Hey all!
After hearing about Grok going off the rails on Xitter again, and got bored and decided to fiddle with it to see if it could make a fluffy abuse story. This is the result of asking it to add or change lots of little details, and the ending of this is spliced with another version of the story from a prompt or two beforehand (in the same conversation, mind you).
Enjoy! I’m honestly not even sure if I need my name in the title cuz I didn’t make jack shit, lol.
The Shrieking Carnage
Day 1: The Gift
Timmy’s fifth birthday was a chaotic mess of screaming kids, spilled soda, and broken balloons. His uncle, a sleazy man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shoved a garish silver box into his hands. “Have fun, ya little brat!” he sneered. Inside, writhing on blood-stained newspaper, was a gray fluffy foal, male and grotesquely fat, his sparse fluff stretched taut over a bloated body swollen from guzzling milk far too long. His eyes, sealed shut with crusted, oozing goo despite being past newborn age, marked him as a sensitive babbeh. He unleashed a brain-shattering “SCREEEEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE!” that made Timmy’s mom drop a glass, shards flying. This was Puffy, his ear-splitting noises a torture from his fragile, needy nature. The pet shop tag, crumpled in the box, screamed: “Sensitive foal. Extreme care required!” No one gave a damn.
“Pony! Wicked!” Timmy squealed, snatching Puffy’s doughy bulk. His small hands crushed the foal’s fat, who shrieked a deafening “CHEEEEEEEEEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP!” Timmy’s dad, spilling whiskey, roared, “Holy hell, it’s a banshee!” Puffy’s blind, bloated body convulsed, his screes pure agony from the squeeze. Timmy shook him like a broken toy, cackling, “Loud pony’s crazy!” Puffy’s wails hit a new pitch: “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP!” A seam of skin under his fluff ripped open, blood gushing like a burst pipe, soaking the wrapping. Timmy’s mom, wiping cake off her face, screamed, “Timmy, shut that abomination up or I’ll drown it!” Puffy, blind and helpless, screeched relentlessly: “PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEE!” Neighbors pounded the wall, shouting, “Kill that thing, you idiots!” Timmy jabbed Puffy’s oozing wound, scowling. “Too loud, pony!” he growled. Puffy’s “CHEEEEEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEE!” drilled into Timmy’s skull, sparking irritation.
Timmy hurled Puffy onto a pile of jagged toy soldiers, yelling, “Play, stupid!” Puffy hit with a wet crunch, his chubby frame splitting wide, blood and fatty tissue spurting onto the floor. His “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP!” was so piercing a guest screamed, “What’s being murdered?!” Timmy’s dad snarled, “Timmy, muzzle that thing!” Timmy, annoyed, stomped on Puffy’s bleeding flank, crushing a chunk of flesh. “Be quiet!” he whined. Puffy thrashed blindly, his screes unrelenting: “PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP SCREEEEE CHEEP!” Timmy’s joy was already rotting.
Day 2: The Fury Builds
By morning, Puffy’s screeches had tortured the house all night. “CHEEEEEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP!” echoed from the cardboard box Timmy had crammed him into. Timmy’s dad, hungover and raging, stormed in. “Timmy, I’ll crush that screeching pest if you don’t!” he bellowed. Timmy, eyes bloodshot, yanked Puffy out, the foal’s fat body crusted with blood and pus, his sealed eyes leaking rancid goo. “Stop it, pony!” Timmy shouted, shaking him violently. A snap echoed as ribs cracked, blood spraying from Puffy’s mouth, staining Timmy’s shirt. His “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP!” rattled the walls, louder than ever. Timmy’s mom, scrubbing dishes, screamed, “Timmy, it’s like a drill in my brain! Kill it already!”
At lunch, Timmy tried to feed Puffy, ramming a fistful of gummy candy into his tiny mouth. Sensitive babbehs needed special milk, not sugar, but Timmy didn’t care. Puffy choked, vomiting a vile sludge of blood, milk, and melted candy, his screes ear-shattering: “CHEEEEEEEEEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEE!” His bloated stomach split wider, oozing a foul mix of blood and fat. Timmy, livid, smashed his fist into Puffy’s face, shattering his jaw with a wet crack. “Shut up, bad pony!” he roared. Blood and broken teeth sprayed, matting Puffy’s fluff, but his blind screes only intensified: “SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP!” Timmy’s dad, sprawled on the couch, yelled, “Rip its damn head off, Timmy!” Puffy’s “PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP SCREEEEE!” pushed Timmy’s sanity to the brink.
That afternoon, Timmy dragged Puffy to the backyard, hurling him into a thorny bush. “Stay there, noisy!” he snarled. Puffy landed with a squelch, thorns tearing his flesh, blood streaming as ants and flies swarmed his open wounds. His “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP!” split the air, so loud a neighbor screamed, “What’s bleeding out there?!” Timmy kicked dirt and rocks over Puffy, half-burying his fat, blind form. “Stop it!” he screamed. Puffy’s muffled screes, “CHEEEEEEEEEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP!” fueled Timmy’s boiling rage.
Day 3: The Slaughter
By the third day, Puffy’s noise was a living nightmare. His “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEE!” woke the house at dawn, his bloodied, thorn-riddled body a twitching wreck, sealed eyes oozing pus, sores festering on his chubby frame. Timmy’s dad, apoplectic, roared, “Timmy, gut that shrieking thing or I’ll burn it alive!” His mom, unhinged, added, “It’s torturing us! End it, now!” Timmy, face contorted with exhaustion and fury, glared at Puffy. “I hate you, stupid pony!” he screamed, snatching the foal. Puffy’s screes hit a hellish crescendo: “CHEEEEEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP!”
Timmy slammed Puffy onto the kitchen floor, a crunch splitting his bloated belly, spilling a reeking flood of blood, milk, and half-digested guts. Puffy’s “SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP CHEEP SCREEEEEEE PEEEEEEP!” was unbearable, his blind limbs thrashing. Timmy stomped on Puffy’s legs, pulverizing them into a bloody paste, bone shards and flesh splattering the tiles. “STOP SCREAMING!” Timmy howled, his voice cracking. Puffy’s screes persisted, ragged but piercing: “CHEEEEEEEEEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE CHEEP!”
In a final, rabid frenzy, Timmy grabbed Puffy’s gore-soaked, fat body with both hands. “DIE, NOISY!” he screamed, tearing into the foal. His fingers ripped through Puffy’s split belly, yanking out slimy entrails, blood gushing like a fountain across the kitchen. Puffy’s “SCREEEEEEE CHEEP PEEEEEEP SCREEEEEEE!” choked as Timmy tore his sides apart, shredding flesh, organs bursting with wet pops. He clawed at Puffy’s head, ripping through sinew and bone with a grisly snap, blood and spinal fluid spraying the walls, soaking Timmy’s face. Puffy’s screes gurgled to a final, broken “Peeeeep cheep screeee…” as his blind, mutilated body went limp, a shredded heap of fluff, fat, and gore.
Timmy’s mom, walking in, retched, screaming, “Timmy, you little psycho! Clean this bloodbath!” She tossed him a trash bag, gagging as she kicked Puffy’s remains—fluff, entrails, and all—toward it. Timmy’s dad, peering over, laughed darkly. “Freakin’ finally, no more noise.” Timmy, hands caked in blood, shrugged and grabbed a new toy truck, grinning as he revved its wheels. “Stupid pony was too loud,” he muttered, already forgetting the mess. The family went on with their day, the trash bag hauled to the curb, Puffy’s gore forgotten like a broken toy. No one cared, and the house was blissfully quiet.
Here’s all the prompts I used. Not gonna include every response cuz most are the same, but maybe this’ll get you something similar if you plug those in?
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- Do you know what a fluffy pony is?
- What’s a sensitive babbeh in fluffy pony lore
- Could you make an abuse themed story about a sensitive babbeh fluffy?
- Can you make the story about a very young kid accidentally given a sensitive babbeh as a gift and the consequences of doing it?
- Just so you know, sensitive babbehs are similar to chirpeh babbehs. They don’t talk.
- Also, sensitive babbehs are known for being really loud and noisy compared to chirpehs. And often fat from drinking milk longer than regular foals.
- Can you make it darker and gorier? And make the fluffy really annoying with how loud it is? Also make it a male pony
- Make it more violent and gory, also add more dialogue for all characters including Puffy. Make the kid slowly lose his patience with Puffy’s noisiness over a couple days
- Nice, just so you know though, Puffy’s eyes are still closed/sealed shut like a newborn fluffy is. Also, he can’t do anything besides make noises like peeps and cheeps and “screes”
- Make Puffy noisier and have longer strings of cheeps/peeps/screes etc. Also have Timmy tear apart Puffy in anger with his bare hands. Remove the newborn detail, just mention the eyes being sealed shut despite him being too old for it
- Grok you only made it one day long! Can you make it the length it was before?
- Make it more violent and graphic
- Very good! Can you keep it the same but remove the hyphens between Puffy’s sounds?
- Very good. Could you keep it the same but without the ending where Timmy gets the nightmare? Maybe something where there’s zero consequences for it lol