Can we get a fluffy thread?

Can we get a fluffy thread?

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Here's a mummuh and babbeh I did

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Thanks for the bump

Kweh.

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inb4 why

Thank you

they'll ask anyway, you could use it in the op and people will still ask why, it's almost like they can't figure out google or something

fluffy nids count?

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the best answer is just to ignore them tbh

it happens often enough that theyre just fishing for easy
>yous

"We gonna num aww yur biomass!"

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Thanks

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Looks like mine!

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I don't get it, what's up with the chocobo posting? Is it like the banana in ylyl threads? Also here's some OC I made

XENOS!

XENOS!

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what do you guys prefer more hugbox or abuse? i'm torn between which of the two to draw
(or silly stuff if you guys can submit ideas)

Bretty gud

ABUSE ABUSE ABUSE

Why pick just one?

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I would love too see the Aftermath. my favorite part is when the fluffy says " Wan Die "

Are you the one who asks for the wan die loops?

no. i just find it amusing the fluffy wants to die . ( i don't know the reason why it wants too ) so to me. it just wants to die for the sake of dieing

Who has the bestest huggies story? I got like halfway through when the thread 404d

Did you search the booru?

Yeah, no luck

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hey this is comic chan 2

me and an user known as pizza guy wrote a story, would anyone like to read it?

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Sure

Need more details to decide if I want to read it. At current, not really.

ok, keep in mind i haven't cleaned it up and i think it's still a wip

hewwo mistew, halp fwuffie pwease? nee nummies fo babbehs, am mummah soon
>said a light blue mare with a purple mane, she's standing in an alley near a dumpster, seems she can't reach any of the trash in her condition

Nothing good starts with a pregnant mare. She's getting a punt into the far end of the alley. Hopefully, there's a wall for her to splatter off of.

>you inexplicably miss the fluffy
>the fat mare tries to waddle to the safety of her cardboard box
nuuuu huwt fwuffie pwaese, am mummah soon, babbehs nee mummah fo hugs an miwkies

"There's no reason for me to help you. I've had enough experiences with new mothers to know you fluffies make HORRIBLE mothers. Why, then, should I help you?"
>gives fluffy a stern look
>it better be a damned good answer
>reaches into pocket for lighter

nuu am bad fwuffie, am gud fwuffie, make gud poopies an pway wif mummah an...
>the mare stops
where am mummah? mummah take fwuffie to pawk an pway, buh den she go wif udda hoomin an i nuuu know whewe mummah am...
>a momebt passes and the mare slumps on her hind legs and sobs
>you notice the collar

"So, instead of waiting where you were--where your momma could find you when she came back--you decided to wander off alone. Goddamn, you fluffies are dumb shits at times."
>sighs heavily
>does not really want to get involved
>dumbass pests
>the owned ones tend to be the worst, in your experience
>more arrogant and entitled
"All right. I understand your position. I need you to do something for me. Your momma would be upset if you ate 'trashy nummies.' You'll be all right for a little longer. Chill here; I can keep you company for a little while."

otay...wai,mummah say dat fwuffie can ask hoomin to caww numbew on my cowwar an mummah come an get fwuffie, is dat otay mistew?

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>legitimately surprised with the fluffy's memory
"All right. I'm going to reach down and look at your collar. Relax."
>checks phone number
>steals a couple pets
>shit machines they may be...but they're damned soft and cuddly
>call number
"Yeah, I'm calling in regards to your fluffy. Seems she wandered off from the park, scared you abandoned her. She's with me in an alley near (insert location here.) I'll keep her company until you can pick her up."
>and she'd better come soon...

IS DAT MUMMAH? mistew is mummah gonna get fwuffie? mummah nuu mad at fwuffie
>you learn from her tags that her name is sky

"Not actually sure, Sky. I left her a message. She may be upset, but, sometimes, humans get upset because that's what good mommas do when their babies are in danger. You could have gotten 'forever sleepies' very easily out here..."
>chagrined look crosses face
"Hell, you're lucky my kick missed. Sorry about that, by the way; there are a lot of bad fluffies out here that really do deserve a good kicking."

das wut mummah teww fwuffie abou duh uh.. few.. fewal......fewewalses.....duh ousidey fwuffies am bad, mummah say fwuffie am gud fwuffie an hab gud babbehs

"It's not just the ferals. Your momma ever tell you about 'smartie friends?'"
>fists clench
>still pissed over the last herd that tried to cross his lawn
>never saw a herd with three smarties before
>much less smartie triplets

wut am smawties? mummah say fwuffwy am smawt fo pway wif bwockies an owdew dem by colow

>shakes his head some
"Smarties are...well, I can tell from this conversation you're not one of them. You are very smart, but a smartie only THINKS he's smart. Smarties think they know everything and boss other fluffies around. Sometimes, they're pretty tough, but most of the time they get other fluffies to be tough for them. They even think they can give forever sleepies to humans and are known to attempt this. Smarties are VERY bad fluffies."

why gib foweva sweepies to hoomins? smawties am dummehs, hoomins gib huggsies an nummies an housies an wub, why smawties nuu wan wub?

"The answer is somewhat complicated. Truthfully, we're not sure why smarties are the way they are. Personally, I suspect it has something to do with their upbringing. They tend to start by being mean to their brothers and sisters when little."
>reaches over absentmindedly to pet Sky
>is mildly surprised at how truly GOOD she is

>sky snuggles up closer to user
dose mistew hab fwuffies?

"No. I've taken a few into my home before, but I seem to have bad luck. No smarties, but they all seemed to be..."
>pauses a moment, not sure if she'll understand
"...arrogant. Demanding. I'd give them sketties once and they'd demand it every day. Then you go on to various places online and see stories..."

mummah said sketties am fo fwidies an speciew ocayshionses
>you can hear here struggle a lot on that last word
.. stowies? fwuffie wike stowies

"I don't think you'd like these. There are some very bad fluffies out there...and some very cruel humans who seem to find them. Those fluffies always get the worst hurties you can imagine--and worse than that--before the truly lucky ones get forever sleepies. Not all humans are like that, but fluffies are often seen as vermin. It's not your fault, really. It's just how things seem to be."

nuu hewties pwease....nuu wike huwties, why awe sum fwuffy an hoomin gud buh udda fwuffy an hoomin am poopeh?
>you hear your phone ring, it's the owner

>is about to get into a theological discussion with a fluffy
>yes, really
>saved by the phone
"Hold on, little one. It may be your momma."
>answer
"user's phone..."

uhh hey you the guy who found my fluffy?

"I believe so. Can you describe her real quick for me?"
>just wants to be sure
>would hate himself forever if an abuser got ahold of Sky at this point

light blue, purple mane, named sky? probably still pregnant? look i don't want her back ok, i dumped her at the park and figured she'd be dead by now so idk, like do whatever to it, im sick of it anyway *click*.....
>you pause a moment
is mummah comin teh get fwuffie? am fwuffie goin homesies?

"No, Sky."
>places hand gently on her neck, unhooking the collar
>pulls her a little closer knowing she'll be completely heartbroken
"Your momma has decided there are more important things in her life than you. I'm sorry. I know how much you love her. However, you're not completely out of luck. How about this: I still have some things from before at home. I'll give you a week. If you can convince me it's a good idea, and I've got some issues of my own, I'll become your new forever daddy. If not, I'll find you the best home I can. Sound fair?"

n-nuu mummah, mummah hete fwuffie?
>sky starts to cry and soon erupts into loud sobbing
>B-BUH BABBEHS NEE HOMESIESS UHHUUUHUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU hic why mummah nuu wike fwuffie? pwease hewp mistew nuu wan be awone, nuu wan be bad smawty fewwewwel, uhhhuuuuuuuuhuuuuuuuuuu
>she buries her face into your arm and cries, long soft sobs now, you were right her heart is broken, but soon you take her home and she soon forgets about mummah

>stops in some grass outside his condo
"Before we go inside, if you need to poop or pee, do it now. It will be a little while before I can get you a litter box set up."
>waits patiently for her to take care of business
>leads her inside to the spare room
>not a proper safe room, but it'll do
"Stay here for a little while. I need to dig out what I have to make you feel more at home. After that, we'll eat. Okay?"

otay nyu daddeh...
>looks around
wewe am wittew bawks? wewe make gud poopies?

"I'll show you as soon as I get it set up. It will be in here, though."
>realizes he has a box, but no litter
>and no fluffy food
>corner store has low grade food
>no way in hell he's feeding her that crap...even if she wasn't expecting
>brings a couple boxes in from the garage
"All right...here's a red ball...and here's a green ball...and here's your litter box. I need to go buy some litter, but go ahead and use this box for the moment if you really need to. It'll clean up easily enough."
>continues to dig through the box, looking for things he thinks she'd really like

otay nyu daddeh, fwuffie make gud poopies in wittew bawks
>sky starts to waddle heavily towards the balls
ehheeehheheee wub bawls bawls am fun teh pway wif

>finishes unpacking things
"All right, I'll be back in about five minutes. I'm going to run down to the store to pick up something to eat and that litter. In the mean time, to help keep you company..."
>places a radio on a shelf and plugs it in
>puts some calming rock music on for her
"...I will be back as soon as I can. Don't forget, there's plenty of fresh water right over here if you get thirsty."
>shuts the door and leaves for the store
>buy the litter and spaghetti fixings
>returns 8 minutes later
"Still all right, Sky"
>opens spare room back up

>sky is upside down and flailing her legs
hewp daddeh, fwoow munsta hab fwuffie, nee hewp nee hugs
>the room is the way you left it otherwise

>gives her a deadpan stare
>corner of his mouth is smirking, though
>figures she's playing a game
"How'd the floor get you, little one?"

uhuuuhuuuuuu hewp daddeh, fwuffie nee hewp
>she starts to cry
uhuuuhuuuuuu nuuu wike meanie fwoow

>pinches bridge of his nose
>oh, god, she's serious...
"All right, all right..."
>picks her up
>turns her over
>puts her back on her feet
"Seriously, how'd that happen?"

fank ou daddeh
>gives you a hug
fwuffie am pway wif baww an den i step ona baww and fwoow munsta won't wet fwuffie go,
>sticks her tongue
MEANIE FWOOW, NUU AM GET DI FWUFFIE, daddeh sabe fwuffie

"You need to be more careful. It's not the floor that you should be mad at, but the ball. If you wouldn't have stepped on the ball, you wouldn't have seen the floor to be a monster."
>has crouched down to her level
>maybe she's not as smart as he thought
>how quickly will she learn, though?
"So, let's go see about getting ourselves something to fill our tummies, hmm?"
>rustles her mane

otay daddeh
>follows you to the food

>starts cooking dinner
"So, Sky...if I'm going to be your daddy, I'd like you to tell me more about you."
>the spaghetti will take a little while
>mom's special recipe
>figures it's going to be miles better than what that airhead was feeding her

otay, wat daddeh wan kno?

"What do you like? How was your life before...today's unpleasantness?"
>gives her a couple headpats
"And if you want to know anything, just ask."

i wike teh pway, an wun an baww, an hides a go seekies an countiin, an babbehs an sketties an... an uh an stuffie fwends, stuffy fwends an tee timsie, an wettews an suess
>after a moment of contemplating she finally asked
wut am daddehs favowite pway?

"I like to build models. It's kinda like stacking blocks, but very precise. It...calms me. Daddy can be very high strung at times."
>stirs pots
>gives her a sympathetic look
"Why would your old mommy just want to discard you like that? You seem to be an ideal fluffy and it sounds like she had been very happy with you..."

i nuuu kno, old mummuh used ta pway awe de times, pway tea times an hide an go seekies, an pway schoowhousies, but mummah nuu wan pway nuu mowe, an fwuffie onwy wan wub, but mummah nuu wan pway wif fwuffie, den she bwing fwuffie teh pawk an pwimise teh pway an den fine nice mistah an mistew am nyu daddeh

"Hmm..."
>drops deep in thought
>tastes food
>just about ready
"I can't say I'll want to play with you all the time. Some days, I'll just want to relax. I can do hugs and cuddles, though."
>pets some more
>would hug, but is not sure how much fluffies shed
>drains pasta
>plates food
>gives her a seat at the table
"Only come up here when I bring you up here, OK? And be very careful; it's still hot and you might get mouth hurties."

otay daddeh, fank ou fo deh nummies, make bestes mowkies fo babbehs
>sky starts to dig into her sketty, she gets some of it on the table, but after she cleans off the plate she likes the spill of the table
>all the while chortling with glee, almost as if she had completely forgotten the terrible events of the day

>sighs some
>ah, to be able to let shit go that easily
"Good?"
>clears the table, watching carefully to make sure she won't fall off the chair
>sets her back on the floor and walks toward the living room
>beckons her to follow him

fank ou daddeh, sketties am deh nummiest sketties ebba, make good miwkies fo babbeh

"Why do you have babies in the first place? Did Old Mommy tell you you could?"
>tone of voice implies genuine curiosity
>picks her up gently and sits with her
>nestles her gently between his leg and the arm of the chair

fwuffie asked mummah fo babbehs, aftew mummah stopped pwaying wif fwuffie an mummah say yes, den fwuffie an stawion make speciaw hugs an nao am soon mummah

"Hmm...well, I'm not terribly keen on having a whole family here. It's a lot of work, raising babies, and many fluffies, especially the ones who say they'll be 'bestest mummah,' wind up doing some very bad things."
>pause for effect
"That's not to say you will, of course. I'm just concerned because I'm...well, I keep seeing bad things happening just because bad things happen."
>hugs gently

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siwwy daddeh babbehs am fo wub an huggies, nuu hewties, fwuffie wiww be teh bestes mummah ebba, mummah teach babbehs to wub an pway an dancies an make gud poopies an be fanfuww teh daddeh an mummah.
>sky hugs you back, her head full of maternal bliss and the pitter patter of little hoives

"All right. I'm going to trust you on this."
>bites lip, staring off into the middle distance
>thinks about some of the videos he's seen
>really hopes it works out this time
>afraid it won't
"Hey, let's watch a little TV."
>puts on some old sitcoms
>begins to veg

otay daddeh
>agreeable as ever
>sky snuggles right up to her nyu daddeh
>she has completely put her trust in this new dad
>something that comes easy to fluffies due to their naivety
>sky eventually falls asleep to the calm lull of the tv and the comfy vibe of the scene as a whole

*later*
>bedtime
>gently picks up the sleeping fluffy
>lays her gently in a small nest of old blankets he'd thrown down earlier
>smiles some in the dark
>turns to leave
>shuts the door...

>slaps forehead
>plugs in night light

>bright time
>i wake up
>where's dad?
>WHERE AM I?
>oh yeah this is my new room
>...
>gotta make poopies
>got to litter box
>make good poopies
>...
>plays with ball for a while and finally lays to rest on blanket nest
dese wiww make bestes nestie fo babbehs
>starts singing soon be mummah songs, no rhythm no rhymes, fluffy free style

>morning again
>joy...
>at least he's on vacation
>give him a couple days to bond a bit with Sky
>if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.
>yawns loudly, padding down the hall to the bathroom
"Still doing all right, little one? I'll let you out in a little bit; daddy needs a shower."

>half hour later
>cleaned and pressed
>door opens
"Sleep well?"

hewwo daddeh, fwuffie make gud poopies
>waddles over to litter box with a half burried pile in it
>then waddles over to dad
heehee daddeh smeww pwetty wike fwowews

>sniff sniff
>flowers?
>dafuq?
>uses Irish Spring
"Very good, Sky. Keep up the good work. We need to go out to a special store today. Would you like to go now or in a little while?

wa kina stowe? can fwuffie guu dwivesies?

"I planned to walk, if you're up for it. We're going to the fluffy store to get you some good food to help your babies grow strong and healthy...maybe we'll see something else nice for you if you're good."

otay daddeh, fwuffie wub walkies, wan bigges stwonges bestes babbehs ebba

"Let's roll then."
>crouches and looks her in the eyes
"Stay very close to me. When we're outside, NEVER go so far away from me that you can't see me. Also, let me know you're still with me every so often, if you would. It'll help me keep you safe."
>at least, as safe as possible for these fragile, accident prone creatures to be
>he hopes

otay daddeh
>user opens the door and the walk begins
>sky stays fairly close during the walk, and only strays to look at and eat flowers and other freerange nummies

>is mildly concerned about what she's browsing on
>has little knowledge of what plants might prove toxic to a fluffy
>then again, they can survive on garbage
>who really knows the limits of their intestinal fortitude?

>make it safely to the store
>looks like your standard chain pet store
>fluffies for sale kept toward the back
"All right. Remember to stay close."
>walk in and head directly toward the food

otay, daddeh
>follows dad to nummies
>looks around at the tall shelves and other humans
hewwo am fwuffy, ny namesie am skwy, an dis am mah nyu daddeh

>blushes some
>prefers to shop unnoticed
>stares over the selection of kibble
>way too many choices
>even for just maternity food
>anything to milk a buck out of the consumer, I guess
"Hey, Sky...other than skettie, do you have a favorite food flavor?"

uuuuuhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm....
>seems to be stuck
i nu kno
>looks around and sees a light blue bag among the food you're looking at
meybe dat wun
>pointing a hoof at the bag, this draws giggles and dawws from some of the other patrons

>picks up and examines the bag
>liver and onion flavored?
>what the hell was that bitch feeding her?
>for that matter, what marketing genius came up with the flavor in the first place?
"Well...maybe it's time to try something a little different. How about..."
>pulls down a different flavor from the same brand
>roast beef dinner
"...this?"

woast beef? wat am dat? isi nummies?
>sky has started to rest on her haunches, fucking maternity man, it can be a drag

>sighs internally
>knew this was going to happen
>damnit, I really don't want to carry her AND whatever else we need
>will deal with it when the time comes
"Yes, it is. It's just different nummies."
>gives her a concerned look
"You gonna be all right to make it home?"

uh-huh, fwuffie xan walkies
>sky gets up on her legs again and waddles up to user and hugs his leg
>more dawwws and giggles come from passers-by

I just had a very sad discussion with a friend who didn't believe that someone else than him could have things affecting his mentality. I'd like some fluffy sadbox to make myself feel better right about now.

"All right, but make sure to tell me if you're not feeling well."
>blushes more furiously
>becoming very self-conscious about the giggling patrons but does his best to keep an even face
"Let's go get you a couple new toys. I know what I've got is a little generic, so I want to get something special just for you."

NYU TOY? wewe?
>sky starts looking around as best she could, and finally spots the toy section
YAAAAAAAYYYYYYY
>pure jubilation
>makes a slow waddling bee line towards the toys
>on they way a femanon, distracts sky by petting her and asking where her owner is
ovew dewe wif de woasted nummies

>quickly trails behind her
>definitely more like being a parent than a pet owner
>of course, he's encouraging it
>hard enough not to even with regular pets
>much less a sentient one
"Easy there. I know you're exited..."
>looks up to see femanon
>meh, she's probably seeing someone anyway
>keeps walking, nodding to her
"All right, take your time and pick TWO that you like the absolute most."

>eyes go wide with excitemebt
fwuffie can hab tooo toysies?
>waddles over to hug you
fank ou daddeh, am bestes daddeh
>turns around to pick out toys
>femanon from before comes up
um hey sorry to bother you but did that fluffy have a collar with the name...oh what was it sky?

>freezes completely
>oh, ho
>I see where this is going...
>does not turn around
"Why, yes. She had lost her mother and I stumbled on her in an alley. When I called the number on her collar about returning her, the bitch on the other end informed me she "figured she'd be dead by now so do whatever to it."
>turns slowly, his best hateful glare at the ready

>femanon just stares in mild disbelief
really? im sorry but im gonna call the former owner to confirm
>she's goes off for a moment to make the call
>sky is still looking at toys trying to decide between a block set and 4 different stuffed animals
>you laugh nervously when you realize it's a trick block set
>oh shit oh shit oh shit what do i do
>the femanon returns
ok yeah everything's good, just got off the phone with the former owner, can you believe that? actually abandoned her pregnant fluffy to die?
btw you are a great person to take her in, are you gonna adopt her or do you plan on finding her a home?

>stands there blankly for a second
>all that righteous fury built up and nowhere to go
>shakes his head a few times to clear it
"Sorry about that. I wasn't sure for a second there if she'd come back to try to accuse me of theft or something. I'm actually not sure yet. She seems to have the best temperament of any fluffy I've ever heard of, though I must admit most of my experience has been with either friends who took in strays or the 'dime-a-dozen bin' type. I just don't know if I'm a suitable fluffy parent. It takes a lot of patience.

"At any rate, if I don't keep her myself, I'm reasonably certain I can find her a good home."
>quietly whispers to himself "Really hope I don't have to go that road, though...:

>the femanon, nods and intently listens to you (not sure if i mentioned her being an employee here)
yeah don't worry, she admitted to abandoning her so i gotta file some paperwork for her, you don't need to of course unless you want to buy insurance, if you want however, sky has a tracking chip in her so you can use your phone to track her, also i would suggest getting her a collar to help ward off abusers.
>she then shows you the app and you talk back and forth about fluffy and foal care
>sky finally returns with a stuffed cat and rabbit
hewwo daddeh, hewwo stowe wady, can fwuffie hab dese stuffie fwends?

>cocks his head some (figured employee pretty quick)
"How's a collar going to ward off abusers? Sure, it might make a few think twice but, God forbid, she gets loose...if someone wants to torture a fluffy badly enough they won't give a damn."
>continues to converse about care
>more knowledge is actually making him more uncertain
>so many things can go wrong for a fluffy
>now fully understands why some people swear by them as companions, though
>smiles at Sky as she returns
"If those are the ones you really want, you're more than welcome to them."
>takes them from her gently
"I'll hang on to them for you until we get home."

otay daddeh
>she engrosses herself in some flashy bright thing nearby
>the femanon asks
so is that all you need? is there anything i could help you with? oh also she should be giving birth in about a week, hopefully on the weekend so you can be there to help
>you hear sky down near your leg giggling and clapping to the song playing over the PA

>yeah, she had to bring up the B word
>fluffies are notoriously terrified of water
>cannot hide a shudder

"Actually, I'm going to need a few things to upgrade her safe room. Most of what I have is serviceable leftovers from previous fluffy experiences but...I can't put the right words to it, but I feel like I'm not doing enough to ensure her comfort, both physically and emotionally."
>reaches down absently and pets Sky a few times
>the softness is addictive

well one idea I've seen is to...
>femanon goes through the shelves dedicated to fluffies, she picks up a black jar and holds it out with some sidewalk chalk
you could paint the bottom part of the room with this special paint, it acts like a black board so your fluffies can draw on the wall and make it their own.
>she continues to thinks
do you have a nightlight and a radio? yeah ok how about toys? that'll suffice for now, she'll be busy with babies soon anyway
>continues to ponder
other then that you should be fine, fluffies are nothing if not easily distracted, and like i said, the best thing to do when she gives birth is to clean them off and put them near her utters, foals need food within minutes of birth, ok anymore questions?

>accepts the paint
>brilliant idea
>not sure how much Sky likes to draw, but if she doesn't, maybe the babies will
"I think we'll be all right for now. One last thing: can you recommend a quality fluffy vet...just in case?"
>walks toward the front of the store to cash out
>pays
>thanks kind employee for her assistance

>femanon gives you contacts to all the local vets that take fluffies
>on the way home sky did mostly the same things as the way to the store
>pretty flowers, eat the flowers
>sky saw a squirrel and tries to make friends
>the squirrel scampers away
why booshy tawe fwend nuu wan pway wif fwuffy?
>you get home and sky just wants to lay down, so she starts heading to her room to rest,
>*waddle waddle*

10/10 so far

"Because 'bushy tail friend' is a dick. They're too busy raiding bird feeders to play with fluffies."
>uneventful walk is uneventful
>crashes in the recliner with his laptop as she waddles off
"Let me know when you get hungry."

>she naps for a few hours
>she wakes only to use the litter box
>goes back to napping
>wakes up again because she's hungry
>peeks head out of safe room
hewwo? daddeh?

>a very light snoring is coming from the living room
>he dozed off on the couch
>there's a stack of books and folders near his feet
>stable enough for a fluffy to climb without incident up on to the couch

>dad didn't answer...
>maybe the floor got him
>i must help A #1 father
>stamp the floor down while i go searching for dad
>following dads sleepy noises
>make it to the living room
>dad's on the couch, so it wasn't the floor who got him...
>see stack of magazines and books
>must hewp daddeh
>pause
>"remember, you can't go up here unless i tell you no"
>sky begins to tremble, remembering the sorry stick
>goes over to dads pant leg
>grab pant leg with mouth and tug
>starts mumbking through clenched teeth
shtoopie coushes, nuuuuuu tak daddeh fwum fwuffie
>HAUL HER IN BOYS, PUT YER BACKS INTO IT

"Gwuh? Wuzzat? The hell?"
>looks at Sky tugging at his pants
"Oh, yeah...right..."
>big yawn
"Almost forgot about you. What's up? Why didn't you just come up here?"

>sky looks up, both startled and relieved
daddeh? duh couch twied teh num ou and fwuffie sabed ou,
>she gets on her haunches and starts literally dancing with joy
>then sky stopped suddenly
oh yea, fwuffy am hungwy an nee nummies fo babbehs
thanks user

Sadbox or hugbox, fluffy vs life is more enjoyable then mindless violence

>chuckles, picking her up and setting her on the couch
"No, the couch wasn't trying to eat me. That's just how daddy sleeps. Honestly, where do you come up with these silly ideas?"
>ruffles her mane again
"All right, let's go get you something to eat."
>pours a bowl of kibble
>sets it out near the water dish
>few more pets for good measure
"Enjoy."
>lounges on the floor in the safe room with her, reading an article about the newest hydraulic motors

ehheeehheheee otay daddeh
>goes with user to the safe room
>user pours the kibble
*sniff sniff* *munch*
>sky finishes her meal and goes over to user
ehheeeehehehhhhheeeee TAG OU IT
>sky taps user on the shoulders and starts to flee

"Oh, really, now..."
>smirks darkly
"You think you can escape ME?!"
>swoops in behind her, snatching her up in one fluid motion and swinging her around in a circle
"Wheeeeeeeeeee!"
>sets her right back down and slips quickly out of the room
"No, you're it!"

>am dah fastes wunnew eba
>wewe fwoow munsta go?
>user starts swinging
ehhheeehehheeeeeee, soon mummah am fwying
>back to the floor
>a little dizzy
"no, you're it! "
>still dizzy
o-otay daddeh
>walks right into wall next to door
>tries again, success
>see dad going down the hall
ehhheeehehheeeeeee fwuffie am gowna get ou EEEHHEHEEEEEHHHEEHEHEEE
>the house fills with the sounds of mirth as the sky and her new owner play
>this continues for a few days and things go really well
>no real mishaps and plenty of wtf moments
>user is heading to work for the day after feeding sky.
>he turns to say good bye

(wanted to advance the story a bit, hope you don't mind)

(Not a problem at all)
"You got everything you need, Sky? I'm going to be gone for quite some time."
>double checks everything
>radio is on low
>has slowly been introducing heavier music
>it's worked well so far
>some fluffies are designed to be horrified by obscenities and metal
>food and water are filled
>litter box is clean
>could be a problem if she gives birth while he's out
>risk he's going to have to take, though

am otay daddeh
>sky is distracted by all the activity in her tummeh
>she's gotten so big that she can barely walk
>so user moved everything closer together for her
heeeheeheheeee tummeh feew funny

>oh, dear God...
>that's a conversation he wants to have now with his boss
>personal day to help a toy give birth?
>yeah right...
"Sky, you're going to want to stay in your nest for now. Your babies may be coming soon. I need to make a phone call and I'll be right back."

>shuts the door part way
>wait until this news gets around
>a single mechanical engineer with a fluffy?
>yeah, his coworkers are going to have a field day
>dials
"Yeah, boss?
Not bad. Stayed at home for the most part.
Listen, I need a favor..."
>swallows hard
"I'm going to need to telecommute today.
No, no. I'm fine. Problem is, though, that I...kinda wound up taking in a pregnant fluffy."
>sighs deeply as his boss laughs for five minutes straight
"That's right, I did. Yes, the guy who once fed 50 of them through a wood chipper at the Christmas party. Yeah. Yeah, she's starting to go into labor. All right, thanks. I'll get those plans vetted by next Thursday, trust me. Bye."
>goddamn it...

otay daddeheeeeehheheeheeehehheheeeee tickwes
>as user talks to his boss on the phone, sky starts to sing
>no rhythm
>no rhyme
>fluffy freestyle
>singing about babies and luv and hugs n shit like that
>then something deep in sky had stirred
uh oh, nee make bigges poopies
>sky gets up and half waddles, half drags herself to the litter box
>she starts to push

"NO! Sky, not in the litter box! That's not poopies, that's babies!"
>scoops her out and back into the nest
>runs around, grabbing towels, hot water, etc.
"Keep going, little one. I'm right here. You need to clean each one of them as they come out. It may not taste good, but it'll make sure the babies are safe and warm."
>guides her into a birthing position, mostly using online guides to walk him through this
>is also really not looking forward to cleaning up after her when it's over, but that's for later...
>now is time to make sure everything comes out smoothly

BABBEHS? IS TIME FOW BABBEHS
>her legs start to waggle in excitement
>she begins to lush again, listening to her dads instructions
>after a minute or so of labor the first foal starts to come out

roll for number of babies

and that's five lets see what kinds they are, user?

>first foal is light red earth type with an emerald mane
>passes the foal to momma to clean
>only let her watch the birthing/baby shows on FluffTV
>personally believes the rest of it is hot garbage
>much better entertainment elsewhere
>ANYWHERE else

"Here you go, Sky. You're doing great."

BABBEH! WWWUUUUBBBBB!!!
>youwillneverknowthisfeels.png
>sky cleans her first foal and places it near her teets to feed
gud babbeh num aaawwwe deh miwkies
>she starts pushing out the next
good abuse isn't mindless just as good hugbox isn't saccherine

>More babies on the way
>Second arrival is a pegasus
>Dark green with light pink.
>Looks like a tiny watermellon
>Seems nice and healthy
>Passed up to Sky
>Third one coming fast
>Doesn't look too good
>Another earth type, shares momma's coloration
>Seems very weak
>Passes it forward again
"Be extra careful with this one...

(note: I'm assuming you cannot sex a fluffy at birth)

(i wouldn't know, any equistrian fags in here?)

>sky cleans up both fluffies and takes tender care of the runt
>she places both near their first sibling to feed
>sky begins to sing and coo to her babies
>same ussual tuneless crap about milk and hugs and love, it's almost like these things where marketed towards 5-7yo girls
>so far so good, mummah currently loves all babies

>number four might explain why the third was runty
>another earth, bigger than it's siblings
>has a lovely cream and caramel coloring
>damn, Hasbio just threw everything up against the wall with this design
>genetics shouldn't work this way
>you know the drill by now
"Keep going...I think you're almost done. Great job!"

>fifth is another pegasus
>sapphire blue and ruby
>more energetic than it's siblings
>also more vocal, but not in an unpleasant way
"There we go. You're still doing great."

>sky cleans each baby and moves them into feeding positions near her teets
>five foals
>sky just lays there on her side, babies in her fluff and suckling
>she's still cooing and singing to her babies
>it occurs to user that this is literally the smallest you ever saw sky

...

(I've been up for 23 hours. I have to go to work in 6. I'm not even remotely tired. Kill me now.)

"You going to be all right for a little while, Sky? I'm going to be in the kitchen fixing something extra special for you as a reward for your hard work."
>leaves before she can respond
>start up some more spaghetti
>Sky hasn't had it since her first night
>figured it would be a suitable reward for a successful birthing

>returns with a notebook and pen once the water is heating
>begins taking notes on each of the foals as the family begins interacting for the first time
>we're going to do this right or die trying
>one big happy family

(i have actually been up for about 32 now, fuck insomnia)

otay daddeh
>sky continues to tend to her foals
>keeping them warm and singing
>she starts naming them
>the red pegasus with an emerald mane
ou am tomato, cus ou am wed an gween wike old mummahs mummahs gawden
>the dark green earth with light pink
ou am wawamewon, wike a wawamewon on fo juwy
>light blue earth with purple mane, runt
ou am wittwe skey, cus ou wook wike mummah heeheee
>cream earth with caramel mane
hmmm am name ou sandie, fow deh beachie
>saphire pegasus with ruby mane
ou am name bwight wingy cus ou am wingy baby an pwetty
>she finishes her naming ritual by curling up around her foals, it will be a week or two before they open their eyes, or walk and talk
>once in a while she moves a baby closer to her teets so they can feed

>notes the names as she gives them
>God knows he's not going to be able to remember on his own
>continues to observe quietly, slipping out occasionally to work on lunch
>the scene before him is...painfully familiar
>starts thinking about his own mother, long dead
>lets out a long sigh

>sky continues to coo, and sing to her babies
>she's firmly rooted in her nest
>she's got mummah business to tend too

More schafer!

Have something new

>finishes lunch
"I know you're tired, but would you like to eat? I've got something nice and fresh waiting."
>begins cleaning up the used towels and other mess
>is about to toss the towels in the hamper
>fuckit.png
>straight into the trash
>not going to run the risk of ruining the rest of his laundry
>comes back with a tablet and speakers
>props it up and loops her favorite song

>proceeds to restrain urge to stop her from singing (pic related)

otay daddeh, wan see babbehs? dis am...
>lists fluffy names, don't feel like referring to previous posts
>she waits and reamakes her nest placing all the foals gently in the center and curling around them
>starts singing and cooning again
>foals start chirping
>sky eats her sketti
fank ou daddeh, dis make bestes nummies fo babbeh

We're up to almost 9 hours of this. I still have the tab with the last thread open.

>sidles over to the family after clearing the dishes, close but not too close
"I do what I can. Fortunately, it seems to be enough for you."
>fidgets some, unsure of what next
>wants to be on hand in case there's a problem
>also wants to remain close to such a loving scene
>it's been a long time since he saw his family
>he'd moved across the country for work

>sky nuzzles anons arm
>user pats her feeling more and more comfortable as he does
fwuffie wub ou daddeh, fwuffie wub babbehs, fwuffie wub famiwy...
>she dozes off to sleep
>the birthing took a lot out of her and the music was soothing
>user lays there with the sleepy fluffies, and continues to pet them for a time

(not sure where to go from this point, but not really ready to stop, i am also saving this btw is there a name i could credit you with?)

>the story so far by comic cahn 2 and the pizza guy

and that's it so far, we plan on continueing from here if we run into each other