I needed that! Thanks!
I really appreciate the artwork in this one.
ZK is based as fuck.
Does someone know why the mods are or were in a hunting spree to 404 fluffy threads??
No idea. But it seems to happen randomly; threads dying while active and only half full.
Followed that tutorial how does it look think I can be fluffy creator
That looks great.
you can always use this tutorial for foals
Can someone please explain to me what the appeal of this is? I haven't been here in many years and don't understand this. Is this for people who like to hurt animals or something? Not trolling or bait.
It's just ponyfags thinly veiling it as something else so they can post their cancer on other boards.
The next morning was better. I know not a lot of us have good lives, memories, or even outlooks but there are some times that could make the most ardent pessimist an optimist. It was a good fucking morning. Would've been a longer morning, but Annalisa had to leave for work. Odd morning shift at the Day Care. Usually she doesn't like getting out of bed before 1000.
Regardless, it was time to start my day with a bath and booze. I was soaking when I heard the telltale soft yawn of a certain fluffy.
“Daddeh? Mommah?” Riddick asks, still sleepy. I guess he was looking in circles in the bedroom. “Gif Widdik upsies pwease.” he asks the empty bed. Taking a sip of my drink I ponder. Should I let him wander until he looks in the bathroom or just give the little dude a break. I would've been angry with him still, but eh, that passed. Letting a soft whistle.
“Riddick, in here buddy.”
“Daddeh!” he says, trotting quickly into the bathroom. “Daddeh, whewe Mommah?” he asks tilting his head.
“Ah, she went to work.” He still doesn't understand the concept of work. “Earn nummies?” I try explaining on the fluffiest of levels. Riddick seems to understand, at least some. He nods then sits down on the tile floor.
“Baff time fow Daddeh an' Widdik?” he asks. I consider for a moment, I haven't given him a bath in a couple weeks. Finishing my drink I just look down at the guy. He must've taken it as I was upset, Riddick shrank back.
“Sounds like a plan.” saying with a smile. “Let me finish first.” Never want to be naked in the same room as a fluffy again. Riddick nods moving to the litter box to do this business. Not feeling like watching I dunk my head under the water, scrubbing my face as I do.
“Riddick, are you just going to wait there until I get out?” asking as I wipe the excess water from my eyes. He nods enthusiastically. “I have a better idea, go make the biggest block stack you can.”
sounds about right
>capt. Cucumber mutha fucka!
Fluffies have a wiki that explains it all. Fluffypedia dot org, I believe. Just go there and look up the "Fluffy Pony" article; It explains everything from their origins, to their current use on boards across the internet. We here at /b/ experience euphoric pleasure when we torture these little fuckers because of the people that they represent- helpless, stupid, parasitic, etc. Little cunt rats are also a plague vermin in their canonical universe.
I know! It's a good idea.
THeir logic is,it belongs on /trash/. WIth no offical rule stating this.Furthermore /trash/ is not listed in the board index.How someone is expected to go to a hidden board,and post content that fits on /b/,its beyond me
Oh yeah, np. Pay it forward...
Honestly, though, I wouldn't mind having one as a pet. They can be good pets if you maintain and raise them right.
Okay this is my other reason I,m getting into fluffies:
My ex acts like them. And I shit you not used to say "nuuuuu" in this cutie high voice.
Every fluffy I read is now my ex getting what they deserve.
Ty fwuffy fwiends. I now have rewease Fwum my pain.
I like all kinds of fluffy contente
its a famous scene from the movie "Silence of the Lambs" re-imagined with fluffies
No no its goodbye horses.
You see it parodied by family and jay of jay and silent bob. Clerks 2.
Where he stares into the canera putting on lipstick slowly then tucks his junk back and makes that pose.
Took my a second to get it.
I just discovered fluffy a few days ago and I found a comic that's been discontinued.
I'm honestly debating whether or not to do my own version of it.
“In a minute.” I needed another drink.
“Daddeh gif Widdik speciaw wawa?” asking as he follow behind me. Chuckling I squeeze a lime into my glass. “Pwease Daddeh?”
“Tsk tsk, no Riddick. This is only for me. It's bad for fluffies.” He puts his forehooves on my calf.
“Daddeh no dwink bad wawa!” he's a little paniced. “Bad fow fwuffies, bad for hoomins den.” The spoon clangs against the sides of the glass as I mix it. The logic isn't bad, necessarily. Especially for fluffy.
“No, good for me, bad for fluffies. Now let's see who can get back to the blocks first?” I take a big step forward. Riddick falls back, landing on his back. He flails as much as possible to right himself. As soon as he puts all of his hoofpads on the floor he sprints to pass me. Every time he gets ahead of me I take another step, keeping pace with him. It's pretty fun watching him run as hard as he can.
I chose to get to the blocks at the same time as Riddick.
“Wo win?” he asks, panting. He doesn't stay standing long, instead he lays down quickly. “Widdik tiwed.” he laments, “Tiwed, but wan pway bwokkies.” He yawns, kicking his front legs out as he does. Oh, that reminds me.
“Hold still Riddick. Be a brave fluffy ok?” He looks up at me nervously. He panics a little but doesn't get up.
“Yus Daddeh...” His wings hold fast to his chest, tail curling under him. Probably should've of had so many drinks. I take his leg, forcing it straight. “Huu... huu..” he whimpers quietly, trying to be brave. I just stare at my phone, waiting for that five minutes to be up.
“Weggie haf big owchies... Daddeh pwease....” he begs. This must hurt a lot more than I thought. But I shouldn't be surprised, physical therapy after I broke my knee was incredibly painful. And humans were designed to recover from shit like that. Fluffies weren't.
Admin here, offering myself up to requests for colorization of grey images. I'm new to coloring and am still pretty crap, which is precisely why I'm doing this. First time accepting requests ever.
Attached is my most recent colorized image (and third ever), the first panel of an incomplete comic by TheMuffinMan (doing this while waiting for him to release more panels for me).
My other images are his Moonman sketch (line art by MrToast), and his firing squad sketch. See
might as well post other images, since there's only two
this one is my worst, the fluffs have strange lines and the shadows are awful, but posting it anyway
congrats on your creation, my bf, have an extra special flugby
Thx for the advice my bf, have an extra special flugby
What does it fucking matter?
What does anything matter?
What does what you like matter?
It exists because people consume it. Dont like it fucking hide the thread and move on
Fuck this sjw newfag ridden bullshit
Got more I just made . sorry I sick a fluffy talk
“Just a little longer Riddick. Remember, the Vet said you needed this so you can be healthy.” Twice a day for a month at least I need to do this. It felt like an eternity but the five minutes were up at last. I let Riddick go. He just lies there, tears rolling down his cheeks. Picking him up I put him in my lap, stroking his back gently.
“Wy Daddeh? Owchies make Widdik betta? Huu huu...” He looks betrayed and confused. “Widdik am good fwuffie, wight Daddeh?” he's crying harder now. He buries his face into my thigh. The crying is painful to listen to, and it really digs at me that I caused this.
After too long Riddick stops crying, laying his head on my leg. With a big sniffle he picks himself up and tries to get off my lap. His hoofpads tickle, I begin to giggle like a moron.
“Daddeh siwwy.” he says as he struggles to get his belly over my thigh. His fluff makes me laugh harder, forcing him to struggle more. “Daddeh suu siwwy!” he laughs too, seemingly have already forgotten the ordeal that I just put him through. Flicking on Fallout IV again to relax, Riddick wanders back into the kitchen. While I was busy rearranging people's anatomy with a powersledge while all hopped up on Psychobuff, Riddick was sniffing around the kitchen. I had totally forgotten that neither of have eaten today.
“Daddeh, Widdik haf tummie owchies.” he tells me, peaking his head out from the doorway. “Daddeh?” he asks again after I don't turn my head for a little while.
“Right, forgot that we haven't eaten today. One second little guy.” I get up with a limp, my knee never fully healed right.
“Nummies! Nummies!” Riddick cheers, dancing around my feet. Gotta eat myself too, I pour us both a bowl of cereal or kibble as it would apply. Putting Riddick's bowl on the ground he digs in quickly. “Fank yuu Daddeh.” he says without even lifting his head from the bowl or bothering to wait between bites to talk.
Fresh oc! Starting to get the hang of this drawing thing (but hind legs elude me yet)
work on the muzzle too. it's a significant portion of the head, so when you draw the head keep the positioning in mind and draw the muzzle into the outer shape.
Legs vary by artist. imagine a bone structure to get the angles then draw the meat bulges around it.
Fluffies are inherently terrible creatures that rape, neglect undesirables, and act terrible otherwise. The fact that they try to cover up this nature with cute acts is the worst. Their torture is justice for the terrible acts these artificial spawns of hell have caused amongst their race and the minor transgressions they have caused to humans.
Ur questions are answered at the beginning of the thread.
Short version: its entertaining creativity, to get out some frustration on stupid lil creatures. Fact they are fluffy just makes it off putting to those less depraved.
No, I love animals (only squish flies if they try to bite me, otherwise I like to observe them) and I'm not a pony fan. Usually, Fluffies are depicted as annoying and dumb, and your primal instincts kind of kick in and you want to punt the little fuckers. Personally, I prefer Smarty Abuse, since in that sub genre the fluffy deserves what is coming to them.
I will continue where I left off.
>Four months have passed since you started your operation, collecting feral fluffies to be used in generating power
>At first it was a hassle, you needed 25 of the little runts in order to make just a few watts
>Now you have collected up to 100, and are storing them all in two sheds connected by a hallway
>You now make enough extra power to feed to the grid of your local town, making sure the people here do not suddenly loose power as this horrible winter continues.
>The fluffies you have, since you've been treating them rather decently, have come to refer to you as 'Big Dwark Man' on account of your Darth Vader mask
>You find it cute, and decide to let them call you that
>You are currently refilling the last of the kibble on one cage, when you hear something scratching outside the shed door
>You look around, has one of them escaped? No, they're all still on their hamsterwheels, treadmills, stomping devices that you stole from Rick and Morty and the like
>What could it be?
>You check the fluffies in this shed; 50, 10 of which are resting, eating, or relieving themselves
>You have it that way on purpose
>You have trained them over these passed four months, and they can run faster, longer, and harder then domestic or feral fluffies
>They even resemble a little bit like small horses, with some fat of course
"I, will be right back."
>You say, using the Darth Vader Voice Changer module
>You open the shed door, and look around.
>You look down, and at first you cannot really see what it was that was scratching at your door
>And then you have to lean in very close to see
>An entire family of snow-white Fluffies, whose only differences lie in their manes, which come in green, red, and yellow respectively
>Two small fluffies lie in the mane of the mare
>She asks for 'nummies' and 'pwace tu git warm'
>You feel for this mare, and as much as you would like to add her and her fluffies into the fold of your business, you know they would never keep up with demand here
>The mother would need to be with her foals often, which would spark distrust among the other fluffies
>By the time they would get their 1 hour of recess outside in the snow, if the weather lets them, they could bully and possibly kill the trio
>You won't let that happen
>You whip out your handy and text a buddy on the city council, and ask for another shelter van to come by
>In the mean time, you gesture for the mare and her foals too not come inside, but to follow you to the door of your backyard
>You aren't going to let her stay, that would just be too much when it's time for her to go
>No, you just stamp out a hole in the snow and lay your cloak, AKA your blanket wrapped around your shoulders over it
"You lay here, I will get you something to eat."
>She thanks you, adding 'daddi' along as she trots along in the snow. Thankfully the weather is calm outside right now
"I, AM NOT YOUR FATHER."
>You suddenly start, ironic given the face you are wearing
>She stares up at you, a little scared. Her foals nuzzle into her mane
"Just sit there while I get you some kibble."
huge WIP, have about an hour of work left to do. I started before you posted the new stuff, since nobody wanted me to color things. Still need to shade more, clean up the lines, and everything else. Once I finish, I'll do it to the full image.
Fluffies are dirty.
Because it's not shading, it's darker colored mane?
Noted. I'll see about making it look a bit better. I think it'd look less dirty if I had finished the shading so it was less sudden though, we'll see, and I'll look for that in the future.
Was eating immediately after sending that message, back to work.
Did anyone check this already? Is fucking gold, i mean for the voices
Got another I made. Guess what happens next . keke
>carnivorous duck leaves
>we get a new artist that's actually good
There's some sketches.
yeah, now that you pointed that out, it's killing me, and proving surprisingly difficult to correct. I didn't make periodic saves like I usually do, and the undo log is maxed, so looks like I have to start over. Oh well.
>You are not a terrible man, you keep telling yourself that
>The only time you punish your fluffies are when they get out of hand, or when they refuse to work
>They need to work, you need the power they generate to help relieve the stress off the grid
Yeah, sure. Just keep telling yourself that.
>You head inside and find some kibble, and add your own little brand of touch to it
>Sprinkling of squared tomatoes and sugar, that always helps it go down
>The fluffies seem to like it, and it surprisingly helps with their digestive track, giving them somewhat solid chunks
>This food will be no different
>You head back outside, where you see some snow begin to fall
>You didn't bother to fill the little tray up, just enough to last a little bit until the van gets back
>The mare's eyes and ears perk up as you walk out
>She is elated to see 'nummies' that is not from a trashcan
>You set it down on the concrete porch in front of her, and she begins to chow down
>You ruffle her mane, and gently stroke her cheeks with the hand
>She seems to enjoy it, and the foals want in on the petting too
>You enjoy this a little more then you should, and when the two women from last month arrive, you show them to the mare, who has finished off the food and is now feeding her foals
>They must be a little more then a few weeks old
Just like the last one that came through here, that monster
>No, you don't want to remember that. Just be happy this one is caring for her babies
>At first, she is happy to have 'nyu fwends!' here to play with her
"They are not your friends, little Fluffy. They will be taking you and your babies to the good shelter in town."
>She asks what that is
"It is a place where Fluffies go to be adopted. To find new Mummies and Daddies."
>You shouldn't have said that, for as soon as you said 'mummie' in that strange way you say it, she begins to freak out
>She says that her babies will not be taken from her, and she flails her legs all about
He doesn't torture them, or harm them out of malice. And when he punishes them, it's justified. A horse doesn't want to work? He give them a poke with the stick until they do.
One of them refuses to eat? He cuts the food they get in half until they apologize, then returns the food. But most of the time they obey, and he rewards them with sweeter food, 'huggies' and the occasional few ounces of red bull.
He has learned not to give Red Bull to Fluffies. One of them worked so hard through the night that it died on it's hamster wheel. He was surprised, and decided to only give them two ounces to help them. Mostly this is for ones that are lacking behind and need a little bit of energy. He's trained them to like running on hamster wheels and treadmills. I mean. He's not actively torturing them. Just making them generate power.
Ok guys here is the second part, its my last for today I'll upload this in fluffy Boru under the user Crowsshadow
>Oh no, she's frightened, and is relieving herself all over the snow behind her. At least it's not on your cloak. Though the little ones are frightened now too, they're relieving themselves in little bits.
>Nothing you can't clean up
>You come around to her face and shoosh her, gently stroking her mane and her cheeks
"Whoa whoa, calm down now."
>You say in your Darth Vader voice
"They are not going to harm your babies. They are going to find them homes to live in. You look like you have never lived inside."
>She shook her head, her tears were freezing to the sides of her face
"When a little babe like yours gets adopted, it finds a new home. A home is.. A place where humans live, it is this big building right here."
>You pat your cold wall
"We play with our fluffies, we feed them, take care of them, clean their feces, w-"
>You are going to make Darth Vader say it, aren't you?
"We... Clean up their poopies."
>God that sounds so humiliating to say. The workers here giggle a little at the idea of Darth Vader babbling like a Fluffy.
>The mare begins to calm down, enough for you to rub the corner of your hawaiian shirt across her face to dry her tears before they become icicles.
"They won't have to worry about going hungry, won't have to worry about being too cold or too hot. Won't have to worry about whether or not they will be bullied by a Smart Fluffy."
>You see some scars on her face and in her fluff; either from nature of other Fluffies. She looks away at this
"I promise, nothing will happen to your babies."
>She looks up to you, wide eyed and frightened.
>You shouldn't have done that, you idiot
"Plus.. Their new owners will give them spaghet-"
>The women laugh again, and you turn to them with a shrug. Hey, it worked didn't it?
>You stand up, and, looking at the family closely, you see the mare willingly let the workers take her foals. Wrapping them in tiny blankets
>They place the two of them together in the same box, and pick up their emaciated mother as well
>You wave goodbye to her, and she, in her silly way, wiggles her hoof back and forth
>You stand there like an idiot, in your hawaiian shirt and shorts as they leave through the gate
>You call up the shelter, the good one you specifically ask the fluffies you send to go
>You ask for the manager, and let him know that three incredibly rare Albino Fluffies are on their way
>You ask that they be sent to good homes, and that the babes shouldn't be seperated
>He tells you this could hurt his sales
>With the money the town is giving you for your additions to the power grid, you tell him you'll foot the bill for the loss of an extra foal-sale
>He shrugs on the other line, though you wouldn't know this because you're not a mind reader or there
>He accepts your offer, and you both hang up
You sigh, not to warm up but because you will miss them.
>No you won't
Yes you will
>Maybe a little, she was cute
You could've adopted her and her babes
>You already talked her into saying that their adoptions will be for the best
But who will want to adopt her?
>You call up the man again, no more then five minutes later
>You tell him about the condition of the mother
>You ask if you could give her, once her babies have been sold, to a retirement home. The elderly love Fluffies. The closest thing to abuse they receive over there is the names they give them.
>He says that'll cost you more because of the lower going for adult fluffies
>You tell him you'll foot the bill again
>You hang up once the deal is made
You could've done better
>But you know it's for the best. The time is 3 o cleave, and it's time to let the first twenty fluffies out from their glass cages to let them run around outside
>You have one rule when they're outside, and this was made all too clear last time
"NO. SPECIAL. HUGGIES."
Also, could I interest you in a massive raid on Club Penguin I'm planning to bring our Führer back? People need to know purple is the master race. We used to be Gods...
Anyways, I love your stories.
Working on line art right now, text takes *forever* to do. Haven't even started on the lines of the fluffy yet.
Also, how should I do the "just want" part of the fluffy's speech? Keeping the "t"s makes it not fluffy-ish, adding apostrohpes is unusual for fluffy text, and just dropping it makes there be big holes in the text.
Currently I'm going for apostrophes, but I figure somebody would want something else.
Also, I'm going to do his other drawings too, later.
I don,t think the apostrophes are hurting it too much. Plus when I read it it feels kinda natural with them.
The fluffy is after all speaking in that kinda "drop-off" stupid manner.
>You didn't kill the last one or castrate him. You pinch his nose and taught him a lesson by making him listen to a song you performed with your maracas, which you have strapped to your hips ALWAYS. You then put five speakers in the Hole he was placed in, and made him listen to that all night
>That taught him
>No one likes your maraca music, not even you
>But it works. It's enough to drive fluffies crazy sometimes, but you make sure it doesn't come to that.
"Now. Go, have, fun!"
>You reach into your capchalogue, the only real way of storing items, and pull out some blocks, a tiny ball, a few tiny hats, and... A jack in the box
>How'd that get in there?
>The toys rain over the fluffies, and they all jump for glee
>Since your fluffies have been trained for months to do nothing but running/waddling for hours on end, they're in pretty good shape. They can actually jump
>And the few that have wings are able to sort of, float down using the muscles they've built up
>It's all endearing, knowing the true potential these fluffy little morons are capable of.
>You supervise their playtime activities until the first hour passes, then you pull them inside and set them back in their cages
>Now that they've had some fun, they're full of energy and are happy to run on their treadmills, hamster wheels, and the like
>You pull the next batch from their cages off the wall and let them enjoy themselves too
It's the least you can do for them, you slave driver
>Hush inner monologue, the fluffies are at play
>This goes on for at least two more hours, after which all 100 fluffies have had some fun
>You do this once a day to let them have some enjoyment
>You've learned that just drilling them endlessly does horrible things to your health
And you're tired of sick, depressed fluffies
>You wonder if your fluffy-trap, a simple tunnel that's rigged to close on both sides, has caught anything
>Gazing over to it, you see that it has not sprung
I dunno man, see attached
I don't know if I can do substitutes. I suck at writing with a mouse. I don't have a tablet or whatever, which is why I do my OC on paper (none for the fluffy community so far though).
You're suggesting I substitute his writing for my own. That's difficult, because I am terrible at writing text with a mouse, and do not have a tablet (the lack of a tablet being why I make my OC on paper, though I haven't made any OC for the fluffy community yet).
For now ur doing him a solid by coloring it. Share ur constructive criticisms and he,ll keep getting better.
It,s not even my art and I,d hate to see a collaborater (you) stressing over things outside of ur immediate control.
You doing a cool favor. It rox. Perfect or not.
I come back to check if any comments and you talk shit and say that's your OC faggot! And yes I'm edgy af
yeah i'll admit it does look like ass
but at least you can read it ykno
did not say it was my OC (I actually specifically said I haven't made any fluffy OC), though I can see why you thought I meant that. I'm trying to color it, and am just discussing how I should do the text, since yeah, no offense, but the fluffy's first line needs some edits.
Things for other communities that I'd rather not associate with this one. I'm not actually that great at drawing, so don't have super high expectations for when I finally do post fluffy OC.
Hopefully you don't mind if I upload the colored version under my account then? I'd take your tags, including your artist: tag, and just attach my own and an edit and color tag, leaving a comment mentioning it's a color edit (that's what I've been doing with my other color edits).