well fuck I have this in reverse
here's the first one
please read the thread edition
HOLD THE SHITPOSTING!
I have a question.
So ... let me get this straight. Fluffies are a biowarfare weapon developed late in the 1950s by America as a final strike strategy to destroy the Soviet Union, and keem 'em destroyed?
I ... seriously?
What? Are you literally retarded?
Do you not know any history from 1060-1980?
Should answer most of you questions
Also, this is basically the fluffy community in a shellnut.
Fuck this shit man!
I want the slavic explanation to be the real deal.
Nuclear winter pic related ...
The gasmask russian after the apocalypse comic have an ending?
Maybe we should do a kickstarter or something to tempt the artist to finish the story?
Either way, calling it now. Mr. gasmask is a she.
Putting it another way, the more I think about it, the more I love that comic.
Just got home from work, and now I want to destroy something that doesn't deserve it.
anyone interested in a story!
>"hewwo pwetty fwuffy!! Sinimin wuv!"
>"pweas nu go..huu"
>Cinnamon has been glued to the window for the whole day
>the scar across his face deprives him of half of his vision
>but the remaining eye works perfectly fine, and can see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch
>it can also see all the female fluffies that the neighbors are taking out for walks
>it looks like your little boy is fast becoming a man grown
>which means you and him are gonna need to sit down and have a little talk
>"nuu! daddeh nu gif Sinimin upies wite nao! Sinimin nee wook at pwetty mawe!"
>his little wings go all aflutter and his three good legs work overtime paddling air as you pick him up
>"alright little guy, you and daddy need to have a talk about these 'pretty mares' of yours"
>you plunk him down on the couch beside you, long past any uncertainty that he might lose control and make a mess
>Cinnamon is a good fluffy
>"otay daddeh, Sinimin wisten"
>"Cinnamon," you start awkwardly, "you're at an age now where you're gonna start feeling some strange feelings.."
>"you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very very much,
>"and are a teensy bit retarded,
>"they want to express that love, physically...with each other...
>Cinnamon is looking at you like suddenly you're the dipshit
>"daddeh mean speshuw huggies?"
>"oh...yeah I guess you'd already know wouldn't you"
>"Sinimin wike wooking at pwetty mawes daddeh, bu Sinimin knu daddeh say onwy one fwuffy..is otay"
>"Sinimin am used to suffewing."
>you manipulative technicolor faggot
>Cinnamon's brown but that doesn't stop the verbal abuse from rolling through your mind
>besides you know he is actually used to suffering since he's a rescue and the precise color of a good, healthy shit
>which is why he's such a good, grateful fluffy
>"my fluffy's hit puberty" you tell your friend Sam as he meets you at the door
>the yellow stray is back too, sitting at your friend's feet and begging for a home
>"yeah that age is always a tough one," Sam agrees
>"PWEAS fwuffy onwy wan wuv and huggies! Su hungwy and haf saddies aww time nao..huuu"
>you, Sam and the fluffy play a game of soccer together
>eventually yellow gets tired of being the ball and you let him limp away
>"not really sure if this is one of those discipline moments in a fluffy's life or not" you admit
>the two of you begin walking towards the bar at the end of your street
>you live off an arterial road, which is a noisy experience but it's nice being so close to everything
>"listen my man, my little Cream started doing all that whining for babies stuff two years ago" Sam tells you
>"so are you raising a family of little fluff..lings, flufflets?"
>Sam is big
>Sam resonates biker from his moustache to the wiry muscles bulging his leather jacket
>Sam has tattoos and piercings, and is about 30 years older than you
>"nah man, fuck nah. I ain't gonna tolerate listenin to my sweet baby gettin her fluffy puss pounded by some smarty or whatever the fuck you call em"
>"nah, not in my house that's for damn sure"
>you ponder this as you order and sip your beer
>a Creemore, because you aren't a faggot but you aren't broke either
>you suppose the deeper meaning in all this is that you have a male fluffy, so your obligation to him is less protective
>"Sam, what would you say makes a good fluffy?"
>Sam gives this probably more thought than is due
>"shit man, I guess one that likes ya 'nough to put what you want first"
>you nod, that makes sense
>your mind is made up
>in the meantime, some guys taped a smarty to the dart board and you want in
>"NYU DADDEH NYU DADDEH!! BABBEH PWOMISE GIF BESTEST HUGGIES!!"
>fluffy shops are depressing as fuck
>you remember buying Cinnamon from here not too long ago
>other fluffies get fucking vicious when shoppers pick foals in the ugly-colors bin instead of them
>not that getting insulted by an asspained box of rainbows is high on your list of devastating events
>and look, that pure white showpony is still there from your first visit, a little bigger now of course
>still being fawned over by basically all the other fluffies
>some of the poor-colored stallions reaching maturity are gathered at the edge of their pen to get a closer look at her
>"pwettiest fwuffy, smawty wuv! can haf speshuw huggies?" you hear from a deep red stallion
>looks like even the smarties are her bitches
>"nu!" the white mare snaps "am owny haf speshuw huggies an babbehs with BESTEST smawty!"
>"hoo am bestest smawty..?" a green foal asks
>"fwuffy nu kno yet" the white mare admits "but wiww kno when fwuffy see! smawty am be bestest pwettiest stwongest smawty for bestest fwuffy!"
>she seems like the Tinder type tbqh
>"how much for the bratty white one?" you ask a nearby attendant
>"you sure man? she's a handful"
>"I know what I'm about" you say confidently
>breaking animals might be a full time job, but fluffy obedience just takes time and a strong stick-arm
>"alright, well she's half off her foal price, so that's about $25"
>the show pony business started tanking when people realized that, no matter how nice a fluffy looks, it'll still never be anything to brag about
>$25 for a fluffy is still a fucking embarrassment
>you payed a nickel for Cinnamon
>but you're retiring at 30 thanks to your startup's success so whatever
>you give the brown foal you were standing near a gentle scratch behind the ears before agreeing to the cost and going to meet your new fluffy
>"hey you" you greet her kindly "I'm gonna be your new daddy, how about that?"
>she eyes you cautiously
>"nyu daddeh...am daddeh bestest daddeh?"
>"no, just daddy"
>"den fwuffy nu wan. onwy bestest daddeh fow bestest fwuffy" and she whips her head to the side to show disinterest
>"have you ever been introduced to the concept of 'tough shit'?"
>half an hour of screaming later you're walking through the front door of your house with a crate full of angry designer pegasus
>you march her right into Cinnamon's saferoom and dump her out unceremoniously
>"NU WIKE!" she squeals as she falls to the floor "NU WAN WOWST DADDEH WAN GUD DADDEH HUUUU!!!"
>you can't believe you actually bought a fluffy that wants things
>Cinnamon is sitting in the middle of the room looking a little shellshocked
>"daddeh...haf nyu fwuffy?" he asks, his voice quavering
>"yup" you say "this here is uh.." cumstain "snowball."
>"HATE nyu namie!!"
>Cinnamon's lip quivers
>"o..otay daddeh...Sinnimin sowwy fow not be pwetty fwuffy..huuuuu...Sinnimin gu way nao.."
>"oh for fuck's-Cinnamon I'm not replacing you, I just changed my mind about my one fluffy rule"
>"you're still my absolute best fluffy Cinnamon"
>the gentle tap-tap of a fluffy stomping its feet makes you look down
>"SNOWBAWW AM BESTEST FWUFFY! NU STUPI UGWY FWUFFY! WHEW EBEN AM POOPIE FWUFFY'S SEE PWACE?!"
>bitch where even are your manners
>"huuuu..." Cinnamon whines "Sinnimin sowwy fow nu have see pwace pwetty mawe..munstuh took see pwace fow make Sinniman saddies"
>"Ugwy dummeh poopie fwuffy!!! wowstest daddeh! nu wuv."
>and with that she lifts her tail and strains
>but was evacuated at the shelter so nothing comes out but a fart, which briefly startles her
>"now listen here snowball, I don't care how you feel about me, but I want you to play nice with Cinnamon"
>Snowball glares at you and then sticks her tongue out and blows a "thbbbbpbpbpb" at Cinnamon
>it's gonna be a long week
the rest might come a teensy bit slower
>"daddeh, wy am Sinimin ugwy?"
>you look over at your miserable fluffy
>"you're not an ugly fluffy Cinnamon, Snowball just has bad see places"
>"pwetty mawe nu wike Sinimin doh" he's not wrong, the white fluffy playing in his saferoom has done nothing but insult him since you got her yesterday
>and Cinnamon has done nothing but fall in love with her and stare at her white fluff, sighing miserably
>but it's about time for some change around here
>"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" Snowball screeches as she arcs gracefully through the air and onto the shed floor
>"and there are more where that came from, let me tell you" you say
>then you slam a hammer down HARD on the floor beside her head
>"EEP! SCAWY! NU HUWT NU HUWT!!" Snowball cries as she skitters away "huuuuhuuu nu wike dis pwace! Snowbaww cowd!"
>you grab her by the neck and heave her up onto your workbench, where you lean in to growl in her face
>"listen real fuckin' close shitrat" you say as she cringes back "you aren't the best fluffy.
>"you aren't pretty, or nice, and you daddy hates you.
>"there is ONE fluffy in the whole world who loves you, and that's Cinnamon
>"and you are going to at least PRETEND to love Cinnamon right back."
>"NU!" Snowball squeaks through her constricted throat "HATECHU! HATE UGWY SINAMON FWUFFY! WAN BESTEST DADDEH! WAN NICE HOMESIE!!"
>you raise the hammer as if to strike and she recoils with a shriek, holding her hooves up to shield her face
>"never..NEVER insult Cinnamon. Do you understand? You are his new special friend"
>"HUUUUUUHUUUUU NU WAN NU WAN!!"
>"and you are going to tell him you love him, you are going to let him give you special hugs and you are going to give him babies"
>"NU! SNOWBAWW AM NU DOING ANYFING WIFF MUNSTA FWUFFY! SNOWBAWW ONWY SPESHUW HUGGIES WIF BESTEST SMAWTY IN WOWWD! GIF SNOWBAWW NICE DADDEH AND SKETTIS AND WUV NAO!!!"
>unfortunately, you can't actually damage the goods
Yeah, it's an alternative history sort of thing.
Of course it might just be Mr. Gasmask is flipping the fuck out and making shit up on the spot. However, spinning this straight as an alternative history story would be cool as fuck.
>"so here's the deal" you tell Snowball "once a day, every day, I'll let you in to play with Cinnamon"
>"if you are a good fluffy, and you play nice and give good hugs and let Cinnamon do anything he wants, then you can stay in the saferoom and have warm hugs and toys, eat nice food and even spaghetti whenever Cinnamon gets it"
>"if you are bad, if you say mean things, don't let him have special hugs or do ANYTHING wrong, you go back in here
>"you get the sorry stick, you get to eat the worst kibble I could find, and every morning I will clean you off with cold water from the hose"
>"WAWAS NU GUD FOW FW-UCK!" you jab the back of the hammer down her prissy little mouth
>"get it through your fucking head shitrat - I don't give a fuck about you. You are nothing and I will make you as miserable as possible if you make my fluffy sad"
>to illustrate your point, you put the hammer down on the table and pull out your sorry stick
>stashed in the shed cause, really, you haven't had any use for it till now
>Snowball knows damn well what that is
>"NU! NU SOWWY STICK! SNOWBAWW AM GUD FWUFFY SNOWBAWW AM GUD FWUFFY!! NU BE MEANIE MUNSTUH DADDEH PWEAS NUUUU!!!"
>the first *thwack* against her rump is like hot chocolate on a cold winter day
>falling asleep to the sound of rain
>a warm shower after a long day
>"EEEE HEWTIES!! HUUHUUHUUUU!!"
>you're an honest man
>you won't lie
>you whoop that fluffy's ass for a good ten minutes
>by the time you're done she's curled up and shivering in a puddle of her own urine
>"great" you sigh "now you're filthy
>"S-Snowbaww...Snowbaww nu wa-EEEEEEEE" Snowball screeches as the cold water from the hose blasts her off the table
>the shed has a drain in the floor so you can blast any filth she makes a way
>nonetheless you set her up with a litterbox, water and kibble from a box labelled 'Punishment Kibble'
>and leave her sobbing, alone and miserable for the rest of the night
>the shed door goes "BAM" as it closes, leaving her in darkness
Time to raise the weird factor
carp's gotta be my favorite artist
his fluffies are so cute, and he primarily sticks to abusing innocent little foals
what could be better
I already liked Red Baron when he was a bully who beat up Gree Grassie and raped his family. His origin story is great
>"whew pwetty mawe daddeh? Sinimin miss pwetty fwuffy.."
>Cinnamon's playing in his saferoom today, enchanted by the balls and blocks his first owner would never give him
>"Snowball's in timeout because she was a bad fluffy, but I'll let her play with you in a few minutes"
>"yay! fank yu daddeh! Sinimin wuv pwetty Snowbaww!"
>you poor whipped thing
>"well, Snowball loves you too Cinnamon. if she agrees to be nice, you can even give her special hugs"
>Cinnamon lights up like a Christmas tree in a forest fire
>"SINIMIN CAN HAF SPESHUW HUGGIES?!"
>"You may GIVE special hugs."
>daddy didn't raise no catcher.
>"YAAAAY!!!! WUV YU DADDDEH! SINIMIN SU HAPPIES!! WUV WUV WUV"
>moments like these are why you do it
>"alright calm down Cinnamon. now, you understand you're only getting this privilege because you've been a VERY good fluffy?"
>emphatic nodding "YES YES DADDEH! SINIMIN STIWW BE GUD FWUFFY PWOMISE!"
>"that's my boy
>you leave him to go get Snowball
>you woke her up at 5 with the hose and left her to drip dry
>"Snowbaww su cowdies...huuuuuu.." she whines as you walk in
>"today's the big day Snowball" you tell her as you grab a towel "you get to play with Cinnamon in the nice room, so I want you on your best behavior."
>"uuhuuuu...Snowbaww nu wan..nu wan bad speshuw huggies wif munstuh fwuffy"
>that earns her a few smacks with the sorry stick before you roughly towel her dry
>finally you plop her down in the safe room in front of Cinnamon to begin a long, hard day of playing with toys
you want to see solid fluffy art, check out scootafluff by shadysmarty
I'm hoping I got it all in the right order
shady's art quality, attention to detail and the lifelike setups of his characters and scenes are far beyond anything I've seen in the fluffy fandom before. Not to mention the story he tells and his characters are genuinely memorable and really come to life in his world
>"Snowbaww haf saddies?" Cinnamon asks after a minute of staring "nee huggies?"
>Snowball struggles to answer for a second
>"nu wan huggies.."
>"otay! wan pway wif Sinimin?"
>Snowball looks at the blocks and balls, clearly enticed
>she hasn't had anything to play with for a while
>but one look at Cinnamon's scarred eye and she hardens again
>"nu! Snowbaww nu wan pway wif ugwy fwuffy. Nu wan stupi munstuh daddeh ow munstuh speshuw huggies! Am bestest fwuffy! Desewv b-CHEEP!"
>"sorry Cinnamon" you say as you carry Snowball out by her tail "it looks like Snowball doesn't want to be a good fluffy
"WET SNOWBAWW DOWN! HATECHU HATECHU HATECHU DUMMEH DADDEH!!!"
>"huu..otay daddeh.." Cinnamon says as his ears droop
>just before you finish closing the door you hear, in the smallest voice "Sinimin haf heawt huwties..."
>this bitch is hurting your fluffy's feelings
>you whip out the sorry stick when you get back to the shed and hurt Snowball's external feelings
>the shed door goes "BAM" as it closes
>the next day she shits on Cinnamon
>the shed door goes "BAM" as it closes
>the day after that she reluctantly rolls a ball around by herself, but when you leave to get them kibble you return to Cinnamon huuhuuing about a stomped leg
>Snowball throws a tantrum the whole way to the saferoom, which you put up with for all of five seconds in front of Cinnamon
>Snowball grudgingly says hello to Cinnamon, who is ecstatic, before calling him stupid
Now this is my kind of autism.
That last strip showed up yesterday or something. I'm not sure if he's gonna continue Red Baron's origi story ot continue the adult Red Baron story next
yeah, first time I tried posting it it was sort of a half-n-half between people liking it and people complaining there wasn't enough abuse and it was just taking up image limit
figured I'd imgur it this time for convenience
>"HUUUUUUHUUHUUUU!! PWEAS DADDEH NU WAN BAD SPESHUW HUGGIES PWEAS PWEEEAASS!! UUUHUUUUUUU!!!"
>technically, you can't blame the female of any mammalian species for being especially selective of its mates
>it's a good trait to have when you're saddled with the result
>but Snowball is extremely easy to blame for anything, so you do, happily
>"I said SHUT UP!" you snarl at her while you finish looping the hose around its storage hook "nobody gives a fuck what you want, you worthless sack of shit"
>"Cinnamon is my fluffy, he's the best fluffy in the world, and you are here ONLY to make him happy. That is your ONLY purpose in life"
>"HUUUHUUU NU WAN GIF UG.. SINAMON FWUFFY HAPPIES! NU WAN SADDIES NU MOWE JUS WAN WUV AN NICE DADDEH!!"
>you give her a light kick, just enough to wind her
>"I said stop wanting things! You are Cinnamon's fluffy, and I've had enough of your whiney bullshit"
>"huuhuu *kaff* hewties..Snowbaww nu wike..nu wike meanie daddeh and cowd woomie and meanie huwtie nummies..
>"as of today you are going to be nice to Cinnamon. If you aren't, if I catch one "stupid" or "dummy" out of your ungrateful mouth, the only 'nummies' you're getting will be your own shit"
>"UUHUUU NU POOPIE NUMMIES PWEAS!"
>"then you'd better learn how to take a dick you fucking whore"
>"HUUUUUUUUU NU BAD SPESHUW HUGGIES!! Nu poopies eida..uhuuuhuu fwuffy hate poopies AN hate bad speshuw huggies.. nu kno what do.. pweas be nice daddeh?"
>"and I'll yank your tongue out too."
>"HUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUU SCAWY!! SNOWBAWW NU WIKE NU WIKE!!!"
>"I'm going to let you in to the saferoom now and from now on you're going to be a GOOD fluffy
>"no more insults, no sorry p-no shitting on anyone or anything"
>fuck that was close, you had a friend who started using their terminology and dropped out of Harvard when his IQ plummeted too low to understand the curriculum
>"if you need to cry, you wait until Cinnamon isn't around to see you doing it. You are a happy, loving mate to Cinnamon. Or ELSE."
A shame Snowball isn't a masochist like Vinegar
>Cinnamon gets shy around Snowball now
>a teenaged mix of fear and longing that every bespectacled cheerleader-chaser has known
>Snowball doesn't do much as she's dropped down in front of Cinnamon at first
>she's slowly trying to swallow her distaste
>"he-hewwo Sinamon.." she finally chokes out "Snowbaww am...am sowwy fow be meanie fwuffy"
>"Snowbaww wan pway wif Sinamon if Sinamon otay wif pway wif Snowbaww." alright it's stale and put-on but Cinnamon's a fluffy in love
>"WEAWY!? Sinimin WUV pway wif pwetty Snowbaww!"
>"teehee! fank yu Sinamon.." huh, that actually seemed genuine
>you hope this bitch takes cock like she takes compliments so that all of this ain't bust
>the two of them take to the blocks to engage in the 9/11 training that is fluffy block entertainment, so you head off to start preparing dinner
>it's spaghetti day for Cinnamon, so if Snowball's a good enough fluffy she'll finally get some too
>you make the nice stuff, with your own homemade sauce, since you're having some as well
>you're just rubbing in the cumin when the screaming starts
>"SOWWY SOWWY SOWWY! SINIMIN SOWWY HUHUHUUU NU WAN BE MEANIE FWUFFY!" huh, Cinnamon this time
>entering the room, you see Cinnamon sitting upright and bawling his eyes out
>Snowball is curled up with her tail between her legs, suckling on a hoof
>"nu wan...nu wan...sowwy daddeh pweas sowwy.." she mumbles between shuddering breaths "uhuuu...Snowbaww jus nu can haf speshuw huggies huuuuuuuu..gib heawt huwties su muchies huhuhuuuu.."
>you groan - Snowball was so close this time
>after consoling Cinnamon you get Snowball back to her shed
>but not before forcing her to watch Cinnamon eating spaghetti
>The shed is turning into a rape dungeon
Their tits don't make sense to me. They'd shit all over those things
pretty good thus far do continue. Amputation would be delicious for snowball. pic related
>"you can buy ten million dollars worth of one thing, what do you buy?" you ask Sam "and no bullshit like 'gold' or whatever"
>taking careful aim, Sam's dart misses the spread-eagled smarty by half an inch
>"EEP! NU WIKE SHAWPIE HUWTIES! DUMMEH HOOMINS STAHP WITE NAO!!"
>"alright that's a good one. Not really worth it to load up on dumb shit like pizza..."
>"right? my answer's set on really good booze. Cause you get cheap booze, there's too much to ever drink. Ten mill in nice stuff though? perfect."
>you take your shot but only manage to get the dart in the smarty's foreleg
>"well I'll give you that, young man, that's not a bad answer. But mine's gonna have to be ladies."
>you quirk an eyebrow "what, like just hire a bunch of good hookers to hang out with you for life?"
>"as many as you can get for a lifetime supply of bitches man, that's what." his dart actually gets the smarty in the stomach, who starts hyperventilating from the pain
>"y'know chicks'd flock to a dude with ten mill anyway right? even one as ugly as you?" you go wide, hitting the dartboad beside the smarty's head
>"nah man. Get past the bullshit, what every dude wants isn't just lots of ladies, he wants to own em."
>"that's pretty barbaric all of a sudden"
>"conquerer rules. You have the power, you own the bitches. Just cause we got born a thousand years too late to go crusading doesn't make us a different breed of man."
>you practically deus vult on the spot
>but there's a point somewhere in there, sadistic and twisted as it might be
>"so you want to go crusading..?"
>"well now I want ten mill, so thanks for that I guess"
>Sam's shot pins the smarty's dangling left-testicle to the board
problem with that is Snowball's supposed to be as attractive to a fluffy as possible, so our narrator doesn't want to have to resort to damaging her in a way that could reduce her looks
>"nu wike! scawwy! Snowbaww nu wan! nu wike nu wike NU WIKE NU WIKE HUUUUUUU!! WET OUT WET SNOWBEWW OUT PWEAS DADDEH HUUUUHUUUUUUUU!"
>you adjust your headlamp and get a good look at Sam's handiwork
>you're a few hundred meters below the surface of the Earth, with Snowbell now firmly lodged in a microscopic crawl space with her hooves pinned to her side
>Sam's owed you one ever since the day you met him, when you drunkenly helped him out of getting shanked by what you assume was a rival biker gang
>back when you were finishing up highschool
>the next day the quarterback who used to pick fights with you was mysteriously docile, and rumour had it something bad had happened to his parents
>you guys met up at the pub that evening and despite your differences something stuck
>Sam's brought a beer down spelunking with him, and is sipping on it now
>"well it's like I said kid, when you can't hurt a shitrat, you hurt a shitrat's mind"
>"PWEAS OUTIES! PWEAS!! SNOWBAWW SU SCAWEDIES! NU CAN MOOF! NU CAN BWEAF! *haff haff* SCAWY WAWWS CWOSING IN! HEWP! SNOWBAWW HEAW MUNSTUHS!"
>the sorry box is designed to take advantage of the crippling claustrophobia shared by fluffies
>"gonna be honest Sam, these tights caves are kinda freaking me out too"
>"real men aren't risk averse kid, that's a good lesson to pick up sooner rather than later"
>yeah yeah whatever you sage fuck
>"alright listen up Snowball" you say, leaning towards the crack you've got her crammed in
>"I don't like you, you don't like me, but we've gotta be a team when it comes to making Cinnamon happy. Here's my final offer:
>"you do everything Cinnamon wants and be nice to him, or I leave you stuck here in the dark for the rest of your life"
>"NU! NU! *haff* SNOWBAWW PWOMISE! *haff* PWOMISE BE GUD FWUFFY! HAF SPESHUW HUGGIES WIF SINAMON! *haff* PWOMISE! PWOMISE PWOMISE PWOMISEPWOMISEPWOMISE!"
>you broke her
>Snowball's trembling as she rolls the ball towards Cinnamon
>you can see the anxiety of what she has to do written on her face as you walk in with two bowls of spaghetti
>doesn't matter, what important is how Cinnamon's face lights up
>"Sketties 'GAIN?! WUV WUV WUV DADDEH!"
>Snowball carefully looks up at you "f-fank yu..daddeh. Snowbaww nevuh haf sketties befow."
>she's finally calling you daddy now
>"now remember you two, spaghetti is only for GOOD fluffies" you give Snowball a look that shrinks her "so I hope I don't REGRET giving it to either of you"
>Cinnamon loudly swears allegiance as usual, while Snowball sweats it out
>this spaghetti is a pact and she knows it
>"and Cinnamon, I believe Snowball has something very special she'd like to tell you after you're done your spaghetti, don't you Snowball?" you say, lowering the bowls
>"YAY! Snowbaww get haf sketties wif Sinimin now!"
>"y-yes Sinamon! Snowbaww wuv sketties wif Sinamon!"
>the iron rules of genetics soon kick in, and Snowball hungrily goes to town on her spaghetti
>must be godlike after all that rock-solid, bitter kibble she's used to
>you leave them to prepare for bed, smiling slightly when you finally hear "enf enf enf" coming from the saferoom
>actually that's fucking weird, you go put on some headphones and blast System of a Down for a bit
>you check on them an hour later
>Cinnamon's curled up around Snowball, whose eyes are still wide open and disturbed
>doesn't matter, Cinnamon's snoring happily away
>drink it in
>you're a man now, son
There's something immaturely hilarious about saying "butt-tits" aloud. Try it.
>the most miserable fluffy in the world
>you have all the toys and delicious kibble you could ask for
>you sleep in the softest bed and eat sketties once a week
>but you hate it
>you hate the fake smile you need to keep plastered on your face
>you hate the scary sleepy stories you have of when daddy hurts you
>and most of all you hate getting special hugs from Cinnamon
>the monster fluffy who doesn't even act like a monster
>he just smiles and says he loves you and never leaves you alone
>you like being alone, because then you get to cry and let all the sad water out
>you were supposed to have a nice daddy who would give you anything you wanted
>you were supposed to have babies with a big, tough smarty who could do anything he wanted
>now your tummy is starting to get bigger, you know you're a soon-mother
>Cinnamon is thrilled, of course
>you can feel him nuzzling your tummy
>he always does that
>touches you like you belong to him, like you're just some toy
>daddy says you do, that you are just a toy for Cinnamon to enjoy
>you think that's mean and horrible but you don't argue
>you can't spend another night in the sorry room being cold and wet and miserable
>Cinnamon nuzzles up to your face and you quell the shiver of disgust
>"Sinimin su happies Snowbaww! Be daddeh soon wif speshuw fwen and giv wots of wuv an huggies to babbehs!"
>you know you'll have to care for his children soon, but you hope it's not too soon
>really, you could get sort of used to it
>"Oh! Snowbaww, daddeh teww Sinimin about a gweat idea!" Cinnamon suddenly squeaks "he say Sinimin can gif speshuw huggies..in MOUF!"
>not TOO used to it
thanks for coming with me on this journey friends
Yeah, but they're nipples/udders, not big dangling humanesque titties.
I'm probably just freaked out after reading some gross story about a dude banging an athro fluffy and how it was cupping it's boobs.
Those things freak me out. Just like when people give fluffies pacifiers and diapers. Feels like they're roleplaying them as kids.
nice nice. Next time I suggest adding foals into the mix by getting her artificially pregnant (turkey baster) to have leverage over her. Slowly turn the foals against her, ect.
Nah, somebody linked it in a thread. It was up on the booru. It was in two parts about some dude paying 5 grand for a Fluffyshy anthro with the hopes of selling it for more to MLP fags cause it was a virgin, but then he can't stop himself from fucking it. Blech
I love it when regular fluffies are forced to care for monster fluffies.
NO FUCK YOU CORE THIS IS OUR THREAD GET OUT
huh reminds me of this
I thought about getting foals in there, but at the end of the day I'm still selling a power fantasy, and the object in question has to be an unspoiled pure virgin, white as the driven snow etc etc. Turning her into a mom in any way spoils it the way damaging her appearance does.
Unfortunately it means I did struggle to come up with ways to abuse her, but I figure in the end being forced to take the "womenfolk assimilated into stronger group" symbolism was the ultimate abuse for her
hmm another way would be to buy a couple of pregnant mares to keep around to make her envious of their happiness. Maybe get them to treat her as the "dummeh mare wif no babbehs"
Little Known Fact About Fluffies. By DarkDefender.
>Fluffies are born with certain programming.
>Their first words are often relating to "miwkies and wuv" despite having never hear these words before.
>Fluffies, however, are so stupid that they malfunction if you question their reasoning on these intrinsic beliefs.
>Smarty Foal named Alex.
>"STUPI DADDEH, NO WAN DUMMEH KIBBEW! WAN SKETTIES!"
>"Alex, where did you hear that word? I've never said spaghetti in front of you."
>"AWEX WAN' SKET-t-...teefff an' WU-UUUUUVVV *chirp chirp chirp!* STHKETTTTEEEEETH AWE gguuuuuud fow-fow-ffffow babBEHHHHH *chirp chirp chirp chirp!*"
>Starts derping and foaming at the mouth while giving "huggie weggies."
>"THKETTIES AWE bes-bes-BESTEST NUMNUMNUMMEEEEEEEESSSSSS an KIRRRRBULLLLLL POOOPEE NUMNUMS."
>Starts sucking hoof and chirping while violently convulsing.
>Goes limp and blood starts leaking from his orifices.