before you let Daffy and the foals out. You want Popcorn to see this as well.
>Cotton was the first to go, followed quickly by Kale.
>Even though Nut had become your favorite you knew with his dark colors it would be harder for you to find him a home.
>You were about to call it a day and bring them back inside when a young girl and her mother strolled by.
>”Look mommy, fluffies! Can we get one?”
>”I don’t know sweety, I know we told you that we would get you one soon but I wanted to go through a professional breeder.”
>The girl approaches the pen and starts petting Nut.
>”Hewwo pwetty hoomin, am Newt, be nu mommah?”
>”Mommy I want this one, it’s really nice!”
>”Ok, if you really want it.”
>You tell Nut he is going to have a new home now. He goes and nuzzles Daffy to say goodbye while you talk to the little girl and her mom. Soon Nut is nuzzling your hand.
>”Daddeh gif upsies for by-by huggies?”
>This really touched you. You always had a soft spot in your heart for Nut but never expected him to think of missing you while he was excited about his new home.
>You pick up Nut and give him a big hug goodbye when he notices the white and yellow fluffy sitting on the table off to the side.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh? Why fwuffy haf nu weggies?”
>Popcorn notices he sees her and begins trying to call to him through the muzzle and wiggle around excitedly?
>”That’s a bad fluffy, bad fluffies have to lose their legs. If you want I can take you over to say hi to her.”
>”Nu daddeh, Newt nu wike bad fwuffies.”
>You hand Nut off to the little girl and they leave with him cooing in her arms.
>Tears begin streaming from Popcorn’s eyes, having been rejected by the foal she had rejected herself, with no one to love her.
>That night you leave her in the drop box at the same shelter where you got Daffy.
>At home you sat on the couch with Daffy’s head in your lap.
>”Dawfy miss babbehs daddeh, but Dawfy happy babbehs haf good new housies and famiwy. Dawfy wuv babbehs.”
>”You were a great mother Daffy. I’m very proud of you.” You’re not sure if she heard you or was already asleep.
>You couldn’t help but wonder about Popcorn in the shelter. It is usually a week before they put fluffies down.
>She isn’t that desirable anymore but maybe someone will take her home, like you took home Daffy.
>But like the volunteer said, people usually don’t want adult fluffies.
Good story. I always like when the fluffies are emotionally put in their place
nope, artist said she won't do actual porn of her
Why did this crack me up so bad?
Just look YouTube any video of a rabbit getting killed. That's the SCREEEEEEEEE sound.
>Only fluffy worth anyhting is the ones that know they are worth nothing
Yeah, I prefer when they are fucked over due to their own stupidity or between fluffies. Most straight up abuser stories/comics feel a bit too psycho
Neither. She's not popular, but no other furry would slam her because they think it's rude.
Ignoring that stuff has become easy. The only drawback is the image limit getting reached faster. Oh well, no problem making a new thread when that happens
What in Sam Hill is this shit?
Why are you guys obsessed with comics portraying the torture/rape/murder of small animals?
Why does this exist?
is that an innuendo or?
Wouldn't fluffies shit all over their tits when they are feeding foals and constantly getting engorged?
.....Fuck my will to spam is no more. Cya fluffags.
They are a representation of the worst parts of humanity piled into a creature nobody generally cares about that can be killed/maimed/tortured without any repercussion.
I used to be a skeptic like you, but its cathartic.
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
And its not really BAD drawing, but I would rather see it in its own thread rather than in shitpost-mode here.
There are such things when dealing with them. A term; Hugbox, where they are generally well taken care of and respectable and not niggerish shitrats. Also sadbox which deals with sadness and misery befalling them.
Its a good example of a mix of the two that creates a good story by the standards of greentext. And its new(for me at least)
So does he just carry around fluffys so that whenever someone pisses him off he can just thwack them over the head with it?
Exactly. Or they could just invade one of the truly degenerate threads. Trap, cock rate, etc.. Like I do when its time for da orkz to take wunna dem treadz! Which I used to do to these but I have since seen the light.
>You run a nature documentary show
>You're like Planet Earth, except your studio wants you to film some fluffies
>Whatever, if the public is stupid enough to be interested in fluffies who are you to deny them?
>So you set out to a state park that's had confirmed reports of feral fluffies
>This should be interesting
>You set up camp in a large open field and hope for fluffies
I CANT HANDLE CONTRADICTION OF THIS MAGNITUDE!!!!!!!!
It's gotta suck working in pet shops in the fluffy universe
I hope you do not embitter me to take screenshots
The constant babbling and shitting you have to take care of
No wonder they let shit like this happen
Too much beating can fuck up a child. both physically and mentally.
However not enough physical discipline and a child will grow up to be snotty, disrespectful and just all around a spoiled rotten person with a personality to match that of a feral Smarty.
The whole point of great parenting is finding the sweet spot of spanking your child just enough to teach them respect while not so much that they fear everything and abuse others to make up for the lack of control they had in their own childhood.
Parents should not have respect towards their parents. If they do, they will want to follow their beliefs. Thus perpetuating religion, and making the world a dumber place. Sure, they'll be snotty and rotten for a little while, but they'll be very intelligent as adults.
Spanking your child isn't about punishment. It never should be. Unless they are showing a blatant disrespect. When you spank your child it should only ever be for them being disrespectful. not because they did something wrong like break a lamp or shit on your floor. Spanking or hitting your child is not the way to correct those misbehaviours. Those are corrected through timeouts and speaking to your child about what they did.
It's time for Game of Foals to begin...
"Yu win ow yu foweva sweepies"
>After two days you see them
>There's maybe fifteen head in this herd, two pregnant mares and four others with foals
>The rest are male bodyguards, also known as toughies, and the leader is a purple unicorn with green main, you assume that he's the smarty
>You observe them stop at command of the smarty and look for danger. One of the toughies, who you decide to call Plissken, chase away some field mice and all of a sudden the herd sings praises in his honor
>You shake your head as they fill up on grass and roots
>The pregnant mares are fed by the male attendants who are comprised completely of shit colored runts
>They eat for a while and build temporary nests
>Later at dusk the smarty declares and that the 'yewwow sky baww' has gone away and that they should sleep to which the herd does
>You take notes and then head to bed yourself, tomorrow is going to be a long day you feel
I'm gonna continue Game of Foals for a bit, the idea is babbehs are made to reenact the series and are slaughtered or maimed accordingly, and their mummahs are forced to watch knowing exactly what's going to happen
true, he said he was doing a clueless foal series. or working on one. maybe he has plans for that. still good design overall lol
Time for the question of these threads:
If you could have a fluffy pony as a pet, what would it's
>colour configs (ex. Mane, body and tail)
>Horned, wings or normal (earth type)
I await all responses submitted
>After a quick shit and morning coffee you follow the herd
>They've covered a lot of ground for such small and fragile animals
>As you gained on them, you witness the first fluffy on fluffy you've ever seen
>Plissken is shoving one of the attendants head into a small pond
>The poor runt tried to escape the toughies grasp and was almost killed if it wasn't for the smarty who demanded that Plissken let his victim go due to his status as an attendant
>Plissken let the helper go reluctantly and went off to a mare
>You assumed it was his mate as the foals perked up at the sight of him
>He hugged his children and brought them some food
>As the family scene went on you turned your attention to a pregnant mare
>You called this one Darcy and watched as she tried to move to bite some near by flowers
>After ten minutes of trying and failing she cries out for one of the attendants to get the flowers for her
>He does so and she bounces up and down again
>The rest of the days is equally boring and you decide to turn in early
Hehe. It would be... I'll get to work on this right away. I'm a shit drawer, so it may take awhile. I'll also write some shit for you all to fap to.
Lurk the fluffy threads, anon. Like Macarthur, I will return.
>Day three of fluffy documentary
>You start your day with rain, lots and lots of rain
>You want to move out as soon as possible since the whole herd can be wiped out by flash flooding caused by rain
>So you forgo coffee and try to find the herd
>However, when you do you don't like what you see
>You find most of the herds foals drowned and Darcy seriously hurt, the others are fine except one of the non pregnant mares crying her eyes out at the loss of her entire litter
>The smarty has at least enough sense to seek shelter under a large oak tree
>You want to intervene, but that would violate your contract
>So you sit and watch as Darcy slowly bleeds to death surrounded by dead foals
>The rain doesn't let up all day so both you and your fluffy friends go to bed hungry
Fluffies are stupid. Therefore, they see Alicorns as monsters for one of three reasons:
1. They look different, so they are bad
2. They are jealous. (Alicorns live longer and are smarter)
3. They were genetically modified by Hasbio to kill Alicorns. That way, Hasbio could breed Alicorns and maintain a decent monopoly on them
Because they're smart, rare, and live longer, they tend to be much more expensive.
They just do.
Dat White Alicorn
in some of the headcanon, fluffies were genetically ingrained to sort their own foals, thats why there is such open hatred of brown colored foals. Alicorns were the most recent type to come about in the lab, but the mothers dont recognize them as fluffies since they arent one of the three known types. They hate even good colored alicorns
Yep. They're about as smart as a human toddler. Well, that's giving then too much credit... I took care of my cousins when they were toddlers. They were a hell of a lot smarter than any of these horses.
I know, but I toss my cat around (I know cats' bones aren't made of soggy breadsticks) and catch him, so I think he'll still has fun.
Cork or feed him some more hardened food out of hopes that he doesn't automatically shit on me. I spent 2 weeks cleaning my cat's room (my half-bath that we put his litterbox in) when he got diarrhea, so it's no big deal to me.
The jumping though... might have to train that.
>Day four and there's clear skies abound
>You hike out to the herd and find them in their grief and morning of their lost friends
>All in total nine dead foals. The little dam you named, Darcy, died sometime last night too
>The toughies bury the dead and cry a little themselves too
>However the smarty gets bold and declares all the foals 'dummeh' and what happened next disgusted you to no end
Well I don't have a gun but I do have "Arctic wickedlaser" Also known to be one, if not the strongest handheld laser in the world. That will blind turbofucker. Then run and give it a good kick.