Fluffies for Adoption (By DarkMatter)

[DarkMatter]

Hello, Community

While I think about the next part of Palmtree’s story, I thought about giving the good old “fluffies for adoption at the shelter” a go. I’ve seen some of these here, and a few back in the Booru 3 thousand years ago, so why not? Here are 16 fluffies for you.
This is not for commissions, I just feel like drawing, so to decide who gets them we’ll go by number of likes in each comment instead.

Now, here are the rules!

• Pick a cage. If by the deadline your comment is the most liked about that one cage, the fluffies in it are yours and what you said in your comment goes, so be creative about the fate of your potential new fluffies! I’ll try my best to draw a panel of it… someday. Hopefully soon? Hey, it’s for free and there are 16 of them! Cut me some slack!

• One cage per community member, so choose well!

• If the cage you picked has multiple fluffies, you can choose whether you’re taking them all or just some of them;

• If the most liked comment about a cage left some fluffy behind in it, the second most liked comment about it can take the remaining ones, and so on and so forth. I’ll try to accommodate as long as the comments don’t contradict each other.

• If any fluffy isn’t picked by anyone, or if the most liked comment about it says it was left in the shelter, it will be put down at the end of the month. This shelter cannot afford painless euthanasia, by the way.

• I have no idea how many comments and likes this will have, I hope it gets some, but let’s give it some time. You have until January 31. In that day, we’ll check the comments with the most likes and the fluffies’ fates will be sealed.

• No weirdbox (magic, mechas, eldritch abominations? Nah, keep that away) and no breaking the site rules, obviously. I think anything else is okay. Hugbox, Abuse, controversial stuff, whatever.

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Now, imagine you’re visiting a shelter and a caretaker takes you to these cages. The caretaker gives you this info about each fluffy:

1 - Caesar (male, unicorn)
Caesar is around 8 years old. His previous owner told us Caesar was diagnosed with Leukemia, but he didn’t have the courage to put him down at the vet. Apparently he didn’t have the courage to keep the little guy comfortable at home for the remainder of his life either. He has maybe 5 months left to live. He also has osteoporosis, so after breaking a couple bones he now avoids physical activities for fear of it happening again. Due to his recent illness he’s in pain all the time now, so we’ve been giving him Tylenol (in small quantities so his liver isn’t damaged), but it doesn’t help much for his pain, and we can’t afford specialized painkillers. We’re keeping him here in case someone wants to take him home and make his last few months more comfortable.

2 - Carton (male, earth)
This little guy was taken here after becoming blind of one eye due to bullying by other fluffies in his old house. The owner has a lot of fluffies, and said he didn’t have time and resources to keep him safe from the others all the time. He’s well spirited, anyway, and is one of the most energetic fluffies I’ve ever seen. He’s friendly to everyone and is always running around with his ball.

3 - Unnamed (both female, both earth)
A passerby found those two and three other siblings in a bag left on a train track. They were starved, and the other three didn’t survive. Fortunately they were chirpies at the time, so they don’t remember much of having other siblings, but they get anxious if separated from each other and become a little overwhelmed in larger groups of fluffies, that’s why we didn’t put them together with the foals at #7. They never had a mother, and being understaffed we couldn’t train them on how to use the litter box or anything, so if you’re considering adopting them, remember you’ll have to teach them everything.

4 - Hag (female, earth)
This filly’s owner left her here saying he cut off her legs and doesn’t care what happens to her now because “the bitch disobeyed me and had babies”. We think she had another name before “Hag”, but since fluffies aren’t very smart (to say the least), once she imprinted the new name her owner give her, she forgot what she was called before. We don’t wanna confuse her too much by giving her another name and then having her potential new owner change it again, but please, if you adopt her, consider changing her name.

5 - Unnamed (male, pegasus)
This little colt was found alone in the nearby woods, starved and covered in feces. We think he was an enfie for a feral herd but was abandoned by them for some reason. He’s very afraid of some of the larger stallions in the shelter and keeps waking up crying from nightmares at night. Also, we have to keep him in diapers because his sphincter is damaged, and he can’t control it. There is surgery to repair that, but the shelter really can’t afford it. So we recommend adopting him only if you’re okay with paying for his surgery or changing his diapers constantly.

6 - Lilly (female, earth)
Lilly is a plain average fluffy. Her previous owner was a young lady who had to drop her here due to an invitation to work abroad (too much paperwork to export a fluffy). She’s neutered and well-behaved, but she frequently asks our caretakers about her owner, and screams and cries for mommy when they try to explain that she won’t come back. If you adopt her, it may take some time for her to recognize you as her new mommy/daddy, but other than that she probably won’t give you much trouble.

7 - Unnamed (2 males and 2 females, all earth)
Each of those foals comes from a different litter, but we grouped them together here after every other fluffy in each of their litters was adopted, even the mares. They got very attached to one another but aren’t from the same “family”, so don’t feel forced to adopt all of them. But know that they’ve been saying they’re a herd while playing, so I think they’d be very happy if they stayed together. They weren’t adopted due to all being “bad colors” and having no special features like wings or horns, that’s kinda common, we’ve always had to put down a lot of unwanted-color fluffies, but these are healthy foals, so maybe they still have a chance.

8 - ??? (male, alicorn)
We don’t know anything about this fluffy other than the fact that he used to be an alicorn and that he clearly suffered a lot of abuse. He was thrown out of the window of a clearly expensive car at our doorstep last monday. He’s blind, deaf and mute, and his horn and wings were removed. Our vet said it was all clearly done surgically. Being lost and impossible to communicate with, he bumps into walls all the time and can’t find the litter box, so we put him in diapers for now. He can smell and find his food if you put it very close to him, but we have to feed him kibble with fluffy mare milk, so he doesn’t hurt his gums. Yeah, all his teeth were removed too. Oh, one last thing, he flinches in fear whenever someone tries to touch him, and it may take a while for him to trust anyone’s touch. Honestly, I don’t know how anyone will manage to take care of this little guy, or even communicate with him at all.

9 - Fiona (female, earth) + 3 unnamed foals (2 males, pegasus and unicorn, 1 female, earth)
One of our caretakers found this family inside a cardboard box in an alley. Classic. Fiona was likely abandoned by a human owner, but doesn’t seem to miss them very much. From what we could gather from her, they were either abusive or negligent. Her babies are healthy, but they’re chirpies, too young to be separated from her. If foals have mothers, we only recommend separating them when they can eat kibble and have learned how to use the litter box. The deadline for euthanasia will come before that, though, so if you liked them we recommend you take them all. Oh, by the way, the male pegasus foal was born without his hind legs, so he will need special care.

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Looking forward to see what fate you give to these unfortunate fluffies. Knowing the community, I say good luck to them, lol.

[WHACKADOO1997]

This sounds fun, so I’ll give it a try!!

3: the two little fluffy sisters.

They were adopted by a middle-aged black man who came in wearing thick black sunglasses and a fedora hat. He signed all of the necessary paperwork, and named them right then and there: “bille” and “Ella” they were vaccinated and inoculated at the nearby veterinary clinic, and then groomed immaculately.

The pair were taken home and presented as a gift to his wife, who loved them at first sight. After a few weeks of care and weaning, the two would eventually come out of their shells and become quite docile and gentle little fillies. Their owners are retired, but their new daddeh is a blues musician, going out of his way to play music for the fluffies to cheer them up, though his repertoires usually of the more soulful, he knew how to get them on their little hooves and dance, and by God how they danced. Occasionally he’d take them to the lounge where his band plays, and the two have a special seat at his wife’s table. It’s a shoebox with a pillow in it.

The two fluffies would go on to live a storied life, seeing all kinds of concert venues. Going to new Orleans, and watching countless sunsets on the big river. Eventually the two of them passed in their sleep, on a cool summer evening. As the old grey mares sat down and listened to the dulcet tones of a muted trombone waft through their home they breathed their last. And lovingly passed onto the next life. They were cremated and subsequently scattered on the banks of the old Mississippi river. Their Owners would never forget them. A picture of the mares hangs in the hallway beside their wedding photo.

[Pinkyfluffy]

I’m not good at stories.
However, I would like to take Fiona (for possible drawing) and all her puppies.
Is it possible?

Thank you😁

[ezpete]

7, 4 ugly foals insisting they are a herd would be fun to manipulate. I would probably insist they are all siblings and punish them for trying to make special hugs.

[DrVegafluff]

I love these! Glad I got here early enough that there isn’t much competition, I find it interesting how despite everything else inflicted to him, you didn’t mention anything about Number 8 being castrated or incapable of breeding. So I’ll take him, the alicorn!

Number Eight was brought home, no doubt horrified already by the unusual amount of movement and jostling from being carried around for the day, and brought into an (unbeknownst to the blind mute deaf fluffy) incredibly small safe room. The first few weeks were standard, the closest thing to “lovebombing” you could do to a fluffy with such limited capabilities of stimuli, he was given a ridiculous amount of scratches and belly rubs (albeit it took several days to get him to stop shaking and squirming when he was held), skettis upon skettis (without meatballs on account of his lacking of teeth), anything a crippled fluffy could want, even a special friend.

Yes, Number Eight was allowed, after a thorough screening of applicants (and a steady helping of various supplements mixed into Number 8’s skettis), to breed. And that was life for Eight for just over a month (forever to a fluffy), however, slowly Number Eight began to notice something. The gaps between his visits with his special friend were widening, as were the gaps of time between his daddy visiting him in his saferoom. These thoughts were entirely dismissed by the arrival of Eight’s babies. He, of course, was entirely unaware of this fact until he could literally smell it, an unpleasant and yucky smell that, for some reason, smelled a bit like him? And then another, and another, and another. Then his fluffy brain came to the only conclusion that it could possibly come to; babies, his babies. It was the happiest he’d ever been, a feeling he couldn’t describe. After the tumultuous lows that his life had been, he never thought he could reach a height like this again. For the briefest of moments, within this stupid shitrat’s barely functioning brain, he forgot all about it. His blindness, his deafness, his inability to speak. All of it. He was just happy.

And then he felt himself being lifted up. Lifted high, high off the ground and away from the smell of his offspring, away from the proof that they exist. He couldn’t take this. He thrashed with all he could, thrashed and shook from his owner’s arms in a desperate attempt to make it back to his new family. And to his credit; it worked. Briefly. He escaped his owner’s grasp and plummeted towards the ground, entirely unaware that, even a fluffy with their full range of sensory capabilities wouldn’t fare too well at a fall from that height.
A crunch. A wet sensation. And a scream unlike any sound he’s made since he had his talkie parts taken by his last owner. And then it all faded away.

Eight wasn’t allowed near his foals after that, or his former “special friend”. Unceremoniously tucked away in a closet, only being checked on once a day, more as a chore than a pet, or even a toy. After that fall Eight suffered tremendous damage to his front right leg and left back leg, requiring immediate amputation at the shoulder. His other two legs were also critically injured, but did not require amputation. However, they can no longer support his weight when he stands, so he is rendered immobile.

Eight’s owner took this opportunity to have him attached to a colostomy and catheter machine, as well as having a vitamin drip given, requiring minimal feeding (once a week). It was expensive sure, but if you had seen the quality of the foals he produced, you would’ve done the same.

If the colts Eight produced from his first litter have the same breeding luck as him, he won’t need to be kept around for much longer. But until they reach maturity and we can be sure, there’s no harm in keeping him hanging on in that closet, just in case we need to milk a few more batches out of him for some quick cash, or give the other stallions something to alleviate stress!

[Ric]

I will like to adopt number 7, all of them!

They get adopted and treated as a herd, but not enforcing the whole “sibling” thing. After they become fully grown, they will be used for breeding and trained as emotional support fluffies for other normal fluffies who were abandoned or used to help people who needs a service animal.

[Maple]

I’d like the sister’s, #3. This is a summary, I may write something more comprehensive if I win them.

That teal and green filly is perfect for fluff styling competitions, but the clashing colors of her “sister” aren’t going to work. That doesnt mean she’ll go to waste, however.

Teaching fluffies is hard, especially when you need them to be looking their best. Cant risk leaving scars on a show fluffy! So anytime the teal one steps even a hair out of line, her sister is brutally punished.

Didn’t shit in the litterbox? That’ll be a heavy beating for little red. And none of that “sorry stick junior” crap, no, repeated slaps with a firm metal ruler.

Refused to hold still for a bath? That means red is going to be dunked into near boiling water until she’ll hold fucking still.

And if she dares to act out of turn when on stage? Her sister loses something. Maybe an ear or her tail for minor offences, but for crying in front of the judges her owner will take an eye. Trying to play with other show fluffies? That lost her sister her front limbs.

Begging for foals? One long night of watching her sister be brutalized by the nastiest stallions money could buy. Of course the foals were aborted before anyone could get too attached, foals are for pretty fluffies.

The teal filly loves her “sister” and tries her best to follow her owners commands. Her unnamed, mutilated companion resents her, causing even more suffering. If she really loved her, why would she make their owner cause her such pain?

[Oragami]

I’d like to adopt the fluffies in the #3 kennel

And id like both of them, because I imagine they’re friends/family? Im mostly a hugboxer, and if Im out of the house they’d need a friend to play with

Maybe id see if I could train them to eat sketti where the noodles are made of veggies (based off a NekuChan comic), but Im not sure how well that would work.

[Heisenpossum]

The Snfc (special needs fluffy center) like most shelters or long term care facilities, hatches a meeting with the staff of the shelter to take in the unnamed Alicorn and Fiona off their hands as well as Hag

The unnamed Alicorn has been given the name Sparkler, and will be housed within the center for long term care. He has been neutered and been given a buddy, a flufflo named boulder whom is abled body. He is one of the few fluffy subspecies that live within the facility that has been trained on helping other fluffies and giving them companionship

Fiona will be able to keep her foals till they can be fully weaned, her able body foals will be placed up for adoption amongst the volunteer staff while her handicapped colt will be a long term resident. Named Finn, whom will be able live out his life beside his mother once neutered. Fiona will be a companion for her son and a wet nurse for foals that come to the center, since she has experience with dealing with crippled foals. Those will be her main target group

Hag will be fitted front prosthetics and been given a hand crafted wheelchair that was made by one of the volunteers, given her mental state and being a pillow fluff. Hag will be put on safety watch at the beginning of her long term stay at the center, given how pillow fluffies that are made inside of born handicapped are more prone to depression and suicidal tendencies. The center has a treatment program for made pillow fluffies, it’s long and tedious but has made effective progress in some cases. Hag’s first treatment course will be her getting use to her new name, Lilly Pad

[DarkMatter]

@Pinkyfluffy sure, it’s not like I own trademarked rights for these, I won’t sue you lol.
You can simply have an alternate version of them in your own headcanon/universe, unrelated to whatever happens to my version of them in the panel I make later. So, no need to make a claim, go ahead and draw whatever you want with them, and I’ll draw from someone else’s comment

@Heisenpossum that’s cool and all, but one cage per person, please!

[Auggles]

I will adopt Carton if that’s alright. he seems really cool and i like his black and red colors. I’d make him a cool eye-patch to wear over his bad eye and play ball with him daily. I’m honestly surprised nobody commented about adopting him yet. he looks like he would be a great little companion for me. we would do everything together and i would make sure he had a long happy life.

[toofymunstah]

I’d like to adopt Ceaser, in Kennel 1. I can’t afford painkillers either, but that’s okay- I’ll put him on a nice homeopathic treatment. I’m certain that making him drink yucky herbal teas, as well as rubbing his frail body with hard, pointy crystals and forcing him to exercise, will make him feel soo much better

[Heisenpossum]

Ah! Sorry about that, then I would go with Hag then since no one of the other commenters have spoken of her yet

[SqueakyFriend]

Lilly (box 6) can get a hugbox ending, but a gaslit one. Her new owner, to stop the whining, just says she is the old owner and that she got a makeover. And also she moved to a new house so that’s why it’s not the old one anymore. And uh also Lilly’s stuff got lost in transit so she had to buy new stuff.

What follows is this lady having to adjust her act and make up excuses for every random thing Lilly brings up as a character trait of her old mom’s.
“Mummah haf peenut awwegy! Nu eat dat!!” “Oh, no, I grew out of it.”
“But mummah wuvs dat show!” “Ugh, no, well I used to but then Kyle was in that big fight and - my interest just died.”
“Mummah? Am dat coffee?” “Don’t tell me I disliked coffee.” “Nu but … can Wiwwy haf?” “… Yeah sure.”

[Auggles]

that’s honestly a really sweet idea. i love the concept of fluffies as service animals

[Ric]

For halloween you could make him a pirate outfit and a little treasure chest too!

[common_miracle]

Number 4 - Hag requires a proper extension of trauma and could easily be manipulated, so:

If I were to adopt her I would give her minimal care and sustain her hopes with the promise that I love fluffy foals and will buy a couple of babbeh’s for her to care for. I would not change her name or really adress her in any way implying that she has a name.

She would be left inside an old cardboard box with some sand as a bedding/toilet taken from a local playground. Occasionally she would receive fluffy kibble or leftovers that I would just throw into the box without care. The holding space for her would be the cellar with a desk lamp plugged in somewhere close to allow for constant light.

After acquiring three to four chirpies of ugliest colors I could find I would toss them in also. Camera would be set up, streaming 24/7 to a fluffy-abuser website with a title “Shit Family”.

I would never clean the box. This would go on until one of the babbeh’s dies (probably from the horrid holding conditions). After that the stream would be ended. Hag would have to watch as i plump the remaining foals into the toilet ::

“chirp!” “splash”… “chirp! chirp! chirp!” “splash”… “Nuu! wuv babbehs! huuhuhuu”.

In the end she would be put back into the filthy box, wrapped into a garbage bag and thrown out into the nearest trashbin.

That’s how I see a use for the this toy anyway.

[Auggles]

that’s so cute! he would make a great lil pirate or a ninja

[NeroVance]

I’d go for #5, and what if he was brought to some place to make him into a forever foal? Maybe have him be named Tommy. Just need to have someone bleach it’s fluff white first.

[Blork]

I want cage #7. Take 'em to the family home in semirural Alaska and raise them like dogs, probably alongside dogs. Four li’l ride-or-die barky friends and their barky munstah homies, running through the woods in cute little sweaters, the challenges of the landscape making them smarter and stronger. But still fucking dumb, of course.