Just a quick question, Kweh-tard ...
After all these pics and after all those threads, how would u describe the chances that the third reich could won the war ?
Would be intredasting
I'd love to have an annoying little shit to throw in the sorry box
Why would you want it to be annoying? You don't need to justify abusing fluffies, least of all to the fluffy itself.
That could hav worked pretty well, but then they dont have the forces to conquer Kreta and get the Middle-Sea safer to support the North-Afrika Korps
How did u think archieve both ?
i only fap to the highest-quality fart/diaper porn.
I doubt that Francesco joined the axes just for this little piece of land, but otherweise it could be possible ...
Thanks for this nice disscusion, Choco/b/ro
Please draw a Nazi-Bird of those, like to see one
Or maybe communist
>Thinking its better than fapping to fluffys
I believe he hopes to get le ebin story out of it, something like...
>see fluffythreads getting popular
>start asking the same question again and again
>autists answer my troll, so much lulz!
>autists start realizing what me le master troll am doing, lol they so butthurt! huae huae huae! plz share and like
>More special lump hitting please
This. Genital abuse is the best!
I'd like to request the fluffies used for smuggling idea from last thread, with drug smugglers cramming a fluffies anus full of contraband to the limits of breaking.
>Be T a guy in his late 20's
>Run my own fluffy control service and make good Monet doing so
>Also have the best pet in the world
>His name is Curtis
>its about 11am when I get the call
>Tom Johnson caught his daughter leaving a plate of ravioli by her playhouse before leaving for school
>T: well Tom How many?
>Tom: from what I can tell just an Orange Pegasus stallion a teal mate and about 2-3 foals
>ok Tom on my way
>I head down the hall to Curtis's saferoom
>I open the door and there he is stretched out on the floor without a care in the world
>I lift him up and carry him my van and place him in the back and head on our way
>I better get this out there now lest I be accused of hugboxing
>Curtis is not a shitrat he is an 8ft long Nile monitor and quite effective when it comes to killing fluffies
>Hard to believe he was only a foot long when I bought him all those years ago,
>As we pull in Tom runs out
>Tom: T its a full blown invasion I went to the shed to get some cinderblocks to seal the hole in the fence and when I came out there were six more
>well shit anything else?
>Tom: yeah there's a smarty when I came out of the shed it was yelling a bunch of stuff about "Dummeh fluffies join hwed" guess the one from this morning agreed
>Well lets get back there and ascess the situation
This is perfect. A happy day for fluffies turning into tragedy from a random twist of fate, mother going through hell to save her babies, and everyone dying in a mix of sadness and confusion. Stuff like this is exactly what I come here for!
>Tom and I step out onto the patio leaving Curtis just behind the sliding glass door
>Tom points out the mare and her mate from this morning, surrounded by 3 babbling foals
>two soon mammas far too fat to be mobile being maneuvered around to patches of clover in the yard by what looks like three toughies
>And there sitting on a rock in the center of it all a bright green unicorn most likely the smarty
>so 8 adults in total
1 green unicorn smarty
2 earthy toughies one navy blue the other red
1 black pegasus tougie
1 Pegasus stallion non toughie and his special freind
2 soon mammas both earthies one violet and the other a neon pink with white mane
>As well as 3 foals no sign of shit colors or alicorns most likley killed at birth or clinging to life in a shitpile if tgere was even time for them to do so in the time since they arrived
>Time to start the show
>They turn to see us a few foals and the non toughie stallion shit themselves
>dummeh hoomans dis am hewds wand gif sketties ow get wostest huwties
>Can't do that this is Tom's land
>Smawty nu cawe gif sketties nao
>Sorry shitrat can't do that but there's someone I'd like you to meet and his name is Curtis
>Woah! the whole herd except for smarty gasp and most shit themselves
> the black toughie is now covering his eyes with his hooves a mound of shit behind him
>not the first time I've seen this happen though
>It seems that ferals in the area regard my reptilian pet as some sort of for better terms a "boogeyman"
>seems some of the longer lived ferals that had managed to escape Curtis had passed down tales of the "scalwy munstah cuwtus" to their spawn and as fluffies reproduce notoriously fast tales of him have trickled down through the generations
>"dummeh hewd cuwtus nu weal jus scawy sweepietime stowie fo dummeh babbehs" yells smarty
>by now the whole herd has gathered behind the smarty
>"toughies fowow smawty we gif dummeh hoomans foweber sweepies" smarty and the red and blue toughies march forward
>"Smawty su bwave, hooway fo smawty"yells the herd
>ok you asked for it I fuckstain
>I open the sliding door and Curtis emerges from Tom's house and having already caught the scent of his victims charges forward
Hugbox would definitely be nice. I love seeing how these frail, naive critters live in their better days as well.
>Curttis lunges forward grabbing the first toughie by one of his front legs and begins to thrash it about
>The sound of its screams only rivaled by the sound of breaking bones and serenaded by a stream of shit leaving it's bowels
>Then from the combination of thrashing and needle like teeth the toughies legs rips from its body as the fluffy lands several feet away a bleeding broken wheezing mess of it's former self
>The second toughie musters his courage and charges Curtis from behind
>But he's too slow as Curtis's tail cracks like a whip landing a blow to the toughies head
>"You could hear the bones crack on that one " laughs Tom
>the toughie slumps to the ground blood pouring from it's nostrils, an eye dangling from the socket,jaw dislodged teeth missing,it's skull clearly deformed by the impact
>I've always heard that a swing of a large monitors tail could break a man's arm, so it must be absolutely devastating to a fluffy
>In the commotion smarty makes a break for it hiding inside Sarah's playhouse
>the gathered herd has now broken rank and make a break for it heading for the now covered hole in Tom's fence several foals left to dies they're parents abandon them chirping on the ground
>Now all that remains in the open yard are three toughies either dead, dying, or catatonic with fear, two soon mammas too fat to move and three. Foals abandoned by they're parents in a panic
>Curtis moves to the foals that are still chirping one the ground and begins to devour them one by one
>they're bowels already voided by fear
>the fragile things are crushed in his jaws and promptly swallowed whole
>Curtis passes the toughie who has been reduced mentally to a newborn and makes his way to the soon mammas most likely detered by the mound of shit the toughie was lying in
Martin wants a Friend
>*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
>*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
>*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
>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 gud 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.”
>Curtis puonces on the first pinning her you can hear her spine break under his weight shitting and pissing herself in the process
>he begins to dig into her with his claws and buries his head into her stomach cavity, the mare letting loose the most ungodly screams of pain
>Suddenly he jerks his head out of her holding the remnants of her uterus in his maw, premature foals and umbilicle cords dangling, the faintest sound of peeps can be heard
>Curtis swallows them down as the mare uses her dying breath to scream "tummeh babbehs nuuu" as she bleeds out
>He proceeds to the neon pink soon mummah when suddenly we hear "spesawl feend nuuu!"
>We see smarty charge out of the playhouse as fast as his stubby legs will carry him his horn pointed forward
>He broadsides Curtis and stops instantly with a "screeeee pwetty hown haf biggest hurties"
>Tom and I laughing our asses off at the dumb shit having broken his horn off against the scaly hide of the Immovable object known as Curtis
>Tom:holy shit I was worried there for a second good thing shitrats are so fragile or Curtis might've been in trouble
>Yeah makes ya wonder how the hell they manage to survive in the wild
>Curtis ignoring the crying smarty who is trying his best to hoof him to death to no effect repeats the process of disemboweling the neon green mare and devouring her unborn foals
>He the turns his full attention to the smarty
>Curtis bites hard into the hide on the smarties back a shakes him furiously ripping out a chunk of flesh
>He latches on again clawing the smarty disemboweling him, thrashing until smarty is completely torn in two
>His stomach full and his energy spent Curtis ascends the large rock in Tom's yard that had formerly been smarties "throne" and begins to sun himself
>Well Tom looks like Curtis is spent go ahead and grab a wheel barrel and a shovel and we'll start cleaning up
>Tom: yeah we might as well Sarah is gonna be home from school in about an hour
Yeah. You go ahead and chew on that block. It's all fun and games until you break a tooth.
*fluffy's back leg snaps in a gush of blood and compund fracture.*
What the fu-...I don't even...YOU CAN'T EVEN GET INJURED PROPERLY!!
That's pretty much the origional Curtis story still working on a proper ending , only real problem is I typed it on my phone originally and accidentally deleted parts of it before I could put it up on the booru
>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...
I'm working on the storyboard til my new stylus gets here but it was a cardboard box. Think of a box from [online retailer] big enough for a phone or headset. Martins Daddy let's him have 'bawkies' for 'stackies'.
>”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.
>Martin was sitting up, nervously scanning the room as I 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…
>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.
If that's a fluffy fuck bot then these threads have hit an all time low.
As sad as inflatable sex dolls for fluffies are, they aren't nearly as low on the degenerate scale as fully funtioning fluffy fuck bots.
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 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.
The End 2: 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 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 “Soon” and somehow it was smiling.
so i haven't been around 4chan since the original pony wars
i have to say anons you are quite something, i am a bit repulsed but also intrigued.
keep it up whatever it is this fluffy shit. we need more of this.
Personally I find Chocobro the most agreeable poster to spam fluffy threads so far. Chocobos are cute and fluffy and much better than gore, shota, spiderman or fuffy or Despera(or whatever her names was)posting. He's not obnoxious, he's just there. Being fairly cute.
That you, DW? It's DC. Hello.
We're in the same position furry threads once were, oh so long ago. Just keep creating sequential threads and roll with it. It's an honor, albeit a backhanded one.
I'd say The Big Three are now two green and one albino. If the booru wasn't so hostile I'd lay down some anthro porn stories of my own.
I don't think that was the Chocobro. The Chocoimpostor spams nasty pics and doesn't 'kweh' very often.
That meat was dissolving on my tongue, man. I love cooking with meat. Also, I need to read those stories. It's been a while since I've read any booru-text. (And it's just a pet peeve, but why do most anthros have chestboobs? I was thinking about it, and I found myself wondering when exactly during mammalian evolution did crotchboobs move up on the chest? And why am I even thinking about this?)
yes, nothing lie a savory meat dish. and i just like my xibalba to look sexy and mean lol. but yes, i'm currently worng on my 60th story. have been doing a lot of stuff with xibalba lately
One could go either way, but for a genetically engineered creature I think humans would keep 'em where they "belong".
With customization options, of course.
As a practical matter it's like dragon or scalie pr0n. Chest boobs are simply more popular to depict.