fluffy thread Hug wired abuse its all welcomed
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Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
fluffy thread
Hug
wired
abuse
its all welcomed
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>>711966076
....normally a hugboxer, but i like this for....personal reasons....
bump
>>711967325
Its weird how ok I would be if this was a reality. But posts like this make me kinda think twice about it for a second. Just a second.
>>711967598
thanks other anons!
>>711967690
np
give me some good stories pwease
Post emotional torment.
>>711968161
> pwease
You're a grown-ass man. Stop talking like a retard.
>>711968353
huhuhuhu why so meanie
>>711968429 you are entitled to your roleplay anon.
>>711968353
Dont yell at trolls anon, it doesnt fix anything. Escapism is the reason we are all here in some way or another.
>>711969026
Just because they cant use their words as well to describe how they feel doesn't make us any better than them. We're all here together forever friendo. Thanks for the quality posts btw, lot of stuff I havent seen before.
>>711969026
get sowwy poopies, fwaggot
>>711969428
> Thanks for the quality posts
np, bud; seeing the same stuff gets a bit old
>>711969491
>fwaggot
at least use the language correctly
>>711969491
okay cool; guess i'll fuck off then :)
>>711969587
This is the most horrific post I've ever seen on 4chan
>>711968618
I fucking hate these "real life" ones
>>711969943
yeah the art style isn't my favorite, I can understand the "real" background making it a bit grittier but I'm certainly not going to say its not worth improving over time. There is a large creative base with Fluff's now but I still worry about discouraging anyone from producing content.
>>711970220
the least we can do is discourage this faggot's art >>711965250
so fucking ugly
>>711966076
Awkward boner.
>>711970542
No? I just said that discouraging people from creating (be it abuse or hugbox) is how these things fade out quickly. Put the hate elsewhere man, these people are just trying to draw thing for you to enjoy. You are entitled to your opinion; But don't get upset when the same shit keeps getting posted thread after thread because you wanted to hurt someones feelings on the internet.
>>711971285
oh no, im not getting angry. that shit's just disgusting.
i can tolerate it since most fluffy threads get filled with better quality, but that shit needs improvement.
>>711971519
Generally when one calls someone else a faggot because of their art they have reached a certain point of anger but whatever shitfuckingtrollcuckcagewearingbeta. Quality takes time, practice takes time. Who knows they could not even be making art any more so it is just a repost! But that just drives my point home of discouraging people to not do anything productive you get the same Fluffy stuck in a shitbox shit posts!
>>711964939
>>711970542
Leave Carnivorous duck alone, he's awesome
>>711964939
Lurking
about time we got some hugbox.
>>711972048
>they have reached a certain point of anger
i wouldn't want to get angry over a fictional pony-not-pony community.
>they could not even be making art any more
i checked the booru a week ago. definitely posting more of that shit.
and yes, practice takes time, but it's not hard to sit there and look at your art and realize "wait these dont even LOOK like fluffies".
my first fluffy art was shit but i sat there and improved (references and shit), this person's just continuously spewing it out.
>>711972143
no.. no no.. no.
>>711972143
Nah he's a raging autist.
>>711972775
Yes! Thanks anon, hope youve gone through the thread there is some great ones scattered throughout.
>>711972896
I dunno, I guess I'm one to leave more room for the abstract, sorry to rustle jimmies.
>>711972988
Always need the balance of hugbox and abusebox with a small hint of wierdbox for a good community.
>>711973190
And heres all three in one.
Forgot to mention sadbox. Not as important as the hug/abuse but is still needed for balance.
>>711973645
-wiggle wiggle- always gets me.
Anyone got stories?
>>711974426
I farted.
>>711974426
Only storys I found were abuse ones. Nothing to horrific though except one where the fluffy deserves it.
>>711974964
red conan shit was so stupid
>>711974763
i like this art style
how much more would microfluffys cost?
>>711966076
You keep this up and my computer keys will stop working.
>>711977585
need reaction image of the blue one last panle
>>711977682
your wish is my command
I though I had seen it all. I was wrong.
>>711972896
>>711972897
I've seen people hate this guy lately. Why? Give me some reasons to hate CD. All I've heard so far is some sperglord anon raging about how his content is repetitive.
http://www.dragon-mango.com/ponygame/fluffy/petshop.swf
for anyone who has not seen this
>>711964939
fag
>>711979306
do you have the loft?
>>711979400
ikr. This is my first time back to /b/ in years. What the fuck is this
>>711979400
>>711979794
>>711979435
- Art is shit compared to the rest of the booru. His art lacks in actually making the 'fluffies' look like fluffies
- And now that you mention it, all he does is shit-related content. never realized it
- Did I mention his shit art?
>>711978039
thanks
>>711979961
CD's fluffies just look so damn ugly, but he draws jellenheimers real well though.
>>711979956
I see. Thanks for the info fam
>>711980400
Somebody say Jellenheimer?
>>711980576
yes post more
>>711979775
Nah
>>711979961
Yeah I get that, I've seen all your posts on the booru and here. That doesn't explain your personal hatred against him. I knew this fluffy thing attracts some weirdos, but you sure are... obsessed with CD.
>>711980667
That was my only one. Newfag to fluffies.
But I see others posting it.
>>711980787
>>711980847
>>711980576
id have a Jellenheimer
>>711980911
>obsessed with CD
im not though? this is the first time i've mentioned my distaste in his art and shit
>>711979077
Story associated with the image
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Cubicle Foals
It all began on a sunny June morning.
I was at my desk, enjoying my first cup of coffee when I get an IM from Janice, our CEO's executive assistant. We worked at a small electronics company who developed, manufactured, and sold semiconductors for larger electronics companies. Mostly stuff you would find in electrical equipment and such, not things your average person would buy or recongize.
We were a small office of about fifty people, with a good mix of administrative, engineers, sales, and support staff. Most of the rest of the company were in seperate offices around the country, all of which blessidly had their own IT staff. I just had to deal with the local people, and handle the companies we outsourced the heavy duty IT stuff to.
Anyway, I head over to Janice's office. She had a nice, big office that was next door to the CEO's.
It has big windows (unlike mine, which has none), a couple of nice big desks (as opposed to my equally large, but old and beat up desk), and she of course has a fast computer with a giant-ass monitor, which she likes to fill with searchbars and "fun" programs and all the other shit that keeps me going to her office. I don't complain. I mean, Janice can be a bitch to some of the other co-workers (especially other women), and she makes all sorts of stupid mistakes on her computer that I really don't want to deal with. But she's also a AAA tier MILF. She's maybe pushing forty, but good god, man. That ass.
So I hurry my own ass down the hall and go into her office. She's there, already standing out of her chair, smiling at me.
"Hey Anon, thanks for coming down so quick. I got in this morning and I started up the computer and it's saying that my anti-virus is out of date and I need to go this website?"
"Oh, that's probably just some malware." I said.
"Let me just check your anti-malware software and we'll get rid of it."
>>711981391
I check her malware program. Sure enough, she had turned it off. I had nagged our COO, who I report to for some reason, for us to get some enterprise-level shit that lets us lock down the software remotely, but the company didn't want to pay for it.
It's ok for our company to send sales people on retreats but god forbid should we spend maybe another $10 per employee per year to get a decent software suite. Not that I'm bitter. So I turn the anti-malware software back on, and run a system scan. Almost immediately, the Found Items count starts climbing. Yep. Four years at college for this.
"Sooo....." Janice asks. "How was your weekend? Do anything fun?"
"Oh yea," I say. "Went out with some friends to the beach. Real nice weather for it. How about you?"
*Peep!* I hear from somewhere in the room.
"Oh well the hubby and I went up to the North Shore because we have a friend who has a home there and it was so wonderful and the clams they have up there are so fresh because they come straight fro....."
Around this point, I usually start trailing off in my head and think about whether or not Janice is happy in her marriage and if she's actually desperate for a young, undersexed early twentysomething IT guy to bend her right over this goddamn desk, but I hear it again.
*Peep!*
"Is....is something in here peeping?" I ask, cutting her off.
"Oh!" She said, not minding being interruped for some reason.
"You must be hearing my fluffies!"
Oh Jesus, I thought. I didn't even know where to begin with that one. We had a strict no-pets rule in the office, which was total bullshit because Harry down in engineering has this really nice dog he used to bring in sometimes. Never bothered anyone, never made a mess, never barked, but they banned pets because someone bitched about animals. And yet there's a fluffy in here?
>>711981163
First time? Not quite. You have a dozen of anonymous posts complaining about the same thing every time.
>>711981998
Don't get me wrong. I don't mind fluffies. I don't own one but a few of my friends have them. I like playing with them when I visit, but I think of them like how I think of my nephew. He's fun to play with, but when he needs a diaper change, I hand him back over to my sister or brother-in-law.
Same with the fluffies my friends own. They're fun, but if they act up or take a shit, I don't need to deal with it. I go home and put my feet up and relax. I look under the desk, and see nothing. Janice laughs.
"Over here, silly." She guestures to a large, clear-plastic box. I look in, and raise my eyebrows. Inside are three foals: a green one, a blue one, and a red one. All are earths who have the darker versions of their primary colors for their newly growing manes and tails. The box is lined with a very finely particled litter, with a few toys and a small milk bottle on the side. I open my mouth to say something, but I can't pick the right words to say all the things I'm saying.
"They're called Cubicle Foals." Janice helpfully says. "They're like regular fluffies, but they don't get much bigger than this. In fact, they really don't develop much further than this, even mentally. They're like permanent foals."
"That's.......interesting?"
"I have a cousin who works at Hasbio. This is one of those....um......what do you people call it when a product is pre-release?"
"You people?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I'm your standard white nerd guy, and this makes Janice laugh loudly.
She's your standard married-into-money, doesn't-have-to-work, not-so-subtley-very-racist white woman. She loves that kind of humor. I'm not racist but sometimes you have to play to your audience to get them to like you.
"Do you mean a beta program?"
"Yes! That's what he said. It's a beta program. I'm to see how well they work out."
"Well.....good luck?" I blurt out. I'm still speechless.
"Thank you!"
>>711982219
>a dozen of anonymous posts
this must be bait
>>711979306
literally cuck porn
>>711979435
after about 750 garbage shit tier posts, his art finally "evolved" a tiny bit. now his grotesque subjects have larger eyes. still looks like the doodlings of an 8th grade sperg lord, tho
the subject matter of his posts lack originality. literally copying other people's ideas all the time.
used to constantly bring stupid drama and attention to himself in comment sections. I don't think he's allowed to post below other people's submissions anymore, thank god.
most booru visitors simply ignore his shit.
>>711972775
>hugbox
fagget
>>711982535
We look at the anti-malware program. The Found Items count is at 4000 and growing. I look back at her, and while she's looking at the screen I look down her blouse. I gaze into her exposed, freckled cleavage. I'm at half-mast right now.
"So.....can I hold one of your foals?"
I ask, trying to keep her eyes up and away.
"Oh sure! Just be careful, they're babies!"
I look in the box and all three are lying together in a fluffpile in the middle. The green one has his head on top of the the red one, and is occasionally peeping. All of their eyes are closed. I'm not sure if they're too young or are just trying to sleep.
I gently pick up the green one, and it begins chirping loudly. The other two sense a problem, and being chirping as well.
"Sorry, should I put him back?"
"Oh no, it's fine. He's probably just hungry. Here, you might want this."
She hands me a handful of tissues, which I quickly take and put the foal in on its back inside of them. It keeps its eyes closed, and wiggles its little legs up at me. It's making this weird "Eeeee eeee eeeeeee!!!!" noise at me, so I rub its little belly until it slows and stops. It closed its legs around the finger I was stroking its stomach with, and began suckling on my knuckle. After a few seconds, it scrunched up its face and took its mouth off.
"Muh....muh....mawma! Miwk!"
Janice gasped. "Oh my god, it's first words!" She said, grinning ear to ear. I couldn't help but smile as well. We spent the next fifteen minutes chatting while I waited for the anti-malware to finish.
>>711982765
Oh, I always figured he just keeps to himself since I never see him comment. I guess that explains it.
>>711983163
I hand-fed the green foal with a little bottle, and she fed the other two.
The green foal wasn't interested in playing much. It couldn't see, and it kept swaying its head around, probably looking for its sibilings.
I returned him to his little box and the three cuddled up and almost immediately dozed off. I left her and the foals after the search and cleaning was done.
Honestly, at the beginning I felt like I wasn't happy because of her exception to the no-pets rule, but by the time I left, I was glad to have the fluffies in the office.
>>711982765
look at me, i'm the new CD
I think what he upload coming boring, it's like the banana in ylyl. always the same cancer shit and never a OC.
CD must stop or change his fucking monsters who don't have any relation with the fluffyworld.
oh, i forgot the left side and the jellenshity
>>711982219
>thinking it's just one person
>not realizing tons of people hate CD
>>711984705
No way to know for sure, considering they're all anons.
>>711984089
>>711984396
>>711984606
>>711985093
goodness, for a second, i thought CD actually posted on here
dose anyone else see the ugly girl ad at the bottom of the page?
>>711986050
>>711986160
>not using adblock
>>711986665
>not using ublock
>>711983868
It was a bitch getting this separated out.
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Cubicle Foals, Part 2
The rest of the week went normally. I did the usual shit. Cleaning of viruses. Setting up new computers. Arguing with the asshole IT guy from the Ashburn office because he couldn't connect to our file servers.
On the following Monday, I was walking down one of the hallways when I heard the sound of children's voices from one of the whiteboard rooms. These were conference rooms with no tables or chairs, just a big whiteboard on the wall. Engineers loved 'em for planning meetings.
I looked into the room as I passed, and spotted Janice with her three foals, sitting on the ground. The had grown into regular sized foals, with their manes and tails grown out. Also in the room, sitting in a circle around the room were Katie, a support rep, Tommy, one of the guys from shipping, and Barbara, one of the other secretaries.
They were all talking and laughing while the foals ran around. The red one stopped and looked up at me. She waved a little, unsteady hoof.
"Hewwo nice mistah. Pway wiff babbehs?"
The group looked up at me, and Janice waved me in. I sat near the green foal.
"Hey little buddy, remember me?"
It cocked its little head to the side, but still smiled up at me.
"Nu kno mistah. Is nice mistah?"
"Yes, Leaf. This is Anon, he fed you once when you were a baby!"
The foal gasped, and put his legs up, expecting me to lift him, which I did. I gave him a hug, and he giggled loudly.
"Wub nice mistah! Wub mummah!"
I gently put him back down, and he ran round and round with his other two siblings. They giggled hysterically, yelling about "chasey" games and hugs. Typical fluffy shit.
"Jan, you know Harry is gonna be pissed when he knows there are fluffies in here now."
Barbara said. "He brought that dog in every day."
"Hey, I didn't complain about that dog. I was fine with it. Besides, fluffies are a lot cleaner than dogs."
>>711986822
>not fapping to the ads
>>711979961
The dude's art is ugly, but it's effective. He's probably the second best artist at making fluffies look pathetic as shit
So what the fuck is the point of all of this? You fags fap to it or wat?
>>711987245
Yes. Exactly. I'm furiously masturbating right now. I can barely type.
>>711987245
the point is to piss off normies like you
>>711986868
"Oh, are you sure about that?" She said, pointing at the red foal.
It was hunched over, eyes squeezed shut, making an "Unnnnnn nnnnnnnnn!" noise as a few bullets of shit popped out of her rear.
"CHERRY!" Janice yelled at the top of her lungs, causing the red foal to jump.
"Those are bad poops! You are a bad fluffy!"
She quickly scooped up the foal, and walked her to the back of the room, placing her in the plastic bin which she apparently brought over from her office.
"You stay here for the rest of play time and think about what you did!"
She quickly walked over and picked up the shit with a few tissues, and threw it into a garbage bin in the back of the room. Cherry huuued and cried, but Janice and the other adults ignored her. The two foals kept looking back, but said nothing. Apparently Janice had been training them well. The yellow foal stopped, and looked at Janice and at his sister.
"Chewwy is.....bad baby?"
"Yes, Butter. Cherry has been a bad baby and made bad poops. She stays in the box until its time to go back."
Butter waddled over and hugged Janice's knee, making a pouty face. Janice patted his head.
My cell rang, another emergency from another office, and I left. The foals all waved goodbye, even Cherry in her box.
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For most of the week, I didn't see the foals at all. Janice didn't have any issues, and I was busy with problem after problem elsewhere in the company. Friday finally came around, and things calmed down.
I was hanging out down with the engineers, who were a pretty cool group of guys who also tended to take it easy after lunch on Fridays. I was at the desk of Carl, one of the senior engineers, arguing about Android vs. iOS, when we hear a child's voice from the hallway.
Was it a bring-your-kid-to-work day that we didn't know about?
>>711987245
see >>711979956
I don't like the torture stuff myself but I am sure some of these people fap to this.
>>711987584
thanks for the story
>>711986822
>ublock
what the fuck is ublock
>>711987154
in this case, i'd rather have quality over quantity.
it's making a mockery of the good artists that take time in their work
Does anyone have the tags for the story about the two groups of microfluffies raised apart?
It started off with "Be you, owner of what you can presume is the largest Nutragel farm in Texas " but the only result is some spammy website, I think its on the booru
>>711987584
We all peered out the large doorway into the hall, and a little yellow foal wobbled into view.
Butter was sniffing at the edges of the hallway, trying to walk steadidly on his unsure legs. They must have been at least three weeks old at this point. Most fluffies would be most of the way to adulthood at this point, but these guys were still wobbly little babies.
I wondered if she was lying about these being some new prototype, but there was the proof, right there in the hall.
*sniff sniff* "Dees nummies? Butta fin nummies fo sissy an bwudda. Fin bestest skettis. Nee biggest nummies fo big babbehs! Dis nummies? Butta fin bestest nummies...."
Carl elbowed me, and slowly pulled out his nerf gun. Like most groups of nerds, this office had a ton of nerf guns and other similar toys. I shook my head and waved my hands, but he ignored me. He aimed slowly, and fired.
The foal didn't hear the snap of the trigger, but the little foam dart struck him right on the side.
Surprisingly, it knocked him right over.
I had been hit with those things dozens of times and was pretty shocked it could knock anything over, even a little chubby foal. Butter, laying on his side, began breathing quickly and heavily, and popped his head up, looking around in a terrified manner.
He quickly scrambled to his feet, and we could hear his quick, ragged little breaths.
He looked around desperately. "Hoo.....hoo hewt baby? Nu hewt baby, is gud baby! P-p-p..... "
He spotted the little foam dart on the ground, and hopped back with a shriek. He quickly laid down, covering his eyes with his hooves.
"Nu-u-u nu hewt baby, big munsta! Baby nu nummies!"
Some chuckles rang out in the engineering room as some people quietly formed a semi-circle to look out into the hallway. After a few seconds, Butter slowly lowered his hooves from his eyes. He stared at the lifeless dart with bloodshot, tear-filled eyes.
"M-m-munsta nu h-h-hewt baby? Nu tawkies? N-n-nu mo hewties?"
>>711988107
I assume you're talking about the Darth Maracas story. Pic related.
>>711988341
He slowly got to his feet, and snorted. He made a few prancing movements, and snorted again, scrunching his brow down in anger.
"Bad munsta hewt baby! Baby gib sowwiest hoofsies!"
He lurched forward and gave the dart a few little stomps with his front hoof. He stumbled and fell over, letting out a shriek as he fell, but quickly stumbled back up to his feet. A few loud laughs came out of the engineers.
"Nu hewties! Nu hewties! Nu hewt baby! Baby gib sowwy bities! Make munsta nummies! Baby nu nummies, MUNSTA NUMMIES!"
He began chomping on it, his little weaning teeth barely sinking into the foam. Some of the engineers were wiping tears from their eyes, they were laughing so hard at this scene.
This caught Butter's attention. He took a few proud steps towards the room.
"Hewwo nice hoomans! Nu cwy an be scawed! Baby gib sowwiest hoofies and bities to wowstest munsta! Baby gib BIGGEST HEWTIES!"
The engineers roared with laughter, and Butter turned back to the dart, and squatted.
"Take foweva sweepies, munsta!" he declared, and a pile of wet runny shit poured out of him onto the dart.
A shocking amount, I couldn't believe the little body could hold that much shit at once. The engineers let out a loud "OHHHHHHHH!!!!!" in unison and ran back to their desks, laughing but not wanting to be seen with this obviously not-HR-safe situation. I quickly grabbed a handful of tissues off Carl's desk, and snatched up Butter.
"Eeeep! Nu fastest upsies, mistah!"
He said, quivering. "Pwease nu hewties, baby jus wan tu gib biggest hewties to munsta!"
"Sorry buddy, but we better get you out of here" I warned him.
I pointed at Carl. "That's your mess to clean up. I wouldn't let the boss see that."
Carl shrugged, and grabbed his box of tissues. I quickly headed down the hall, back to Janice's office. Butter bragged the whole way about his victory.
>>711989045
Ah yes thank you Anon.
Have another image.
I think I need to separate my saved fluffy images from rest of my 4chan images.
I may have a problem.
>>711989045
As expected, it was empty, except for the two other foals. A cardboard box was laid across the door, but they had obviously pushed it aside far enough for Butter to get out.
Leaf and Cherry were playing loudly in the room, but stopped to look up at us. The both waved and greeted me, and Cherry immediately began chewing on her hoof.
I placed Butter back down inside. I put the box back in front of the door, and stuck a large book inside of it, hoping it was enough to keep them from pushing it. I waited a few minutes for Janice, but had to leave to finish up the rest of my tasks for the day.
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The weekend came, and I made a point to stop in at Janice's office to check on the foals on Monday.
I entered to find them sitting in a semi-circle around her on her desk. She was spoon feeding them what looked to be chicken soup. She smiled and waved, and the three foals turned and looked up at me, smiling but not speaking.
"Good morning, Anon! How was your weekend?"
"Great, how are the foals?"
"Oh, they're doing fantastic! Just getting their mid-morning snack!"
She spooned up another spoonful of broth and put it up to Leaf's lips, which he slurped up loudly, and giggled.
"Weafy wub bwoth!"
"Is that....chicken noodle soup?"
"Well, it's actually just broth." She corrected.
"I heard this is good for their immune systems. And then seem to love it!"
I turned to Butter. "Hey little buddy, have any more adventures this weekend? Fight any more monsters?"
Butter cocked his head to one side, looking confused.
"M-m-munstas?" He asked, nervously.
"Oh, I heard about that. Carl is such a fucking asshole sometimes."
All three foals suddenly gasped.
"Mummah sed bad wowd!" Leafy yelled.
"Nu bad wowds, mummah, p-p-pwease!"
"Why mummah make poopie sounds? Butta nu wike!"
"Wow...." I said.
>>711966076
>>711989585
"Sorry, they don't like vulgar words. According to my cousin at Hasbio, I guess they programmed fluffies originally to freak out like that if you say certain words. It's a kid-proofing thing to encourage kids to not swear or to have people swear near them. It's......annoying to say the least. I guess it's one of the things that vanishes after a few generations because of ferals and backyard breeding...."
"Is......is that one crying?"
Sure enough, Cherry was hunched over, arms criss-crossed in a self-hug across her chest. She was whimpering, and little tears were dropping down onto the desk in front of her as she sniffled. Leaf hugged her, whispsering to her that it was ok.
"Oh my god, I haven't seen them get that upset about it."
She sighed.
I picked up Cherry, and tickled her fat little stomach.
She giggled in between sniffs.
"Dun wan scawy wowd mummah...." She whimpered.
"Hey, how about I take you for a little walk? Ride in my little shirt pocket here for a little bit so you'll feel better? If it's ok with mummah?"
Cherry's tear filled eyes lit up, and she looked to Janice. She nodded.
"That's fine, just have her back before lunch, ok?"
"OTAY MUMMAH!" Cherry yelled before I could answer.
I slipped her into my shirt pocket, which turned out not to be as good of an idea as I had heard it was due to her size. She was big enough to stand in the pocket and still have her head poking out, which she did for most of the morning. Most "pocket riders" I had seen out in public were smaller, and sat on her rear legs, with front legs hanging out of the front. It worked out, however.
I went from office to office, doing the standard stuff like removing viruses and toolbars, replacing keyboards, etc. Cherry charmed our coworkers with her little sayings and giggles. She was pretty well behaved.
Until, at least, I got to engineering.
have some quick oc for a good fluffy thread
>>711990116
I stepped into the big engineering room with its rows of desks, and found nobody. I just had to drop off a new mouse for one of the guys, but everyone was gone. Cherry quickly began squirming.
"BABY NEE DOWN! WET BABY OWT!"
"Relax Cherry, what's the problem?"
She was squirming around, trying to jump. She was moving so much I was afraid she was going to fall out of the pocket.
"WET OWT WET OWT WET OWT! CHEWWY GUD BABY!" She shrieked.
"Ok, ok, hold on."
I grabbed her, and lowered her squirming body down to the ground, afraid she was going to get dropped. Once when I was out at the mall, I saw someone accidently drop a foal from pocket level, and......well let's just say the results aren't pretty.
As soon as she got down, she immediately began dashing a few feet in one direction, then back another way, and then another way. She obviously was panicked and had no idea where to go.
"B..b...baby is gud fwuffy! GUD BABY!" She yelled out to nobody in particular.
She made a bee line down a row of desks, and then vanished under one. I noticed something rolling after her, and it took me a few seconds to realize it was a little nugget of shit.
Fuck, I thought.
She needed to shit.
She was panicking because she didn't know of a litter box in this room. And soon enough she was going to....
"Hhhhnnnnng. Hnnnnnnn!" I hear in a little voice somewhere in the office.
Fuck, I thought again.
At least this looked like it was going to be a dry one. I walked between the rows of desks, looking under each one. The engineers had these big, old fashioned desks with little clearance underneath where the drawers were, so I had to get down on my hands and knees to find her.
After a few minutes, I spotted her. She had gone to one of the desks pushed against the wall.
There was a little pile of (thankfully) dry shit balls, and Cherry was next to it. She was laying on her back, quivering legs up in the air, like a dog in submission.
>>711990687
nice. Need to start to learn how to draw those things.
>>711991067
get some references and have fun with it!
>>711990855
She was watching me, terrified.
"Nu hewt baby" She whispered softly. "Nu can fin witta bawks. Poopie pwace nu wisten......"
"It's ok, Cherry. You're a baby, these things happen. Come on out and I'll take you back to momma."
"F-f-f-fo hewties?"
"No, no hurties. I promise I won't tell her about the poopies. Just come out please."
She just tucked her legs into her chest, and kept shaking. I tried reaching for her, but each time she just scooted further back, making "Eeeep!" noises.
I could have moved the desk, but these things were damn heavy and made large screeching noises as the legs dragged against the ground whenever I needed to get back there for work reasons.
I didn't want to spook her more than she already was (since that would make her run anyway), or have her get hurt in the typical fluffy fashion somehow.
I sighed, and heard a voice above me.
"Trouble?"
I looked up, and saw Mike, one of the senior engineers, standing above me. This was his desk.
I quickly explained the situation, and he nodded patiently through it.
"My wife breeds these things. I know a trick or two. Let me give it a try."
He knelt down next to me and peered under at Cherry.
"Hey girl, come on out of there. We want to give you huggies!" He told the foal, semi-cheerfully.
Cherry merely tucked her chin into her chest.
"Ok, how about skettis? Baby want skettis?"
Cherry's eyes lit up a bit, but faded back down.
"Baby tu witta fo sketti, need miwkies....."
"Ok, let's try a trick I learned from another professional breeder."
He reached an arm out, palm up, and waved his index and middle fingers together towards himself in a "come here" motion. Cherry's eyes instantly glazed over, and she got to her feet. She waddled out to us, and looked up at Mike.
"Nu daddeh? Gib housie?"
He quickly picked her up, and put her into my hand.
"No, little girl, you already have a momma."
The hypnotized look left her face slowly, and she looked up at me.
>>711991222
Trips commands it!
>>711991392
If I adopt that picture into my canon I can see a lot of problems arising.
>>711991392
The panic seeped back into her face, and for a second, I panicked thinking she would jump. Instead, she tucked her legs under her belly, and tucked her nose down into my palm.
"Nu....nu hewties mistah....nu meen bad poopies.....nu fin witta....huuuu....nu hewties babyyyyyy....."
"I'm not...."
"Huuuuuu huuuuu *sob* baby tu smaww fo hewties....huuuuu"
She tucked her face down completely into my palm, and she became a little ball of violently quivering red fluff. She began making these loud sounds that were a cross between a whimper and a wail.
"That's a trick I learned awhile back. Hasbio engineers programmed them to react certain ways to certain signals. Most of these signals tended to wear off as the generations of fluffies passed...."
".....like the swearing reaction?"
"Exactly. That's the 'new daddy' gesture. Lasts long enough to grab them, usually."
Meanwhile, Cherry was making these weird blubbering noises, face down in my hand. My hand was soaked with tears and saliva, and she was still shaking like crazy. I stroked her fluff, but this didn't stop the shaking.
"Hey, she's reacting to this pretty bad." I said, looking around.
"Do you......think maybe Janice is rough with them?"
"Nah, this is normal."
He scratched his head.
"Well, for badly bred foals at least. See, when you do it right, like with licensed breeders or at Hasbio Labs, they breed the mares naturally, and let the mares keep them until they're old enough to go out on their own. That way, it's not so stressful on the mothers, and not so stressful on the children. Also, the mares do a fantastic job teaching their foals right and wrong. The foals grow up in an environment that's very loving, and they occasionally get punished, but fluffy moms in those breeding centers teach them the right stuff the right way."
He sighed.
>>711992013
"Foals in shelters, or backyard breeders, or out in the wild.....they get seperated too young and get taught wrong or nothing at all. They get taught by abusive humans with no patience, or adult fluffy males, or other bullying foals. They don't know right or wrong, or what to do or not do. They grow up neurotic and full of panic, like this. Poor little thing is freaking out because she didn't know where to shit. If she had been with her mom until adulthood, she would have shit somewhere far off and hidden, as to not attract attention or predators."
He shrugged.
"These things are prototypes, I heard. Maybe they weren't raised in.....optimal situations."
I kept stroking Cherry's fluff, trying to calm her.
"Sorry Mike, let me clean off your floor."
"Don't worry about it, I spend a lot of time cleaning up fluffy shit. Just take her home to her brothers."
I quickly went back to Janice's desk, and found her gone. Leaf and Lemon were sleeping in a little fluffpile in their box. I hushed Cherry, and put her down in in the pile. She snuggled up to her brothers, sniffling.
"Nu h-h-hewties?"
"No, Cherry. But you need to stop crying or else mummah will know you did something."
"*sniff sniff* Otay. Nu teww mummah bout bad poopies?"
"No, it'll be our secret." I said, giving her a wink and scratching under her chin.
She giggled.
"Wub nice mistah...." She whispered, and closed her eyes as she lowered her head onto her brother's stomach.
I tiptoed out of the room, and let them sleep.
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End of story
>>711992307
Thanks for posting, anon
>>711992307
Thanks
>>711992307
Fucking garbage.
>End of story
MASSACRE THEM!
>>711992897
Watch out, we've got a guy so edgy, he's cutting diamonds
>>711992897
Wats'a'matter, buttmad you didn't get your abuse fix?
>>711965507
what even is this
>>711992897
Here's an ending for ya then:
>And then ShaDio the Brandhog from the Devil May Cry series came in and used [The World] and guns and razor dildos
>And everything dies forever
Bet you
>>711993690
this >>711979956 may help
>>711993372
love that picture.
>>711966793
i stumbled upon this thread in random, what the fuck
>>711992675
That's almost painfully cute. Made my Yordleboner die instantly.
>>711968353
finally someone agrees
Is thread needs an enema
>>711965180
Middle East is that you?
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>>711991392
I have another story related to the image in this post.
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The Forever Baby
You are taking a leisurely walk through the park, enjoying the fresh spring air. Flowers are blooming, trees are green, honeybees and butterflies flitter through the air, birds are singing, a squirrel twitches its bushy tail as it watches you suspiciously from the base of a tree, everything is perfect.
Especially compared to being cooped up indoors all winter.
You nod politely to a small fluffy of indeterminate gender as it waves at you; it resumes devouring an apple danish someone dropped on the ground as you walk past. Since the city enacted strict regulations, the feral fluffy population has declined to manageable levels and they pose far less of a nuisance.
They're actually tolerated now, since they're relatively few in number (your town has somewhere around a thousand in total, divided into twenty or thirty herds of varying sizes, plus individuals and small families) and the lack of desperation due to scarcity of food and harsh conditions has made them less demanding and less inclined to beg for 'nummies', hugs, and a new home.
Thanks to the new regulations, a wholesale extermination program throughout the summer and a harsh winter, and 'free nummies' distributed by the city that reduced fluffy fertility (it didn't keep them from reproducing, but it ensured their population more or less maintained equilibrium, avoiding the population explosions that led to all the problems with ferals in the first place.), you typically only saw one or two feral fluffies on any given day, rather than dozens or even hundreds, and they were quiet, stayed out of the way, and only rarely bothered you for attention.
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>>711995536
still want one
>>711969428
faggot
>>711964939
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>>711995547
As a result, people had gotten far more lenient toward the little fuzzballs and a live-and-let-live policy took place. Abusers were frowned upon; they didn't get punished the same way as people who abused cats or dogs, but people certainly thought there was something wrong with them.
People who were overly obsessed with fluffies got about the same treatment; the nightly news featured a segment on one senile old lady who had fifty fluffies crammed into her house, all suffering malnutrition and poor hygeine... and that was the ones who were still alive. Animal control confiscated all the fluffies, about half of them had to be put down due to illness or impending death via starvation, and the house was condemned and burned to the ground. The crazy old lady, lacking next of kin, was put into a state institution for the elderly with dementia or other mental problems, and a new house was built on the foundation of her old one. The surviving fluffies were donated to several shelters around the city and put up for adoption.
Another news segment that same night showed a fluffy who had been rescued from a trash incinerator by the apartment complex's janitor; he'd heard crying coming from a pile of trash and discovered the fluffy, now named Fusball, in a trash bag. It was debatable whether he would have died from suffocation in the trash bag first, or been burned to death when the incinerator came on.
Fusball was taken to a shelter and diagnosed with serious malnutrition, multiple cracked ribs, an intestinal and urinary tract infection, missing teeth, and was a quadruple amputee. He was also deaf in one ear because his owner had boxed his ears repeatedly for pooping and peeing on the carpet, which the veterinarian said wasn't something Fusball could have helped because of his infections.
>>711995996
A follow up a month later showed Fusball sitting in a large, padded bowl designed for 'fluffy pillows', now much happier and being fed grapes by another fluffy that had volunteered to become his 'special friend' and assistant caretaker.
Fusball and his attendant were being offered for adoption as a matched set at the local shelter, and a kickstarter campaign to help finance Fusball's medical bills and adoption fee had been an overwhelming success.
Police were looking for Fusball's previous owner, intent on charging them with improper disposal of biological waste. The city council was also putting a proposal to have fluffies protected by the same laws as other animals to a vote during the next election.
Things were definitely looking up for fluffies in your city, and the adorable little fuzzballs were reciprocating by not covering the landscape in shit and furry corpses. All it had taken was proper population control and giving them a food source so they wouldn't raid lawns and trash cans. Other nearby towns have started copying the measures taken by your city, though not all of them have met with success. There was even a news segment on NBC about your town and how they 'fixed' the fluffy problem.
You smile and wave at a pair of adult fluffies sitting in the grass next to the trail, the mother proudly showing off her new foals to you. If the fluffies weren't demanding or begging for food, shelter, and love, they also weren't afraid of humans any longer. They were learning coexistence.
Well, most of them weren't afraid of humans anymore. You spot a fluffy sniffing at a trash can and it runs into the bushes, screeching for you not to hurt it. Poor thing had probably been kicked a bunch of times while begging.
You don't see very many more fluffies in the park, just one laying on its back sunning itself, two small foals snuggled in its belly fluff. It doesn't even seem to notice you and just hums an odd little tune to its babies.
>>711995261
Isnt it so hott. Watching something so innocent have everything taken away from it? Just like real life. God must feel so good up there enjoying the pain he inflicts.
>>711996274
What a contrast from just a year or two ago! Filthy fluffies running everywhere, sidewalks littered with their shit, dead foals and occasional adults laying in sodden, decomposing messes, fluffies screeching, tugging your pant legs, begging for food, crying over their dead and dying, trash cans tipped over and their contents spilled everywhere, traffic constantly snarled by cars running over fluffies too stupid to stay out of the road... what a nightmare.
You follow the trail as it loops near the boundary of the park, close to the road, and nod approvingly as you see a Fluffy Crossing. It's a little tunnel that goes under the street and comes out on the other side, and is marked by a yellow flashing light and a brightly-colored sign showing a walking fluffy. More for the fluffy's benefit, than the humans. As you watch, a small herd trots out of the bushes toward the road and one, presumably the smarty, stops another fluffy from stepping into the street. It yells something, then leads them all through the tunnel and out the other side, where it leads them into an alley with a small fluffy habitat built in.
The tunnels (or sometimes bridges, depending on the road and terrain) give the fluffies a safe way to cross the road; people griped about the expense of building them, but since the fluffies caught on to the crossings and started using them there have been far fewer accidents involving cars hitting fluffies, and insurance premiums have dropped as a result. You still get the occasional fluffy who's too stupid to use a crossing and gets turned into road pizza as a result, but most of them have learned that crossings are safer.
Its his sister.
>>711996555
The small habitats, basically just plywood and sheet metal shanties to give the fluffies some shelter from the weather and a place to sleep, has concentrated them in certain parts of town; fluffies naturally congregate where it's easier to find food and shelter, and this keeps them out of other parts of town where they pose more of a nuisance. Again, people screamed bloody murder about how this would simply encourage the feral population and was a waste of tax dollars, but after trying everything else and failing, the city council went for it and, surprisingly, it worked.
Fluffies hadn't gotten any smarter or more sensible, but they understood rules, even unwritten ones, and they took the path of least resistance, and as a result their laziness and tendency to loosely conform to generalized rules meant they did more or less what people wanted: they stuck to the areas where it was easiest to find food and shelter, they stopped raiding trash since they had enough to eat, they stuck to the safest means of crossing roads and thereby avoided traffic, and they (mostly) stopped pestering humans because they were more or less comfortable and safe. And since the 'free nummies' provided by the city drastically dropped their fertility ('special huggies' wasn't a nearly 100% guarantee of pregnancy anymore, and litters were usually smaller), their birth rate more or less matched their death rate and the feared population explosion never materialized.
Life was almost back to the way it was before the hordes of ferals everywhere.
Almost. You hear a loud chirping under a nearby bush, smile to yourself, and get on your hands and knees to look under the bush. Sounds like a momma fluffy has her litter under there. Maybe she'll let you see the adorable little critters.
You immediately frown upon looking under the bush. There's just one foal, and no adult fluffy to be found. Was it abandoned, or forgotten?
"C'mere little guy!"
>>711996899
You gently scoop it up and hold the peeping, shivering foal in your hands, looking around for its mother. There are no other fluffies in sight. It looks a little big and its eyes are open, so it isn't a newborn; you guess that rules out it being a runt or 'dummy baby' that would be abandoned at birth. So why did its mother leave it behind?
The foal chirps pitifully and curls in a ball in your hand, hugging your thumb.
"D'aaaw!"
Well, you can't leave it all alone here. It'll starve or get eaten by a predator of some sort. Guess you'll take it back to your place for now, and if none of your friends want it you'll turn it in at the shelter; since the feral population is kept in check now, the shelters in town all have plenty of room for more fluffies and can care for the ones they've got with their limited funding, whereas before they were all overcrowded and could barely feed them all.
You get the foal home and set it gently in a bowl with a washcloth, which it hugs like a teddy bear while it continues to cheep for its mother. You leave it there while you walk down to the shop at the end of the block, check their pet section, and grab a bottle and formula for fluffy foals.
Returning home, you fill the bottle, heat the formula, then pick up the foal and gently push the nipple to his mouth. He's obviously hungry, from the way he's taking on, but he doesn't seem to recognize the nipple as being the same thing as his mother's 'miwkie pwace'. You squeeze a couple drops of milk out and he licks them off his snout, cheeping even louder and trying to grab the nipple between his front hooves. There you go, little guy! That's the idea. He finally gets the nipple in his little mouth and begins suckling greedily; man, he really was hungry! You wonder how long he'd been abandoned under that bush.
>>711997174
Something strikes you as odd, and as the foal continues to nurse from the bottle you use the tip of one finger to peel back his little lips. Huh. He has teeth. They're a little bigger than what you think a foal that size should have and they're all crooked, like there isn't room for all of them, but he definitely has teeth. How soon do foals start getting teeth?
The foal finishes nursing and lets out a burp. You set the bottle down, wrap the foal in the washcloth, and hug his tiny body to your chest. It coos quietly, snuggles deeper into the washcloth, and goes to sleep. You slide the foal, washcloth and all, into your shirt pocket and head out to your car. Might as well get him checked by the vet before you see if anyone wants to adopt him.
The veterinarian is a friendly man in his thirties, with a sparse mustache that kind of makes him look like Doogie Houser pretending to be grown up.
"Well, who's this little guy?"
"Feral, found him in the park. I think his mother abandoned him."
"Huh. Really? He's a little old for that. A runt or defective foal would be abandoned at birth or shortly after; a fluffy mummah isn't going to wait this long to do it."
He does a quick examination of the foal.
"No signs of disease, no deformities to the limbs, it's not- wait a minute. Here we go."
"What? What is it?"
The vet flips the foal onto its back and spreads it hind legs, ignoring the chirps of protest.
"This foal is sexless. No genitalia, male or female. Anus and urethra are intact, it simply doesn't have genitals."
"Is that why it was abandoned?"
>>711997427
"Possibly. Fluffies are more concerned with defects centered around immediate survival, such as deformed legs, blindness, etc. or the bad smell that Hasbio built in to make defective foals more obvious. Most premature foals have the same smell, even though there's nothing wrong with them; until they reach the right level of development and aren't suffering any of the genetic markers associated with defects, they all smell like runts. Now, most runts aren't viable; they have obvious deformities, are weaker and have no immune system, have undeveloped organs that lead to premature death, or other defects. A few are simply smaller than the others, or are perfectly normal, and just smell wrong anyway. Those are far rarer than the tv shows would have you believe though. Most runts simply aren't going to live past a few days, so it's really a mercy for the mother or father to kill them at birth."
"I didn't know that."
The vet shrugs, then continues.
"This little guy... or... whatever, is missing his genitals. Now, that may be enough for his mother to abandon him, but fluffies generally rely on smell more than appearance when it comes to babies, and they're not the brightest creatures, so I doubt his mother ever noticed he didn't have genitals. Whatever his chromosomes are, I'd have to run a blood test to check, that's the gender the baby would smell like. So, considering how old it is, I'd say the mother didn't abandon it because its crotch is featureless or because of how it smelled. Probably any number of other reasons for why she left it behind, such as she got frightened and ran away, or she even forgot she had it in the first place. Like I said, they're not the brightest creatures, and a fluffy with a large litter will sometimes lose a foal and never even realize it."
"Geez. So how old is it, anyway?"
>>711997711
"Well, judging from the size, the vocalizations, and the general lack of coordination and fine motor skill, I'd say a week old at the most. Definitely at least two or three days old since his eyes are open."
"Really? That young? I'd have thought he was older since he's got his teeth."
The vet frowns.
"What?"
"Teeth. He has teeth."
The vet gently peels back the protesting, wriggling foal's lips and holds a light and a magnifying glass to its mouth.
"What the... ok, now that is bizarre."
Looking up at you with a bewildered expression, the vet drums his fingers on the table in thought for a few moments.
"Sir, I'd like to keep this foal for the rest of the day, run some tests on it. Don't worry about the cost, I'm doing it to satisfy my own curiosity. All you'll pay for is the checkup and the immunization shots. Can I get your number? I'll let you know what I find, and you can have the foal back at the end of the day. That is, if you still want it."
"Uh, sure, I guess. What sort of tests?"
"I've honestly never seen a foal like this before, and I'd like to know more about it deformities. Maybe even get an idea of why its mother abandoned it."
"Ok. Sure."
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The vet gives you a call right before closing time and says you can come pick up the foal. You were headed that direction to pick it up anyway, so whatever.
As soon as you enter his office, however, you immediately know something is up. The foal is hugging its washcloth and cheeping quietly to itself, belly distended from having recently been bottle fed, and laying under a heat lamp. The vet seems excited and grim at the same time.
"Well, I think I've found the reason why it was abandoned."
"What's that?"
"This foal... is between three and four months old."
"Uh, shouldn't it be nearly full grown then?"
Keep it up story anon, this is really good stuff!
>>711998033
"Precisely. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't done the analysis myself. But the tooth development, the calcified skeleton rather than the more cartiliginous skeleton, the presence of the mane and tail, and a few other signs all point to this foal being somewhere around three or four months old. It should be an adult fluffy, or just short of it. But it's not! Its size is that of a week old foal, its digestive system is still adapted for milk rather than solid foods, its only vocalizations are the chirps of a newborn foal- it hasn't said a single word since you brought it in, and its muscular development and coordination are those of a week old foal. Whatever defect caused it to be sexless has also prevented most of its body from developing normally. In essence, it isn't aging. Normally when you see a defect this severe, the organs are all messed up; either the lungs are underdeveloped, or the heart grows and ages normally and becomes too large for the chest cavity. But there's none of that! This foal, to the best of my knowledge, would probably live a normal fluffy life span without aging a day. Now, once it got to the same age as an elderly fluffy, it would start showing signs of aging, brittle bones, tooth loss, greying fluff, etc., but physically and mentally it would still be a week old foal."
"That's... weird."
"Immensely! I took a couple blood samples, one's going to the veterinary lab in Chicago for an analysis and the other is going to Hasbio; they're the experts when it comes to fluffy genetics, maybe they can tell us what sort of defect or mutation caused this."
>>711998564
"So why did it get abandoned?"
"Simple. Its mother knew something was wrong with it. It wasn't growing 'big and strong', as fluffies like to say. It probably took its mother a while to notice it wasn't growing properly, like I said they're not very bright, but if she had other foals in the litter to compare it to, which she probably did, she could tell something was definitely wrong. Considering its age, she either decided it was a 'dummy baby' and abandoned it so she could devote her attention to her healthy, viable offspring, or she simply couldn't nurse it any longer and abandoned it because it was easier than watching it slowly starve to death."
You look down at the little ball of fuzz, sleeping peacefully in the warmth of the heat lamp, and shake your head.
"So... it's going to be a helpless baby forever?"
"I'm afraid so. It'll never learn to walk properly, it'll never eat solid foods, and it likely will never learn to speak. It's stuck like that for the rest of its life. Now, that's not so bad for the foal; humans and fluffies alike are happiest as infants, when they're warm, safe, and loved and they have no responsibilities or concept of hardship beyond being cold or hungry. But for the owner? Unless you find a fluffy who is nursing but has no foals of its own, you're going to have to bottlefeed it, and fluffies can't nurse forever unless they have another litter or get expensive hormone treatments so they continue lactating."
"Hormones. That could work, right?"
"Temporarily, but the nursing mare would eventually realize there was something wrong with the foal and abandon it in turn."
"No, I mean, couldn't it be injected with growth hormones or something?"
>>711998729
"It's not that simple," he replies, shaking his head ruefully. "It's a genetic defect, and artificially introducing growth hormones with this sort of severe mutation would have unpredictable results; the organs would likely grow faster than the rest of its body, leading to a slow, lingering, painful death. Or it could get a form of gigantism. All kinds of problems. And its mind likely still wouldn't develop into a normal, adult fluffy. It would be a baby in an adult's body."
He gently strokes the sleeping foal as he continues speaking.
"Really, there are only two options: be prepared to care for a baby for the next several years, or put it down."
"Isn't there some other way?"
The vet shakes his head, then suddenly looks thoughtful.
"Actually... there might be. I mentioned that it could be nursed by a fluffy with no foals of its own, but that would only be a temporary measure since she would eventually realize there was something wrong with it. But what if that were the entire point?"
"I don't understand," you say, feeling confused.
"He could be a surrogate! The shelters often get feral mares who've lost their foals to predators or in an accident, and they often have difficulty coping with the loss, especially if they're still nursing. Most shelters will give the mare a stuffed foal for company and the mare will treat it like a real foal until she's lost the ability to nurse or has gotten over the trauma and is emotionally healthy again. This foal could be used the same way, but it'd be a real baby for the mothers to care for and nurse! Once she gets her head in the right place again or decides to reject the foal because it isn't growing up, it can be passed to the next mare! The mares won't develop any strong attachment to it since they'll inevitably reject it as defective, and the foal will never even know the difference. Just pass it from one mother to another. It could be the best therapy tool for fluffy mommas ever seen!"
>>711999083
"I dunno," you say, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, you don't want the poor little guy... thing, being passed from one fluffy to another and used as a surrogate for its dead children until it becomes unwanted again. On the other hand, you also don't have any way of caring for something that will be a helpless infant its entire life.
Now you know how parents of kids with Downs feel. Well, ok, that's taking it a bit far, but you at least have a vague inkling.
"I could talk to the shelter myself, explain the situation, work things out with them. And if it doesn't work, the foal will just go up for adoption like any other or be mercifully put down, whichever is best."
"Well, I guess you're the expert on these things." You're kind of relieved the problem is being taken off your hands now.
"I'll make the call right now."
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You're George, a technician at Hasbio. You read the letter from some veterinarian, look at the photos, x-rays, MRI, and examination notes, and then decide to run the blood tests. This IS a weird mutation; you've seen some really crazy, even horrific, defects in fluffy ponies, but this one is definitely unique. Maybe you should alert someone higher up the chain; this might be worth looking into, try to figure out what caused the defect.
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You're Babbeh. You're a fluffy babbeh. Every day is wonderful. Warm. Soft. Safe. Loved. You love mummah. Sometimes she changes color, she smells different, and her miwkies taste different, but mummah loves you always, and you love mummah. Sometimes you get pushed away and it's cold and you get hungry and chirp for mummah, but someone always comes along, comforts you, and then you're back with mummah again. She might look, smell, and taste different, but you know she's your mummah, because she loves you.
You nestle snugly into mummah's fluff, belly full of her warm miwkies, and gently settle into sleep as mummah sings softly to you.
You love mummah.
>>711999416
You're Peter. You glance around the Hasbio board room, wondering what the meeting could be about this time. Not another damn lawsuit, you hope.
Allen, the overweight jerk in the cheap suit and scruffy beard, points to the screen on the wall and begins the meeting.
"Gentlemen, and lady, may I introduce to you the latest concept from our research and development department."
"Al, what the hell am I looking at?"
"The Forever Baby."
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Ever hear the phrase "too long. Didnt read" faggot?
>>711999792
looks like someone didn't pass fucking preschool
learn to read. it's not an essay
>>711999983 →
operation make /b/ great again
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>You will never have the unconditional love and trust that a Fluffy is genetically programmed to give the owner.
>>711999792
>doesn't read
Dude not reading isn't something to be proud of
>>712001338
that why they are killed so easily
>>712001721
can they eat meat?
>>712001776
That's why I would take care and love as many as I can. People might not like me, but Fluffs might just love me.
>tfw you never see your contributions reposted
>>712002028
they are rats
>>711964939
Links to translator pls?
>>711980686
Keep it going man...
>>712002899
It was gone last time I looked.
http://lingojam.com/fluffspeaktranslator
Maybe taken down.
>>711964939
>hug
biggest homo of them all
>>712002899
I've tried the link, but it doesn't seem to work. Odd.
http://lingojam.com/fluffspeaktranslator
>>712002486
I owned a few pet rats. They are surprisingly lovey animal. Cute little buggers.
>>712003301
how many parts does this have?
>>711968618
More of this plz
>>712003725
This is the last one I think
Then here is a new chapter called the loft
>>712004163
The Loft part 1
>>712004436
Part 1.5
>>712004626
part 2
>>712004807
Part 3
That's all I have so far
>>712001922
Some stories have them as being omnivorous but leaning towards being herbivorous. They can eat meat but they simply prefer not to.
.>>711999792
How does it feel being an illiterate ignoramus?
>>712005259
herbivorous sounds more believable
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New thread?
>>712008753
OP here
start one if you want
>>712008753
I'll chum it with ten sadbox pics if you start it and link it here.
>>711964939
Error: comment too long (2574/2000)
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>>712009567
Thread with actual stuff in it: >>712009050
