Fluffy thread - Best fwuffy thwead evah

Fluffy thread - Best fwuffy thwead evah

Fwuffies!

Yay!! Nyu fwend? Pway?

Mind if I greentext?

>Have fluffy
>Amber, after her mane
>One rule, no babies
>All good for a few years, good to have around
>One day, says she's soon mommy
>Admits to fucking neighbor's fluffy
>Woulda smashed the little shit if he was a stray
>Think the neighbor castrated him afterwards
>Let her know all through pregnancy that I'm disappointed in her
>Pops a litter of four
>Tell her "I've only got room for one new fluffy, pick it."
>Not happy about it
>Tell her other option is they all go
>She nuzzles the lime green one with a magenta mane "Dis one. Is bestest babeh."
>"Okay, then. Now we don't need these other shits."
>Scoop up the other three, drop them in sink
>Turn on water
>"Nuu! Wadda bad for babehs!"
>"Quit your bitching, they're not going to drown."
>Turn off water once they're all down the drain
>Chirps coming from drain, Amber sighs
>Turn on garbage disposal

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Of couwse, wuv gween text

Very well, then

>Sweet screeches
>Sweet crunching
>Sweet scream of "BABEHS!"
>Turn water back on to clean disposal
>Turn disposal off once clean
>Amber's crying
>"They weren't best baby, were they?"
>*sniff* "Nuu..."
>"Then you didn't need them. Now take care of Mint here."
>Few months go by
>Raising Mint okay, learned easy enough to only shit in the litterbox
>Amber doesn't even notice how little attention I'm paying to her, too busy with Mint
>When Mint's weaned, take them out to the field
>Pin Mint's leash to the ground with a stake
>Pin amber to ground by hand
>Tie tourniquets
>She knows what's coming, been here before
>"Daddeh, pwease no hurt mummah."
>Take out knife
>"Now, Mint, things are pretty easy in my house, as long as you follow the rules."
>"Your mother here forgot them, so now I have to make sure that you don't forget."
>Cut off leg "No."
>Cut off leg "Babies."
>Cut off leg "In my."
>Cut off leg "HOUSE!"
>Amber crying and screaming, Mint yelling "Mummah!", tugging on leash
>Leave Amber to racoons, pick up Mint and walk back home
>"Now what did we learn today, Mint?"
>*sniff* "Nuu can be mummah."
>"Good. That means no special friends and no special huggies, okay?"
>"Oo-kay..."
>"Good girl, Mint. Love you."
>"Wuv you too, Daddeh..."

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Kinda lonely with just the two of us.

>Out hunting fluffies
>Easy to track, if you pay attention
>Scaps of food, fur, shit, it all makes a trail
>Track a herd to a dead-end alley
>Holed up in a ground-level air duct
>Perfect
>Go get spaghetti take-out
>Not sketti, the good stuff
>Go back to alley, sit down on cardboard box, open take-out and place on ground
>Wait
>Eventually, hear noises in air vent
>Yellow unicorn fluffy pokes head out, sniffing at air
>Sees food, sees me
>"Nice mistuh gib sketties to fwuffies?"
>Smile, gesture to food "Sure, eat up."
>Herd emerges
>Smarty, three mothers, eight foals, and two others
>Rounds of "Thank you, mistuh!" as they make their way to the bait
>"Mummah get bestest miwkies for babbehs!"
>"Tummy hurties go way!"
>Still smiling, get up, stretch
>Don't notice me move cardboard box in front of air vent
>Reposition myself between herd and end of alley
>One of the mothers eating so fast that baby falls off her back
>Definitely best baby, bright pink with deep blue mane
>*gasp"* "Babeh!"
>See opportunity
>"I'll get 'em"
>Kneel down, gently scoop foal into hand
>Makes cute little "cheep"
>Still smiling, bring foal over to mother
>Close fist

Wawa bad fo babbehs

>"Babeh!"
>Feign shock and drop foal
>Broken corpse falls at mother's feet
>"Babeh, wakies up!"
>"Why would meanie mistuh gib babeh biggest owies?"
>"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
>Slam fist
>Crush another mare's foal
>"Babeh! Nuuuuuuuuu!"
>Break into evil grin
>Grab second mother by the head, throw her against wall
>Whole herd panicking
>Run headlong into cardboard box
>Can't figure out where vent went
>Stand up
>Step on a foal left behind in the rush
>Snap, crackle, pop
>Another foal lying in the spaghetti
>Pick up take-out box
>"Look at that, you left your babies behind to save your own selfish hides."
>Throw box at them
>"You are terrible excuses for parents."
>Fluffies run from the flying box, huddling at the back of the alley
>Foal crashes into the cement, spasming and chirping uncontrollably
>Advance to end of alley
>Fluffies huddled together, with the smarty at the back
>One of the mothers holding a foal in her mouth
>Must have grabbed and ran when shit went down
>Grab other end of foal and tug
>Mother tugs back
>RIIIP
>Mother holding half a foal in her mouth
>Both drop our halves
>Mother curls up around them, begging baby to wake up
>Rest of herd beggin smarty to save them
>Smarty paralyzed with fear
>Mother doesn't even notice me pick the other foal off her back and crush it
>Kick her into wall

Kinda new to this, still working on the grammar. But have you ever noticed how much fun water tends to be? Probably because you get the psychological torment in addition to the physical threat.

>Work my way through rest of herd
>One at a time, letting them ponder which one will be next
>Finally, only smarty left
>Crouch down in midst of mess, make eye contact
>"Meanie munstah gib herd foreva sweepies."
>"I did. Wanna know why?"
>"Because meanie monsta wike gib foreva sweepies."
>"Well, yes, but do you know why I killed your herd in particular?"
>"Nuu..."
>"Because you let me. You're the smarty, right?"
>"Am bestest smarty."
>"Debateable. And those were your foals, right?"
>"Was bestest daddeh."
>"No, you weren't. And you know why?"
>"Because as a smarty, your job was to keep your herd safe. And as a father, your job was to keep your foals safe."
>"But when I attacked, what did you do?"
>"You panicked. You ran, and when you couldn't run any more, you hid behind your herd instead of being at the front, giving your life for them."
>"Being a leader isn't about taking from those under you, it's about giving to them."
>"Am bad fwuffy..."
>"A horrible, selfish one."
>"Wan die."
>"Well too bad. I'm not going to kill you. You're not worth the effort. You are pathetic, useless trash. You want to die? Find someone else to kill you."
>Stand up
>Walk out of alley

I'm here too

Any new ones?

Yay! New fwen'!

I'm at five stories in 72 hours right now, so it's not a lot of material, and I admit I've been spamming it at every opportunity. This is the most recent.

>Go out back with Mint
>Light cigarette
>Let mint run around in yard
>Goes around corner
>"Fwiend"
>The fuck?
>Go to check
>Red fluffy eating from berry bush
>"Hey!"
>Fluffy startled
>Lies down
>"N-nice mistuh?"
>Walk over
>Grab fluffy by scruff of neck
>"Bad upsies! Nu wan!"
>"Come on, Mint."
>Walk back to porch
>Sit on bench
>Mint sitting next to me
>Take a drag, exhale in fluffy's face
>Fluffy coughs
>"No smew gud!"
>"So, tell me why you were stealing Mint's berries."
>"Fwuffy sowwy, mistuh. Fwuffy hab tummy-hurties. Speciaw fwiend hab tummy-hurties. Babbehs hab tummy-hurties."
>*sigh* "You see, Mint? This is the problem with the world. Nobody stops to think about the consequences of their actions."
>"Everyone just wants to do what feels good right now and never stops to think about what will happen because of it."
>"I mean, look at this guy. He's alone and hungry, so what does he do? He fucks the first mare he sees, feels all warm and fuzzy, and BAM, now he's a father."
>"Now instead of just having to look after himself, he has, what, four, five, six mouths to feed?"
>"You can scrounge up enough food for one fluffy out there no problem. But trying to feed a family? That's a lot harder."
>"People do this all the time, too, and what happens? Suddenly they can't support their households, and they take to crime. Or worse, they drive their kids to crime."
>"That's why I told you no babies, I can't keep more than one."
>Pin fluffy to bench
>"But some people just don't get that."
>Place cigarette on ground
>Draw knife

>"Pwease, mistuh, no gib fwuffie owchies..."
> Roll fluffy over
>"So I'm going to make that decision for you."
>Pin fluffy's hind legs open
>Place knife just above fluffy's crotch
>"Nuuuu! Nu hurt speciaw pwace!"
>Castrate
>"Screeeeeeeeeeee!"
>So THAT's for not thinking about what you're doing!"
>Put knife down
>Pick up cigarette
>Fluffy curled up in ball, crying
>Pry eye open
>Stab with cigarette
>"Screeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaauuuhuhuhuhuhhu..."
>"And THAT's for stealing!"
>Pick fluffy back up
>Toss over fence onto sidewalk
>Bones break with a crack
>Fluffy still crying
>"You better not still be there when I let Mint out before bed!"
>Walk back to Mint
>"So, Mint, what did we learn today?"
>"Nu steaw, an nu do fings witout finkeeng about cahn-suqences..."
>"Good girl, Mint. Love you."
>"Luv yeu too, daddeh."

Wawa onwy gud fo sea fwuffies

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

I swear, we explain this every fucking thread.

We are sadistic bastards who like seeing depictions of cute fluffy animals suffer and die for our amusement.

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I really like a "sole survivor" philosophy when dealing with groups. Kill most of them, but leave one shattered and broken, wishing only for the suffering to end.

Stop. This is how you ruin a good thread.

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Okay, that's a first. Do you mean greentext in general, or something specific to the story?

Has the artist that did the Mcgonagall comics put anything new out?

>16

Continue please

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Sorry, those are the only two I have with her. I get the feeling "Life Lessons with Mint" will be a thing, though.

I do have the controversial one, though.

>Work at fluffy shelter/store
>Take in abused/abandoned/feral fluffies
>Sell feeders, breeders, pets, pillows, etc.
>Proudly proclaim we find meaning for all fluffies
>Man walks in one day
>Has cream-colored pillow mare with him
>Bitch looks ready to cry at any second
>Guy says fluffy's gotten depressed, no fun for his daughter anymore
>Explain that's common with pillows, offer to take her off his hands
>He agrees, buys new fluffy, leaves pillow
>Pillow starts crying about daddy not loving her anymore
>Try to console her
>No use
>Very well, then
>Put her in cage opposite playbox
>Spends rest of buisness day crying about weggies and pway
>Closing time
>Go about closing up shop
>Take playbox fluffies back to cages
>General cleaning up
>Pass by bad smarties
>You know, the fucks who "deserve" shit, not just want it
>Always leave them in cage, too violent for playbox
>Always slow sellers, the ones who do buy them always take their time with them
>One demands special friend
>Lightbulb

>Go back to pillow
>Take her out of cage
>Set her down in playbox
>Starts crying about how she can't play
>Go get smarty
>Put him in playbox
>Catches on right away
>"Dummeh mawe! Dummeh no-weegies mawe!"
>"Dummeh mawe get enfies!"
>Mounts pillow
>"Nuuuuuuu!"
>Go back to cleaning amidst screams of "Bad enfies!" and "Nu want speshul huggies!"
>Eventually screaming stops, just "Huhuhuhuhuhu..."
>Go back to playbox
>Smarty done, curling up to sleep
>Take smarty back to cage
>Get next smarty
>These guys get horny after a lifetime in a cage
>Can't do this with fresh pillows, still need to sell them
>She's already crying "Wan die..." by the time the second one's done
>Too bad we have eight smarties in stock
>By the fourth she's screamed herself hoarse
>"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu... wan daddeh... wan mummehs... Nu wan enfies..."
>By number seven, she's out of words, just resting her head on the ground, tear streaks in her fur
>After the last one she looks downright catatonic
>Put last smarty away
>Put on gloves
>Slap pillow
>She actually chirps
>She's so fucking traumatized that her mind has retreated to the level of a foal
>Put the little cumsack back in cage
>"Good work tonight, those guys really appreciate what you do for them. Rest up nice and good."
>"You're working tomorrow night, too."

Hey dude, one question.

What color is Amber's mane?

MFW I see a fluffy pony abuse thread

Thread mvp right here

Is there a 9fag invasion going on right now?

Well, the usual reaction to that one is "good abuse, but y u gib smarties wut dey want?"

Gotta go live life now, so I'll dump the last one and peace out.

>Walking down the street
>See movement in corner of eye
>Stop to look
>Fluffy skitters out from behind trash can
>Punt the shitrat
>Sails away, crashes into wall
>"Nuuuu!"
>Another fluffy runs out from behind can
>"Speciaw fwend! Pweeze wakies!"
>Fluffy can't even cry through its punctured lungs
>Raise shoe to stomp the other
>"Pwease no hurt soon-mummah! Nuu hurt tummeh-babbehs!"
>Stop with foot halfway down
>"You're pregnant?"
>"Be soon-mummah, nuu hurt soon-mummah!"
>Place foot down "Of course."
>*sniff* "Mistah no gib fwuffy foevah sweepies?"
>"Of course I wouldn't. I'm pro-life after all."

>Take fluffy home
>She's late-term, so only a week or so before the babies come
>Screaming for hours about "biggest poopsies"
>In the end births three foals around 8pm
>Immedeately decides the blue one is best baby
>Cuddling and feeding them
>Walk over with toothpick
>Stab bestest babeh through in his mother's arms
>"Babeh! Nuuuu! Why meanie mistuh gib bestest babeh biggest owchies?"
>"Because fuck you, you're not pregnant anymore."
>"There's a fluffy doctor down the road. If you hurry, maybe you can save your foal."
>Open the door, she throws the foal on her back and takes off
>Doesn't see the mousetraps I laid earlier
>Cries out as she trips over them
>Tumbles down stairs, all the foals flying off her back
>Look out, none of the foals survived the fall, mare crying about biggest owchies
>Smile, shut door
>A couple hours later, her screams announce the arrival of the raccoons

Hahaha! I loved this one!

lovely.

Racoons made me giggle

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Here's comes the fluffies! 01

Best comic incoming

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Nicely written

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Daily reminder

sadly this isn't going to get steam
a lot of Sup Forumsros either have never heard of fluffs or just don't like them

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Not on Sup Forums, certainly. I could see it gaining traction outside, though, since even those who don't like fluffies know what we do to them.

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continue

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Of course my horse!
Hahaha, you see?
My horse? Fluffy?
Yes?
No?
OK, I know the exit door.

I like this approach. Instead of a concerted effort, it's just an uncaring world knocking them off one at a time.

Is that the end?

daly the artist never finished the story

sadly*

Sadly, this comic doesn't have an end

The last panel is simply amazing and sums up the whole fluffy "plot" perfectly.

Last one

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lurk moar faggot

For you

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One of the best illustrated histories about fluffie universe.

Always confused by this gif. Does it kill them?

Castration, I reckon

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Bumping for interest

slightly tweeked version.

Of course not. Fluffy had an horrendous life without legs, a butt plug and a urine collector bag in there urethra. Eating shitty quality dry food for Fluffy , and begging to be kill every time his/her master shows up.

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Here´s one i made reasently.

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I never quite understood what the purpose of fluffies or these kinds of threads in general was. Are you supposed to enjoy their misery? Feel sorry for them? Fap to them?

Bad mummah :(

You can do what you want with them, i think that is the charm of them

See above