Fluffy in the first page
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From the previous thread
>You let the fluffy down and remove your foot from the crying mare
>As you let the stallion go, it hugs the other fluffy and cries
>they babble things to each other and look at you with terror
>You stomped on their offsprings killing all but one that the male on threw in some bushes by the entrance.
>the stallion lost the nail back in the kitchen, but you could still see part of the hole still exposed and bleeding
>You decide to board shut the missing grid from other potential treats crawling into your house, like snakes or spiders
>You move the fluffies to the garage instead
>You form a perimeter on the corner with some chicken wire you had and some iron stakes sledge hammered into the ground
>there was still room enough for your shitty Volvo
>You feed them a scrambled egg
>As they finish eating, you place one of the lids of a pizza box with some sand inside of it
>You tell them to crap inside or die
>They don't get if you're being serious with the non chalant way you said it, but they decide to believe you're not bluffing
>They don't have to go right now, but they look at it and babble "ff-fankoo nice mistah"
>You also place the dam under a bunch of crumply news papers from six years ago.
>The next day you bring a relatively large kibble bag from the super market and feed the fluffies before going to work
>Whenever you return the fluffies start to wiggle their tails as they know they are about to be fed.
>That night after feeding them, while watching the TV you notice some uproar outside
>It comes from the garage
>You go outside and find the mare moaning
>"Speshaw fwenn have babbehs!"
>She has 4 this time, two pegasus, a brown one and a blue unicorn.
my fave by far
spoosh's fluffs look so pathetic, and yet so completely deserving of abuse
Not an artist, but someone needs to turn this into a fluffy comic.
Me too. The "NU WAN NUM POOPIE" frame is probably my favorite thing in all of fluffydom. Just look at that fucking face and tell me you don't want to reach back to the next county and drop a haymaker right on its snout.
i love how innocent and loving AS's fluffs usually are. we have a mare with popular colors (who would probably be selfish and bratty in most stories) who clearly loves her shit-colored "special friend" and is thrilled to have little babies despite their hideous colors. but the babies are stomped anyways, and the parents are subjected to something worse than death.
what a terrible fucking mother. i still hope the foals die, but only if she lives long enough to see them die.
Speaking of alicorns, their rarity isn't due to genetics but rather the sorting algorithm in their mother's brain.
In most headcanons, any type of fluffy may give birth to any other type of fluffy and still recognize it as their young.
Because alicorns were developed after the eco terrorist release and therefore are not included in the genetic sorting algorithm, most mares and their offspring won't recognize an alicorn foal as one of their own so they'll drive it away or kill it.
>You help her clean her foals, the dad is helping too
>They look so excited
>You wonder if they remember what happened to their last babies and why
>You're about to remind them
>As you set down the chirping foals you see them instinctively look for the warm of the mother
>She picks the unicorn and the red winged filly and places them on her soggy tits
>She stasts to babble to her foals.
>the other green colt pegasus looks for his mother's nipple with his mouth open
>He clumsily shoves his sister away, the filly cheerps furiously when pushed away from nuzzling
>"hehe, wet odda babbeh haff miwkies babbeh"
>the sucking sound is so soft, they coo and gasp tiny breats of air.
>The brown own is shaking and struggling to stand on its own
>It crawls about but both the mare and the father ignore it
>You ask the mare who is the best one
>The mare doesn't even looks at you, she's too damn interested in her new foals
>"Bess babbeh am....bwue wingie babbeh!"
>She pets the tiny creature, for the first time the creature feels loved
>the tiny foals seems to get fuzzy and comfy with each stroke from her mother's hoof
>well then, it is decided.
>Eventually the babby yawns, smack its mouth and starts peeping
>"Aww, babbeh haff nuff nummies?" asks the mother
>You yank the fluffy off from her
>"Whewe take babbeh?" ask each fluffy
>You use your trusty Army Swiss Knife to easily cut off the legs of the newborn
>It starts to peep quite loudly.
>The mom gets up and attempts to jump, her foals fall off of her and also peep loudly when they reach the cold ground.
>"NUU HUWT BABBEH 'GAIN, NUUUUUUU!"
>The tiny foals trashes each one of its legs
>Until it loses them.
>You burn its remaining stubs with a lighter
>The Fluffies at your feet are literally begging for you to stop, completely powerless, unable to believe or understand what's happening
>You drop the baby down and both of them notice it has no legs
>wheww babbeh's weggies? huuu w-wah take weggies?...huuu"
THIS THREAD NEEDS BESTEST HUGGIES FO' BESTEST SHITPOSTING
Let's go for "dream"
> I only have wolfram content in my folder.
I'm surprised this theme hasn't been explored more. Apparently it happens in the animal kingdom as well, when an alpha lion gets too old and feeble, another lion kills him to claim the females. First thing they do is brutally kill all of the old alpha's offspring so only their offspring will grow.
Saw that shit in a nature documentary once
summer of '11 MLP invastion
Literal 80% of all threads are mlp
Smart anons start making comics of their characters being maimed etc
It pushes them back
Moot is mlp faggot and cant keep up with the threads.
fluffy goes away a bit but never dies.
Fluffy made its own way after it was the chemo thats saved /b
if you're not a troll and actually curious this is worth a read
the only autist here is you and your shit edits
>You pick another one, the brown colt from the ground
>The stallion tries to stop you but its too late
>"NUUH, NUU TAKE MO'W BABBEHS!"
>The damn starts to bawl horribly and hugs her offsprings tight
>You put the runt in a transparent container and poke some holes in the top
>You put it a paint shaker machine located also in your garage
>The foal is still, cheerping meekly here and there, it doesn't know what's going to happen
>You see both fluffies trying to bend the chicken wire with their hoofs, the stallion actually bends it and runs over it
>You see him shoving your feet as hard as he can
>It felt like the punt kick of a toddler trowing a tantrum, quite the record for a fluffy
>You kick him away any time he gets back up and tries again
>You turn on the paint shaker
>The fluffy shrieks in fear and pain banging his entire body against the transparent container
>There are times when the device doesn't shakes as hard, and the foal tries to pick itself up from the chaos he is in...
>...just to be shaken relentlessly
>It screams endlessly
>The mare tries to cover her ears and cry as hard as she can to keep her from listening any further
>Even you think how much it would suck to be inside of that container
>The machine shakes the container so hard it makes it look as if the container were being warped and molded like hot clay
>By that point, the foal is no longer moving, it's making no other noise
>You turn off the machine
>"Mistah...mistah kiww BABBEH, MISTAH KIWW BABBEH NUUU!" The stallion sees the motionless foal
>You drop it inside the chicken wire, the mother hugs their own foals
>"NUU HUWT MOW BABBEHS!"
>She pees on the floor, staining her own fluff and their kids with hot piss.
>She hugs them so hard they squeal in pain.
it really needs the mom to psychologically suffer
like imagine if some strange man broke into your house, killed your dad, killed all your brothers and sisters, then raped your mom and she had to be his because those were the rules
That's some pretty fucked up shit and you're not living up to the potential by having the mom just go "yay babbehs ded!"
rationalize it to them as poopeh babies needing forever sleepsies and get the fluffies back on your side again
you still have two perfectly good foals and one amputated one, time to build trust again
I don't know how the hell these things would survive a night in the wild, also, who was the dumbass that thought that letting transgenic animals reproduce by themselves was a good idea? If they are artificial they should have been engineered to be sterile. Thoughtless science like that will end up creating a grey goo situation at least MJ12 made their transgenics sterile
You should've gone hugbox mode on the ugly baby and masacred the others. Now your opportunity is wasted.
Give it two weeks, neuter any stallions, and help any male foals rape the mother in front of the stallions.
Fluffies were released in an incomplete state due to a terrorist attack by PETA.
The original plan was to have the fluffies reproduce within Hasbio facilities and neuter/spay the outgoing ones being sold. Obviously for such an arrangement to meet demand it was beneficial for fluffies to breed exceptionally fast.
In the wild fluffies can reproduce at a month old and usually have 6 foals, provided they get enough nutrition. This combined with their ability to eat (but not without indigestion) nearly anything has led them to overrun urban areas.
>They seem to think what happened to the brown colt is going to happen to their other foals
>They seem quite shaken, the stallion is hyperventilating and the mare is quite edgy, flinching everytime you move to do anything
>This is no good, you need to build back some of that trust
>you tell them that was poopie baby, so you had to kill him
>They still look at you, they seem to agree with you due to fear more than anything else.
>As you explain this to them, they hide in the corner of the play corner, that place that you can't reach without leaping inside their safe place
>They think they are safe from you if you can't reach them from outside
>when they calm down a bit they ask
>"B-buh wah...WAH MISTAH GIFF OWWIES TO BESTEST BABBEH"
>"Wah take wegg--"
>"WAH TAKE BABBEH WEGGIES?"
>The mare seems more outspoken about her misstrust against you
>Well, they have a pretty short memory, probably will forget by tomorrow.
>Nope, not this time. The next morning when you put some food inside their fence they cower back into that corner and stare at you with big sorry eyes.
>Until you leave.
>A few days later, they stop doing that.
>They rarely pay attention to you, other than to ask for toys or ask for you to clean the litterbox
>The foals open their eyes an start to talk
>"Am tawkie babies. wook speshaw fwen, tawkie babbies!"
>"Wook mistah tawk--"
>The mare interrupts the stallion
>She doesn't want to draw any attention to their foal
>They both go back to their babies.
>The tiny legless colt starts talking too...
>"cheep weww weggies? bwuda an sissy haff weggies, wah babbeh stumpy babbeh?"
>The mother wants to answer but can't
>The mare starts to sob, the foals notice this and start hugging her mom.
I love the indignity of poopie babbehs and how unfair it is
Even better when they end up as enfie babbehs
Depends on what kind of smarty you're talking about. Smarty syndrome is a defect in the fluffy's genetic programming that makes them sociopathic little shits and can happen in any fluffy breed. The "Smawty" of a feral herd is literally the "smartest" (actually the loudest) fluffy in the herd. Usually a unicorn because the extra goat DNA in their genetics gives them a slight edge in that regard by fluffy standards.
Or just create your own litterpal for humans to clean yourself
Fluffies gotta eat shit I guess
I tried to find the pic where two of them get fed at the same time and because one finishes first, he thinks he got fucked out of food, so the owner gives him more than the other one forgets he ate when he looks at his empty bowl and then at the other one's additional food. That's pretty reminiscent of dog behavior too.
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>You decide that you could use the fear they already feel for you
>You remember having old radio antena from your first car lying around somewhere
>Oh yeah, next to some cans of paint, cool
>You have a sorry stick now, but when should you use it?
>You see one of their babbies relief itself after walking
>Just...puffing its tiny cheeks in effort and dropping a tiny but stinky turd
>You leap inside the fluffy fence
>And you pick the foal faster than they can bego you to stop hurtting them
>You whip the antena on the mare head
>She gently massages the formerly whacked area
>You pick the foal gently and put it in front of the feces
>The you ask the babbie what it is
>You whack it, it starts to cry, you whack it again telling it to shut up. It takes other 3 to make it stop
>It's tiny lips bubbling, trying as hard as it could to stop crying
>You ask again
>You gently pet it once
>hey, it's cool, you can let this one time pass right?
> You clean the shit from the floor with a paper towel.
>the fluffies continue playing
>The next day when you leave for work you see them all sleeping in a fluff pile
>And two turds lying on the floor.
>As far as posible from the litterbox
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