>did hasbio create completely new DNA aka engineer a creature from scratch? or did they modify existing pony DNA? >are they actually animals? or is it just bio-machinery designed to function like a normal mammal's organs? >how did hasbio make them so fixated on love and huggies? selective breeding? >what were the conditions like in the hasbio research lab? were they treated as animals or as toys? >were the original fluffies test-tube babies that then reproduced? why did hasbio let them have reproduction organs >what is the average life span of a fluffy? >is torturing fluffies legal in the cannon?
Connor Miller
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Landon Carter
Can't forget this
Parker Taylor
they are entirely genetically created constructs they have no relation to any mammal other than in the genes that were borrowed
James Gray
do you have the one with the pregnant chick that was running from a herd led by a competent smarty, hid in a mine entrance overnight, and ended up being saved by a schingheist(or whatever it is called) that she snuggled with thinking it was her dead dog Clifford?
Adam Clark
fuck off back to /mlp/
Camden Watson
i dont but dont know about OP
Cooper Thomas
OC
David Moore
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Brandon Hughes
can fluffies breed with actual ponies? any comics of weird mutant retarded babies from such a pairing?
also in reference to that pic... why do fluffies choose some babies as better than others?
Wyatt King
Would you as a white man take in a smelly nigger baby as your own? Neither do i
Anthony Thompson
Hasbio programmed them that way for sales purposes
Carson Johnson
This about pretty much sums it up
Kayden Butler
why'd they do that? what makes one fluffy better than the other?
Samuel Morris
Coloring pretty much. They thought nobody would want a poo brown fluffy so they made the mothers in such a way that they would so the undesirable colors would be "automatically" sorted out
Landon Robinson
>being this dense wooow lad
Elijah Wright
ok, reposting this from a previous thread, my first attempt at fluffy fiction, would mlove to get some feedback, its got lotsa typos cuz i did it on the fly, but it can always be changed or expanded upon
Jackson Edwards
The Times They are a Changing
By now we all know that Hasbios experimental biotoys called "fluffies" were released by PeETA into the wild. its also become painfully ovous they were not finished, as a reult, herds of feral fluffies roam the streets, eating, shittig and generally being cruel little bastards. Well Habio has finally come up with a solution. A reto-viral genetherapy introduced into feral populations via a specially bred "carrier" A blue stallion codenamed Percival. Percival has poven to be quite loyal, has a higher than average intelligence and is absolutely obedient. His purpose had been made quite clear to him and soon, he will be ready for a trail run. Our team of feral hunters have discovered a failrly large herd in the national park, they have been destroying endangered plant life like locusts, the herd contains several dams, several mares with foals, a few tuffies and one very aggressive smarty, a red and orange fluffy that our team says refers to himself as bonaparte. The time has come for the experiment to begin, we arrive near where the herd was last spottwed and bring Percival out in a carrier, when opened, he walks out aznd surveys his surroundings, his senses already picking up the scent of fluffies. Dr. Elmwood, our top engineer, who personally oversaw Percivals upbringing steps over, Percival looks up with a smile and a little wag of his fluffy blue tail. "Now Percival, this is what we have been waiting for, are you ready? do you know your mission"? Yes! Percival replies Pewciwel Kno misshun! Make baddy fluffies into good fwuffies or make bad fwuffies go way forebba! He smiles proudly as I pat his head, his entire life, his whole existense has been leading to this, i smile back at him, and send him on his way, he gives a knowing grin, self awre of just how exactly his mission will be accomplished.
Caleb Miller
>read the filename
Andrew Cook
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Adrian Evans
damnnnn thats brutal
Jason Cooper
Deep in the woods, the fluffies have set up base near a very small river, barely a trickle, safe enough to drink from, but not enough to drown the foal, smarty is busy enfing one of the females, she has only given birth hours ago, but Bonaparte has needs, so he gave her babies forever sleepies and told her a wolfie munstah got them. Life is good for the little shitrat, he has food a plenty, lots of breeding partners and loyal tuffies to enforce his reign, indeed this feral fuck hasnt a care in the world, he is close to finishing his special higgies when he hears a branch snap, they all look up with a start as a stunning blue stallion walks into the "camp". "Hewoo fwuffies! am Pewciwel! fwiffuies be nu fwiends?" This draws looks amongst the herd, all of them unsure, they turn to the smarty, who is angrily dismounting the mare, Dummeh bwu fwuffy@ dis am Bonaprtes hewd! nu no u! no feed yu! hatchu! goo w- Suddenly the smarty stops, sniffing the air, the first part of Percivals alterations becoming obvious, emitting a pheremone that sooths and calms other fluffies, it drops their defense and makes them more suggestible. again Percivel speaks. "pwease? am, tired and hungwy, can i stay? am good fwuffy? suddenly Bonaparte shakes his head and stammers "d-dat twue, u seem like good fwuffy, u can stay. The smarty wanders off bewildered, unsure what just happened.
Jaxson Garcia
keep in mind this scenario would be impossible because fluffiest are so delicate that being beaten and abused to the point to which that one in particular was, it would have quickly died due to internal hemorrhaging, and severe internal injuries not only that, abuse is EXTREMELY rarely that minor and typically results in horrendous mutilation of said fluffy, for these reasons, this scenario is theoretically impossible. you're welcome.
Samuel Morgan
Its boring and should be a comic. Im not going to read 10,000 words that can be represented in 4 comic panels
Fluffy is about quick burst of content and then free to do other shit. You also kill posting when you do this shit.
Samuel Mitchell
Percivel smiles to himself as he enters the "camp" his pheremones ensuring his quick inclusion in the group, soon the fluffies are approaching him, smelling the air "nyu fwiend?" one of the mares says to him, Percivel says the usal fluffy spiel about love and hugs and soon is surropunded, getting huggies and coos. this introduces the second modification made to Percival, proximity infiltration, the virus carried in Percivals body is easily trnasferred to other fluffies via irect contact, as the unaware herd hugs and coos, they are already being infected. crossing the skin barrier, into the bllodstream, moving throughout their bodies, the changes will be slow and subtle at first, they wont know they are changing until it is too late. Bonaparte is still unsure of Percival, but the pheremones keep him from doing anythign too rash, he expresses his doubts about Percival to his tuffies. Dis am nu fwuffy, dun kno him, cood be twouble, if he make move on bonapawte, tuffies gib wowstet huwties ok? The tuffies agree, eager to pleas their boss, but the pheremones are raising doubts about this course of action, though just the slightest inkling at this point. teh enxt day, the herd goes out to forage, Bonaparte is terrible at finding good nummies, mostly soft twigs or flowers, never any good at finding berries or fruit, but Percivel finds a strawberry patch at the edge of a clearing, "wook fwiends! find bestet nummies!" The herd bounds over to where he is and starts praisinjg hima s they feast. Bonaparte comes out of nowhere and headbutts Percival in the shoulder. Dummeh bwue! dis am swamties hewd! Bonapawte fines the nummies, you just, you ju- Only a day and the codes is setting into the smarties dna, he stops blustering, stops stamping and puffing his cheeks, he gets a glassy look in his eyes" bu, but, bwue fwuffy did find good nummies, so, dats ok i guess. Bonaparte wnaders off, still angry, but so confused why he stopped giving huwties to bad bwue fwuffy.
Blake Reyes
A few days pass, Percival is all but utterly accepted into the herd, only bonaparte and his one tuffie have remaining reservations, the others are all under the sway of his pheremones as the virus does its work. "biggest Poopies! " comes a cry froma pinka nd purple damn, so fattened that her hooves no longer touching the ground, the others rush over as she bares down and the first foal is born, a ornage and red mare, obviously one of Bonapartes, followed by lots of squealing from the mare as she squirts out 3 more, a brown earth foal, a pink and purple unicorn and a solid purple alicorn, the mare uses here new found mobility to quickly turn and start cleanign the foals, cooing as she licks first the orange and red one, the unicorn and finally happily licks at the brown and alicorn babies, Bonaparte speak up "whu stewpid mawe doin? that a poopy baby and dat a munstah babbeh! dey nu good! The mare looks down in surprise to see she is in fact cleaning an alicorn, her eyes go wide in terror and she whimpers" nu kno why munstah babbeh is scawy, but, is stiww babbeh, wan give love and hugs. an an bwown babbehj nu pwetty, but still mummahs babbeh! dun know what do! she starts crying as she continues to lick the newborns. Bonapawte know what do! gib bad babbehs stompies make forebba sleepies! As he approches, one of his former tuffies steps in, angry look on his facw "nu gib babbehjs stompies! is mummahs babbehs! babbehs nee mummah! He stamps and snorts and Bonaprte is thrown off. wth an angry look, he slinks off to his rotted out stump, his chosen den where his mate lauy with his foals "stewpid nu smart tuffy twy save munstahs, is dummeh! He curls up, watching his mate feed their young, having a foreign thought pop into his head as he drifts off, all babies are for love and hugs.
Jason Rogers
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Nolan Foster
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Adrian Cox
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Ryder Harris
More days pass, the modifications are becoming apparent, selfish behavior has all but vanished, the herd shares and cared for eachother, they evn start finding a designated place to poop instead of littering the camp with feces, the pink mare still cries when brownie and the alicorn take turns feeding, but sniffles mummah lub scawy babbehs. she is clearly terrified and wants to flee, but something compels her to let them feed, now the herd has well over 25 foals. food becoming a concern, but Bonaparte is unconcerned, all he wants are more special hugs, he tries to convince one of the mares to mate with him, as smarty, he has his pick, but the mare resists. Bu aweady suu many babbehs, shud we make mo? babbehjs nee lotsa lub and dun kno if can give too al if mo babbehs. Bonaparte is getting pissed "dummeh mawe gib special huggies or get wowst huwties! "bonaparte knocks here down, she peeps as he climbs on top of her" dummeh maw make as many babbehs as bonapawte say! owwies! Bonaparte flinches as a seering pain flashes through his brain, it passes and his anger rises as he moves to rape the mare, as he does, a bolt of pain shoots through his groin, so intense it aches from the tip of his phallus, all the way through his testicles and even makes his ass twitch, he buck off here and screams. "speciaw wumps huwt! why huwty? nee make speesuw hugs! he tries to mount her again but not only does the pain return, but he cant achieve an erection anymore, he jumps off her and runs to his stump, testicles swollen and body wracked with pain. Stewpid wumps! nee make spsuw huggies, don bu dummeh wumps! "in his stupidity and blind rage, he stomps his balls out of frustration with his front hoof, only to double over in agony and sob himself to sleep as the herd tends to thje mare.
Adam Sullivan
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Adrian Diaz
A week goes by, the foals are growing fast, even brownie and the alicorn have been given the chance to grow, they are strong an healthy, their mother seems les and less tierrified as the programming sets in, all babbies are good babbies repeats in her mind, she still sniffles or recoils a bit when they talk to her or try to hug her, btu she is becomigna good momma and always says "sniff, mu, mummahe wub dummeh munstah babbahes suu much, the rest of the herd accepts them without question, even Bonapartes mare seems to appreciate them even though he has always tole her ugly babbehs and munstah babbehs get foreve sleepeies. Bonaparte watches from the stump as his herd frolics, merrily following Percival about, he hardly recognizes the herd anymore, they are all actying lke house fluffies, Bonaparte briefly recalls his home, his daddeh was good, but didnt give Bonaparte everything he wanted, so he left, a tear runs down Bonapartes cheek at that memory, but he shakes it off and goes down to meet the herd, a cream colored mare with a yellow mane approchhes him "swamty hear gud news? gun be mummah soon!" This shocks Bonaparte, he has not laid with this mare since her last foals were born. "bu- Bu smarty nu make speciaw huggies, how you hab babbehs? "siwwy Bonapawte, am Pewciwals babbehs, hyim god fwuffy!
The stuff with well thought out scientific and corporate themes is really clever. The little pranks preying on fluffies naivety and contrasting how stupid they are with how the world works is interesting. Ultra violence is lazy.
Bu Bu fwuffy am swawty! am bestet fluffeh! am onwy fwuffeh dat can make gud babbehs! Dem be dummeh babbehs and need stompies! nu babbahes but Bonapawtes! He feels a twinge in his head and groans as he loses his train of thought, he looks up to see Percival standing with the mare. "dats not twue" replies Percival, "aww fwuffies am good fwuffehs, as wong as dey wisten to mummah and daddeh and fowwow wules! mummahs and daddehs wub good fwuffies, gib nummies and warmies and huggies! "one of the tuffies looks around at the camp and says "bu we kno habe none of dat? am bad fwuffies? Shame fills his face and it spreads to the others "nu! you dun kno betta! ownwy kno herd and Bonapawte! If fwuffies wan be gud fwuffies, Pewciwal can teechu! den we can fine homies and ummies with mummahs and daddehs! Bonaparte sees his control slipping away "NUUUU! is not twue! onwy dummeh stewpid fwuffies wive wif bad hoomins! dey nu gib Bonapawte wha he wanted so dey bad! Another twinge of pain scalds his mind as he squeals "despite his dick behavior the flurries try to help, "swawty ok? head huwties? one mare says as she touches him with her hoof "dun touch me! yu is dummeh fwuffy aww of you is dummehs! bwue fwuffy make you stewpid! hoomins are dummehs! He turns and flees the camp, huu huu ing the whole way, he is soon an afterthought as they all turn back to learn more from Percival.
Bonaparte walks through the woods for a couple days, eating whatever he can find, drinking from puddles "dummeh bwu fwuffy! take herd away, make aww dummehs, smarty stawt new herd, wif lotsa mares, nu mo stewpid bwues! His head has been trhobbing on and off for 48 hours, every tike he gets selfish thoughts, he keeps hearing whispers in his head telling him they are good fluffies, that they will be a good herd that he just needs love and to give love, he fights these thoughts despite the pain, by the end of the second day, the thougths change, the virus is having no luck changing him to an obedient toy, so its changes tactics, kill yourself. thats the first thing that pps into Bonapartes head as he awakes on day 3, it scraes him, but repeats, over and over, if its not enough, the virus is deep in his brain now and starts replaying emories of every selfish act he ahs carried out, he cries inot a pile of dead leafs "huu huu, is twue, am wowstet fuwwfy, nu deserve wuv or mummahs and daddehs, wan die, wan die" meanwhile, the virus has done its job, teh herd has become completely rehabilitated, they obey Percival without question, soon he tells them they are ready to find homes, and leads them back to the extraction point, Bonaparte sits at the edge of a small pond, looking at his reflection "huu huu, no woom fo bad fwuffies in da wowld, just be betta wiffout Bonapawte, he stands, tears streaming down his face as he walks in, part of his brain still screaming for him to stop as the water crests his forhead.
I have a question too, on a scale of meh to SHUT THE FUCK UP!, how annoying is the "screeeee!" noise these things make?
Jason Perez
Miles away, the herd emerges from the woods to find the extraction team waiting, they find a herd of obedient and eager to please fluffies being lead by Percival, who sits next to an obviously pregnant mare, Dr. Elmwood steps out "hello Percival, how did it go? "gud! made aww da fwuffies gud fwuffies, dey no make bad poopies, hurties or wan nuffins! dis one am carry Percivals babbehs, they be real good babbahes! >dr. Elmwood smiles" yes, yes they will Percival, lets get you all back to the base and run some tests, we need to get you and your babbehs ready for nationwide release! The herd files onto the truck and obediently enters there carriers, they will all be studied intensely to map the true effects of the retro virus, but ultimately be largely exterminated as they are only test subjects and filthy ferals aftyer all, as we drive away, Percival in my lap, The fluffies smiles, but tears soak there muzzles as the last remnants of who they were fade out
Do fluffies hate black people like they hate brown fluffies? Are fluffies racist?
Brandon Hall
Fuck you that's why
Dominic Perry
the very fact they hate brown fluffies makes them racist, i suppose if they hated black people it would make them specieist
John Young
I'm gonna say that they're animals, not "biotoys," and are heavily-modified mammals. We won't have the technology to create what are basically mushy-wet-on-the-inside androids (like Bishop, from Aliens) for decades. We're much closer to being able to modify existing animals.
I figure horse, pig, hamster, rabbit, a few other things went into them. Plus FOXP2 genes from humans for speech, and maybe African grey parrot.
Tweaking their development to stop with some neoteny would make them childlike and immature.
Treated like animals.
My guess is that they had the reproductive capacity so they could scale up production, figuring they could fix that later on. Fluffies making fluffies is a lot faster than an assembly line.
My personal headcanon is that ALF (Animal Liberation Front, like PETA but much more violent) sabotaged a lot of the development, deliberately creating Smarty Syndrome and other such deficiencies.
Some of their deficiencies were just engineering -- to create an animal with a voicebox large enough to be heard by humans, a lot of that animal would be taken up by larynx ... less room for things like digestion.
John Bennett
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Henry Wilson
Fluffies like bright colors. It's as simple as that.
Almost all mammals (birds too) favor some offspring over others: big ones over runts, healthy ones versus the ill. For fluffies, it's all about PWETTY COLORS
Kevin Wood
ahhh i see
Ian Hall
nice theory
Adam Wood
how did their preference for sketties come into being?
Luis Lewis
why are so many fluffies amputated?
Christian Hernandez
Hasbio programmed them to love spaghetti because it's easy to make, cheap, and readily accessible to even the lowest income families.
Ryder Evans
So they can't move around/run away, and the added bonus of them crying about missing their weggies.
Chase Scott
Hasbio needed some kind of motivator. What about a food humans can easily obtain but that a wild fluffy never could? Has to be cheap, has to come in a can, has to have basic nutrition ... why not spaghetti? It's got carbs, fat, and protein. Even the gas station has it in a can.
Engineering that as a hard-wired preference was probably really hard for Hasbio, though. (Realistically, I would consider that to be almost as hard as making them semi-intelligent and capable of speech)
Dylan Hughes
It's called pillowing and it makes them more docile and more depending on their owner. Some do it as punishment or behavior modification....others because they're codependant and want a pet that relys on them for,literally everything
Daniel White
fluffy scholars... thank u for ur insightful words
Luis Hill
They must eat the spaghetti to forgetti their regretti
Samuel Hernandez
Abuse. Almost always abuse.
People "pillow" fluffies because they think it will make them less rambunctious, they won't be able to get into shit anymore. Now they just have an animal that can never exercise and is deeply unhappy.
Also, real horses? They flip the fuck out if they break a leg. It's why a horse with a broken leg is typically killed. See "Barbaro," a famous Kentucky Derby horse.
William Ward
Huh never thought I'd learn a real life fact from these threads. Thank you
Luis Thompson
we're here to teach... and torture little horses
Austin Morris
Speaking of which can we get some more comics?
Landon Collins
This seems to be a thread of asking questions so, you find a herd of fluffies tearing up your yard, how do you deal with it? Time to set the monsters away from the rest
Luis Kelly
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Anthony Taylor
IT'S SKETTY TIME!
Lucas Anderson
Same thing I did with my dog. [spoiler]set a layer of chicken wire just below the soil. It'll just discourage them from digging.
Thomas Wood
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Matthew Thompson
Put a plate of sketty outside the fence to lure them out and then patch the hole behind them
Owen Bell
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Alexander Gray
I've got a question to the fluffy professors. Why don't fluffy wings ever work? I mean, the little shits care a lot about keeping their "Wingies" so why don't they grow enough so the fluffies can actually fly?
Juan Campbell
find the smarty and accept his challenge to a fight for this lands and the herd, then killing him in an spectacular way like beating him to death with my bare hands or torn apart his though friends over my head, then make the herd living in my yard with little water or food under my tyrannical law, i don't know, something caligula style, force the foals to eat their mothers or something like that
and yeah, masturbating, a lot
Lincoln Foster
they do, the comic "Runners" shows a smarty that has giant wings
