Fluffy abuse?

Fluffy abuse?

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i could post the story comic chan and pizza guy are writing, it's hugbox though

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LOL too funny

you should

Cant wait till this is another autistic piece of the past, and just a phase like everything else.

Sky's the Limit

by comic chan 2 and the pizza guy

chapter one

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?

>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

thanks.

>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

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
np

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

You're all fucked in the head.

>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

"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*

"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

>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

"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...

THIS SHIT IS BEYOND GAY. THIS SHIT IS FUCKING GAY 2.0

HOW DO YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS LIVE WITH YOURSELVES KNOWING THAT YOU INVOLVE YOURSELF IN SHIT LIKE THIS? HOW COULD YOU EVER BRING SOMETHING LIKE THIS OUT TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU, FRIENDS, FAMILY, COWORKERS. I MEAN SERIOUSLY PEDOPHILIA WOULD BE ACTUALLY MORE UNDERSTANDABLE THAT THIS KINDA SHIT. HOW COULD YOU EVEN BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WHERE SOMEBODY TRUSTS AND DEPENDS ON YOU AND SUPPORTS YOU KNOWING THAT THIS IS THE SHIT YOU ARE INTO? FUCK.

Kweh.

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

>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

...

pls sit on my face chocobro

Kweh.

>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

"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

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

>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

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

>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

and now chapter two

chapter two

>a week goes by and the babies have started walking and talking
>the safe room is finished, a fresh coat of paint and the chalk board paint is on the walls for the fluffies to draw
>sky is trying to teach her babies to make good poopies and most pick it up quickly except for sandy, the biggest foal
>sky
pwease sandies, gud babbehs make gud poopies in wittew bawks, nuu wan make daddeh angwy
>sandy
nuuu wan make poopies in wittew bawks, nuu smeww pwetty, fwuffie poopsies wewe fwuffy wan
>sandy starts to shit but sky scoops him up and tries to get him to the litter before it's too late
>nuuu wan sowwy stick, nuu wan bad poopies, nuuu wan hewt babbehs
(note user doesn't have a sorry stick, this is just fear bubbling up from previous owner being shitty)

(user does indeed have one at this point but has not had to use it thus far)
>catches the last part of the exchange from the doorway
>casually strolls in
"Sandy...did I just here you say you are going to poop wherever you want? You don't want to listen to your momma?"
>his eyes narrow to slits
>gonna nip this crap in the bud
>gonna give the babies every opportunity to be good first, though
>but they will learn the hard way, if need be

>sky drops sandy in the litter box
>the other fluffies are off playing games or drawing on the chalkboard
>sky looks up at you
s-sowwy daddeh nuu wan bad poopies, buh sandie nuu wan be gud babbeh, p-pwease nuu be angwy
>sandy starts to leave the litter box
nuuu wike nuuu smeww pwetty dummeh wittew bawks, big fwuffie make gud poopies away fwom hewd

>grabs Sandy's neck hard
>cold fury radiates from his voice
"No. You WILL poop here."
>presses her face down into the (clean) litter
"This is where good fluffies poop. I don't give a single fuck if it 'no smell pretty.' You will poop here like every other fluffy or you will face my full fury."
>leans in close
"Pray you never do. I will give you forever sleepies. Guarantee it."
>releases Sandy and turns back to Sky
>she's been sobbing her eyes out the entire time
>gives her a big hug
"You're a very good momma, Sky. Sometimes, babies just won't listen and you have to get tough. It makes heart hurties, but it's for the best, in the end. We do it because we love them and want only the best..."
>steadies his breathing
>relaxes very slowly
>if he's not careful, someone's going to die...
>and that would be horrible

>sandy shits himself in terror
>the mess is contained in the litter box
>he cries and cowers in the corner
p-pwease nuu hewt sandy
>sky shakes like a leaf in your arms but eventually calms down as you hug her
o-otay daddeh, babbeh am gud fwuffie soon, mummah am gud fwuffie?

"Very. Hey, 4 our of 5 is pretty damned good, all things considered."
>looks over at Sandy
"Come here, little one. I've got huggies for you, too. You just gotta listen to momma. She'll make sure you don't get hurt...as long as you do what she says. Momma loves you...and so do I."

>sandy looks over at user
>he gets up, a little shakey but no worse for wear
d-daddeh nuu hewt fwuffie? daddeh wub sandie?
>sky
daddeh wub aww babbehs, babbehs nee make gud poopies an fawwow deh wuwes suu daddeh am happies
>sandy walks over to user and starts liking his hand
babbeh am sowwy, babbeh onwy wan make gud poopies away fwom hewd, poopies nuu smeww pwetty an nuu smeww pwetty am bad fo hewd

>puzzles some over Sandy's choice of words
>'bad for herd...'
>close observation is now required
>we may have a smarty on our hands, folks...
"Who told you about pooping away from the herd?"

>sandy looks confused
nuu teww poopies am bad fo hewd, poopies nuu smeww pwetty an hewd nuu wike nuu smeww pwetty
>sky pitches in
buh bad poopies guu inda wittew bawks, jus wike daddeh teww
>she gets up and goes to the litter
>digs a little hole and poops in it
>she kicks some litter on top of the pile and looks at sandy
see babbeh nuu nuu smeww pwetty poopehs nuu mowe, gud poopies guu in wittew bawks
>you've seen her demonstrate this at least a dozen times

>can feel his patience beginning to run thin again
>there's a REASON he never wanted kids
"Now, you, Sandy."
>motions to the litter box
"Just like momma showed you."
>gives Sky huggies and a scratch behind the ears when she comes back

>sandy
o-otay daddeh
>sandy walks over to the litter box
>you hear him sniffinf and his ears go back in apparent disgust
>he looks over at you hugging his mom and then back to the box
>he does the same thing his mother did
>he turns toward you and his mom and walks forward
d-did babbeh do gud? nuu mmowe bad poopies ouside wittew bawks?...nuuu smeww pwetty

"You smell fine. You only think you smell bad"
>ruffles his mane
"Well, I'm going to spend the rest of the evening here to make sure you don't do it again. Besides, I've got something new for everyone and it should be here soon."
>it's pizza night
>just ordered before coming into the safe room
>he's never fed them pizza before
>has no idea if Sky might have had it before, though

ehhehehheeee
>sandy giggles as you ruffle his mane
otay daddeh
>he gallops off to play with his siblings
>sky looks up at user
daddeh pway wif sky an babbehs?

"Sure, but I'm really not in the mood to chase you guys all over the house, so no hide-and-seek tonight. What shall we play?"
>looks over at the rest of the babies
"Babies! Come on over here. We're all going to play together."
>smiles wide as Watermelon trots over
>somehow, Watermelon always makes him smile
>probably the very chill look on her face
>almost perma-stoned...

>sky
how bou bwockies?
>the babies trot over to play with user and mom
>sandy is at the lead with little sky bringing up the rear
>tomato and bright wing are playing tag on the way
>watermelon looks dazed and wonders why you're interupting his drawing
>you note that watermelon loves to draw

"All right. You guys get the blocks and bring them all over here."
>he bought them a lot of blocks
>enough to make fluffy sized forts for everyone
"Hey, Watermelon. While they do that, what were you drawing? I'd like to see; you've always got the best doodles."
>offers a hug
>finds himself mentally treating her as "best baby"
>not fair to the others, really
>other than this incident with Sandy, they've been a great little family

uuuh...
>trots over to the wall
>user follows
dis am mummah, an dis am sandie, an dis am towmaytoo, an dis am bwight wingie, an dis am wittwe skei, and dis am wawamewwon, an dis am daddeh, an dis am bwockies awe stacksded up, an dis am stuffy fwends...
>he goes on like that for a while listing off all the things he drew
>the other fluffies started stacking blocks
>making little houses like you've been teaching them
>you see little sky trying to push a big block with all of her might

>watches Little Sky for a while but does not interfere
>won't help unless absolutely necessary
>has confidence she can move it
>despite this, Little Sky is very agile
>dodges in tag like a motherfucker
"You like to draw a lot. Want to draw together?"
>gives Sky a smile
>Watermelon always wanders off to do her own thing when they play together
>might as well meet her on her own terms
>picks up a piece of chalk and starts sketching
>badly...

otay daddeh, whawt ou wanna dwaw?
>he picks up a piece of chalk between his hooves and puts it to the wall
>little sky is still trying to move the block but doesn't make any headway
>sandy goes up to little sky and helps her move the block on top of the little fort to make a roof
>the little fort is coming along pretty well you note, they're getting better at it

>smiles as Sandy helps out
>bullet dodged
>that's DEFINITELY not smarty behavior
>there's a special cookie treat coming his way later
"Don't really know. I'm not very good at it. I'm just kinda doing it freeform."
>sketch starts looking like a dinosaur

>watermelon starts drawing an animal he saw on tv
>he looks over at what your drawing
wut am dat?
>for the first time you see worry cross his face
am dat munsta?
>over at the blocks sky is clapping her hooves and praising her babies building talents
>little sky is the first to take up residence in the little fort
>her siblings follow after here and after a moment the fort collapses on them\
>this causes an erruption of happy shreaks and giggling as th foals try to escape
>sky starts digginf for her babies, trying to save them from "meanie nuu stay uwp housie"

"Well, yes it is. But it took forever sleepies a very, very long time ago. It can't ever get you."
>smirks some
>idea!
"Why don't you show it who's boss. Press against it with your head and toss back and forth."
>gonna get Watermelon to erase the monster
>meanwhile, he pounces playfully toward the others
>digs through the rubble, finding babies and tickling them as he goes

>a serious look crosses watermellons face
otay daddeh, wawamewwon wiw save deh famiwie fwom deh munsta
>he proceeds to headbut the wall and rub against the "stupie munsta"
>the first foal you find of course is sandy, since he's the biggest
>he giggles and flails as you tickle him
>sky already found tomatoe and bright wing
>your hand dives into the blocks looking for little sky
>after a moment you find her and pull her out
>her eyes are wide and she has a huge smile on her face
ehhheheheeehheehhheeee again, again, again
>sky is helping tomato and bright wing to build another fort

>lets out a contented sigh
>DING DONG!
>pizza's here!
"Hang on, guys. I'll be back in just a few moments. It's here!"
>spends a couple minutes at the front door with the pizza guy
>tips well
>strides back to the room, boxes of cheesy, meaty, tomatoey, crusty goodness in hand

otay daddeh
>the fluffies go back to playing
>when user returns and opens the door the smell of pizza wafts in
>all eyes are on user now
>sky sniffs the air
am dat pissa?
>little sky looks up at mom
wut am pissa? is it wike sketties?

>is still amazed the babies know spaghetti without ever touching it before
>they'd just been weaned this week
>really throws all kinds of wrenches in the old "nature vs. nurture" argument
"Pizza is like sketti, but BETTER!"
>sits down
>pulls out a slice for the babies to try first
>as they gather around it, he pulls out another one for Sky and one for himself
>wishes he'd grabbed a beer
>not a good idea around the babies, though
>they explore everything
>chews thoughtfully on his slice

>the babies all dig in
>their genetic programming willing them towards anything spaghetti like
>they devour the first slice in seconds getting sauce everywere
>they are quick to lick it up, even before you give them another slice
>sky hums while she eats her slice
>happy to watch her babies tear the pizza to pieces
>a still and quiet calm settles on user and his fluffy family as they eat
>little sky being the smallest finishes eating first
>she goes to the litter box
>then to her mother so she can nap in comfort
>sky curls around little sky and one by one as the other fluffies finish they take the cue and join the fluff pile
>user sits, and watches the display of affection

>it's still early, but he starts feeling drowsy, too
>oh, well
>refuses to be left out
>grabs a pillow and curls up behind Sky
>pokes Sky gently
"Don't be rude. Share the love."
>wraps arms around baby and momma alike

>sky looks at you
heeheeeee siwwy daddeh wub am awways fow shawing
>she leans into you as you hug her and you all pass out
>an absolutely lovely scene

>night quickly turns to day
>lovely Saturday, as it turns out
>time to get some gardening done
>also time to get the foals used to the outdoors
>ushers them out onto the back patio
>yard is bordered by several bushes
>Sky's already been shown how far she can go
>also been told to keep out of his garden
"All right, guys; have fun. Listen to momma and don't go too far away. I'm going to be over here in the garden."
>closes the screen door
>motions to the garden without looking, then heads for the shed

>the foals are already playing either tag or hide and seek...or maybe both?
>sky is trying to get their attention so she can tell them the outside rules
>she eventually gets to telling them to stay away from the garden
>and not to go past the hedges
>in the background you hear the fluffies playing happily
>running about squeeling like children
>after a half hour of playing watermellon goes off to explore
>he goes around the edge of the yard without getting too close to the edges
>she comes across a cricket and tries to make friends with it
hewwo, mistah chiwpeh, wan pway a gaym?
>the cricket hops off leaving watermellon alone

>roots around in the shed for the tools he'll need
>the sound of their unbridled joy causes him to hum to himself happily
>emerges with a bucket full of said tools
>walks toward the garden and...
>fuck!
>the hostas are shredded
>the roses are ruined
>the gerbera daisies are chewed to shit
>the snapdragon is just GONE
"yoo! dummeh hooman!"
>...and there it is
>right fist clenches
>knuckles white
>looks toward Sky and the babies
"I need you guys to get on the patio and stay there for a little while. Right now."

>sky looks up
wassa mattew?
>user doesn't answer
>sky decides to just do as she's told
wets guu babbehs, daddeh teww us tuu guu onna padeo
>sky and her foals go over to the patio and continue their game of tag
>sky has yet to notice that watermelon is not with them

>watermelon continues his adventure into the back yard
>she looks up at the sky and admires the clouds
wut am dose?
>she continues her adventure after a moment

>as they make their way to the patio, user notices Watermelon not follow
"Watermellon! Go with your momma NOW."
>then he turns his attention to the source of the voice
>a herd of ferals: ten adults and another eight babies emerge from the far side of the yard
>a green and teal unicorn stands at their front, cheeks puffed
>it's always a unicorn who goes smarty, it seems
>must be an unfixed glitch in the design
>fucking PETA
>if Sky's any indication, with proper engineering and quality control, Hasbio would be bigger than Jesus
"Look, shitstain, I already know the drill here. You're going to come in and demand I leave my yard."
"dat's wite! yoo gib aww gwassy nummies to smawty and hewd nao!"
>the rest of the herd joins in with enthusiastic variations of "yeah!"
>except for one
>ironically, what user guesses to be a toughie
>the little bastard is looking at him with a look of absolute horror
>the toughie screams
"nuuuu! munsta hooman! must wun! Wun nao, fwends!"
>the herd looks at the toughie, shocked

>as they make their way to the patio, user notices Watermelon not follow
"Watermellon! Go with your momma NOW."
>then he turns his attention to the source of the voice
>a herd of ferals: ten adults and another eight babies emerge from the far side of the yard
>a green and teal unicorn stands at their front, cheeks puffed
>it's always a unicorn who goes smarty, it seems
>must be an unfixed glitch in the design
>fucking PETA
>if Sky's any indication, with proper engineering and quality control, Hasbio would be bigger than Jesus
"Look, shitstain, I already know the drill here. You're going to come in and demand I leave my yard."
"dat's wite! yoo gib aww gwassy nummies to smawty and hewd nao!"
>the rest of the herd joins in with enthusiastic variations of "yeah!"
>except for one
>ironically, what user guesses to be a toughie
>the little bastard is looking at him with a look of absolute horror
>the toughie screams
"nuuuu! munsta hooman! must wun! Wun nao, fwends!"
>the herd looks at the toughie, shocked

>watermellon is too engrossed in a dandelion to hear user
>she takes a bite out of it
mmmph dis am nummie
>she continues her little adventure
>sky on the other hand heard user
>she looks around
wewe am wawamewon?
>she looks out into the back yard and sees her munching on a dandelion
WAWAMEWON COME BACK TEH MUMMAH, DADDEH TEWD US TEH GUU ONDA PADEO!!!
>sky isn't quite loud enough to be heard
>she turns to her other babies
otay babbehs stay hewe tiww i get back, otay?
>the foals agree and sky goes off to get watermelon

>user smiles internally
>despite the intrusion, his reputation is still being passed on
>the smarty walks over to the toughie that screamed
"wut yoo mean, dummeh? hooman not scawy! hooman just big faggot!"
>the toughie shakes his head violently 'no'
"no! hooman gib whole herd fowevew sweepies! oreo mummah tell oreo about it when oreo was little babeh!"
>Oreo's terror gets the best of him and he bolts away
>good
>he already knows what he did wrong and will spread the word
>meanwhile, the smarty returns his attention to user
"dummeh fluffy! hooman no scawwy!"
>the rest of the herd continues to agree with the smarty
>they are definatley less confident now, though
>user steps forward slowly, setting the bucket down on his way
>before the herd can react, he snatches the only foal of what he guesses to be the alpha mare
>predictably, she loses her shit
"nuuuuu! gib back babbeh! babbeh need mummah! is only babbeh mummah has!"
>perfect
>foal chirps in terror incessantly
>it's small enough to hold in one hand comfortably
>user smiles at the mare
"Now, now. All I want to do is give it a hug. Would you deny your baby the best hug it's ever had?"
>the mare looks uncertain
"huggies good for babbeh...otay, mistah!"
>user chuckles darkly...
>...and crushes the foal with a snarl
>the viscera splatters all over the mare
"Why, thank you, you filthy vermin."
>He tosses the corpse at the feet of the mare
>her cries and screams are music...pure music
>she starts hugging the corpse
>because huggies make everything better...
>idiot
>all she's really doing is getting her fluff matted with blood

>one of the smaller males runs off in fear deficating as he goes
>the others are frozen in fear
>the fluffy that flees is a green earth with a blue mane
>he goes around the house and up the other side yard
>sky is nearing watermelon when she hears the other fluffy
come hewe wawamewon daddeh tewd fwuffies teh guu tuu deh padeo
>watermelon looks up at her mother
sowwy mummah, onwy expwowing daddehs yawd
>sky
is otay come wif mummah nao
>watermelon follows her mother
>the green fluffy notices her and goes to warn her about the munsta

>true enough, the mare WAS the alpha
>the smarty charges, screaming incoherently about 'worstest owwies'
>time to prove a point with the little bastard
>even with his horn, the smarty hurts less than a four year old in a pillow fight
>user stands there and takes it for several minutes
>his starts snarling quietly
>oh, yes...this one will suffer
>finally, his patience finally evaporated, he grabs the smarty by the neck
"yoo put smawty down! bad upsies! bad upsies!"
>in one, swift motion, he drops to one knee and smashes the smarty's spine halfway down on the brick border of the garden
"screeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SMAWTY NU CAN FEEL WEGGIES! YOO GIB BACK WEGGIES!"
>the herd is paralyzed with fear
>mothers try to bury their foals in their fluff
>many scardey poopies are made
>smarty continues to bable incoherently about revenge
>user turns again to regard the herd
"All right, you festering piles of maggot spunk, LISTEN UP!
>one particularly dim toughie speaks up
"nu! yoo gib smawty fwend hurties! me gunna..."
>CRUNCH!
>a swift kick crushes his jaw completely
"As I was saying..."

>sky greets the new fluffy
hewwo fwuffie, mah namesie am skey, wut am youws?
>the green fluffy has no time for greetings
huwwy skey, dewe am a munsteh obba dewe
>he points towards the side yard he ran through, instead of where user is
>sky tilts her head
das otay, daddeh wiww make duh munstas wun away, wan meet mah babbehs?
>the male isn't certain that sky's dad would help him
>he fears humans a common condition in feral fluffies
nuuu tiwme nee guu nao befowe munst get-
>the fluffy is interupted by the screaming of the alpha having his back broken
>sky gets scared and picks up watermelon in her mouth and runs for the patio
NUUUUU SKEY NUUU GUU DEWE FOWWOW FWUFFIE TEH SAFETWEY
>the green fluffy runs in pursuit

"You've entered the wrong yard. You've COMPLETELY destroyed my garden. Each and every one of you are going to get worstest hurties and forever sleepies."
>user has been walking to the shed as he adressed the herd, still holding the smarty by the neck
>he pulls out a small prescription bottle and removes the lid
>inside are several toothpicks
>which have been marinating in pure ghost pepper oil for months now
>first time he's tried this trick
>it will be interesting to get observational data on it
>he walks back toward the herd
>they haven't moved
>between Oreo's freakout and their "fearless leader" now in the hands of a man who's rage has broken, they physically cannot
"And, since I have your undivided attention...witness your future."
>removes a toothpick

>and jams it right into the softest part of the smarty's snout
"aaaaah! burney hurties! BURNEY HURTIES! HEWP SMAWTY! NUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
>tosses the smarty onto the lawn
>it flails and flops around, trying to remove the offending hunk of wood
>only succeeds in driving it in deeper
>user ignores the screams and continues to address the herd
>his eyes dance with sadism and hate
"You got one chance. Flee, if you can, and your lives are yours. If you return, though, you will get what your precious smarty is getting now and much, MUCH worse."
>he quickly reaches out and grabs two of the mares without babies by their tails
>the herd finally breaks, fleeing in different directions
>their screams of "nu huwt fwuffy!" echo across the neighborhood
>he lifts the mares off the ground, grinning evily as his imagination begins lining up a calender of events for the unlucky pair
>they scream about "bad upsies" and piss dribbles down their fluff in a steady stream
>it's going to be a fun night...
"YOO MUNSTAH DADDEH! YOO BAD, MUNSTAH DADDEH!"
>recordneedlescratch.wmv
>user turns toward the patio
>Sky and Watermelon have safely made it back
>Watermelon is now standing at the near edge
>her face is full of pain and horrible sadness
>she points an accusing hoof at user
"wawamewwon hatechu! munstah! yoo nu come neaw fwuffy!"
>she runs away, punching a hole in the screen as she flees for the safe room
>oh, shit
>user slumps, the two mares now dangling loosely at his side
>'what have I done?!'

>sandy takes point
>hunched down in a ready position, cheecks puffed out
nuuu guu neaw mummah owe hewd, munstah, owe gib bigges huwties
>the other foals are cowering near their mother
>sky is in tears, nearly hysterical with fear
w-w-w-why daddeh huwt fwuffies? f-f-fwuffies am fow wub an huggsies
>flashes of sky's previous owner beating her with a sorry stick flash in her mind
B-B-BABBEHS H-HUWWY WUN WAY BEFOWE DADDEH HUWT FWUFFIES
>the green fluffy
towld dummeh mawe hoomins am munstahs
>sky and her fluffies retreat to their safe room, not realizing it wouldn't help them if user decided to hurt them
>the green fluffy stands his ground and puffs his cheeks
NUUU HEWT PWETTY MAWE, SKEY AM GWASSIES MAWE NAO AN GWASSIE STAWT NEU HEWD AN GIB MUNSTA HOOMIN BIGGES HUWTIES
>he stamps his hooves for affect

>now broken, he sets down the two fluffies he's been holding
>they, as well, flee in terror
>user looks over at the smarty
>he's trying desperately to scream but his vocal cords are destroyed
>user lets out a soft sigh
>pulls the knife out of his pocket
>finishes off the smarty with one smooth stab to the temple
>picks up the corpse after it stills
>walks toward the trash cans, scooping up the dead foal
>dumps them both in
>walks back to the patio
>normally would be pissed about the now larger hole in the screen
>completely numb at this point, but looks at the remaining feral: Grassy
"If Sky so chooses...you might just get your wish."
>goes inside and locks the sliding glass door
>doesn't head to the safe room in a vain attempt to explain himself
>in fact, he heads straight for the liquor cabinet
>his eyes scan the shelves for a moment
>pulls out a bottle of the strongest liquor he owns and a shot glass
>pours the shot
>slams the shot
>pours another
>slams the shot
>pours a third
>slams that one, too
>leans his head against the cabinet
"Fuck...me..."

>sky and her babies are hiding under the blankets they use to nest
>all her foals are shaking in fear hiding in her fluff escept sandy
>sandy is standing sentry at the edge of the blanket waiting to protect his herd
>bright wing
mumma, whey did daddeh huwt fwuffies? am daddeh gonna huwt mummah an bwuddhas an sissie?
>sandy
nuuu dummah daddeh am gonna get wowstes huwties
>sky
i nuu kno...babbehs, i nuu kno
>sky lays there thinking,
>she remembered her old mother
>and how she used to hit her when she first got sky
>she remembered nyu daddeh when he first brought her to her new home
>then she remembered how her new dad told her about bad fluffies
>fluffies who tried to hurt humans
>and take the humansd things
>fluffies who hurt other fluffies
...stay hewe babbehs, mummah neee teh guu buh wiww be back weaw soon otay
>all her babies pleaded for her to stay
nuuu wowwy babbehs sandie wiww pwotect babbehs tiww mummah comes back
>sky gets out from under the nest and goes to look for user

>Sky finds user in the living room
>he's staring out the front window, a glass of bourbon on the rocks in his hand
>and a half empty bottle at his feet
>he doesn't hear her come in
>he is whispering to himself
"Goddamnit, man. Those fucking ferals ALWAYS ruin shit! You were going good. They actually LIKED you! What's more, you liked them! Then they showed up. Old habits die hard. Now, they all see the real you. They'll leave, one way or another. Just another thing YOU'VE ruined, son...
>he lets out a long sigh
>a soft sound of pure pain slips out at the end of the sigh

>sky sits there and watches user
>"fewewal fwuffies....dose am bad fwuffies wite?" she thinks to herself
>"daddeh wikes fwuffie?"she thinks to her self
>she continues to sit there and watch user
>when user sighs she can hear his heartache
(fluffies are engineered to be empathic af)
>she can't help but feel bad for user, but at the same time she's a little afraid of him
>user continues to stare out the window
>sky finally musters up some courage
...d-daddeh?

>there is a moment where the only sound is the tinkling of the ice in the glass as user takes another drink
>'Sky...'
>she came out
>once again, he has seriously underestimated her
>she's come willingly to, in her mind, the executioner
>now what?
>his brain is quite fuzzy from the liquor
>remembers his own momma
>'Just be honest. It may not make you popular, but you'll have a clear heart.'
"Yes, Sky?"

>you see her shake a little
>she seems tense and ready to run at the drop of a hat
a-am daddeh a munsteh?
>she looks you right in the eye when she asks that
>and user stares right back into her big blue eyes, still glassy and a little red from crying
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>he turned slowly from the window to stare at her
>his eyes are full of sorrow
>this...was going to be painful
"I suppose I am, from a certain point of view."
>she's not going to understand
>not enough to make a difference
"I don't want to be, most of the time. But maybe one cannot escape what's really deep inside."
>another deep sigh
"The past casts one hell of a shadow. On both of us, I'd wager."

>sky is shocked
>how could her dad be a monster?
>he was nice to her and her babies
>he played with them
>fed them
>hugged them
i-i nuu unnerstan, why am daddeh munstah? daddeh nuu huwt fwuffie ow babbehs
>she pauses remembering sandy
esept sandies
>as she says that last statement she slowly looks into the distance
>and a worried look crosses over her face
>she looks back up at user and just stares
>obviously confused about what to do
...wewe dose fwuffies nuu gud fwuffies? wike wut daddeh say befow?

"Yes. They ate my garden. It's like if one of them came and knocked over the blocks you stacked for a long time just to be mean. That's not the whole of it, though. I need to let you know something."
>he takes a deep breath
>gives her a steady look
"I hate fluffies. I hate them with a passion unrivaled. I hate everything about them."
>he reaches down and lifts her chin to stare into her eyes again
>moves slowly to avoid spooking her further
"Then there's you. Compared to the fluffies I've dealt with prior, you are something else entirely. Something fundamentally more. You were easy to love."
>he pauses, forcing the words out
"I hate fluffies. I love Sky and the babies."

>sky recoils a bit when you touch her but relaxs after a moment
>she looks into his eyes and sees his hurt
>she listens to his words adn fear rises when dad says he hates fluffies
>she on the brink of fleeing and saving her babies
>then user says "I love Sky and the babies"
nuu wub fwuffies...buh wub fwuffie an babbehs?
>she starts to relax a little
n-nuuu huwt skey ow babbehs?
>she takes a moment to process this
>she still seems confused
b-buh why daddeh nuu wub udda fwuffies?

>he thinks for a long moment
>how do you explain junior high, the inability to let go of the past, and a desire for vengeance unsated?
>knows he could make up a bullshit reason she'd buy
>she seems to be looking for him to calm her fears more than an actual answer
"If you spent some time among them, you might understand. I'd really rather not have you do that. They are cruel and bully. Smarties will...give special huggies to other fluffies whenever they want--even babies. If you get out of line in a herd, you get big hurties."
>he swallows again
"But, if you want to go, I won't stop you."

>she waits patiently as you mull things over
>she's taken aback when you mention giving special hugs to babies
>and recoils when you tell her that smarties hurt other fluffies when you don't do as you're told
>this seems to sink in as she draws paralels between feral fluffies and her old mummah
>she's still hungup on the babies though
buh babbehs awe fo huggies an wub, nah speshew hugs wike speshew fwends, why fwuffies do dat? i nuu fink fwuffies can huwt babbehs...wite?

"Do you know what selfish means? They do whatever they want and don't care about what anyone else wants. If they want 'good feels,' they'll do anything to get it. Sometimes, though, they hurt babies just to be mean to the momma."
>he takes another long drink
>sets down the now empty glass on an end table
"Maybe I should show you some videos. They'll be scary, though."
>he walks across the room and grabs his tablet
>pulls up a website that specializes in footage of feral herds

>sky just sits in silence
>her little fluffy mind in a confused whirl
>how could fluffies be bad?
>why would fluffies hurt babies?
>why are feral fluffies selfish?
>as user goes to get his tablet, sky just sits there in a daze
>when user returns he's already at the site and pulling up some videos
>sky snaps back to reality when she hears the sounds of fluffies coming from the tablet
fwuffies?

>he sets the screen where she can see, sitting on the floor
>the videos start to play
>enfie babies
>adult rape
>babies being crushed when a new smarty takes over a herd
>various other random acts of stupid violence
>herds swarming humans as they walk by, demanding food or 'be new daddy' on pain of owwies
>and as much more as she can stomach
>a dark whisper creeps up in his mind
>'You're still a monster. What kind of man does this to a poor, innocent creature?'

>sky is stunned
>she sits and watches the horrible things fluffies are capable of
>smarties raping mares
>raping babies
>killing babies
>and each other
>fluffies swarming humans
>mothers eating their own babies
>as she watches she starts to shake uncontrolably
>finally she can't watch anymore of the compilation video
>she turns and buries herself in anons arms
>she's sobbing loudly and squeeling in terror
>user quickly pauses the video and hugs sky
UHHUHUUUHHUUUUU NUUU WAN BE BAD FWUFFIE, NUUU WIKE NUU WIKE UUUUHUUUUHUUUHUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU NUU WAN HUWT BABBEHS NUU WAN NUM BABBEHS, PWEASE DADDEH NUU WAN BE BAD FWUFFIE UHHHUHHHHUUUUUUUUU NUU WAN BE SMAWTY
>she's nearly hysterical with pain and sadness
>but something solidifies in her mind
>feral fluffies are not like normal fluffies
>feral fluffies can't be trusted
>especially around her babies

"Shhh. Shhh. Daddy's here."
>a single tear rolls down his cheek
"Humans can be just as cruel to each other as this. Some of us, who've been through some shit in life, come out broken."
>he sits like that with her for as long as she'll stay
>wonders if that feral stallion ever left
>his teeth clench at the though of what havoc the fucker could be doing out there
>but he bites back the bile
>he can't fail Sky again
>second chances are rare
>third are even rarer
>hugs her tightly and rocks gently

>sandy hearing his mother cry springs into action
>stupid human
>better not hurt momma or i'll give him forever sleep
>he rounds the corner to the main room yelling
DUMMEH HOOMIN NUUU HUWT MUMMA OW GIB BEGGES...
>stops dead in his tracks
>sees his mother hugging and crying with user
>sees user cry
>stays there ready to act, cheeks puffed
>but waits...something's different
>sandy looks at user and says in the deepest voice he can
why mummah cwying?
>his eyes narrow waiting for an answer
>his siblings aren't far behind
>they come quietly troting up the hall to watch what happens

"Babies..."
>he shifts some expectantly, just in case they want to come over and join
"It might be better if she tells you herself when she feels better. We've both got bad heart hurties right now."
>the babies are much more likely to believe Sky than him at this point
>and it's bad enough he showed her that footage
>no, no...
>he gently beckons the babies to come join momma for hugs

>sky calms a bit when she sees her babies
babbehs, mummah nee huggies, hab bad heawt huwties
>all but sandy imediately flock to her to give her hugs
>sandy still stares at you wearily
>he still deosn't quite trust you, who knows if he ever will
sandie pwease come teh mummah
>after being asked directly sandy comes out of battle stance
>he goes to comfort his mother
did daddeh gib ou heawt huwties?
>sky
nuuu sandie...udda nuuu gud fwuffies gabe mummah heawt huwties...
>she squezes sandy to her and he seems te relinquish for now
>after a while of comforting each other sky becomes serious
babbeh, wissen nao, mummah nee teh teww ou somefin impowtan nao
>they all lock eyes on her waiting for her to speak
mummah nuu wan babbehs teh tawk teh udda fwuffies unwess mummah ow daddeh say is otay
>sandy
buh why mummah? fwuffies am gud
>sky smiles at sandy
nawt aw fwuffies am gud sandie
mummah an babbehs aw gud fwuffies buh dose udda fwuffies wanna hewt daddah an mummah an bwuddhas an sissies.
>she looks sad as she tells her babies this, it must be hard for her, but she has mummah duties
suu pwease nuu tawk teh udda fwuffies, wen ou see udda fwuffies wun away an fine mummah ow daddeh otay? babbehs pwomise?
>little sky is the first to pipe up
otay mummah!
>watermelon bright wing andtomato also agree
>sandy sits and looks back and forth between mummah and user
ou sure daddeh nuu am munsta?
>sky
yes
>sandy
...otay mummah, sandie pwomise teh pwotect mummah, bwuddas an sissies fwom dummeh fwuffies!
>sandy puffs his cheeks and stamps to seal his promise

"Sandy, you're going to make some special friend very happy some day."
>his smile is warm and genuine
>he really wonders if he should have been so hard on Sandy over the litter box
>doesn't know what else he could have done to drive the point home, though
>even if the others still trust him...Sandy may sow discord
>or maybe not
>that uncertainty is what makes the future so difficult
"Maybe we could start over, buddy. You've seen me do some mean things, but that's not who I want to be. I want to be the bestest daddy I can be...for you and the whole family."
>offers a hand in truce

>sandy looks at your hand
>looks at sky
>sky just smiles at him
>sandy looks back at user
...
>keeps on staring
...
>you swear he's trying to stare into your soul or something
.....otay...sandy pwtect daddeh awso...
>sandy puts his hoof in anons hand
>"protect me eh? you think to yourself
>maybe he can deal with the feral if he's still around

"Well, this is great and everything, but I think it's time for us to all eat. You guys agree?"
>the cheer is unanimous
>fluffies are almost always ready to eat again
>moseys out to the kitchen, the family in tow
>the curtains on the patio door are still open
>and Grassy is still outside
>he hasn't moved off the patio
>upside: that means there's no extra mess to clean up later
>downside: he flips the fuck out when Sky comes into the kitchen
>pounding desperately at the glass
>screaming...something, probably demands to hand Sky over to him and various weak threats
>the glass muffles him to almost nothing
>user ignores him
>digs out a frying pan to start some fajitas
>he always craves fajitas when drunk for some reason

>sandy sees grassy and immediately bolts to the door and starts banging on it too
GUU WAY DUMMEH FWUFFIE, MUMMAH SAY UDDA FWUFFIES AM DUMMEH AN POOPEH, NUU WAN DUMMEH POOPEH FWUFFY IN HEWD, DIS AM SANDIES HEWD, NUUU DUMMEHS AWOWD
>the tenacious little fucker doesn't realize grassy can't hear him
>grassy starts getting even more excited about starting his own herd
>sky goes over to sandy
pwease sandy nuu talk teh dis fwuffie, dis fwuffie am nuu gud, wite daddeh?
>sandy continues his tirade against grassy

>he's of two minds about this
>Sandy's exhibiting more signs of smartydom
>but wait...
>why does he automatically assume an alpha is always a smarty?
>no reason to be hasty in judging here
"I don't know. Why don't we find out?"
>goes over and cracks the door some
>not enough that either side can get to the other but enough to let them speak to each other
"yoo dummeh hooman! gwassy gib biggest owwies! gib gwassy his mawe! and gib lotsa sketties or gwassy gib fowevew sweepies!"
>Jesus, he's practically foaming at the mouth at this point
>moment of truth time
>let's see what happens

>sandies fur stands on end
>he goes into full battle mode
STUUPIE FWUFFIE, GUUU WAY NUU WAN DUMMEH POOPEH FWUFFIE IN HEWD, NUU AM GUD FWUFFIE, OU WANNA HUWT MUMMAH, GUUU WAY DUMMEH STUUPIE POOPEH FWUFFIE, OU NUU SMEWW PWETTY, OU SMEWW WIKE POOPEH, GUUU WAY OW SANDIE GIF BIGGES HUWTIES AN FOWEBA SWEEPIES
>this continues for a moment then grassy gains composure and starts yelling back
DUMMEH BABBEH, GWASSY NUU CAWE, GWASSY NUU WAN BE IN DUMMEH BABBEHS HEWD, GWASSY TAKES DEH PWETTY MAWE, AN GIB DUMMEH HOOMIN BIGGES HUWTIES, AN GIB POOPEH BABBEHS FOWEBA SWEEPIES
>sky hears this and decides to join in
DADDEH WITE, OU AM NUU GUD FWUFFIE, FWUFFIE WAN HUWT BABBEHS CAUSE FWUFFIE AM DUMMEH AN POOPEH, GUUU WAY NAO, NUU WAN MEANIE DUMMEH FWUFFIE, NUUU WIKE OU AT AWW
>the babies are cheering their brother and mother on and grassy starts to back off
>the yelling match lasts a few minutes longer while user starts cooking
>finally grassy leaves the yard to go find his herd
>sandy turns to his muther
mummah ou see dat? sandie scawe deh dummeh fwuffi, eheeeheheheee dummeh fwuffie nuu gud nuf fo sandies hewd
>sky embraces sandy in a hug
sandy am gud babbeh, mummah wub, mummah wub aw babbehs an daddeh
>sandy
sandie am bestes, sandie pwotect mummah an sissies an bwudas an daddeh, sandy pwtect aw deh hewd
>after the fluffies celibrate sandies victory they go and play, or draw or nap while user finishes up the fajitas
>user calle the fluffies for lunch and they all enjoy a good lunch after an emotionally draining day
>user can't help but wonder what may happen if another herd came in to his yard though, but he tries his best to put those thoughts away for now
>despite how things started today was a triumph and all is well

and that's the end of chapter 2, r8/h8

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These threads seem to be slowly dying out. Nowhere nearly as many people post/lurk.

Such is life, I suppose.

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you're in the wrong thread

I've got ya'.

see this
now gtfo, this is a fluffy thread not an animal abuse/rekt/gore thread

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youtube.com/watch?v=x-CrNlilZho
Dead cartoon pony at 5:07 you're welcome in magazine :P

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deh see meh rowwin' deh hatiiin

nice i didn't get too read all of that till now. it's awesome. can't wait too see Comic Chan 2 again

im here

Do not mourn your loss.
Be grateful you had the chance to experience it.

Where can I go to find weirdbox

I need more weirdbox in my life

the booru is the only place i know

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I keep a small collection of wierdbox.

Wierdbox best box.

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so any other author/draw fags here?

comic chan 2

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