Fluffybooru is down for the second fucking time.
This is a fluffy abuse thread, post what you've got.
How would you do it then?
Yes! I love canonical/trivia pictures
Fluffy gets fucking C U C K E D.
Does anyone have more like pic related?
First one of the day.
Here you go friend
Did anyone say fire in your ass?
Fuckin Booru crash. I was gonna a upload a story. Sad face. Oh well. Here's a short one.
>today is a day like anyother
>looking out your window with a hot cup of coffee you can see shitrats everywhere
>they've knocked over the trash can, pooped everywhere, one was getting raped in the bushes
>taking a long slow sip of your coffee you grabbed Ol'Crusher from its spot in the closet
>did some stretches, finished your coffee then stepped out the door
>"Dummeh huuman finawwy open doow. Now dummeh huuman go make sketti for hewd!"
>his herd cheered
>then stopped as you put your foot on the Smarty's back, lined up your swing
>and turned it's head into a pulp of brain and skull
>the herd began to scream and panic scrambling across your yard
>you yawned and stretched your hips some, thinking only for a moment that it's odd you're so casual about killing
>you dragged the bat along behind you as you waded into the sea of fluffies
>you spotted your next victim
>a mare, heavily pregnant
>leaping through the air you did that stomp Bruce Lee did in that one movie
>funnily enough, this caused a premature foal to rocket out of her cooter and smash another fluffy in the eye
>next you found a stallion who was hiding behind his hooves
>you smashed him right on the spine, his ribs buckled and blood sprayed from its mouth as you punctured a lung
>you left him to suffer a slow death as you stepped on a foal or two on your way to the next kill
>those smart enough to escape had done so already, leaving you with just the idiots and the foals
>and you hated both of those things
>picking up a foal off the grass you Ozzy Osborned it's head off while a mare watched
>"Game ovaw fwuffy! Game ovaw!"
>it shrieked as you spit the head to land in front of it
>then smashed it's skull inward with your bat
>it gurgled something, so you hit it again, and again, and again
>until you were simply pounding grey matter and bone into your sod
>what a wonderful time to be alive you thought what a wonderful time
i honestly prefer the tumblr version
or the wolfram version
This guy gets it. I like the version on the right more. It just feels more realistic
Yeah, they are more pathetic and stupid
>surveying the carnage you found one stallion still alive, hiding inside your spilled trashcan
>grabbing it by the leg you yanked him from his hiding place
>"Hello fluffy! I'm gonna rape you!"
>refusing to elaborate further you forced the creature down to the ground and turned your bat over
>"All aboard the rape train! CHOOO CHOO!"
>with that you slammed the handle of the bat into the creatures puckered asshole
>forcing it through and making a fluffy on a stick
>"Owwies!! Nu wike!!"
>"You don't say?" you laughed in its face
>"Well just wait till you see what else I have planned." You spoke as you waved the fluffy on a stick through the air
>taking him around back, you'd clean up later, you walked into your shed
>"What we got here.. Saw? No. Hammer? No. Nail gun? Maybe. Hmmm." You closed your eyes and grabbed an item off the wall
>"Ooooh. Welding torch. Yeah that'll do."
>twisting the nob and sparking the blowtorch it hissed as the heat cut the air
>you started by seeing how long it'd take to burn to the bone in the leg
>the smell of cooking flesh was actually kinda nice, then it started burning, blackening
>flesh was melting away abit at a time as you applied the blowtorch
>the stallion screamed bloody murder the whole time
>"Ooooh. Neat." You said as you watched the bone melt
>next you grabbed the nail gun
>and began to pin him to the table through its skin
>he screamed of his owwies, how they were worstest owwies ever
>and you found it hard to disagree as you put a nail through its muzzle pinning it down and shutting it up
>"Well. I gotta get ready for the day here. I'll be back in say an hour?" You roughly ripped the bat free, prolapsing the things anus as you did
>"Ew." Was all you could think to say as you took the bat and your shoes to the hose for a wash
>maybe you'd come back, maybe you'd leave him there to slowly waste away
>depended on if you remembered
>and you were just so awfuly forgetful
>you chuckled deviously
Yeah I like to too kek. Only problem is I kinda wrote myself into a corner with it and have been trying to figure out what to do honestly. I haven't forgotten the series though.
Yeah. Most people into fluffies have pets. I love animals honestly. Fluffies aren't really animals though, they're aberrations of science and the efforts of people who wanted to play God but they were severely retarded kek
That's my thought on it anyway.
Or, y'know. Fucking raping someone. You saying you'd drop trow on the street and start cranking it to the scene? I wouldn't be shocked considering where we are but c'mon anon, get it together m8.
I've got a bit more compassion than I probably should but that's because I always imagined what my pets were saying to me with their actions as a kid. Always wanted to just talk to them, get their side of things. Little fuzzy idiots that babble like children don't fill me with rage it just reminds me of my puppy.
That's cool, your other stories have been great and I've enjoyed them.
I was actually quite impressed when I reached the part in Burning Rage where the main character encountered that father fluffy which actually put more importance on his kids than himself, it made a great break from the usual selfishness of the little shitrats.
You've lost the train. Work on your angles and maybe you can be le ebin trull you're working so hard on being. Now take your (you) and get chemically castrated at your earliest convenience.
A puppy is wouldn't knock on your door, call you stupid, then demand food or it'll shit on your pants. I baby talk the shit out of my dogs but I feel like comparing a dog to a fluffy is kinda offensive to the dog kek
"If someone applied acid to my genitals with the purpose of burning them off, I'm pretty sure I'd prefer a situation in which I have a nice ice cream sandwich and keep my gentials"
Any more bold proclamations?
>Ex-wage save, currently living off a sizeable payment from your ex-employer.
>Mishap involving a drunken manager and a heavy freezer room door with broken hinges.
>You can't go into details of the incident per the terms of the settlement, but a few months with your left foot in a cast is well worth a payout that will keep you a comfortable hermit for a very long time.
>Your friends ragged on you for, despite your new financial status, remaining in your shitty little motel room.
>But you're a creature of simple needs, and at the rate you're spending you probably won't need to work another day of your life.
>Currently, it is a pleasant Thursday afternoon mid winter.
>The orange glow of the sunset barely bleeds in through your curtains.
>Newly installed cable subscription bringing you Futurama on one of your few splurges, an obscenely large flatscreen TV.
>The pizza delivered to you ten minutes ago is in the process of being demolished.
>The faithful mini fridge beside your couch is dutifully providing you with alcohol.
>And thanks to your state's loose laws, your little foot boo boo entitled you to a medical pot card.
>You have more greenery on your table than the Amazon jungle.
>Even with everything below the ankle fractured, this is the comfiest you've been in your life.
>Until you hear shouting coming from next door, followed by their door slamming.
>Seconds later, something begins scratching at your own door.
>You limp over on a replica of John Hammond's cane that you bought for some reason, and open the door.
>A red fluffy mare with several foals curled up on her back stands at your doorstep.
>Looking out to the motel lot, you can see multiple other members of the herd in various stages of giving up and attempting to climb the stairs to the second floor balcony.
>"Nice mistah? Pwease, wet Mummah fwuffy in wawm housie. Cowd bad fow babbehs..."
Oh shit, what the fuck will you do? (No outright torture, let's make this a trip.)
Dang if you say no and shut the door, there is no story.
If you say yes, she might manage to fuck up all of your stuff.
Not to mention her reaction to the dried grassy nummies on your table.
Pink, white, and purple can be bred/sold. While not the best color, the yellow alicorn can be bred or sold also. Bad colors can be made into milkbags, litter pals or enfiepals.
you can put this colours on discount. But this may not work.
Hell, have your own makeshift litterpal for dummeh hoomins
>You think for beat; you initially have the urge to slam the door with enough force to send the foals flying through the railing.
>But on the other hand, all your friends are gonna be busy sucking the dick of The Man until Saturday.
>What the hell, why not.
>Leaning in as much as your foot allows, you speak softly to the fluffy.
>"You and one other fluffy can come in, but no more than that. Do you understand?"
>Wincing at the dankness of your anchovy/bong breath, the mare processes that information for a few seconds, before brightening up like she'd just had a eureka moment.
>"Speciaw fwien'! Mummah's speciaw fwien' is bwue fwuffy ovew dewe! On meanie stairsies... huu-"
>You cut off the beast's knee-jerk tears.
>"Go inside, I'll go get him."
>You 'walk' over to the stairs while the mare struggles up your doorstep, picking up the exhausted blue pegasus laying a few steps from the top.
>"Wha-? Why upsies? Am nyu Daddeh? Daddeh haf sketties fow fwuffy?!"
>You ignore the ceaseless questions and requests of the underfed fluffy in your arm, as well as the sobbing pleas of all the other fluffies stuck in the lot.
>Halfway back to your room, you realise that you have weed sitting out in the open and pick up your pace.
>Stepping back into your room, you find your bud unmolested.
>It seems the remaining pizza proved more of a draw.
>The mare is heartily chewing away, while her now unfurled foals are babbling about 'miwkies' and how much they love their 'nyu housie'.
>The mare takes a brief pause from pigging out to address you.
>"Fank 'ou fow tasty nummies Daddeh, fwuffy wuv. Make bestest miwkies fow wittle babbe-"
>She didn't even finish her sentence before slamming her mouth back into the mess of torn up cheese and onion.
>Meanwhile, the stallion in your arms is now struggling.
>"Fwuffy wan' nummies. Gif fwuffy nummies, haf wowstest tummy huwties!"
Well what do you do?
I don't think fluffies would be mean enough to use a litterpal, but I'd definitely want to use one myself!
This one annoys me because of how shitty the pet shop is run
>"Hey Steve, the fluffies have been forcing this one to suck dick and lick ass all day"
>"Hmm, maybe we should put a stop to that as to not put off the customers?"
>"No, we have a giant blue playpen and a huge sign advertising them, but let's allow the fluffies to keep raping each other and not step in"
Fluffies lack compassion for their fellow fluffies, especially if the other fluffies are deemed worse than them
As long as a fluffy understands that it's a good fluffy who eats sketties and a litterpal is a bad fluffy who eats poopies, 99% of the time there's no problem
Indeed. Someone wrote a nice parody about this kind of stories:
>Be a shelter worker
>In this universe, pet stores and shelters are combined, because it makes sense to go the pound to buy dogfood
>You here your breeding stallion starts singing
>Because shelters breed animals in this universe
>"Smawty stwut, smawty stwut, dis am Smawty's wand, an' Smawty do wat Smawty wan," sings the brown unicorn as he struts around like he owns the place
>"Shutup!" you shout
>"Oo shadup! Dummeh hoomin!" he shouts back
>"Do you want me cut your other ball off?" you ask. You already cut one if his balls off. In hindsight, that might not have been a good idea, but you needed to assert your dominance.
>"Go fwuff oo sewf!" shouts the Smarty.
>You would go over and give him the sorry stick, but that would require getting off your ass. So, you decide to stop arguing.
>"Dat wight, dummeh hoomin! Dis am Smawty's wand. Now Smawty gonna go enf an enfie babbeh"
>Continue sitting on your ass
>"OWIES! BABBEH NU AM FAH ENFIES!" you hear
>This is unacceptable! You get off your lazy ass, and walk over to the cage. You see the breeding stallion mounting a pink-maned white pegasus filly named Sugar.
>"SUGAR!" you shout.
>"SAVE BABBEH!" she shouts.
>You flick her on the nose
>"Sugar! Your constant shouting in unacceptable! You need to be quiet!" you command her
>"But Smawty am givin' babbeh enfies! Babbeh nu am fah enfies!" she pleads.
>"That is no excuse!" you say, as you give her another nose flick.
>"Um, nice mistah, maybe babbehs shud be in cagies wif miwky bags, an Smawty shud be awone, ow wif othah big fwuffies. Dat way, nice mistah nu have ta take babbehs ta miwky bags foah times a bwight time an' Smawty nu give babbehs bad speciah huggies," suggests a young stallion
>You bitch slap him.
>"I do not need a advise from a fluffy on how to run my business! I keep the milkbags in the back, and literally every other fluffy in the same cage, from just born foals to the breeding stallion."
>"Huu, huu, fwuffy sowwy," cries the stallion you bitch slapped.
>"That reminds me, it is time for training," you say, as you go back in the back, and fetch a milkbag.
>You place the milkbag in the middle of the main cage.
>"Miwkies!" shout some of the younger foals, as the rush toward the milkbag. Before they can reach the milkbag, you take her out of the cage, put her on the floor, and slap the foals toward the edge of the cage.
>"What is the most important rule!" you ask.
>"Smawty do wat Smawty wan cuz dis am Smawty's wand!" exclaims the Smarty.
>"No, anyone else," you say.
>"Um, make poopies in da wittah bawks," meekly suggests a small foal.
>"NO DUMBASS!" you shout, as you pick him up throw him toward the wall.
>"EEEEEE...." he shouts, before his guts spray all over the all.
>"Anyone else?" you ask. No one answers, you pick up a random foal.
>"What is the most important rule?" you ask.
>"B.. be nice ta customahs?" he mutters.
>"WRONG, DIPSHIT!" you shout, as you hurl him toward the wall.
>You try again.
>"Do wat evah nice mistah say?" says the third foal.
>You try a fourth foal.
>"Nevah dwink miwkies in da big cagie!" you say.
>"HELL NO, SHIT FOR BRAINS!"
>Oh, wait, that was the right answer.
>"The correct is: never ever drink milk in the big cage. That stupid foal forgot the 'ever'" you say.
>You don't want to admit an error in front of the fluffies.
>"Now, sometimes, I will put a sold Milkbag in this cage while the customer is shopping for other items. It is very important that the foals don't drink any milk, because the customer doesn't want to use any of the milk they bought," you say.
>"But miwky bags am gonna make moah miwkies," says that young uppity stallion.
>You grab a random foal, and throw it at the wall again
>"What did I say about fluffies questioning me?" you ask
>"Dummeh hoomin tawk too much, give sowwy poopies! PPPBBBFFFTTT!" says the Smarty, as he sprays his diarrhea all over you.
>You go back into the back room to change and take a shower
There is a real story just like this
>Continuing to ignore the stallion, who is becoming increasingly frustrated, you step up to the table.
>Just as the mare bites into an anchovy.
>"Ugh- Meanie nummies, nu taste gudBLAGH-"
>She unloads at least two slices worth of vomit onto the pizza box, before turning to you.
>"Daddeh, dis am bad nummies. Daddeh haf sketties fow Mummah?"
>You give a stern look.
>"I said only two fluffies in my room, right?"
>She stammers, realising she is in trouble, but not why.
>"Y-Yus... Mummah an' speciaw fwien'... Is dat two Daddeh?"
>"Yes, but I see four babies on your back. That's too many."
>You can see the cogs spinning in her head, she doesn't get it yet.
>"The babies can't stay here."
>She recoils at the demand, whimpering and tearing up as she tries to find a retort.
>The stallion is deaf to the subject matter at hand, and still complaining about food.
>"Fwuffy wan nummies! Wet fwuffy down, nu mow upsies! Wet fwuffy down ow get sowwy poopies!"
>You see it's tail raise up, and using your super NEET reflexes, place the stallion on rubber mat in front of your door, releasing your cane in the process.
>The mat absorbs most of the shitsplosion that follows.
>Then the cane impacts on the edge of the table with a loud 'clang'.
>"WOUD NOISE MUNSTAH! SAVE FWUFFY! NU WAN!"
>The stallion exclaims, bolting off to disappear around the corner leading to your kitchen.
What will we do?
Jissouseki and that bean thing is just weeb shit with none of the karmic fun of fluffies. The beans are just pure benevolence and jissouseki are too feral and non cognizant. Fluffies are just the right amount of sentient and selfish
As punishment for eating the pizza without your permission, momma needs bestest babbeh killed
Only when bestest babbeh is killed can mammah decide which of the 3 foals or the special friend she wants to keep
I came wondering what the fuck was wrong with you
Then I found myself enjoying the lore, some abuse (never for the sake of abuse though, for me, it has to be justified), as well as hug/sad/weirdbox.
only this lq thing
90% of bad-fluffy stories in a nutshell. For something called "deserved abuse", the authors seem to have a massive blind spot for the only fluffies that actually deserve it.
They are vermin that have a gestation period of 3 days,they have loose bowels and are constantly leaking feces.They encroch on crop,and backyard destrying folliage and plants.They are self entitled assholes who will trade their babies for any treat it wants,they are canabalistic,eating their babies for nurtishhment to feed the other babies,or out of desperation to feed herself.
How can you not say this is justified before it even has any behavior?
>You ignore the clattering of objects in the kitchen as the panicking stallion searches for a hiding place.
>You turn the mare, who is visibly shaken by the stressful events unfolding, is currently urinating into the vomit mound.
>"Fluffy, do you know what 'bad poopies' are?"
>"Well your special friend just made them on my floor."
>Fear swells in her dull, watery eyes.
>Every fluffy knows that bad poopies are punished, it's hardwired into them.
>"And for that you need to punished. I'll give two choices; number one, the sorry stick."
>"NU! Nu Daddeh pwease nu sowwy stick, am gud fwuffy, dindu nuffin!"
>"Oh, so the other option then?"
>"Are you suuure?"
>"Huu huu... Daddeh pwease, no huwties good fwuffy..."
>"Well, if you say so."
>Swooping in, you seize a foal of a very similar red to it's mother.
>"Bestest babbeh, nu!"
>She raises up in the 'huggies' position, making her less valued foals tumble onto the soft cardboard below.
>"Upsies bad fow babbeh, gif back to Mummah! Babbeh nee' Mummah!"
>You step around the shit covered mat and open the front door.
>"You said you didn't want me to give you the sorry stick, I'm only doing this because YOU asked me to."
>With a little flick, you send the tiny ball of red fluff soaring over the balcony.
>The mare looks on with horror, frozen in place with shock while her remaining foals chirp helplessly, trying to get their mother's attention.
>You get an idea, and hoist the distraught mare up and place her in the massive box your TV came in.
>The babies are chirping over time, but they're still too small to escape the inch-high 'wall' of the pizza box.
>Putting the lid on your nug jar just in case, you then set off to the kitchen.
>You notice immediately that the bin has been pushed out from the wall.
>Sure enough, a quivering, shit caked stallion is balled up behind it.
That's really dependent on a much later headcanon. Fluffies by the definition of most of the original fandom are extremely innocent, loving creatures. There was little to no exclusion among them. In fact a good majority of the fandom still rejects the idea that they judge each other by color or have the capacity to reject, sell or rank foals.
Most of that came into being later on as newer members began wanting canonical reasons to excuse fluffy abused as "deserved". The initial point is about humanity turning its collective back on fellow sophonts that need love and care. Color ranks, smarties, fluffies abusing fluffies or being belligerent assholes to humans, all of that is still in "tacked on" territory.
I love forcing fluffies to deal with shit. If there's one thing they understand its that poop is bad, so shoving their face in the waste is always top kek for me!
First attempt ever drawing fluff. Hate/rate?
Thanks, and it was done in SAI incase anyone is wondering.
If you want to abuse a fluffy, you can always find or make reasons for it.
I think the point is that, like humans, they're dumb enough that if someone explains why another fluffy is inferior to them, they're so arrogant and stupid they agree wholeheartedly.
Like Hitler and the Jews,
Like the far right and Gays,
Like SJWs and straight white men...
It's the simple act of hearing "you are better than this other thing because reasons" and going "YAY IM BETTER!" instead of questioning why
If you tell a fluffy that it's better than a litterpal, 99% of the time it'll take what you say at face value
So? If they haven't actually done any of that to you, why bother unless you're an abuser to begin with?
Now, if some arrogant smarty shows up like he owns the place, then that little shitrat is going down.
How would you like if your life was nothing but cleaning asses and sucking dick?
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This. It's outright ridiculous how far the "deserved abuse" folks are willing to go to justify themselves to no-one in particular.
Case in point, pic related prompted some to think of it as a selfish mother about to be stomped grabbing her babies to take them with her.
Are you honestly this dense?
They arent considered pets,just like you cant have a tiger as a pet in a residential area.
>any of that to you
So you go outside to take the trash out.You come back in,there is shit everywhere,fluffy is coverd in shit,your vase and mirror are broken on the ground.There is shit on your couch your tv has shit all over it.
That will happen,fluffy has poor perception of time,5 minutes irl could be hours to them.
you WILL have to deal with constant insessent whining,feces everywhere, if they made bad shits they will degrade them selves down,and be impossible to handle,it may even go in to the 'wan die' phase because it made you mad/disspointed
Only chance of being a pet is fluffypillow,no legs no tail,shit in a bag.Never moves,never bitches about anything because it cant do anything,everything you do will be a gift to it,even just petting it once.
I wish this one was finished. I read the story it's based on and wanted Lump's future to be drawn
That's very good! Regardless of the technical quality the emotion is apparent, and the situation in all its distress is communicated well. Bonus points for genital abuse which is always my favorite topic!
There's a poopie babbeh she isn't taking care of off panel
>dosent follow any of the canon
>You've never really been quick to anger.
>You've also never had something insult you and then shit on your floor.
>You throw your arm out, taking the shivering fluffy by its scruff.
>"EEEEEEEEE! BAD UPSIES! WHY HUWT FWUFFY? AM GUD FWUFFY, NU WAN!"
>You give him a little shake.
>"Quiet. You shit all over my front door; now you can either eat it all up-"
>"Nu am dummeh poopie nummie fwuffy! Nu wan num poopies!"
>"Or you can go back outside with all the other fluffies.
>"NU! Munstah Daddeh nu make fwuffy num poopies, nu make fwuffy go cowd outside!"
>The logical conclusion was to hurl this little shitbag off the balcony, but you've already done that once today.
[MACGYVER MODE: ACTIVATED]
>You start by taking a small funnel from the kitchen drawer and shoving it into his yapping mouth.
>Unfortunately you only have electrical tape, but it should prove more than a match for the stallion's jaw muscles.
>Just a few wrap arounds and boom, instant gag/shit imbibing adaptor.
>The fluffy snorts and mumbles ceaselessy after you dump him in the kitchen sink.
>You head back to the front door, and carefully pick up the rubber mat, bending it to keep most of the shit from spilling out.
>The foals on the pizza box are still chirping, collapsed from many tiring attempts at escape.
>The TV box is shaking with the movement inside, while the mare pleads.
>"Huu huu, whewe babbehs? Babbehs nee' Mummah fow miwkies and wuv- *GASP* Daddeh?! Is Daddeh dewe? Daddeh pwease wet Mummah out sowwy boxxie, nee-"
>You return to panicked stallion, who is making muffled sobs as he dodges around the light drip of water from the faucet.
>Lifting the rolled up mat at an angle, you hold it right up against the funnel, pinning the stallion's head in place.
>You can hear the garbled huu huus get louder as his dinner slides towards him, until finally silence.
>Well, mostly silent gagging and swallowing.
What do now?
And it further serves to show how unjustified it is. "Justified abuse" is abuse that tries and fails to come up with a reason why something with the mental capacity of a bowl of doritos should get senselessly tortured by the apex predator of the planet.
this is all basically bullied manchildren making themselves imaginary bullies because they're too pussy and weak to do it IRL. pretty pathetic actually, I enjoy the fluffy comics but it's just laughter inducing the reason they make em
I was gonna say "that's just your headcanon man", but its still ridiculously exaggerated. Why do you think people would keep fluffies if they're that bad? Even more, why would they be popular enough to have specialized shops for them, let alone their own tv-channel?
Also, the "wan die" phase is way too overused nowadays. It used to be something of an achievement of prolonged abuse, not something the fluffy says when it stubs its toe!
because the fluffy isnt a poopie baby
>He thinks he's proving himself right by ignoring hug/sad/weirdbox
>Says I'm ignoring canon because I called him paranoid
Autism pls go
>implying real world pets don't shit on the floor or destroy things
>mental capacity of a bowl of doritos
Fluffies were DESIGNED for kindness. Love and friendship are literally hard-coded into their very genome!
Some asshole-fluffy fans say that fluffies would go bad if they're left to their own devices, but that doesn't make any sense either. Its like saying that a human giving free reign to his instincts would immediately smash its own fingers and then starve to death instead of eating.
>at a get together with friends last night
>one of my friends tries to jokingly steal another friend's beer
>beer friend rips a wet, rancid fart in direction of the beer thief to get rid of him
>"It's my defense mechanism."
>mfw i realize beer friend actually uses sowwy poopies
fluffies symbolize humans
Humans are born good, but everything after, and a bit of twisted brain chemistry shapes us. Some people are born really good, some people are born really bad, but most are in the grey area and just try to get through life without killing yourself.
Likewise, foals are born innocent, but almost immediately the mother literally ranks them in order of favorite to least favorite. So a bestest babbeh is spoiled and pampered from pretty much the first time it's allowed to have coherent thoughts - of course it's gonna be a little shitsack
"Traps" are actual humans - however gross they may be.
"Fur" is a disgusting form of comical pornography, yes; but at least it tries to resemble humanoids.
The pictures in this thread are literally poorly-drawn animals with pathetic English skills being tortured by either their poorly-drawn counterparts or by eating actual shit.
If you get off to this then you should actually kill yourself.
Men pretending to be women and animals with giant penises have one thing in common - there's no plot.
Fluffy stories have depth, substance, twists, good endings, bad endings, karmic retribution.
That's the major difference, I don't jerk off to fluffy threads.
>thinking secondary branches mean anything
My dog wont shit 100lbs of shit in the time that im working,fluffy does.It wont have abandonment issues,it will greet me estatically.
Keep throwing buzzwords out,It further invalidates your "ideals"
What I said is that *all* fluffies are born good. Even too good for this world. Why would a mother that's genetically designed to love everything unconditionally make a fucked-up and frankly uncharasteristically organized baby-hierarchy in the first place?
because that mother has been shaped by her experiences
Also it's a pure instinctual thing - bright colors good, dull colors bad.
Think of it this way - what if humans didn't come out caucasian, latino, middle eastern, black. What if humans came out pink, yellow, red, purple, brown, snow white, blue, etc. etc. And it didn't matter what colors the parents were, always a random chance what color your baby is.
Do you really think that in the year 2016, there wouldn't be some kind of pecking order? Or good colors and bad ones? Of course there would, and that's why it exists among fluffies
You're really gonna die on that hill, eh faggot?
Face it, there's more to fluffies than abusing them because you're a paranoid fuck. If they were so bad why would anyone keep domesticated ones?
>implying real world pets don't ever have abandonment issues
>implying real world pets can't get shit or piss everywhere
Keep telling us how autistic and edgy you are, it further makes you look like a faggot.
You are dense.How is killing fluffies being paranoid?
Because they want too?
here is black market for exotic pets
Why dont they have a tiger and jaguar store in every mall?
You really like those new buzzwords dont you?
Do you lack the intelegence to express your self?
Okay both of you are being retarded and arguing from two extreme points when the reality is in the middle where neither of you seem to recognize.
Yes, fluffys are pets, thats why they were bred in the first place. That's why fluffy shops exist. Mostly as a pet for little girls, who pamper and love the fluffies.
BUT, the rapid gestation period also makes them a pest, especially when out in the wild and needing nummies to survive. These ones can become a real hinderance.
That's why you see a variety of fluffies, from fat rich pampered fluffies with owners who spoil them to rotten street poopeh babbehs who are loved by absolutely no one. You have the entire spectrum you idiots
>goes on a diatribe about fluffies being nothing but worthless shit factories
>doesn't seem to understand that no creature is actually a pet until you make it one
>forgets that there are in canon fluffy stores and shit because they were literally designed to be children's pets
I'm honestly enjoying this tbh
You're not really saying anything different than me dude. They're comparable to rodents--can be pests but can also be pets.
>I can show you just as many that prove what you're saying as wrong.
>cannot follow canon
>because that mother has been shaped by her experiences
How would the obstacles in her life cause her to develop an oppressive system for her own babies, one that's exceptionally organized for a fluffy in the first place?
>Also it's a pure instinctual thing - bright colors good, dull colors bad.
This never made sense, and it ruins the drama of having a human choose and discard her babies.
>What if humans came out pink, yellow, red, [...] And it didn't matter what colors the parents were, always a random chance what color your baby is.
Dude, there would be literally NO racism that way! It would be impossible to even be a racist in a world like that! Or do you think human parents would go "Oh fuck, my son is orange! I HATE orange! Lets make sure he gets as shitty life as possible!"
>How would the obstacles in her life cause her to develop an oppressive system for her own babies, one that's exceptionally organized for a fluffy in the first place?
Because fluffies aren't smart enough to change the system. They learn bright babies good and dull babies bad, from flufftv and other fluffies and just the way they're treated, so by the time they have offspring, the system is already ingrained.
And I wouldn't call it "exceptionally organized". Ask a 6-year-old who his favorite Spongebob characters are and he'll say he likes Spongebob and Patrick and doesn't like Squidward. Ranking is easy.
>This never made sense, and it ruins the drama of having a human choose and discard her babies.
Put it this way - you go to a casino, put $5 into a slot machine, and lo and behold win a brand-new Ferrari. Any color.
Do you pick a dull brown or grey Ferrari? Or you do want a red one, a yellow one, maybe a white one?
>Dude, there would be literally NO racism that way! It would be impossible to even be a racist in a world like that! Or do you think human parents would go "Oh fuck, my son is orange! I HATE orange! Lets make sure he gets as shitty life as possible!"
There would be all the racism. "Good colors" would be celebrities, singers, attractive people in the public eye while "bad colors" would be treated like fat ugly people.
>still not understanding that these fictional creatures can be loving, well behaved pets in addition to the feral pests
>reaching this hard
Ok there bud.
If you ain't posting fluffy pics or stories, STFU and GTFO
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