Just had a long fluffy related dream:
There was an AI-generated fluffy-related video someone had made, but it was decrypted similar to old time pay channels on TV. It was titled Almost Perfect and appeared to be a music video about Futashy, but decrypting it would have required registering onto some site so I wasn’t too fond of it. I still watched what I could through the twirly decryption static, and as the video went on either the static went down or I just managed to tune it out better. It eventually showed a video of another fluffy breeder game that was being developed, this time a side view breeder game similar to Casual Fluffies. The differences were that the view was zoomed further out so you could see the whole terrarium at once, and most importantly, the fluffies could jump and climb to move around their terrarium better. At one point I even saw a fluffy flying a little further using a parachute, implying some kind of Lemmings -style gameplay. The demo randomly spawned small dishes of spaghetti using the sprite from my Game Asset Garage Sale to keep the fluffies alive, but pooping was disabled in the video to keep the game from getting full of it. I wondered about this because there was clearly a turd next to both starting mares - until I realized that the game always spawned its first two families with poopy babbehs. I sighed at the state of the fandom, and moved on.
The video finally reached ad for a real-life fluffycon named Fluffy Island, showing the people hosting it. I was surprised that people were revealing their faces on a fluffy video, but as dreams often to, it soon morphed into me walking around the Fluffy Island con. There were several carnival game -style walls with abuse games, where plush fluffies filled with bloody spaghetti were pushed through holes in the walls for the visitors to beat until their innards spilled out. There was also a game where a young man wearing a ice hockey helmet with a fluffy face on it pushed his head through a hole, pretending to be a fluffy, and letting people punch him. It seemed like brain injury waiting to happen, and I cringed as I learned that on a small con like this, people were taking turns as visitors and running the games. At a later point in the dreams I even saw someone rubbing his cheek and complaining that the players fist had slipped and nicked him past the protected face part.
A real life friend of mine was there too, but didn’t recognize me. She asked my name, but as there were other people around just as curious to hear my name, I said that I’d rather try to keep my identity a secret. Everyone understood, and the con went on.
On a nicer side of attractions, the con also had minihorses and a petting zoo of stubby, beach-ball-sized goats with long fluff and four horns. They were extremely cute, and I appreciated the con for finding creatures so close to fluffies for it. The minihorses were about size of cats, and as their main event were supposed to race around a track pulling carts with radio-controlled reigns on them. The carts had technical problems, but in the end we got to at least admire one of the minihorses pulling a cart.
The con was all around pretty fun, but as it was slowly winding down and only few people were left, someone told that one of the minihorses was missing. This was bad - not only because the animals were obviously rented, but because a FLUFFYcon was the worst possible place for a small equine to go missing. Everything else was put on halt to search for the horse, and for some reason everyone was assigned a videogame character identity for the search. I was the Doom Guy, and got a squirt gun and a pair of those little pontons little children use while learning to swim.
We searched around the island, trying to find clues on who might have taken the horse or if some kind of wildlife had snatched it, but we couldn’t make any progress. However, while going around a cave at the edge of the island, I discovered square, bronze-colored sections of wall with an octopus symbol on them. With no direct clues on the horse’s whereabouts and the current game character thing going on, I went to tell the others that this looked like a breakable wall that Octodad was supposed to get through. Unfortunately Octodad was no longer on the island, but we did find a 1x1 meter “air vent” that a black action hero from Crackdown could break for us. We climbed into the vent, but the black guy walked into a trap that sprayed him with holy water that hurt him - presumably because my mind also connected him with Blade - and while trying to save him, another trap went off and blew us all out of the air vent. Some of us go badly injured, but as videogame characters, I could revive the black guy just by helping him up. Tyler Durden told that to revive him I’d have to bring him to the edge of the arena and toss him to his feet, which I presumed was because he was from some kind of tough pit-fighting game. I dragged him to a higher platform and threw him forward, but when I did, his lifeless body simply flopped to the ground. Turned out he had a sick sense of humor and just wanted to make one final, post-humous joke.
The horse hadn’t been found, but with only three of us left, we decided it wasn’t worth risking our lives. We returned to the beach, where someone made us t-shirts with the names of all who had died and survived the con stitched on the front. I was listed as simply “You”, but because there were only three of us left I decided to go ahead and reveal my name to them. We chatted some more, waiting for the next boat off the island until I woke up.