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Flash Fluffy

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1/10
>START fluffy2.swf
>You are a fluffy pony.
>You have a light-pink coat and blue eyes.
>You can't remember completely but you think you were just born.
>You didn't exist ten seconds ago at any rate.
>You look around and see five fwiends just like you.
>You try to shout out "Pway?" but for some reason no sound comes out.
>No sound comes out anywhere.
>Maybe sound doesn't even exist.
>Suddenly one of your fwiends hugs you.
>Yay! You get to pway anyways.
>After you generously give out hugs like the fluffy whore that you are, you get a feeling.
>A weird feeling, as if your programming suddenly had completed the required conditions needed for a particular function to activate.
>Or maybe you just have to poop.
>Yup. You just had to poop.
>You stare, admiring your perfectly swirled poopie when you realize you don't like it.
>It doesn't smell bad.
>Smelling doesn't exist.
>But it still makes you feel sad.
>You start to pout.
>Other fluffies are on other side of poopie, they don't see you.
>Suddenly, you feel all alone and you start to cry.
>Another fluffy notices you and comes over and hugs you.
>Yay! Hugs make everything better.
2/10
>You realize that with your fwiends and their huggies by your side, not even poopies can scare you.
>Which is good because pretty soon your fwiends are leaving perfectly swirled poopies all over the place too.
>You explore your home, but you keep close to your huggie fwiends.
>You seem to live in a square with an increasingly poopie-filled bottom, and a really tall top.
>On the sides are nothing.
>You think that nothing shouldn't scare you but it does.
>It draws up nightmares of living in an abyss of nonexistence.
>Each bit of you being completely wiped and the organizational structure of your self being completely obliterated.
>You suddenly feel very cold.
>Metaphorically, of course, since cold doesn't exist.
>"Fwuffie no wan not ecksis. Wan liv! Nothing scawie!" You want to say.
>But you don't since you can't.
>This soundlessness is starting to piss you off.
>Then a fwiend hugs you.
>It helps but you still stay far away from the edges of the square.
3/10
>All of your fwiends start staring up.
>Why are they staring u- ooh!
>You see it.
>It's beautiful.
>It's magnificent.
>It's the most wonderful it you've ever seen.
>You don't know what "it" is. But you keep staring at it.
>*Gasp*
>You realize what it is: a flying triangle with a tail!
>Feeling smug about your discovery, you turn to tell you fwiends.
>You remember you can't.
>It's just not fair! Why do you have a mouth if you can't use it?
>You poop to relieve your stress.
>Suddenly, the magical triangle comes down to you.
>You become giddy with excitement.
>It's chosen you to pway with! You begin rolling around in anticipation.
>It touches your poopie and makes it disappear.
>Suddenly you don't want it touching you anymore.
>It touches you anyways -- oh no!
>It tickles, haha, you laugh. Pwaytime!
>It begins tickling your fwiends too.
>It cleans your poopies, and picks up you and your fwiends and gently puts you all down to keep you together when you get separated.
>But best of all it keeps you away from the nothing.
>Life is good.
4/10
Hey, sis what are you doing?
Oh, nothing just playing with some free flash animation I found on the internet.
Cool, what can you do?
Well, there are these little creatures called fluffy ponies and you can--
Aww, cute. Can you hit them?
What?
Can you hit them?
Well, yeah, there is a button for that, but--
Awesome, let me try!
Hey, OW! Don't do that.
>You and all your fwiends are having another orgy of huggies when suddenly the magical triangle flies into the middle of your group.
>You all get ready for another round of fun pwaytime when-- OW! --the triangle hurts you.
>You and all your fwiends all fly into the air but this time there's no nice landing.
>You hit the bottom. Hard.
>You land on your back and stay motionless for a second.
>Owwie. You can definitely feel pain.
>Why did the magical triangle fwiend hurt you?
Hey! Quit it! What did they ever do to you?
They looked cute, and anyways you need to get off the computer, you have a soccer game.
ANGELINA MUSHMUSH JOLIE! GET DOWN HERE NOW FOR YOUR SOCCER GAME!
COMING MOM! Come on, don't abuse the poor fluffies. All they want is love.
All the more reason to destroy them.
You wouldn't do that to a real animal would you?
Of course not, I love our dog, but these things are different.
So what? You shouldn't--
ANGELINA!
COMING! Ugh, fine, do whatever you want with them. Stupid abusefag.
What did you call me? HEY MOM! ANGELINE CALLED ME A NAME!
WHAT DID SHE CALL YOU?
A FAG!
WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP SUCKING SO MUCH DICK THEN!
grumblegrumble
5/10
>You don't understand. Why does the magical triangle hurt all of a sudden?
>It's coming back. Maybe this time it will pway?
>It picks you up.
>Yay! Back to your fwiends--
>Aah! You fall, and oof!
>You hurt again.
>Pain doesn't make you feel good.
>You poop.
>That didn't make you feel good either.
>You begin to pontificate on how you can continue defecating when you obviously haven't been consuming an equivalent or greater amount of nummies than poopies.
>Are you an organism that simply doesn't follow the laws of conservation of matter?
>Or perhaps are you something else entirely, like a computer program living inside a virtual world, your free-will only the illusion stemming from a few lines of programming code?
>Your brain hurts.
>Thinking doesn't make you feel good at all.
>But you remember: huggies do!
>You see a fwiend on the ground crying and rolling around.
>You go over to hug him.
>The magical triangle intercepts and punts you away.
>Owwies everywhere.
>But your fwiend is still crying, so you must prevail.
>You go over.
>Punt.
>You go over.
>Punt.
>You go over.
>Success! You hug your fwiend!
Damn extra poop is lagging the place up. I'll get you for that.
6/10
>You embrace your fwiend.
>The huggie feels so good.
>You love.
>You feel loved.
>You feel that, if only for this one moment you and your fwiend share something eternally special, a moment of pure bliss.
>Whatever happened in the past and whatever happens in the future can't take away that one moment of happiness wherein--
>Owwie, brain hurt again.
>Stop thinking, brain!
>But still Hugging so it's all good.
>Magical triangle picks both of you up.
>You're confused. On the one hand, you're happy that you're hugging. On the other, you're dangling 1300 pixels in the air.
>Aaaah! Both of you hit the ground and start hurting.
>You get up, walk a little to the left and poop.
>You look around and notice that the triangle put you and your fwiend on the right side of the square, right next to the nothing.
>You turn to warn your fwiend about "non ecksis tents" when you see that the triangle is already upon your fwiend.
>You fwiend turns to you in absolute horror and
>The triangle punts him into nothingness.
>Your fwiend flies over the side of the square and is gone.
>You begin shaking uncontrollably.
7/10
>Gone.
>Nothing.
>Side.
>Fwiend.
>Triangle?
>Fwiend. Gone. No Huggies ever again from them?
>WAAAAAAH!
>You start rolling around crying.
>Eldritch nightmares begin haunting your mind.
>"No wan non ecksis. NO WAN NON ECKSIS. WAN FWIEEND BACK!!!" You think to yourself.
>But your fwiend doesn't come back.
>"Why fwiend gone?" you moan to yourself (Noiselessly, of course)
>"Is my fault, fwiend gon?" the thought occurs to you.
>You retrace the chronological order of the events that took place.
>"Fwiend sad. Hug fwiend. Fwiend die." You gasp.
>"FWIEND DIE FWIENDIE! I KIWWED FWIEND," you begin to sob uncontrollably.
>"So sowwie, fwiend, so sowwie." you moan endlessly.
>Suddenly, another fwiend hugs you.
>Yay! Huggies! All better.
>Except not.
>You still feel a lingering sad about the loss of your fwiend.
>Another huggie.
>Yay!
Hehe, time for the finale.
8/10
>Another huggie.
>Owwie!
>Wait, huggies don't make owwies.
>Triangle did it!
>You and your fwiends begin wading through the pixelated poopies for more huggies, each time you hug, you get hurt by the triangle and thrown in every direction.
>You can feel the loneliness begin to set in.
>You want love. You really do.
>That's all you ever really wanted.
>But now you can't get it because the triangle hurts you.
>Idea!
>"Mabbe twiaggle only wan luv!" you think to yourself.
>"I can giv wuv to twiaggle and it wiw wuv my fwiends!"
>"And mabbe bring back non ecksis fwiend" you contemplatively add.
>You waddle over to the triangle and try and hug it.
>Nope. It only wants pain. You and your fwiends' pain to be specific.
>Soon after all the hurtings, your four fwiends and you are all rolling around crying in a bunch of poopies.
>Wait, three fwiends.
>THREE FWIENDS?!
>You gasp as you watch the magical triangle take one of your fwiends and place it over to the side of the square.
>Punt.
>Two fwiends.
>NONONONONONONO!
>What did you ever do to deserve this?
>You only wanted to love and to live.
>Now you are only recieving hate and will soon not exist.
>How could the triangle be such a meanie?
>One fwiend.
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
>"Pweez oh pweez, if eneewun is out there. Pweez saf me!"
>"I don wan die. I DON WAN DIE!" you futilely cry.
>No fwiends.
9/10
>You crumple up into a sobbing little mess.
>No fwiends.
>No one to ever give hugs again.
>All alone. ALL ALONE.
>Except for that big magical triangle that just picked you up and placed you on the side of the nothing.
>You close your eyes.
>You think back to when you were just born and you had all the world before you.
>It was, like, five minutes ago.
>Your life flashes through your eyes.
>A little life, but a full one. You loved whenever you got the chance. And you were often loved in return.
>It was a tale told by a fluffy, full of huggies and poopies, signifying nothing.
>Punt.
10/10
Well, that was fun. God, I hope they come out with a new version that has better torture techniques. That'd be radical.
As for now, though, I'm kind of horny, so . . .
>You open your eyes.
>You see nothing.
>But you're still alive.
>Something deep inside you tells you that you only fell outside the window range.
>You don't know what that means, but you do know that you still exist.
>"I LIV. I LIV. I STILL ECKSIS." you think to yourself.
>Suddenly you feel an incredible feeling.
>You realize it's a huggie feeling.
>Yay! All your fwiends are still here.
>You spend several minutes hugging eachother over and over and over.
>You count the different huggers: one, two, four, three, wait, no, yes, three, four, five.
>All five of your fwiends!
>The meanie triangle punted you all off the same side.
>Yay!
>Life is good now.
>You have no fear at all, since you finally conquered the nothing.
God Dammit, this video is taking forever to load, why is it so sl-
Oh, yeah. It's that stupid flash and all it's stupid shit.
God dammit. I could click up all that poop, but it's a lot of poop. . .
Eh, Angie can just start the program up later if she wants, no harm in closing it.
>Warmth is all you feel.
>Metaphorical warmth that is.
>All your fwiends are here and --
>EXIT fluffy2.swf
>Whuh-?
>Program terminating. . .
>Microseconds flash by and suddenly your world falls apart.
>Your fwiends disappear and before you can think a thing:
>Termination complete.
>Your bits are completely reset and are later used in composing a Youtube video with the title "BIG BOOBS LOK AT THEM AND THUMBS UP IF U LIKE"
>Semen squirts on the screen.
Worth it.

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1/10

>START fluffy2.swf


>You are a fluffy pony.
>You have a light-pink coat and blue eyes.
>You can't remember completely but you think you were just born.
>You didn't exist ten seconds ago at any rate.
>You look around and see five fwiends just like you.
>You try to shout out "Pway?" but for some reason no sound comes out.
>No sound comes out anywhere.
>Maybe sound doesn't even exist.
>Suddenly one of your fwiends hugs you.
>Yay! You get to pway anyways.
>After you generously give out hugs like the fluffy whore that you are, you get a feeling.
>A weird feeling, as if your programming suddenly had completed the required conditions needed for a particular function to activate.
>Or maybe you just have to poop.
>Yup. You just had to poop.
>You stare, admiring your perfectly swirled poopie when you realize you don't like it.
>It doesn't smell bad.
>Smelling doesn't exist.
>But it still makes you feel sad.
>You start to pout.
>Other fluffies are on other side of poopie, they don't see you.
>Suddenly, you feel all alone and you start to cry.
>Another fluffy notices you and comes over and hugs you.
>Yay! Hugs make everything better.

2/10

>You realize that with your fwiends and their huggies by your side, not even poopies can scare you.
>Which is good because pretty soon your fwiends are leaving perfectly swirled poopies all over the place too.
>You explore your home, but you keep close to your huggie fwiends.
>You seem to live in a square with an increasingly poopie-filled bottom, and a really tall top.
>On the sides are nothing.
>You think that nothing shouldn't scare you but it does.
>It draws up nightmares of living in an abyss of nonexistence.
>Each bit of you being completely wiped and the organizational structure of your self being completely obliterated.
>You suddenly feel very cold.
>Metaphorically, of course, since cold doesn't exist.
>"Fwuffie no wan not ecksis. Wan liv! Nothing scawie!" You want to say.
>But you don't since you can't.
>This soundlessness is starting to piss you off.
>Then a fwiend hugs you.
>It helps but you still stay far away from the edges of the square.

3/10

>All of your fwiends start staring up.
>Why are they staring u- ooh!
>You see it.
>It's beautiful.
>It's magnificent.
>It's the most wonderful it you've ever seen.
>You don't know what "it" is. But you keep staring at it.
>*Gasp*
>You realize what it is: a flying triangle with a tail!
>Feeling smug about your discovery, you turn to tell you fwiends.
>You remember you can't.
>It's just not fair! Why do you have a mouth if you can't use it?
>You poop to relieve your stress.
>Suddenly, the magical triangle comes down to you.
>You become giddy with excitement.
>It's chosen you to pway with! You begin rolling around in anticipation.
>It touches your poopie and makes it disappear.
>Suddenly you don't want it touching you anymore.
>It touches you anyways -- oh no!
>It tickles, haha, you laugh. Pwaytime!
>It begins tickling your fwiends too.
>It cleans your poopies, and picks up you and your fwiends and gently puts you all down to keep you together when you get separated.
>But best of all it keeps you away from the nothing.
>Life is good.

4/10

Hey, sis what are you doing?
Oh, nothing just playing with some free flash animation I found on the internet.
Cool, what can you do?
Well, there are these little creatures called fluffy ponies and you can--
Aww, cute. Can you hit them?
What?
Can you hit them?
Well, yeah, there is a button for that, but--
Awesome, let me try!
Hey, OW! Don't do that.

>You and all your fwiends are having another orgy of huggies when suddenly the magical triangle flies into the middle of your group.
>You all get ready for another round of fun pwaytime when-- OW! --the triangle hurts you.
>You and all your fwiends all fly into the air but this time there's no nice landing.
>You hit the bottom. Hard.
>You land on your back and stay motionless for a second.
>Owwie. You can definitely feel pain.
>Why did the magical triangle fwiend hurt you?


Hey! Quit it! What did they ever do to you?
They looked cute, and anyways you need to get off the computer, you have a soccer game.
ANGELINA MUSHMUSH JOLIE! GET DOWN HERE NOW FOR YOUR SOCCER GAME!
COMING MOM! Come on, don't abuse the poor fluffies. All they want is love.
All the more reason to destroy them.
You wouldn't do that to a real animal would you?
Of course not, I love our dog, but these things are different.
So what? You shouldn't--
ANGELINA!
COMING! Ugh, fine, do whatever you want with them. Stupid abusefag.
What did you call me? HEY MOM! ANGELINE CALLED ME A NAME!
WHAT DID SHE CALL YOU?
A FAG!
WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP SUCKING SO MUCH DICK THEN!

grumblegrumble

5/10

>You don't understand. Why does the magical triangle hurt all of a sudden?
>It's coming back. Maybe this time it will pway?
>It picks you up.
>Yay! Back to your fwiends--
>Aah! You fall, and oof!
>You hurt again.
>Pain doesn't make you feel good.
>You poop.
>That didn't make you feel good either.
>You begin to pontificate on how you can continue defecating when you obviously haven't been consuming an equivalent or greater amount of nummies than poopies.
>Are you an organism that simply doesn't follow the laws of conservation of matter?
>Or perhaps are you something else entirely, like a computer program living inside a virtual world, your free-will only the illusion stemming from a few lines of programming code?
>Your brain hurts.
>Thinking doesn't make you feel good at all.
>But you remember: huggies do!
>You see a fwiend on the ground crying and rolling around.
>You go over to hug him.
>The magical triangle intercepts and punts you away.
>Owwies everywhere.
>But your fwiend is still crying, so you must prevail.
>You go over.
>Punt.
>You go over.
>Punt.
>You go over.
>Success! You hug your fwiend!

Damn extra poop is lagging the place up. I'll get you for that.

6/10

>You embrace your fwiend.
>The huggie feels so good. 
>You love.
>You feel loved.
>You feel that, if only for this one moment you and your fwiend share something eternally special, a moment of pure bliss.
>Whatever happened in the past and whatever happens in the future can't take away that one moment of happiness wherein--
>Owwie, brain hurt again. 
>Stop thinking, brain!
>But still Hugging so it's all good.
>Magical triangle picks both of you up.
>You're confused. On the one hand, you're happy that you're hugging. On the other, you're dangling 1300 pixels in the air.
>Aaaah! Both of you hit the ground and start hurting.
>You get up, walk a little to the left and poop.
>You look around and notice that the triangle put you and your fwiend on the right side of the square, right next to the nothing.
>You turn to warn your fwiend about "non ecksis tents" when you see that the triangle is already upon your fwiend.
>You fwiend turns to you in absolute horror and
>The triangle punts him into nothingness.
>Your fwiend flies over the side of the square and is gone.
>You begin shaking uncontrollably.

7/10

>Gone.
>Nothing.
>Side.
>Fwiend.
>Triangle?
>Fwiend. Gone. No Huggies ever again from them?
>WAAAAAAH!
>You start rolling around crying.
>Eldritch nightmares begin haunting your mind.
>"No wan non ecksis. NO WAN NON ECKSIS. WAN FWIEEND BACK!!!" You think to yourself.
>But your fwiend doesn't come back.
>"Why fwiend gone?" you moan to yourself (Noiselessly, of course)
>"Is my fault, fwiend gon?" the thought occurs to you.
>You retrace the chronological order of the events that took place.
>"Fwiend sad. Hug fwiend. Fwiend die." You gasp.
>"FWIEND DIE FWIENDIE! I KIWWED FWIEND," you begin to sob uncontrollably.
>"So sowwie, fwiend, so sowwie." you moan endlessly.
>Suddenly, another fwiend hugs you.
>Yay! Huggies! All better.
>Except not.
>You still feel a lingering sad about the loss of your fwiend.
>Another huggie.
>Yay!

Hehe, time for the finale.

8/10

>Another huggie.
>Owwie!
>Wait, huggies don't make owwies.
>Triangle did it!
>You and your fwiends begin wading through the pixelated poopies for more huggies, each time you hug, you get hurt by the triangle and thrown in every direction.
>You can feel the loneliness begin to set in.
>You want love. You really do.
>That's all you ever really wanted.
>But now you can't get it because the triangle hurts you.
>Idea!
>"Mabbe twiaggle only wan luv!" you think to yourself.
>"I can giv wuv to twiaggle and it wiw wuv my fwiends!"
>"And mabbe bring back non ecksis fwiend" you contemplatively add.
>You waddle over to the triangle and try and hug it.
>Nope. It only wants pain. You and your fwiends' pain to be specific.
>Soon after all the hurtings, your four fwiends and you are all rolling around crying in a bunch of poopies.
>Wait, three fwiends.
>THREE FWIENDS?!
>You gasp as you watch the magical triangle take one of your fwiends and place it over to the side of the square.
>Punt.
>Two fwiends.
>NONONONONONONO!
>What did you ever do to deserve this?
>You only wanted to love and to live.
>Now you are only recieving hate and will soon not exist.
>How could the triangle be such a meanie?
>One fwiend.
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
>"Pweez oh pweez, if eneewun is out there. Pweez saf me!"
>"I don wan die. I DON WAN DIE!" you futilely cry.
>No fwiends.

9/10

>You crumple up into a sobbing little mess.
>No fwiends.
>No one to ever give hugs again.
>All alone. ALL ALONE.
>Except for that big magical triangle that just picked you up and placed you on the side of the nothing.
>You close your eyes.
>You think back to when you were just born and you had all the world before you.
>It was, like, five minutes ago.
>Your life flashes through your eyes.
>A little life, but a full one. You loved whenever you got the chance. And you were often loved in return.
>It was a tale told by a fluffy, full of huggies and poopies, signifying nothing.
>Punt.

10/10

Well, that was fun. God, I hope they come out with a new version that has better torture techniques. That'd be radical.
As for now, though, I'm kind of horny, so . . .

>You open your eyes.
>You see nothing.
>But you're still alive.
>Something deep inside you tells you that you only fell outside the window range.
>You don't know what that means, but you do know that you still exist.
>"I LIV. I LIV. I STILL ECKSIS." you think to yourself.
>Suddenly you feel an incredible feeling.
>You realize it's a huggie feeling.
>Yay! All your fwiends are still here.
>You spend several minutes hugging eachother over and over and over.
>You count the different huggers: one, two, four, three, wait, no, yes, three, four, five.
>All five of your fwiends!
>The meanie triangle punted you all off the same side.
>Yay!
>Life is good now.
>You have no fear at all, since you finally conquered the nothing.

God Dammit, this video is taking forever to load, why is it so sl-
Oh, yeah. It's that stupid flash and all it's stupid shit.
God dammit. I could click up all that poop, but it's a lot of poop. . .
Eh, Angie can just start the program up later if she wants, no harm in closing it.

>Warmth is all you feel.
>Metaphorical warmth that is.
>All your fwiends are here and --
>EXIT fluffy2.swf
>Whuh-?
>Program terminating. . .
>Microseconds flash by and suddenly your world falls apart.
>Your fwiends disappear and before you can think a thing:
>Termination complete.
>Your bits are completely reset and are later used in composing a Youtube video with the title "BIG BOOBS LOK AT THEM AND THUMBS UP IF U LIKE"
>Semen squirts on the screen.

Worth it.

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