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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Giant_Neckbeard
Date: June 14, 2012, 10:11 am
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Also, what do you guys think about this story?
Anatomy of a Fluffsplosion
>Be a Bigwig at the Company that produces Fluffy Ponies.
>Fluffy Ponies have only been on the market for a few months,
and there have been several glaring scandals already.
>Fluffy Ponies drown easily, their fluff absorbent to the degree
that it can absorb twice as much weight as a Fluffy Pony could
possibly carry without intensive weight-training.
>Fluffy Ponies break so damn easily.
>And possibly the worst one of all ... Fluffy Pony Mares
exploding during birth.
>Turns out there's yet another fault. Turns out that during
pregnacy, certain acids build up within the stomach as the
Mother's system attempts to deal with the addition of several
Foals inside her demanding more food and producing more waste,
and combined with the pressure of a greatly expanding womb, the
mental stress of being effectively immobile for upwards of three
days before the actual pregnancy and the body draining itself to
provide nutrients for the Foals, in several, unforunately widely
publicised , cases the Fluffy Mother-To-Be exploded violently,
leaving behind nothing but a pile of fluff, some cracked bones
and a handful of squirming, slime-covered Foals.
>R&D got the ass-whipping of their lives over the Fluffy Mare
exploding on national TV when the jerk-ass Anchor Host tried to
'scare' her, and instead got himself and the Owner showere d in
fluff and foals.
>Turns out the bones turn brittle and can actually form a
substance with similar properties to flint. Iron from the blood
collects in the bone along channels where calcium was taken to
fuel the growth of the Foals' bones, and when Fluffsplosion
occurs, the bones shatter and fly out.
>A house burnt down, when a heavily pregnant Mare fluffsploded
for an unknown reason, her bones sparking off the steel surfaces
of the kitchen and starting a fire that nearly killed the
owner's family.
>Inside a 'safe room', a Fluffy Pony Mare has been secured from
a Fluffy Pony Orphanage, along with an 'Attendant', hugged and
loved through-out her entirely two-week pregnancy by her
'friend', fed standard fluffy chow and treated nicely and
gently.
>She's unable to move from her 'bed', so bloated by her
pregnancy, she's totally reliant upon her Attendant Fluffy to
play with her and keep her happy, and Humans to clean and feed
her.
>Interestingly, the Attendant managed to move the Fluffy
Mother-to-be around on her own by 'rolling' the Pregnant Mare
around. R&D had a field day with that.
>The Fluffy Mother-to-be has had several monitors attached, and
is asking why is she not able to move, where did her legs go,
when babies come. Her Attendant calms her as best she can, but
the Attendant is also worried, running around in a panic,
waiting at the door where the person who cleans up after the
Fluffy Ponies normally enters and jittering from hoof to hoof.
>"Proceed." You tell a technician tersely, and the room begins
to hum.
>Speakers start to blare loud, angry voice. Both Fluffy Ponies
poop reflexively.
>Another Fault....
>"BAD FLUFFY! BAD FLUFFY! MAKE POOPIES ON FLOOR! BREAK TOYS! BAD
FLUFFY!"
>"HUMANS DON'T WANT YOU! NAUGHTY FLUFFY! NAUGHTY FLUFFY WILL
HAVE BAD BABIES!"
>"Nuuuuu! Nuuuuuu! Guud Fwuffy! Guud Fwuffy, why Woud-Boxes be
mean?" The Mother-To-Be bawls, a veritable waterfall of tears,
shaking and shuddering as she struggles in vain to escape the
noises, but her bloated body prevents her moving.
>The Attendant immediately rushes over and gives the Fluffy
Mother-to-be hugs as best she can, trying to roll the Pregnant
Mare away, but only manages to get the Fluffy Mother-to-be to
lean on her back, against the side of the sleeping nest, legs
flailing , her chest rising and falling rapidly as the Fluffy
Mother-to-be is hugged desperately by her Attendant. Cords
attached to the sensors prevent her from moving much farther
away, and the sensors are secured tightly to the Mare's skin
with a thin layer of polymer bonding agent to prevent them being
pulled off by the over-zealous Attendant.
>"Verbal agitation ... progressing as expected." A Technician
mutters, glaring at the screen before him. "Subject is begining
to hyperventilate, carbon dioxide levels in the bloodstream
decreasing, levels of Sulphuric and Nitric acids in the stomachs
increasing dramatically. Critical pressure between the stomach
and the womb is still below critical."
>"Begin the next phase." You mutter.
>"Next Phase beginning. Sending in the Bears." Another
technician replies, pushing a button, which causes a section of
the wall to open up, and two 'Bears' appear, animatronic models
attached to two hydraulic arms.
>"Raaaaaaaaaaargh, Raaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, eat Fluffy!" The crude
voice-acting bellows out of the mouths of the 'bears' as they
slowly extend towards the Mares, thick, furry, claw-tipped arms
waving with jerking motions.
>"Nuuuu, Fwuffy nu wan! No wike dis nu more! Nuuuu, Nuuuuu!" The
Mother-to-be squeals painfully loud, her voice becoming shriller
and shriller.
>"Nuu, yuu be safe, Fwuffy wuv yuu, Munstas nu get yuu!" The
Attendant shouts, hugging the Mother-to-be and trying to
position herself between the Pregnant Mare and the 'Monsters'.
"Nice Hoomin Wady comin' soon, she save yuu!"
>"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, eat Fluffy! Eat Fluffy!" The
animatronic bears roar.
>"Heeegh! Heeeegh! Fwuffy nuu -heeeeeegh-wike!!!!!" The Fluffy
Mother-to-be whines loudly, swelling noticeably, her eyes
rolling, legs twitching weakly.
>"Acidic levels in the stomach are rising, mixing....." A
technician says as the Bears stop a good three feet from the
Fluffy Ponies but still contine to 'roar' and make threatening
displays. "Carbon Dioxide levels at dangerously low levels,
lungs inflating to maximum capacity .... air leakages detected,
minute openings in the lungs expelling air into the body
cavity.... spasms detected around the primary organs and
increasing in strength. Sir, the spasms appear to be massaging
the stomachs and causing the acids to enter the intestines and
the body cavity."
>"Meaning?" You grunt, watching the display. Damn Mare is
swelling like a balloon...
>"Meaning the acids will combine with the oxygen and the
half-digested food and"
>"Heeeeeeegh! HEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!" The Fluffy Mother-to-be
whines loud enough to be physically painful, swelling up to the
point her neck literally disappears and her attendant can barely
hug her.
>"Nuuuu, Fwuffy Mumma! Nu scawedy-fit! Nu, is okay, Hoomin be
hewe soon, nu...." The Attendant squeals in panic, trying to
squish her friend back down.
>Fooooompf!
>In a blink of an eye, one moment, the rapidly expanding Fluffy
Mother-to-be and her Attendant are sitting there, squealing in
abject terror ..... the next, the Attendant is lying on her back
a half-foot from her original position, rigid with shock, fluff
drifting through the room, shattered fragments of bone bouncing
off the walls, producing sparks when-ever they hit and splinter
against a ferrous surface.
>Three slimy, squirming foals reside where the Fluffy
Mother-to-be was, making tiny "N'aaaaaaaaaaaaw!" sounds and
waving stubby legs.
>"Retracting Phase Two devices." A technician says, as the two
animatronic bears retreat back into their housing.
>"Fwiend ... fwiend ...." The Attendant whimpers, slowly getting
back onto her hooves and shuffling over to the Foals, whimpering
in fear and loss. "Fwiend gone .... Foals haf nu Mumma .... nu
miwk. Nuuuuuuuu! Nuuuuuuuuuuu! Why dis happen? WHY DIS HAPPEN TO
GUUD FWUFFIES?"
>"Alright. Now tell me you bastards got that. If we have to wait
another 2 weeks for results, the Board will have all of our
heads on a platter." You say loudly as the technicians franticly
type at their keyboards.
>"Sending the Data to R&D now sir, but here's the video footage,
slowed to 10% speed." The first Technician replies, pointing
towards a large screen.
>Mare's eyes go wide, pupils shrinking to mere pin-pricks, and
her mouth opens for her final "Heeeeeeegh!" .... and then she
expands dramatically, her skin and fluff expanding to the point
her head and legs disappear ... and then the tearing.
>No blood, or flesh, just a rapid explosion of gasses, fluff and
bones.
>"Okay, where the hell is the blood. That was a good three-kilos
of animal in there, and all that's left if fluff and bones?" You
ask as the video plays again and again.
>"Her acids take care of that. Combined with the nitrogen,
methane and hydrogen gasses in her intestines, and the almost
pure oxygen in her lungs and body cavity ... well." The
Technician pauses for a minute. "There's some products made of
combined Nitric and Sulphuric acids that, when burned, leave
nothing behind but a fine grey powder. We assume that the
chemical reaction that causes the Fluffsplosion phenomina also
consumes the Fluffy Pony's remaining organs tissue to fuel the
actual 'explosion."
>"Never should have let those whack-job freelancers make these
damn things." You groan, rubbing your temples as the Attendant
whimpers and cleans the Foals.
>"Baybehs, nu cwy, Hoomin be hewe soon, gif you miwk. I wuv yuu,
wuv yuu, pwomise."
>"And will somebody please take care of that wretched, defective
pile of shit!" You shout, storming out of the room. Fucking
terrific. Fluffsplosion is real. There goes your dream of a
holiday-home in the Hawaiian Islands!
>Technicians look at each other, play 'rock-paper-scissors'.
>Winner gets up, enters the room and gathers up the Mare and the
three foals.
>"Who yuu? Yuu not Hoomin! Baybehs need miwk!" The frantic,
sobbing Mare whimpers, trying to hold the squirming Foals as
they nuzzle futilely at her teats and simultaneously push the
stranger away from her friend's babies.
>"I'm your new owner, Sweety." The Technician replies softly,
patting the Mare until she calms down enough to stop struggling
in his arms. "We'll get the Foals some milk, but you have to be
quiet, okay?"
>"kay ...." The Mare says softly, tears still rolling down her
cheeks.
>Technician walks down to the coffee room with his new friends,
places them in a covertly placed carry cage, gets the Foals some
Milk-Formula in a needle-less syringe and feeds them.
>Tells the Mare to be good, you have to hide her till it's safe
to take her home, then walk back to the observation room and
stare at the fluff, some of it still drifting in the air.
>"For Science." He whispers, then shuts the door.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 14, 2012, 10:18 am
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First post stories: watch what you call the theme park. The
theme park (generic term) is named Spaghetti Land (specific
term).
Second post story: Brilliant. Sets up fluffy exploding well and
is awesome to boot.
#Post#: 526--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Giant_Neckbeard
Date: June 14, 2012, 10:34 am
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Right, fixed the Land/Park mixup. Sorry, it's a language thing.
In Australia we call them Theme Parks, but I understand
Disneyland and such goes over better than Disneypark. I will
watch that. Also, any advice on the Fuzzy Ponies? Want to make
sure I don't derp it up again.
#Post#: 528--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 14, 2012, 10:38 am
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--- Quote from: Giant_Neckbeard link ---
>
> Okay, so just so I'm 100% accurate with the 'Fuzzy' Ponies.
>
> Silent, except for when a Human asks them something or they
are injured, at which point they suggest the Owner buys a new
Fuzzy Pony.
>
> Bigger and stronger than a Fluffy Pony. So .... a Fluffy Pony
stands at what height, a foot at the shoulder? Fuzzy Ponies
stand a foot and how many inches?
>
> Are they all Unicorns, or are all three 'breeds' represented?
>
> Not able to reproduce.
>
> They speak coherently, and when following Order 105 (or is it
109?) they will attempt to covertly murder any Fluffy Ponies in
sight and either hide the body or blame the death on a random
accident?
>
> Exactly how 'smart' are they?
>
> Are they 'Wi-Fi' connected like it was suggested? I could
fully see them having microchips in their brains that allow the
manufacturors to keep tabs on them and adjust their marketing
programs accordingly .... but what happens when other signals
start interferring? Fuzzy Ponies get the Internet dumped into
their Heads and become Skynet 2.0? A giant quasi-organic
super-computer that adopts an "I, Robot" approach to Humanity?
>
--- End Quote ---
They're silent, yes. If they are part of a group they might
announce things in order to target a Smarty Friend first. If you
want them to (occasionally) say something like "obsowete fwuffy
detected" that's fine.
If the average fluffy is about a foot at the shoulder, then a
fuzzy would be about a foot and four inches. Just big enough to
notice it, but not big enough that it's a gigantic difference.
All breeds are there, though I don't think the pegasi will have
a brittle bone structure. Their wings will be like a fluffy's:
useless.
Their reproductive capacity has been removed. They're created in
vitro in the lab.
They speak like the fluffies do as far as speech patterns and
pronunciations, only they have a better vocabulary. 109 is the
order to kill fluffies when humans aren't around to witness it
and make it look accidental or kill them in a way that can't be
traced to the fuzzy.
I would say treat them as if they're as smart as the fluffy
alicorns in your story.
The chips in their brains aren't WiFi enabled. They're not big
enough for that. Instead, if you want your fuzzy updated or
whatever, you would take it to the store and they'd use a short
range broadcaster to transmit the information. I would say the
broadcaster's effective range is 15 feet.
I wouldn't get too deep into the whole "I, Fuzzy" deal. I don't
think any fuzzies will survive this.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 18, 2012, 11:34 pm
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Someone asked for a story involving the fluffy adoption center:
>You are a fluffy pony. A ginger colored earth fluffy with a
pretty brown mane and big green eyes.
>Your name is Tulip.
>You were looking for Spaghetti land, but like everything else
in your life, it was a lie.
>Special hugs weren’t special, they just gave you babies that
didn’t make it. Good nummies made fluffies have bad sleepies,
and new friends gave big ouchies to fluffies.
>A few dark times ago, you were just another member of your big
herd, wandering the edge of the big lake water when you were
scooped up by humans.
>The humans looked over all your friends, and asked you hard
questions like “What’s one plus one?”, “What color is this?” and
“who are you always supposed to listen to?”
>You friends didn’t answer the questions right, and they took
big naps after they got big ouchies.
>But you got them all right because you paid attention and gave
the answers the humans wanted.
>Now after a few days of losing your fluff, having your no-nos
hurt, then being cooped up in a cage with new friends, you’re
here in a big pen.
>All around you are boy and girl fluffies playing with balls, or
stacking blocks. The boys aren’t talking about special hugs
anymore, and they don’t remember you.
>The humans here are all nice to you. They don’t hit you, and
they give you crunchy food that fills your belly.
>They also gave you a pretty green collar and put a bow in your
hair. All the boys say you look “weal pwetty”
>This is the life.
>You are playing with a block when you hear the bell on the door
ring.
>You turn around to see two humans who are yelling at each other
coming in through the door. With them is a pretty blue fluffy
pony.
>”It was your fault!” says the human man. “You told her that
“Evacuate” meant going down the slide!”
>”How else was I supposed to get her to leave the house in a
fire?” demands the lady.
>”Problem, miss?” asks the nice human who takes care of you.
>”Yeah,” says the man. “Our fluffy pony drowned by jumping into
one of your evacuations bucket.”
>”Terribly sorry,” says the Nice Human. “Did you want us to
retrieve him? They automatically flush into waste disposal
system every twenty minutes.”
>”What good is a dead fluffy covered in shit?” asks the man.
>”We did try to choose the best euphemism” says Nice Man, “but
with fluffies you can’t predict everything.”
>”She was stupid anyway,” mutters the man. “So we’re in need of
a fluffy pony for Carol.”
>”I Cawol!” says the blue fluffy pony.
>Her fluff is soft and silky, and she smiles so big, like
nothing bad has ever happened to her.
>She’s probably never had a hard day in her fluffy life. Never
had to scrounge for food in trash cans, or walk a jillion miles
to find foodies.
>You can’t quite place it, but something makes you mad at her,
like you want to give her big ouchies even though she hasn’t
done anything to you!
>The Nice man, the blue fluffy, and the lady all walk over to
the fence and look down at you and your fluffy friends.
>All the fluffies run up to the fence, bouncing up and down to
get their attention.
>”Hi!” “Pway?” “Nummies?” “Pwetty!” “Pway wif fwuffy!” “Wuf new
mummie!”
>You continue playing with your block. What more could you
really ask for?
>It’s then that the lady puts the blue fluffy unicorn in the pen
with all your friends. The lady is still talking to Nice Man.
>”All our fluffies are sterilized and tested for intelligence,”
says nice man. “We love the little rascals, but we don’t need
more and we only sell the best.”
>While all your friends are giving huggies and playing with the
blue fluffy, the other man comes up to you.
>”What’s your name, fuzzball?” he asks.
>”I Tuwip!” you tell him.
>”What do you have there?” he asks.
>”It a bwock!” you tell him, and try to pass it off to him. “Wan
pway bwocks?”
>He takes it from your stubby hooves, and puts it on top of your
other block. This stacking blows your mind as you watch in utter
amazement.
>”Hey, Carol, come over here,” says the human. The blue fluffy
waddles over and plops down on her rump.
>Now that she’s closer, she seems kind of fat. Not fat with
babies, just… fat.
>But her fluff! Her fluff is so soft, you just want to touch it.
>”You weal pwetty!” says Carol. “Dis new fweind? Cawol haf new
fwiend?”
>”New fwiend?” you ask Carol. “Cawol wan be fwiends wif Tuwip?”
>You give each other huggies and start to play blocks with each
other while other man goes to talk to Nice Man.
>”We’ll take that Tulip,” says other man.
>”Good choice,” says Nice Man. “She’s quiet, and thoughtful, for
a fluffy. That’ll be twenty five dollars, and that comes with
free sp… dinner coupon for her.”
>New man nods, and suddenly the lady picks you and Carol up!
>”Weh we go?” you ask. “Pwease put fwuffy down! Dun wan go
nowheh! Wike it heh!”
>”You’re coming home with us, silly,” says the nice lady. “I’m
your new mommy! Tell her I’m her new mommy, Carol.”
>”Dis mommie!” says Carol. “Dat daddeh. You new fwiend come wif
me! Go Sketti Wand!”
>As the lady clips a string to you, you’re more confused than
ever. Spaghetti Land is just a myth! Why would they take you
away from your friends?
>As the door opens and they lead you away, you can’t help but
panic. Don’t they know it’s dangerous out there? You have to
warn them!
>”Pwease dun go out deh!” you say. “Scawy out deh! Munsters
and…”
>The bright light hurts your eyes for a moment until you see it.
>A mountain of spaghetti rising a jillion feet into the air.
More spaghetti than you could eat in a dozen fluffy lifetimes.
>What’s more is there are fluffies everywhere, giving hugs, or
playing with balls. Fluffies are out here laughing and smiling
as they go on spinny things and flying things!
>”Wha dis pwace?” you ask, stepping back. “It… so pwetty.”
>”This is Spaghetti Land,” says new Daddy. “You didn’t know you
were here the whole time?”
> You just stand there with your mouth hanging open, too stunned
to say anything at all.
>Spagehtti Land… is real? And you’re here? New Mommy and Daddy
and Carol brought you to Spaghetti Land?
>”Come awn!” says Carol, tugging at your fluff. “Sketti Wand out
dere for us to pway in!”
>Mommy and daddy nod and smile, motioning for you to follow her.
>Maybe this isn’t a lie after all. Mercury was telling the
truth.
>You follow Carol as she gallops toward the Spaghetti Mountain.
>”Wai up, Cawol!” you yell as you waddle after her with the
biggest smile on your face.
>You’ve got a new mommy and daddy, new friends, and best of all,
Spaghetti Land is real.
>How could life get any better than this?
Actually, that'd be a great picture. A fluffy standing there
agape at the wondrous sight of the Spaghetti mountain. Gotta
find my drawing pad.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 19, 2012, 12:26 am
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--- Quote from: fluff_n_stuff link ---
>
> Someone asked for a story involving the fluffy adoption
center:
>
> Actually, that'd be a great picture. A fluffy standing there
agape at the wondrous sight of the Spaghetti mountain. Gotta
find my drawing pad.
>
--- End Quote ---
I did, and this was excellent, starts out tragic and ends on a
happy note, of course there's a good chance Carol and Tulip
won't make it out of the park alive, but it's all good
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 19, 2012, 12:28 am
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A wonderful story, Vanner. Someone does need to draw that.
Perfect hugbox scene of a fluffy gazing in awe at the wonders of
Spaghetti Land.
One minor nitpick, the price for the fluffy should be higher,
especially if it comes with a voucher for a free meal. Make it
50 or so. They're selling them as high intelligence and good
breeding, so they would ask for a lot.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 19, 2012, 7:09 am
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I cried. Really, I shed manly tears. And I knew what the
stinger would be at the end, but it was so beautiful.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Marcusmaximus
Date: June 20, 2012, 4:45 am
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Art guy briefly intruding on the storytelling with a couple of
story fragments.
I don't think I'll make a habit of this ... greentext-style
writing is hard. o.O
But I hope you geniuses might be able to take the coal dust of
my ideas and produce diamonds.
Here goes...
>Be a stuffed toy.
>Your name was briefly Mewody, when you were owned by a nice
fluffy pony and family.
>Sadly, they dropped you during the panic to try and evacuate
the park.
>Your fluffy owner was devastated.
>Not as devastated as she was by what happened to her
afterwards, but that's another story.
>You are a stuffed replica of a fluffy unicorn.
>Your appearance was carefully designed with input from dozens
of fluffy pony focus groups.
>You are scented with a combination of fragrances that make
fluffy ponies happy and reassured.
>Spaghetti, mother fluffy, a little human deodorant and soap.
>You are a little more than half the size of a real fluffy pony.
>Fluffy abusers like to claim that fluffy ponies are not
animals, but merely toys with no souls.
>In your case, this is actually true.
>You are totally non-sentient. You cannot think or move.
>But you ARE capable of speech, thanks to a cheap voice chip
placed inside you.
>When given even the slightest hug or push, you randomly say one
of six phrases.
>Your voice was also designed and tested to sound appealing to
fluffy ears.
>It was provided by a British Columbian voice actress, the
biggest expense put into making you.
>The chip has a hair trigger and goes off with even the smallest
touch.
>You were designed to be hugged by Fluffy Ponies, who are not
very strong.
>Be a big tough earth pony.
>Your herd has reached the fabled spaghetti land! There should
be toys and nummies for all of you!
>But instead, there are all these meanie fluffies everywhere!
>Trying to take your toys! Trying to take your nummies!
>Spaghetti Land was where YOU were trying to go! It's YOUR
place!
>These dummy bad fluffies should all go away!
>Right now there is a whole other herd of meanie fluffies
standing between you and the spaghetti tower.
>This will not stand!
>"Dis our pwace, dummy fwuffies! You go 'way now!"
>"Nuuu! Dis OUR pwace! Skettie land fo' good fwuffies! You bad
fwuffies go' way or gif big ouchies!"
>Stupid bad fluffy is calling you a bad fluffy!
>HE's the bad fluffy!
>Angry, you charge at him and knock him down.
>You'll give him big ouchies!
>Your two herds collide and begin fighting ferociously!
>Well, not REALLY as you're all fluffy ponies, but you don't
know that.
>Suddenly, in the middle of the pitched battle, a voice rings
out clearly above all the fighting:
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>Whaa? Who said that? Who would say that, in the middle of a
battle?
>You and the bad fluffy look behind you.
>You see a little fluffy on the ground. Is it a baby? No, it's
shaped like a grown-up fluffy.
>Must just be short.
>She is also the prettiest fluffy you have ever seen.
>Even after being stepped on by you and the bad fluffy, her
beauty is breathtaking.
>She smells nice, too. She smells friendly and happy.
>Was it her who said you were a good fluffy?
>The bad fluffy you were fighting picks the beautiful fluffy up
from the ground.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>You are shocked. She said HE was a good fluffy? But he's a bad
fluffy!
>"Nuuu! He bad fwuffy!" you cry, grabbing the beautiful fluffy
away from the meanie.
>"Fwuffy fwend!" the beautiful fluffy responds.
>"Fwuffy... fwend?" you say, astonished.
>"Yay! Pwetty fwuffy MY fwend! You wet her go! You bad fwuffy!"
>"Nuuuu! No' bad fwuffy! Fwuffy no' bad fwuffy!" you cry. How
can the beautiful fluffy forsake you?
>You hug the beautiful fluffy tightly.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>There is an awkward pause.
>"Dat good fwuffy?" asks your enemy, pointing at you.
>"Him not bad fwuffy?" you ask, pointing at your hated foe.
>The lovely fluffy doesn't say anything.
>After the briefest pause, both of you start pulling, trying to
get her away from the other.
>"Fwuffy fwend!" she declares firmly.
>The battle around you has died down.
>The other fluffies, searching for the source of the beautiful
voice, have gathered around
>all of them staring in awe at this lovely fluffy.
>"Dese ... no bad fwuffies? Fwuffies fwends?" you ask at last,
breaking the silence.
>"Dat right!" the gorgeous creature responds as you tug at her.
"Smawty fwuffy!"
>The reaction around you is instantaneous, as all the former
enemies start hugging one another.
>"You good fwuffy!" "Fwuffy fwend!" "Fwuffy wuv new fwend!"
>"Pway?" suggests the beautiful fluffy, and all the good
fluffies around you agree.
>You hug and play games and laugh and are happy. These fluffies
are nice after all!
>And it's all because of the pretty little fluffy.
>You'd thought these other fluffies were bad fluffies, but they
were good fluffies all along!
>You are all friends now, and can live in Spaghetti Land
together!
>It's all one big happy fluffy pony herd now!
>And you know exactly who should lead it.
>"Wittle fwuffy teach us other fwuffies fwends!" you declare,
holding up the beautiful fluffy.
>"Wittle fwuffy smawty fwend!"
>As you hold her aloft, the perfect fluffy speaks once more.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!"
>Hooray! She has accepted!
>All the fluffy ponies cheer.
>Be a stuffed toy.
>Your name was briefly Mewody, but now, apparently, you are
"Little Smarty".
>You can't actually move on your own, nor do you speak unless
hugged or shaken, but nobody seems to mind.
>The other fluffies take turns having your ride on their backs.
>You don't say much besides "pway", "huggies", "fwend" and "dat
right", but the fluffies don't mind.
>The girl fluffies all think you're beautiful and want to be
like you.
>The boy fluffies all respect you.
>They don't try to give you special huggies because you don't
have that kind of smell.
>You smell comforting. You smell like a mummy or daddy.
>You are their new queen.
>If you were actually able to think, you'd be very happy.
And, later on, while other herds are getting murdered en masse
by fuzzy ponies:
>Be a big tough earth fluffy.
>Or, well, you THOUGHT you were tough.
>You're beginning to realize otherwise as the Big Munsta
Fwuffies have begun decimating your herd.
>They're so big and strong and scary!
>Nothing can stop them!
>As you are running from them, you feel lighter.
>No! Little Smarty has jumped off your back!
>She is sitting on the ground, facing the army of Monster
Fluffies!
>"Nuuu! Wun away, wittle Smawty! Dese munstas no fwends! Dey gif
big ouchies!"
>But Little Smarty does not heed your warning. She just sits
there, staring at the approaching horde.
>You suddenly realize what she's doing.
>"Wittle smawty ... fite munstas? Wet hewd get away?" you ask,
tugging at her.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!"
>You hug her tightly. She is the bravest, most beautiful fluffy
ever.
>"You best fwuffy!" you cry.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!" she responds.
>You try run away, but you can't ... you can't just let her ...
>You turn around and watch in horror as the white monsters have
reached her.
>Without a word, the one in the lead pushes Little Smarty over
and steps on her throat.
>Be Fuzzy Pony #1871.
>After recieving the secret order, and having no humans in
sight, you began terminating the older models.
>You are in the middle of doing so now.
>But something is wrong.
>This creature does not smell right.
>It does not breathe.
>You are crushing its windpipe, but it is not dying.
>It is more sturdily built than any fluffy pony.
>Also, even though you should have cut off its air, it speaks
clearly:
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>Fuzzy ponies are smarter than fluffy ponies.
>That's not hard.
>They are also programmed with any number of safety measures.
>They are absolutely, 100%, unable to harm humans, and
unconditionally compelled to obey their orders.
>They are also programmed to recognize when a human is speaking
to them.
>The fluffy toy's voice box is a pretty good impression of a
fluffy pony.
>Good enough to fool a fluffy.
>But a fuzzy pony can spot the little mistakes. The
pronounciation is a little too clear.
>"O-owner?" the lead fuzzy pony stammers, shocked.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" the voice exclaims.
>It pronounced the letter R.
>That clinches it. This creature APPEARS to be a fluffy pony,
but is clearly human.
>Customer safety is paramount. Creators didn't want any
lawsuits.
>If there is any doubt in a fuzzy pony's mind, it assumes human.
>Order 109 cannot be executed if there are human observers.
>All fuzzy ponies cease their attack immediately.
>Be big strong earth fluffy.
>You cannot believe what you have seen!
>Little smarty got stepped on by the meanie fluffy monster...
>But she was okay! There was no boo-boo juice!
>And then she spoke, and ... the big fluffy monster stopped
attacking!
>Now all the monster fluffies are just standing there!
>You run up to Little Smarty's side and puff up your cheeks,
looking big.
>"You weave now, bad munstas! Go 'way and no huwt fwuffies!"
>The monster looks at you impassively, then looks over to Little
Smarty.
>Apparently he's waiting for her orders. Well, that's
understandable.
>She IS the smarty friend.
>"Go 'way and no huwt fwuffies?" it repeats.
>Its voice is scary. It sounds like a fluffy, but is somehow...
wrong.
>You hold on to Little Smarty for comfort.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" she says, firmly.
>"Acknowledged." say all the monsters at once.
>Then they turn around and walk off in the other direction.
>You were so scared you think you made bad poopies.
>The rest of your herd is peeping out from their hiding places
behind their hoofsies.
>Seeing that the monsters are leaving, they run up in amazement.
>Little Smarty single-handedly defeated a horde of big monster
fluffies.
>Little Smarty is BADASS.
So, yeah. Doesn't really fit into anything, but hopefully the
idea's solid enough that a more skilled greentexter could make
something worthy out of it. Or not, it's all good. :)
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 20, 2012, 6:22 am
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Yeah, that's pretty much good to go as is, Marcus. That's a
really clever idea and well executed.
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