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Fluffy abuse thread
>What is this?
Pic related
>>707487872
I am not giving you a (You), for the sole though of irrespecting your bullshit, however, you, the "If you dont reply to this post" fag, I must thank you for the bump
>>707487872
bump
>>707487872
where is the $40 dollar litter pal comic?
>>707488024
fucker
>>707491229
>replying
Quit being such a newfag and report the "reply to this post or..." posts instead of replying to them, effectively derailing and ruining the thread.
I'll always bump one of these threads
>>707491848
Here's another classic
>>707492419
That's not abuse this is just brave.
>>707488024
nuuuu
>>707491948
lost
Personal favorite of mine
>>707488024
Fugg
>>707491466
Fuck
>>707493521
Mine too, my fluffy abuse fav sub genre is balls abuse
Moar
>>707495428
"Asshole"
>>707489857
that one is so hard to find, this is the one with three litter pal mares and one stallion?
Anyone have the affects of over excitement on a fluffy comic?
>>707488024
>Making me reply since I'm a superstitious faggot
>>707491466
We should, but people are going to reply to them regardless. I doubt calling them out on it is going to change much (as I reply to this post).
>>707491466
Bonus points if they're the kind of newfag to reply to the equally autistic "immunity cat" by thanking it, completely missing the point of that too. If any of you ever did this, I genuinely think your IQ is below 90.
>>707497963
Is that the one where the cat asks you not to reply to it to gain immunity?
>>707498158
The text on the picture goes along the line of "if you viewed this image you won't have any curses anymore blabla" in a sort of cheap effort to stop the derail. There's always a few morons that reply "thanks cat!!!!", effectively derailing the thread some more.
I mean, the thread is usually already to shit at that point, but it's just so fucking stupid I kind of sympathize with the person that replied.
>>707498994
Wish we'd see more of this idea. I'd love to see whole herds of these things running about.
>>707499583
>This smawty wand nao!
>Owies! Nu bad upsies!
>EEEE! Wy dummeh hoomin put scawy thingy in smawty poopie pwace?
>Babbehs!
>Nu! Spechuw fwend nu wan be in scawy toy!
>Nee poopies... buh... babbehs in poopie pwace...
>Sowwy babbehs...
>(Chirping)
>>707500065
Now do one where the "fluffy" is half good designer fluffy half poopy fluffy
Bump
Bump
>>707492314
10/10
Lets get some stories in this thread
>>707487872
i ask this every time and i never get an answer.
can i get more weirdbox? if not here where?
>>707502295
>>707502295
>>707502027
Some OC, have posted it lot of times, but this time I edited it a little bit
>You are in your house
>It's raining
>Watching tv in your sofa, eating pizza, like normal
>Until you hear a noise in the door entrance
>"God, what is it now"
>You go downstairs
>Take the door keys
>You walk to the door entrance
>Open the door
>And you see a fluffy pony
>A female fluffy pony with two little foals
>"Hewwo nice mistah, fwuffy cowd, pwease gif wawm housie? Nee nummies fo babbehs..."
>"No, get out right now"
>The mare starts shivering
>"Buh... buh... wy?"
>You sigh
>"Because you're a disgusting vermin who eats food to shit everywhere, you don't have the right to live, fuck off"
>"Buh... buh... pwease, am mummah an haf babbhes! Wook!"
>The dam hands you a foal, her green foal, probbably the "Bestest babbeh"
>You don't wanna even touch that... thing
>"Huggies!" The little thing says
>"Yeah, no, go fuck yourself, like I give a shit" You tell her in a insulting tone
>The mare starts hugging the disgusting little shit and her eyes beggin to cry, but she violently blinks her eyes in frustation
>The mare goes from begging to demanding
>"Nu cawe! Meanie mistuh gif skettis an toysies an housie wite nao ow mummah gonna gif wowest owwies!"
>This answer destroyed your patience
>You step one of her foals, the yellow one
>"NUUU! BABBEH!" She cries while her foal bleeds to death
>"EEEE! Owies! Mummah *chirp* hewp babbeh!" The little furbag tries to say while choking on his own blood
>"Babbeh..." The devasted mother says
>You firmly say: "Piss off, now"
>She stares at you with tears comming from her eyes, hugging her last foal
>"Munstah..." That said, she runs away crying
Did someone say weirdbox?
>>707502612
Make a sequel! That was actually pretty good.
>>707502612
8/10 enjoyed it, a bit simple and short but still entertaining
>>707503115
Thanks! I need a perspective, should i do the one centered in the human or the mare?
>>707503366
Probably the mare, or you can make it so she found a herd and had them come attack the humans house or something hilarious.
>>707503366
Mare
>>707503535
It should be like "Having revenge and fails", i could do something good with that, thanks
>>707504276
Yer welcome! I always like to help with stories. A while ago, I found this guy who was making this story of a fluffy who was owned by a neo nazi that made him go out on the streets with a fluffy-sized Panzer IV tank and commit fluffy genocide on "poopeh" fluffies... I wonder if he ever actually made that story.
>>707501261
jesus christ im dead
1/6
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6/6
>>707488024
>>707488024
You ass
>>707495471
I had hoped one day I would see any of my shit outside of fluffybooru
>>707506290
Need more abuse of the littler ones honestly, well I need to save more
>>707488024
dick
>>707488024
-_-
>>707494162
That's a very nice comic
Less is more
>>707504782
Sounds like a fucking amazing story
>>707507394
>Giggled at the derp
>>707494632
kek, haven't seen that one before
>>707507394
The thought bubble on the grey one is pretty funny.
>>707507799
Kek
So, any Aussies in here? If so, I have a little treat for you?
That's a Pouch-ful
Annie harrumphed and hugged herself tightly, wishing she had something more substantial than a sweater to keep out the early-winter wind that was whistling across the prairie and making her auburn hair whip her in the face. But most of her stuff was being shipped separately, so she had to make do with what little she had with her. She might have landed a sweet new job on the West Coast, but that didn’t save her from breaking down in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, Kansas having to wait hours for a tow truck to come.
It was her own fault, anyway. She’d lived in Virginia her whole life and rather than fly to LA like a normal person, she’d opted to use the move as an excuse for a cross country road trip in the beaten up old sedan that she’d had since high school. Poor old guy might have finally given up the ghost, though.
She could get back inside where the wind couldn’t reach her, but that was starting to make her go stir crazy. So she’d just hang out here and enjoy the scenery…mile upon mile of yellow grass on a landscape of unremitting flatness under a slate gray sky. Cheery stuff.
“NUUUUHUUHUUHUUUUU! NU HUWT SISTAH!”
”SCREEEE!”
>>707507377
>>707508103
>>707508065
The high-pitched cries and screams carried high over the wind from across the street. Recognizing the sound as fluffy ponies in extreme distress, Annie crossed over to have a look. On the other side of the freeway, the ground sloped away slightly, and sure enough a rather large feral herd was standing in the long grass, blobs of rainbow-colored fluff standing out brightly against the dull yellow. Most of the herd was in a semicircle, facing away from Annie and looking at a large orange unicorn with a green mane, the herd’s Smarty no doubt, as he menaced two somewhat swollen fluffies, a brown pegasus with a tan mane and an earth pony with white fur and a white mane liberally speckled with rainbow-colored dots. Even in a rural area like this, Annie was surprised that one hadn’t been snatched up.
The brown one was sobbing miserably with a bloody nose while the white one was trying to get between her and the smarty, pleading with the smarty in a voice that seemed strange even by fluffy standards. “Pweese noice Smawty! Nu huwt soon-mummah, ow huwt soon-mummah sistah no mowe! Be gud mummahs fow baybays!”
“NU!” The Smarty stomped his hoof on the ground with his cheeks puffed angrily. “Dummeh pwetty mawe and dummeh poopeh mawe NU gud mummahs. Nu hab miwkie pwaces! Babbehs hab wostest tummeh owwies and foweveh sweepies and cowd times awmost hewe!”
“S-soon-mummah *does* hab miwkies for baybays!” The brown pegasus protested through her sobs. In response the Smarty turned around and kicked her in the face, making her scream as her snout squirted blood again.
“Nuuu!” The white earthy cried, scooting over to her sister. “Nu huwties! Sistah give huggies, make bettah!”
Going to try to dump the set
>>707508414
>>707508464
>>707508211
They're so retarded, it's adorable at times
>>707508557
>>707508591
>>707505633
damn want more of this
>>707506403
only something quick
>>707508261
“Dummeh mawes WYIN!” The Smarty shouted, nearly beside himself with anger. The rest of herd gasped, babbling nervously. “Smawty wet ugwy poopeh mawe in hewd for pwetty mawe. Gib pwetty mawe speshul huggies fo' make pwetty babbehs. Eben poopeh mawe get speshul huggies ‘cawse maybe she hab pwetty babbehs wike sissy, and now dey wie ‘bout be dummeh no-miwkie pwace fwuffies!” He reared up on his hind legs and came back down with what the two mares seemed to find a frightening thump. “Smawty gib wyin dummeh mawes wostest huwties and foweveh sweepies!”
That was enough of that. “HEY!” Annie shouted, making the whole herd flinch and several of them shit in sudden surprise. “LEAVE THEM ALONE!” She began waking down the slight incline towards them.
The Smarty turned to face her, cheeks puffed, forelegs splayed and horn already shooting sparks. “Dummeh hoomin gu’way! Or Smawty wiw…eeeEEEEE! Bad upsies!” The Smarty squealed as Annie grabbed him by the mane and lifted him into the air. Back in Virginia, her suburban home was right on the edge of a bit of woodland, so she’d dealt with feral herds and their smarties before. She didn’t really like to kill or torture the things, but she’d found a way of dealing with them pretty effectively.
“Dummeh munstah hoomin wet Smawty gu ow Smawty give sowwy poop…SCREEEEEE!” Annie beat the little bastard to that punch by grabbing him around the midsection with both hands and squeezing hard. The orange Smarty’s eyes bulged and a veritable firehose of shit shot out of his ass onto the ground. The herd cried out and began to run, while the Smarty’s victims, too swollen to really run effectively, just sort of waddled away from the growing brown puddle, the white mare helping her hurt sister along.
I feel like i'm the only person who doesn't like the fact that all the fluffy abuse has to have scat and piss everywhere.
>>707501261
KEK'D
This one is my favorite
>>707508621
>>707508567
Indeed, I like the ones that explore that aspect.
>>707508800
>>707508751
it is one of their defining features unfortunately
>>707508861
>>707508915
>>707508940
>>707494162
>>707508984
>>707508751
>Tampon in ass
>Cut dick
>???
>Profit!
>>707509023
>>707508735
Once the Smarty had been totally emptied, Annie switched her grip to holding by the tail as it sobbed and whined. “Nuuuhuu! Why dummeh hoomin give Smawty bad upsies and huwty squeezies? Am gud Smawty!” Annie didn’t respond and instead just lowered the Smarty almost gently down into the large puddle/pile of filth it had created. “NUUUUU! MMMPH!” The Smarty screamed in panic that was quickly muffled by the mass of shit. Annie dropped him the rest of the way, plopping his belly down into it as well. Then she placed a foot on his back and ground him down into it further.
The Smarty was sobbing hysterically and coughing and spitting when she let it back up, his face and belly thoroughly coated in shit. “HUHUHUUHUU! Why bad sowwy poopies? Why buwnie huwties in see-pwaces? Nu smeww pwetty! Nu taste pwetty! Hewp Smawty! HEWP SMAWTY!” The Smarty stumbled blindly through the grass, leaving a thick brown snail trail behind him as he made his escape.
That done, Annie turned back to where the two mares were staring at her fearfully in a little huddle. They squeaked and shook as she took a couple of steps towards them. When she knelt down and gave them a smile, the white one stood up nervously. “Noice Sheewa no giv huwties to soon-mummah and sistah?”
Nice…Shiela? An Australian accent? From a fluffy? Weird. And it explained why it was so much harder to understand than even a regular fluffy. “No, I won’t hurt you. In fact…” Annie took a deep breath. “Would you like to come live with me?”
Both fluffies’ eyes grew wide. “Noice Sheewa be nyu mummah!” The brown one exclaimed.
“Wuv nyu mummah!” The white one cried, hugging her sister tightly. Annie just chuckled at the adorable display for a few moments, then lifted her hand. After a bit, the fluffies quieted down and looked at her expectantly.
>>707494162
This almost counts
>>707508816
I've been looking for this one
>>707509106
>>707509071
“You should know some things,” she said. “I’m going to a new home, and it’s a long way away, so you’ll have to ride with me in my car until we get there.”
“Nu wike metah munstuh,” the white one whispered nervously to her sister, but the brown pegasus shushed her.
“And when we get there…I can take care of you, and your babies, but when your babies aren’t babies anymore, I won’t be able to take care of them too.” That wasn’t exactly true…her new job was in the low six figures, so monetarily she could probably handle the whole brood, but she didn’t really want to do that. Besides, the bleeding hearts in LA would probably dig on her rescuing some pregnant ferals, but there was a fine line between that and being a crazy fluffy lady. And anyway, if anything like that white coat and rainbow speckled mane bred true…cha-CHING!
But the fluffies instantly looked stricken at the idea of losing their children, so Annie quickly added, “We’ll find them nice new human mommies and daddies, though. Is that going to be okay?”
The two mares looked at each other, then back at Annie. “We go wif nyu mummah!” The white one said happily. “Have nyu housie, and wawmies, and find noice nyu mummahs and daddahs fow baybays!” The two waddled to Annie as best they could, and they all enjoyed a nice, harm hug.
“You’ll be Sprinkles,” Annie told the white one, running her fingers through that amazing rainbow speckled mane. “And you’ll be Caramel.” She said to the brown one, petting her tan mane.
“Yay! Spwinkews wuv nyu namie! Fank yoo!”
“Cawamew am Cawamew! Wuv mummah! Bawnza!”
>>707509020
Lovely
>>707498994
This is amazing anon, where can i find more of this?
>>707508505
>>707502037
Sauce anon? What's this called?
>>707509251
That settled, Annie got them both up the gentle slope one at a time and had them both evacuate on the side of the road before putting them in the back seat of her car. As she picked them up, she frowned a bit as she realized that the Smarty had been right. While these flufflies probably had a couple of weeks before they gave birth, she couldn’t feel their teats at all. No nipples, no anything. That definitely would have killed their babies if they’d stayed feral, but it was hardly a problem Annie couldn’t overcome. Just have to make sure there was plenty of good fluffy formula…and she’d need to get them to a vet in LA right away to make sure they were okay otherwise.
“Cooo…inside metah munstah noice an soft an wawm,” Sprinkles sighed happily, seemingly getting over her fear of Annie’s car rather quickly.
While waiting for the truck, Annie managed to get a bit of their history in fluffyspeak. Apparently their mother had cared for them alone, and had even had a second litter. Then one day she’d gone foraging and never come back. The new foals hadn’t been weaned yet, and despite Sprinkles and Caramel trying to give them “soffest fwowah nummies” and “sweetie bewwy nummies,” without their mother’s milk they soon perished. She hoped that wouldn’t lead to some kind of trauma when they realized they were unable to nurse their own babies.
In time, the tow truck arrived, and the driver was greeted with a “Gu-day noice bwoke!” from both Sprinkles and Caramel. Fluffies with Australian accents were just as surprising to the mechanic as it had been for Annie, so it wasn’t something common to the area. Had their mother been lost or abandoned by someone on vacation or here on business? It would likely remain a mystery.
>>707509320
The artist is Abuse-sir and he pulled all his shit off the booru, so I don't know.
>>707509676
Once they finally made it back to town Annie was pleased to hear that her old curmudgeon of a car would indeed be okay for the rest of the trip after a day of repairs. She hadn’t been looking forward to the kind of deposit she’d likely have to pay to rent a car she was going to be carrying fluffies in. As it was, she was definitely paying extra for a motel room to let the fluffies stay.
Sprinkles and Caramel were hugely excited to see the motel room, and it took Annie quite awhile to explain to them that this wasn’t, in fact, their new home, and the trip to their real new house was going to take quite a bit longer. She still wasn’t sure they really got it, but there wasn’t really time explain before giving them a bath. Being ferals, they both needed one pretty darn badly. Luckily, the bathroom had a tub big enough to fit both of them with just an inch or so of warm water, and their mutual presence seemed to help them get over their instinctive fear. In fact they quickly came to enjoy feeling clean and the pretty smells. She pulled the mat out of the bathroom, along with a few towels to make a sort of nest on the floor (and to hopefully protect the carpet from any problems) and left them dozing warmly in it while she went to go get the paraphernalia she’d need to take care of them on the trip.
When she came back with a litterbox, sleeping pad, and some simple toys and various other things, she was very pleased to see that there hadn’t been any accidents. She’d gotten kibble…she didn’t want to spoil them with spaghetti just yet, and she wanted to get their digestive systems used to the kind of real food that ferals rarely got. She had gotten a little something extra, though…somewhat unexpectedly, the grocery store sold Vegemite. When she caught sight of that on the shelf, she just had to grab it, though she expected it wouldn’t be suited to a fluffy’s palate. Still, might be funny.
Got any balls abuse?
>>707509769
But first she wanted to show the two fluffies the litterbox. They didn’t really react like she was expecting when she told them that it was where they were supposed to make ‘good poopies.’ They perked up, quite excited, and shuffled towards the box, examining it and sniffing it. Then Caramel looked up. “Wittabawks gud ting, mummah!” she exclaimed.
Sprinkles nodded earnestly. “Wittabawks *vewwy* gud! Pwace fo’ gud poopies, hewp baybays nu make bad poopies in mummah!”
“You mean ‘on mommah,” Annie corrected the fluffy.
“Dat tu!” Sprinkles agreed, nodding.
Well…they certainly seemed to get the idea, anyway. “Alright then, how about some dinner?”
“Nummies?” the sisters said in unison, their eyes widening. “Yus pweese Mummah!” Sprinkles pleaded. “Mummahs nee’ nummies fo’ tumtum baybays!”
“Am gud nummies? Sweetie bewwies?” Caramel added, hopefully.
“Well, it’s kibble. I doubt you’ve ever had it, but it’s made to be yummy for fluffies, and it’s special kibble to give to mothers who haven’t had their babies yet.”
“Yay! Wuv speshul soon-mummah kibbew!” Sprinkles and Caramel both cheered, and Annie couldn’t help but be warmed by their sheer, adorable gratitude.
Annie got their bowls and the bag of kibble onto the motel room’s dresser and poured a bit into each bowl. Then she picked up the jar of Vegemite. “Got something else for you two,” she said, showing them the jar. They were practically vibrating in place with excitement. “Some fluffies and even some people like it, but it’s okay if you don’t. But you might wanna give it a try.” That might have been a bald-faced lie…Annie had no idea whether any fluffies on Earth actually liked this stuff.
“Cawamel an’ Spwinkews wan’ twy aww nummies!” Caramel said eagerly.
>>707509149
sauce?
>>707509149
Christ, I need more of this. It's golden
>>707509978
“Okay girls, I’ll put a teensy bit on top of your kibble, and we can see if you like it!” Annie had her phone next to the bowls, ready to record the inevitable reaction. Should be good for a few hits on Flufftube. She opened the jar, and the yeasty, savory, almost-meaty scent of the Vegemite quickly poured out.
There was a loud, stereo gasp from behind her, and Annie turned to see both fluffies sitting back on their haunches, eyes closed and noses in the air.
“Am dat…” Caramel almost whispered.
“Nuuu…nu can be weaw!” Sprinkles whispered back. Drool was actually leaking from both their mouths.
“Am dat…am dat is…” Then both fluffies had waddled forward as fast as their swollen bodies would allow, hopping up with their paws on Annie’s legs, expressions of the purest joy on their faces as they shouted. “VEGGIEVITE!”
Annie laughed helplessly as they gleefully wiggled against her. “You guys know what Vegemite is?”
Caramel nodded. “Mummah…fwuffy mummah, awways say dat Veggievite am bestest, most bawnza nummies fow fwuffies!”
“And what about spaghetti?” They looked at her uncomprehendingly. “Sketties?”
Sprinkles blew a raspberry. “Dwongo hewd fwuffies say sketties am bestest nummies, but Spwinkews an sistah knu dat wong. Onwy Veggievite am bestest bawnza nummies!”
Annie laughed. “Well, you two get down and I’ll give you some special mommy kibble with Vegemite, alright?”
“Speshul soon-mummah kibbew and Veggievite!” They cheered.
>>707510581
Despite her earlier resolve to not spoil them, Annie couldn’t help but mix a spoonful of Vegemite into the kibble and let them have at it. They certainly adored it, munching it down with gusto, and then licking the bowls clean. That was when Annie realized they had another bit of a mutation, along with their lack of teats…such long tongues! Annie was no expert on fluffy anatomy, but she’d never heard that they had tongues long enough to reach their ears, and she was pretty sure they’d be able to do just that. It actually made her rather worried for her new pets…the quacks who’d made these things scrambled who knew what kind of genetic grab-bag into them, and if they were this far off the baseline, who knew if they’d even be able to carry foals to term?
But at the moment, their bowls were empty, and while they weren’t complaining, they were still looking at them rather wistfully. Well…they’d had the recommended amount for their size and as far along as Annie guessed they were, but they probably hadn’t had ever had a good meal, full stop. Another little scoop couldn’t hurt. They both thanked her and she was gratified to see that they dug into the kibble sans Vegemite without complaining on the second round.
“Dat was wipper nummies!” Sprinkles moaned happily as she and her sister lay on their sides after finishing.
“Wuv kibbew! Wuv Veggievite!” There were actually tears in Caramel’s eyes as she looked up at Annie. “Wuv mummah! Mummah bestest mummah! Save Cawamew and Spwinkews fwom bad hewd, gif housie and wawms and bestest nummies and wuv!”
Now Sprinkles was crying too. “Spwinkews wuv mummah! Suuuuu many heawt happies!”
“Ah jeez…” Annie knelt down and held her arms open and her fluffies quickly enveloped in her as tight a hug as their plump little hooves could give. “Mommy loves you girls too,” she murmured, running her hands over their soft backs. “Mommy loves you too…”
>>707499492
The derp button
>>707510219
>>707510530
I think that's where it ends.
Someone else dumped it here and I saved them all.
Looks like there's a few in here from the same artist but a different story.
>>707488024
never deal with this shit again
>>707510898
That's a shame :/ Gangland fluffy adventures seems is a cracking idea
>>707510835
It was time to go to bed by then, for fluffies and humans, as it had been quite a long day. Annie was a bit surprised when the two fluffies helped each other roll onto their backs as they settled down to sleep. “Is that going to be comfortable for you two?”
“Baybays come soon, an’ on back betteh fo’ baybays.” Caramel explained, her forelegs tucked up quite adorably.
“Well, not all that soon, I don’t think,” Annie said with a little laugh. “We’ll be to the new house, and we’ll have everything all settled and ready by the time they come. You don’t need to worry.”
“We nu wowwied, Mummah!” Sprinkles said happily. “Bu’ baybays pwobly come weawwy weawwy soon, so Spwinkews and sistah weady. Bu’ we twy be nu-woud so Mummah hab noice sweepies.”
Annie just shook her head and smiled. Perhaps they were remembering their mother’s second litter. They probably had a poor…well, even more poor concept of the passage of time when they were that young, so they probably didn’t really remember how long it took. And as for being quiet…that made her chuckle. When the time came she’d be well ready for the cry of ‘BIGGEST POOPIES!’
She changed into a nightshirt and crawled beneath the bed. After she flicked off the lamp, she paused for a second. “You two okay?” she asked, wondering how they’d take we dark.
“We hab suuuu many happies mummah,” Caramel said with a yawn. “Now we sweepies gud.” Made sense…being ferals they certainly wouldn’t need a nightlight.
“Good girls. Good night Sprinkles, good night Caramel. Sleep tight!”
“Night night mummah!”
>>707488024
Kill yourself
>>707511233
Hours later, Caramel was suddenly woken by a twisting, cramping pain in her lower body that made her gasp and squeak. Cracking open her eyes she saw that it was still emphatically nighttime, with just a little light from the parking lot leaking in through the heavy curtains. She let out another tiny squeak as another pain twisted through her.
“Hah…Sistah wake?” Came the panted whisper to her left. It was Sprinkles, of course.
“Cawamew wake,” Caramel whimpered back. “Cawamew fink baybays comin’ nao!”
“Eeep!” Sprinkles let out a pained squeak of her own. “Spwinkews baybays come tu! Hab scawdies…wake mummah?”
Caramel thought. It hurt…almost as bad as when the bad smarty had made boo-boo juice come out of her nose before they’d been rescued. But still… “Nu,” she whispered firmly, only to let out a little whimper as another wave of pain hit. “We say we wet Mummah hab gud sweepies. We be bwave mummahs.”
“S-Spwinkews be bwave MummAH!” The white mare gasped sharply, and Caramel did the same as one last spasm hit. Then the brown mare felt a seep of warm liquid around her legs, and she was afraid it was bad peepee for a moment, before she remembered her own mother’s ‘mummah juice’ when she’d had the new babies.
“Baybays comin! Come tu mummah!” she whispered, the fading pain quickly ignored in favor of excitement. Beside her, Sprinkles was whispering similar encouragement. Then she felt it…teeny tiny little tugs and tickles on her bellyfluff. And she could just barely hear the teeniest, tiniest little squeaking! Her babies were here, and they knew where to go! “Come on baybays!” she cooed, wanting so bad to help them and hug them, but knowing it was far too early. “Fin’ powchie! Dere wawmies and miwkies for gud baybays!”
“Spwinkews wuv widdle baybays! Come get miwkies in powchies! Mummah nummed Veggievite, so hab *bawnza* miwkies fo’ baybays!”
>>707511487
And then they were in. And a moment later, Caramel felt them squirming into place as they latched onto her milkie places. She didn’t think she had ever been so happy!
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Annie cracked her eyes open. Something woke her up…something like…singing? Sort of? It was tuneless, almost toneless, and it seemed to be in stereo…
“Mummah wub bayyybayyys! Baybehs wub Muuuuummahhh! Baybays dwink miwwwwkieeees, gwow an’ pwayyyyyy!”
Right…she’d adopted a pair of pregnant fluffies. Had they forgotten she was there and started singing? She fumbled around for the lamp on the bedstand.
“Waaahhh! Bwight time aweady?”
Annie sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. “No…still nighttime. I just turned on the light.”
“Mummah! Mummah!” Sprinkles was calling excitedly. “Mummah! Baybays come! Baybays hewe!”
Caramel was a bit calmer and more contrite. “Sowwy Mummah…nu mean tu sing mummah song su woud!”
“Wait…did you say the babies came?” Feeling her heart sink into the pit of her stomach, Annie yanked back the covers and clambered out of bed. She clapped a hand to her forehead as she saw the towels under both fluffies’ hindquarters wet. “Oh no…”
“Mummah? Wha wong?” Caramel asked, watching her with a look of concern.
“Ohhhh, Caramel, sweetie, Sprinkles…ohhh, I’m so, so sorry…” It was just as she feared…the two were too mutated to give birth.
“Mummah? Wai mummah sowwy?” Sprinkles asked, just noticing how upset Annie was.
Annie sat back on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands. She was not looking forward to what had to come next. They’d obviously miscarried, and the fetuses had to come out, and fast, before infection could set in. She should try to put a good face on it, though…it would be easier to keep them calm while she did it.
>>707511745
So she forced a smile on her face and looked down at the fluffy ponies. “Okay girls! Momma is going to help get the babies out of you!”
Both Caramel and Sprinkles’ eyes went wide and they held their forehooves to their bellies gently and protectively. “Nuuuuu!” Sprinkles protested. “Nu get baybays out! Baybays need stay inside!”
“Mummah nu!” Caramel sounded shocked. “Baybays nu weady weave! Hab to hab miwkies and gwow fuwst!”
“But they can’t drink milkies while they’re inside of you, can they?” Annie replied, keeping her smile on her face although her stomach was twisting like a knife at the lie she was trying to sell them. “Let Mommy help, and they’ll be out in no time!”
Sprinkles started crying hysterically, shaking her head and repeating “Nuuu! Nuuu!”
Caramel was crying a bit too, but was managing to articulate her protests a bit more clearly. “Mummah, baybays aweady come out of mummah pwace! Den dey go in hewe!” She rubbed her belly very gently. “Dey go in hewe! Get miwkies! Get wawmies! Be safe an gwow!”
A terrible suspicion began to dawn in Annie’s mind. “Caramel…” she could barely form the words, but she forced them out. “You didn’t…eat your babies, did you?”
“Cawamew no num baybays!” Caramel exclaimed, actually sounding indignant…for a fluffy. “Baybays safe in powchie!”
“Safe in…did you say ‘pouchie?” Annie demanded.
Caramel nodded firmly. “Powchie! Cawamew and Spwinkews gud mummahs, keep widdle pinkie baybays in powchie an’ gib miwkies su dey gwow an’ be chirpeh baybays!”
“Spwinkews gud mummah!” Sprinkles echoed, sniffling.
“A pouch…like a kangaroo.” Annie said slowly, not quite believing what she was hearing.
“Cawamew nu knu Kan’woo. Am she gud fwuffy mummah tu?”
>>707512046
I'm liking this
>>707512046
“No, a kangaroo is…never mind.” Annie was surveying the fluffies’ belly fluff carefully. Now that she was looking, maybe there was something there… “Caramel,” she said slowly and softly, “I’m sorry I scared you and Sprinkles. I didn’t know you had a pouch. I would like to see inside it, if that’s okay with you.”
“Mummah wan’ see inside powchie?” Caramel sounded doubtful.
“I just want to see the babies and make sure they’re okay,” Annie assured her.
“Mummah be cawefuw? Baybays jus’ *SU* widdle softie pinkie baybays. Tu widdle fo’ huggies ow eben petties…jus’ fo’ miwkies and soffest wickie cweanies.” Caramel sounded so serious and concerned in her little piping fluffy voice that Annie had to hold back a laugh.
“Yes, Caramel, Mommy will be very careful. I won’t even try to touch them, I promise.”
“Otay! Den Mummah come see Cawamew’s aww-bestest pinkie baybays, be pwoud of Cawamew!” Caramel was smiling again, but Sprinkles still looked uncertain and worried.
There was a little penlight on Annie’s keyring, and she got it out of her bag. Moving very slowly and deliberately, so as to not give her new fluffies anymore scares, she knelt next to Caramel and lightly ran her fingers over the silky bellyfluff. And there it was, almost hidden completely under the fluff…a seam. Holding her breath, Annie gently hooked two fingers into the seam and pulled up just slightly, leaning far over to look inside with the penlight in her other hand.
Caramel let out a tiny sneeze and a giggle. “Mummah hed-fwuff tickew Cawamew’s nosie!”
>>707488024
Ass
>>707507337
Is anybody reading this?
>>707512291
“Shh, please hold still Caramel,” Annie whispered as she shone the little light into the dark pouch, holding her breath with anticipation. It wasn’t slimy or wet like she’d learned marsupial pouches were…it was just bare, soft, pink skin. And sure enough, there were four nipples poking up out of Caramel’s belly, and attached to three of them were tiny, shiny little pink…things, each one no bigger than Annie’s thumb.
Babies….though they didn’t look much like it. No fluff at all, just dark pink skin with blood vessels clearly visible underneath. So translucent that Annie thought she could see the nipples and the milk coming out of them through the sides of their almost non-existent faces. Their eyes were just dark, skin covered spots on their heads. Their limbs were just tiny little nubs, with dark spots on the tips where the hoof pads would eventually grow. Rather adorably, all four nubs on each baby were splayed out against their mother’s skin…the hugging instinct was strong in fluffies.
“Baybays gud baybays?” Caramel was asking.
Annie flicked off the penlight and sat back on her heels, smiling. “Very good babies,” she assured the brown fluffy. Her head was spinning…she’d never, ever heard of anything like this. Marsupial fluffies? Had *anyone* heard of anything like this?
“Mummah?” Caramel was asking, a curious, sort of excited, sort of worried expression on her face. “Mummah teww Cawamew how many baybays?” At that, Sprinkles let out a surprised little gasp.
“Well, you have three babies, Caramel.”
“Wha fwee?”
Oh, right…numbers probably weren’t something ferals had much experience with. “You have a baby for this leggie,” Annie said, giving Caramel’s left foreleg a little wiggle and making her giggle ticklishly. “And one for this one!” She did the same with her right. “And one for this one, that’s three!” She wiggled the left hind leg.
>>707512524
I am, keep 'em coming
>>707510530
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/list/user_id%3D3274/2
read from back to front, the last part of the 'wild smarty' story is at the top of the first page.
>>707512524
She expected more giggling and squirming, but the smile suddenly slid off Caramel’s face and the new mother closed her eyes. “Bu’ nu fow dis weggie?” she asked sadly, wiggling her right hind leg. Annie shook her head, and Caramel sighed.
“What’s wrong, Caramel?”
“One baybay nu ‘wake…awways hab sweepies.” She sighed again. “When fwuffy-mummah hab widdwe bwuddas and sistah, hab udda bwudda dat awways hab sweepies. An’ she say dat when she hab Cawamew and Spwinkews, hab udda sistah and udda bwudda dat hab sweepies. Cawamew hope dat nyu homie and gud nummies wet aww baybays be wakey baybays, bu’ nu.” She let out a little sniffle.
Annie flicked on her penlight again and gave Caramel’s hindquarters a look. And ew. Yep, there it was, resting on Caramel’s tail, wet with amniotic fluid, a curled-up little stillborn. Annie hadn’t noticed earlier when she was freaking out over thinking they’d both miscarried. So…did these fluffies really always have a litter of four, or was it just coincidence? She glanced over at Sprinkles and wondered if the white fluffy had recovered enough to let Annie peek at her babies as well, but Sprinkles’ eyes were closed, and her legs were tucked in close to her body. It looked as if she’d fallen asleep again. So Annie looked back to meet Caramel’s sad face. “What do you want to do with it, Caramel?” she asked.
Caramel scrunched up her face in an expression of distress and disgust. “Fwuffy-mummah num fowevah sweepies baybay. Say she nee’ fo’ make miwk fo’ wakey baybays. Cawamew nu wike, bu’ nee’ make miwk fo’ baybays, su…” With a miserable, resigned expression, she laid her head on the ground, looking up at Annie sadly.
>>707512779
Jesus. That was super gross. Well, it did make sense…even for a fluffy, the poor little thing wouldn’t even be a mouthful, but a nursing feral needed all the calories she could get. But this situation was a little different. “Caramel, I promise that you’ll always have enough food to make milk for all your babies. You never have to worry about that. I think we should put this baby somewhere safe, so he can sleep in peace. What do you think?”
Caramel went quiet at that and closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then her lids popped open, her pupils pinpricked, and her breath burst out in a sigh of palpable relief. “Mummah gib bestest nummies, no nee’ num fowevah sweepies baybay!" Her voice was awestruck. After a moment, her pupils widened back to normal, and she smiled again, albeit a bit sadly. "Mummah wet baybay sweep noice.” She sniffled again. “Mummah wuv baybay, eben if baybay neba hab wakies.”
Annie stroked Caramel along the side of her head, and Caramel leaned into the caress. Annie kept petting the fluffy until she stopped sniffling, and then stood. Actually, sad as it was, the little stillborn foal might be useful. If this was something really new among fluffies, and not just something Annie hadn’t heard about, there was surely someone out there who’d want to run some tests on one.
So she’d wrap the thing in toilet paper and keep it in the motel’s mini-fridge for the time being. Before she went to the bathroom, she paused to shine her penlight on Sprinkle’s hindquarters. No more stillborn foals…that was good, anyway. One less trauma to deal with. But had she had four, like Caramel?
>>707508751
It has gotten worse over the years unfortunately
>>707513085
Well, that could wait until morning. Annie went to the bathroom and spooled off about half the roll of paper to wrap the stillborn foal in. When she came back to Caramel, the new mother was looking up at the ceiling, singing her tuneless song to her living babies and trying to ignore what Annie was doing. Annie obliged her by gently, quickly and quietly taking the dead baby away.
Before placing it in the mini-fridge Annie couldn’t help but try. She warmed it with her hands, petted its slightly sticky, fluffless head and clasped it to her chest in as close an approximation to a hug as she could give to such a small creature. But it was no good, it was well and truly gone. The best she could do was bundle it up, place it in the fridge and hope that someone could learn something from it.
“Mummah?” Sprinkles’ voice sounded out softly as Annie stood up from the mini-fridge. “Mummah wook at Spwinkew’s baybays? See how many, see if dey otay? An’ Mummah be pwoud of Spwinkews gud baybays tu?”
Annie smiled warmly as she turned to the white fluffy. “Of course, Sprinkles. Let’s see those babies.” She was very glad Sprinkles had recovered from the earlier fright Annie had given and actually wanted Annie to look at her new babies. The way Annie had acted with Caramel’s babies must have convinced her it was okay. And so Annie knelt down next to Sprinkles just as she had to her sister, leaned over and looked inside the pouch. It was precisely the same scene as inside Caramel’s, except that Sprinkles actually had a baby suckling from each nipple! All four had made it!
When Annie told Sprinkles, she was so happy that her legs began bouncing up and down in the empty air as if she couldn’t help but prance about. She looked over at Caramel, afraid that she’d be jealous of her sister’s all-living brood, but Caramel just exclaimed to Sprinkles that she was ‘su happy dat sistah nu hab fowevah sweepies baybays!’
>>707513287
Annie wondered if this wasn’t a result of the feral herd giving sprinkles preferential treatment over Caramel. It had sounded like the smarty had only allowed the brown fluffy into the herd at all because of Sprinkles, so it wasn’t hard to imagine that Caramel hadn’t gotten the nutrition necessary to keep all four foals alive.
Still, that was a question that could wait. Right now there was a rather unpleasant task at hand. “Okay girls, Mommy needs to get you cleaned up,” she said, glad she had thought to buy baby wipes.
“Otay mummah!” Caramel said happily.
“Nu wike mummah juice…no feew pwetty,” Sprinkles agreed. Both fluffies rocked back and forth a few times until they had to momentum to roll onto the their sides.
“Wait…!” Annie said, reaching forward to keep them from rolling onto their bellies. That didn’t seem like a good idea. She needn’t have worried, though. Both mares instinctively rolled onto their rear knees as they stood upright, keeping their full weight off of their abdomens. “You two are going to be such good mothers,” she said with a relieved sigh.
“Cawamew am gud mummah!” the brown mare stated with a proud smile.
“Fank’oo Mummah!” chimed in Sprinkles.
Annie got the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible, wiping the amniotic fluid from their legs and hindquarters. They’d need another bath soon, just to make sure they were really clean, but this would do for now. A sudden, gross thought occurred to her as she was wiping down Sprinkles, though. “Sprinkles, if the babies are drinking your milk inside your pouch, won’t they need to…make poopies?”
“Baybays nee’ make poopies. Peepees tu,” Sprinkles agreed.
“Isn’t that going to be a mess? They can’t let go of your teats…your ‘milkie places,’ Annie quickly corrected herself as Sprinkles began to look confused.
>>707513646
God reading their baby-talk is tedious at times, honestly.
>>707512291
fucking marsupial fluffies. Brilliant.
>>707513646
This is a breath of fresh air after all the fluffy torture stuff. I don't have a problem with the other stuff but don't really read it because it's not enjoyable to me. Dunno why I'm still reading this but keep going. I kinda hope it doesn't go horrible lol
>>707512524
Totally. Are you going to put this on the booru?
>>707513646
Sprinkles made a little face. “Pinkie baybays nu can make poopies ow peepees ‘wess Mummah give wickies. Fwuffy-mummah awways say it taste yikky, bu’ dey su teeny widdle it nu tu bad. So Spwinkews wiww gib baybays wickie cweanies. Spwinkews gud mummah!”
Well, that probably explained the extra-long tongues, then. “You sure are,” Annie agreed, giving the white fluffy’s rainbow-specked mane an affectionate ruffle, making her coo with pleasure. “But what about when they grow up and let go of your milkie places? What then?”
“When pinkie baybays ge’ fiwst widdle fwuff an’ be chirpeh baybays, dey wet go miwkie pwaces. Soon dey make poopies and peepees wifou’ wickie cweanies. Mummah staht take dem owta powchie till dey make poopies an’ peepees. Soon dey wewn speshul chirpehs fo’ mummah knu dat dey nee’ make poopies and peepees.” Then Sprinkles’ face turned a little stern…for a fluffy. Really, the way she pursed her lips just made her look like she ate something sour. “Bu’ gweenie baybay bwuddah awmos’ talkie bayabay an’ nu make poopie chirpehs, an’ make wostest fewaw bad poopies in mummah’s powchie! Fwuffy-mummah gib baybay bwuddah wostest nosie boopsies and say he dwongo baybay. But den bwuddah knu how tu make poopie chirpehs, an’ nu make wostest powchie poopies nu mowe.”
“Cawamew ‘memba dat,” Caramel added sourly as Annie finished up Sprinkles’ cleanup and stood. “Mummah make Cawamew and Spwinkews gib udda bwuddah and sistah wickie cweanies fwom bad poopies an’ mummah cwean powchie.”
“Yikky.” Sprinkles blew a little raspberry. “Spwinkews fowget dat pawt.”
“Nu wike, bu’ Fwuffy-Mummah say dat gud fwuffies gib hewpies to mummahs wif widdew baybays. Cawamew an’ Spwinkews gud fwuffies!”
>>707513753
And then add in the Aussie accent on top of the baby talk.
>>707514142
It's not mine. I got it from the booru.
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/list/user_id=3914/1
>>707514175
“Very good fluffies,” Annie agreed, giving both a pet as she went to get fresh towels. She was thinking hard about all that she’d heard. All fluffies, of course, were pretty scatologically obsessed…bad poopies, scared poopies, good poopies, sorry poopies and God knew what all else took up a lot of their brainpower. But for all that, from what she knew, accidents were still pretty common.
But these little ones seemed to take accidents pretty seriously…which certainly made sense, given the pouches. That could be…hmm. Annie paused as she was getting the towels out of the motel bathroom’s cabinet and tried to get her thoughts straight. If she was really sitting on a whole new kind of fluffy…maybe even ones that could be litter-trained more quickly and strongly than other fluffy ponies…she wasn’t sure what to do. She needed to talk to someone who knew about this kind of thing.
When she came out, Caramel was squatting in the litterbox. Apparently the tiny babies in her pouch hindered her movement quite a bit less than being pregnant did, based on the way she kicked the litter over and waddled out. “Wittabawks such bawnza ting, Mummah,” Caramel said with a smile as she saw Annie. “Hab speshul pwace jus’ fo’ make gud poopies and peepees, hewp widdew chirpeh baybays knu dat Mummah powchie am nu fo’ poopies!”
“Spwinkews put chirpeh baybays in wittabawks, dey make gud poopies dere evwy timie!” Sprinkles agreed. “Baybays nu make fewaw poopies in powchie!”
>>707488024
Pwease nu huwt mummah!
>>707514661
Good shit m8. Keep it coming.
>>707514661
After Caramel was done, Sprinkles used the litterbox, and then both new mothers sat upright, rubbing their bellies and singing to their babies as Annie made up the towel nest fresh for them again. She looked over at the clock. 3:24 AM…it had been a hell of a night. “Alright girls,” she said with a yawn. “I think we all need to get some more sleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow, and it’s a long way to go till we get home.”
“Bu’ we homie now, mummah!” Sprinkles protested as she settled back to sleep.
“No, Sprinkles, I told you that…never mind.” With a sigh Annie slid under the covers and immediately felt sleep claiming her. “I’ll explain again later. Good night.”
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Above Re-Pouch: An Origin Story
Part I
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Buttfuck Nowhere, Kansas
Present Day (Late November, prolly like 206X or something)
Annie chewed on her lower lip slightly as she looked at the two large pet carriers she had on her motel bed, and then down at her two new fluffies…*pouch* fluffies, bizarre as that was…Caramel and Sprinkles, where they both sat on the floor near the bed, forelegs on their bellies, where their miniscule ‘pinkie baybays’ rested in their pouchs and suckled. Both new mothers were ‘singing’ tonelessly to their probably oblivious offspring in perfect maternal bliss.
Annie was worried about the trip ahead…it was still a long drive to LA. She’d left herself enough wiggle room in her schedule before her new job began that making frequent pit stops for the fluffy ponies wouldn’t be a problem. But even so, no way was she going to trust the two of them not to have ‘accidents’ in the car. Thus, the pet carriers. But she knew that fluffies frequently mistook carriers for punitive ‘sorry boxes.’ She had a feeling ferals were going to like being cooped up in them even less.
>>707515094
As she watched, Caramel leaned her head down as far as she could, and her abnormally long tongue snaked down into her pouch. Annie stuck her own tongue out a bit in disgust as she turned her head away. Maybe an inch and a half long, the tiny, hairless pink babies couldn’t let go of their mothers’ nipples, and could only defecate or urinate when licked by their mother. And from the little sounds Caramel was making, it seemed that’s just what they were doing.
“Yikky-yikky…nu wike nu taste pwetty yikky-wickies,” The brown and tan pegasus muttered to herself as she waddled over to the water bottle Annie had set up for them and tried to lap the taste out of her mouth. “Bu’ wuv widdle pinkie baybays,” she then sighed happily as she rolled onto her back.
Well, it was time for Annie to put her plan into action. To get her fluffies to like the pet carriers, she was going to appeal to their maternal instincts. And she was also going to lie. A lot. She knelt down and as fast as they could, Caramel and Sprinkles were shuffling over for hugs, which she happily gave. “Okay girls,” she said in a serious tone, “It’s time to head out again…do you remember why?”
Sprinkles frowned in confusion, tossing her rainbow-speckled mane back and forth as she tried to think, but Caramel brightened after just a moment. “Oh! Cawamew ‘memba! We gu to Mummah’s nyu, bestest housie faw away!”
“That’s right!” Annie agreed. “And we’re going to ride in my car…my ‘metal monster’ to get there, right?”
Sprinkles and Caramel both nodded. “Spwinkews wike wide in metah munstah, Mummah,” the white fluffy said happily. “Scawy noises, but noice an wawm inside!”
Annie nodded, letting a serious and worried expression slip onto her face. “The metal monster likes letting fluffies ride in it, in fact it loves fluffies. But it’s too big for little babies. Babies could get hurt riding inside the metal monster.”
>>707515497
As she’d hoped, both Caramel and Sprinkles gasped. “Nu wan’ baybays hab metah munstah huwties!” Caramel exclaimed.
Sprinkles in particular looked shocked and betrayed. She’d been more afraid of Annie’s car than Caramel to begin with, but had come around to it surprisingly fast. “Wai metah munstah huwt widdew baybays? Aww baybays gud baybays!”
“It doesn’t want to,” Annie explained patiently, petting both fluffies and making them coo. “It loves babies, too. But it’s just too big, and the babies are too small. It could hurt them without meaning to.” There were some serious holes in this story, but she doubted the fluffies would notice. She wanted them to keep thinking of the ‘metal monster’ as a friend, too, as that would definitely make life easier.
Caramel seemed to catch onto what Annie was getting at. “Metah munstah am wike big dwongo ewfie fwend in meanie hewd. He wike tu pway wif widdew tawkie baybays, bu’ him weawwy weawwy dwongo an’ tu big, nu knu dat he pway wif baybays wike big fwuffies and huwt baybays. So da mummahs say he nu pway wif baybays nu mowe.”
“Ohhhhh,” Sprinkles said, eyes widening in comprehension.
Annie stood up and walked back to the bed. “But, I’ve got a way for you two to ride inside the metal monster and keep your babies safe! I got you both a Safe Box!” She picked up the white pet carriers and set them down, doors open, so they could check them out. Sprinkles was the first to step up and examine them. Annie was beginning to understand the differences between the two fluffy sisters. Caramel was definitely the smarter of the two, and Sprinkles was hesitant when she didn’t understand what was going on, but when she got a handle on the situation Sprinkles was pretty adventurous.
>>707492623
>Standing in rain
OMG SO BRAVE!
>>707515895
“Smeww pretty,” Sprinkles reported as she sniffed the soft towels that Annie had dried with lavender-scented dryer sheets and lined the bottom of the carriers with. “Feew pwetty on hoofsies,” she continued as she stepped inside. The boxes were as large as Annie could get and still have them still fit in the back seat. It was enough room for them to lie on their sides and turn around in place, though they’d likely have trouble sitting up or getting onto their backs as they seemed to do. Sprinkles looked up at Annie. “Safe Boxies keep widdew pinkie baybays safe?”
Annie nodded, and noted with satisfaction that Caramel was entering her carrier as well. “The metal monster’s too big for babies, but it’s much smaller inside the Safe Box, so the babies will be safe!” Again, questionable logic, but it seemed to make sense to the fluffy ponies.
Well, it was time to get back on the road. Annie let the two fluffies follow her outside, and only had them climb into the carriers when she lifted them into the car, door facing one another so that the two could see each other. The only other time they’d ridden in her car, it’d been broken down and towed, so she had the fluffies brace themselves for the sound of it starting. To her immense relief, it worked, and there were no ‘scaredy poopies.’ They definitely farted up a storm, though, so windows down.
“Metah munstah,” Caramel said in a shaking, but still warning tone as they started to move, “Yu am fwend, bu’ if metah munstah gif baybays huwties…den…den Cawamew hope dat Big Bwack Sky Fwuffy come an’ gif metah munstah wowstest stompies!”
“Nuuu!” Sprinkles whined from her carrier. “Cawamew nu caww Big Bwack Sky Fwuffy! Gib Spwinkews scawdies!”
“Big Black Sky Fluffy?” Annie asked with a little chuckle. Was this fluffy religion? “What’s the Big Black Sky Fluffy?”
>>707516276
“Fwuffy-Mummah teww stowy ‘bout wong, wong bwight times befow, befow Fwuffy-Mummah, befow eben hew Fwuffy-Mummah!” Caramel replied, her voice pitched oddly low. “Say dat pouchie fwuffies hab gud safe pwace, wif wotsa nummies. Den dewe nu nummies, and pouchie fwuffies am den meanie fwuffies. Su meanie fwuffies, dey NUM fwuffies!” At that, Sprinkles whimpered, and glancing in the back seat Annie saw that the white earth pony was hiding her eyes with her hooves.
“Bu’ den, Big Bwack Sky Fwuffy come, an’ gib meanie fwuffies stompies an’ wet gud fwuffies gu! Cawamew knu dat twu, ‘cause sometimes see Big Bwack Sky Fwuffy weggie come down faw away, an knu dat it gib stompies tu bad fwuffies. Cawamew hope it gib stompies to meanie hewd and meanie Smawtie!”
Tornadoes, Annie thought. They’re looking at tornadoes and thinking it’s a giant fluffy’s leg. That’s…well, that’s definitely something. “That sounds like a really good story, Caramel,” she said out loud. “It’s a long way till we get to the new house, so why don’t you tell it?”
“Huh? Bu’ Cawamew jus’ nao teww stowy, jus’ wike Fwuffy-Mummah teww stowy!”
Oh, right, fluffies. Really shouldn’t expect too much from fluffy mythology. Still, Annie couldn’t help but wonder where these odd marsupial fluffies had come from, originally…
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Buttfuck Nowhere, South Australia (sister city)
Nine Years Ago (Four months after the destruction of Cleveland)
“I’m really sorry about this Noah,” came the apologetic male voice from the phone sitting on the desk, a voice originating from the other side of the world. “But we’ve got to stop all speculative fluffy research ASAP.”
>>707516552
“IT’S NOT BLOODY SPECULATIVE!” Dr. Noah Anderson shouted, glaring down at the picture displayed on his phone, a headshot of Robbie Vinault, president of R&D for Hasbio Enterprises. “God DAMN it Robbie, I’ve got three dozen of the little bastards right here, right now! You tell me what’s fuckin’ speculative about that!”
“And you’ve worked out all the bugs you listed since your last report?” Robbie asked skeptically. “How’s the stillbirth problem coming along? And the backwards pouches?”
“Damn you Robbie,” Noah snarled. It was bad…Noah’s marsupial fluffies always, *always* had a litter of four, and the best he’d managed was each foal having a 56% chance of being born live, and in good enough condition to crawl to the dam’s pouch (if they couldn’t make it to the pouch and the nipple, they’d die in minutes.) That made the odds of all four making it to the pouch something just less than one out of ten. And that was with the dam being given all the proper care and nutrition.
Added to that was the dam’s instinct to devour the stillborn foals, which wasn’t exactly behavior that would endear them to potential pet owners. Baseline fluffy dams instinctively wanted to eat their placentas, and Noah figured this was related…the hairless, nearly skinless little creatures did sort of look the same. It made Noah awfully glad that the dams couldn’t really get a good look at their offspring until they let go of the teats and entered the ‘chirpy’ phase.
>>707516967
He knew exactly what the cause of the rear facing pouch issue was…fucking wombat DNA. In the first rounds, his team had just used kangaroo genes, as they had all the traits they were looking for, but they could never make them look like proper fluffy ponies. They always ended up looking like rainbow-colored, pot-bellied rats. Given that the epithet ‘shit rat’ had already stuck so well, that was clearly unacceptable. Introducing wombat DNA had enabled them to get the ‘fluffy classic’ look back perfectly, but now some of them…Noah estimated between one in twelve and one in fifteen…were born with rear facing pouches.
In one, single way, that was a blessing, in that the foals had much less of a trip to get into the pouch. But the advantages ended there. Thanks to the kangaroo genes, they needed to be licked to eliminate waste…though rubbing with a warm, wet cloth would stimulate them in the same way. But that needed to happen four or five times a day, or the foals would rupture. And it would have to be inside the pouch, since the foals’ jaws were literally incapable of releasing the nipple. That would require intensive attention from the owner, or an extremely unusually devoted fluffy sire. And once the chirpy phase had begun, one or two ‘accidents’ were inevitable, and with the dam unable to clean her own pouch, well…things got really unpleasant there.
And then there was the *really* serious problem, the one Noah hadn’t included in *any* of the reports since it first appeared. It hadn’t cropped up in the current generation, or the one before that. But Noah would want at least two or three more generations to roll around without the issue coming up before he felt like they were in the clear.
“Awright, fine, fair enough, they’re not exactly ready to hit stores yet,” Noah finally replied, angrily. “But they’re miles away from being ‘speculative’ Robbie, you’ve gotta at least see that!”
>>707517366
“I do, Noah. And I respect you too much to try and bullshit you the way the board did with me. The fact is, even if these things were ready to hit stores today, they’d still pull the plug on you. They’re tearing it all down, all of it. Everything that was supposed to be Hasbio ‘reclaiming the brand,’ it’s all being flushed.”
Noah was so angry he could barely see straight. “WHY?” he demanded in a strangled voice.
“Fucking Cleveland, Noah! Why else?” Robbie replied, letting some of his own anger finally leak into his speech. “Cleveland and those fucking fuzzy ponies…after those horror stories, the top level thinks that the public’s going to freak out on anyone doing what you’re doing…just another mad scientist playing around with fluffy DNA. And pants-on-head retarded as it is, I think they’re probably right…that is just how people’ll see these things. More monsters. I’m sorry Noah, but it’s over. For now.”
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose and collapsed into his office chair. He looked at the bank of servers humming along one wall of his office, and the quadscreen display on his desk displaying the data those servers were crunching through. He looked at the shelves of binders on the other wall, binders full of much of the same data taken down in his own handwriting as he made notes of his progress as it had been happening over the last five years. Over.
“What’dya mean ‘for now?’” He finally asked with a heavy sigh.
>>707491466
I'm very supersticious.
>>707516276
>>707516552
The pouches were already weird, but now the fluffies have a culture in the form or a lore?! These fluffies are becoming too intelligent for their own good.
>>707517657
“Get over here, Noah,” Robbie said pleadingly. “Get to the States. But keep your data, keep your samples. Keep everything you’ll need to get this back on track. I’ve got a new position set up over here for you…it’s fluffy disease research, nothing spectacular, but it’ll keep you in the game. We keep you here, keep you visible, maybe in three or four years the worst will blow over, and they’ll be drooling to get your pouch fluffies on the market. I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do for you.”
Noah was quiet as he reached for the bottle of Smith’s 12 he kept on his desk and poured himself a double. “Yeah, alright then Rob. Get me a ticket, I can come over in a couple’a weeks.”
Robbie fell over himself thanking Noah before he hung up to make the arrangements. After the call ended, Noah finished his drink, poured another, finished that and then poured a third before he stood up, a little unsteadily, and walked to the window. “Keep the data, keep the samples,” he murmured to himself in a tuneless little singsong. “Yeah fine, sure. But can’t exactly keep *them* in a desk drawer, can I?” He pushed aside the vertical blinds, letting sunlight pour into the darkened office. A story below was a verdant green courtyard where three dozen brightly colored puffballs laughed and played, blissfully ignorant of the fate that had been decided for them.
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Aaaand that's all there is of the pouch fluffies stories.
>>707488024
damn
Am the only one wondering, why fluffy plushies don't exist?
>>707488024
>my birthday is tomorrow
>wake up to find out mom's dead
This is going to be a really good birthday..
>>707507394
clever girl...
>>707519999
Nice quads
Also, that picture, to me, shows what was the intended customer for fluffies before the PETA raid mass breakout, young children as their first pet. Another thing, I can only assume the claw is padded with rubber and/or cloth.
>>707495428
next part?
>>707520975
Goddamnit
>>707521058
Kek
>>707520975
That's a thumbnail, dude. Here's the full size.
>>707489519
Jesus, I thought my handwriting was bad.
>>707488024
Fag
>>707521201
Thanks, don't know why it saved as a thumbnail the first time
I like this one if only because of how cute it would be to have a fluffy as a Wal-Mart greeter.
>>707521602
Should have voted for Trump
>>707495428
>>707521937
>>707521864
>mfw fluffies
Easily one of the greatest fluffy comics ever.
>>707489671
middle east is that you?
>>707522974
Don't know 'em
AAAAAAAAAAAAND image limit reached. New thread time.
>>707523144
Start it after this dubs check.
>>707523144
Link?
>>707520975
Ah, an image for ants, I see.
>>707488024
eat ma dick
