Wish this had more illustrations
Something about Egor's animations that remind me of a bunch of late 90s early 00s flash cartoons I used to watch in High School.
It ended too soon and suddenly, as if the writer lost steam. Should've had them suffer a bit more.
I know his animations are senseless violence, but Egor made some hilarious stuff
I love the small tidbits on this one if you just watch each individual fluff.
Love how the red one just succumbs to its fate.
There's no babbeh like a dancie babbeh
I'm a big believer in fluffies that earn their happy ending by behavior and/or suffering long enough.
He had a hard life
From a quick skim, it was a previous fluff from a different artist that someone decided to pick up, mutilate, and then make it worse.
He turns out fine-ish. Still broken and in a delusional state, but he'll live... as far as I know
got another story for you guys
>the frat across the street from you always pours a beer out on the ground in front of the house before they party hard
>not that they party much, the greek thing really isn't anything like in the movies
>but they all gather together to do it and nobody says a word till it's done
>it's cause one of them died of some uncureable disease a few years back
>still gotta pour one out for your lost homie
>it's little rituals like that that you think of when you see the alleyfluffies singing songs to a broken drainpipe
>a lot of people think food's the biggy, but access to water is a huge issue to fluffies
>"babbehs wuv miwkies an awso wuv mama;
>"wuvvies an huggies fow dwoppy sky wawa;
>"babbehs nee dwinkies an mummah dwink too;
>"pweasie nu sickies ow head huwties fwom yu!"
>you walk into the door of the building they strafe and head up to your apartment
>they're still crowded around the pipe down below when you open your window and slip out onto the fire escape
>as you ascend, your phone lets you know that there are two weeks of boiling hot sunny days ahead
>"wawas pwease downies...huu...pwease downies fow babbeh;
>"babbeh wuv dwinkies an...an...huuu..."
>the foal far down below fails to come up with his verse as usual
>"huu babbeh nee wawas su muchies..pweas mistuh wawas give dwinkies an nu mow huwties ow bewnies dis time"
>he'll be punished later for not singing
>all good fluffies know that you sing or the water doesn't come
>almost at the top, you reach out and give the drain pipe a tap that rattles all the way down
>even seven stories up you can hear the excited shrieking
>"WAWAS! WAWAS COMIN BABBEHS!! IS WAWAS TIME!"
>"PWEAS NU SICKIES MISTUH WAWAS!!"
>leaning out over the top you upend the forty of beer and leave it balanced inside the opening spout of the pipe
>it gently glug-glug-glugs away as you walk off
>you'll pick it up later tonight in case your slumlord checks for squatters on the roof
>down below, the fluffies have gathered around the pool of cheap beer spilling out from the drainpipe
>"FANK YU SKY WAWAS!" fluffy howls upward, "babbehs say fank yu fow wawas, is gud wawas!!"
>the foal gets a nudge and obligingly looks up with tears glistening in its eyes
>"huuu...fank yu fow gud wawas..eben do sickie huwtie wawas.."
>that earns him a smack upside the head
>"BABBEH!" the mare admonishes, "NU be meanie babbeh ow sky wawas nu come nu mowe! SOWWY SKY WAWAS BABBEH NU MEAN BE MEANIE!!"
>"uuhuuu bu mummah babbeh nu wan thiwsties an bewnies an head huwties and sweepie siwwies nu mowe..babbeh nu feew wite.."
>"BABBEH NU MEAN! NU MEAN IS JUS SIWWY BABBEH FWOM SWEEPIE SIWWIES! WAWA STIW GUD WAWA!!" the mother shouts, to drown out her foal
>you perch down to watch at the second balcony
>the fluffies greedily gulp down the precious fluid, maws snapping to rid themselves of the fizzy sensation
>it doesn't take long before the first foal begins vomitting from the constant stomach upset
>"HUUUHUUU BABBEH NU WIKE TUMMEH SICKIES!!" it wails, but it already knows better than to lose the fluid to evaporation and quickly licks up its own sick
>the pattern repeats itself with a few other foals from various families, but the adults all hold it in
>the real treat is when the drunkenness sets in after they lap up the last few drops
>they were cute at first when they babbled away and played with each other with big grins
>too sick from the drink, now they mostly just lie around, though a few stallions still get frisky enough to take advantage of the mares in their sopor
>"babbeeeehh..." one foals slurs, its head weaving left and right as it stares at the sky
>"babbeeeh feeew...shuuu fwwyyyy...shuu fwyyy in da skyyyyy baaabbeh fwyyyy"
>eventually the mares can feel the swollenness of their teats
>"baaabbeeehshh!!" they call, "is miiwkeh timezziiee-OOF!"
>the mare trips and giggles where she lays fallen for a minute before getting up
>the others experience similar disability
>you see one mare finally reach its lone foal, falling with a satisfied *huff* beside it
>"babbeeehh...mummah, hehehe, mummah...mummah haf teww yu sumfing!"
>"sumfin sumfin sumfin..." the foal echoes dumbly before vomitting a little
>"sumfin amm...mummah...mummah am teww yu...teww yu..." the mare takes a second to giggle to herself at some private joke, "teww yu mummah...wuv yu."
>"heehee..." the foal enunciates but there's no humor there "wuv"
>it's probably experiencing the heartburn of the gods from all that sweet ambrosia
>its mother finally remembers to pick it up and latch it to a teat
>the foal suckless sloppily, still occasionally heaving up drops of concentrated acid from its empty stomach
>elsewhere, a stallion tries to contain his screech as he unleashes a torrent of diarrhea from his already raw sphincter
>within a few minutes the fluffies are curled up and crying about the spins, vomitting intermittently and trying to lick back up what little they can reach
>you leave them to it for the night
>the few neighbours who know about your sport initially complain that drunk fluffies would be an awful thing to wake up to
>you showed them the same scene that you now see the following morning
>"huuu...pweas nu noisies..uuuhuuu suu much huwties..."
>"nu mowe nu mowe nu mowe...jus wan wawas"
>"sshhh fwuffy nee nu noisies.."
>"babbeh sowwy fow meanies sky wawas..babbeh dwink wawas, even buwnie wawas jus gif wawas pweeeaaasss..."
>the construction workers finish setting up and begin their day right with 6am jackhammers
>you head out to work to earn yourself some beer money
>gotta pour one out for your homies
Had to resize this one.
Yeah, anything to retcon the idea that Booger just turns into... me.
hofug this would be hilarious
attach robotic parts to pillows, but give humans with controllers control over the parts instead of fluffies
the fluffies just sit there screaming as they're carried into mortal combat
No problem. Going to bed and hoping RQ never goes insane and deletes everything.
Hugbox fags get out! REEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but wifout hugbox thewe no weason fow aboose.
fwuffy wuv yew!
THis is now a fluffy love thread.
Show the love fellas.
fwuffy havta go nao. need too wwite thesis.
wemembew fwuffy wuv yew!
That's actually not the end of the story. I don't have it saved, but the owner is murdered and marble goes on to testify in court. Eventually becomes somewhat of a pet for a detective.