And a little bit of weirdbox for good measure
pretty sure this is all three
Guy who likes this stuff here. Guess it's just cathartic? I dunno. And no, I don't like MLP.
back in the days before /mlp/ there was a bit of mlp fanart that was a fluffy retarded horse, /b/tards then used it to troll bronies that were infesting /b/ at the time by torturing them and shit
now people enjoy it for any number of 5 reasons
smarty abuse, schadenfreude
it's not a fetish and most of us don't like mlp
Well, even losers can find friends sometimes it seems
Turned into fluffy
>had a crazy night, dont feel well
>see a dead fluffy in front of me
>other fluffies see the body and vomit already, don't know why but crave spaghetti
>look at a puddle and realize i was turned into a fluffie
what the hell is going on
>fwuffy tawk wice u am smawty?
yes i am a smarty and this is my herd
>all the other fluffies begin to have hope, but i get excited since i control their fates while i figure this shit out
>i see an eagle circling us. I don't think the others have notice
"hey blue one go over there" raising my hoof pointing the street
>ok speshul fwiend
>the dumb mare starts walking and gets snatched by the eagle
>HEWP SPESHUL FWIEND SABE FWUFFY FWOM BIWDIE MUNSTAH!
>seeing him get picked off and leave behind a trail of shit was hilarious and seeing the shit land the people was priceless
>i lead the herd away from the alley, trying to be careful since i am one of the shitrats now
>whewe am going speshul fwiend
>trying to look at my environment and realize far enough to reach a park.
>speshul fwiend hewp thewe am a snek munstah
>turn around and notice the snake, luckily it hasn't noticed us, but it is blocking the way
hey special friend if you play with the snake i'll give you spaghetti
>the dumb mare not even questioning my logic or where i was going to get the spaghetti obeys my command
>hewwo snek munstah pway wif fwuffy?
>all of a sudden the snake strikes and starts coiling itself around the poor bastard
>all the herd start shitting themselves, but i am successful to get them calm
>SPESHUL FWIEND HAWP FWUFFY NU WAN TO BE NUMMIE FOW MUNSTAH HU HU HU!
>the mare screamed to the top of its lungs while the snake applied pressure
>the sound of hearing the mares bones crack was pretty nice
>FWUFFY NU FEW WEGGIES NU MO SABE FWUFFY SPESHUL FWIEND!
>the snake finally started to swallow the fluffy and started to move away
follow me herd lead all of you away from monster
>start to feel horny and look at the mares and notice the cute foals
>I am no pedo but i am curious if foals die while giving birth
"hey green foal want to play a little game" trying to trick the foal
>nyu game wif daddeh wuv games
Too bad it seems to be the last bit of fluffy art the guy ever did, about two years ago or something
"to play the game you have to lift your butt" i explained
>wike dis daddeh?
"yes just like that" i said
>start to mount the fluffy, my dick is diamonds and penetrate the foals pussy
>SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE NU WIKE DIS GAME NU MO!
"shut the fuck up, holy shit it is so tight" i told the foal
>keep humping the shit out of the foal
>why speshul fwiend gib speshul huggies to babbeh am onwy wittle babbeh
"SHUT UP YOU DUMB ASS BITCH" i swing my hoof around and hit the mare in the face
Life sucks and is scary, these fluffies are a reflection of us as a society shedding our innocence as we get fucked in the ass by life. Also it makes us feel better to see something worse off than we are.
>Be me, Retardo Anonson, age 30, self fancied crackpot mad scientist
>I was always the favorite child because of this. My dad always did appreciate hard work over my brothers constant moping
>But enough about Autismo, more about me, and my ultimate creation
>I fancy myself some mixture of Doc Brown and Doctor Frankenstein, and recently my topic of study has been fluffies
>It's quite often
>It's quite brutal
>And it's quite effective in giving me new material to work with
>Because fluffies don't technically have any "animal rights", being a "bio-toy" and all, I can conduct whatever experiments I please
>And my real fascination is the long forbidden and seemingly impossible art of... Re-animation.
>To snatch a dead creature out of the hands of The Reaper, and place it back in the cradle of life
>And because nothings of the table with fluffies, the little vermin, I can experiment as I please.
>Next door to my lab and decent little housing is a fluffy shelter of... let's say "less reputable" status, that provides me what I need for my tests
>The fluffies come to me dead, I don't ask how they died, and the owner of the shelter, Normie, doesn't tell me
>Not that it matters. It's almost always so obvious how he tortured and killed them.
>Burns on a fluffy are very, very hard to hide
>But it doesn't matter. I salvage what I can from the carcasses of the nearly loveable rodents, and begin.
>My first attempt at bringing forth a resurrection was a glorious failure
>Little bugger exploded before it even had its first new heartbeat.
>The second attempt was... shocking, to say the least.
>The re-animated fluffy lived, but it needed to have a battery strapped to its back, and after an hour, it died, and I couldn't bring it back
> My third attempt however, was a rousing success!
>Using only the best specimen, of which I decided to hand pick for once, I created... FRANKENFLUFFY!
Because the implication is that the global rules don't matter, and because he doesn't like something you like, that it's ok for the mod to post and disrupt your useage of the board because he doesn't like it.
this isn't tiananmen square, it's 4chan stop taking this shit so seriously
no i just don't sweat the small stuff, this isn't life or death or even important, it's just 4chan
who said chocofag had an impact on my enjoyment? i just ignore him like all the other cancer, and if he gets out of hand i either go do something else or try to drown him out by posting content
>part of the problem
ok so what will happen if chocofag is gone? will that be the end of cancer, shitposters and spammers?
no they will simply be displaced by spidey or the banana or some other form of autism, it's not a big deal, report him if you want im not gonna stop you, but i don't think it will amount to anything
>The brain of the most well behaved Smarty (A contradiction, I know) to fuel the body
>The body of the strongest Earth fluffy to move the brain about
>The wings of the most flight worthy Pegasus (Somehow, it could actually move about an inch or two of the ground by flapping about the seemingly worthless things.)
>And the horn of the first Unicorn I could find. The horns are pretty useless, but I thought it would be neat to have.
>I strapped the stitched together abomination to a car battery, and waited and watched
>The sparks flew, and suddenly!
>"Wh-whew am smawtie?"
>Cue the obligatory "ITS ALIVE! ITS ALIIIIVEEEE!!!"
>I unstrapped it from the car battery and placed it gently down on my work table, face to face with me
>"Why buwnie smeww? Why smawtie
>Right. Now that I had resurrected a fluffy, I had to explain to the fluffy what resurrection is, and the ramifications of bringing something from the dead, and figure out of it actually understands death, and- oh I've gone crosseyed.
>I tried to remember some of the stupid babble that comes from the pighamsters, and finally thought up of the correct termage for death in "fluffy speak"
>"You see, you little adorable abomination, you went "forever sleepies". (God I feel stupid typing that.)
>"Smawtie wen fowevah sweepies? Bu, bu smawtie wakies? Nu am sweepin."
>"Ah, but you were! You were! And so were the other fluffies who you are made of! But now I have brought you back! I truly am a genius!"
>It is now that the fluffy began to realize that although he was awake, he wasn't quite himself anymore.
>"W-WHA HAPPEN TU SMAWTIE?!? WUS WINGIE BEFOW, NOW AM M-MU-MU-MUNSTAH!"
>Ah shite. I forgot. Fluffies hate alicorn fluffies. Maybe I could have left off the horn.
>"NU WAN BE MUNSTAH! MUNSTAH SCAW AWW HEWD, AN SMAWTIE HAF GIB MUNSTAH FOWEVAH SWEEPIES AN BITEH HEWTIES, AN MEANIE HOOMIN GIB SMAWTIE BAD HUWTIES AN! AN! AN!"
>A perplexed look settles across his face. He has realized he had died.
Exactly, I enjoy these threads, because it fufills my primal need for violence. Doesn't mean I go out strangling cats or something, hell back my youth days I actually tried to nurse a pidgeon back to health after someone shot it with a BB gun. Seeing this is just, entertainment, no worse than watching a horror movie where a woman is ripped apart.
or playing violent vidya, i actually nurse animals back to health when i come across one in need, last month i found a pair of kittens that were near starved, still needed milk and constant attention so me and my mum took turns as i worked getting them back to health
they got healthy and we adopted them out, feels good man