Fluffy Breeder CYOA [4] (Britfluff)

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Option 3 wins.

After careful consideration, You decided that you should go with your $20 plan. They might be a little sad, but it beats being a feral you’re sure they won’t throw a hissy fit. Plus, you could tell them that you’ll get better stuff as a reward for good behaviour. Regardless, you have your budget so you don’t have to worry as much about getting cheated by staff if you ask for help. In fact, you think you see a staff member currently finishing up restocking the bags of kibble.

She has chocolate brown hair, a few piercings on her ears and olive skin which complemented her green eyes. She’s a bit short and a little chubby with round features, along with the droopy eyes one sees in a stoner, coupled with the same relaxed smile. Despite that, however, you can tell she’s not high on the job; her eyes are too clear for that. She’s also kind of cute.

You approach her, money in hand and wallet in your pocket, as you give her a short wave.

“Hey, do you mind helping me out?”

"Sure, Miss…?

“Miss Rose.”

“Sure, dude. What do you need?”

Not exactly as professional as they’d have employees be, but she seems nice enough. Her voice is rather slow and calm, being perfectly smooth with an average pitch.

“I’ve recently started breeding fluffies, and I want to get some shit for them with a budged of $20.”

Her eyes squint a bit.

“Y’know, that’s barely enough for getting them a decent quality of life. Y’sure you’re able to house…”

“Four.”

“Four fluffies n’ their foals?”

“Yeah. I’m just a little short of cash as of now. I plan to get them better stuff.”

“Aight, your funeral. Now, follow me.”

“Lead the way.”

Following Paige, which her nametag claims she’s called, she leads you over to the different aisles, starting off with the feeding one that you’re currently in. You pick up a bag of cheap kibble, which is fairly good with toughness or nutrition but lacking in taste, along with a small food trough. You also grab a fluffy-safe water bottle, akin to a hamster’s, as per Paige’s advice before advancing to the toy aisle, picking up a light, inflatable ball the size of an orange and 3 wooden blocks, assured that they’re splinter-proof by Paige. Moving on, you grab a litterbox with some shredded-paper litter, and a sorry stick. With the remaining $6, you purchase a cheap fluffy bed you can put some of your spare blankets into and a little divider, often use for walling in an infant’s playpen.

“Aight, and overall that’ll be about $20.”

“Here you go, as per requested.”

“Thanks. Now do you need anything else?”

You stop and think for a second.

“Hmm… Hey, do you buy breeding fluffies?”

“This business? Nah. Me? Yeah.”

“Great. I have an stray I picked up,”

“Don’t do strays, unless there’s good reason.”

“Who’s a red alicorn mare,”

“That’s good reason.”

“Who’s derped.”

“Fuck yeah. Sweet. I’m guessing you wanna sell her?”

“Yep.”

“You mind if I see her first? Just to make sure you’re not bullshitting me. I’ve heard enough stories about derped alicorns who’re just either pegusi with a horn nailed to their head or unicorns with wings stapled on.”

“Sure, I get that. Let me quickly get my address up…”


“Fank yu fow nyu safe awea, miss Wose.”

You can hear the mild disappointment from Yolk’s voice easily. She’s not the only one to displaying it, seeing as Royal is only halfheartedly stacking blockies, and you can occasionally hear Yellow mutter something about “nu-tastie nu-icky kibbwe”, but it can’t be helped you guess. Regardless you smile and nod, before scratching behind her ears. Cooing affectionately, she leans into the touch.

“It’s alright Yolk. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but when I get more money I’ll get you even better toys and such.”

“Wha munie?”

Oh yeah. Feral.

“It’s the green paper and metal coins I keep in my pocket. It’s what I use to keep this house and buy everything I have.”

“Eben teebee?”

“Yep.”

“Eben nummies?”

“Mhm.”

“Eben clovesies?”

“Everything.”

“Eben youw wife?”

“In a way. Anywho, before I forget to say, we’re going to be having a visitor soon.”

Yellow immediately turns around to face you, her sea green foal wrapped her teat and suckling, cooing.

“Hu dat, miss wose?”

“A nice lady called Paige. She’s going to be coming over in ten minutes to check on Brick, and maybe even buy her.”

“Wut dat?”

You sigh. Fuckin’ fluffies, man.

“She might pay me to take her home.”

Immediately, the group bursts into cheering, as the red alicorn flops her head to the side in your general direction.

“Fbwiend?!”

“Yes, Brick! Friend!”

God that tone was condescending, even towards a fluffy.

“Fbwiendth!!!”

And on near perfect timing, Paige’s knocking was heard from the front door. Immediately, she opened up the door to see her standing there.

“Sup. Here to check out the Alicorn.”

“You’re a bit early. I thought your shift would have ended later?”

“Nah, it’s meant to. I just sorta dipped, y’know. Told 'em some bullshit and hopped on the first train here.”

“Okay then. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure dude.”

You move out of the way as Paige walks in, and immediately heads to the fluffy pen. Immediately, Royal sniffs the air, before cringing a little bit.

“Dewe a vewy stwong eawthie smeww hewe!”

“Heh, that’s a way to put it. What’s your name, lil dude?”

“Fwuffy am Woywal. Nice tu meet yu!”

Paige chuckled, before ruffling Royal’s mane, eliciting a giggle.

“Hmm, It’s a bit crusty. Have ya washed em yet?”

“Nope, can’t find a decent guide where the fluffy isn’t too distressed.”

“I’ll show ya later then. My treat. Anywho, where’s that alicorn…”

“Fbwbweensnns!!!”

“God, you weren’t fu- frickin lying when you said it was derped.”

Reaching down, Paige scooped up the alicorn, looking her over. Her full expression changed to one of sheer focus.

“Hmm… red fur, no signs of greying. Fairly small but with adult eyes, either malnourished, naturally small or they’ve just finished maturing. Ah, a mare. If this lil shi- turdnugget was a stallion it’d be worthless. Aight, I’d give about…”


Rolling 1d20....

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“… $130 for her. Fuck it, I’ll also be nice and give ya 10% of the profits it’s foals make. What do ya say? Cus I ain’t haggling.”

Holy shit. that’s like $10 more from your initial prediction. That, and a small but useful cash injection every time this thing gets it’s young sold.

“Deal!”

“Cool. Now, lets get these fluffs washed. They might get fleece rot.”


“Huuhuu! Nu dwown widdle babbehs! Pwease!”

“Oi, oi. We ain’t doing that. We’re cleaning them.”

“Pweeeaaase! Nu dwown dem! Wawa bad!”

The foals were peeping in the bowl Paige had set up, filled with warm soapy water. The foals were sat on their flanks, heads up and backs against the rim to prevent drowning as you gently scrub the filth off with a cottonbud. You finish with the goldenrod coloured one, before placing them down on the counter gently with some salad tongs. After you finish blowdrying them, you place them back onto Yellow’s fluff, who immediately turns around and sniffs them.

“Oooo! Babbehs smeww suuu pwetty! Tank yu Miss Wose and Miss Paij!”

“No problem, Yellow. And good job on being so brave with your bath!”

Yellow giggles, before going back over to the others who are engaged in an exciting game of ball. She, however, opts to just play with the blocks as her foals nuzzle against her cooing in content.

“Ya got lucky for someone adopting ferals. Normally they just bully each other around.”

“Huh. Never knew that. All the articles I saw described them as being ‘grumpy’.”

“Yea, they can just be that too. But mainly they’re just assholes. I think you mighta got some abandoned ones, first generation. Maybe second.”

“Oh, neat. I feel like they would have told me if they had an owner before.”

“True that. Anywho, it’s getting late, I gotta run off before my game starts tonight.”

“Alright, then. Wanna come over again some time?”

“Yea sure, If I can. See ya.”

“Later.”

Paige slides you her number, which you pocket as she walks out of the door. You now have some thinking to do. You need to start the breeding part of this breeding business or else you’ll be broke soon, however you only have one stallion as of now and an open space for a new stallion. You can either:

  1. Try an convince Royal to also mate with Yolk.
  2. Purchase a new, quality stallion, carrying Yolk with you.
  3. Look for a feral stallion and chance their behaviour, carrying Yolk with you.
  4. Get some milk-enducing (prolactin) kibble and some Foal-in-a-cans.

NAME: Rose Abernathy
AGE: 22
BREEDING BUDGET: $175
CURRENT HOUSING: Studio Apartment
FLUFFY BREEDING LOCATION: Studio apartment; a corner in the living room.
SKILLS: Engineering, Architecture, Can drink 9 1.5oz servings of 1910 Rye Whiskey and remained coherent.
AVALIABLE SPACE: Enough for 4 adults and 2 broods of foals.

FLUFFIES:

[1]
NAME: Yellow
AGE: 60+ Days
GENDER: Female
FLUFF COLOUR: Dark Goldenrod
MANE COLOUR: Red
TYPE: Earthie
MATE: Royal
NOTES: Mother of four.
ESTIMATED PRICE: [$4]
[2]
NAME: Royal
AGE: 60+ Days
GENDER: Male
FLUFF COLOUR: Royal Blue
MANE COLOUR: Dark Olive Green
TYPE: Unicorn
MATE: Yellow
NOTES: Used to be the herd’s second in command.
ESTIMATED PRICE: [$7]
[3]
NAME: Yolk
AGE: 60+ Days
GENDER: Female
FLUFF COLOUR: Antique White
MANE COLOUR: Golden rod
TYPE: Earthie
MATE: N/A
NOTES: Used to be a fairly polite tuffie.
ESTIMATED PRICE: [$12]
[4]
N/A

~Yellow’s Foals:~
Ages: 4 Days

  1. Dark Goldenrod Unicorn [$0.95]
  2. Goldenrod Unicorn [$1]
  3. Royal Blue Earthie [$0.50]
  4. Sea Green Pegasus [$0.80]

ASSOCIATES:

[1]
NAME: Bread
AGE: 60+ Days
RACE: Fluffy (Alleyway, Pegasus)
SKILLS: Can count to twenty, is able to read small words.
METHOD OF ASSISTANCE: Getting other ferals to join his herd, which you can choose from.

[2]
NAME: Paige Tan
AGE: 23
RACE: Human (Biracial; Malaysian + American)
SKILLS: Rolling a good fat one, pricing, fluffy raising.
METHOD OF ASSISTANCE: Helping you out with selling your fluffies, along with giving you 10% of the profits she gets from Brick’s foals.

FLUFFY ITEMS:

  • Fluffmart Kibble™ [1 month’s worth]
  • Siwwy Sawwy Wawa Bottle!™ [1]
  • Farmer Joanne Kibble Trough™ [1]
  • Safety First! Inflataball™ [1]
  • Fluffmart Individual Wooden Blockies [3]
  • Ahuuser Inc. Sorry Stick Lite™ [1]
  • Soft&Snug Budget Nestie™ [1]
  • Fluffmart Litterbox™ [1]
  • Fluffmart Paper Litter™ [1 month’s worth]
  • Safest Zone Divider™ [1]

Hey guys, vote for your decision in the comments and don’t hesitate to explain your choice! The next chapter’s gonna be shorter, but it’ll be out much sooner depending on how long yall take to vote.

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I’m not sure what type of Royal is. If he’s a proud father, then I’d choose option 2. If he ‘just has kids’ then convincing wouldn’t be hard…

What I didn’t see here is Bread’s feral herd? But I suppose it’s too early for them to have more stallions.

My pick: 2

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Glad that everything with Brick worked out.

I vote for 2. Option 1 can potentially hurt the herd’s morale and she was incredibly lucky with finding Bread’s herd so option 3 is out of the question. If Bread can vet for another feral then sure. I have no idea how foals in a can are perceived in your canon but I’m going to bet potentially not well by other ferals.

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Option 2. With the sale of Brick, might as well take a look at what’s available within the budget. Bringing Yolk along would be great for introducing the breeding pair earlier.

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4 its too soon to try to get Royal studded. Give him a week or two before asking. Can foals can be a learning experience for the ferals in seeing human reared foals.

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Is this D&D for fluffys?

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What @SouthernWastelander said.

Give the herd a bit of time to settle in. And maybe see if Paige is interested in helping, and splitting the profits of Rose’s little venture.

edit: Option four ( 4 ). Oops.

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I vote option 2. the ferals you found are great, but why not get some quality genetics in? bricks sale gets you a half decent budget for that.

I agree with the others. 2 is the best choice. Just need to choose a well-behaved stallion

Option 4

More like a Choose your Own Adventure.

Option 2, his colors aren’t great, but we could weed out better ones in the litter, I have a special way of removing the off-color foals, results in less huu-huu’s.

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Do tell? If it fits with my hc I might use it.

As long as it doesn’t fall into Mcgonagall territory

1 because lil baby’s

For the few of yall that care, the next post is gonna be late. Got a lot of work to do.

Just get the Poopie Babbehs to wean off of milk, then say that a nice new parent will adopt said foal, the mother will probably let her babbeh go because fluffies don’t understand lies, and either way, the mare will never see their foals again so there isn’t much of a difference. This strategy may fall flat with mares that grow WAY too attached to their litter, but overall the plan is quite simple, and once you’ve gotten the un-sold foals, you can then dispose of them however you want.

It didn’t go THAT far, It’s not as simple as shoving it into a sock and smacking it against the wall.

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Maybe. I’ll let everyone decide what to do when that time comes, though.

I meant more so a new furnace home