Fluffy thread

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The fanbase is currently so small that any decent-ish comic is reposted ad nauseam.

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Mooooooooooore

That's the latest page for now. Artist is Mcgonagall if you wanna follow his stuff on the booru.

oh i know who he is. his fluffies are perfect.
from looks to personality

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I feel carpdime makes the best foals, but this guy really knows how to make you hate a smarty way more than you should.

Cringy shit tier/10

This could be a Fluff-TV bit about why you shouldn't make bad poopies

Fluffies may be dumb(relatively), but at least they don't squander their intelligence like we do.

Pour her with a garden hose, or GTFO!

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hang in there, thread

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I love his artwork.

However, a lot of his fluffies are too innocent and pathetic for my taste. I'm not so sure I could kill a pregnant, homeless, immobile creature begging for its life without so much as a word.

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Now. Read that in Microsoft Sam voice.

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Story time? Story time!
>It's that time again, time to let them out
>It has been one hour since they've been placed in the Sorry-Box, and after all that whining and whimpering, you feel that they've learned their lesson
>You open the carrier and, nwyooom
>All four of them come stampeding out, tears in their eyes
"Sowwy bawx scawy!" Says one. "Nu wan' sowwy bawx!" Goes another
>The other two just hug each other and cry, happy that they're out
>You own four foals who have been very, very naughty
>You had to punish them for their near-smarty behavior despite protests from their mother
"Babbehs smawt! Nee' sketties fo' bestest nummies!"
>She went one day, which slowly tumbled into what you see now
>Now while you do agree that she should be put on a higher protein diet, making spaghetti every day would get expensive
>When she started to DEMAND that you make her spaghetti, you would always roll your eyes and continue on
>You never thought she'd do much of anything
>But then you came home one day and found the saferoom unlocked
>The foals running loose in the living room
>And urine and feces smeared across the floor and the furniture
>There, sitting on the couch, happily cooing and feeding a baby, was your mare, Buttercup, a long green and black Fluffy
>As soon as she saw you, instead of apologizing for the actions of her and her babies, she instead said;
"Yu, dummeh hoomin'! Yu gib fluffeh bestest sketti evah! Nee' bestest nummies fo' babbeh's miwkies!"
>She had never acted like this toward you, and you weren't going to let her start
>You -were- only going to punish her, but when you saw her babies agree with her, with one going as far as to blow raspberries at you?
>You were pissed
>You pulled the mare off the couch by her mane, dropping her foal on the cushion
"Why mummah go upsies?"
>Asked the dim little foal
>She was also asking the same thing
"Why Buttewcup go upsies?"
>You pull her to your face and hold her in both hands
>You turn her so her stomach was facing you

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>And with the meanest snarl you could make, you open your mouth
>And bite down on her stomach
"SCREEEEEEEE!"
>Goes the stupid little Fluff
>She immediately squirts a liquid jet of feces onto your couch in response
>The foals, seeing you brutally bite into her side, run to hide
>The foal right below her tried to run, but fell inbetween the cushions
>He didn't sink, but he probably wished he could
>He got a full blast of vile, liquidized, molasses-like brown-goodness fall right on him at a force of 9.5m/s
>He had his mouth opened too, screaming with tears
>You hope he enjoyed the chocolate
"OWWIES! NEE' HUGGIES, NEE' HUGGIES!"
>She screeched out, but you continue to bite her
>Hard enough to cause pain and bruise the skin, but not enough to actually break it
>Well, you do break it, but the cuts are so small that it wont be a problem
>You have tapped into your animalistic anger, and, coming to a squat, shake your head
>The mare still in your mouth
>Thanks to you being so far from the ass, you don't get shit on
>But the rest of the living room does
>You jump all around, on the coffee table and on the sofa
>Shaking your head as you chew on an especially thick piece of her side
"BUTTEWCUP NU NUMMIES! STAHP STAHP STAHP!"
>She begs you, crying through her words as snot dribbles out her nose
>You don't care
>Look at this mess
>This bitch is getting punishment
>You shake your head and let go
>She tumbles through the air, hooves covering her face as she spirals shit over the floor and wall
>Look at her go, she's a fire-hose
>She slams against the wall, dropping one of those metal pieces of art you have hanging onto her head
>K.O.
>And now, in all your animalistic rage, you must attend to her babies
>You turn to the living room as a whole, and begin your angry search

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I feel bad for creamsicle. She doesn't deserve her fate.

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Nah, bitch is a cannibal
Probably already ate some of her brood before she got to sketti guy

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Anyone got more constipated fluff?

>First you must find the two that ran off together, a Green and Blue one
>They are easy, you can hear their whimpering from under the glass cabinet
"Come here you liTTLE SHITS!"
>You reach forward, but your hands can only go so far
>You're groping empty air when they run out
"OH NO YOU DON'T"
>You squeal, and careen your hand back and bitch-slap them across the asses
>They go tumbling across your carpet, Blue getting horribly carpet burned
>Green flies through the air, letting little poops of fear out as she goes
>She slams back first into the coffee table's edge
>She crumbles to the ground, unable to move
>You sweep her up along with Blue by the tails and put them in a bag you have close by
>Now, to find Yellow and Lime
>Lime was easy, he was stuck in the thick, liquidized poo on the couch
"Huu huu huu.. Wime nu smeww pwetty!"
>He cried, eyes burning red from the feces that leached in
"Damn straight beyotch!"
>You pick him off, shake off some of the feces (which gets him crying again) and toss him into the bag with the others
>You peer in, and find that they're all trying to hug each other
"No hugging allowed, you little fucks!"
>You wrap your fingers around them and squeeze, forcing them to press together very uncomfortable
>You even shake them a little until they cry
"huuu! nu moar huggie, nu moar! wan mammah!"
>They all agree to not hug anymore, for fear of the squeezing
>And as you let go, you hear something fall
>It's Yellow, she had knocked something over as she tried to sneak away!
>You wrap the bag up, poke a hole with your finger for air, and set it on the coffee table
>You turn your head slowly to Yellow, who is so horrified she relieves herself in a puddle of chocolate-lemonade
>She's staining the carpet
>You are, literally, seeing red now
"...RUN..."
>Eep.
>She turns tail and runs into the kitchen
>You get on all fours and make the most inhumane sound possible
"CANADUUUUUUUUUUH!"
>And charge after her

How in the everloving fuck does that fluffy survive for more than 10 seconds when their intestines blew out.

I'll buy the runt. What's so bad about it? It's small? Plus it's a nice color.

Cringe wannabe/10

The red block should be only 2 blocks. Not 3...!

>canadaaaa

LOL hammer down

What did you post on the booru? I remember that

Sure are alot of snake owners on the fluffy universe...

No, user. Smarties deserve the full intensity of a person's hatred.

No, it should be three blocks

"CANADUUUUUUUUUUH!"
Lost. Hard.

>She's quick for a little weanling
>She bolts ahead of you and has a good head start
>But you have speed and muscle from all the pent up rage you've had for your boss over the years
>You easily catch up but slip in the kitchen
>You collide with the dishwasher
"AWFUCK!"
>She's trotting off, making a break for the kitchen door
>It has a flap that leads into the outside
>If she gets out, she's gone
>You aren't going to let that happen
>You try and make friction happen, but whenever you get hope you always take off your shoes
>And you're in silk socks
>Bummer
>You finally get your footing as she tries to wiggle out of the flap
>She's made it! If she gets out..
>You close the gap quickly
>Heart pounding
>Eyes glowing red
>Snarling like a beast as you recall your warcry
"CANADUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!"
>You lunge forward just as she gets out
>You push your arm forward, and for a moment, the world is still
>There is you, in mid air
>There is she, just hopping out of the flap
>There is the sky
>There is the air
>There is your warcry, stupid in it's name and yet so fitting for this moment
>Time starts back up again, and when you slam into the door your hand punches through the flap
>Fingers stretched out
>And wrangling her by the back leg
"NU!"
>You hear, you got her!
>But she's slippery!
>You squeeze as you begin to pull
"C'mere your little yellow shitstack! You aren't getting away from me that easily!"
"Nuu, nuu! Yewwow nu' wan forebeh sweepies, nu, nu nu!"
>You pull and she digs her other feet into the dirt
>She begins to sink in as she carves up the moistened earth
>She's starting to slip
>And like that, you have an idea
>You let her go...
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>And tightly grapple her tail, completely

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Bump to give writer more time.

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Anyone got any other stories screen capped?

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The trauma I've caused myself reading these...

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"NUU! Nu huwt pwetteh taiw! Wet go, wet go!"
>She tries to stomp you, but her little leathery hooves are nothing compared to your thick man-flesh
>You inhale with a deep whistle, and from behind the door she hears what would horrify her the rest of her life
"CANADUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!"
>You whip her up by her tail
>And for a moment, she's upsies
>She sees the sky
>She sees the white-fluffy things in the sky
>She sees the caw-munstah
>And for a moment, time stands still again
>Only for a fluffy's moment of standing still is .0001 seconds, where a person's is 1
>lolfuckyou.fu
>You slam her into the dirt
>Ribs are broken on impact
>And she cries out with a raspity cry
"weeeee..! owwies! nee' huggies!..."
"NO HUGGIES FOR YOU, BEYOTCH!"
>You start to drag her in, letting her jaw slam into the hard part of the door
"Owwies!"
>She cries as you pull her in and turn her on her back
>You are blotting out the light from the kitchen
>She sees only your figure
>The anger in your eyes, the deep and rapid huffing and puffing from your chest, however, are all too detailed
"pweese... nu huwt fwuffeh..."
"SHUT UP."
>You yell at her, and she begins to cry
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"
>You order, which only makes her cry even more
>And so, with one last breath of adrenaline
"TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP!"
>Glass shatters
>Windows crack
>Foals cry in fear
>The mare wakes up
>And Yellow is so horrified, that her ears completely close themselves to noise forever

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Damn.
First time fluffy abuse made me cringe.
Keep your politics out of my fluffy shit.

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Thank you for Evangelion, keeps thread bumped

please keep going

The paradox of a fluffy ... so easily broken, yet they never get sick, you can transplant organs on them without rejection, and they can be missing half their body yet still ask for sketties.

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>Now, fast forward to an hour
>And by hour? You really meant three
>The neighbors called the police, asking what was wrong
>Seeing you sweaty, red faced, and covered in feces, they assumed you killed somebody
>You sigh, and tell them the truth
"I got angry at my Fluffy."
>They are surprised; they thought it was something that mattered!
>They issue you a verbal warning, asking you to keep the rage down, to which you blink in surprise
>Huh
>You thought someone might've cared
>You don't anymore, and turn to clean up the mess
>It takes a bit, but it's finally done
>Though you did have interuptions
>Whenever the foals began to whine for their mother, food, or to be let out you always shook up the cage
>And whispered to them your little battle cry
>That shut them up, all except Yellow, who could no longer hear you
>So to stop her from crying, you wound twine around her mouth
>She sounds much better this way, so you think you'll keep her like this
>That's the foals, but for the mare, the one that gave them this behavior... You had other plans
>You know that wild colts would come into your back garden
>You know that they will fuck literally anything closely fluffy and female
>So, what you've done is you've got about three of them and tied them to a post
>And asked your neighbor, a breeder, for some Fluffy-Pecker-Up
>It is literally what it's name implies, and it comes in a spray
>you've sprayed them in the face multiple times, and now they're so horny they're nothing more then raging sex beasts
>Stamping on anything close to them and trying to mount it
>You dig a whole, small enough for them to get stuck in and could fit multiple fluffies
>You tie open Buttercup's legs and placed her in there
>It's actually big enough for you to walk around in, and is about... What? Three feet deep?
>Much too big for her to ever climb out of
>When she came too, she screamed in fear
>That got the colt's attention; you pick them all up
>Hold them over the hole
>And drop them in

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