there's one but it reached img limits so, new thread I guess ?
Because this shit takes time you greedy-ass basterd.
This is still one of my favorites. Foals having to helplessly watch as their friends get their no-noes cut off, just waiting for their own inevitable turn.
I especially love how the green one is telling that babies are not for hurties but huggies and wuv, seriously expecting the human to be doing this just because of a misunderstanding.
all-in-one present kek
For the artist looking for ideas: How about a foal in a glass, standing on top of ice cubes. And the ice cubes are slowly melting.
My OC, again, looking for opinions.
Idea: A herd of fluffies immobilized by walking over a grating, getting their legs stuck in the holes like an immobilization board.
Like what? Most owners don't want their fluffies having too many babies anyway, and shelters only want to keep the ones that sell best.
Because fluffies breed really fucking fast, they grow to sexual maturity within a month, have litters of 6 foals and can eat (albeit with upset stomach and diarrhea) almost any garbage.
Thanks to you guys I now love this things, wanna make some sculptures and dioramas of these little shits, anyone have some anatomical preferences?? What type of fluffehs will you like to see??
It's VERY well written, although not entirely canonical. Language is pre-programmed into the fluffy genetics.
Then again, it's branching so far from the generic canon that it's not offensive to it and allows for more creative freedom in general. It is a good thing - the uniqueness of this universe makes it curious and interesting.
Fluffy adventure thread.
You are a smarty-fluffy. You're green, with a small purple mane and tail. You're hungry, but at least the weather is sunny.
You're in a field, dirt all around. No food here.
To the north is a farmhouse.
To the east, a field covered in old straw and thatch.
To the south is a highway.
To the west is a barn.
Evens decides what to do. Any action will do, preferred formula is "Go to X and do Y" or something of that sort.
Because I pay three mana by tapping three islands to cast my /counterspell on this thread!
this board is filled with pussy ass revenge porn, wrecked threads, and general shit. Fake stories and pictures are nowhere near morally wrong.
I swear to god this stuff is the first OC I've seen since 2010 on this board that's actually interesting.
>Dat confident pose
I wanna fug that anon
You enter the barn, stomach growling. The outside of the barn is locked up tight and there's nothing you can do to get through the small gap in the door. Inside you can see nothing but darkness.
But it smells like really bad poopies in there.
"Ugh, gwoss" you gag.
How do we get into the barn?
Can't find it, but by seeing enough fluffy pictures you should find what you like. Just make them cute, like nauseatingly cute, and you can't go wrong.
My favorite artist is Squeakyfriend: https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/list/artist:squeakyfriend/1
This. Sometimes I feel truly bad for fluffies, but then the concept of the "poopie babbeh" and everything around it appears and makes me want to tear 'em all apart with my bare hands.
Anyone got smarty abuse?
You search the perimeter. Around is a few grain silos, but nothing with an opening. Some loose seeds on the ground make you happy as you munch away for a moment, but you continue on.
In the side of the barn you find a small burrow, it leads down, and you aren't quite sure if it leads into the barn or not.
Regardless, you pick up a scent nearby, and hear the barking of a large animal nearby.
Nope. No herd, just a lone smarty.
Well then, I'm going to assume some incident lead to loss of said herd, and makes us sorta cautious. Plus, it could be a monster
Duck into the burrow and watch carefully for monsters.
You enter the damp burrow, and the barking fades into the distance as the darkness overtakes you. You scramble around for what seems like... well a long time... everything's a long time for fluffies.
As you go deeper you hear a voice
"Hewwo? Am fwend?" You hear it call out. You can't see who said it.
Wat do fwuffies?
Just another day on /b/
Tell them that is your barn now, get out or give biggest owwies
No lewd thoughts pls
We'll be switching to a vote system now. I feel that's more accurate.
You tell the unseen fluffy that this is your bran now and as you push through the tunnels it seems they back out into the relative safety of the barn. Light shines through the slits illuminating a dank (420) atmosphere. Large scary munstas take up the other end of the barn, but they made no effort to come towards you.
"SCAWY MUNSTAS STAY AWAY" you call out, just to frighten them into submission.
You see the other fluffy now. A dark purple mare with a blue mane.
"Oh, hewwo smawty. You so stwong!"
Russian Hugboxer's drawing guide.
A perfectly normal and well balanced group of people, fluffy fans
Mare is now part of hewd, give speciew huggies and nummies
Still it ain't fair, anon. That's why all fluffies deserve gruesome deaths. For justice. Even poopie babbehs 'cuz they could become smarties. That would be a real pain.
Now I wanna see something about a poopie smarty and its herd. Sadly, I can't draw for shit.
"So wha is smawtys name? Fwuffy weawy- AHHHH"
She screams suddenly as you flip her around and make sweet sweet enf-enf to her.
After a few moments you leave her discarded in the corner, not after making sure she knows she's part of your herd now.
While she lay's crying, you think about all the foals you'll have.
Just try drawing. Quite often a good idea is enough to make up for low technical quality. Just be sure to do your best - lack of skills is easily forgiven, but lack of effort will ruin any picture.
Search barn for nummies, build nest for speciaw fwiend
"I num on nummies in big mettew ting." She sobs as you march over to a nearby trough and munch on some feed.
Honestly it's fucking disgusting but as his other "daddeh" used to tell him, "desperate times call for desperate fluffies".
You grab some stray straw from around the barn and pile it around your weeping spouse callously.
But before you can do anything else, the doors to the barn are thrown wide open, and the bright light silhouettes a massive form against the outside.
"Ah goddamnit, who's been in my feed again- MARTHA, GET MY SHOTGUN!"
Is it just me or do fluffies bear a certain resemblance to gremlins?
Awh you guys have a fucking death wish don't you.
"Dummeh hooman!!! This is smawties barn now!"
Before you can even speak another word you are punted into the side of the barn.
"Ah fuck, my back." You hear a massive voice boom as you drift out of consciousness.
- - -
You wake to the sound of screaming as you open your eyes and see your "speciew fwiend" disappear into a sausage grinder feet first under the light of a bright incandescent bulb.
The room is dark as the massive figure lumbers around, unseen by you.
Mummeh is walking through the stress with her bebbeh's.For some reason no human has kicked or hurt her on her walk.Suddenly mumah stops,she smells sketti
but she has to cross the road to get it,she gathers her babbehs and darts out,nearyl getting hit,in the camotion mumma fails to see open manhole
mummah abd bebbeys fall dowm the drain.
wur bebbeh bebbeh ni mummah"
"bebbeh i fund u giv huggies n wuv"
They are all together now,settling down.
Mummah and bebby go down the pipe searching for a way out
they meet split
"mummah wit way go"
Mummah is terfied struggle between the options
12 hours lalter babbehs push mummah down the right pipe
they travel what seels to be foever walkies
yellow eyes come from the distance
"scary munsta go way no take bebbeh"
A black rat comes walking down the tunnel.
"want fluffy blood"
"run bebbeh musta bad"
Black rat slowly walks down the pipe,as if toying the fluffies as thei imenent death awaits
mummah and bebbeh meet at the split they didnt take
Standing in the middle of the tunnel, is a small brown rat wearing a red tunic and holding a walking stick
"come with me if you want to live"
"no meani munsta hurt fluffy"
"i have sketti"
"SKETTI WER SKETTI GO SKETTI MUMMAH GO"
"bring your babbehs"
They go down the tunnel and reach a door,the rat uses his walking stick as a key,the door opens
"come this way"
The family goes in to the lair and the rat locks the door behind him
"HWERE SKETTI NOA"
"You will get you sketti in due time"
"mummah bad mummah? no git skeeti"
"would you just listen to me"
"fate has chossen you to take on this task"
"mumma nu wan fight fluffy"
"*sigh* please come this way"
they walk up a stair way leading to a room full of papers and maps.
"this is the head quarters.this is your new home"
"NU HOMS MUMMAH HAB SAFE PWACE?"
"*sigh* you have a safe place
I've kinda covered that. Hasbio is a company, and so they can basically be told "here, we need a fluffy with these traits" and it can be done. Hence the "Vat grown" thing. That's just my universal canon though.
Say, pests would be more accurate. Either way, it's a living, talking thing. In reality, would probably have the IQ of maybe a really dumb 4 year old with the instincts of a wild bear.
dood, I know everything there is to know about fluffies. I just never really got why people act like they aren't animals.
Shouldn't have picked a smarty then. You can be a dumb fluffy, an overconfident prick smarty, or a smart/tough alicorn that is hated by all other fluffies.
Also, continue being a smarty >>680376699
Me too. For me the abuse has to be somewhat justified too, just regular edginess doesn't cut it for me.
Alright, let's push this smarty train.
"Human, give sketties or get wowstest huwties!"
"Yeah, no I don't think so shit rat." The voice booms as a giant hand shoots forth from the darkness, grabbing your tiny form in his paws.
"Gugh, puwt smawty down!" You cough out as he squeezes you.
Another giant paw comes forth and fumbles with your face as you scream, plucking your tiny eye from it's socket with a sickening "plop"
He sets you on the ground as you scramble around, trying to find your "eyebaww"
"Are you done yet shitrat?"
"see, fate has chose your babies to take on a great responsiblity to save the planet"
"fluffy sab wold?
"Yes your babbies are working with justice on their shoulders"
"wa is dwustic no hur bebbeh"
"WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH
"As i was saying i have picked your babies to lead on special lives"
"special wiv? bebbeh hab enfie bebbeh?"
"* grunt* uh no"
"my name is splinter"
"spinta is munsta?"
"no i am your friend,your daddy"
"NEW DADDEH FLUFFY LUV DADDEH,WAN PWAY WAN HUGGEHS"
"yes now let me get to your babies
"no huwt babbeh munsta"
"Im your daddy how can i be a monster
"fluffy...fluffy...fluffy hab daddeh"
"As i was saying,your babys have the choosen fur,a special color that provides them with special skills"
"bebby spcal fluffy no no spcal"
"they are smarter then smarties
"hob smwati den smwani... FLUFFY CONFUSS FLUFFY CONSUSS"
"They are special please listen"
Your purple baby is donatello
"donawello wat dis"
"Your fluffies name..."
"yay new name"
"your blue baby is leonardo,the orange babby is michelangelo,your red baby is raphel"
"donawello? lewandawdo? mickenglo? waphel?"
>We are without a doubt the stupidest smarty ever, most fluffies are cowards who will run/hide/plead if called on their bluff
demand the creature give your eye back or get biggest owwies
"Screeeeeeee- Pwease munsta, pwease give back seepwace." Blood seeps from your face like syrup as you weep.
"I don't think so friend." The voice booms as another hand comes towards you, picking you up and fumbling with your see place again.
You scream in horror as the last light disappears from your vision, and you're left in the dark.
You cry sobs of "pwease mistah" and "wet fwuffy go" as he carries you, blinded to an even colder place.
Before long he tosses you down, your lungs squeeking like a plastic toy as you bounce across the ground.
"There you go boy." The voice booms from the distance.
At first everything in quiet, but then you smell something you're all too familiar with.
Soon a sniffling sound draws near and something wraps it's jaws around your squeaking body.
For some reason avcado is this only fluffy i dont want to mind fuck and brutally maim its entire life,never killing it but sustaining it just enough to live its entire life in pain
we're nearly at image limit, c'mon /b/!
I've never really cared for edgy abuse. What I enjoy is general hug/sad/weirdbox, but for anything considered abuse, I'm a fan of, say, arrogant smarties getting what they deserve, or fluffies getting rekt by their own stupidity.