No fluffy abuse thread? >get in here faggots
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Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
No fluffy abuse thread?
>get in here faggots
live damn you
>>706989651
COME ON!
>>706989396
The other one just died, this is good timing.
>>706989831
yeah i almost finished posting my story
>>706990018
Do go on, cannibalistic cotton fluffs sounds hilarious.
>>706989831
thanks
>>706989396
>>706990156
alright, starting over
Microaggressions (From the files of Dr. Elias Elmwood)
By Deadweight
Log Entry #6113
Project Percivel has been put on hold as the CDC continues to drag its feet on the viral test trials.
Project Pandora has had some promising results and her unique cannibal DNA is now being tested for various other applications.
Today I am checking on Subject #118-M "Marice". Marice is a microfluffy dam, heavily pregnant with babies.
The tiny cerulean and yellow mare has received a course of gene therapy with the Pandora samples and today she is due to deliver.
I am on a call with the Hasbio higher ups when the indicator lights up on my monitor. Marice is delivering. I end our call and meet my lab assistant at the small enclosure. I put on my gloves as he opens the lid to find Marice squeezing out a sixth foal. Her tiny peeps of discomfort continue as one more pushes free.
Marice is given a moment to lick the foals clean before we scoop them all and her out. Marice is given an examination to ensure she is in good health. The foals are thoroughly cleaned and fed. Their cheeks are swabbed for a DNA test. If the results are positive, Marice will be prepped for a second litter within the week.
The foals all come out healthy. Five colts and two fillies. Marice is largely unconcerned with her brood. Clearly the gene therapy has affected her empathy. She asks if they are ok and thats about it.
A day later the tests come in. Success, all seven foals are cannibals. We start mixing in some trace amounts of fluffy blood into their formula and they are moved to special nursery c.
The foals are named 118-1-M through 118-7-M
>>706990295
As soon as the fillies hit puberty, they are artificially inseminated along with their mother and three new litters of cannibals are born by months end.
Forty-three foals in total. Tiny emerald eyed monsters that are soon being fed paste and meal made from fluffy meat. Its like a tiny technicolor feeding frenzy.
Marice's breeding program is halted while the foals mature.
Three weeks later, Subjects 118-1-M through 118-43-M are ready for testing.
The large terrarium chamber is filled with lush vegetation and simulated sunlight. Subject 931-E is introduced to the habitat. A light blue and chromatic grey earthy stallion named Polaris.
Polaris sniffs the air as we begin recording. He slowly moves into the habitat further and finds a patch of strawberries.
"Wed nummies!"
Polaris begins to consume strawberries as subjects 118-1-M through 118-43-M are brought over to the airlock.
Microfluffs are introduced to habitat at 08:05 hours.
Polaris continues to munch on strawberries when the brush rustles in front of him.
First contact made at 08:09 hours.
Subject 118-13-M emerges from the brush. A purple and yellow stallion.
"Wus dis? Nyu fwiend? Su smaww! Wan nummies?"
Polaris leans in to sniff at Subject 118-13-M. The microfluff lunges for Polaris' snout and sinks its tiny teeth into the soft tissue.
Polaris reels back in pain as Subject 118-13-M lands in the grass.
>>706990018
Oh good, I was afraid I would miss the ending
Story-loving anon from previous thread reporting in
I knew the text posts weren't bumping it anymore so I was wishing the thread sayonara
>>706990372
"PEEP! Wai nyu fwiend hewt Powawis?"
As Polaris cries about his snout, 23 more test subjects emerge from the brush. Polaris catches sight of them and becomes nervous.
Scaredy poops recorded at 08:19 hours.
Polaris starts to back up slowly as the twenty-four subjects advance. Its a comical difference in size. An elephant against a herd of mice.
"N-Nu wan nyu fwiends nu mow, pwease wet Powawis go back tu owd housie?"
Polaris turns to run from the approaching subjects only to be confronted by the remaining nineteen.
"Nu wike dis daddeh. Pwease wet Powawis go."
Subjects close in and several begin to nip at Poloaris' legs.
"Chirp! Nuu! Nu am nummies! Daddeh hewp!"
Polaris begins to buck and run in circles. The microfluffs have their jaws locked into his flesh, others climb up his haunches through his fluff and begin to bite at his rump.
"Huuhuu nu wike!"
08:32 hours. All forty-three subjects have swarmed Polaris and begun snipping through his fluff. Those working at his legs soon gnaw through vital tendons and the stallion crumples to the ground.
"DADDEH! Hewp! Pwease sabe Powawis fwum meanie wittwe fwuffehs! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
>>706990421
08:37 hours. Two microfluffs enter the anal cavity and begin to rip at the rectal lining. Eight more begin to tear at his genitals.
"SCREEEEEEEEE poopeh pwace! Speshuw wumps! NUUUGUUUAAAAGHHH!"
08:41 hours. Five subjects enter Polaris' mouth and scissor through his tongue before gnawing through his cheeks. Polaris gurgles blood as six more subjects attack his eyes, rupturing the mebrane and releasing vitreous humor.
Remeaining subjects work in unison to chew through Polaris' side releasing a stream of blood and organs like a tidal wave over the tiny fluffs.
08:57 hours. Subject Polaris is no longer moving, time of death established.
09:14 hours. All soft tissue infested with feasting microfluffs.
09:26 hours. Tissue of back significantly consumed enough to show ribs.
09:39 hours. All subjects leave remains and gather near a sandy patch to defecate in unison. After they have emptied their bowels, subjects return to corpse and continue eating.
10:18 hours. Polaris is reduced to bone, cartilidge and connective tissue. All Forty-three subjects seem lethargic but unphased
10:27 hours. Subjects 118-1-M through 118-43-M are retreived for cleaning and testing. Habitat is cleaned and prepped for next round of testing. Call the lab to have Marice reinstated into breeding program and requisition five more micro mares for Pandora gene treatment.
11:43 hours. Test subject 722-U arrives.
End
>>706990419
welcome back
>be Russian
>decide to visit 4chin's /b/
>first thread I see is porn
>porn
>more porn
>fluffy abuse thread
I'm reporting you to Putin, this shithole should be shut down
>>706990594
tell putin to go fuck himself
Live thread, LIVE!
>>706990594
>>706990594
Tell him happy birthday too
>>706990549
Now if you could add higher intelligence to these little critters, I could imagine an entire little society that builds houses with fluffy bones and fluffy skin.
Regular fluffs will find these villages, get creeped the fuck out and upon trying to flee realize that it is already too late.
>>706990588
Thanks mate
Guess I'll find some stuff to post to help it along. I'd post Ringmaster, but it's too long for me to bother with
>>706991290
they ahvent gone that far, but i do have a sequal where they exhibit some pretty smart behavior
Microaggressions (From the files of Dr. Elias Elmwood)
Part 2
By Deadweight
Log Entry #6853
Project Dream-Time is in a holding pattern as we crunch the data. In the meantime, 118-M and the other 4 micro-mares chosen to accept the Pandora gene treatment have continued to give birth to more cannibals. Along with the two mares from the original litter, they have given birth to 186 foals. 37 perished of natural causes, as soon as they expired the others swarmed them and picked them clean. Each successive litter seems more ravenous than the last. The remaining 149 foals are penned in a large enclosure and fed fluffy meat three times a day. The mothers are put back into breeding and the foals are put through rudimentary training to ensure their obedience.
Today will be a scaled up test of the first. We will see how many full size fluffies these monsters can handle in their current numbers. The terrariunm has been modularly expanded to accommodate the next test.
08:00 hours. Subjects 972-U, 613-P, 939-E and 942-E are lead into the terrarium and allowed to spread out and explore. 972-U is an orange and red Unicorn stallion with smarty syndrome. 613-P is a pregnant cream and pink colored pegasus mare named Sally and is 972-U's "special friend". 939-E is a green and blue earthy and 942-E is a yellow and brown earthy. They are named Marshal and Lavar. Both act as "toughie friends" for smarty.
"Dis pwace hab gud nummies! Dis am Smawties wand naow!"
08:06. 972-U has made a decleration of territorial ownership and the others start to praise him. They are given more time to mill about and explore. Sally hugs Smarty and touts him.
"Smawty am best speshuw fwiend! Fine gud pwace! Babbehs gunna be su happeh!"
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>>706991436
08:33 hours. The micros have completely surrounded Lavar just inside the brush line as he feeds. Three micros emerge from the grass in front of Lavar.
"Whuh? Watchu doin hewe wittwe fwuffies? Betta nu twy nuffins ow WavaW wiww gib biggest hewties!"
08:35 hours. The three micros blink at this tirade and cautiously begin to nibble the alfalfa.
"Wittwe fwuffehs hungwy? Jus wan shawe nummies? Otay, buh nu teww Smawty, teehee!"
08:37 hours. Lavar returns to nibbling the alfalfa as the three micros join in. Meanwhile the others are closing in on him, moving from the bushes into the small clearing around his flanks. One of the micros rears up and gives a tiny hug to Lavars muzzle.
"Teehee, dat tickles! Dats nuff, Wavaw nee more nummaaggggh!!!!!"
08:40 hours. One of the three micros leaps up as Lavar opens his mouth to eat and scrambles for the back of his throat. Lavar reels back as the other two latch onto his face and he stumbles as the first micro snips at his soft tongue.
08:43 hours. Lavar's cries of anguish are muffled by his own blood as he falls back into the grass only to be instantly swarmed by hundreds of micros. Lavar struggles to scream as tiny teeth snip and rip and tear at him, ripping at his cheeks and the joints of his haunches. He flails uselessly, managing to shake a few loose but more swarm his face in a bid to suffocate him.
08:47 hours. The swarm of micros have managed to begin moving Lavar across the grass like an ant colony and drag him limply flailing into the bushes.
08:55 hours. Lavar has stopped moving and bio-signatures have stopped. 942-E time of death recorded.
09:08 hours. Micros have dragged 942-E to cover and fed on him enough to replenish their strength. The tiny fluffs have an extraordinary healing time and soon, they move in unison through cover to where the remaining threee subjects are gathered near a small pool of water and some marsh grass that they nibble.
>>706991568
"Dees am gud nummies tu! Ebbating hewe su tasty! Sawwy gun make bestes wimkies fow soon babbehs!"
09:13 hours. A pink and red micro emerges into the grass. Subject has been designated 122-31-M. 122-31-M was born from the second litter of one of the other micro dams and has since become sort of a defacto leader to the swarm. The lab techs have taken to calling her Norma.
09:16 hours. Norma finds a spot within earshot of the dam, lays in the grass and starts to peep like a distressed chirpie baby.
09:17 hours. Sally hears the cries of distress and goes to investigate as Smarty and Marshal take cautious sips of water.
"Babbeh? Sawwy heaw babbeh! GASP! Poow pwetty babbeh! Whewe babbeh come fwom? Nu safe tu be awone in gwassies! Babbeh hungwy? Sawwy got wotsa miwkies weady fow soon babbehs!
09:20 hours. Sally takes Norma and leans back to place her on her teet for milk. Sally hums and lovingly lets the sly micro latch on.
"Teehee, Sawwy am gonna be bestest mummah! Gun hab extwa babbeh naow tu! Smawty gun be su happeh! EEP! Nu bitesy mummah babbeh, be gentwe. Mummah got pwenty of miwkies! PEEP! Dat hewts! SCREEE!"
09:26 hours. Norma begins to scissor her teeth into Sally's teet while holding onto her for dear life. Sally screams and tries to remove her to no avail.
"SCREEEEEEEEEE! Smawty! Hewp speshuw fwiend!
09:30 hours. Smarty and Marshal turn to see Sally reaching towards them. They look up beyond her and Smarties eyes go wide as a wave of micro fluffs engulf Sally.
"Nu hewt Sawwy! Am sun mummah! Wets go Mawshaw!"
>>706991624
09:31 hours. Smarty and Marshal rush to aide Sally who is screaming as hungry mouths tear into her udders and any other soft spots. Marshal begins to stomp on several micros. His hoofs are soon a bloody mess as he and Smarty each fell dozens. Eighty of the micros turn and surge over Smarty and Marshal.
"REEEE! Dummeh wittwe munstahs! Smawty nu am nummies! Gun gib biggest hewties! REEEEEEEEEEEE!"
09:35 hours. Marshal thrashes as hard as he can as micros cling to his face, legs and climb his torso. Smarty rears and stomps and shakes his head as micros try to get in his face and eyes. More of them swarm his haunches and bring him to his knees.
"SCREEE! Nu time fow babbehs! Pwease stay in mummah tummeh! CHIRP! Pwease nu mowe hewties wittwe fwuffies! PEEP! BIGGEST POOPEHS!"
09:38 hours. Sally goes into premature labor due to the shock and begins to deliver. She cries and screeches as one by one six foals plop onto the grass followed by the afterbirth.
"Nuuuu! Babbehs gu back in mummah whewe safe! Smawty hewp! SCREEEEEEEEEE!"
What in the absolute fuck is this thread
>>706991713
09:45 hours. The micros manage to breach one of Sally's teets and bloody milk spill's onto the ground and washes over her freshly born foals. They begin to chirp and squirm at the taste of milk. Half of the micros begin to swarm the chirpies and make quick work of them. The foals writhe, pink and helpless as they are torn in half or gutted by hungry micros. Heads are snipped off and meat is stripped as organs are strewn and then gorged upon. Their bones are so soft they are entirely devoured, screaming the whole way. Sally can only flail and scream as micros work their way into her wounds and start making bigger and bigger wounds. Finally 8 are tearing her muzzle and lips apart as five gnaw her throat open. Sally slumps to the ground and can only draw ragged breaths. A dozen micros gnaw at the base of her left wing until it detaches and is carried off. Norma climbs up and begins to tear into her right eye.
09:53 hours. 613-P has stopped moving, time of death recorded.
"SCREEE! NUUUU! Speshuw fwiend! Whewe am Wavaw?! Mawshaw hewp Smawteeeeee!"
09:58 hours. Micros tear free Smarty's left eyelid and rip into his gelatinous eye. His mouth is swarmed by more as the rest leave Sally's motionless corpse and swarm over his flanks. Smarty flails uselessly as nine micros tear at his mane and scalp and gnaw at the base of his horn. He peeps and gurgles as they quickly gnaw their way through his jaws connective tissue and then enter through the anal canal and esophagus. They burst through his neck and into his internal cavity as he twitches and goes limp.
10:06 hours. 972-U bio-signature ceases. Time of death recorded.
"REEEEEEEEEE! Nu mowe! Toughie nu gun go foweva sweepies wike uddas! Am stwongest fwuffeh!"
>>706991793
10:08 hours. Marshal is now being swarmed by the entirety of the remaining micros. The earthy has held out extraordinarily long under their assault. But now they cling to his underbelly cutting and gnawing as he rears and bucks until when next he lands, his innards splat from his wounded belly.
"SCREEEE! Nu! Tummeh skettis stay inside Muh-M-Mawshaaaaaaw........."
10:15 hours. 939-E collapses and is completely covered by swarming micros. Time of death recorded.
The micros are given another hour to bask in their victory and feast as much as they can. When they are retrieved, 41 are discovered to be dead. We only know this by headcount and biometrics data as the dead were entirely devoured. The four adult fluffies are not completely consumed. A large amount of organs and meat are stripped clean, but a lot of the skin, fluff and other soft components remain as the micros seem to have had their fill. The remaining 108 micros are retrieved for cleaning and inspection. Recommend tweaks to Pandora sample integrating Norma sample. Also an increase in appetite, metabolism and stamina. Request filed to acquire twenty more breeding micros incluidng Norma immediately. I want to take this fullscale.
END
>>706991765
Cancer
>>706990594
Come on. Wait for tthe traps and ylyl. We might get a nuke.
Recently got into this because of these threads, and goddamnit /b/.
>>706991867
Now that you're done, I'll take a turn
I present Postfluff.
>>706991884
>>706992176
Go ahead asshole, I'm a furry too. Your resistance only makes my penis stronger
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>>706991867
They're like little fluffy piranhas.
Have you considered having them sneak up on sleeping fluffy dams, infiltrating their wombs and scaring the shit out of regular fluffies who are suddenly met with a gibbering mare getting eaten from the inside by munstah behbehs.
>>706992272
Welcome to the fold bitch
>>706992598
:(
>>706992669
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Good time, beach party, these threads are
>>706992272
Just remember, liking this doesn't make you a bad person, just a slightly damaged one.
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>>706992688
i have now lol
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>>706992769
A nuuu cheeki breeki iv damke
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>>706993290
Please feel free to use the idea, I like your science stuff.
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Kinda the last page as this is as far as Mutagen got before he went into hiding or whatever
>>706993413
i already have some other plans for the micors, but im sure i can fit it in somehwere. since u like science shit, have this
Head Games (From the files of Dr. Elias Elmwood)
By Deadweight
Log Entry #6832
The data recorded in this log is for highest level Hasbio clearance eyes only.
Project Dream Time has been two years in the making now. We have finally achieved our end goal and extensive testing has begun on the subject.
Subject 186-A is An albino alicorn mare. She has been designated "Xibalba"
While Xibalba (pronounced shee-bal-ba) may indeed possess the base genome for fluffies, she is much much more. Xibalba's DNA has been edited all the way down to the germ line and the result is a fluffy with extraordinary abilities.
A little known fact about fluffies is they all possess an abnormality in the structure of the medial temporal lobe. This was an early attempt to create a sort of organic wi-fi receiver in the fluffy brain that could be used to upload new personality traits or other pertinent information.
Unfortunately the project was never completed and the ensuing feral issue pushed the research even further to the back burner. But now our team has found a way to make use of this abnormality through Xibalba.
It took fifteen successive generations of genome altering to have the desired outcome on Xibalba. Her brain can now send signals out that are picked up by these abnormalities. It isnt quite ESP but is essentially mind control.
Her horn is special, an inordinate number of nerve clusters terminate inside and it is essentially a wi-fi antenna for broadcasting a control code to other fluffies. As an unintended side effect, she has fully developed and as far as we can tell functional wings.
>>706993541
Page 13-ish
Collab between Mutagen and another fluffy artist
This is the last though
>>706993593
Xibalba also has a vastly superior intelligence than a typical fluffy, testing has shown her able to problem solve and learn much more efficiently. Her empathy has been cranked down to near nothing. It has given her an almost sociopathic detatchment from the deeds she is tasked with.
Subject 186-A sits patiently as the leeds are attached to her head. Her pink eyes are cold and emotionless.
Subject 966-U is lead into the testing chamber and introduced to Xibalba at 08:02 hours.
"Wet smawty go ow ou be sowwy! dummeh coat daddeh!"
Subject 966-U has a confirmed case of smarty syndrome. This personality trait is the most difficult to correct. Xibalba does not move, she simply follows the teal and blue earthy with her eyes.
"Wai put smawty in wif dummeh nu cowowr munstah fwuffeh?! Betta wet out ow smawty gib wowstest hewties!"
Smarty puffs his checks and spits some venomous words at Xibalba before she displays her power at 08:09 hours.
"Siwence."
The word is uttered low, calm and monotone.
Subject 966-U falls silent.
186-A turns her head to look directly at the stallion.
"Appwoach."
Subject 966-U approaches subject 186-U at 08:11 hours.
>>706993638
That was one hell of an adventure, i like it
>>706993724
"Say ou am sowwy fow caww Sheebawba dummeh."
966-U begins to experience tremors in his eyelids and his eyes have dialated fully.
"Smawty am sowwy fow caww Sheebawba dummeh, nu am twue."
186-A gives a smile of satisfaction and looks to the wall.
"Hit da waww wif ou face."
08:15 hours. 966-U turns and runs at his top speed towards the nearest wall. There is a crack and a peep as he breaks his snout.
"Wetuwn."
08:24 hours. Subject approaches 186-U with clearly broken snout, blood oozing from it. 966-U does not seem to notice or care.
08:25 hours. It is pointed out that 966-U appears to have blood coming from his ears and eyes as well.
"Bweak off ou hown."
08:26 hours. 966-U heistates at this command until 186-A stands with an angry look and spreads her fearsome wings.
"NAOW!"
The leeds record a massive spike in 186-A's neural activity at this point and 966-U urinates on himself.
>>706993826
08:31 hours. 966-U steps away from 186-A and approaches corner of room where it places its head angled to the wall and begins beating itself in the face with its front hoof.
08:34 hours. 966-U begins to sob but does not stop. the angle and blows to his own head are leveraging his little horn against the wall with increasing pressure.
08:36 hours. Snapping noise is recorded as 966-U succeeds in breaking off his own horn.
SCREEEEEEEEEE!
966-U screams at the pain until 186-A speaks up again.
"Stawp scweaming an wetuwn."
08:39 hours. 966-U falls silent again and goes back to 186-A.
"Who am da bestest an smawtest fwuffeh?
08:42 hours. 966-U has blood starting to streak the fluff under his eyes and ears as it continues to trickle out. Subject blinks and twitches before responding.
"Sh-Sheebawba am da bestest an smawtest. Fwuffeh nu am smawty, jus big dummeh!"
186-a smiles and sits inches from 966-U.
"Bite off ou tonguie."
>>706993903
08:46 hours. 966-U again hesitates as his eyes bulge and start to go back to normal. A whimper is recorded before 186-A leans in. 186-A narrows her eyes as 966-U trembles.
"Sheebawba say nummie ou tonguie! If ou wuv Sheebawba, ou do it!"
08:50 hours. Bloodflow from eyes and ears increases as 966-U begins to gnaw through his own tongue. Subject screams muffled by blood pouring from mouth. 966-U snaps off several teeth in the attempt before the appendage splats to the floor still wriggling.
"Be siwent an stiww!"
08:58 hours. 966-U sits attentively and silent as blood continues to pour from his mouth.
186-A stands and circles 966-U before sitting in front of him. 186-A reaches out with her pink hoof and touches 966-U.
"Fowevva sweepies."
09:00 hours. 966-U's eyes roll back and he collapses lifelessly to the ground, bowels evacuated. Time of death recorded.
Trial one is a rousing success. We crunch the invaluable data and Xibalba is returned to her quarters to await further testing. If these results are as conclusive as they appear, we should be able to field test within a month.
END
>>706993778
Yeah, it wasn't your typical abuse story, more like a blend of weirdbox, suspense, and comedy. Too bad it was never finished, god damn you Mutagen
>>706993982
Still caught on how he ate through the gas mask
>>706994091
If the toxin levels in the air are low enough that the food isn't poisonous, then I'm sure it's safe enough for him to lift the mask to take a bite
Lol that's all I got
>>706990594
Some of our best abuse artists are Russian.
>>706994329
True true, or it's just pure Slav power
>>706993960
Pretty cool story. Is there a reason behind the lack of empathy in the albino alicorn?
>>706994855
less demands for hugs and love and less resistance to killing fluffies
Bump
>>706995064
also this happened
Head Games (From the files of Dr. Elias Elmwood)
Part 2
By Deadweight
Log Entry #5867
The data recorded in this log is for highest level Hasbio clearance eyes only.
Project Dream-Time continues. The data has been crunched from the first experiment with 966-U. 186-A has remained an exemplary subject. Xibalba is loyal and obedient. She shows no adverse effects from her first encounter. Her demeanor remains cold and detatched. Today we are scaling up the test. We have expanded the terrarium to it's maximum capacity and brought in 10 test subjects. 976-U, 981-U, 984-U, 621-P, 627-P, 633-P, 951-E, 955-E, 961-E and 966-E have been collectively designated H-X1. 981-U is an orange and yellow Unicorn stallion designated Chester. Chester has declared himself the leader of H-X1 and is now delegating duties to the other 9 subjects.
"Pugswey gu an get aww da bewwies! Wandy an Wiwbuw gu get softest weafs fow nesties!"
07:43 hours. Chester refers to 976-U, 951-E and 961-E. red/blue, green/yellow and orange/white stallions. Pugsley, Randy and Wilbur respectively. They disperse and carry out their orders. Note: Chester has not referred to himself as a smarty, but has no patience for disobedience amongst his wards. He has even meted out small punishments for stupid behavior.
07:55 hours. Chester gathers food into a big pile near the designated nest site as 984-U, 621-P, 633-P and 966-E all use the branches gathered to flesh out their nest. 984-U is a pink/purple unicorn mare named Lisa. 621-P is a blue/orange pegasus mare named Sally. 633-E is a red/green pegasus dam named Melissa. Melissa is Chester's "special friend". 966-E is a white/purple earthy mare named Jolene. The remaining two subjects walk the perimeter looking for more food. 627-P is a purple/orange pegasus stallion named Barry and 955-E is a sea-green/orange earthy stallion named Malcolm.
>>706995165
08:00 H-X1 has been allowed to explore and acclimate for the past hour. We now introduce Xibalba into the terrarium and begin the test. Xibalba observes from some bushes as H-X1 mills about engaged in various activities.
08:03 hours. Malcolm is the first to encounter Xibalba as he nudges through the bushes to get at a berry he saw. Malcolm stops as he comes face to face with Xibalba. Her pink eyes fixate on him as he stares at her and weakly mumbles.
"Mu-Munstah fwuffeh?"
08:04 hours. Xibalba wordlessly exerts her will on Malcolm and he remains motionless and transfixed.
"What ou name fwuffeh?"
08:05 hours. Malcolm displays the twitches synonymous with Xibalba's influence.
"Fwu-Fwuffeh am Mawcowm."
08:06 hours. Xibalaba smiles at Malcolm and he smiles back blankly.
"Mawcowm gu back to udda fwuffehs. Nebba saw Shebawba."
08:07 hours. Malcolm turns and walks away silently. Once he see's the rest of the herd he snaps from his daze and goes about his tasks. Xibalba continues to observe H-X1 for several more minutes before making a move.
08:11 hours. Xibalba moves into the open. Her movements are almost silent thanks to her longer legs and more trim body. By the time Chester takes notice of her, she is mere feet from the mares. She looks at them with cold and unnerving pink eyes when Chester speaks up.
>>706995224
"Whewe nu cowow mawe come fwom? Nu betta twy nuffin ow Chestew gib bigge-"
08:15 hours. Chester notices the horn and the oversized wings on her back. He continues to approach with caution.
"Fwuffeh hab wingies an hown? Am munstah?"
08:17 hours. Xibalba's pink eyes flit from Chester to Pugsley and she glares at him until he starts to urinate and twitch.
"Shebawba nu am munstah. Buh dat fwuffeh am."
08:20 hours. Pugsley suddenly turns and rears up. He comes down with a sickening crack of his hoofs across Sally's back.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Sawwy hab biggest hewties! Wai Pugswey hewt Sawwy? NUUUUU!"
08:21 hours. The others all turn and see Pugsley smashing Sally's spine as her mangled wings flutter frantically. Wilbur and Barry rush over to stop Pugsley. They head butt him and push him off Sally. But it's too late for the mare.
08:26 hours. 621-P time of death recorded.
"Whu wong wif Pugswey? Wai hewt Sawwy?"
08:28 hours. As Wilbur and Barry try to restrain the thrashing, biting Pugsley and everyone else is distracted, Xibalba turns to Melissa and meets her with her mesmerizing gaze.
"Tummeh babbehs go foweva sweepies."
08:32 hours. Melissa blinks and starts to scream as she stumbles away from Xibalba and the others turn to see her collapse in agony.
>>706995291
"SCREEEEE! Nu time fow babbehs! Pwease nu come out of mummah tummeh yet! PEEP!"
08:34 hours. Chester rushes over to Melissa as she doubles over in the grass. Xibalba watches without reaction.
"Speshuw fwiend? Wuh wong? Babbehs comin?
08:37 hours. Melissa screeches as a gush of fluids and premature foals ooze from her. They are followed by a spurt of blood as she miscarries and Melissa continues to bleed.
"PEEP! Mewissa nu feew gud. So sweepy."
08:41 hours. Melissa closes her eyes as blood loss continues and then stops breathing. 633-P time of death recorded.
"NUUU! Speshuw fwiend wake up! Nu go foweva sweepies! Dis am munstah fauwt!"
08:45 hours. Barry rushes Xibalba, but stops dead in his tracks as she meets him with her angry gaze.
"Go to da wawa an put ou head in."
08:47 hours. Barry resists. He trembles and his ears begin to bleed as he tries to fight her mental assault. Xibalba narrows her eyes and leans in close, her muzzle brushes his before she whispers in his ear like sweet honey.
"Do it fow Shebawba, pwease?"
08:49 hours. Barry's eyes go dull and distant as he nods and walks towards the shallow pond. Chester turns to charge Xibalba when she flits her eyes back to Pugsley who is pinned by a distracted Wilbur. Pugsley rears up and sinks his teeth into Wilbur's neck and begins to thrash.
"REEEEE! Nu! Booboo juice stay inside!"
>>706995350
08:52 hours. Wilbur reels back and blood sprays from his neck as Pugsley springs up and rushes the remaining mares. As the chaos ensues, Barry wades into the shallow water and then lays down with his face in the submerged. Yellow slicks the water as the stallion urinates in fear but cannot move. Wilbur lays in the grass bleeding out as Barry gurgles and inhales the water while Randy and Chester try to stop Pugsley. Malcolm sits unable to move, the subliminal suggestions Xibalba left in him ensures he can do nothing but watch.
08:59 hours. 961-E and 627-P. Time of death recorded. Xibalba looks around at the remaining fluffies. Malcolm watches her in fear as the others try to fend off Pugsley.
"Fwuffehs stawp NAOW!"
09:03 hours. Xibalba demands the remainder of H-X1's attention with her wings spread wide. They stop fighting and look to her immobilized. Xibalba moves closer and stands before Pugsley. His face is streaked in tears and blood. Xibalba reaches out and touches his cheek as the others watch motionless
"Pugswey am gud munstah, but nu need nu mowe. Foweva sweepies."
09:10 hours. Pugsley shivers and slumps to the ground as the others watch frozen. 976-U. Time of death recorded. Xibalba turns and looks at Malcolm and then Randy.
"Chestew go obba der in da gwassies."
09:14 hours. Chester moves into the grass and waits patiently. Xibalba glares at Malcolm and Randy and then looks to Chester.
"Bweak Chestews weggies."
09:17 hours. Malcolm and Randy twitch and bleed from their eyes as they struggle against Xibalba's control to no avail. Chester doesnt move, he just cries silently as Malcolm and Randy circle him.
09:22 hours. The two begin to stomp on Chester's legs as sickening cracks fill the air. Xibalba turns and smiles at Lisa and Jolene.
"Kiww each udda."
>>706995418
09:25 hours. Lisa and Jolene twitch and turn to eachother. They snarl and reer up, batting with their hoofs as Chester lays crippled in the grass watching. The two mares are weak and dont manage to do much damage.
09:30 hours. Xibalba sighs and turns to look at Malcolm and Randy.
"Dis am bowing. Dummeh mawes nu can do anyting wight. Kiww dem."
09:32 hours. Malcolm and Randy shake and give quiet sobs as tears fall to the grass, blood leaking from their ears. They move to where Jolene and Lisa roll in a futile death fight. The two stallions begin to batter and stomp the mares who scream and continue to try and hurt eachother even as they are mangled. Their jaws are smashed, teeth scatter like chicklets. Their ribs shatter and finally their skulls crack.
09:40 hours. 984-U and 966-E. Time of death recorded.
09:42 hours. Malcolm and Randy stand bloodied and breathing hard over the two mangled mares. Xibalba stares at the back of Malcolm's head and he stills, ears perking up and fluff bristling as she silently sends him orders. She turns and goes to sit beside Chester who lays crippled and openly sobbing. She strokes Chester's back gently with her hoof as she smiles and Randy snaps out of his spell.
"Whu? Whu happen tu fwuffehs? Huuhuu Wandy am scawed! REEEEEEEEEEEE!"
09:48 hours. Malcolm lunges at Randy and bats him with a sharp combo before ripping into his neck so hard he breaks some teeth as he rips out a wet chunk. Randy is stunned as he looks up at the emotionless Malcolm before his eyes fade out.
09:50 hours. 951-E. Time of death recorded.
"Come tu Shebawba. Mawcowm am gud fwuffeh."
>>706995469
09:51 hours. Malcolm approaches and wags his tail as he drops the chunk of Randy's neck.
"Gud fwuffeh Mawcowm. Wan get out? Dat da way out wight dewe! Jus wun hawd as ou can an nu stawp! GU NAOW!"
09:53 hours. Malcolm turns to the painted wall of the terrarium and bolts as hard as he can. He impacts the wall with a sickening crack. One leg is mangled, but he rises and slams into the wall. Over and over in a futile attempt to break free. Until his neck snaps violently and his head lols back to give one last shocked look to Chester before he falls.
09:57 hours. 955-E time of death recorded.
"Aww, Shebabwba bweak awe hew toysies. Fank ou fow gud pwaytime, Chestew. Buh Shebawba aww done naow."
09:59 hours. Xibalba moves to sit in front of the broken stallion and spread her imposing wings.
"Swawwow ou toungie."
10:00 hours. Chester thrashes and rolls as tears and blood pour from his eyes as his tongue curls back and lodges in his windpipe. Xibalba sits back and smiles as he struggles and defecates.
10:03 hours. 981-U. Time of death recorded.
The experiment is another success. 186-A is recovered for cleaning and debriefing as clean-up and teardown begin. The data is collected and autopsies of H-X1 are scheduled immediately. This is very promising and I highly reccomend we continue testing to prepare Xibalba for a field deployment.
END
>>706993960
Any more stories on the go? Looking forward to pucks romance, can't wait to see how that turns out.
>>706995064
I can see that. I could also see the empathic version of this type of fluff turn into some sort of fluffy messiah. Basically forcing out bad fluffy behavior through mind control. You'd get a herd of oddly smiling very polite fluffies, who would be scared shitless of the tawk in headie smarteh.
>>706995626
that could be good
>>706995604
i got a few things in the works, hollow part 3 will be the next one i finish
>>706995604
also i had this pic done for that story =]
I FOUND IT
I FOUND THE STORY SERIES FROM FOREVER AGO
THE MARTINI SERIES BY DEATHPROOFPONY
Holy shit I can't believe I found it
Could someone post it? It would be very difficult on mobile and I don't want the thread to 404
>>706995885
Aw they're cute.
>>706990594
Tell him I love him n I wanna s his d
Well since it's about 5 am here, I'm gonna go to bed. Have fun you guys.
if you feel like reading 1/8
Amazing Tails - 4chan only edition
Part 5
"And you're naked...again." Frank sighed as she dropped her keys on the kitchen counter. Standing in front of the sink, baring all for her to see while doing the dishes, was Frank's new roommate; a strange girl who called herself "Darky." Frank had her pegged as one of those goth girls; especially considering her choice of hair colors.
"Hi, Frankie!" Darky greeted her in a bubbly voice. "Welcome home!"
Frank dropped her bag on the floor and opened the fridge to retrieve her water pitcher. She poured herself a glass and looked at her roommate from feet to head. "So, are you some kind of nudist or exhibitionist or...what?" She asked casually.
Darky paused to consider the question for a second. "Well, we're both girls and we're friends and the blinds are closed and we like each other and we trust each other...so...skinship? Why don't you get naked too? It's pretty relaxing!"
"Yeah, no." Frank waved in dismissal. "I think I'll pass. Besides, I'm not a lesbian."
"I'm not one either," Darky pouted. "But that's no reason why we can't share our bodies with each other."
>>706993227
>slip on baguette
Oh my god
>>706993638
Daaaaaamn I wish there was more, crushin hard on the Russian guy
>>706990594
Sometimes I look at the old pictures where he is still wearing a ring and I pretend we're married.
Found DPP's Pastebin account, someone dig out the Breeder series
Pic unrelated
EDIT: God damnit. Nothing I can do will get it past the spam filter
Pastebin dot com
/u/deathproofpony
2/8
3/8
>>706989396
Deus Vult
>>706998125
lmao anon, I kinda look like renzi and in pics where they're together I like to say in my head that I am renzi, saying that's me in the pictures
Putin forever husbando
4/8
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>>706990594
>be Turkish
>decide to visit 4chin's /pol/
>first thread I see is Trump
>Hillary
>more Trump
>Turk roach thread
I'm reporting you to Erdogan, this shithole should be banned
>>706999883
Y'all what kind of Pokémon is that
Hm.
4chan's still running like a pig through a concrete pour, but I guess it's a little better this evening.
>>707000354
Erdoganchu
>>707001347
Too soon.
>>707000427
god I love wolfram's look of misery
such a delicious expression perfectly executed
>>707002390
But ... Dragons are for romancing and waifuistic related pursuits.
Kinda like certain specific fem anthrofluffies.
Mmmmmmmm.
Live
Cause a fluffy is fine too.
I miss them old braindead parental public service announcements.
To the good furries in here, you should come visit the chat room I made on Telegram. But please, none of this disgusting stuff.
https://telegram.me/joinchat/D6VoCj9xM9aikVhddKwPhw
>>706989396
>this old meme
>>706997428
Given the sadism of a lot of Ginger Fig's later work, it always struck me how much he seems to empathize with the fluffy in this story.
>>707004359
anything more like this?
but maybe like, negative reinforcement and stuff, being cruel to the fluffy out of neglect or pretending not to notice it
Worst fluffy thread ever.
>>707005985
this one will take a few minutes to get up
Herd Mentality (A Marauder's Spinoff Story)
By Deadweight
Dave here again. It's been pretty quiet around here. Work is consuming my every waking moment at the lab. Wake, caffeinate, work, walk home, sleep. On my way home I pass a couple vacant houses. They have some fire damage from a christmas display mishap. As I walk by them one day, I hear a familiar sound from the backyard.
"Dis pwace am gud fow fwuffehs! Wotsa nummies an nu bawky munstahs!"
I stop and look up and down the street before I slip into the little path between the two houses. The siding is curled from heat damge and it kinda smells like soot. I quietly approach the end of the alley and peer out. There is a fence running down from the end of the alley seperating the two yards. There is a pair of latched gates that lead into either yard. As I glance over the fence to my left, I see about thirty-three fluffies waddling about the abandoned yard. They have stripped a few berry bushes clean and are munching the overgrown grass obliviously. I scan the group and then I spot a rotted out panel of fence in the back. They all seem of good temperment. Theres even a few brown foals running around happily.
"Fwuffeh fine safe pwace! C'mon hewd! Wotsa gwassies tu eat!"
My ears perk up and I turn and look over the fence to the right. I see a ragged looking blue and white unicron stalllion slipping through a toppled board in that fence. Behind him streams in a slew more tattered and dirty looking fluffies. It looks like they have seen some tough times in the wild. The last one waddles in and I count about twenty-five of them.
I watch them file in and gather to start eating. They must be starved because they are absolutely shredding the bushes and tall grass.
"Fwuffeh su hungwy! Fank ou fow fine nummies! Hewd fine gud pwace! Wet da mummahs eat fiwst tu make miwkies!"
>>707005985
After making sure the holes are blocked, I rush home to get some things. I retrieve some things from my home lab. High grade kibble, some vitamins and supplements for strong bones and muscle development. I also grab a bag of miscellaneous fluffy toys and a few field cams.
I return to the yards and look over the left fence. The happy fluffies have all gorged on the grass and now sit hugging or feeding babies. The ravenous things have already uprooted a corner of the yard leaving nothing but dirt. If this keeps up, they will be out of food quick. The ragged group on the right though have been chewing the grass down to a nub but leaving the roots intact. It will grow back and supply more food. I even saw a mare bop a weanling for yanking the grass out. Smart. I smile and turn back to the left and open the gate. The fluffies are ignorant to my presence at first until I announce myself.
"Hello little fluffies! How are you all doing?"
Eight of them look up in shock and cry out.
"Munstah! Wun away fwuffies!"
They all turn and run for the hole in the fence, only to find it blocked.
"NUUU! Can't get out! Huuhuu, pwease nu hewt fwuffies mistuh!"
I smile at them and crouch down producing a handful of sketti treats.
"It's ok, I just wanted to talk. I have treats, are you hungry?"
I hold out my hand with the fluffy treats and one of them, a blue and purple foal comes over cautiously and sniffs my hand.
"Nummies! Fank ou nice mistuh!"
The weanling nibbles a treat as she sits back on her haunch holding it between her hoofs. The others see and start to venture closer.
"Nice mistuh? Got nummies fow fwuffehs?"
For old times sake.
>>707006544
I smile as they begin to gather round. A few coo and one even hugs my leg. I pet a couple of them and they soon have all calmed down enough for me to question.
"So where did you fluffies come from? Don't any of you have mommies or daddies?"
A few stop playing and get a sad look as one purple mare speaks up.
"Fwuffeh had mummah, buh nu wet fwuffeh hab babbehs so wan away!"
I nod and listen as more tell the same story, at least nine of them are runaways for various reasons. But none of them were abused, they just left when they were mad at their owners. Selfish shits after all. I scratch a lil brown foals mane as it coos. Depsite their good attitude towards foals, they are still spoiled brats.
"Well this is a safe place! No one can get at you here so theres no need to worry! Here, I brought a few things for you!"
I reach into my duffel bag and toss out a couple balls and a pile of blocks.
"GASP! Toysies!"
One of the former domestics rushes over and tackles a ball. The other ferals are cautious at first but soon join in. I find an old flowerbox that hangs from a window sill and after a quick clean-up I use it as a food trough. I pour in some of the high grade kibble. Not a lot, just enough to take the edge off their hunger. I also find a shallow metal pan and fill it with water. After a bit more interaction, I stand and walk around as I place a few cameras on the fence and a tree so I can watch them all. After some observation, I determine their leader is an orange and blue earthy stallion. I name him Scorpio.
"Well it's time for me to go fluffies. I will be back tomorrow to see you again, Be good!"
>>707006279
Make it better then, you fair-weather fluffer.
>>707006650
Several wave goodbye and a couple hug my legs and beg me to take them home. I gently extricate myself and head out the gate. I listen to them babble for a moment before I turn and enter the right gate. I look around to see the mares are feeding their babies. Several males are gathering mounds of grass clippings and other food for the mares to keep the babies fed. Prioritization, thats promising.
"Hello fluffies! How are you all today?"
The ragged fluffies look up when they see me. One mares face goes wide eyed as she pisses herself.
"NUU! Nu hewt babbehs and mummahs! Pwease! Fwuffehs nu wan hewties!"
The ragged stallions gather around the feeding mares who are sobbing and clutching their babies. The stallions have a determined look on their face but still a few have tears on their cheeks.
"Relax! I'm not here to hurt anybody. Are you hungry?"
These fluffies are much more cautious as I present the fluffy treats. The stallions continue to posture and protect the mares until one slolwy inches towards me, grabs a treat and runs. I give a smile and wait patiently. The stallion looks to me and then to the other fluffies and nods. A few more cautiously approach and take treats. But they dont eat them, they take them to the mares who devour them with a coo. I look around and see they have maintained the lawn. Nothing has been uprooted. They have managed to control their hunger and keep a food supply going. I stand and a couple fluffies posture again. I move slowly so as not to startle them. I grab an old wagon with the wheels off and drag it into the middle of the yard. I dump a whole bag of kibble in it. I also take the top off an old bird bath and fill it with water.
"I brought lots of nummies. Plenty for the mommas and everybody else!"
>>707006757
The stallions are still doubtful until one mare walks over and sniffs the food. She takes a mouthful and starts eating with a coo. The others gather round, mares eating first. I smile and reach out to pet a green mare. She flinches at first, but is soon cooing.
"Where did you all come from? Don't you have any mommies or daddies?"
They look to eachother and then to me with a forlorn look.
"Nu mummahs an daddehs, fwuffehs aww bown in da woods!"
All ferals. These are some decently intelligent ones too. Protecting the females and babies ensures they survive. I smile and reach into my bag and pull out some better toys. Balls, blocks, stuffy friends and even some blankets for bedding. They gather round and marvel at these toys. Some even tear up as they play with blocks for the first time. These are all grateful fluffies who have scraped by in the wild to keep their mares safe. I stand while they feast on the kibble. They don't eat it all, some of it they carry over to a rotted out tree stump where they store it. Smart. I look around and see they are even maintaining a designated area for pooping, keeping the rest of the grass clear. I also notice there is another gate between the two yards in the middle of the seperating fence. I place a few cameras and then manage to use an old tarp to build an improvised sheleter. Its big enough to cover the herd from the rain. I look down to see one fat dam squeezing my leg.
"Fank ou nice mistuh! Fwuffeh nebba been su happeh!"
I smile at her and lean down to give her a good scratch. I look around and see everything is set. I identify their leader as the blue and white unicron stalllion who lead them in. I name him Libra. After they have all they need, I say my goodbyes as they wave at me.
>>707006871
I return home and set up the camera feeds. I watch them all for a couple hours. The lefties have already eaten the entire trough of kibble and uprooted more grass. They just shit wherever they please and play obliviously. The righties gather the remaining kibble and store it in the new shelter as they arrange a large nest from the blankets. They usher the mares into the nest and dote over them for hours.
The next day I link the feeds to my smartphone so I can monitor things from work. Things are mostly uneventful. Lefties keep ripping up grass and the blocks and balls are getting dirty from being rolled through shit. The righties have maintained order. The mares are all shaded under the tarp, the extra food is stored and the grass is still gathered but not uprooted. They have also maintained a spot for defecating as not to foul the lawn. The stuffy friend is passed around for hugs and the balls and blocks are pristine, treated with reverance and respect.
After work I head to the abandoned houses carrying my duffel bag I brought to work with me. I venture down the little alley and hear the fluffies babbling. I open the gate on the left and step in.
"Hello fluffies! I'm back!"
Several dirty fluffies turn and run towards me wagging their tails.
"Nice mistuh come back! Bwing mowe nummies fow fwuffehs?"
I look at the shit stained yellow foal and smile before I make a show of sniffing the air and frowning.
"EEEW something stinks! Oh god you are all covered in shit! What the hell is wrong with you? Good fluffies dont get poop all over them!"
The yellow foal backs away and makes a sad face before running to its momma.
"Huuhuu, fwuffeh nu wike woud noisies!"
I scowl at all the fluffies as they sit stunned that I yelled at them. The domestics amongst them recognize that anger and sob openly. I shake my head and then look at all the toys covered in shit.
>>707006993
"You even got shit on all your nice toys! Thats it, I am taking them away until you can learn to behave!"
The domestics freak out at this as I grab a rag and a sack out of of my duffel and start picking them up.
"NUUUU! Pwease nu take toysies! Udda fwuffehs nebba leawn gud poopehs! Pwease wet keep da toysies! Huuhuu, fwuffeh miss habbin toysies!"
I shake my head at the desperate mare as she sobs.
"I'm sorry, but until you all stop getting poop everywhere you don't deserve them."
I toss the sack of toys into the alley and turn back to the improvised trough with even less kibble than yesterday and refill the pan with water. The fluffies all sob and hug and cry about bad poopies. I gather my things and turn to leave before speaking.
"I will be back tomorrow. If there is not shit everywhere, I may give you the toys back."
I walk out without another word and smile as I listen to them sob. I move over to the fence on the right and step inside.
"Hello fluffies! How are we today?"
Several of the ferals look up and get sparkly eyed as they waddle over.
"Nice mistuh am back! Fwuffehs su happy tu see mistuh!"
A couple foals and a stallion walk over and hug my leg. They are profusely thanking me for the food and toys. They are not demanding or begging for more and they are already looking healthier. I lean down and pick up one of the weanlings and give it tickles. The mare mother watches with a smile as her wingy baby giggles. I set it down and fill the old wagon with a bag of kibble and the bird bath top with more water. They begin eating and transporting the excess kibble to the shelter. I walk over and kneel down. One of the dams looks nervous, but I offer her a treat and she coos as I give her scratches. When the others all gather round, I dole out some special vitamins and supplements I made myself. They all gobble them up and I smile and sit giving them all scratches before I rise and leave.
"Bai nice mistuh! Fank ou fow gud nummies!"
>>707007075
Day three comes and after work, I return to my herds. First I check in on the lefties. I walk in and they again are all covered in now dry and caked on shit, but they have started to shit in a corner.
"Mistuh am back! Bwing toysies fow gud fwuffehs? Mowe nummies? Tummeh hab biggest hewties!"
The kibble is long gone and now about 60% of the lawn has been uprooted.
"I don't see any good fluffies! you all stil have shit on you! Why didn't you clean up?"
The fluffies get pouty lipped and start to cry.
"Fwuffehs nu can cwean! Wawa tu scawy! Huuhuu, pwease hewp fwuffehs!"
I shake my head at Scorpio as he speaks up.
"When babies are born, mommas use their tongues to clean babies, you all could be cleaning eachother."
One mare sobs and protests.
"Buu poopehs nu taste pwetty! Nu wan num poopehs! Wan gud nummies an toysies!"
I shake my head and tsk.
"Thats not my problem, only clean fluffies deserve toys."
They all sob and I see a couple trying to lick the foals clean. I chuckle as they wrinkle their noses. I pull out the bag of kibble to pour an even smaller portion than before. As I pull the bag out, a ball rolls free and a blue foal see's it.
"GASP! Baww! Wub Baww!"
>>707007151
The blue foal bolts from its mother to tackle the ball. It giggles and squees in delight until I turn and snatch it up.
"What did I say about bad fluffies and toys? Now you need to be punished!"
I reach into the duffel and pull out what I'm after. The domestic mare see's what I have and cries out.
"SCREEEE! NUUU! Nu gib babbeh sowwy stick! Am onwy wittwe babbeh!"
I smile at this recognition and whip the foals ass repeatedly as it and it's mother scream. The mare is a sobbing wreck by the time I plop the peeping foal in her arms.
"Bad fluffies who don't listen get the sorry stick! No toys today!
I leave after filling the kibble with a smaller portion. They all sob and surround the crying foal as I leave. I turn to the right and enter.
"Hello fluffies! I'm back again!"
I am gretted by Libra as he waddles over. He has put on weight already and his fluff is looking fuller.
"Hewwo nice mistuh! How am ou today?"
That was unexpected. I smile and lean down to give the unicorn a good scratching.
"I'm good Libra, how are you? I see one of the mommas had babies?"
Libra coo's at the scratches and then nods.
"Yus, mawe hab gud babbehs! Aww happeh and hungwy! Fank ou fow aww da nummies! Mummah can make wotsa miwkies naow!"
I smile and go inspect the babies as the momma proudly shows them off. I smile and hand out treats and supplements before I fill the wagon and bird bath. I play with them for a bit, They marvel as I stack all the blocks and giggle as I pass them balls. I leave with a big group hug goodbye.
>>707007215
Day 4 I spend most of watching the video feeds with amusement. The lefties have spent all day licking eachother and wretching. They have torn out the remaining grass in an effort to cleanse their pallets. It's awfully amusing.
After work I am practically giddy as I carry my bag to the houses and enter the lefties yard. Scorpio see's me and approaches. I ignore him as I look around. The lawn is dirt now. The shit pile has grown. The meager kibble I left them is gone. They are now half clean of shit but covered in vomit.
"Pwease mistuh! Fwuffehs wan toysies an nummies! Twy to get cwean but su nu taste pwetty! Huuhuu, fwuffehs wan gud nummies!"
I look down at Scorpio and give him an angry look.
"Want?? You want?? I am here out of the kindness of my heart you little shit! You don't get to demand anything! You are all filthy! You are the worst fluffies!"
I find the foal from yesterday and he is even filthier today. I lunge for him and pin it down and wail on it with the sorry stick as the mare freaks out.
"SCREEE! Nu! Wet babbeh go! Am gud babbeh, nu gib hewties, munstah!"
The mare bats at me with her hoofs. I throw the foal and it screams as it flies through the air. The mare sits stunned and I grab her up and stand as she squeals and flails.
"So now I'm a monster?? I bring you food and toys and now I am a monster?!?! Fine! I'll be a monster!"
The herd looks on horrified as I squeeze the mares neck until it snaps. She goes limp and voids herself before I whip her at the others.
"You are all the worst fluffies ever! I am gonna give you all forever sleepies!"
I lean in and make to grab for a foal as they shriek in terror. Scorpio suddenly headbutts me.
"Nu hewt fwuffehs, dummeh munstah! Gu way or gib biggest sowwies!"
>>707007308
I reach for him and he turns and lifts his tail. I am ready and dodge out of the way as a meager shit shower limps across the dirt. I see several other stallions rush over and emulate their leader. I dodge them all and purposely knock over the sack of kibble as I run for the gate.
"I will be back tomorrow! I'm gonna kill you all and you better not try to shit on me again!"
I slam the gate as I hear them celebrate their leaders smart thinking. I have to stifle my laughter as I turn and enter the right. They are all in good spirits. The mommas are singing to their chirpies as they feed in the shade. Others run and chase bugs or nibble the kibble stockpile. Libra comes over with two chirpies on his back. One a blue pegasus and one a brown unicorn.
"Wook nice mistuh! Wibwa hab bestest babbehs! Fank ou fow aww da nummies! Dey make bestes miwkies fow babbehs!"
I smile and lean down giving him scratches and letting the chirpies hug my finger. After treats, supplements and playtime, I leave for the day as I wave to the happy fluffies. I walk home practically skipping as I think of tomorrow.
Day 5 arrives and I am all smiles at work. Seeing as I'm usually a dower person, the others get nervous at my happy mood. I watch my camera feeds and see the lefties have mourned the dead mare and foal. They have also consumed the entire bag of kibble and stripped every green morsel clean. I also see them practising sorry poopies on a tree. They are pissed and primed to get their revenge. Libra's clan remains in ignorant bliss.
I am humming to myself as I head towards the houses and down the alley. I turn and head into the right yard first today.
"Hello fluffies! How are my favorite buddies today?"
>>707007379
They all waddle over to greet me, the chirpies on Libra's back have now opened their eyes. The supplements and kibble have done them wonders the last few days and they have lush fluff and stout bodies. I sit down and let them climb all over me, they giggle and laugh and hug at me. This goes on for about five minutes before I stand and speak.
"I have a surprise for you, I found more land for you to use!"
I walk to the big gate on the fence and swing it open revealing the left yard. Scorpio and his filthy herd look up and see me with stunned surprise. Libra and his herd look surprised to see more fluffies.
"Udda fwuffehs! Wan be nyu fwiends?"
Libra's question is ignored as one of Scorpio's mares screams.
"SCREEEE! Munstah back! Nu wet gib fwuffeh foweva sweepies!"
Scorpio rushes me as do several other stallions.
"Towd munstah nu come back! Naow gonna gib sowwy poopehs!"
Libra looks on in shock as several filthy stallions circle me, raise their asses and let loose sprays of sticky shit all over my legs. Luckily I had switched into a cheap pair of pants I bought at a Goodwill.
"GAAH! What are you doing? Help!"
I feign surprise and distress as Libra gets a mad look on his face.
"Nu hewt nice mistuh! Bad fwuffehs!"
Libra and several others rush over and ram into the shit-cannons. They easily topple the underfed fluffies, outmathcing them in size and strength thanks to my good treatment.
>>707006279
I've seen worse.
Then again, I've seen up my own arsehole.
This is a more agreeable distraction.
>>707007450
"PEEP! Wai hewp munstah? Munstah wan hewt fwuffehs, ou am da bad fwuffehs!"
Suddenly, the two groups surge forward and exchange blows. Hoofs and shit flies and teeth gnash. But it soon becomes apparent Scorpio's herd is outclassed. Even the mares in Libra's herd are stomping dirty fluffies.
"SCREEEE! Wowstest hewties! Nu hewt fwuffeh! Ou am munstah fwuffehs! PEEP!"
Bones begin to crack as Libra's herd goes from angry defense to blind rage. They are above average intelligence for fluffies, but still have a one track mind. Once the violence begins, it doesn't stop. Stallions, mares and foals alike are stomped and shredded. A few manage to fight back, blinding with shit cannons before they gang up to stomp a couple stallions to death. But the losses on Scorpio's side are growing and growing.
"Nu mowe! Scowpio am gud fwuffeh! Nu wan nu mowe hewtieeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
Scorpio screams as Libra breaks his jaw and eye socket. Libra continues to stomp til Scorpio no longer moves. I just watch on with amusement as Libra's herd demolishes Scorpio's clan. The righties run roughshot over the lefties. Foals are gnawed and shook to pieces. Eyes are poked out and legs, necks and backs are crushed. This goes on for fiteen to twenty minutes before Scorpio's herd are all either dead or crippled. Seven of Libra's herd lay dead and the rest are huffing for air and sobbing as they come out of their violent fog and look to me.
"Am nice mistuh otay? Huuhuu, wai meanie fwuffehs twy tu hewt nice mistuh an Wibwa?"
I lean down to the bloodied unicorn and give him a good scratch.
"I guess they were jealous of you, Libra. Jealous because they knew you were good fluffies and they got mad at me for helping you. But you are a very good fluffy, Libra. All of you! In fact, I have a treat for you all!"
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I reach into my duffel bag and pull out two metal cylinders with a biohazard symbol on them. I twist them open and drop the steaming noodles in the grass.
"SKETTIS! Fank ou nice mistuh!"
Hasbio did a good job programming recognition into these things. They have never seen spaghetti, but the know it at first sight. I just grin and watch them start to devour the pile.
"You're welcome. I have to go now Libra. You be good fluffies!"
They hardly look up at me as I walk out. I latch the gate and have a good chuckle as I walk back out to the street and head home.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted."
END
i hate having to post like this. wish i knew how to take a pic of the entire story but im old and high
>>707006479
sorry, missed a paragraph
I watch a few of them actually weep as they eat. Like that grass is the sweetest thing they have tasted in a long time. These are some desperate and grateful fluffies. The mothers eat ravenously. I can see foals wading through the tall grass and several chirpies on their backs. I look back and forth, the two herds seem unaware of eachother. I walk back and go around the side of one house, past the fence to inspect the holes. Looks like the brush is thick back here and seperates into two narrow paths. Must be how they got here without meeting. I look around and find some junk in the brush and use it to block up both of the holes. These fluffies are my toys now.
>>707006756
Would if I could. I am away from my laptop, running EMS calls in the middle of a fucking hurricane at the moment.
>>706990594
LOL cause you fucking vodka drinkers don't make up like 60% of this fandom
*toss*
*Coffee fill*
*sip*
"Why does this taste like jalapenos?"
Any good litterpal comics?
I don't got no good ones
>>707008362
Doubt it, but if you are, god fucking speed.
>>707013687
Agreed with you on that one. Whoever this bloke is, God speed...
>>707008362
Fuckin hell, best of luck to you Anon. Stay safe /b/rother
>>707008362
All the best numbers my dude. Stay hella safe
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>>707015075
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>>707011736
Whoever came up with the litterpal stuff is a genius.
>>707015428
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>>706989396
I am a failure
>>707015813
>>707015607
We all are.
What about a Fluffy caring thread? Do those exist?
>>706990594
Fuck off, most of this shit was made by your people anyways.
>>707015566
Still don't understand how this came to be. I can see amputation being used as punishment, but no sane person would think removing somethings limbs would be good for it.
>>707016030
Sane, rational thought and fluffies don't mix well.
Just go with it, man.
>>707015024
I'm so confused
>>707016030
It keeps them out of trouble(for hugbox faggots)or is funny(Abuserers/Sadbox)
>>707015975
You mean hugbox. That's kind of rare in these parts. I like that more myself but most of the time the threads are focused on the abuse side.
>>707016178
This shit can't come quickly enough
>>707016030
>but no sane person
I found your problem.
>>707016145
>>707016325
Are there any Fluffy Hugbox comics?
>>707016461
There are a few but the most of it's text stuff.
>>707015975
Most of the stuff made is abuse, so no.
>>706991765
shit absolute shit, this shit.. this fucking shit right here.. oh boy let me tell you.. this shit is why isis hates america,.. this scum. any one contributing to this disgusting vile pile of rotten festering fecal matter of a thread should put a gun between there ass flaps up deep in there shit tube and pull the trigger till they're dead.
>>707016461
You should be able to find hugbox comics at any gynecologist office
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>>707016461
Why do you want to know? Are you a girl? Is that it? Are you a girl? Go back to your pretty princess ponies and your candy cane castles. This is real man country. Fucking shit. Fucking piece of shit bitch fucking my shit? Fuck that. Fuck you! A fluffy thread is serious business. I tolerate nothing, scuuum! You sluuut! The fact that you're here means that you are a garbage awful terrible human. Not a real human bean, but a sloppy sloppy jellyfish. Scuttle out, jellyfish. You have no future.
This is probably the closest thing I have to hugbox or I suppose I could post half comics, alot of them start out hugbox
>>707016461
Don't let the Anons lead you astray. There's plenty of hugbox out there with loving, responsible owners if you care to look for it.
The thing to remember though is that a good chunk of the fandom leans toward abuse nowadays.
>>707016867
I only find enjoyment out of Fluffy sexual abuse, you fool. Hugbox Fluffy > Abuse Fluffy, faggot.
This is kinda hugbox I suppose
>>707017423
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>>707016030
They're called pillowfluffs, they're suppoed to be completely dependent on their owner for everything and completely servile. And that they can't move and eventually become suicidally depressed and can do nothing about it but keep eating and shitting is good sadbox.
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>>707018497
If /pol/ was a fluffy..
