I think I’ll work on an addition to Fluffylore and see if I can submit the ideas to Fluffybooru. Maybe the community will pick up on it and use it in their own writing.
Let’s see if I can’t single-handedly make Fluffy shit more interesting… At least in my eyes anyways.
>Sitting here for like an hour trying to come up with something that hasn’t been done 500 times already
Yeah, sorry about the lack of updates, I’ve been distracted with moving.
I’ll get the whole story out there.
Some day.
I found this edit in the comments somewhere on Fluffybooru and I just couldn’t stop laughing.
Fucking beautiful.
You hear noises, those metal things zooming by, the foot steps, honking, and the occasional human voice
You squirm your way out of your blanket pile and look up at the sky, it’s bright and blue
You cringe and slap your tongue against the roof of your mouth a few times “Moufy feew funny, fwuffy stiww thiwsty…”
You want to yell out for help, but your mouth just feels to dry and gross, you can’t really speak very well either
You shake your head as that funny feeling comes to your butt again “Poopies!” you call out as instinctively squat down and let the funny feeling out
Feeling much better you turn around to look at your poopies, but happiness suddenly drops as you realize what you’ve done
“Nuu! No poopies on bwankets!” you cry out as you try to scrape it off with your little hooves, but you manage to only smear the feces on your favorite blanket
“Nu! Stupid poopies go somewhewe ewse!” you cry as you begin to stomp on the little leftover bump, flinging crap everywhere.
“NUUU! Bad poopies evewywhewe! Nu nu nu nu! need bwankets fow wawm! stawp stawp!” you shout with a weak and hoarse voice
In your own panic you managed to now pee on the blankets as well, this is where you start to freak out and run around in the box, yelling incoherently, as much as your throat allows
“Eee! Nuu!” you yelp as you slide on piece of your own shit, and go flying in to one of the walls of the box
In an explosion of urine and feces you go flying through the wall and land face first on the cold moist concrete
“Waaahhh! Owies! Mewwy face huwties!” you sob, your nose hurts so much, and ‘boo-boo juices’ are dripping from one of the nostrils
“Waah.. pwease give mewwy huggies! huwties no wike, no wike huwties.” you continue to cry
You keep crying, and crying for who knows how long, even after it stops
Suddenly you feel another spike of pain in the back of your head as flop back down on to the concrete “Shut up you god damn rodent!” you hear as a tin can drops down infront of you
“WAAAHHH! MEWWY HEAD HUWT! OWWIES!” you begin to cry again
Really? Fucking Jesus, Merry you are such a cry baby, we’re going to be here all god damn day
Anyways, like what… a million years later?
No, just a couple of hours
Some time later the ‘hurties’ stop, but you feel a bit of wetness on the back of your head where it was coming from
You’ve been screaming so much on top of your bad throat, and now you can’t even speak
Getting up you begin to wander around the alley way, this is such a strange place, you have never been here
You decide to head further down the alley way until you come across a pipe sticking out of somebody’s wall
You have no idea what this metal thingy is, but you see water dripping from it! In to a puddle even!
Not seeing any possible consequences you slurp up the water as quickly as you can, despite how bad it tastes, you’re feeling desperate.
“Yay! Moufy feew good again!” you cheer as you turn around and head back to your shit stained box
You sit there staring in to it, now that you aren’t so freaked out, you can think clearly and intelligently
Haha, fucking yeah right, Merry
Daddy obviously didn’t leave you here on purpose! Simple mistake. He obviously just can’t find you, and you should just go home on your own
Daddy goes home on his own all the time, there’s obviously no reason why you can’t either, right?
“Mewwy gon’ find daddy!” you proclaim as you head towards the brighter side of the alley way
Once you step outside “Eyes owwwy. Too bwite!” you cry as the bright light hits you in the face
You plop down on your rear and rub at your eyes with your front hooves and pull them back to look at them now you can see
You have gross feelings all over your face, and you just no realized you wiped your shit covered hooves all over your face “Eeww! Poopies on fwuffy face, smewwy no pwetty.” you whine
Suddenly a shadow overlaps you and you look up to see some smiling brunette woman, very young, obviously no older than 16
“Oh no! You’re all covered in poopies! I’ll get you little guy!” the strange lady says as she pulls out a little tiny blanket like thingy and spits in to it “Big wady hewp fwuffy?”
“Mhm! Just sit still!” she reaches the blanket down to your face and rubs it roughly, you don’t like the feeling and try to squirm a bit but she pulls back “Owwies! Nu huwt fwuffy!” you whimper as she starts to clean off your hooves
“You silly thing, I’m not gonna hurt you! Anyways, spread the word!” she says as she peels something off a paper and pats you on the head
She giggles as she walks off and leaves you there dumbfounded “Fwuffy confused…” you say to yourself
Without your knowledge or conset, the strange lady slapped a “Vote Democrat” sticker on your head
You feel better, and somewhat less dirty, but there’s still shit staining the tips of some of your fur
You turn your head to look up the street and you see something exciting!
It’s the big tree! The big tree on the hill! That’s near where you live, you’ll be able to find daddy no problem! All you have to do is reach the street with the big tree, and then find the orange house
Thankfully the streets aren’t too busy today, and the occasional humans walking by don’t kick your dumb fucking brains out of your skull
The tree is getting closer and closer! You can feel the excitement!
Suddenly you feel a spike of pain in your tail and the ground goes down! “Now what in th’ fuck is this now?”
You can hear the fat in this man’s voice
“Owies owies! Wet fwuffy down! Taiw huwties!” you cry and flail your legs and shriek
You would have released your bowels in every direction, but you already took care of that back at the box
“Oh now even you things are liberal scum!” you hear the voice again as you are now clutched on to by your mane and spun to face him
You are whimpering in terror, tears in your eyes as you look the man over
A fat man, no less than 300 some pounds, he’s wearing what is no doubt a triple extra-large Bill-O’riley factor shirt
You can see the sweat stains on the armpits of his greasy shirt, but none of this means anything to you
“Pwease mistaw… wet fwuffy go… Need to go see daddeh…” you plead as you tremble in his sticky grip
“Tell me your name.” he grunts at you gives you a little shake
“Fwu-… Fwuffy need to get back t-to daddy…” you whimper
“I SAID TELL ME YOUR NAME YOU LITTLE NIGGER LOVER!” he scream at you as he gives you a violent shake
“WAAHH HAAAA!!!” you scream and cry as he violently shakes you around
“DON’T TELL ME, AND I’LL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF!” he continues to scream
“FWU-HU-HUFFY N-NAMED MEWWY!” you cry out as loud as you can, and he does thankfully stop shaking you
“Mewwy?” he asks
“M-m-mewwy…” you whimper
“Oh Merry? Hahaha, that’s a fucking girl’s name!” he laughs, his breath is unbearable, and it doesn’t help that he’s flinging saliva in your face
“M-Mewwy no giwl’s name! Mewwy no giwl!” you explain, through whimpering and sniffling
“A boy huh? Oh, I think got what’s going on here.” he says as he nods slowly
You sit there and shiver violently in fear as this fat fuck oggles your dick
“Yer some tranny scum. You’re obviously a girl, got one of those ungodly surgeries to change your gender.” he says, his voice getting darker
You’re still shaking and whimpering as he glares at you “W-wet fwuffy go?”
“No you little shit!” he shouts in your face as he gives you another shake, causing you to cry again
“Waahhuhh.. stop shakey fwuffy… so scawed!” you cry as he turns to the door he was standing in front of, opening it to step inside
“I’m gonna fix you, you unholy scum of this earth.”
(End of Part 2)
You are Merry, a grey fluffy colt, with a black mane and purple eyes. When daddy came and let you out of your safety room, he looked so unhappy, he just said that he was taking you to the daycare
You love the daycare! You have lots of other fluffy friends there who always give you hugs and share their treats with you
Daddy was so nice that he even brought you in this nice comfy brown box, with blankets and food
He wrapped you up all nice and snuggly in the blankets as he took down down the street
The air was a little chilly, but the blankets helped you keep nice and toasty warm
Daddy turns in to a dark place, where the walls are very close, but you trust that your daddy knows what he’s doing. Daddy knows everything
He turns around and lowers your box between two big stinky metal thingies, you don’t know what they are, and you look up at your daddy
“Daddy? Why put Mewwy down?”
“Oh… We’re here, Merry. This is the Daycare.”
“Wh-… Dis daycawe? Why so dawk an’ smewwy?”
“The daycare is getting fixed, don’t worry it’ll smell better soon.”
“Mewwy see daddeh soon?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here to pick you up soon”
“Otay daddy! Meweey wuv ‘ou!”
“Yeah, you too.” daddy says before he turns around and walks out of sight
You sit there, and think about how much you love your daddy, he really is the bed daddy ever, he never hurt you or yelled at you, always so nice, you really love him
You look around, wondering to yourself “Whewe fwen’s?” you look left and right before squirming out of your blankets
“Cowd…” you grumble to yourself as you look up at the sky… It looks darker out than it should be
Daddy wouldn’t take you to the daycare during the dark times, that’s when you’re supposed to be at home in bed
But… Daddy wouldn’t… No. Daddy knows what he’s doing and wouldn’t do anything stupid, daddy is smart
You sit there patiently, maybe your friends just didn’t come today, maybe they are just late
You sit there for a few seconds before you realize “Mewwy cowd, wan’ wawm.” you say as you turn around and shove your little snout under one of your blankets and waddle under them
You aren’t as warm and snuggly as you were before, it’s all cold in your blankets now
You sit there and whimper a bit “Mewwy wonewy… wan’ go home… When daddy get hewe…” You ask this question, hoping one of the nice humans at the daycare will answer you
Nobody answers, but there’s noises, you hear the big machines humans ride around in zooming by, you hear honky sounds and the occasional sound of a human walking by
“When go home? when daddeh come? why so cowd? Pwease daddeh, wan’ bed.” you whimper to yourself but nobody answers
You start to cry “Why daddeh no come…. Why weave Mewwy… Sowwy fow bad… Nevaw mean to be bad….” you apologize for whatever it was that would make daddy leave you in this cold scary place.
You sit there and cry for hours, nobody comes and pets you, or kisses you, or loves you.
Soon you grow hungry… Your tummy hurts and it grumbles, an it quivers. “So hungwy… Need foodies…” you whimper
You pop out of your little pile of blankets, it’s so dark and cold outside, but there are some treats in this box with you
“So cowd… Pwease nummies, come to fwuffy.” you cry from your blanket pile, hoping they’ll come to you like they always do when daddy is around
They just sit there, they don’t move, you sigh and pull yourself out of the pile and shiver “So cowd… so hungwy…” you whimper and move over to them
They look different then what daddy usually feeds you, they’re little flat squares, either way you choose to dig in
One bite and you spit it back out “Bwegh! D’ese no good nummies! d’ese gwoss!” you huff and bring your stubby little hoof down on the stack of gross tasting squares
They break apart underneath your hoof and you look up “Wan’ diffewen’ nummies! d’ese nummies bad!” you deman
No answer again, you’re getting so sick of all these dumb daycare humans not answering you
“Dummy humans bwing Mewwy good nummies NAOW!” you shriek before hopping up and down in anger “WAN’ NUMMIES NOW! WAN’ NUMMIES!”
You shriek as loud as you can but you get tired, you’re so hungry and none of the dummy humans are bringing you your ‘nummies’.
Stupid daddy packed dumb food, you stomp back in to your blanket pile
You sit in there for a bit, but your tummy hurts again
You peek your head out and look at the crushed remains of those gross square thingies
“Mewwy so hungwy… need foodies…” you grumble as you crawl out of the blanket pile once again and look down at the crumbs with teary eyes
You reluctantly begin licking the bottom of the box, picking up the bigger bits and swallowing them
Of course you forget to chew, they don’t choke you, but they hurt so much as they go down “Owies! Gwoss numies huwty…” you whine to nobody in particular as you continue to eat
Soon you down them all and whimper before crawling back in to the pile for the night
You curl up in your blankets try to fall a sleep…
“…”
“…Fwuffy thiwsty…”
<End of Part 1>
