your trips are my command
>Inb4 mind on a shelf.
I see maybe 2 artists with decent quality, well drawn art exploiting abuse and cruelty. The rest is MS paint in 5 minutes. If you autistic horsefuckers had any pride in this MLP edgefest wouldnt some of you faggots TRY to make it appealing? This is projecting so hard for help in half this shit. How is a thing the size of a nickle able to construct entire paragraphs of information and deal with insane amounts of pain, shock inducing trauma and still be around for "skettis and daddehs" and whatever broken psychobabble baby-talking autism this all is?
Go the fuck outside and stomp on a fucking skunk or chipmunk. Shoot a cat or strange a raccoon. Oh yeah, because grown ass men would rather masturbate to this shit.
Fucking download a better art studio and pretend to have an actual passion. Dont do half retard, its half the brain you choose to use.
>has saved a disgusting furry scat comic onto computer
>calls others furfag
The song in the picture: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vQg9mt5wc4
I'l just keep the comic for shitposting (no pun intended) and for unsettling some newfags
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>MARTIN STOP RIGHT NOW
>Martin scrambled to a stand still on the shiny wood floor, ending the circle he was trotting around.
>Tiredly he he cringes and whines “Sowwy Daddeh Mawtin sowwy no pway wunnie game nu mow.”
>Somethings wrong, Martin never fidgets or paces unless He’s distressed.
>”Martin are you ok? Do you need to use the litterbox?”
>“Mawtin make god poopies Daddeh Nu mow poopies or bad wawa noaw.”
>”Are you feeling ok Martin?”
>”Mawtin oookaay,” Martin mutters, hanging his head.”Jus have meanie pwace.”
>”What hurts you Martin tell Daddy right now.” With Martin being restless and evasive something is definitely up.
>”Nos nos no feew gud no nos be meanies.” Martin’s whimpers, his head flipping back and forth between Daddy and and his safe room, desperate to hide there behind his sleeping basket.
>This was always his retreat when he thought Daddy would be mad.
>”How did you hurt your ’no nos’ Martin”
>Martin sinks to the floor his hind legs curling protectively around his nethers.
>“Mawtin wan speshul hugsie, see pwetty mawes on FwuffTV. Wan speshul fwends”
>Hiding his head under his hoofs he squeaks.”Mawtin make hugs on bawksie-fwend but bawksie meanie fwend an bite fwuffy no nos.”
>”Ok buddy, I’m not mad, ok” Stroking his head seems to calm him down and slow the trickle of tears squeezing from his face.
>“Let’s go see Mr. McGonal and maybe he can fix you up.”
never liked litter pals. Also checked
>A low steady huuuuu issues under Martin’s breath as he’s poured limply into his PoniPod.
>Trips to the McGonal’s Poni Emporium have never been happy times for little Martin what with shots and trims and being left for weekends in the Poni Palace boarding pens.
>McGonal’s is a superior Fluffy dealer though and since Hasbio won’t treat or board fluffs birthed outside their own breeders indies are the only choice.
>In the back of the Johnny Cab Martin sings quietly between breathy huuus.
>“Nu wike scawey wides/ Wan go safie woom an hide / Pwease be nice no nos an nu be meanies/ Nice mistuh make aw bettah an nu take weenie”
>Looks like Martin is taking ‘fix’ literally. Lets’s just leave that, it’ll make him a bit more careful what he rubs his nubs on.
>”McGonal’s Poni Emporium and full service Fluff shop, is this our bestest friend Martin here for a trim?” Her tag reads Sari - Attendant Lead. Her face is pure sunshine.
>The attendants here are over the top friendly and cheerful, I think they recruit preschool teachers or creche Moms.
>”No Martin isn’t feeling well and needs a med eval.”
>”Ok well we have his record, is there a particular problem we can help?”
>” He has an injury in the uh nonos? and seems a little frustrated in that department.”
>”Why don’t we take Martin to a waiting pod while we discuss our options.” Sari beams as she hands off Martin to a delivery bot.
>Martin’s little face is a study in sadness as his pod locks on the top of the bot.
>“Bye-buh Dadeee huu huu “ he sobs, waving a hoof weakly behind the pod grate as the bot glides silently down the hall.
>”I just need you to verify your payment details and fill out these releases and when we have the eval we’ll know our options, ok?” Sunshine gone in a gust of efficiency.
>Retreating to the chairs the necessary verbiage gets poked in on an intake pad.
>48 minutes of Maze Monsters app later.
>”Martin’s Dad?” Another attendant ‘Lisa - med tech 1’ drops into the next chair.
>”Martin has a partial torsion that we can treat externally, but you indicated you want a solution to his mating drive?”
>”Yeah I mean I don’t want the little guy humping rando stuff but I’d like to keep him intact if at all possible.”
>”Well we have several options besides surgery. We can use chemblock and that will reduce his drive and ensure permanent sterility over time without surgery.
>It will require at least 3 treatments within 6 months. That also carries a small risk of depression and neural spine dysplasia.”
>”Yeah damn I guess there isn’t really an elegant solution here.”
>The warnings they give you when you elect not to neuter your Fluff are coming home to roost now, like a headful of unwelcome bats.
>”There is the manual option, it’s not a service we provide but I can show you how to do it safely.”
>”No, just no.” I am not jerking off a fluffy on the daily.
>”There’s always the family plan. Sterile or breeder mares are available either functional or ‘pillow-pals’.”
>”I don’t really have room for a family of Fluffs and uh ‘pillow pals’?”
>”Pillow pals are spayed mares that have their legs removed for medical reasons. They’re usually former strays or returns that have suffered accidents.
>They offer companionship but are less messy or in the way than a full mare.”
>”That’s ..” Can I say creepy as heck without being offensive?
>”A bit creepy, yes. It does get homes for mares we otherwise would euthanize though.”
>”Ah yeah that’s good I guess um.” Maybe Martin’s just going to have to lose his lumps, I don’t want to but I dug this hole when I left him intact in the first place.
>”There is one more option but it’s not cheap.” Everyone’s a sales rep these days, saving the price leader til last.
>”Let me show you.” Show me she did, and a sale is made.
he is even self aware that pillowflufs are weird.
Seems like the foals are already dead but the chirping one.
Maybe you can add how the father left or something.
>Martin was sitting up, nervously scanning the room as walked in.
>”Daddeh!” He squealed as his eyes locked in on me. Scrambling to stand in the PoniPod he continued
>“Daddeh, Daddeh, Daddeh no nos nu be mean nu mo an nu take wumps an best sweepies an nu huwties an tweat fo Mawtin an miss you fo’evaw Daddeh!”
>Scritching his nose through the grate of the Pod to calm him down I lowered the pod to the floor and popped out the wheels.
>Checking out at the front desk Sunny Sari handed me a second smaller pod.
>”Your receipt and post treatment plan are posted to your email and here is Martin’s second ‘treat’ just wait until you’re home before you give it to him.
>Tucking the ‘treat’ into my pocket and juggling the two pods I thanked Sari and made my way out to the street.
>”Come on out buddy, we’re back in your safe room now.” Martin succumbed to the lingering anesthesia on the ride home and now groggily stumbled out of the pod flopping into his sleeping basket.
>”Firsty Daddeh, can have wawa pwease”
>”Hold on” I said stroking his mane and keeping him reclined. According to the treatment plan he needs to stay horizontal for the rest of the day.
>Holding his water bowl up to him he slurps up some water and whispers “Tank yu mistuh is bestes wawa. Ish dis weaw wife?”
>”Sure thing buddy, can you sit up a little for a treat?”
>“Tweat?” His ears perk up but eyelids are still at half mast.”Tweat fo Fwuffy?”
>Martin pulls the ‘treat’ slowly into his mouth. Sinking sideways into his basket chewing slowly and swallowing he hesitates. “Who was pod?” and he’s out.
>Satisfied Martin was down for hours (6 - 8 according to the plan) I reconnoiter the small pod I had purchased. Attached to the door was a packet with the manual and intro software. Time for some studying.
>The next Day…
Part 5 The beginning of the End
>Sitting vegging out in 3d StoneMiner the tell-tale sounds of a curious Fluffy reach my ears.
>Lifting my visor I candidly glance toward the Safe Room to see Martin’s head shyly crane around the corner, also checking to see if I’m free to play.
>”Morning Martin, Are you felling better today?”
>Eagerly he shakes his mane and bounds toward me.” Mawtin aw bettah Daddeh! No nos aw bestest fwends an nu huwties! Daddeh wan pway wif Mawtin? Mawtin find new not sowwy bawksie inna saf woom wan pway wif?”
>Any anesthesia can permanently derp a fluffy, dodged that bullet, thankfully. Looks like he found the new pod I left right in the middle of his safe room.
>”Well Martin, what do you think it could be?” I crouch down next to the pod waiting.
>His brow furrows and he paws the ground with his fore hoof, thinking deeply. ”Is for Mawtin?”
>”Yes, it’s a present just for you.”
>”Mawtin get bawksie pwesent?” He seems confused. Happy, because presents are good, but confused as why I would give him a box. Well and his recent box adventures ended so badly.
>”No Martin the present is in the box.”
>He’s totally at sea now looking at me then the pod and back at me. I take the opportunity as he looks away to hit a key on my phone.
>”Hewwo Mawtin, Mawtin be fwends wif fwuff?”
>Martin stands perfectly still, staring in amazement at the pod.
>Slowly his head turns to me, eyes like saucers,”Daddeh get fwend fo Mawtin?”
>”Daddy found Martin a *special* friend.”
>”Speshul fwend wike FwuffTV pwetty mawe fwend fo Mawtin to gif hugs an wuv an pway!”
>Maybe he is derped, wow.
>”Hawp fwend wet fwuff out” Issues from the pod.
>Dancing ecstatically around the front of the pod on all four hoofs Martin pleads, “Daddeh Daddeh hewp Mawtin can nu get bawks wet fwend go.”
>Opening the latch I slide my hands in and draw out Martin’s new friend.
The End: Hugbox Edition
>As I open my hands Martin finally gets a view of his new friend.
>Martin’s face falls, the despair epic.
>”Daddeh get Mawtin stuffie-fwend” Martin says meekly.
>”A special stuffie mare friend Martin. For special hugs just for Martin. Her name is Charmin”
>Martin gently grips the scruff of the plush mare in his teeth and pulls it over with his other toys.
>Sitting down in front of it he stares intently into it’s plastic googly eyes and brushes it’s mane off it’s face with his snout.
>”I’ll just leave you two to get better acquainted.” I say as I exit the room. Martin says nothing.
>Out in the den I switch on the Stuffie Friend App and connect to Martin’s new pal.
>The miniature camera shows him still sitting there, less sad now but not at all happy. I turn on the sound.
>”Mawtin wan pwetty mawe wike FwuffTV. Daddeh say get pwetty speshul fwend fo fwuffy.”
>”Stuffie fwend nu pwetty. Stuffie mawe nu fwend.”
>His eye clench as his expression darkens, his cheeks puffing in and out.
>Tears leak out streaming down the sides of his face.
>”Stuffie is wowstest poopie fwend eva.”
>Time to trigger the next phrase.
>”Shawmin is nu pwetty? Shawmin hav wowsest heawt huwties wif nu speshul fwends an nu wuv an hugs.”
>”Shawmin sowwy Mawtin nu wike. Shawmin tell Daddeh Mawtin nu wan stuffy-fwend. Daddeh send Shawmin away tu pwace fo bad fwuffies.”
>Time for my entrance.
the third one is just a regular pic drawn by another person as a tribute. I didnt bother saving it.
The End: Hugbox Edition
>”How’s it going Martin? Having fun with your new friend?”
>Martin leaps to his hooves as I walk in, stepping between me and Charmin, perfect.
>”Oh Yes Daddeh, Sawmin is bestest pwetty mawe fwend. Tank yu Daddeh is bestes pwesent fo fwuffy.”
>”Okay I’m just going to make lunch, you kids have fun.”
>Stepping out and bringing up the app shows Martin is curled up next to his new friend, nuzzling her neck.
>”Nu wet Daddeh send way, Nu hav wowest wonewy huwties, Mawtin be yu fwend an wuv yu awways.”
>”Tank yu Mawtin I wuv yu tu.”
>App set Elisa AI Auto On Loop On Save Settings.
ok... on to the non-hugbox ending editions?
That's a real card or custom made? Anyway sure its your story. Also that fluffy is living in the future neet life.
The End: Weirdbox Edition
>Luckily I remembered the gloves.
>Martin’s face goes blank as he falls back, sitting on his tail.
>”New fwend so pwetty.”
>”Hewwo Shawmin, My name is Mawtin.”
>”Yes, pway bwawkies noaw.”
>I heard nothing of our new friend’s side of the conversation, but I was told this was expected.
>The strange red creature known as a ‘Jellenheimer’ could reach directly into fluffy minds and in time permanently weave itself into a splinter personality.
>Giving Martin a pretty mare who would love him as much as herself, forever.
>As I left Martin was locked in carnal embrace with the phantom in his mind, thrusting away oblivious to our presence.
>The Jellenheimer looked over and met my gaze.
>I could swear I heard a voice say “Kek be praised” and somehow.. it was smiling.
I barely can find any images of it. Let alone the name of it
It's a real card. I've seen it in the game myself.
Eh just take a short break from it for new content.
Never took to hugbox, the abuse was all I was in it for
Just got back from a 3 month break from it. I don't think it is new content. I think I've just moved on from needing an abuse fix.
Alrighty then, we come here for different reasons.
For me its to study fluffs and explore the world they live in.
You'll always be a munstah baby and no one will love you.
Despite their rarity there's always another alicorn babbeh waiting for you just around the next corner.
only if I got to boop your poopsies
>Be a simple average Joe
>Hear about things called "fluffies" from co-worker
>Says that they are fun to fuck around with
>See a fluffy store selling them for 4.99 a foal
>Walk into store and hear a fucking tidal wave of what sounds like little retarded children
>Walk up to desk
>"Hey is this where I can get a fluffy pony?"
>(Wait what, why the fuck did I ask something I already know the answer to?)
>"Okay, can I see them so I can pick one out?"
>"Sure, follow me"
>Walk to a kennel filled out the ass with the little shits
>At the sight of me the things start saying shit such as "Nyu Daddeh?" or some shit (I was not paying attention as they all were talking at THE SAME FUCKING TIME)
>"I'll take... That uhh, red one with the wings"
>Buy the thing and some food,it cost around 12 buck plus tax (I bought a few pounds of the shit)
>Go back to my house
>Hear small whimpering and chirping
>Open the box that I had the fluffy in
>HOLY FUCKING SHIT
>Shit literally everywhere in the box
>and in the middle of it was the red pegasus fluffy trying not to drown in it's own shit
>*Box used protect, But it failed!*
>The shit splatters everywhere, literally fucking GODDAMN EVERYWHERE
>I caught the foal just in the nick of time
>relief... For about a FUCKING SECOND
>I AM NOT LETTING THIS GODDAMN SHIT STAIN OFF THE FUCKING HOOK
>As gently as I can I lay it down on the table...
>I forgot that it was covered in shit...
> I go into the bathroom to strip down, shirt only though
>Go into bedroom to find my least favorite sock
>I'm pretty sure you can see where this is going
>I'm whipping it around like fucking nun-chucks
>I even slammed it onto the treadmill on the highest speed
>after I satiated my blood thirst I remembered how much I paid for the shitrat
>"Whatever, best way to spend Five bucks I'd say"
>Oh... Right... The fluffy food...
Shall I continue?
>"I'll deal with that later, my main priority is cleaning this fucking house"
>Went back to entrance
>I guess in my rage I didn't much care for the stench
>I'm gonna need help if I'm gonna to clean this up
>Call up co-worker
>"Yo, whats up?"
>"I need help cleaning up shit"
>"I got one of those fluffies you talked about, the only thing you didn't mention was that they are literally full of shit"
>"What happened to the fluffy?"
>"I killed it"
>"So can you help me?"
>"S-sure man just let me get some shit to help you understand fluffies first so it doesn't happen again"
>I really don't want to talk about how awful the cleaning process was
>Long story short, we could both bathe in an acid bath and still not feel clean
>He showed me what to do and what not to do with fluffies
>Even handed me enough money to buy two of 'em incase I kill one again
>I thank him and head back to the fluffy shop
>"Yeah, I was here yesterday and sorta, accidentally, brutally murdered the foal I bought yesterday"
>"So your back for a new one?"
>"Okay, follow me"
>Pick out a shy looking pegasus from the "Special Foals" box
>"That'll be 35.68"
>"You picked out a Fluffyshy, pretty much a rare foal, so they cost more"
>Proceed to buy a fluffy... Again
>"Try not to kill this one"
>"Yeah, as if I'm killing something that's as much as my current clothing"
>on the way back to the car I notice the fluffy's whimpering
>Why is it whimpering?
>*Sigh* (can't believe I'm going to ask an animal this) "Are you okay?"
>*Eep!* "Scawy Munsta!"
>I'll just deal with this when I get home...
>Arrive at house
>The foal is still calling me "Scawy Munsta!"
>I start laughing maniacally
>The Fluffyshy shits itself in fear of what'll happen next
>"I, Diego Brando, will show you the true meaning of 'Scary Monsters'!"
>Start morphing into a dinosaur, more specifically a Deinonychus
>When the transformation is completed The fluffyshy is more than scared shitless
>You should have imagined the look on its face as I devoured it
>I arrive with the tiny fluffy foal in my arms
>It's still pretty damn scared
>How am I supposed to deal with this...
>oh right, fluffies pretty want spaghetti out the wazoo
>start boiling water as the foal gets a good feel of it's surroundings
>I forgot a goddamn litterbox
>I'll just get one as soon as the spaghetti's done
>Half an hour later I see the fluffy curled up in a ball, apparently sleeping
>pasta's done all I need are the sauce and meatballs
>I quickly slip out to get a litterbox
>Took me atleast 5 minutes at the most
> I come back to YET MORE SHIT
>"I really have no one to blame but myself and that fluffy"
>As luck would have it I bought a "sorry-stick" and found the fluffy
>I hit the things as gently as I could as to not kill it, repeatedly saying "Bad Fluffy!"
>I introduce the fluffy to the litterbox saying that if it shits in there it wont get the sorry-stick
>It somehow understood (Hallelujah!)
>I go back to preparing the spaghetti
>As soon as I'm done the fluffy clearly notices there is spaghetti, but is still pretty fucking scared
>Lay down a bowl of the spaghetti just in front of the Fluffyshy
>That place must've not been feeding it well because she ate it in one sitting
>A tiny but audible belch came from it's tiny mouth
>I couldn't help but chuckle
>Obviously it was scared by it
>This fucking thing was always scared
>Time to try and pet the thing
>As I gently stroked the foal from it's head to it's tail, it slowly grew more comfortable with it
Plain old pointy friend?
I don't think colours really matter once they get past the foal stage, and momma can't shuffle them off to the poop pile for being ugly. Purple wouldn't apply in any way to being considered ugly.
Don't Aliens take attributes of their hosts? Make for a strange one for sure
yeah, you would get fluffy-alien hybrids that would shoot acidic bad poopehs