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| Fillialcacophony #1473923 2 weeks ago |
there is a story with this
i have no illusions of this being a well made piece of "artwork" i know it sucks, enjoy :) |
| eraser #1473943 2 weeks ago |
It's brilliant! |
| Ol_Dirty #1473978 2 weeks ago |
"Wed miwk taste funny"
Perfect. Just perfect. |
| Anonymous #1473979 2 weeks ago |
yeah yeah moar moar |
| Wilhelm_II_Kaiser #1473980 2 weeks ago |
... |
| Anonymous #1473985 2 weeks ago |
That's the one with the fluffy unicorn supremacists, right?
I love it. Saved. |
| lordanubis #1474000 2 weeks ago |
Well, a pegasus is killing a unicorn, so I don't it's Maroon's story. |
| Anonymous #1474004 2 weeks ago |
The only complaint I have is that the fluffies ought to have a defined border. |
| semerl #1474007 2 weeks ago |
"mumma wed miwk taas funny"
Mood dissonance. |
| Ol_Dirty #1474013 2 weeks ago |
I don't think I've read this one.
Please link to the story your drawing the art for. I'm hoping it would become a common practice. |
| Anonymous #1474014 2 weeks ago |
@lordanubis: Seems you're right. No horn on the foal-stomping fluffy pony either. |
| Tabula_Rojo #1474057 2 weeks ago |
I actually really like how this came out, but some context would be great |
| Ol_Dirty #1474061 2 weeks ago |
Oh, that story? I have read it.
Still, please link from now on. |
| Mayclore #1474094 2 weeks ago |
I don't think I've read this one? |
| Wilhelm_II_Kaiser #1474126 2 weeks ago |
I... I don't get it. |
| Anonymous #1474132 2 weeks ago |
Part 1
>You've heard the rumors amonst fellow trappers. >Some fluffies are glitching and showing signs of behavioral program corruption as they reproduce, thus causing some strange behavior. >Their un-natural genesis into the world has given them spliced DNA, which when properly strained, can cause them to take on the characteristics of other animals: >Earth Fluffies trying to mate with cats (getting ripped to shreds) >Pegasus Fluffies stealing baby birds to raise (the chicks die, smothered by fluff and the fluffy waddles around them "P'way?" "You wan nummies?" "Biwdy sweep too wong!") >So on and so forth, the story you heard about the Bear was as pricless as it was predictable. >As a scientific man you take it upon yourself to witness and document the stranger happenings and share them with your esteemed colleagues (roaring laughter over beers after some good old "Potato-gun Fluffy-fun"). >You've set up camp to witness the nesting habits of a group of fluffies with corrupted behavioral programming. >These ones seem to have some traits of a bird species called the Wattled Jacana. >The group has about 40 fluffies with mostly mares and a few happy stallions, the stallions seem to have made nests forthemselves out of grass away from each otherso that they can enjoy the company of the mare that they have picked out of the group. >The mares left with the group don't notice right away and continue playing and hugging and running around as they always do, but you notice that they seem a little irritated by the stallions. This is gonna be amusing, you set up your recording equipment, keep you pellet gun handy (to liven things up if they get too boring) and watch with amusement at the touching scene below: >A grey stallion and a peach colored dam are cuddle near a rock alcove. >"We make Behbehs!" "I Wuv oo, I Wuv ow Behbehs" "You wan Hugsies?" >The stallion tries to embrage the dam, but it is too huge for its stubby marshmallow legs to fit around. >"Hav Hugsies nother time" pants the dam >"Poopsies!" she screams suddenly in alarm! >"NEE MAKE POOPSIES SOON!!!!" >She tries to waddle to the area where good little fluffies relieve themselves but her legs can't touch the ground >"Eeen... Eeeen" >The stallion tries to shove her but only wobbles her immensely pregnant frame a little and falls to the ground next to her. >"Need make poopsies soon! Behbehs coming! huwwy! can't have poopsies on behbehs!" >You shake your head, the stupid creatures don't understand the difference between crapping and giving birth. >OK, observation time: >You've been watching the scene unfold and have noticed that the dam is giganticly pregnant, >"must be four or five foals in that one" you mutter to yourself taking a sip of beer and looking out to the herd/flock of fluffies in the distance >Another thing you've seen is that a large amount of the mares in the group are also quite pregnant >"The lucky lil guys must have had quite some fun in the past two weeks" >Many of the dams are still mobile but still very round and ravenous with their appetites for "gwassies" and "fwowers!" >Your brought back to the scene before you by grunts of the dam who was only managed to roll from her initial position onto her back and is flailing her stubby legs as contractions start seizing her. >The stallion is bouncing around cheering. >"Yay! behbehs!" "New Fwens to Pway Wif and give Speshew Hugs!" >He cleary doesn't understand foals and is most likely expecting the babies to be full grown friends and mates... real genius this one. >The dam pisses herself as she's overcome birthing pains >"Tummy Huwts!!!" "Make Owies Go'way!" "No Wan, No Wan!" "Behbehs Huwt?!?" >Still flailing on her back she screams as the first foal starts sliding out, its little nub makes it a unicorn like its sire. >"Hew dis? Fwen? Behbeh tu Smaw!" >The stallion is cleary annoyed at the small mewling creature sniffing it and turning away, clearly not as fun of a 'New Fwen' as he had hoped, the dam is trying to reach for the foal to clean it but can't reach. >"Giv Behbeh! Wan Behbeh!" "Dat ma Behbeh?" >The foal is slimy but managed to craw; to her and latches on to feed. >"Gewd Behbeh, get nummies! I Wan Hug i.....AAAAAAHHH!!!" >The second foal makes its entrance >"WAHHHHHHH BAD PWACE OWWIES!!!" >She's flailing so much that the little guy slides out and falls a good foot before hitting the ground, you hear a slight crack and the foal cries out >'Broken leg' you think, the little green earth fluffy is dragging itself to the teat as the blubbering mother tries again in vain to reach her young. >"Wan Hugs Behbeh! I WUV BEHBEH, WHY NO WEACH BEHBEH!" >The foal struggles but manages, whimpering as it suckles. >The dam is panting as the 3rd comes out, blue earth fluffy is you can guess the color properly under all of that slime. >They're filthy but the mother can't reach them and the stallion is eating grass and nudging the unicorn foal trying to get it to stop eating and play. >"Dumb Behbeh, Fwuffy Wun Pway! no more Nummies!" >Only getting to suckle for 10 minutes or so, the unicorn foal whimpers in dissapproval but is helpless as it is shoved off of the teat by its idiot father who is trying to get the most out of his new toys. >Works out well though, since the dam only has two teats and the blue earth foal quickly latches on to the newly vacated source of nummies. >"Wan Nummies! Miwk Pwees?" the foal petitions the stallion but is quickly silenced by the beach ball that the stallion hits in its direction. >There's no malice in it, the bored stallion is trying to play catch with the newborn and can't seem to get it through his fluffy skull that the thing can barely move let alone play... >"it can talk though" you say, surprising really, not too many fluffies are capable of speech at birth, you've heard its carried in the sire's genetics... >Stupid fluffy = Smart foals... 'fluffy math' they call it. >The foal's nose is bleeding and he's having trouble getting back up but is barely paying attention to the stallion's complaints as it is desperate to return to its source of food. >"Bad Fwuffy no Pway!" "Fwuffy Get Owies Fwum Baw?" "Fwuffy Sowwy, give hugsies, make bettew" >It's almost heart warming as the stallion hugs the foal into his fluff >"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH *pant* *pant* AAAAHHHH!" >There's number 4, a yellow pegasus? strange, but not unheard of. >The green foal is finished sucking as it climbs its mother to get the cleaning it so desperately needs. >The dam is delighted as she finally sees one of her foals, hugging it and licking it clean. |
| Anonymous #1474134 2 weeks ago |
Part 2
>"Mumma Wuv OO Behbeh!" "Wan Aww Behbehs! No Weave OK?" >You hear some shouting over near other dams as a very round purple pegasus mare waddles closer make rasberries and taunts the peach colored dam who is close >to finishing her labor. >"OO SMEWW BAD! OO MAKE DUMB BAD BEHBEHS!" >"They Nod Vewy Fun" the stallion chimes in, clearly agreeing with her >"OO MAKE NEST SMEW BAD WIF BEHBEH SKETTIES AN POOPIES! PUWPWE WAN NEST FOR BEHBEHS BUT BAD MUMMA TAKED IT!" >So the riled up mare is named 'Purple'? imagination is clealy wasted on these things, she wasn't lying about the smell though. >A small trickle of diarrhea has started flowing out of the dam as exhaustion takes its toll and she can no longer hold it. >"Fwuffy tiwed... No Pway game no mow?" "Behbeh aW Owt?" "Fluffy Dun?" >Panting, she shudders and her eyes get wide. >"NUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" >The last foal slips out almost easily as the passage has been well travelled now, the little effort the dam uses to push sends her over the edge. >"WAaaaaaa" >The foal screams at it is shot five feet away from the dam, propelled by the sudden burst of excrement that the mare was desperately holding in >The poor thing has had a very rude introduction to the world, light tan colored... you think... it's hard to tell under the crap and placenta. >You notice the other fluffy projectile nearby, the little green earth fluffy was tossed by the dams flailing and landed with a soft thud... >The fluff on newborns is still to thin to protect them at all. His little stubby leg still broken, he cries "OWWIES WHY WEGGIE HUWT?" >The Dam has finally righted herself and is struggling over to the injured fluffy, the blue and yellow foals fall off and start complaining. >"Mumma NUU! NEEED NUMMIES!" "MIWK PWEES? TUMMY HUWT!" >You know what has to happen next... you are getting bored... the delivery didn't end in a fluffsplosion as you had hoped and all of this lovey-dovey family stuff is making you feel sick. >It's not like you're a complete sicko or anything, you never took part in the fluffy abuse that you friends were into: torture, slow deaths, laughing at the agony of the creatures... >No, you were more interested in watching things take their course with a little... push in the right direction... >Flufflies need no help when it comes to death, they are hard wired to die easily.. it's not enough to watch one die though... not suffer.. >you want to watch things get interesting. >..... >*Your pellet gun goes up* >Tha dam is still wobbling toward the crap covered foal who is barely gasping now, she's in a hurry. >The little guy is going to die, you know, but you understand her urgency. >Purple is a little closer, glaring from behind a bush, jealous of the Peach colored mare who apparently has 'a nice nest.' >*Aim* >The stallion has quieted the unicorn and has started his way over to the green missile foal, he looks like he's comforting them more out of annoyance than out of compassion. >He's the other reason you know that every one of these foals will die before the end of the day, there are too many mares here, and pregnant too, the foals will die and the mother will be devastated... time to do her a courtesy. >*Chink* >The shot is quiet, the fluffies don't hear it, the thud is final and the peach dam falls to her side with a small red hole in her forehead... >The most merciful killing you could ever give one of these fluffies. >With your role played, you sit back and take in the chaos. >The fluffy family which would burn itself out of existence slowly has just been tossed a canister of gasoline... you love bonfires. >The first to react is Purple, she's been glaring at the peach dam the entire time so it'd be hard for her to miss. >The foal's eyes can barely see enough as it is so they think she's tired. >"Mumma? Why OO Sweep?" "No SMew Good" "Need Nummies Mumma" "Mumma Pway Wif Behbeh?" >Purple is in the clearing now, she's waisting no time to make the 'good nest' hers. >She runs over to the stallion who hasn't noticed her or the demise of the dam. >"Ashie Get Fwowers fo Puwpwe?" >The stallion 'Ashie' looks at her and nods, he's easily distracted as you'd guessed and has probably had enough familiar relations with the other mares to hold little regard for the fallen dam anyways. He trots off, brushing passed the yellow foal, still shaking its mother to wake her for feeding. >He's gone for now, you can already see where this is going. >... >Purple gets a scowl on her face as she stares at the tan colored foal, it's mewling softly, sucking up into the air with its eyes pinched shut for the hopes that somefluffy will feed it, it is shivering since it hasn't been cleaned yet and you can see it is struggling to breath as mucus partially clogs its throat. >Little guy is having a rough day, Purple walks over and noses the foal onto its stomach and seems to be soothing it by petting it lightly on the back. >"Dumb Behbeh, Smew Bad" she wrinkles her face in disgust as she sees the excrement still coating the foal, she's quickly reminded that the foal isn't hers, her stomach shifts a little from her unborn and you can tell she is slowly putting the pieces together. >With a face of pure displeasure she returns her hoof to the foal's back and runs it slowy to the base of its tail, the pathetic creature is groping at the ground, sudden hope that it is being given some attention, perhaps some chance that he'll be fed and cleaned and given a chance? >.. >Nope >She grasps his little fluffy tail and whips him into the air and slams him onto the hard ground, once, twice, three times. >Crap covers the area his ruined body rests in. >Purple growls as she stares at the lifeless body in front of her and feels a tugging. >"Gib Miwk?" "Nummies?" "OO Mumma?" "Fwen?" >The Green foal has dragged itself over to her and is tugging at one of her teats, trying to feed. >The unicorn foal is lookking up at her cooing slightly and trying to hug her, they didn't see the ordeal with the tan foal and probably assume his lifeless body is just "bad poopy from momma." >This won't be pretty. >"NO! MIWK FO GOOD BEHBEHS! NOT BAD FWUFFIES!" >She raises a stubby foot high (as high as a pregnant fluffy can...) and brings it down hard on the unicorns midsection, suprising it. |
| Anonymous #1474136 2 weeks ago |
Part 3
>"WY MUMMA GIB OWWIES?!! NUUUUuuuu" the whimpering foal squirms as you can see he has emptied his bowels under the hard pressed purple hoof. >She reaches around and grabs the green foal at her teat by its broken leg, it stiffens in shock from the sudden pain, unlatching from the nipple. >"WEGGIE HUWT! Nuu Mumma, GIB HUGGIES! MAGE GOOD!" >She bites down hard and flings him as hard as she can onto the ground a couple feet away as his bladder loosens and he sprays the air during his flight. >"OWWIE! NUUUUUUUU!!!" >You hear a pop and see blood trickle slowly out of the unicorns mouth underfoot, parts of his lower intestines are sticking out of his rear as the pressure on his stomach has partially forced out his organs. >"Mumma...*gurgle* wy oo no wuv behbeh." >"OO NO BEHBEH, OO POOPIES!!!" >She kicks him away and he lands limp and lifeless. >She grabs a nearby rock and throws it at the green foal who is laying on his back several feet away crying and wheezing. >The toss isn't very hard, you didn't expect it to be, while larger than the foals, fluffies are still pitiously weak. The rock is large enough though, not killing the foal by impact, but by the weight on its little newborn chest. >The rock sinks slowly as the green foal struggles to get it off but is immobilized by its broken appendages and is slowly suffocated. >"MUMMA HEWP" He cries out >"Hewww...p" >The unbroken green leg twitches as the foal is finally asphyxiated, >"*gurgle* pwees *squeak*" >The yellow foal is trying to nuzzle its real mothers fur to get some comfort as the blue foal licks at her face and the puddle of 'owwie wawa' that is forming. >"BLEGGHGHG" >The little blue one vomits up the blood and its own bile and what little milk it was able to suckle before its mother's demise. >That'll be the end of her, she has no way of getting food without help and you don't see the purple one calming down as it turns its sights on the yellow pegasus who is sleeping softly in the fur and still warm body of its dead mother. >The blue foal waddles to the other side othe dead dam. >"Mumma, Hungwy, tummy Owwies, Nummies Pwees?" >She's pulling on the fur of the body uselessly. >Purple grabs the yellow foal by one of its tiny wings, breaking it, and drags it of the mother's body. >"NUUU! WAN MUMMA!!!! GIB BAC TO MUMMA!!! WINGIE HUWT NEED MUMMA HUGGIES AND NUMMIES!!! NUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" >The little foal is flailing as Purple turns away from the body and looses a stream of feces on the peach mound then giving it a buck for good measure. >The blue foal on the other side shieks as the body turns toward her. >"MUMMA WAKE? MUMMA GIVE HUGGIES? BEHBEH NEE NUMMIES MUMMA!! YAYYY..." >Her cheers are cut off as the dam's body steamrolls the foal's lower half and causes the foal to fall back, half crushed by the body and vomitting up more blood, she gasps for air and is met with a lungful of Purple's squirted brown tribute. >The blue foal lays there, trapped, struggling and slowly drowining in blood, fecal matter, and its mother fur. >'One more left,' you think. >Purple waddles with the pegasus foal still in its teeth up to the rocks and starts to climb slowly. >"NUUU DUN HUWT BEHBEH! BE GUWD FWUFFY!" >After 5 minutes of slow progress and lots of squirming and begging the yellow foal falls to the mare's feet as the wing has shredded completely off and hangs in the mares mouth, she spits it out and grabs the foal by the other wing as it feebily kicks and tries to shuffle away. >Purple reaches the top of the rocks in another 3 minutes and you see that Ashie is half walking half bouncing back to the area from the other side of the rocks, they reach the top at the same time. >She gives him a look then tosses the screaming filly down the 8 foot face of the rock wall, the little yellow pegasus flapping its remaining wing uselessly as it plummets. >"AHHHH WY NO WUV BEHBEH!! MUMMA HEWP HEWWW.." *CRUNCH* >The stallion drops the flowers at Purple's feet as he takes in the scene below him. He starts shaking. >You can see that he's not sad... just confused that his little 'Fwens' are broken. >"OO Bweak Fwens?" >He asks the mare in an even tone. >"No Fwens, Bad Fwuffies Make Nes' Smew No Pwetty." replied Purple as if she had done him a favor. >He looks her over and sees her girth >"Make New Fwens Now?" >"Na Weddie" she says taking a half step back seeing him shake even more, stallions shake alot when they are aroused. >"Then we Pway!" says Ashie as he grabs her front stubby hoof and spins her, she's wobbling near the edge as he pounces her and starts to grunt. >"EENF EENF EENF" "HUUUUH HUUUH HUUUH" >Purples eye's are wide as he humps (more like "pomfs") her and is sliding slowly towards the edge. >"NUUUU WE FAWW WE FAWWW!!! TUWN AWOWN ASHIE!" >He lets go and spins around with her, with his back to the edge and hops on again, getting his stubby legs further up her back and resting most his >weight on her lower body as she is squished under him, he humps.. wrong hole... >"NUUU OWWIE BAD SPESHEW HUGGSIES!!! NUU GO IN POOPIE PWACE!!!!" >He tries to back off but looses footing and slips completely on top of her. >"NUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! MA BEHBEHS!!!! BEHBEHS COME BACK!" >She screams feeling two premature foals plop out of her under Ashie's weight and turns barely in time to see their slimy bodies slip over the edge. >You hear the most pathetic 'peep' from one of the foals as they free fall and splat into the ground next to the yellow mess of the pegasus body. |
| Anonymous #1474138 2 weeks ago |
Part 4 Final
>"NUUUU!!!! GIB BAG BEHBEHS!!!! PUWPWE GUWD MUMMA!!! PUWPWE WUV HEW BEHBEHS!!!!" >She's facing the edge and Ashie remounts her, he's singleminded and can't seem to notice the aweful things happening around him today, he just humps away and smiles with his little green eyes shut tight in focus as if he was trying not to die... something quite common in fluffy males after mating... >"EEENF EEEEENF EEENF" >Purple doesn't warn him fast enough as he pushes into her and over the edge... >"NUUUUU!!!! WY FWUFFY FAWW!!!!" >She's a pegasus, but a pregnant one (a pregasus?) with a stallion on her... what little flying or gliding she would normally be able to do in the limited capacity of a mature fluffy it won't be enough. >One and a half seconds later she lands with Ashie in tow. >*Crunch* >She's crushed by Ashie and the remaining foal in her shoots out underneath her and rockets into the rock wall >*Splat* >The stallion is unphased, his fall being broken by the fluffy mess that was once Purple. >Seems a fitting end that the ruthless dam made a mess of herself on the ground that she just littered with somefluffy else's dead foals. >The stallion though, as much as you'd like to capture him because of the value in sire's producing talking foals, he's a stain on nature and you decide to make an exception to your rule of only slightly interfering. >This'll make an interesting enough story later on anyways. >You raise you pellet gun, Ashie is wandering, bored and complaining that all of the fluffies are being lazy and sleeping too much. >*Chink* >Finish your beer. >Grab your stuff and head back with another interesting story for the boys. >*SWAG* |
| Wilhelm_II_Kaiser #1474140 2 weeks ago |
Oh that.
I just finished reading it. Makes sense now |
| Wilhelm_II_Kaiser #1474141 2 weeks ago |
Swag |
| Anonymous #1474352 2 weeks ago |
fluffy pony abuse...by fluffy ponies.
i think we're on to something here. |
| Fillialcacophony #1474905 2 weeks ago |
ponibooru.413chan.net/post/view/195924, yeah, i should've posted this here.
first time really drawing anything on the compy, might get better, who knows |
| Anonymous #1474910 2 weeks ago |
Bad fluffies should be punished. By setting them ablaze |
| fluff474 #1474996 2 weeks ago |
I was disappointed that the story didn't quite match the picture, and the writing could use work (you write like I have a photographic memory of the position and condition of each baby), but not bad.
@352, welcome to about two months ago. |
| Ed_by-K- #1475100 2 weeks ago |
pure retard |