New fluffy thread, last one hit message limit.
Let's keep it slow but steady. Fluffy artists appreciated to make a fluffy drawthread, if we can.
I should be putting up another one-shot in the next few days
then on to a special project
Bubonicmoth, you're favorite Romanian scarred-throat guy, here to answer any and all lore-related questions.
a choose your own adventure, fueled by the comments on the booru
i'll be setting up a choice of fluffies and tools for the commenters to use as they please
imma probably use a guess the number thing for choosing what happens, still havent worked out all the details
thank you, always good to hear
Bi-and even tricolor fkuffies exist, however these colors are most often in their tails or manes. Some fluffies, in certain head cannons, manta in that there can be dappled fluffs. Zebra print do not exist because zebra genetic materiel was not used.
>You find a fluffy on the street, it is a smarty
>The smarty puffs up it's chest, demanding food
>You decide to play along, and produce a small red pepper
>You tell him that this pepper is where spaghettie comes from
>You tell him you have plenty more, and you can give them to all his friends and 'special friend'
>He agrees and leads you down the alley
>He calls to the mother, who is feeding her foals
>The peppers you have don't activate on contact. Just a few minutes after
>but with mares, it's a different story
>Their body's are so strange, they pass the chemicals that cause the burning sensation into their milk
>This is despicable, but you think it'll be funny
>You bend down, and drop the pile of peppers you were going to use for your dinner that night down in front of them
>They all gasp, and the mares, three of them, want food
>You push the peppers close so they can eat it, the smarty eats a large helping too
>Darth Maraca here. Thought I'd try something else.
Bubonicmoth is still here, answering more lore questions.
I like to imagine pic related is foals.
Ever pooped so much that you actually felt lighter?
Fluffies were programmed to be attracted to spaghetti because the food is common, cheap, available to all income classes, and can be served in a variety of ways.
The best baby is usually the one which has the colors that are closest to the mare's. Colors similar to the mate are also bast baby colors. While some mares may not have a best baby, they will almost always have a worst baby, usually one that has colors that are look like piss or shit.
My first attempt at drawing fluffy.
Thought I'd start off easy with a fluffy hung up by a string.
How'd I do?
All mothers? Possibly, but the smart ones will never reveal that.
Mares? Definitely. There's an hierarchy when it comes to "babbehs" and the love they get from their mother.
I didn't make this, but I admit to not have paid much attention when looking at it.
>They all feed their fill until they can eat no more
>You whip out your phone and plop down next to their little cardboard home
>You wait for the magic to start
>The smarty, the only male there, begins to sweat, saying that it's getting hot
>But why is that? It's just turning winter! Should be enjoying the warmth
>He begins to complain that the food, that while tastey, is making him feel weird
>He begins to wobble from side to side
>The mares take notice
>As does their babies
>The mares waited a few minutes after they ate the pile of peppers down to just a few to feed their little ones
>Fluffy digestive systems are notoriously quick for digestion, hence all the feces they produce
>Their young eagerly call out to their mother, saying that they're hungry
>They all go to their respective mothers and begin to suckle
>The stallion, on the other hand, is beginning to eat snow to staff off the heat in his mouth.
there is also headcanon where they were forced to sort their foals while in the lab and it has become part of their nature. They sorted out good and bad colors, winged and horned, and if they were runts or not. Alicorns didnt fit into that and couldnt be programmed as good foals before they were released, hence they are monsters.
this is also a trait found in actual animals, tho for different reasons
strongest offspring are often favored over the weaker, as they have the greatest potential for survival
its quite common in birds, which were used in fluffy genes
but other than runts the favoritism is mostly aesthetics
Oh, yeah! Forgot about that little bit. Sorry. To make up for it, I will answer extra questions before I leave.
Fluffies can be fairly horrible if not trained right, and even then...
favoritism in fluffies is also more exaggerated in ferals, usually leading to the death of any bad, poopie, dummeh, or munsta babbehs
being ugly colors, brown, runts, or alicorns respectively
>You turn the camera to the foals, who are busy suckling away as their mothers 'sing'
>they ignore, for the most part, the stallion whose scarfing down snow
>Then, the first foal begins to cough
>The mare asks what's wrong, and proceeds to give it a hug
>The foal coughs in the mothers face, and she immediately squeezes it in a bigger hug
>This causes it to relieve itself from the tension
>It's feces is bloodied, and smells heavily of iron and, well, feces
>the mother rejects this baby, claiming its a 'poopeh babeh'
>Then another foal begins to cough too, and the same thing is repeated
>By now the stallion smarty is beginning to cough violently, and is shitting himself rather violently in sporadic, shotgun-like bursts
Pffbtbt. Pffbtb. Pffbtbrbrb.
>The foals begin to shit themselves too, rather violently as well
>the mares all stand up, and are understandably frightened
>They begin to cry, believing that they are bad mothers
>You laugh your sadistic ass off
>Fluffy's cannot digest peppers, even cooked bell peppers
>It's a horrible, painful death
>And, to add insult to injury, you grab a few of the peppers
>You tell the closest mare that she IS a bad mother, and that she needs to be punished
>You take one pepper, and squirt it in her eyes
>After that, you take another and ram it up her butt
>Oh the fluff-manity
>She cries out in pain, and the others attempt to flee, abandoning their 'poopeh babies' to die in the snow, a slow painful explosive diarrhea death.
It works on many levels though. You can make the torture of the little shits go to an extreme that causes sympathy towards them.
I still love this, forcing mares to care for their poopie-babbehs against their will
And they're sooo stupid.
I didnt think it was possible to make a fluffy look like this much of a faggot
You may need to explain in full detail why. Don't spare the small stuff, just break down in it's entirety about how autistic we are and the cause of it. Is there a cure? Where might we be able to attain such a magical thing?
easily the best one
this whole thing is fucking retarded
i mean even masturbating or playing videogames is considered constructive next to this garbage
but hey at least its not anime
Finally got version 1 of the lineart out for the OC from last thread. Any comments on it? I already see a few flaws, but I'd like to know what everybody else thinks.
I like how clean and bold your line work is, that's a rare and welcome thing in this community. Definitely try to stick with that.
The only thing I'd do differently is make the fluffs fatter, have stumpier legs, and be very visibly poofy. Yours looks more MLP-style, and while fluffies were based on that model long ago, they've changed considerably since then and have their own distinct look that you need to keep in mind.
TO CLARIFY: This is not my OC, I just made the line art and am now coloring it. The original was hand drawn.
Unfortunately that's the original author's fault, not mine. I'm basically just copying what he did. Can't rewrite it manually since I don't have a tablet and the text abilities of editors look horrendous. If you'd like to fix the text for me, that'd be wonderful, though.
Thanks for the positive feedback everyone.
Some things to note:
I wanted him to be trying to run away to try to make his efforts seem more helpless, as that's the feeling I was trying to go for with this drawing.
As for being more fluffy and stumpy, I completely agree and will shoot for that in the future.
Once again, thanks guys.
I'll do another drawing for this thread and am willing to take requests. Any ideas?
Bubonicmoth requests a foal in immeasurable pain. If you'd please.
what's the deal with the cheek-puffing thing? I get that it's their way of trying to look intimidating, but is that based on something horses do, or just a random idea some artist had, or...?
bebbeh find toy gun,presses it out of curiosity,does it again.Wants to play and squirt water on momm
goes to momm
50 cal comes out of the gun in to the mothers head
fluffy flies backward and splatters to goo
I'll try to fix it myself if nobody with a tablet offers.
Yeah, keeping it clean is a goal I've been keeping mind, but the original author actually did a nice job of that himself, so can't credit that to me much.
It is! The fluffy pony will attempt to puff its cheeks out to look bigger, and theirfore more intimidating. Some other animals do the same thing, they try to make themselves look bigger. The trait is in fluffies because of their combination of dna
Trying to show domiance
Humans do it too at young ages
It could also be used as a way to make it feel bigger then it is(aquatic animals)
They are being extra pompice and are a smarty
Oh! Oh! I loved those ones, haha! It's always good to see the foals in pain. Even better when they do not understand why they are in pain.
Want me to continue?
Why, laughing at another creature's pain, it's absolutely barbaric!
Holy fuck, look at those repeating digits.
Bubonicmoth checks you!
Aristocracy by DarkDefender.
>Walk through park everyday.
>Owner of park lets pet fluffies run free.
>No other fluffies allowed.
>Completely spoiled smarty little fucktards.
>Wouldn't know spaghetti from intestines.
>"GO AWAY DUMMEH HOOMIN! GIT SOWWY POOPIES!" just for walking by.
>Nothing anyone can do with having charges pressed against them.
>Always steal people's stuff.
>Have taken away peoples food because it was the same color as them.
>Red one takes strawberries and cherries, blue takes blueberries, etc.
>Will poop on anything brown.
>If you sneak your fluffy into the park, expect it to get abused like no tomorrow.
>One day, park owner dies.
>Fluffies still outside when it happens.
>They don't listen to people trying to tell them the news.
>"DUMMEH HOOMIN! DADDEH MAKES MOWE MONEY A DAY THAN YUO MAKE A YEAWW!"
>Come up with idea to get revenge on the little shitrats.
>Dress up as butler.
>"Hello, fluffies. Your father has asked me to bring you home."
>Don't even address them by their names.
>Dumb shitrats believe you.
>"Otay Butwew! Hewwman come wif yoo!"
>Find out their names are Herman, Baxter, Percival, Fletcher, Ephraim, and Eleonora.
>Get them into shitty cages.
>Can't even tell they aren't their own cages.
>Pass their estate.
>"Wheww goin, Mistah Butwew?"
You guys want more?
Then it must be ordained. Lastnight I got a palindrome
>You give a 'chase' to the fluffies, who are so bloated from malnourished that all they can do is waddle in the snow
>You call out in as sweet a voice as you can muster
"Fluffies, fluuuuuuuuffies~ Don't you want tastey num nums? See? Mmmm~"
>You take a bite of these peppers, they're strong but you're used to them
>One stops to stare at you, her face holding on to abject horror
>The other, who was ahead of her, quickly yells for her
"WOSE, NU, KWEP WUNNING!"
>But it was too late for 'wose', who had the misfortune of seeing her executioner
>You reach down and grab her by the mane
>She begins to cry, and shit herself at the same time
>You give her a slap across the teats and, thinking of something horrible, you begin to shove more peppers down her mouth
>She won't feel it, but her udders will
>Soon enough, she begins to complain about 'hotties in mwikwie pwaces"
>You drop her to the snow, where she begins to hunker down as much as she can
>But it's not enough, it never will be
>Her udders begin to turn red, and every time she touches them with snow, she burns herself
>Every time she adds more snow, she cools her body down more
>The more snow she adds, the more she begins to suffer from hypotherma
>That's one fluffy, now for the last
>She is waddling down the alley, shitting herself along the way and crying pretty badly
>You have one pepper left
That dialog is driving me nuts, and not in a good way.
The pepper? Bubonicmoth loves this idea. Have a brownie recipe!
I drew part of FoalOut4's recent booru story "Pwease Nu Huwt Babbehs"
>Be a reasonable dude.
>Have a fluffy pone.
>Little grey dude with a white mane named "Rufus."
>He's pretty awesome.
>Being an "Ugwy wastest baby" from his litter his mom was treating him like ass.
>The breeder wouldn't do shit about it, as apparently whoever the least favorite baby is gets that treatment no matter what humans do.
>You got him for a nickel and he's the most grateful little guy you've ever met.
>Hugs for feeding him.
>Hugs for walkies.
>Pet his head? Hope you're hungry.
>Cause it's fucking hugs for dinner.
>There's just one issue.
>His huge, pendulous, swinging, swollen, furless waxy smooth clackers.
>They're bigger than most human male's. You checked on the interweb.
>Even bigger than yours.
>A friend offered to spay him.
>Fuck off, you're not a vet.
>A vet offered to spay him, even tried against your wishes.
>Kicked his ass.
>No more vet visits...
>Someone tried to steal him once. Made him fuck some white breeder mare they had.
>Jokes on them.
>You accidentally broke his dick off years ago.
>Goddamn drunk you.
>You're an asshole.
>morbid fascination i guess.
That's why I'm still here
>The smarty is long dead, having died an explosive-shitting death along with the foals, who lay strewn about the alley
>You have another idea
>You grab hold of the mare by the tail
>She had emptied her bowels earlier, so there's little of it falling out now
>You have an idea so sick, that even you cannot mention it in polite company
>You take your past pepper, and shove it into her 'special place'
>She squeals from the pain, and when you drop her she runs haphazardly into the snow
>Rubbing her bottom across it's snow covered, icy surface
>You laugh, and, seeing a stray fluffy in a trash can who somehow HADN'T heard you, you walk over to it
>After asking if it was a boy, to which it answered yes, you asked,
"Do you want to get special huggies from a -very- cute mare?"
"BOW DO I!"
>You pick it up and walk it over to the mare, who is still crying in pain and trying to relieve the burning sensation in her crotch
>You set the stallion down and tackle the mare, holding her face down in the snow
"She's aaaaaaaall yours!"
>She cries, from both the extreme burning sensations and from the fact that a wild stallion, with a GIGANTIC 3 inch dick, was beginning to mount her
>Pwease Nu Huwt Babbehs
As much as I'm enjoying it, it's starting to drag it's feet a bit. They said it was going to be about 10 parts, so hopefully we're drawing near a conclusion. Torture porn out-stays its welcome after a bit.
Done not good how fluffies talk, hope its good enough
I just meant the order.
Perfect! Thanks! Have this rarest of all Pepes, the UNIVERSAL PEPE.
Agreed, don't get me wrong I love the idea of good mummahs being forced to view and contemplate the horrible pain and agonizing deaths of their innocent Babbehs, but the author has begun to repeat the same torture methods. It's time to move on
Eh, not as good as first one, but I think I still did alright for a second ever fluf drawing.
he only has the two pieces so far. Hes pretty new.
>tfw your biotoy is gay and into bdsm
>You let the Stallion have his quick, 'enf enf enf'-y way with the crying mare, who is now just repeating 'wan die, wan die' over and over
>But, just like the trash around here, she's fulfilled her purpose
>Once the stallion falls off, exhausted, you hold the mare out in front of you
>Letting her go, you give her one of the city's best football playing kicks and send it screaming into the air
>You probably broke her pelvis with how far she's going
>You don't care, now all you care about is that stallion, who should be feeling it right about.. Yes, yes about now
>His eyes suddenly widen, and he begins to blow on his own crotch
>He tries to put snow on it to relieve the pain, but it is in vain
>Somewhere down the alley, you see that, although you kicked her high, you didn't kick her far
>She landed on some of her dead foals and, seeing them lying under her, broken and covered in bloody feces, she begins to cry.
>She is a bad mother, a MUNSTAH!
>She needs to be punished, again!
>The stallion is now crying in pain, and he looks at you with fear in his eyes
"That mare tricked you! She made you have ouchies! She deserves to be punished!"
>You point with a snap of your fingers to the crying fattie down the way, and the stallion, pained and angered, trots over to her
>She looks back at him through her tears, and tries to waddle away, but it is too late
>You see him knock her to the ground, and begins to bring his hooves down onto her stomach, causing her to cough and cry in pain
>The more pain he feels, the stronger his stamps become
>You walk over, and feign a gasp
"Look, she is a MUNSTAH! She killed her own babies!"
>The stallion, seething with pain and rage, looks around him; dead foals and mares everywhere, with her as the only living one. She must've done it! Who else could've been so cruel?
>Oh yes, who indeed?
>You chortle as you see him stamp the life out of the mare, just as a police officer happens by
Cont. to the final part?
Anyone got a link to that guy in Fluffybooru who did a video with stuffed ponies shitting what appeared to be Nutella all over? He even voiced the damn ponies, haha.
I'm pretty good at replicating the most notable booru artists' depictions of fluffies. Should I finish Wolfram_sparks' unfinished stories by mimicking his style? Pic related
hardly any progress on the fluffy, still not even sure of tail/stump colors. Suggestions of those colors appreciated.
Anyway, is it worth continuing with what text I have here? I'd make the right text read:
>Honey, let's go!
>But what about Peppi?
>Fuck him, he was on discount. I'll buy you a new one.
in a sane order, using the style I have on the left, which is my best attempt with a mouse.
>The officer sees the commotion, and he immediately draws his gun
"Whats going on here?" She asks.
>You are an upstanding teenager in the community, she knows you by name.
>You give her a horrified expression
"This fluffy is rampaging through the alley! I tried to stop it, but it actually managed to hurt me, see!"
>Your hand was covered in blood, but it wasn't your own. It was from the mare, whom you shoved that pepper up her ass. You practically fisted that thing, and ripped it's anus off
>The scene is a horrible one for the officer; six dead foals, a dead stallion, three dead mares, one of which seems to have died of hypothermia off by the wall
>And now, someone you've known since he was a boy, was hurt as well, and by one of these shit rats!
>She won't let it stand, not one least! This thing was a monster!
>She reached for her gun and aimed at that stallion
>In his rage and burning pain, he glares at the cop and snarls at her
"ME GIVE WOWEST-"
>It's head explodes in a shower of gore
>This officer carried around a custom made Smith and Wesson .500
>Impractical, yes, but its good for dissuading crooks
>The intensity of the explosion is enough for you to double take
>You then immediately begin to 'cry'
>You are, after all, just a teenager
>the officer, seeing you distressed, walks over to you. Shes kind, and gently pulls you into her large bosom. She is a very ~lovely~ woman after all
>She offers to buy you some mcdonalds, and will phone up your parents to come pick you up at the station
>You ask for a big mac
>Sure kid, whatever you say
Here's something I made a while back just for shits and giggles...
>"Wheww awe we, nice mistah?"
>Don't say a word.
>Go to your storm shelter.
>Open up the doors and open Ephraim's cage
>Throw him in, he hits the wall and breaks his horn
>"Why Butwew meanie?", "Huhuhuuu, Ephwaim gud fluffy!", and "STOOPI BUTWEW GIT WOWSTEST SOWWY POOPIES!"
>Throw each one in the same way.
>Come down into shelter only to be treated to Percival trying to bite through your dress shoes.
>"MEANIE BUTWEW GIT FOOTIE OWWIES!"
>Sucker punch Percival multiple times.
>Still doesn't let go.
>Grab him by the throat.
>Squeeze softly at first, then gradually get stronger and stronger.
>You stare deeply into the sky blue stallion's eyes.
>You see pain, fear, and regret.
>If he could speak, he'd be frantically crying "SO SOWWY MISTAH! AM BE GUD FWUFFY NOW! PWEESE WET GO!"
>But he can't speak.
>He can only wheeze and thrash about as you slowly crush his windpipe.
>His eyes start bleeding.
>He starts gurgling on his own blood.
>Before you let go, give one last good squeeze.
>As soon as you drop him, he runs into the nearest wall and spasms violently while wheezing out "wan die."
>Fortunately doesn't die yet.
>Then there were four.
go for it
Yes cont. Quick note, the "wan die" thing is usually for psychological trauma, idk if choking a fluffy out would make them want to die
Don't matter to me really.
going to go to bed, my severe sleep depravation is preventing me from any real progress. I bet tomorrow I'll get this done in a flash, instead of getting hardly anywhere after an entire four hours.
Will have autoupdate on and resond to any comments between now and in about 30 minutes when I return.
Might take more than that. Continued abuse to the point of hopelessness.
I hate sea fluff abuse. Like, they're the perfect version of fluffies. Just put them in a tank, feed them squiddies, and scritch them on the head. They can't go anywhere or fuck anything up.
I think that's the end of that story unless there's something I'm missing.
Yeah, for a good "wan die" I think breaking it physically is useful, but it's psychological/emotional that's most satisfying.
They are pretty pitiful creatures.
Needed an ending to the story where the abuser asks mummah to explain why she loves her babbeh more than a stuffed animal
Start asking her every feeding time, progressively giving her less and less food every time she doesn't come up with a solid answer.
Let the foal die due to malnourish-ment or possibly derped a bit (if it's still young enough). Stuff the dead foal with cotton, hand it to the mummah and keep asking her as if you never realised the baby died.
... I may be too tired to think of the logistics of this.