New Fluffy-Thread. Have at it

New Fluffy-Thread. Have at it.

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You know what?
I kinda don't want to write anything right now.
I'm going to go play The Void.
Have this picture as my apology.

I just want to lean down to those Fluffies still sucking on the pacfiyer, grab it, and pop it out of their mouths. Watch them cry.

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Where's the rest!?

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That's it. It was a one-shot he made.

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Where do people request fluffy art? I was thinking someone could remake this.
pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF272-Bully.png

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This is the weirdest shit on /b. What the fuck is this, man?

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From what I've learned, it was made to take the piss out of Bronies. It got so bad that Fluffy Ponies were banned permanently from /mlp/. Now people are posting it here to attract new people, and I gotta say some of the personas I find here are pretty neat. Like this one fellow, Darth Maracas.

tiny horses with asshole personalities
lurk more

I always liked that story.

tbh one of the most uplifting fluffies out there

Awww yissss

I'm a lurker because I don't post in threads about tiny horses being torn to shreds? Excuse me for asking a question, faggot.

don't get me wrong, post all you like, the only thing im saying is that you'll understand more the more you lurk

I LIVE BECAUSE GERALD LIVES FOR ME

Gerald suffered for your sins.

10/10

Does anybody have that story about the apple farm? I was unable to finish it earlier.

fluffybooru.org/post/list/apple_acres_fluffy_story/1

darth maracas detected

Gerald is the only fluffy related thing that has made me cry, mostly because of the human connections.

did someone say they wanted to cry?!

Thanks, I'm still trying to work out searching on the booru

agreed, its admirable he didn't die in the end despite such hardship.
honestly I would have let the cancer run its course, but I am not as strong as gerald.

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that's pretty humane for a fluffy comic.

not all artists are abuse minded.

>fluffies can survive outdoors...

Oh my god what a rollercoaster ride of feels. Not what I was expecting AT ALL, but holy shit that was a good read.
10/10 please write more.

fluff hoarders would be as bad or worse as cat hoarders

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Someone post a story and I'll draw a picture based on it.

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most of my favorite stories are stupid long or have pictures already

>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

>"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

>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

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Detective stantz is my favorite

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I just found one of DeathProofPony's old stories that I think is pretty funny. Not very much, if any, abuse but the imagery is too funny for it to not be drawn, especially when the fluffy first comes in. With that I present:

Baby Huey

>Be a veterinarian
>Well, a vet tech. you have a couple more years of school to go
>Still, you're good at what you do. you work well with animals and their owners. you have good instincts.
>All goes well, the vet will sell his practice to you when he retires in a couple of years
>You even deal with fluffy ponies
>Some of them are great animals. You've helped with a few births and you have to admit the foals are cute as hell
>Some of the adults are very nice, too. These things get a bad rap sometimes.
>Not this time, though.
>Not Baby Huey.
>It's not really his fault... You could tell as soon as the snooty old woman walked into the clinic
>She had him in a baby carriage. A full-grown - actually kinda fat - fluffy pony in a fucking BABY CARRIAGE.
>This broad is definitely off her meds. Keeps referring to the fluffy as her "baby".
>She LITERALLY BOTTLE-FEEDS IT WHEN IT HAS A TANTRUM
>This broad is about one step away from being an animal hoarder. almost certainly certifiable anyway.
>You've seen people attached to their pets. they treat them like a member of the family. You can dig it.
>Shit, you had a dog who was only three when she died because the idiots taking care of her didn't know what "bloat" was.
>That was why you became a vet.
>But this fat piece of shit... his name is actually "Hubert". You almost immediately start calling him Baby Huey after the big fat retarded cartoon duck
>Seems his owner has to fly somewhere for her sister's funeral. someone probably dropped a house on her.
>She's boarding Baby Huey with the clinic for four days. immediately she starts in trying to negotiate price.

>if you have a customer you like - yeah... you'll give them a break.
>fuck this bitch. you stand firm, encourage her to try a different boarding facility. she finally relents.
>unloads a goddammed trash bag full of toys for this fat piece of shit, plus a milk crate of food, vitamins, god knows what else
>tell her he's in good hands. tell her not to worry.
>start fantasizing about whipping this thing's ass with a paddle
>the old crone finally leaves. you take a look at Baby Huey.
>like his namesake, he's yellow - although a pale yellow - with a blue mane and tail. also stubby pegasus wings.
>it talks like a fucking baby. not like regular fluffy talk... it sounds like a foal.
>"babeh need nummies! babeh wan miwlk! babeh wan mumma!"
>"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
>it immediately starts bawling. let it.
>you stuff its giant bag of toys into a closet and get its kennel ready.
>by the time you come back, it's all but petered out.
>put Huey in the kennel
>"whewe momma? hoobat hungwy! wan miwlkies!"
>"Huey, you're over a year old. You're too old for milk."
>"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! wan miwlkies! wan NAOW! NAOW NAOW NAOW..."
>you kick the door of his kennel. the sound shuts him up for the moment.
>you stick a bowl of dry fluffy kibble in the cage.
>"Eat up, fatass."
>"dun wike dis! wan miwlkies! wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
>you leave the kennel room. get some paperwork done, letting Pandora drown out the sobbing of Baby Huey
>time to go home. one final check on the animals in the kennels.
>two cats, already passed out
>a beagle. energetic, but you had her out in the paddock for an hour. she's tuckered.
>a bassett hound. they were born to sleep.

>Baby Huey. his eyes pink and sore from crying all afternoon, snot hanging down from his nose.
>he's kicked over his bowl of fluffy kibble.
>"Get it all over the floor, for all I care. you eat that or you eat nothing."
>"but wan miwlk..."
>his voice is hoarse. err... pardon the pun. at least that'll shut him up so he won't bother the others
>"Nighty night, you fat fucking load."
>hit the lights. and 3... 2... 1...
>"nu wike dawkies! wan nightwite!"
>of COURSE it has a nightlight.
>not tonight, it don't
>"Shut the fuck up, Huey. These cats don't need a nightlight. These dogs don't need one. I'm not plugging a nightlight in for one big fat baby."
>"wahhhhhhhhhh"
>his throat is so sore from crying over his food his sobbing now sounds more like a child muttering "wah" to itself rather than a full-blown tantrum.
>"Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
>"wahhhhh..."
>next morning swing in to the clinic a half hour before everyone else. you get all the kenneled animals cleaned and fed
>last is Baby Huey. and you can tell from odor that he messed his cage.
>yep. a big wet deuce right in the middle of the floor. Huey sits in the corner, staring at it sadly.
>"Why didn't you use your litter box, Huey? You like the smell of your own nasty shit?"
>"wah wittz box?"
>"Wha... what?"
>"Wazza witta box?"
>you can see in his eyes he's not kidding
>you point to the plastic tray in the corner of his cage with a special blend of stones and wood shavings to negate the pony poop smell.
>"That. That's where you go poopies and pee. Didn't you know that?"
>"dun nuu dat."
>"How do you go to the bathroom at home?"
>"mumma put babeh in diepees."
>"Diapies? SHE PUTS A DIAPER ON YOU?"
>"Hoobat mumma's speshal babeh."
>"Jesus christ."
>clean up the foulness. Huey must have gotten desperate because he's eaten at least a few pieces of pony chow.
>pour a fresh bowl of it
>"wan miwlk..."
>"DON'T CARE. EAT YOUR KIBBLE."
>"wah."

>"Oh, Huey? I'll be back in a few minutes. Then you're going to have a good old time."
>"wazzat?"
>"Bath time."
>"buh... buh... NUUUUUUUUUUUU! NU BAFF! DUN WIKE! DUN WIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!"
>close the door to his screams and cries. it gets easier every time.
>get a couple of the exam rooms prepped. the nurse, the vet, the other vet tech and the receptionist all come breezing in.
>"Guys... I'm gonna have to bathe fatass down there, so if you hear screaming it's just him having a coniption fit."
>"Heh... better you than me, Dave."
>"I could have YOU do it, Mikey."
>"Nooooooo that's okay..."
>you really could, but you give the kid a break for today. you'll handle chubbs mcgee.
>"So... you ready, widebody?"
>"dun wann baff."
>"That's nice."
>you open his kennel and scoop up the bloated fluffy.
>they usually top out at 15 pounds, maybe 20 if they eat a lot or get shaved and actually build up their leg muscles.
>this motherfucker weighs about thirty pounds. not gigantic but way too big for a healthy fluffy. he'll be dead of a heart attack in a year
>you plop him down unceremoniously in the utility sink and flip him on his back
>"wah"
>"shaddup."
>gross. shit stains on his ass fluff, around his fuzzy balls, a few dingleberries.
>"Doesn't she ever bathe you?"
>"dun wike baffs!"
>"Yeah. That's healthy."
>you take a pair of electric trimmers and shave the fluff around his filthy asshole and taint. he sobs the whole time
>"dunn take fwuff... bad hooman take fwuff..."
>having cleared away most of the shit-matted fluff, you hose down his nether regions with water and soap him up real good
>"dun wike touchy speshal pwace. mumma say it diwty."
>"Your momma would. She hasn't gotten laid since the Carter administration."

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Holy Shit! Double Trips

>hose him down. dry him. at least he doesn't stink like shit any more.
>whoops... spoke too soon. he grunts and starts to squat
>quickly hold him over a trash can and squeeze. a ridiculously long poop spills out of him.
>"Was that as good for me as it was for you?"
>"wan miwlk."
>"That's for babies."
>"Hoobat is babeh!"
>that fucking does it.
>you go upstairs and locate a fluffy dam who gave birth a few days ago. she's going home with her three foals today. you snatch one - a pegasus.
>it flutters its wings rapidly and starts chirping for its mother.
>the mother, predictably, begs for its return
>"pwease giff babeh! dun huwty babeh!"
>"God, shut the fuck up, I'm not gonna hurt it. I'll bring it right back."
>you really need to invest in a cattle prod for these fluffy fucks.
>take the foal downstairs. open Huey's cage and grab him by the scruff of his neck
>hold the little foal up to him.
>"THIS is a baby! understand? THIS IS A BABY! YOU are NOT a baby any more! Your owner is a CRAZY LADY."
>"hoobat am babeh..."
>"NO... THE FUCK... YOU AREN'T. Look. LOOK!"
>you hold up the foal to him. the baby hugs your fingers and suckles them.
>Baby Huey looks at the baby sadly, then looks down at his own bloated body
>"hoobat nuu babeh."
>"That's right."
>"hoobat good fwuffy?"
>"Use your litterbox and eat your food. Stop crying about everything. That's what good fluffies do."
>he seems to finally get it.
>you put the foal back with its mother
>Huey spends the next couple of days using his litter box and eating his fluffy kibble. he actually loses a couple of pounds
>next day - the owner will be here. this should be interesting.
>"How is my precious little baby? How is he? How's my good little boy?"
>"hoobat nu babeh. hoobat is a man naow!"
>"WHAT WHAT WHAT?"
youtube.com/watch?v=_3PUu88nOcw

>"I guess he did some growing up while he was here, ma'am."
>"No! This is unacceptable! My precious little baby has been corrupted! He was such a good boy..."
>"Prepare to accept the unacceptable. He can use a litter box. He can eat solid food. He doesn't need a diaper like an incontinent dementia patient!"
>"can we go home pwease."
>"I Don't like this one bit! Come on, Hubert!"
>she tries to load him in her baby carriage. he climbs out.
>"Hoobat wann wawk!"
>"ARGLEBLARGLE!"
>"Have a nice day."
>Hubert looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a little nod.
>you give him a wink back. he's going to be okay.
>Baby Huey learned to grow up.

End of story.

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It's a sign keep the fluff flying boys!

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Just imagine
>fluffies become real
>buy a pig hamster on first day available
>fluffy is your average CoD 13 year old and unbearable

Really good story.
Could have more elaborate focus on Hubert and his growth process, but still really good.

Is dried fluffy shit the equivalent of C4 or is that only in certain headcannons?

I wasn't really thinking about that when I found it on the booru. I was too busy reading and laughing.

Haaaaa

It's the first I've heard about this but quite a few stories have fluffy manure as being super-fertilizer and some fertilizers can be used as improvised explosive ordnance, so... not out of the realm of possibility.

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Why advertise that?

I think there's a story where a guy tracks a herd back to it's nest in an abandoned warehouse in the woods finds out it's the home of a super herd and chucks a molotov or something into it and when the flames hit the mountains of dried shit the place goes up like at the end of Tremors 2

Ah, Tremors. One of my favorite movie series with one of my favorite characters, Burt "No kill like overkill" Gummer. The fifth movie I didn't think was as good as the previous movies. I liked the new African Assblasters and Graboids with detachable tentacles but the rest was kinda boring and the whole "bloodlines" thing just seemed shoehorned in.

I wonder what Burt Gummer could do with his arsenal to a mega herd, considering he's pretty much /k/ to the max.

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I was just curious to see what it was, user.

Dumping Wolfram.

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