From previous thread
>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
The pyramid is upside down.
Also, I need like a general canon for how big a fluffy is, can never actually wrap my head around it.
its a shit edit.
The fluffy pushed the poopies out of the litterbox and is trying to blame the Alicorns (horns + wings)
in the shit edit someone poorly added wings and horn to the big fluffy.
Fluffies categorize other fluffies as "Wingy fwiend" (Pegasus) "Eawfy Fwiend" (Earth pony) or "Howny fwiend" (Unicorn). because alicorns do not fall into any of those three categories, they see them as monsters and are terrified of them. Mother fluffies will almost always kill any alicorn foals they give birth to. That's why alicorns are so rare.
infants are around the size of the last knuckle on your index finger
Foal are about the size of an adult hand
I dont remevber the name of it,but the next step i would simialr to a chiwawa
An adult being two weiner dogs stacked on top of each other.Definatly a dog breed that i dont know.enough to be considered a pillo
This is your chance to give a real writefag an idea! its-a-me, senor goyim!
Give me a good enough idea and it'll show up on the booru!
Build room with electromagnets on the walls and ceiling and flow
Traw fluffy and implant steel plates on top of the fluffy on the bottom(curve the steel to make it form fitting)
Tell fluffy you have a new game and if he wins he gets sketti
open the door to the room and let fluffy in
>"am ez pway fluffy just run and sketti"
>Fluffy runs off,you let him get about 50% of the way down
>you flip the switch and activate the magnent
>fluffy goes flying to the ceiling
>complete shit fest
>"wun down bad uppies"
>release top magnet
>turn on magent at the start and suck the fluffy to the start
>have fun fucking with fluffy mind thinking it can fly,and then stick it to the ceiling
>continue until you're dont laughing your ass off
>parents buy fluffy foals for their retarded son
>everything goes great at first
>but then retard plays too hard ala of mice and men
>fluffies get scared of retard
>this angers retard that fluffies don't want to play anymore
>retard kills fluffies
>parents clean it up and say that tomorrow the fluffies will be nicer
you can fill in the gory details yourself
smarties try following a pregnant woman thinking that they can make a milk mare.
one night of hormone rage later, and the woman enough skinned fur for closet full of multicolored baby clothes
>No need to get upset
>You walk towards your toolkit
>You pick a blowtorch and you start to fry the tip of a scredriver until its burning red
>It glows on its own in the darkness of dawn
>The noise of the blowtorch wakes the stallion and the mare, the foals insist on being asleep despite the noise
>Then he notices you
>Then you come close to the stallion and burn fluff and skin togheter with your scorching tool
>"AYYEE AYEEE AYEEEEE AYEEEEEE!" The fluffy is twisting over itself in pain, like it tried to shake the pain off of himself
>The foals now wake up and start to freak out, the mare too seems to be freaking out
>"daddeh am sawwing babbehs, pwease nuu scaw--"
>"OWW, OWW MISTAH PWEASE HEWP FWUFFY PwEEAAAASSS!"
>The poor thing can't handle the pain.
>It's probably the sharpest pain it had to endure so far.
>You ask the fluffy about the crap in the floor
>The pain is so unberable that the fluffy fails to see how is the poop more relevant than his agony
>You burn him again
>The fluffy tries to flinch away from pain but fails
>You notice the mare trying to calm the foals down
>You ask who crapped outside the litterbox
>No answer, just squeals of fear
>You wonder if you've taken it too far
>"fwuffy was!" squirms the suffering critter
>"fwuffy maed bad poopies!"
>Ohhh... of course
>If he takes the blame, you wouldn't have to hurt the real culprit
>You pick him up from the pen
>As you set him down you start to beat it with the "sorry stick" around the bruned area
>"NU KIWW SPESHAW FWEN! NU KIWW SPESHAW FWEN" starts to yell the mare
>She has quite the voice
>You fear the neighboors might hear that and confuse it with domestic abuse and stop
>You put the beat up fluffy back on the pen
>Some cream for the burns, some food...
>You go to work, the fluffies look extra terrified this morning.
>When you get home that day, you find no fluffy inside the pen.
>The door to your living room ajar
>Feral herd is in my garden
>Smarty shit threatens me for sketties
>I lure them into my garage with the promise of sketties
>I trap them. Put them in a few old dog cages, separating them by gender.
>Take one of their foals. Torture the fucker right in front of the herd's eyes
>After it dies, I cut the baby to pieces. I cook it on my barbeque grill and eat it in front of the herd
>I do this over and over again for several weeks until there are no foals left
>I torture and eat all of the mares one at a time next, then the stallions
>Last but not least there is the smarty.
>Cut all his limbs to eat while he watches, use crude medicine to keep him alive
>don't kill him, Knock all of his teeth out and force him to eat the shit of the new alicorn fluffy I just bought as a pet.
a "poopie baby" momma having her own babies,
and the babies slowly learning that their momma is a poopie baby and they begain turning on her,
slowly working together gainst her.
(they eat the momma in the end)
no love for da poopies
Lure them to the bathroom with food
To the tub/toilet.
a stupid hippie who goes around saving poopie babies and punishing mommas "becuz dey raycist" gets in a car wreck and a mad poopie hateing madman makes her a litter pal to poopie babies.
imagine her horror as she watches the poopie babies act just as bad towards her as the best babies are to the poopies
Save a Poopie baby and put a tracking collar on it's mother. Feed it make it strong and foster a deep hatred in it for all the non poopies because of how it was treated. Give it some fluffy armor coverd in razor blades and sick it on it;s mom later on.
although i would enjoy reading that lol
>You look for the fluffies
>With about 8 hours to hide, you'd figure they would have a better place to hide than under your couch
>They have also shit and pissed on it
>The stallion tries to look for a place to run, the mare desperately hides under the next couch on the living room
>The foals kinda expected their parents to pull them out of danger, so they just look up to you while you hold the couch with one hand.
>The foals feebly avoid your hand, you could have picked either....
>But you go for the mare, who had the aputee foal on her mouth
>"NUUU, NUU BESTEST BAB--"
>You drop her before she can finish, the fall punches the air out of her lungs
>"eeeeeeeeeee! wet guuu, mammaaaah!"
>You pick a large tennis raquette from the basement.
>In front of their parents you serve the tiny foal into quite the swing.
>It crashes against the opposite wall, sticks into it for a few seconds, and falls to the ground
>To your surprise the baby is still moving
>It's just...not moving the way someone who's going to make it would move
>The mare comes to aid the baby
>"BABBEH!, Babbeh, nu cwy huggies make everything bettahhuggiesmakeeverythinghuggies..."
>The mare starts to babble the same mantram over and over again, hugging then agonizing foal
>"nununu nu wowtest owwies babbeh, babbeh be otay an pway wiff bwuda an daddeh nu nu nu"
>She presses the baby against her chest a little harder
>"b-babbeh no move no mow? sweepies"
>The mare starts to cry
>She starts rocking the dead for in her arms
>Her crying make you think she knows her baby is dead.
>The stallion, a crying bubbling mess, blurts out
>"Wah huwt fwuffy? *sob* fwuffy nu huwt mistah...fwuffy am jus' widdle babeh huhuuuHUUU"
>And then it drops on the ground to cry and bawl his lungs out.
>The other foals soon join her mother and hug her
kind of a bad example. in 98% of fluffy headcannon, gestation only lasts a week or two, the babies begin opening their eyes/talking/walking after a day or two, and they reach sexual maturity in less than 2 months, sometimes even in 1.
the idea is that their absurdly fast reproduction is the only reason they've lasted so long in the wild
>loving owner of fluffies
>treats them amazingly
>uh oh what's this
>didn't poopeh in litterbox?
>that means a visit from jeffrey
>fluffies scream and cry and don't want jeffrey
>loving owner pets them and coddles them but says there's nothing he can do
>feeds them sketties but when 8:00pm rolls around, he has to leave
>loving owner puts on scary demon mask, becoming jeffrey
>jeffrey terrorizes fluffies, not so much physically but more mentally and psychologically, screaming at them and just basically scaring the shit out of them
>jeffrey scares the fluffies for a bunch of hours then leaves
>the next morning, the loving owner "rescues" the fluffies from the bad room and is again caring and loving
>tells them he never wants jeffrey to come ever again
>fluffies have no idea their loving owner is also jeffrey
>they promise to behave but we all know that eventually jeffrey will be back
First cut off the stallions legs for running away, and feed it to tge mare. Then build two pens, next to each other. Then go to a fluffy store, buy a smarty, and make the smarty rape the mare while the foals and stallion watch.
Build a better pen and feed them spaghetti, don't forget to add a generous amount of laxatives.
Also, guilt trip the mare for hugging her foal too hard, giving him forever sleepies
I keep thinking of a story wherein a guy keeps capturing fluffies and more or less looking for one that has SOME sense of right and wrong. That he keeps finding them and they shit on the floor or something and aren't sorry about it, so he kills them and moves on to another, trying to find one that's 'trainable'.
Then he gets a hold of one, probably a poopie baby, that actually listens to and learns from its mistakes, that doesn't argue, and accepts its punishment. A broken spirit of sorts. It does something stupid and he takes one of its eyes out as punishment, then teaches it to be angry not at him, but at other fluffies for the bad things that happen to it. He'd capture other fluffies and teach the thing to get angry at them, to even hate female fluffies and avoid 'special friends'. Then stuff it with roids or something to make it angrier and stronger.
Then send the thing out, with some sort of tracking collar, to seek out other fluffies and kill them or something, either outright or after infiltrating their herds. The fluffy would be dependent on the guy who captured it and feel good about himself for killing his own species.
poopie babies would kinda be like this pic
would have a great temperment.. unless it had been abused too long
But still think poopie abuse best abuse
I've always wanted to see a comic where smarties are trained to fight like pitbulls, illegally or perfectly legal.
Smarty Trainers would hunt out and find the toughest smarties, give them love and let them know that if they kill their opponent, they get all the sketties in the world.
Ideally the story would follow one Smarty Fighter and his owner, as he's captured, trained, growing to love and accept his owner, wins a couple of fights, lives on top of the world, then faces a tougher opponent and gets the shit beaten out of him.
In his dying moment he seeks comfort from daddeh but daddeh is pissed about losing the money, and tells the smarty he never loved or cared about it, he just used it to fight
These are all out of order. I'm posting them in the order I have them.
I'll post poopsmear but I'm warning ya'll, it's the most fucked up fluffy story I ever read.
This stuff all seems so tame. It's just lost limbs or no abuse at all.
Where's the cathartic stuff like that one about the guy keeping that 'smarty' with no eyes or legs or dick and its mouth sewn up as a toy for his daughter until it killed itself?
This stuff is just shallow.
>it's the most fucked up fluffy story I ever
I hope you mean the fucked up part is the ending where he's saved. The girl should have turned out to be an abuser in secret and just acted like she kept saving him fro others hurting him.
>You calm down
>You pick the fluffies and take them outside
>You modify the pen adding extra stacks and another layer of chicken wire.
>You tell them you are sorry
>They are a bit shaken to receive apologies, but you let them calm down.
>after about 45 minutes (time spent checking your phone) the stallion talks
>"M-mistah giff nummies pwease?"
>You look at him and nod
>You go for some left over from your aunt's visit
>You microwave a batch of mom's spaghetti
>palms sweaty, knees are shaky, arms are heavy
>They smell it and immediately beam into a joy and excitement they've never felt before
>An unison of "SKETTIEEEEEES!!" resounded over the garage.
>You carry a big ass bowl of it into the garage
>Holy shit the fluffies have never been so happy of just being alive
>They are jumping up and down, they adore you
>you put the plate down.
>and as they all throw demselves to the plate, you grab each one of them by the tail and pin them into a rope hanging across the garage.
>"owwwWWWIES, NUU, NU NU, BAD UPSIES"
>Soon they are all hanging by their tails.
>Explain you want the shit eaten
>They shake their heads in disgust
>"Nu wan...N-nu wannn!...huuu"
>You tell them they can have the spaghetti if they comply
>The little guy hates himself, he accepts disgusted of itself
>At least there would be spaghetti, but the whole day was ruined , what did skeeties even matter at that point?
>The stallion eats the turds from the morning, they gag reflex with every swallow.
>Only the stalion, that was the deal.
>The family eats the spaghetti happily as soon as they are let down.
>They all love it
>except for the stallion.
>He ate shit
>He ate his spaghetti and cried all the way.
>You go to bed
>The next morning, the fluffies are playing already on the pen, the foals are too active.
>No turds out of place
>They see you
>Complete quiet, no movement
>"Mownin...daddeh" says the stallion
>He smirks but then stops.
Can someone please explain to me what the appeal of this shit is?
Are you guys jerking off to these pictures?
Why fluffy little made-up creatures?
Why do you hate them?
Is it funny?
I MUST KNOW!
are you trolling or do you want an actual answer?
>You bark at him, asking what is he smirking about?
>He is definitivily not smirking now
>"Ahmm uuu ahh fwuffy nu waffin of daddeh...ahm...mistah..."
>You tell him you are joking
>and then you start you laugh
> You shove him gently over his chest
>He starts to smirk nervously, and then starts to laugh
>He probably doesn't even remembers what is he laughing about.
>you leave them all laughing about something.
>You go to work, work in your shitty work you love so much and come back home.
>When you get there, you hear....
>You go inside the garage and find all of the fluffies sleeping in a fluff pile
A guy tortures the fluffy of his cheating ex after she cucks him, leaves him and leaves the thing at his house. Maybe its a female and maybe he gets a feral to rape her and then does heinous things with her babies. Maybe he goes more subtle and psychological. Either way, he takes great satisfaction from it and it helps him deal with the pain of his breakup. Eventually they get back together and he feeds her the fluffy or something.
People always flip their tits over carpdime's art but I always liked artist-kun best
fluffy runner is fucking retarded
>lol fluffies enter this room
>LOL SPIKES COME FROM THE GROUND IMPALING SOME FLUFFIES
>LOL STUPID FLUFFIES SHOULD HAVE AVOIDED THE SPIKE FLOOR
>onto the next room where some other stupid trap will kill more of you
you can tell it's an unironic fan of maze runner young adult shit writing them as well
Yeah but the art is good and when it finally cuts to the fucking chase the payoff is decent. I'm not saying anything you pointed out is wrong, just saying there are redeeming qualities.
threadly reminder that this shit REEKS of
A U T I S M
>You wake them up
>The stallion looks at you, unsure of what to expect.
>You tell him he has been a good fluffy for an entire day
>He is smiling.
>You tell him that, in fact, all fluffies were good for a day!
>The stallion wakes them all properly
>"Hew' dat?! We gud fwuffies!"
>You are not sure of how it worked, but apparently, fluffies have still certain born-with nemotechnics
>They knew what spaghetti is even before even seeing it, and they knew that being a good fluffy was the absolute goal of every fluffy pet.
>This was great news for them, this validation made them all feel fuzzy and safe.
>They congratulate each other for being good fluffies.
>From that day forward, you built a trust relationship with them
>You took them out for vacations to the woods, camping, sleeping in tents.
>About four months pass, you now have four adult fluffies.
>They've grown big.
>The've also turn slower, maybe they are actually fatter than they should be
>They tell you about everything
>They have no secrets for you.
>They know they are good fluffies
>and they know this because they can remember to crap in a box
>You wonder if you're being too easy on them.
The next post finishes the story, so make it big.
i dont know who any of them are. if its good and i dont have it, ill save. other than that, the artist doesnt matter much to me
Well executed but the style isn't quite for me. They should look cute but they also should look derpy and retarded and pathetic. Artist-kun nails that look, wolfram and spoosh also hit pretty close to the mark
Also foals suckling pacifiers. They just look so fucking pathetic and helpless and absurd
See that isn't cute. You need to strike a balance. That's why I hate carniverous duck's art, his look disgusting and wretched, not actually cute. They are supposed to look cute, that is their primary design feature and main redeeming quality.
Last one of this story I've got. Anybody else got the rest?
Feed them laxatives and when they inevitably crap outside of the box again you remind them how horrible it is to be a bad fluffy by skinning them alive or something equally gruesome.
Fluffy Research Journal - Jason Fennal - Hanson Collegiate Institute - Sociology
As many should know by now (due in no small part to mass marketing and media saturation), fluffies are a small rodent like mammal covered in plush soft hair. Created by Hasbio, they fill a variety of uses as both pets and comfort and therapy animals. Though there has been much debate over their use as food for reptiles and other carnivorous pets, their rapid breeding and fast gestation period makes overpopulation a huge problem. Though they are widely considered to be very aesthetically pleasing, laws have been put in place to ensure that the fluffies do not breed excessively, and that current populations do not exceed guidelines. These recent laws ratified their use as food, the subjects of hunting, and a number of other secondary uses. They are quadrupedal, and their diet consists primarily of plant matter (grass, low hanging leaves, etc) and, if domesticated, vegetarian kibble. They come in a variety of sizes, colors, and breeds, and this genetic variety is nearly unseen in any other creature on earth. The majority are semi intelligent, and able to communicate using rudimentary language often spoken by small children.
It’s this semi-intelligence that gives us a unique opportunity to study herd mentality and sociological developments with ease by keeping them in closed environments and exposing them to a number of external stimuli. The purpose of this journal is to document the reactions and interactions of a population of fluffies through a number of experiments.
24 “earth”* fluffies, void of genetic or physical defects, varying age and colors. All vat grown for zero memory effect. Note: Avoided dark colors**, focused on brights, such as pink, yellow, green, etc.
*Regular, no horns, wings, etc
**Fluffies will often view darker colors as bad, fostering division within the herd.
1 large sized terrarium, 50x50ft, domed. Inside of dome painted with sky scene, large bulb placed directly on top (covered with white diffusion) that operates as a simulated sun, glowing bright at peak hours and slowly fading to darkness as the day goes on. Vegetation grown on terrarium floor, several bushes scattered throughout, fertilized through a false floor below the surface.
3 Food and water dispensers (regular kibble plus vitamin supplements / distilled water), placed on inside wall. Food dispensers programmed to dispense food at 3 times a day to avoid overfeeding. Water dispensers reservoir kept full at all times.
1 Air and temperature control system installed through hidden vents on walls. Attached to gas injection system.
1 Gas injection system filled with non-toxic knock-out gas in case we need to interact with environment without any of the population noticing.
Notes: All experiments will avoid any and all human-fluffy interaction to avoid contamination to any physical or sociological extent.
Notes on population without any external stimuli:
Population has been inserted into environment while sleeping. Keeping in mind that all fluffies were vat grown and therefore unaware of literally any other environment, they generally seem curious of their new environment. The younger population (ranging from nearly new-born foal, to several months old) seems scared of nearly everything, and will flock to the older mares, while the youngest will simply cry until the older mares offer their milk and comfort.
The older fluffies are instinctively cautious of everything, smelling and poking everything to ensure safety.
Note: It seems even though they’ve had no contact with each other, the population will instinctively trust each other, and a herd mentality seems to be quickly forming, even in the first week. This may point to a pre-programmed instinct by Hasbio.
Several hours have passed without incident or meaningful development, and the fluffies are softly grazing on grass or foliage, while the mares have adopted that smaller ones as their own and are nursing them as best as they can.
The fluffies seem to communicate using a series of high or low pitched whimpers, growls, and barks.
They have discovered the food dispensers, and though at the start the sound of the food filling scared them slightly, they have come to associate it with food.
By the end of the week, a herd has formed, and things seem to be progressing quite normally. By next week we should be able to introduce our first set of experiments.
Concern: Fluffy excrement seems to fill at a surprising rate. Consider placing garbage chute or removal system?
Our original plan of introducing our first set of experiments seems to have been premature, as the fluffy excrement issue listed in our concerns in the first week seems to have grown out of control. The herd is growing physically sick from the stench of urine and feces that they have left across the terrarium, and we’ve begun to worry that disease may spread amongst the herd. Admittedly this seems to be an oversight on our part, but the experiment will continue as planned.
On w2d3 we used the knock-out gas on them and installed a small stream leading in a meandering path through the terrarium, with a small grassy land-bridge across to facilitate travel. Stream is 2 feet in width, and half a foot deep. Grated on both ends and hooked up to purifier.Removed water dispensers to avoid waste.
Population seemed afraid of running water at first, but thirst seemed to win out and they seemed to warm to it as the day went on. Several foals fell into the stream but were quickly grabbed by their adoptive mothers before any harm was done.
In the first real development we’ve seen so far, the population seems to understand the cleaning property of the stream, and has started to push it’s excrement into it, where it is then washed down and removed. They have begun to teach the smaller fluffies to excrete near the end grate of the stream to avoid any other contamination.
Before long the males of the herd has cleaned most of the grass and the stench has begun to fade away. The attitude of the herd seems to be quite positive, and they seem to be interacting quite healthily with each other. We seem to be ready to resume our schedule for next week.
External stimuli: This week we’re seeking to push development in a more civilized direction by introducing rudimentary building materials to the terrarium. A large amount of straw, thatch, and dried branches have been placed in a large pile in one corner of the terrarium. To facilitate the need for shelter, we have programmed a rudimentary weather system into the dome, drilling hidden sprinkler holes in the ceiling and programming them and the heating system to simulate rainy and colder days. This system will activate on w3d2, giving the herd one day to see if they will develop shelter without the need or not.
The first day was uneventful, and though the herd seemed curious of the pile of materials we had inserted, not a single fluffy has put use to it whatsoever. We know that fluffies are at the very least semi-intelligent, but they seem to not grasp the concept yet.
By day two, the sprinklers were turned on and small intervals, and the temperature has been dropped by several degrees. The exposure has been programmed to not be harmful or dangerous at first, but as the days go on the rain will become more regular and colder.
The fluffies were terrified at first, as they had never seen rain before. The smaller ones began crying and screeching while the older fluffies seems to form a ring around the herd in a futile defense attempt. Though by day three they had seemed to simply resign themselves to the cold, by day four one fluffy (Given designation “Homer” - See Attached Bio) had begun to dig into the pile of materials, pulling out sticks and twigs and covering himself in straw to protect from the rain. As the days got colder he seemed to get more determined, placing sticks against the wall and covering it in a thick layer of straw and thatch, creating a rudimentary lean-to. Though he had the knowledge, Homer seemed to be content with only building himself a shelter.
Note: Check Homer for “Smarty” gene?
The herd seemed to catch on relatively quickly, with a number of fluffies following Homers lead and building lean-tos and shelters in a close vicinity to his. He seemed uncaring.
Before long the herd was completed protected by a number of different sized shelters. Some were larger, able to house a few fluffies, while others were simply shanty’s able to protect one fluffy or a number of foals. This marks another milestone in The Project. We continue on schedule.
Bio: Designation “Homer”
Homer is a bright green fluffy, medium sized, “earth” fluffy. Seeming uninterested with most interaction with other fluffies, he keeps to himself most days, idly grazing on foliage or kibble. He has built in shelter next to one of the food dispensers (whether this was a conscious decision or simply a coincidence has yet to be known). We had him removed and genetically tested for a “smarty” gene that we thought the vat grown fluffies chosen for the project had not been given, and as it turns out he does NOT contain the gene, further confusing us with his obviously uncaring attitude (as opposed to the happy and caring herd mentality that the other fluffies exhibit).
At one point a foal had wandered playfully towards his shelter, and he had become irate and growled at him threateningly, scaring the foal away and earning the ire of its mother and the protective males. Though no physical confrontation occurred, the males seemed to return the threatening growl. Homer seemed unbothered.
We have tagged him as an subject of interest and will continue to study him closely. He may prove to be a valuable experimental tool in the future.
Experiment: The next step in our societal experiment will involve developing some sort of language or means of communication beyond grunts and growls. This may prove difficult as the team has been unsure of how to introduce language in a way that maintains the integrity of the experiment. Several ideas were proposed, but we eventually settled on introducing a series of small speakers into the walls of the terrarium. The speakers constantly spout a series of rudimentary words and phrases, but are at a frequency on the very edge of the populations hearing spectrum. The implication is that they will be subliminally taught language through suggestion and repetition.
In the coming days the fluffies seemed content, grazing happily and hiding in shelter from the occasional rainstorm. It wasn’t until day 3 of the week that the subliminal messaging showed its merits. While eating, one large male yelled the word “food”. It was quickly echoed by it’s peers, and even the foals began to vocalize in a rudimentary fashion.
Homer again seemed to develop quickly, learning at an increased pace compared to the others. By the end of the week the herd was able to string together very basic sentences, but often vocalized in one word communications. Homer however always spoke in sentences, often very well, though all of the fluffies had an issue producing certain sounds, and he was no exception, as they were programmed by Hasbio to seem cuter to audiences.
Additionally, a mare seemed to go into heat today, and though the males of the herd are usually quite tame, the presence of female pheromones drove some of them to spar very suddenly over the right to mate. Even Homer seemed agitated, but stayed uninvolved in the sparring. Soon one was the obvious winner, shoeing away the competition. The winner was by far the largest male, red haired and aggressive when under the grip of female pheromones. He soon marched to the shelter of the heated mare, but as he neared his goal, Homer rushed from behind a nearby bush, slamming full force into the ribcage of the male. The male went rolling in the opposite direction, despite him being larger than Homer. We observed that the red male was limping and crying in anger. We suspect that Homer may have broken his rivals rib with a well placed blow.
As the red fluffy approached angrily, Homer ran in the direction of the stream. As his rival gave chase, letting out an angry vocalization of “SLEEP” (we suspect due to rudimentary language, sleep could be taken as a threat of death), he cornered him near a bend of the stream. Winded, Homer turned to face his aggressor, and as the enemy stamped his feet and charged, wounded from his previous encounter, Homer simply sidestepped as the screaming fluffy flew past and into the stream face first. Though not deep enough to drown him, it was obvious that he was in a severe amount of pain, and he was having trouble righting himself.
To both our horror and our amazement, Homer then jumped on top of his downed foe, using his hooves to hold his face under the water of the stream. At this point most of the herd was gathered around the duo, foals hiding behind their mothers and males looking on, shocked. As the drowning fluffy stopped struggling, Homer hopped off, winded and tired, and addressed the herd.
“I am big fwuffy now.” (note the speech impediment)
The herd looked scared, and slowly returned to the shelters, but the mare who was the subject of most of the fighting stayed behind, relinquishing herself as the spouse of Homer, who mounted her there in the field.
Concerns: Though we were focused primarily on societal development, it’s becoming apparent that Homer may end up becoming a menace to the rest of the herd. In meetings the research staff seemed divided at first, with many suggesting we terminate Homer before he affected the outcome of the experiment, but after much discussion we decided that Homer was still within the parameters of The Project, but we would keep a closer eye on him in the future. Though the concept of a power struggle between members of the population is an intriguing concept that we may explore in the future.
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Personal project of mine. Keep writing?
This. Sketties all the time with laxatives in there so they shit everywhere. Then you're forced to beat them.
Say every time one doesn't shit in the box they loose a leg and they have to pick who looses the leg - you don't pic. Then eyes, then other parts. Followed with burning and fire. Removal of tails, etc.
There are like, ten more of these. I don't feel like posting them because it's getting late and I have classes tomorrow. Good night faggots. Hope the thread goes well.
Not the other CYOA anon, but I would like to share the love.
>Be officer of Pest Control, field agent number 36.
>You've been dispatched to an abandoned town in the country.
>Parking just on the outskirts, you chuckle when you see the weather-battered sign on the side of the road.
>'Welcome to the township of Muddy Flats, population: 5382'
>Although the town's near constant torrential downpour made it's name fitting, the population count was a bit out of date.
>As far as people go, there hadn't been a single soul walking these streets for over six years.
>But the this was far from a ghost town.
>Had you not been covered from head to toe in protective gear, complete with a respirator, you know that you'd be able to smell the proof. You could certainly see it.
>Fetid piles of shit littered almost every step, amazing considering it had only been a few hours since it last rained.
>These pests defecated like some sort of twisted Roman shitting god.
>The whole reason for the town's evacuation was due to the myriad of health problems that come from having fecal matter lining the sidewalks.
>These creatures simply out-bred any attempts at culling or otherwise complete extermination.
>And no doubt bloomed into a veritable army in the years of human absence.
>But the crops surrounding the main town have been stripped bare, and what food the humans left behind is on the verge of being exhausted.
>Rampant cannibalism among the new residents has also introduced a nasty prion disease that is decimating their numbers.
>And so, you are here, with an arsenal of poisons, traps, and what basically amounts to melee weaponry.
>To stomp out these pests while they're weak.
>Speaking of, you hear the first quarry of the day.
>From an alleyway to the side, you spot some rather colourful balls of fur gathered tightly under the rusted dumpster.
>"Huu huu... Whewe speciaw fwien' wif nummies? Soon Mummah haf tummeh owies, bad for tummeh babbehs...Huu"
What will 36 do?
Very good, please do. The format is relatively unique and a good way to justify sticking to the important details, making it quick and satisfying to read.
>You love your fluffy ponies
>And they love you back
>But you actually kinda just love the two remaining foals
>Oh well, former foals, now grown ass fluffies
>You actually make them know they are your favorites.
>The father and mother (now spayed) were quickly relegated to second place.
>They were not old enough to handle this level of rejection.
>One day, you have a conversation with the former foals.
>They barely received any kind of harm, they have grown to trust you and like you inconditionaly
>The other two fluffies, instead, still flinched whenever you grab them and hurt them, even if by mistake
>They hide under the bed when you try to introduce them to someone new
>And you can tell, they have recentment from old deeds.
>Maybe even as old as their first batch of foals or the nail on his leg.
>But the young fluffies?
>Frienfly, nice to everyone, funny, they make funny things before your friends.
>You tell the fluffies you could love them more if their folks weren't around.
>The fluffies quickly say
>"maek owd fwuffy go bye bye?" that was code for "abandon somewhere".
>No, you insisted they had to sleep and never wake back
>On a visit to Yosemite, you all went climbing and reached a cliff.
>"Daddah, mummah, oway nyu game!/"
>"Yay pway nyu game!"
>"Otay babbeh" they always called them babbies.
>"Game cawwed fin da fwuffy!"
>The younger fluffy explained how they had to find the fluffy at the base of the mountain. They had to get closer and closer to the edge.
>"Fwuffy nu see..."
>The young fluffies noded to each other and shoved their folks down the mountain.
>The stallion hit his head against the rocks, pierced his lungs with some rocks and kept rolling down hill death.
>The mare actually clinged for her life by bitting some roots out the ground.
>The younger fluffy blew a raspberry and projectile shit on her face, she opens her mouth and falls along with his "special friend"
I like your format, but getting it into images would make it easier to save and spam the thread less. No experiment ideas here though.
What name do you go by, for future reference?
Introducing a dark/brown colored fluffy
Introducing pests or disease
Engineering food shortages, long periods of rain/extreme cold/a flood
Introducing a smarty and seeing how Homer reacts
Honestly the premise makes the possibilities endless
also image limit reached, someone make a new thread