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.
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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?
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
Fluff-speak:>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.https://www.fluffybooru.org/https://8ch.net/fluffy/catalog.html
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.
>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.
>They're that fragile?
>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."
>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.
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.
Hey, I’m a mod and I think this shit is hilarious.
Does this mean that fluffy abuse is Football?
It's the only logical explanation, Sugarcube.
Relax, Fluffle Puff isn't a shitrat.
Hi my name is cindy the kitty and i love fluffy abuse
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
>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.
>Research note: It seems that fluffies, after eating enough of their own get desensitized to cannibalism, and eventually relish the exotic meal.
>>16659>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.
booru is dead. long live the booru
new site is on https://fluffycommunity.com
Also some pastebinhttps://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory
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.