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Fluffy Pony Abuse Thread
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Seeing a fluffy pony thread on /mlp/ that didn't include these stupid fucking little ponies being tortured to death really triggered me.

Please help me feel better.
>barack obama
y tho
fire rises against thee

Where do you come from anon?
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I wouldnt lump flufflepuff into same category as a fluffy pony, I still like her.
mlp+pol why?

How has rule 10 been treating ya?
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I thoroughly enjoy it
>mlp + pol
The fuck?
Get the fuck out.
You didn't answer my question
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What is rule 10?
and what is rule 10, exactly? can you inform me, sir?
>keeps avoiding my question by asking more questions

spam shills with horsepussy

why yall gotta be cringelords desu
Spam shills and reddit wit horspucci
alright, you passed.
I've got my eye on you...
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Wtf is wrong with IDs?

What issue are you having anon?
>>>/s4s/ you retard

>>/qa/ post fucking fluffy pony abuse or get out

What's that you say Jew?
Based Pinkiemod is fucking with someone else's flag instead of mine? cool!
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Do we run him over now?

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Try clicking on peoples IDs. It should highlight the poats they made in thia thread, right? Try checking every reply in thia thread. Its like there is some weird samefaggotry going on.
Ah yes. All you need to do is click the user ID again to remove highlights.
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whoever this 'mod' is is an /int/ subverter trying to derail my thread

why did you disable bumping?
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While I understand the appeal to fluffy abuse, mlpol is probably not the place for this kind of posting, the community is not as grimmdark as /mlp/
I dont like fluff abuse either but it can make for some neat raid material variations.
Being exposed to gore every once in a while keeps us from getting too soft.
Seema like it, thanks.

Phoneposting sucks
you can suck my dick
>mlpol is not as grimmdark
says who?

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becuz fuck u
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Would be nice if people who were in positions of authority had the decency and obligation to explain themselves
It's amusing
>Not with staff
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I took notice of you because of your posting style/content. It seemed out of place to me. This thread is now a designated shitting thread because fluffy abuse is kinda low quality shit. I'm not going to delete, all I ask is that you keep it to this thread. You're obviously new here, and we're happy to have you, just be sure to lurk, learn the culture. Welcome to mlpol.net anon.
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>regular posters are literally outnumbered by staff
>staff gang up on people who post things they don't like
>literal circlejerk
>can't handle lines drawn on paper
>we're not a grimmdark community (cringed)
>board has like 20 regular posters so lets make it's guidlines even more obscurely specific so that we alienate the majority of our original user base
>new here
jesus our mods are retarded
Lurk moar
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Embrace the mods anon, embrace them
I'm sorry about that, a moderator evidently does not like fluffy abuse threads. Fluffy is not banned on mlpol.net. You thread will have the bumplock removed. I apologize, and please carry on


Dump incoming

>there was a fluff bread on 4/mlpol/
Hurr Durr your noo here
I need to know! Does this have a good ending? Nestle won't get hurt anymore, right?
nevermind, its still pretty mental.
not sure if i am okay with a fluffy thread on the front page. we already had one here that 404ed a long while ago. that shit is both retarded and disgusting.
All there is of that series up till now, i think they guy is still making moat
Last time i read this it was two years ago. I haven't seen more since.
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I really don't mind but im afraid it would generate drama.

This thread, there is some people coming planning about the fluffiest and a lot of people dumping abuse.
It's kind of funny, this started as trolling to derail mlp threads with fluffy ponies and now people post ponies on fluffy threads to derail them.

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I want to see them suffer
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we usually dont bump here. unless you have new content, try to restrain yourself from doing this. this thread is a pretty low quality topic as it is.
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also i hate the google chrome pony now. never liked her, her artist was always a libcuck.
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Then just hide the thread....
You say this thread is low quality yet you don't contribute by posting fluffy ponies.
Get out.
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I usually dont hide threads unless i suspect them of shilling. You are in your full right to post whatever you want. That said, this wont cut it though. Even the mod word by word said this is a low quality thread and judging from the general responses this thread got, the posted content and the overall activity pattern I would vouch to anchorbump it, so that it naturally progresses to 404.

We had a Fluffy Pony thread for educational purposes when MLPOL.NET was newly founded. While it maintained some degree of initial interest, few people have a genuine desire to see it here on a regular basis. I would go as far as to say a thread like this is bad to have on the frontpage of our main board if we have new users for visit here.

To keep in /pol/ context I think
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We could have a thread to discuss fluffy ponies then kill this one, but i think hardly anyone would want to post on that, besides what is there to discuss about fluffy ponies?
They are little horses made to be killed, we would get more discussion out of degeneracy: The game (attached)
There are infinite possibilities you can think of--different scenarios that they deserve to die in, suffering, and torture driven narratives. Your lack of creativity is very apparent due to your inadequacy of derived taste in fluffy pony threads. Hans is a text book left-brainer with no purpose in life who could easily be replaced by a computer, while my right-brained antics will award me with a bright future of innovative solutions and significant contributions to the human race.
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>fluffy abuse -> contributions to human race
Sorry, even I can't reach that high
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>There are infinite possibilities you can think of–different scenarios that they deserve to die in, suffering, and torture driven narratives
I'm a grimmdark junkie, I know this stuff for quite a while now, yet I don't see what good can it bring to mlpol, to anyone in general.
It is but an appeal to the most basics of instincts, it doesn't even teach you about what causes fear not good torture techniques nor anatomy and it definitely doesn't makes you more tolerant to gore if someone's head explodes by your side.
It is just silly amusement, like watching porn, you get nothing but instant pleasure and a few laughs out of it.
>Your lack of creativity is very apparent due to your inadequacy of derived taste in fluffy pony threads.
Now now anon, it is a logical falacy to use personal attacks to argue. My creativity has nothing to do with this.
>Hans is a text book left-brainer with no purpose in life who could easily be replaced by a computer
Where did this come from?
I'm I supposed to know who hans is?
>(...)while my right-brained antics will award me with a bright future of innovative solutions and significant contributions to the human race.
How and why? Read my first paragraph and tell me how fluffy abuse gives you more creativity.

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You're actually retarded and there's no hope for you. Hide thread and move on already.

just to clarify that >>620 is not me, I am me. You are You.

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I think I was responding to the slovak who has been relentlessly harassing me across all threads with his reddit hugbox attitude and "Don't like what I don't like!" elitism. Hans is fine; at least he understands sarcasm.
The heck are you talking about, i just said there is nothing to discuss about fluffy abuse, its just something a tiny group of people like and that is why it should not be on the frontpage of /mlpol/
If you are too much of a retard to understand my point just respond to this without a proper argument.
So you may know i like fluffy abuse, you meanie
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A small amount of people is still a large amount of people given the relative tiny size of the total userbase. And that was in relation to a very small group of people pushing for a hugbox for the mentally disabled called /selfimprovement/, which is even less related. Fluffy ponies is at least pony related thus has a place on the main board. I could see an argument saying that its not quite related to ponies **enough** even though it is, but there are plenty of things on the main board that are even more off topic than fluffy ponies that are still up. Literally the real reason this was moved is because some mods have contrary opinions so they abuse their power.
Now that's more like my language;
Indeed I did not count on the random shitpost threads that are up and people don't give a damn if pony related or not, you have quite a point there.
Now thing is we should measure the quantity of people that want fluffy ponies on the main board, if we make a proper argument and we call for votes, we could get that gore on the front page, specially since the rules say "ponies allowed, no exception"
If mods are too much of a fag to see some gore and ponies dying, they should man up, the mlp fandom was funded on this shit, it will only make our users used to seeing this and ignore it whenever they want to argue instead of getting triggered.
You have a clear path anon, defend your ideals, If you want I will advocate for your cause.

The move to /sp/ it wasn't anything malicous. The fluffy pony thread was created before /sp/ was created and we felt that the thread would be better suited on /sp/ and get more traction on /sp/ than the main board. We didn't move it out of hate or distaste toward the thread, it was discussed with a few of the staff members and we agreed it made sense to move it here on /sp/.

As for the locking of the original when you move a thread it auto locks the original thread it's part of the software we use and how it is setup. We have manually unlocked the thread on the main board. We do respect the fluffy pony threads as a part of /MLP/ culture and will protect it's right to exist on mlpol.net
>discussed with the staff members

Why wasn't this discussed on mlpol.net? It could have just been put to a vote. I'm sure enough people including the mods could have arrived at a consensus on the board. And why does this thread keep getting moved around by different mods? And why do you say this thread would receive more traffic on /sp/ than on /mlpol/? That's obviously not the case because 10 times as many people go on mlpol as they do sp. I appreciate some of the mods who stood up for this thread but the ones who didn't should think less about their emotions and more about the rules that the board was founded upon. What exactly constitutes shitposting is a highly subjective topic, but absolutely no shitposting allowed is a very unappealing attitude to exhibit while maintaining a board. A form of censorship and a tactic the left often uses is simply saying something they don't like is just shitposting in order to get it removed so they can perpetuate their hugbox atmosphere. Also calling in the mods to censor is a more divisive alternative to self moderation by the users who can use numerous methods to slide threads they don't like, or just hide them. These pathetic pleas can be observed by scrolling up in this thread. Read the policy page; nowhere does it say gore isn't allowed. Not sure why lines on paper would trigger somepony so much; it's not even real. Also, have a sense of humor please it makes the board less stale.

I understood that the main thread was locked a second time because it was moved, I'm just confused as to why the thread was moved in the first place. I've even had completely normal political threads randomly deleted before, and banned for reposting them without any reason given about its deletion. At this point it's not even worth it for me to keep complaining to the mods because some mod will just fuck with it anyways. I'll just have to accept that some of you are faggots I guess.
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There are no rules against gore or fluffy, and as stated in the moderator's post above, this thread now exists both on /mlpol/ and on /sp/. There is no censorship of fluffy, both threads are fine.

>I've even had completely normal political threads randomly deleted before, and banned for reposting them without any reason given about its deletion.
Can you please elaborate on this? I would like to know what you are referring to. I do know there was an individual who was accidentally banned a few weeks ago, during the height of the /inta/ raids, because he posted a thread three times from three sepetate IPs, and it was thought he was an /inta/ infiltrator or raider. Could you please provide more information?
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Oh yea that was me. There was no reason to be suspicious. I posted a political thread with one archived link.
We could use some reorganization but I am paranoid of /inta/ operating on mlpol.net
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I see. We're sorry about that. That was in a week where /inta/ was raiding every few hours, and had done things like posting an IP harvester from a "spamming tools" link in a thread they made. I believe the first two threads you were posted from proxies with no history on the board, like all posts from /inta/, which must have been what lead the moderators on at 3:00 AM that night to believe you were attempting a false flag, making a normal looking post to acquire a posting history, or had some other nefarious purposes. To be sure, they'd have seen you were a regular user if they had checked your posting history, but it was the heat of the moment and late at night. I unbanned you in the morning when I looked through the ban list and recognized your hash. We're terribly sorry about that, and have resolved to be more cautious.
I'm the mod who banned you, sorry about the mix up. As mentioned it was during the period while we were being raided. inta at one point had a thread up about how to infiltrate and divide us, they specifically mentioned that we take posting history into account when banning so they advised their users to try to build up a legitimate looking post history and then start gradually making distracting or divisive slide threads, similar to how shills on /pol/ operate. Obviously anyone attempting to create this kind of environment is something we would want to identify and root out early as it is precisely the kind of thing we created this board to get away from.

As a result we were (and are) keeping an eye out for new ips posting suspicious looking threads. The thread you posted was initially deleted because the tone of the post came across as nu-pol style writing and the associated IP had no post history. I deleted it to see what you'd do. When the exact same post came through again twice from two different ips, I decided to treat it as an infiltration and ban.

Again, sorry about the mix up, just be advised mods tend to be a little more trigger-happy during periods where the board is being actively raided, and we're more suspicious of ips with no posting history, particularly when the first post is a new thread. If you use proxies or post from a phone, this can sometimes cause us to mistake legitimate posters for raiders.

kek the fluffy thread is saved
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I used to draw fluffies, but then newfags from /b/ took over the fluffybooru and turned it into the polar opposite of everything the original fandom had been about. Their version of the fandom is based entirely on sheer hate and disgust, so everyone who liked or would like the original concept takes one look at the booru and decides that that mindless ragebox isn't for them.

The oldschool fandom was something truly unique, and surprisingly deep too. It still has its fans, but it's hard to get them together when the most famous site of the fandom is now dedicated to demonizing fluffies and depicting them as the most heinous things imaginable.
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I'm afraid I don't know anything about the oldschool fandom. I discovered this fluffy business on /b/ around 2015 or so I think, in the form of "fluffy abuse threads." I laughed my ass off the first time I saw one. I had no real connection to MLP at the time and didn't really like or dislike ponies or bronies. I personally just found the idea of an entire fandom devoted to thinking up new ways to torture obnoxious imaginary creatures to be the funniest most autistic thing I'd ever seen. It's a perfect anti-aesthetic: the poorly drawn images, the ugliness and repulsiveness of the fluffies even when they're drawn well, the stupid baby-speak they do and the way they shit on everything, the ridiculous stories people concoct about them that always end in some kind of excessive ridiculous mutilation of the fluffy. The whole thing is just so tastelessly over the top I can't help but kek at it. I'm legitimately sorry they don't allow those threads on /b/ anymore, it was one of the last types of threads on that board that I found worth lurking; fluffy threads are funnier than "Andy's logs" at any rate.

I only ever understood the "fandom" in terms of the ridiculous over the top fluffy abuse images, I don't really care about the hugbox stuff or any of the mythology the fandom has created, I mostly just lurked the threads to laugh at crazy shit. Basically I can't see this fandom as anything more than a source of cheap laughs. I guess I'm part of the problem you described.
Is it true that all this Fluffy Pony nonsense was once someone's boringly happy fanfic about bio-engineered cute life forms that barely shit at all due to eating special animal kibble or some shit, but fans found this so boring they made their own ultra-violent fucked-up version where the Fluffies were stolen by bioterrorists and turned into the world's biggest pest, shitting all over the place because real food does that and their minimal-waste kibble wasn't produced any more thanks to lawsuits?

I heard this grimdark-ifying of the original material made its initial creator leave the fandom in disgust, while creating something so edgy and ugly and dark that only the pathetic bullyfags were able to find any enjoyment out of it and mocking the occasional "Hugboxer" who wants some cute pony shit to happen in the setting, rather than another "Adult cool edgy" abuse fantasy.
The fuck is "Raunch" supposed to be? I refuse to play the game and find out until somebody tells me.
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>I guess I'm part of the problem you described.
Nah, that kind of stuff is exactly what most people enjoy.

Now THIS describes the actual cancer of the fandom! Fluffies have always faced gory deaths, but /b/tards thought that they'd also have to be irredeemably evil in order to deserve all the abuse. They wanted to feel like heroes while abusing defenseless creatures so they had to come up with every possible way to make the fluffies as despicable as possible. Their interpretation of fluffies became the literal opposite of the original concept and is now known as the hellgremlin fandom - a fandom dedicated entirely to getting enraged by hideous little psychos encapsulating "all the worst sides of humanity". The post in >>601 describes this perfectly and is toted like the Quran by the hellgremlinists themselves.

Fluffies getting banned from /b/ may well be the best thing to happen to the fandom since its very founding. The appeal of getting trolled by imaginary creatures wears out fast, and without a constant influx of newfags from /b/ to keep the ragefest going, the fandom has again become a more hospitable place for those who actually want to enjoy the fluffies.

Without /b/, the oldschool fluffies are once again becoming the majority, and the last time I checked the fluffybooru it actually left me feeling happier rather than angrier for doing so. I quit the fandom when things were bleak, but now I'm seriously considering getting back to drawing fluffies myself.
Never really bothered to fuck with fluffies, but these screencaps intrigue me. if you don't mind, what is the original media called, and where could I find it?
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The best place for original stuff is http://fluffy.booru.org/ . It has been mostly inactive since the new fluffybooru.org was founded, but since the newer booru has basically become a containment site for /b/tard rapefugees I'm hoping the fluffy.booru site could reawaken as a hub for the original fandom again.

Speaking of fluffybooru (without the dot) becoming a containment site, the state of the fandom outside it isn't as bleak as fluffybooru might suggest. The vast majority of people on other sites and imageboards still like the original fluffies, and it seems fluffybooru.org is really the only place where all the shit and hatred has been distilled in.
Gonna start a Wobbly Headed Bob sort of thing with my own twist. Updates will come whenever I feel like writing this kind of thing.
>Be fluffy horse
>Pink mane, blue coat, not that it matters.
>The poof of your fur has kept you sufficiently warm since you were born a few hours ago.
>You're still very hungry, every nipple occupied by the other eight greedier members of your litter.
>They've bucked your body every time you toddled over to her, bruising the pink skin under your thick coat with their surprisingly strong legs.
>Reason won't work.
>Waiting until nightfall, you check back on your sleeping mother to see that she's laying on her stomach, teats covered.
>You feel tears running down your face. You're starving.
>Looking over to the largest of your litter, you notice that her head is nestled into the fluff of your mother.
>Quietly trotting over to her, you gently push down on and to the side on it, careful not to wake her as her breathing becomes muffled.
>Waiting for a while, her breathing slows, eventually ending with her lying lifeless on the side of your mother.
>The eighth slot was yours for the taking.
What happen to Egoralexeev? He's one of top on abuse quality content.
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Don't worry, they're not real animals! They were artificially created in a lab and all their instincts are just genetic programming. Their emotions aren't real, they just *act* like they were happy, sad or hurt according to situation!

PS. This is the hypocritical in-universe explanation to why fluffy abuse is legal. With too many suffering fluffies to help, this legal semantic is enough of an excuse for most to let sleep with good coscience despite the countless starving fluffy families outside their doors.

I figured it was worth explaining this, since in /b/ the hypocricy just flew over many people's heads and they took the "not real animals" rhetoric at face value.

I'd really like to see this concept revitalized here, but I never lurked /b/ when it was in full force. Would you mind spoondfeeding me a few of the less obvious things about the rules of the universe?
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I remember lurking the /b/ threads when they were a regular thing, I was amused by the whole Fluffy thing well before I got into the actual Pony fandom. I actually wouldn't mind reviving it here, but at this point the "fandom" may be too scattered and I wouldn't know how to go about drawing anons from far and wide to an obscure corner of the internet like this. Perhaps an advert thread on 4chan/trash/ would do the trick, if we kept it bumped and treated it like a general there.

Anyway, here's the quick rundown of the lore as I remember it:

>a company called Hasbio began genetically engineering fluffy ponies as companion toys for children
>they were designed to have the approximate intelligence of a five year old human, and genetically wired to speak in babytalk that would appeal to children
>they were also designed to be rather physically fragile and to not live very long, so that they would be likely to expire at around the point the child would probably start losing interest
>basically a combination toy and low-budget low-maintenance pet
>however the prototypes somehow escaped into the wild before the species was perfected
>the prototype fluffies were freakish abominations
>functionally retarded semi-sentient creatures that shit everywhere, speak only in annoying pidgin baby-English, and can die from the slightest injury
>unfortunately these things were also genetically wired to breed like rabbits (probably to keep the costs of reproducing them low)
>the escaped prototypes start breeding, soon there are fluffies literally everywhere
>they eventually become a huge public nuisance, to the point that human governments feel compelled to start making policies about them
>after a brief debate, it is more or less decided that the creatures are not sentient and have no rights, and are a public health concern due to fluffy corpses and feces all over the place
>it is therefore declared to be open season on them
>while there are still some people who breed them and sell/keep them as pets as intended, it is generally agreed that feral fluffies are a public menace that people are gently encouraged to "dispose" of wherever they are encountered
>this policy, combined with the "cuteness aggression" that the creatures tend to inspire, gives rise to an "abuser" culture that tortures and kills feral fluffies for amusement
>abuse is considered to be a morally-justifiable outlet for human feelings of aggression and sadism

That is the basic story as I understand it. The details vary from story to story and author to author, but there are some general tropes and details that are agreed upon:

>fluffy personalities are the embodiment of every negative human characteristic imaginable
>they are selfish, stupid, greedy, have an extremely low time-preference, show unreasonable favoritism to "pretty colored" babies and are unreasonably cruel to "poopy colored" babies
>they are physically fragile, their bones break easily, their legs can be pulled off easily, and they are generally very simple to take apart
>the overwhelming majority are Earth types, but Unicorn and Pegasus also exist (Alicorns exist but are extremely rare)
>Pegasus wings are useless and Pegasus fluffies are virtually indistinguishable from Earth fluffies
>Unicorn fluffies usually tend to develop a "smarty complex"
>Smarties believe that, due to their horn, they are smarter than other fluffies and exhibit excessive arrogance and overconfidence
>they become bullies who make themselves leaders of fluffy herds
>other fluffies usually recognize "smarty" status and follow them voluntarily
>however, smarties are just as stupid as other fluffies and their stupidity usually causes them to make terrible decisions that result in the demise of their herd
>smarties are particularly popular targets among abusers due to their being even more obnoxious than other fluffies

>fluffy speech is a uniform pidgin-English that sounds like exaggerated baby speech and is hardcoded into their DNA; meaning that even fluffies in non-English speaking countries are born speaking this way
>fluffies generally pronounce their Rs like Ws ("sowwy stick" as opposed to "sorry stick"), and words ending in Y are usually written with an "eh" instead ("daddeh", "babbeh", etc) this can make fluffy dialog difficult to read at times
>fluff-speak has designated terms for certain things hardcoded into it as well, such as "nummies" for food, "miwkies" for milk, "wowstest owwies" for pain, "fowever sweepies" for death, etc.
>most fluffy terms for things are simplified and based on function, such as "see pwaces" for eyes, "heawwy pwaces" for ears, etc.
>fluffies can be taught human words for things, but will seldom internalize any of it and will usually forget and revert back to fluffy-speak
>when physically or emotionally tortured past a breaking point, fluffies enter a death-wish phase, where all they will say is "wan die" over and over

In addition:

>fluffies shit constantly no matter what you feed them and are very unhygienic creatures
>domesticated fluffies can sometimes be taught to use a litterbox but this is about the highest level of intelligence you can expect from them
>a vaguely-defined hierarchy among fluffies exists based on color, with "pretty" pastel and neon colors being seen as better and "poopy" colors like brown or puke green being seen as lower
>human breeders usually adhere to this hierarchy and price fluffies according to color
>female fluffies (or "dams") usually are depicted with exaggerated crotchtits
>male fluffies are often depicted with comically undersized genitals

Anyway, that's all I can remember off the top of my head. If anyone has more, feel free to add.

Huh, that sounds pretty neat. I could writefag a bit here if you wanted to kick things off.
Go ahead, I would be in favor of it. I remember it being a pretty hilarious and fun bit of autism and I would like seeing it revived if people are interested. Here are some resources if you want to immerse yourself in it and get a feel for it.

Oh yeah, a few other things I remembered:

>fluffies' favorite food is spaghetti with marinara sauce, which they call "sketties". they are also commonly fed a kibble type food which they don't like as much. Fluffies who are used to eating sketties will often be upset at being served kibble and will shit on the floor by way of protest.
>feral fluffies usually feed on garbage, grass, and whatever else they can forage (which is usually not much since they are incredibly stupid). They are often shown starving and freezing in dark alleys, whining about how they wish they had sketties to eat.
>some cities place feeding machines in places where the feral population is large. the machines offer "sketties" to the fluffy in exchange for a "babbeh". The baby is dropped into a chute, "something" happens, and spaghetti comes out. It's used as a rather creative and cost-effective population control measure. Some fluffies seem to understand that they are killing their babies in exchange for food, and eschew the machines, although since fluffies are stupid and therefore frequently desperate for food, they usually end up using them regardless. A mother sacrificing her least favorite baby to feed the others is a common trope, as is a smarty taking babies from the herd in order to feed itself. Sometimes the machines are booby-trapped to kill the fluffy as well as the baby.
>fluffies who have had their legs removed are often referred to as "pillow-fluffs."
>fluffy breeders will sometimes designate a fluffy dam as a "milkbag," which means removing the legs and using her to nurse large numbers of babies until eventually she runs out of milk and is disposed of.
>male fluffies, particularly smarties, are generally very nasty creatures. They will fuck just about anything, which sometimes will include taking an unwanted baby discarded by its mother and using it as an "enfie babbeh." This means exactly what you think it does.
>people who take in fluffies as pets usually get tired of the continuous care the creatures need, and the general ingratitude they display. the "nicer" colored fluffies are generally a little better behaved, but the "bad" colored ones will almost invariably be insufferable little shits. Owners who keep these as pets usually end up getting frustrated with them, and this is a common setup for abuse stories.
>baby fluffies do not initially speak, and can only make a chirping sound. lore varies between stories, but usually it's assumed that the babies begin to speak after a few days.
>some outlets that breed and sell pet fluffies come up with creative marketing methods. A popular and bizarre method is the "foal in a can," which consists of, well, a foal in a can. A baby fluffy is packaged into a can with a feeding tube in its mouth connected to a supply of milk, and another tube in its anus for waste disposal. The foals-in-cans are extremely cheap and the colors are a "surprise." Yes, this is a real thing that people actually write stories and comics about.

Holy shit I forgot how autistic some of this was lmao.
Thank you. I'm no longer in the mood to write tonight, but I'll certainly give it a go when I have time and feel up to it.
>You're sitting on the side of the road, bored out of your goddamn skull.
>Being homeless was never advertised as being so fucking dull, you thought the life of a drifter would at least be mildly exciting.
>But nope, you just sit here on the curb with your shitty cardboard sign, begging for money.
>Could be worse, at least.
>"Nyu daddeh!"
>You take that back.
>There's a reason you normally don't stay in one place that long, and it's because of the filthy shitrats.
>You lightly kick the abomination away with your foot.
>It stops moving.
>A thin trickle of blood flows out of its nose.
>Huh, interesting.
>They're that fragile?
>"Yo! Tom!"
>You sit down on your filthy sleeping bag, a grocery bag over your shoulder shiddering in your grasp.
"I wasn't able to get us any booze tonight, but I think I may have found something better."
>You take out a few latex gloves you pilfered from the hospital and undo the ties on your bag.
>You gently lift up your target.
>You don't want to hurt it, not yet.
>You set it down in the palm of your hand, and it immediately shits all over your glove.
>Thank god you had some foresight.
>Your friend watches curiously as you wrap your fingers around the tiny mass.
>It begins to chirp, clearly not happy with the arrangement.
>Only its head is exposed now.
>You point to your pack.
"Gloves are in there. Whoever can flick the furthest gets wine on the other."
>"Flick what?"
>You grin and pose like a character from one of those animes.
>You hold out your fist and flick the head.
>It disconnects from the spine almost immediately, flying a good ten feet and trailing blood through the air as it goes.
>The body in your hand goes limp, and you toss it aside.
>"Shit man, finally something fun to do! You're on!"
>The battle is hard fought.
>Your friend proves to be worthy competition, flicking the fuckers a few inches than your last attempt every time.
>Finally, you're down to one last one.
>It's an adult, which isn't good.
>Slightly higher bone density and a heavier head, and your friend is leading.
>You wind up your flick and pray to Kek, Allah, the flying spaghetti monster, whatever.
>The thing smiles in its final moments with your finger coming towards it, you had promised it sketties to get it to cooperate. As you obliterate its spine, a beautiful red mist of blood catches the setting sun just right, a rainbow forming in the head's wake as it bounces three inches past your friend's best attempt.
>He sighs, and the two of you dhake your shit-coated gloved hands.
>You're looking forward to that wine tomorrow, but your friend ends up getting murdered by a group of fluffy activists on his way back to his bridge.
>With tears in your eyes, you take the fifteen dollars off of his bloodied corpse and walk into a convenience store.
>While you're checking out with the bottle of wine, you spot a five dollar stiletto behind plexiglass...
Should I continue?
This thread is embarrassing and I don't understand it.

Chechen beheadings have more entertainment value, this is just gay.
Fluffy abuse only really appeals to 5edgy3me folks
Fluffy Ponies represent the worst of humanity: Dumb blame-shifting selfish animals who only care about their own pleasure and make terrible parents.
They do now.
One guy designed Fluffy Ponies to be this obnoxiously perfect Mary Sue race engineered by "Hasbio", and the backlash against that baby-talk bullshit came in the form of people making his fantasy "Realistic". The creatures bio-engineered to shit as little as possible and only eat kibble end up shitting like mad when exposed to real food, etc.
Found one
If you don't like it, why not just fuck off and stop posting?
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>all the butthurt posters in this thread
>several of them mods
ironic, the reason /mlpol/ was so nice when it was on 4chan (for me) was that the ponies drove out all the sensitive /pol/ faggots with fragile tushies who couldn't stand a couple cute ponies, and post quality increased dramatically. Except now it's more like the meanie /pol/ posters are fracturing the fannies of the pony posters who can't stand a couple cute rekt ponies, quite lmao if do I say so myself.
Not to mention the fact that these aren't even OG poners, they're retarded genetic abominations that carry diseases and turn city sidewalks into a mess of shit and piss. I have no idea why this thread has been getting a bad rap since the beginning.
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Hey, I’m a mod and I think this shit is hilarious.
>I think this shit is hilarious.
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Does this mean that fluffy abuse is Football?
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It's the only logical explanation, Sugarcube.
>fluffy abuse
Delet that.
Relax, Fluffle Puff isn't a shitrat.
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Hi my name is cindy the kitty and i love fluffy abuse
Based Cindy
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Absolutely! for a long time, these unfinished, unwanted byproducts of futa pregnancies or failed magic spells have been used in soccer/football, rugby or golf and a few other sports, but also in medecine and spells research or food for actually fine animals like dogs, cats, or dragons.
Oh hey, there you are. I've always kind of wanted a sequel to your anonfilly story, it was a fucking ride bro.
I really need to find some time back and write things again, that's quite relaxing i admit.

fuck it i'm gonna do that nao if I get ideas.

mmmmmmm... me likey, good wank
Notice me sora
i demand moar
>be me
>playing casual fluffies
>basically a fluffy simulator, can hugbox but plenty of tools for abuse.
>Decide to make some experiments
>Create a fuckhuge laboratory
>Spawn two breeding pairs in
>Experiment 1: Adoptive foals?
>Get both mares knocked up
>Both give birth around same time
>As foals are born I swap them with the mothers
>Mothers refuse to nurse any of the babies, kicking them away and oftentimes crushing them.
>Those that don't die outright from getting kicked away starve to death.
>Both mothers depressed from loss of litter.
>Experiment 1 end.
>Experiment 2: Cannibalism by desperation.
>Create different segments of the labratory, a few different holding cells for the fluffs, and a meatcage where deceased fluffies are butchered in preparation for the experiment.
>Spawn a couple fluffies. Luck of luck one of them is an alicorn.
>Decide to make fluffies' irrational fear of "munstah fwuffies" completely rational.
>Put her in a separate cell with no food
>She cries out for daddeh to give her nummehs.
>Her cries go unanswered.
>She is on the brink of starvation and I drop a couple dismembered fluffie parts into her cage.
>She cries out "am sowwie huhuhu" as she forces the mangled fluffie flesh down her throat, gagging all the while.
>Finishes it all, still hungry.
>Fine by me
>Drop an entire fluffie's worth of bodyparts in there. She still doesn't want to eat it, and only eats it once she gets really, really hungry.
>Eventually though she starts eating more of it, and sooner than before.
>Now instead of sobbing and gagging as she cannibalizes, she comments about how good "tummy sketties" and "head ketties" are.
>Experiment end.
>Research note: It seems that fluffies, after eating enough of their own get desensitized to cannibalism, and eventually relish the exotic meal.
>Experiment 3: Reluctant infanticidal cannibalism.
>In another holding cell, place a breeding pair of fluffies.
>After going through the regular courtships of saying "nyu fwend" "hi" and "hi best fwend" 12 dozen times they copulate.
>Female is immediately impregnated, father is placed in another cell.
>Mother eventually gives "biggest poopies" and gives birth to a litter of 3, one of which was stillborn.
>Remove kibble trough.
>Mother cries out for nourishment and is barely able to produce enough milk to keep her two foals alive.
>Eventually out of desperation, she chokes down her stillborn foal just to live a little longer to feed her foals.
>Expect her to then sacrifice one of her foals to be able to feed the other.
>She starves to death refusing to hurt her still living foals.
>Both foals die of starvation. All three are chucked into the meat cage.
>Experiment end.
>Research note: It appears that fluffies that have not yet underwent the process of transitioning to voluntary cannibalism via repeated desperate acts. (Henceforth coined "Wendigo Psychosis" for brevity) are extremely reluctant to eat a still living fluffy, even when faced with the context of a starving mother with foals.
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>Experiment 4: Raising of foals by Wendigo Mothers.
>Recall in a few previous playthroughs that rapist stallions will temporarily ignore the fact that a mare may be a "munstah fwuffy" and still get their "special huggies" one way or another.
>Spawn a dozen or so fluffies outside the lab to exist as a feral herd. Pick out a few males and isolate them.
>One male yells and demands that the "dummeh mares come out and give special huggies"
>Subject picked up and placed in the Wendigo's cell.
>As expected, the stallion rushes over to the mare, completely ignoring the fact she's an alicorn and proceeds to give bad enfies.
>Immediately after the climax he realizes what his mate was exactly and screamed, running from his rape victim and soon to be devourer.
>Wendigo mare proceeds to rip apart her rapist in a predatory manner, and messily devours his entire carcass.
>Place food trough full of fluffie hamburger in cell and await "biggest poopies"
>She gives birth to a healthy litter, and appears not interested in eating them due to the presence of food already available.
>Remove food trough
>Alarmingly quickly she begins devouring one of her foals, saying "look pwetty, taste pwetty"
>Place the food trough back.
>She lets her remaining foals nurse her while she eats from the trough.
>Once they are weaned I place one of her foals in a separate cell with another mare.
>Theres a food trough there full of kibble, so the foal shouldn't starve.
>The foal is preying upon the now screeing and cowering mare, completely ignoring the kibble.
>holy shit, wendigo psychosis is hereditary.
>Experiment end.
>Research note: It appears that mares afflicted with Wendigo Psychosis will cannibalize their offspring, but only in the absence of already present fluffy meat. Additionally it has been discovered that WP is not only caused by repeated instances of cannibalism, but is also inherited from the mother. Additional research may take place to see if WP can be inherited from a paternal source.
>Experiment 5: Exposure of multiple Wendigos to a feral population.
>Allow the surviving offspring of the prime Wendigo to reach full maturity
>Conduct verification tests to verify the presence of Wendigo psychosis
>Pluck a few fluffies from the herd and place them into each of the cells.
>All are messily killed and eaten.
>Fucking Fluffasic Park
>Begin transplanting the Wendigos into the feral herd.
>Immediately they ignore the various wild growing flowers, fruits, and mushrooms on the ground and start sinking their teeth into the nearest ferals.
>Several are killed and eaten in the span of minutes.
>Wendigo Prime corners a foal, begging for no moe huwties.
>She ignores the pleas and kills it.
>Before she could devour it though her son comes up behind her and starts attacking her.
>She screes and is unable to move.
>Try to break up the fight to preserve the specimens, but am took late, she's already been beheaded.
>Damn, what a loss for science.
>The violence dies down. The herd is effectively destroyed, the surviving members and the Wendigo hunters too spread out to interact with eachother.
>Experiment end
>Research Notes: It now appears that even in the presence of available meat there is still a chance that a wendigo will prefer to kill and eat an already living target, including other wendigos. Additionally the abundant presence of wild growing foodstuffs being ignored completely by the wendigos further confirms their preference for flesh. Additional research must take place to determine if they will be content with an herbivorous diet in lieu of prey.
>Experiment 6: Hereditary tests
>Place stallions in isolation separate from females
>Wait several minutes.
>Finally some of the studs cant take it anymore and begin crying out, demanding special huggies.
>Pick one and place it in a cell with disassembled fluffies.
>After several minutes the stallion forgets about his libido and begins crying out for nummies.
>Eventually the stallion begins choking down fluffy flesh.
>It cries and gags and only eats when its desperately starving.
>Soon the process of Wendigo Psychosis comes to its climax
>Stallion is now enjoying fluffy meat and has gained predatory instincts typical for a WP inflicted fluffy.
>Fluffy's libido returns
>Place the Wendigo in a cell with a female.
>Remove the wendigo before its predatory instincts kick in.
>Await the litter.
>Mummah gets biggest poopies.
>Wait for infants to be weaned.
>Not one shows a sign of WP
>End Experiment
>Research Notes: The hypothesis of WP being hereditary through both the maternal and paternal line has been disproved. >WP is now proven to be only inherited from a Wendigo mother.
>Experiment 7: Attempts to cure Wendigo Psychosis
>Remove Wendigo from its steel room, place into a confined grass floor cell.
>Hypothesis: It may be possible to cure WP by undergoing its steps in reverse. I.E force feeding a Wendigo an herbivorous diet.
>Place bowl of spaghetti in cell in an attempt to further entice the Wendigo
>Wendigo outright refuses "Dummeh food" and futilely tries to find away out of the fenced off area.
>Constantly complains "nu dummehs hewe, fwuffie wan find dummehs for num"
>This goes on for hours.
>End Experiment
>Research Notes: It appears Wendigo Psychosis is an incurable mental illness with current tools available. Perhaps in a future update tasers will be added for potential resets.
Personal Notes: It may be tempting to try to intentionally breed Wendigo fluffies to introduce them to feral populations to act as natural exterminators. However current tests have only been performed with fluffies, no animals were available for testing. While it would be foolhardy to suggest that they would be able to harm any wild animal with more natural defenses than a snail, it is possible they may find certain native species in their infant stage vulnerable enough to "num" The last thing we need is to add on to what is already an ecological disaster by having these shitrats try to eat everything weaker than them into extinction.
I've gone insane.
During one of my experiments i saw that the feral fluffy herd had grown out of control and I was getting 5 frames per second. It was just too choppy for me to manually kill them all but I had an idea. I replaced all of the ground with metal floors so that they couldn't eat. Thus starved they were forced to resort to cannibalism. This resulted in a huge amount of wendigos being created, which only hastened the demise of the entire population. At the very end there was only one little fluttershy lookin fluff left, the last one standing. I decided to reward him by building him a pyramid temple in the midst of the blood and shit filled rusting landscape. To the right of the pyramid is his personal harem/farm where the mares produce his offspring for his consumption. it also doubles as his sewage system.
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## Mod
Are ya done?
booru is dead. long live the booru

new site is on https://fluffycommunity.com

Also some pastebin
Instead of trying to start threads on /trash/ and /b/ all the time and having them deleted, why not use this one? It's literally been up since 2017, it's not going anywhere.
fluffies are now reddit


Frenly reminder, Fluffy Ponies are just Yukkuri ripoffs who shit themselves and get tortured. There really is nothing new under the sun.

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Fluffy babies
Shit "smarty" foal
What I'm missing? Why these cute fluffies are hated?
Take it easy
I can't, these little creatures are suffering.
Take it easy!


Biologically it could make sense. Maybe prions? Those are mostly deffective proteins that cause several neuropathies in all sort of species that might have practiced cannibalism. Take for instance the mad cow desease as an example. Some african tribes that practice cannibalism and eat brains also portray feral behaviour.
Given prions are proteins, maybe an infected mare can pass them through the womb to her liter. Just an hipotesis, though.

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I hope you’re all burning in hell or have committed suicide by now
You wish, faggot.
Apple Jack wouldn’t say that
She would indeed.
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Welp, I can’t argue with that sound logic. Guess I was wrong about the character of Applejack. That said, still hope most of the anons that had posted here killed themselevs. Wonder if were the only two that still know this place every exists
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>That said, still hope most of the anons that had posted here killed themselevs.
Sorry, but not. KEK
You can not confirm nor deny a large majority of the posters here haven’t gotten their own wan die forever sleepies, I win
You don't know that. But keep wishing LOL.
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Faggot I may be but at least I’m not the filth that posts in this empty hell
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Actually, do you know where you are? Check again, just in case.
Why are you bumping this thread with no content?
You are posting right now.
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lmao people are actually bumping this thread.

You know what? Fuck it. Just for this fag >>23507 I'm going to dump the retarded fluffy-abuse story I wrote forever ago.

Chapter 1:

So, my wife is apparently a hugboxer. Trust me, I wouldn’t have married her if I’d known, but in my defense I really couldn’t have. Fluffies didn’t even exist when we tied the knot five years ago; now these stupid things are everywhere.

Don’t ask me where they came from. The official story is that some company created them as “pets” or toys or something, but I can’t imagine any toy company would actually be that stupid; more likely than not it was a weapon engineered by a foreign government to drive us all to the brink of madness. Have you seen these fucking things? Who would create something like this on purpose for any reason other than malice? All they do is babble in baby-talk and shit everywhere. If you took a leaky garbage bag, filled it with liquid shit, and spray-painted it some garish neon color you would basically have a fluffy.

But anyway, my wife. Turns out, there are actually people who not only tolerate these things, they actually find them cute and keep them as pets. And it also turns out that I married one of these people, can you believe that? Not long after the fluffies first started appearing all over the place, Heather announces that she wants to “adopt” one. We had just bought a new house, and there was this room at the end of the hall on the first floor that I had plans to turn into a sick-ass game/entertainment room. Nice sofas, big screen TV, surround system; I had it all planned out. And then…nope. It’s a goddamn “fluffy safe room” now. I wasn’t even asked, I was just told.

That’s not even the worst of it. Heather picked out a mare, a big, fat, hideous neon-pink creature she named Ramona. As soon as she brought it home, I realized if I spent more than thirty consecutive seconds around this abomination I was going to wind up breaking every bone in its body, so for a few months I just plain avoided it. So long as it was just one fluffy that I had to deal with, and so long as it stayed in its room, it was all good. But then…well, you can probably guess what happened.

One afternoon, Heather lets her fluffy out into the backyard so it could run around and shit all over my lawn, as opposed to just shitting all over the carpet of what should have been my game room. Heather meanwhile goes inside to fuck around in the kitchen, and wouldn’t you know it? Some bright orange feral smarty wanders in and gives Ramona “gud feews.” I heard the disgusting sound of their copulation through the open window in my office, so I ran out and chased off the smarty with the garden hose, but the damage was done. A couple of weeks later (gestation times for these creatures is apparently ridiculously short) she shits out a litter of foals. The verb is deliberate there; Ramona eloquently described the birthing process as “biggest poopies,” and as soon as I saw her offspring I have to say it was the first thing she ever said that I agree with. So now, in addition to the mother, we have six repugnant little mini-shitrats running around. And did this deter Heather in any way from her fluffy obsession? Nope; she’s got even dumber ideas in her head now.

She wants to become a “breeder” if you can believe that. She’s getting really into it; she has accounts with all these fluffy forums on the internet and they keep encouraging her and feeding her information. She’s obsessed with figuring out how to breed for specific colors; apparently, shitrat enthusiasts are really, really particular about what color their hellspawns are, and whether or not they are unicorns, pegasi, whatever. I guess an “alicorn” is really valuable. I don’t get it at all. From what I can tell, they all shit the same color, and they don’t do much else. Anyway, whatever; not much I can do about it. As long as they stayed in their “safe room,” I could grit my teeth and wait for Heather to get bored. But then one day, it all changed.


Heather was gone for the day, and I had the place to myself. So, I decided to make the most of it and spend my time drinking beer and playing games on my PC. At one point I realized I had to pee, so I got up and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. Our house is pretty old, and most of the first floor is carpeted with thick blue shag that was popular in the 1970s. My wife wants to get it replaced at some point, but I actually kind of like it. However, as I was walking, I suddenly noticed an annoying little high pitched voice:

“Spwow! Babbeh spwow! Hee hee, babbeh spwowin’!”

It was clear enough that the sound was coming from one of Heather’s fluffies. I was used to hearing these things spout all sorts of idiotic gibberish, and I didn’t pay it any attention most of the time. What had me a bit more concnerned, though, was that I was hearing it in the hallway. Then I glanced at the far end, and saw that the door to what should have been my game room was slightly ajar. From there, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

I looked down at the carpet, and sure enough, there was a little trail of shit spatters leading out of the crack in the doorway and running down the hall in a zigzag pattern. I followed it with my eyes, and there was one of the foals. It was a little blue one, male I think, though the difference is pretty negligible with fluffy foals. The little dipshit was scampering around, moving from one random direction to the next and babbling incoherently about “spwowin.” I think it was trying to say “exploring.” The shag carpet was pretty thick, and to a little shitrat foal it would have been like wading through tall grass, but the slow movement didn’t seem to dull its enthusiasm. However, it seemed like the extra exertion was taxing its already limited bowel control, so with every third step or so a little bit of shit would squirt out behind it. I groaned audibly. Have you ever tried scrubbing fluffy shit out of shag before?
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The sound of my groaning seemed to attract the foal’s attention. It stopped not far from me and looked up with a joyous expression on its horrible little face.

“Wook daddeh!” it cried triumphantly. “Babbeh spwow!”

“I can see that, you little faggot!” I cried, in a mockingly cutesy voice. The fluffy, however, didn’t seem to comprehend irony; it wasn’t put off by anything I said to it.

“Babbeh spwow! Babbeh wuv spwow!” it continued to crow, as if it genuinely believed that aimless wandering around the hallway was an achievement it ought to be proud of.

“Hey faggot,” I said, still with my mocking cutesy-wootsy voice, “Don’t you know you’re supposed to stay in your goddamn safe room?”

The “babbeh” looked up at me in confusion suddenly.

“Why daddeh call babbeh ‘Faggot’?”

I forced a smile so hard it made my face hurt. I leaned down with my hands on my knees, looking the obnoxious little creature right in its eyes, though it didn’t seem to even remotely sense my hostility towards it.

“Because you’re a little faggot, faggot!” I said. “Look at what you did to my goddamn carpet–”

However, I couldn’t finish the sentence, because the foal suddenly fell back onto its hindquarters and began clapping its tiny hooves together and laughing.

“Babbeh am Faggot! Babbeh am Faggot! Faggot wuv nu name! Faggot wuv ou, Daddeh! Babbeh am Faggot, babbeh am Faggot…”

The idiot just kept singing this to himself over and over while clapping his hooves together and laughing. In spite of how angry I was, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing myself. Jesus Christ these things are stupid, I thought. Does this little moron seriously think that ‘faggot’ is its name?

After the initial amusement though, it occurred to me that this might be a problem. My wife was super protective of these things, especially the babies, and she knew perfectly well that I didn’t like fluffies. If she heard this thing calling itself Faggot she would instantly know that I’d had something to do with it.

“No no,” I began. “Your name isn’t Faggot, I was just calling you a name…”

I trailed off, because the idiot was clearly confused.

“Babbeh nu am Faggot? Siwwy Daddeh! Faggot am Faggot! Faggot wuv nu Daddeh…”

Its babbling seemed to jog something in my memory that I’d heard about fluffies. Apparently they have some kind of biological programming that registers the human who names it as its “mummah” or “daddeh.” And once it’s named, that’s it’s name; I could torture this thing and it wouldn’t ever acknowledge that it’s name isn’t actually Faggot. I was basically screwed; there was no way to reverse this. Looks like I can forget about sex for the next month, I thought grimly as I watched Faggot do his stupid little “wuv-Daddeh” dance.

A weird idea suddenly crossed my mind, and I glanced once more at the slightly open door that the foal had come through. It didn’t look like any of the other “babbehs” were in a “spwowin’” mood, as I could see no sign of any others wandering through the door, and there was only one trail of shit. I crossed the hall quickly as I could, while avoiding stepping in the shit splatters of course, and peered inside. I saw the unmistakable hot-pink blob that was Ramona, sitting in the center of the room. I counted five foals bouncing merrily around her, and Faggot made six. All shitrats accounted for. Ramona looked up at me and began to yammer some fluff-speak gibberish about her “wittle spwowin’ babbeh,” but I didn’t bother to listen to what it was. I rudely slammed the door while she was in mid-sentence and pulled it tight, making sure it had closed all the way and couldn’t be nudged open again.

With the door shut, I returned my attention to Faggot.

“Hey little buddy,” I said cheerfully. “Did I hear you say you like ‘splorin’?”

The little blue foal nodded its head enthusiastically.

“Faggot wuv spwowe!” it cried.

“Hey, that’s great, Faggot!” I cried, all cutesy-wike. Like. Cutesy-LIKE. Fuck, now even I’m talking like these things. “I’ll tell you what: how would you like to become a professional explorer?”

Faggot looked confused for a second, but then he began to once again clap his hooves like a retard and chirp in that little singsong voice again.

“Faggot wan spwowe! Faggot wuv spwowe!”

That sounded like a yes to me.

“Alright, Faggot, then I’ll tell you what: I’m going to make you a cadet in the Fluffy Aeronautics and Space Administration!”

“Yay! Faggot wuv spwowe!”

While the little idiot was still chirping and singing, I went into the bathroom and turned on the tub faucet. I let the water run as hot as I could get it, far hotter than anything I would ever bathe in, and let the tub fill up about halfway. When I came back to the hallway, Faggot had stopped singing and was looking up at me curiously.

“Daddeh?” it asked. “What am ‘fwuffy spess pwogwam?’”

“Oh, you’ll learn all about it, Faggot!” I said cheerfully. “Training starts right fucking now!”

Without warning I reached down and grabbed the little shitrat by the scruff of its fluff. It immediately began waving its legs and chirping in alarm.

“Nuu! Nu wike, nu wike! Bad upsies!” it cried, over and over. I ignored it.

“First mission is aquatic training!” I laughed, and tossed the foal carelessly in the direction of the bathtub.

“SCREEEEEEEEEEE!” it shrieked in alarm, its legs flailing comically as it sailed through the air in a graceful arc.

It hit the water with a little plop, sunk underneath for a moment and then bobbed to the surface.

“NUUUU! NU WIKE, NU WIKE!!! BUWNY WAWA NU AM GUD FOW FWUFFY!!!” it shrieked, gurgling in between words as it struggled to tread water. Suddenly, a burst of “scaredy poopies” fired out of its hindquarters.

I don’t know how these creatures manage to do it, but somehow their bodies can hold easily ten times their own mass in feces, and Faggot launched all of his at once. The explosion from his butt had the effect of a rocket booster, and propelled the screeching foal from one end of the bathtub to the other. He collided nose-first with the wall of the tub with a soft thud, and the ricochet combined with his still-firing “scaredy poopies” sent him into a spin. He was now gurgling his own shit in addition to the scalding hot bathwater, and though his screams were mostly incoherent noise now, I was pretty sure I could make out phrases like “poopy wawa nu smew pwetty” and “smew pwace haf biggest huwties.” By now I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to make “poopies” myself. Will Heather miss one of these things if it suddenly “disappears?” I wondered to myself. My guess was probably yes; she was pretty devoted to her fluffies. However, if I wasn’t going to get laid for the foreseeable future one way or the other, I may as well get some enjoyment out of this thing. First, though, I was going to need to do something about the constant shitting, or else this was going to turn into a pretty messy business.

Leaving the foal to flail around in the now-filthy water, I went to the kitchen and pulled open the utility drawer. We had quite a few things in here that looked like they might be fun for working out aggression on a fluffy, but in the end I settled on a pair of needle-nose pliers and a tube of Krazy-Glue.

Back in the bathtub, Faggot was still flailing around trying to swim. He had stopped shitting, but the water looked like it was mostly shit now anyway. He was starting to look weak, and I realized if I didn’t get him out of there in the next 60 seconds or so he would probably drown. Sighing, I reached my hand into the filthy water and grabbed the struggling foal.

“Whew, you’re fucking filthy!” I exclaimed, revolted by the slimy feel of the creature’s matted fluff. I tossed it into the sink. By now it had stopped talking, and had reverted to a series of peeps and chirps that I guess these things make when they get pushed past a certain stress level. I ignored the noises it made, and flipped on the faucet. Ice cold this time.

“SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!” cried the foal as the “wawa” splashed on him. He tried to run away from the stream, but I grabbed him and held him under, turning him over and over until most of the shit was rinsed out of his fluff. I did my best to clean my hands too. Fortunately, he seemed to have expelled most of the shit from his own body, because I didn’t see any more “scaredy poopies.” However, I wasn’t about to take any more chances.

“Alright, Faggot!” I said, picking up the shivering foal. It looked up at me with an unforgettable expression of hurt and bewilderment.

“W-why Daddeh huwt babbeh?” it said in a trembling voice. “Faggot wuv Daddeh!”

“Hey now,” I said, pretending to be upset. “I thought you said you WANTED to be in the Fluffy Aeronautics and Space Administration. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?”

“Fwuffy nu wike dis game…” the foal said, its eyes turning downward.

“Well, I’m afraid it’s too late,” I said cheerfully. “You already signed a contract! FASA has invested too much money into your training for you to just up and quit!”

“Fwuffy nee mummah…”

“Sorry, ‘fwuffy’, but in space, your ‘mummah’ can’t hear you shit. Oh yeah, speaking of shit…”

I turned the foal upside down and grabbed the Krazy-Glue. Faggot once again began to wriggle and chirp in protest, but I held him firm. He let out a loud “screeeee” again as I squirted a generous glob of glue into his anus. Ignoring his protest, I continued drizzling the entire region until his asshole was sealed with the quick-drying substance. While I had him, I noticed that he also had a comically tiny little cock and balls. On impulse, I picked up the needle-nose pliers I’d also brought. Fuck you, fluffy, I thought to myself. If I’m not getting laid, you sure as shit won’t be either.

Without warning, I clamped the pliers down on his genitals. The look of terror followed by another “screeeeee” as the pincers closed was priceless. Even more priceless was the way his eyes seemed to bug out of their sockets when I gave a hard jerk of my wrist, and tore his fluffhood off with one deft movement.


“Yeah, sorry about that, little buddy,” I said, casually flicking his tiny little wang and balls down the sink drain. There was a little ribbon of blood oozing out of the open wound, so I rinsed it off with another full-power blast from the faucet and closed it up with more Krazy-Glue. The foal was borderline-catatonic, but it looked at me when I began to speak again. There were tears in its eyes, and the expression of utter betrayal on its face almost made me physically erect.

“I didn’t want to have to castrate you,” I said pleasantly, drying the little shitrat off with a nearby towel. I made sure it was Heather’s towel; it was her fluffy, after all. “I begged the top brass to just let it slide this one time, but I’m afraid they were quite adamant about it. ‘No more dicks on our astronauts,’ they said; I guess it’s the new slogan. Wouldn’t have been my choice, but there you have it. It’s part of FASA policy now: only eunuchs and pregnant women are allowed to pilot spacecraft. New regulations; you can thank the Democrats for that one.”

I was walking back down the hall. The still-damp, shivering foal was in my hand, staring fearfully up at me, softly hu-hu-hu-ing but otherwise quiet. I went into the kitchen.

“Anyway,” I continued, “The next portion of your training involves survival in sub-zero temperatures. You’re going to need a lot of stamina to survive in the freezing depths of outer space. Here’s your isolation chamber.”

I yanked open the door of the freezer and threw the foal inside. It chirped and peeped in alarm before colliding face-first with the wall and landing in the ice bucket. I could still hear it rattling around in the ice cubes as I slammed the door shut.

Whistling pleasantly, I grabbed a bucket of warm water, some soap, and a scrub brush, and got to work cleaning up the mess the little shitrat had left in the hallway. It was pretty disgusting work, but somehow I didn’t mind. Playing with Faggot had blown off a lot of steam; maybe there was something to this “fluff therapy” that my wife was reading about after all. These things were great stress relievers! I hadn’t felt this relaxed in years.

After the carpet and bathroom had been taken care of, I went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down to watch some television. I watched an episode or two of Sanford and Son on some high-number satellite channel that shows long-forgotten reruns, and pretty soon I’d forgotten all about my wife’s fluffy collection.

It was only when I stood up to get another beer that I noticed an odd sound coming from the refrigerator. I was half-buzzed, and for a moment I was a little confused.

“The fuck is wrong with this thing?” I muttered, and in a moment I realized it was coming from the freezer. A second after that, I realized it was the sound of ice cubes rattling around in the bucket. I yanked open the door.

“Holy shit, is this thing still alive?” I exclaimed, reaching into the ice bucket and drawing out the shivering babbeh. There was a layer of frost on its fluff, it was barely moving, and its eyes stared vacantly up at me as if I were an apparition, but the little shitrat was definitely still among the living. “Well, I’ll be damned!”

His teeth were chattering, but Faggot looked up at me, a pleading expression on his horrid little face, and eventually he managed to force a few words out:

“F-F-Faggot nu w-w-wike dis g-g-g-game, D-D-D-Daddeh…”

I threw back my head and laughed. Jesus, these things were full of surprises. What had started out as a pretty “shitty” (ba dum tss) afternoon was quickly turning into a hoot and a holler.

“I have wonderful news for you, Faggot!” I cried aloud. “You’ve passed your space training with flying colors! Congratulations, Lieutenant First Class Faggot! You are now among the few and the proud! You are officially an astronaut of the Fluffy Aeronautics and Space Administration!”


I laughed again.

“Oh, you better believe it, little buddy! So, are you ready for your first mission? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you’re ready! You were born ready!”

“F-fwuffy am c-cowd…nee mummah…haf biggest huwties…poopie pwace haf owies…”

I ignored the gibbering of the weak foal, and set it absent-mindedly down on the counter while I rummaged around in the utility drawer. I found some zip ties which would probably do the trick. After that, I went to the hall closet and grabbed something off the top shelf.

“Alright, Lieutenant!” I chirped, scooping up the still-shivering frosty foal and heading for the back door. “It’s time for you to boldly go where no fluffy has gone before!”

I went out onto the back porch, and laid everything out on the picnic table. Our yard is surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence, with a gate that opens up onto a communal alley. At this time of the afternoon, none of the neighbors or their kids should be home, so I figured the alley would probably be as good a place as any for this.

I placed the foal with his back against the rocket I’d taken from the closet. The brand name on the label said it was the “Big Bang,” and judging from the size of the thing I didn’t think it was a misnomer. It was one of the leftover fireworks from the Fourth of July the previous year; an enormous rocket, almost a foot long and an inch or two thick (make whatever Freud jokes you want; I’ve always been kind of a pyro and I get a thrill from shooting off big fireworks). I wrapped a zip tie around the foal’s neck and pulled it tight, watching in satisfaction as Faggot’s eyes began to bulge out of their sockets again. He had been chirping and peeping and babbling about “mummuh” and “poopie pwace huwties” until his wind was suddenly cut off; now all he could do was make a pathetic gurgling sound. Other than that, though, he didn’t try to struggle. These animals, or whatever the fuck they are, are pretty goddamn stupid, but this one seemed to have more or less realized that he wasn’t going to “wike” whatever I was about to do. On some instinctive level, he might have even realized that his pathetic little short life was nearly at an end. Maybe he welcomed it at that point.

Oh well, I thought. Serves you right, you little shitrat. You wanted to ‘splore’? Well, you’re going to go ‘splorin’ alright. This is for my carpet, and my game room, and my poor neglected dick…

Whistling cheerfully, I took the rocket and its reluctant passenger through the gate, and quickly set it up in the middle of the alleyway. I kind of wanted to milk the theatrics a little more, maybe sing the national anthem or something, but the longer I drew this out the greater the chance that someone might open a window and see what I was doing. So, I quickly flipped open my Zippo, lit the fuse, and took several steps backward. I put a flat hand to my forehead in a mock gesture of salute.

“Semper Fi, little buddy,” I said. The fluffy foal’s bulging eyes turned towards me, and it looked like it was trying to gurgle out some last words. I’m no fluffy lip-reader, but I’m almost positive that it was trying to say “Faggot wuv ou Daddeh.” Either that or it was complaining about its “poopy pwace huwties” again; who the fuck even knows with shitrats. In any case, a second later the fuse burned its way to the rocket, and a torrent of flame began to erupt from its base.

Unfortunately, I was never much of a physics student, and I had failed to take into account how much of an impact the extra weight of the fluffy would have on the rocket’s trajectory. Instead of shooting gracefully up into the air as I had planned, the rocket made a rough lurch to the side and began to skitter a short distance down the alley, the terrified foal flailing its limbs as it repeatedly struck the asphalt. I had a rather harrowing moment myself when the rocket did a loop-de-loop and came back around, flying head first towards me. I leapt instinctively to the side, and it shot over my head and up into the air at the last minute.

I flipped over and watched it. Its flight path was still erratic, but it was a good twenty-five to thirty feet in the air now, so hopefully it wouldn’t cause any collateral damage. It wobbled out over the main street, where it finally exploded with a deafening BANG that somehow didn’t quite muffle the “screeeeee” sound of the dying fluffy. Several car alarms on the block went off; a red mist and some blue-colored chunks rained down onto the street below.

“Oh, shit!” I cried. I figured I should probably get the hell back into my house before anyone looked outside and saw me here. The last thing I wanted to do was answer a bunch of awkward questions from the fire marshal. If they figured out that there was a fluffy attached to that rocket, they’d probably just assume it had been the delinquent kid down the street who had set it off. All I had to do was get back inside–

“Excuse me, sir?”

My hand froze just above the gate handle. Slowly I turned towards the east end of the alley, the direction of the public street where the explosion had gone off just seconds ago. To my dismay, a uniformed police officer was standing there, with a few spatters of red on his shirt and a fragment of blue fluff on his shoulder.

“Uh, yes officer?” I asked, trying to play it cool. The officer took a few steps towards me and then stopped.

“My name is Officer Waczynski with the Clackamas County Sheriff’s department,” he said. I swallowed and tried to look nonchalant. “Sir, are you aware that it’s illegal to set off fireworks in this neighborhood without a permit?”


So much for playing it cool. The officer reached up towards his breast pocket, and I assumed he was going for his citation book, or maybe his handcuffs. However, his hand didn’t stop at his pocket. It continued its journey upward, and then stopped at his shoulder. Suddenly, he shot me a wry smile, and then pointedly brushed off the fragment of blue fluff. I gazed upon his eyes, and in that moment I knew that Officer Waczynski was my nigger.

“I’m afraid you can’t shoot off any more fireworks in this alley,” he continued. “You wouldn’t want to see kids, pets, or anything important get hurt, would you?”

I shook my head, and the officer shot me that sly smile again.

“I’m sorry, officer,” I finally stammered. “I guess I wasn’t really thinking.”

“Just don’t let it happen again, or I will have to write you a citation,” Waczynski said, and turned to go. He paused, then turned back to me. “By the way, if you go a little way past the other end of the alley, there’s a path down to the river. It’s pretty much all open space down there. It’s usually deserted, so if you want to mess around, do it there. Just keep in mind that we do have noise ordinances in this neighborhood.”

Without another word, Waczynski turned and went back to his duties. Meanwhile, the last of the blaring car alarms was finally silenced by its owner. I turned to go back inside my house.


Later that night, I was sitting in the living room watching more old reruns. It was a show called Laverne and Shirley this time. This old-timey TV was pretty good, I was thinking, and I figured I’d keep watching this channel for awhile. I heard a sound coming from the hallway, and looked up to see Heather emerging out of the shadows.

“How are the shitrats?” I asked. Heather shot me a disapproving but loving glance.

“They’re fine,” she replied, not taking the bait. “Say, have you seen the little blue one around here? I couldn’t find him in the safe room, and all Ramona will say is that “blue babbeh” went “‘splorin’.” She doesn’t seem too worried, but, well, you know how fluffies are…”

I frowned, as if remembering something. I made a show of hesitating, then cleared my throat.

“Well,” I said, “I noticed earlier that the game roo–uh, sorry; the safe room door was open a little way. I shut it, and I didn’t see any fluffies in the hall, but it’s possible that one of the babies might have wandered out.”

“Damn!” Heather made an irritated face, then she shrugged helplessly. “Well, I hope he’s alright…”

“Don’t worry,” I said, beckoning her towards the space on the couch next to me. “If he’s in the house he’ll turn up.”

Heather plopped down next to me, but she didn’t let the subject drop.

“Yeah, but what if he doesn’t?” she exclaimed. “You know how fluffies are…”

“Yeah, I know how fluffies are.” I put an arm around her and pulled her close. “Look, I know you’re pretty serious about this fluffy thing, but you heard what the guy at FluffMart said. Those things are delicate, they wander off, they get into trouble…you shouldn’t get too attached to them, especially the babies.”

“Yeah…” she stared off despondently, still clearly anxious. I gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on,” I continued, “I’m sure he’s fine. How far could a little fluffy foal get? It’s not like he went into space or something.”

She smiled, and snuggled her head against my shoulder.

“Hey,” she said after a moment. “I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate how supportive you’ve been about all of this. I know fluffies aren’t really your thing.”

“Yeah, well…” now it was my turn to trail off. I shrugged. “I guess if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

She cuddled up closer.

“You’ll get your game room back some day,” she murmurred. “For now, I’m just…”

Her obvious drowsiness was beginning to affect me too, and my lids soon closed. I instantly saw Faggot in my mind’s eye, his neck fastened to the rocket with a zip tie, his eyes bulging out; that last expression of pure hopelessness on his face when he realized that he was going to die. I could feel myself beginning to get an erection. Heather noticed, though she completely misinterpreted the reason.

“Hmm, what’s this?” she said, stroking me gently. I groaned a little, and tightened my grip around her shoulders.

I shut my eyes again, and this time I saw Faggot blasting off into space. The rocket launched perfectly this time, carrying its brave little passenger upward, into the cold depths of outer space. To boldly go where no fluffy had gone before.

“Semper Fi, little buddy” I whispered.

“What?” said Heather. I opened my eyes, and she was looking at me with a quizzical expression.

“Nothing,” I said.

I leaned forward and kissed her.


And, that's it. iirc I was going to write more of this but just forgot about it. If anyone wants, I can probably continue it.
Excellent story. You got all the terminology covered and used appropriately. I like how this Anon was such a sadistic asshole and still got away with it.
>Hey, that’s great, Faggot!” I cried, all cutesy-wike. Like. Cutesy-LIKE. Fuck, now even I’m talking like these things.
Keked at that.
>Why are you bumping this thread with no content?
The question is why (you) would not. Huh?
>I'm going to dump the retarded fluffy-abuse story I wrote forever ago.
Hell yeah.
Shitpost away!!!
Glad you thought of me anon
you're still all inhuman garbage