I never noticed how popular this stuff was until I started visiting the booru. It all began with a picture from the same artist at pic related and I've loved it like a son ever since
you can always just call people autists?
>You live in your house
>You have AC
>It has lately started to smell
>You hear steps crackling the metal walls of the coducts.
>There is a fluffy pony on the vent
Hardly anyone finds it sexually appealing, we just like the sadism. Kind of like watching a horror movie or looking at gore pictures. Watching fluffies get tortured is fascinating.
Most of us aren't even psychopaths, hilariously enough.
Be polite and ask it what it's doing here and if it wants some sketti. Regardless of what you do later, you should always treat them with respect at first that way they have further to fall.
But I personally would have done something involving autocannibalism.
If that was the case, would you be offended?
Cool. I'm the guy who offered to make it last night, I just wanted to verify that's what was mentioned, as I just got on.
Nothing new has been confirmed yet, though I'm tossing around ideas and figuring out how I'll do this. I did however make that booru account, FluffyShopDev.
As I mentioned in the original thread, I intend to start development in about a week.
Frankly, I don't think that fluffy threads technically fall into any of those categories. It's not a furry thread.
Trips of truth.
>You decide to shoot it
>You remember you don't have a gun
>What are you some kind of Canadian cuck?
>You do own a nail gun
>Seemed like you could nail some boards in your new place
>You hear the beast go back, it's coming close to the room upstairs.
>You open the grid and wait
>If you lay down you can see the vent all the way until it turns left to the kitchen downstair.
>He comes through the corner and freezes in fear when he sees you
>Soils the inside of the vent and everything
>It seems he has been sneaking into your house without you knowing about it
>You shoot at it and harm its stumpy leg before it turns around the corner clumsily like a fat bunny
>You can listen to it limp out of reach.
>It seems he won't be coming back this way
>You can listen to it limp and you listen to the sound of the nail hitting the metal walls of the vent, clinking on its way to the other side of the vent
>Where did it come from? How did it get there
>You could shoot the bastard from downstair, but you would definitively damage your venting system.
Most of all it would need a better tagging system. Posters love adding single-use tags as a joke, and there are countless ways to write even the common ones. Balls, testicles, lumps, wumps, special_lumps, speshal_wumps, speshul_wumps etc. Someone actually counted over 20 different tags just for "baby".
Milpfreen, the fluffy little light of your life had very recently farted out two plump little foals, Top and Gun. It had been four days since she screamed about “BIGGEST POOPIES” suddenly during a game of boggle. You aided as best you can to plop out the little bundles of joy but she immediately snapped at you.
“Dummeh munsta daddeh nu huwt bestest babbehs!”
It broke your robot heart to hear your normally well behaved fluffball spit such venom at you. You put it to the back of your mind rationalizing that she was probably just a little confuzzled having just blasted wet bowling balls through her cunt. You have been protective of things in the past so you let it slide.
Back to the future you traipse into the safe room early in the morning. Your little Milpfreen yawns and stretches adorably and looks up with fluttering lids. Her little face shoots into a frown.
“What ou doin’ hewe dummeh? Go get Miwpfween bestest skettis fow bestest miwkies!”
“Now, now young lady. You’re cruising for some horrible thing that’ll definitely happen!”
“Daddeh nu huwt Miwpfween ‘cause daddeh not into phwsicaw confwontation!”
You head down to sort the little sow her breakfast. She wouldn’t be getting spaghetti with that attitude so you toss some Sorry Kibble into her Sorry Dish and head back upstairs.
You place the dish down and get down eye level with Milpfreen.
“I want you to understand why you’re being puni-“
“Dis nu skettis, asshowe”
“WHAT?! My ears are not a ruddy toilet young lady! Where did you pick up such foul language?!”
The mare is a little shaken up by your violent change in demeanor. You’re usually a sheepish pushover but you have a weakness for swearing. It’s the most depraved thing imaginable. Only gosh darned cunts swear and you’ll be darned if you’d allow it in this house. The mare shields her babies from the vocal onslaught and stutters out
“F-F-fwuffy nu wememba whewe fw-“
“Fluffy no remember?! Lies lies from tiny eyes!”
“OK OK, nu mowe woudie scawie voice! Miwpfween sneak out to teebee an watch TopGun an Stinga say to Goose an mean poopie pwace, sowwy daddeh nu wan mow-
“What did I say about the thing! Punishment time!”
You grab Top and shove the feeble writhing chirpy baby in the vat of Vaseline you use on Milpfreen’s hooves as they got chafed. You massage the petroleum jelly into the screaming crying foal’s fluff with one hand while with another you loosen the drawstring to your cloak and squat down.
“Say buh-bye to your baby you ice queen!”
You push the wriggling chirping mass against your anal sphincter. The little hooves scramble against the forest of ass in a desperate attempt to avoid a most terrible fate. You gently push and twist the SCREEEing foal deeper and deeper into your anus while Milpfreen watches on in abject horror. She can only stutter “N-n-n-n-n” and shudder. The foal gets up to it’s neck so it’s thrashing sad little face is the only thing outside your colon. You squat down on all fours and point the tearful face towards the mare for one last look.
“Say goodbye to your little assfoal!”
“Mummah… Mummah wuv Top babbeh huuuhuuuhuu ‘Ou can be mummahs wingfwuff anytime… *sniff*”
“Mummah *CHIRP* wub *CHIRP* huwties *CHIRP*
You begin to squeeze out a shit and you feel the foal start to kick it apart before it crushes it’s delicate form, amazingly the fecal torrent forces itself through the foal. The carbon log slides out of it’s mouth and plops on to the floor in front of the pre-grieving mother. Amazingly the foal coughs and splutters and chirps out
It’s been four weeks since your little outburst with Milpfreen and you’ve never been closer. Gun and Milpfreen frolic and play while Top sits in your ass puking out your robot shits. You feed him from a hose and junk. It’s not ideal and you may have voided your warranty over a poor pun but it’s the life you all live now and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
>literally calls every fucking /b/ thread cancer
>mfw fluffy threads not mentioned
If you hate everything on /b/ so much then go to tumblr or something. I hear they really like faggots over there
Fluffybooru is slow as fuck
Any else want to get like 100 fluffis,create tiny weapons and just let them survive,like at first they will just be retards,and as the food becomes less and less,they start to pick up the weapons and start killing each other.Let nature happen and let their selfishness kick in and they start killing them stratigically.
After a week or so,depending on the carnage,you tell them the last one standing gets sketti,and put the sketti above the pen as constant stimuli.
Smarty get their herds and sacrifice them to get a better advantage
Be some sick and interesting shit
Find one of this and drag the fluffy out by pulling the nail.
Turn the venting to extreme hot or cold, whichever is the more extreme one.
Nothing cause these faggots are blindsided by the fact that /b/ started as a containment board and still acts as such.
The culture these queers cry over is the very same thing they're trying to "kill."
no prob bro, we all need stress relievers and the only two that work are boobs and fluffies
however mixing them does not work
I don't have a description typed up yet, so I guess I'll start work one one now (for what I can do, it is still being thought out and discussed). It will be a fluffy shop game though, with breeding/caring/selling mechanics.
If a few people in here want to give their opinions, I'll likely have quite a few things to ask.
that could actually be pretty damn fun if you code in a lot of possible color combinations and such as well as some sort of haggling. shit, let us use money for expansions/new tools/buying specific fluffs/etc and you'd be a friggin legend.
however if there is no abuse minigame then it'll fail hard
Fluffy Lake coming up!
Yes, though I had difficulty using it due to horribly broken flash. It won't be much like that, though it has some things in common.
I intend to have abuse be part of the main game, depending upon how you decide to run things. You can just make it a hugbox, relatively neutral, or abusive. Any way will have benefits and different gameplay options/abilities, which expand the more you play in one way. I'll put a lot more on this in the description.
>You find a magnet in your basement
>Guided by the sound the fluffy is up in the kitchen
>The fucker wouldn't dare to jump down to the kitchen
>You open the grid on the kitchen and put on a chair next to the wall to stand on
>You find the nail immediatily by following the sound near the living room part of the vent.
>You pull the fluffy back to the kitchen
>You stop only to change from room to room
>You finally pull it out
>it's shivering in your hands
>its trying to speak but can't, it's just bawling.
reminded me of the critter war in wow
It's a shame wolfram didn't finish the whole story. The rest is on the booru, but text just doesn't do it quite like this
>You ask the thing how it did get in
>It remains in silence, you can feel its heart racing through its whole body
>You shake the vermin, it seems to have finally run out of excressions
>"W-wooden dowsie" it shily mumbles
>What? That could be anything.
>You ask again, it mumbles even lower this time
>Now it could have said anything, you can swear you listened something like "something something floor denonse"
>You shake the vermin violently while you yell for answers
>AHHHH WOODEN DOWSIE OU'SAI PWEASE, HUUUHUUU...
>It's crying uncontrollably
Take it outside and tell it to show the "dowsie" to you.
You should read the story - I disagree with the anon, IMO the story is much better.
There's a button given to Garnet, who is told "if you press this button, Snowy gets FOREVER SLEEPIES".
You just had to open your damn mouth.
The concept of sea fluffies baffles me.
Only wolfram ever seems to draw them, but they just raise so many questions:
1. Why did they mutate?
2. How do they breathe underwater?
3. Can they breathe in salt water and fresh water?
4. If they can breathe in salt water, knowing the reproduction rates of fluffies and relative lack of predators, wouldn't they fill the fucking ocean?
5. Why amputate their fins? It's not like they can walk anyway
I don't know bout those fucking sea fluffies yo
between it's legs on that one
but who fucking knows with these things
1. They were designed by Hasbio although I have no idea why
2. They don't they are mammals and must surface to breath
3. See above
4. The open ocean has a lot of predators, more than landmasses, as for lakes you have crocodiles and large fish like giant catfish
5. I don't know, that's Wolfram's thing
This is my first fluffy abuse thread green text (and first green text), so please take this in mind before you say it's shit.
>lives in normal suburbia
>very tight-knit community, general store, all of the luxuries of a small town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere
>lives in a cul-de-sac with my friends, a small hill surrounds the houses there
>we call the cul-de-sac "Utopia"
>huge park in the middle of the town, lives only a block away from it.
>city had huge fluffy problem, so they followed Patrick Star's advice of dumping them somewhere else
>they trekked 2 miles to dump 20,000 fluffies, foals and all, into the park, right in front of everyone
>problem became worse when they began breeding like bacteria
>every day I began to see fluffies invade lawns
>I guess the neighbor had gotten pissed, so he set up small wooden spikes outside
>His front lawn looked like a Napoleonic battleground
>every week, on Friday, I called my friends over to watch what I liked to call "The Charge"
>I'd watch as a usually smarty-led herd barreled into the neighbors lawn
>they'd all fucking die, whether it was by the neighbor's spikes, or by him himself coming out and hitting them with a fucking stick.
>rarely, though, they'd head the opposite way, trying to climb up the hill, and eventually gave up and ran around the hill
>my buddies and I would fucking die laughing
>eventually, alcohol began becoming a part of "The Charge"
>Friday, after work, during "The Charge"
>one of my buddy's granddad was a Nazi, and one that collected a bunch of war shit
>we went into his attic one day to see his Grandpa's stuff a couple years ago after his death
>old cook apparently collected a shit ton of Kar-98's and MP-40's, ammo and all
>the fucker even had one of those stick grenades
>he also had a shit ton of soldier's uniforms, armband and all
(Part 1, imagine the TV is a window)
Fin amputation is probably for cooking them as a delicacy
Also there was a relatively well received distinction made between fluffies that were simply able to swim but had to surface to breathe, and finned fluffies who could actually breathe underwater IIRC. Could be wrong tho
1. Was intended branch,as the other fluffies are deadly afraid of water.They drown extremely fast(matter of seconds),and they put this fear so children wouldnt go in pools,fluffies were orginally ment to be the latest in toys.
2.They clearly have gills.I doubt any arists put them in,as they most likely forget
3.I assume it would be fresh water,so you can easily grow them in a large aquarium for sell
4.This is why they would make them fresh water
5.So seals cant walk on land? They would be able to walk on land,though im not sure how long
ah fuck mb
Foal in a can headcannon maintained that the artificial nipples were loaded with really low quality milk that was nutritious but tasted appalling.
carpdime would have more info for you
wellp, I'm out
I really want to see a continuation of this, I have to see what happens next
One of the things I dislike most about fluffies is their superficial love and stupidity, I want to see her get crushed emotionally for being dumb
>Cute 8/10 girl from work you've been crushing on forever
>Let's call her Ashley
>But haven't asked her out because you're an autistic sperglord
>One Friday she asks you if you wanna get a bite to eat after work
>Okay, there's this new Vegan place I've been dying to try
>Yeah, I hope you don't mind, it's really good! You'll like it!
>Go to Vegan restaurant
>Food is actually edible, though you'd never order it by yourself
>Conversation goes good with Ashley
>She keeps talking about some stupid fucking capeshit show
>Suggests watching the first episode after dinner
>Pay for the check
>Walking back to your car she grabs your hand and squeezes it
>Drive back to her house
>Walk up to her front door
>Immediately blocked by Smarty
>DUMMAH HUMAH DIS SMARTY WAND NAO
>Smarty is traveling with a herd, including a mare that's just given birth
>Ashley coos at the newborn foals
>GIB SKETTIES NAO
2, 6, 9 decides what to do next
be warned that there will be consequences if you manage to anger Ashley, the goal of the game is to get some enf enf time
consider suicide furfags
That red baby should get stomped, or amputated all its "weggies" and left with its siblings, who can only give huggies to try and make things better, but eventually have to leave him to find food
>You shove the disgusting rat around
>You ask him to tell you where is the hole
>He stays in place, lowers its ears and turns around its head as much as it can towards your general direction
>You stomp the ground and yell it to show you were did it come from.
>It walks a few steps and stops
>pweeease, fwuffy nee nummies, nee pwace to sweepies.
>You shove it showing you're upset by making it stumble belly up
>It immediately picks itself straight of the ground, and stays in the same place, pretending to wander somewhere
>It reaches one of the walls of the house and plays fool for a while
>There is nothing in that place that could be deemed a door
>You Christopher Nolan Batman your next asking for the door
>It jumps frightened, yells and keeps bawling
>You walk away and notice that around the tree of the corner there's a bush you haven't noticed before.
>You walk towards it
>"NUU, NUU DA' WAY, DIS WAY TU DOWW!"
>It tries to get on your way but you just shove it away/
>You outrun it, but it clearly doesn't want you to look into the bushes
>Yelling and running as fast as he cans makes his voice sound highpitched and awkward:the sound of drowning despair.
>You check the bushes and find a fluffy dam with not two or three but FIVE foals cooing and sleeping next to her
>She notices you, she's paralized
>You can tell her breathing rythm its out of control
take this shit back to fur threads, faggot
>you say you've got to leave
>drive home and masturbate alone
>Ashley tells everyone at work what a creep you are
>Word gets around to your boss, who decides you're making the female employees uncomfortable and fires you
>Ashley adopts the herd and pampers the Smarty to oblivion
>Anyone would agree the Smarty now has a better life than you
Fluffies were released in an uncompleted state due to a terrorist attack. It's unknown whether their love of spaghetti was a joke by a scientist or simply a way for owners to reward their fluffies for good behavior. Regardless they are programmed with an innate desire for "sketties" and seem to know what they look and taste like from birth.
>so, the friend, we'll call him "Anon", gets a glorious idea
"Why don't we get my grandpa's Nazi shit, right, and make a fluffy shooting gallery?
>we instantly begin agreeing, Anon getting high-fives like a muthafucker
>4 PM, Friday, we've got plenty of time
>We go over to Anon's house just a few steps away, and go up in his attic
>There's the crate, with the massive Nazi eagle on it.
>We begin tripping on each other going for it
>we get into full getup, grab ourselves the weapons of choice, and begin grabbing ammo for our weapon of choice
>meanwhile, downstairs, Anon, in full fucking Nazi uniform, begins microwaving some cold spaghetti he grabbed from his fridge
>this isn't the first time he's done this kind of shit before, as Anon is known as the "Spaghetti Nazi" in town
>Anon finishes his spaghetti, as we come down in Nazi uniform with our Karabiner-98's and MP-40's.
>Even Anon had a gun, a Luger, and he had the grenade
"Y'all ready to kill some fluffies?"
>we walk to the park and set down the spaghetti between two hills
>there were 6 of us, so 3 went on each hill
>we waited for them to arrive.
>we hear them begin to say "sketti!'
>they begin arriving en mass, there must've been 2,000 of them
>we take aim...
*PART 3 COMING UP*
>being this autistic
Not according to most accepted canon, that being said, fluffy canon is very loose and everyone has their own headcanon. According to most canons PETA was involved, but they blew a hole in Hasbio laboratories and let the fluffies free before they were completed. Hasbio then continued their research and eventually released the Fuzzy pony to mixed reception.
No dude, we need all the OC we can get. Fuck the trolls that was a good story
>actuly made by a cuck
>fluffy fails to fall into one of the following categories of absolute cancer
soz bud, the pic you saved off b is not a good one
>You reach out of her in one motion, and she instinctively yells "NUU!"
>She tries to avoid your hand but fails, you carry her by the scruff of the neck
>"NUU HUWT BABB--"
>Too late, you were pretty much Riverdancing on top of the tiny critters
>They fold into smaller, horribly injuried versions of themselves with every stomp
>They make quite the fuzz
>"NUU GIFF OWWIES NUUUUUU!" the other fluffy finally gets there trying to pick some of the least damaged fluffy
>You shove it away, but you notice he actually got one of those foals in its mouth
>It again tries tu rin away comically trashing its legs into the same spot before moving at a jogging pace around the entrance of your own house
>which is closed
>and of course towards the street outside.
>As you stomp the last critter, the squeeaking stop
>The mare is shaking and weeping grievously
>It cries so hard it can breath
>When she finally gathers her breath she vomits with a pittyfull croaked voice
>And continues crying and swinging its legs around like a lunatic, trying to make you loose her into the ground.
Ignore the other guy, I like where this is going.
Rolling for threaten the father again with the threat of torture towards his wife while he watches. Find out where that entrance is so you can fix it.
please cyoa writer ignore the retarded troll
or write that the handgun was a water pistol and it was just to give the fluffies some bullshit sense of safety before you torture them some more
Good start, but it needs more descriptive language. "They'd all fucking die" isn't particularly interesting abuse.
Sorry for slow response, I was gone for a while. No, I don't, as this project only was concieved last night, but as I said earlier, I'm going to type out all I have so far as soon as possible.
>There is no handgun
>You actually reach the father in fifteen long stretching steps
>"Nuu--NUUUH!" The fluffy can see you aproaching closer and closer
>He swings the thing into the bushes
>"WUN, WUN 'WAY BABBEH!"
>You reach him as he cowers into a tiny balls, placing its front hooves all over his head and face.
>He's not even saying anything, he's just sahking
>You pick him by the tail, and as he yells he knows his fate is already sealed
>"Ayeee! hu huuu!"
>You get to the mare too, which was trying to escape away
>It's stubby legs were too far from the ground, she had 5 foals and is now expecting more.
>You put a foot on top of the dam
>You barely put it on top of her, you slowly start pressing
>"Oww! OWWWIES, OOOWWWWWWWW!"
>You start to press harder
>You can see her entire body being deformed by the pressure of your foot
>"NU HUWWT SPESHIAW FWEN PWEEEASE!"
>You ask again where the door is, but you suspect you already know the answer
>Yep, the fluffy points at the bushes
>At the very back of the bushes there was a hole between the branches of the bushes
>Behind it you could see the ventilation grid gnawed open.
>Yep, just around the corner of the kitchen in the first floor.
>The second floor was actually at the same level than the entrance.
>You could now see a serious problem wih that design
>"Deaw dowwsie so pwease wet fwuffy go? nuu huwt fwen?
>The mare tries to stablish eye contact with you too, as if it were looking for your permision.
Okay niggas I have a paradox
>Poopeh babeh is always worst babeh
>Bestest babeh is babeh whose fur matches mammah
So what happens when a Brown Mare gives birth to a Brown foal? It is bestest babeh cause it looks like mammah?
best baby is not ALWAYS the same coloras momma, sometimes its the brightest color,
and teh poopie baby isnt alwasy brownm, can just be a dull color.
so chances are a brown momma, if one could live that long and then find a special friend, would prolly still pick a bright color baby for best.
but its all head cannon
lol and chances are the babies would turn on the mom for being "poopie momma" when they got older
>The sounds of gunshots fill the air, as we blast away at the charging, bumbling idiots.
>we watched them burst into little giblets and hit the fluffy right next to them as the rifle rounds tore right through them
>Even the MP-40's, which were 9mm's, were able to take ~2 with one bullet
>They begin to realize the trap, but that's after ~100 of them were ground horse, and more of them dead in one piece
>they stop and retreat, making a bigger clump and a bigger target
>we continued to shoot, when I heard Anon going "open, you damn-"
>I hear ticking, then the sound of Anon grunting
>the clump then slowed down, like they were looking at something
>fucking fluffy giblets went everywhere
>~300 of them were turned into giblets onto the side of the hills
"ANON, WHAT THE FUCK?! WE'RE GONNA GET ARRESTED NOW!"
>Anon replies with something stupid
"I thought it wasn't live!"
"Right, and my K98 wasn't fucking live, WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN ONCE YOU SET IT OFF?!"
>Anon and I began screaming at each other, while my friends stopped shooting once they were gone
>Anon and I eventually cooled off, but I was still a bit mad at him
>all of that changed when we went down to count the dead
>around 342 had been shot, and stayed in one piece
>and all around us, we were figuratively knee-deep in guts
>We estimated the casualties to be around ~500, minus the grenade
>the blackened, small crater that was the grenade's final resting place was surrounded in charred guts
>another ~200 fluffies had been exterminated by the blast
>and around 300 lay dead in the fields
>we high fives in the small slice of hell, and cheered that we eliminated half the initial herd
>apparently, a member of the state militia was watching the entire thing, as we were enlisted in it a week later
>the state militia had us now, and began a war against fluffies.
>the war, due to our tactics, lasted a week and a half before they were eliminated
treat fluffies good
give them sense of comfort now that they've told the truth
wait until mare gives birth to remaining foals
wait until mare decides which babbeh is bestest babbeh
Honestly? I don't like killing or hurting things unless I'm gonna eat it or it's a pest. Mice though, only cuz they die outside after a day, and it's more humane to snap trap when they die instantly) so I would give it a bath and take it to a shelter. Maybe take it in, if it had a good attitude and manners.
I uploaded my 1.2G fluffy folder to Mega last week, but it's not up anymore, the folder has grown and I took it down until I uploaded the larger version