Steph was sat on a bench overlooking a small Fluffy park next to a small forest, watching a bunch of Fluffies play, as well as entertain their respective owners.
He hated it.
He was only here because he was grounded. His mom’s orders. One hour outside to cool off. No PC and she took his phone. He was to stay outside and reflect on his bad attitude towards Dey, the stupid Fluffy living in his flat. One that wasn’t even his.
As to why he was sitting here and torturing himself with this sight, it was because he was trying to figure out the appeal of Fluffies. He was trying to understand why people loved these freaky, talking toys. He was trying to figure out why his mom has no problem with that annoying pig rat at home. He was trying to figure out why Aunt Riya left Uncle Be for something as nauseatingly disgusting as Dey. What made Dey better than Uncle Be?
He had no idea and he hoped that watching these Fluffies could finally help him to understand, but as he continued to observe these Fluffies, he still couldn’t figure out the appeal.
He watched a Fluffy strut around the park. Pink fur. White mane and tail with yellow stripes. A mare who was being accompanied by her foals. Pink. Yellow. Green. White. The same colors as the mare. The pink one was on her back. Looking very tired and tucked out. No doubt the bestest, too lazy to walk on its own. Meanwhile, the yellow foal and white foal walked beside their mummah, seemingly oblivious to this difference in treatment. A clear case of BMS, and as expected, one had been left behind. The brown one.
The brown foal had split away to smell some flowers had been abandoned. No doubt the poopie babbeh of the family and therefore expendable trash. Upon realizing that it was being left behind, the poopie babbeh brown foal quickly tried to follow, but tripped on its own feet and landed head first on the ground and it began to notice the growing distance between itself and its family. Panic began to set into the heart of this young and immature creature. It would put on a pathetic display. Instead of trying to stand up and run after its family, it would simply begin to flail about and cry. So utterly useless. A thing that could only survive entirely on the kindness of others. It was just like Dey, and Steph couldn’t understand it. What was the appeal?
He turned his attention to the mare and the other foals all mesmerized by a colorful art installation that a Hugboxer had placed in the park all clearly ignoring the brown foal. Typical Fluffies. Superficial creatures that were quick to abandon even their own family simply because of unappealing colors, and for some reason people like these kinds of toys? The pink foal had noticed the absence of its brown sibling and quickly notified its mummah Finally the mare realized that it had left the poopie babbeh brown foal left behind, surprisingly she goes back for the foal.
However, the mare does not look happy. She looks a mix of concerned and annoyed and rushes stomps angrily toward the foal. Steph had seen this scene many times before, in those alleyways filled with the ferals. An angry mare stomping angrily towards a poor colored foal, usually ended with the foal severely beaten up or simply dead. He had grown impartial to the sight of a foal crushed under the hooves of a BMS. Fortunately for this poopie babbeh brown foal, the owner had arrived to intervene.
The owner began to lecture the mare for her absent-mindness clearly for this attempted abuse she tried to impart on her poopie babbeh brown foal. In response, the mare began to sob, as her foals gathered around her to show they still loved her she forced her foals to hug her tightly. An obvious manipulation tactic. Pretend that her foals all loved her to show that she was a “gud mummah” and yet the owner fell for it so quickly. Petting the mare so gently. The mare was just like Dey. An emotional manipulator, who took advantage of his mom’s good will. It was disgusting, and if anything, it simply made him more confused. People like being manipulated by these cruel toys?
He turned his attention to another pair of Fluffies. A brown Earthie and a grey Alicorn playing in a grass field. They were playing a simple game of ball. Kicking the ball back and forth between them. The two looked like very close friends, or at least that was how they seemed initially. The Alicorn clearly got a little bit too excited playing and in his excitement had seemed to have forgotten about his playmate The Alicorn suddenly ran off with the ball, and the Earthie simply watched unsurprised, as though this was common occurrence speechless. Probably too speechless about the Alicorn’s sudden selfish actions, and too stupid or dumbfounded to follow.
Unfortunately for the Alicorn, the owner quickly got involved, bringing the ball back to the Earthie with a rather embarrassed ashamed Alicorn. The owner then began to lecture the Alicorn for getting much too over excited for his selfish behavior. In typical Fluffy fashion, the Alicorn began to cry. Steph couldn’t help but shake his head in disgust. Imagine such selfish behavior and still having the gall to cry like the victim, and the worst thing was that the emotional blackmail actually managed to work. Feeling sympathy for the Alicorn, the owner and the Earthie give him a big hug to cheer him up Feeling guilty, the owner and Earthie were forced to forgive the Alicorn and give him a hug.
“Unbelievable” Steph muttered to himself quietly.
It really was. The Alicorn was just like Dey. Get caught doing something bad, pull a tantrum with those fake tears and suddenly everyone forgave him. Mom. Aunt Riya. Why?!
Steph turned back to the Earthie and the Alicorn. They had gone back to playing. Steph watched the owner push them a couple of times on the swing. There was laughing and big smiles, but Steph couldn’t understand. How could anyone enjoy themselves knowing that the Alicorn was a manipulative selfish brat? Just like Dey. What was the appeal?
The owner had sat down to rest, and the Earthie and Alicorn were back to playing together. It was like everyone forgot the crimes of the Alicorn and were just back to normal. The two Fluffies played on the seesaw, and then went a couple of rounds down the slide, but it would seem trouble had come, with three other Fluffies joining the duo.
“Y munstah Fwuffy am at pawk?” Steph heard one of the Fluffies say.
“Gu way munstah Fwuffy!” Another Fluffy exclaimed.
“Gu way! Gu way!” The third Fluffy chimed in.
It was clear that the insults were targeted at the Alicorn and what did the Earthie do? He bolted. The Earthie ran away to get help from the owner abandoned his supposed friend to deal with the three bullies. So much for loyalty. The Alicorn was left to deal with the bullies on his own, which might have been unfortunate, if it was any other Alicorn, but this one had proved to be an emotionally manipulative, selfish asshole. Just like Dey, so whatever abuse he got was coming his way.
Steph actually found himself smiling slightly. He had seen Alicorns bullied many times by other Fluffies. There were plenty of videos out there of Fluffies being cruel to Alicorns. His favorite was the one in a daycare, where a poor Rainbow Alicorn found itself lured into a play castle and mercilessly bullied by its fellow Fluffies. He could still remember the video. A dozen foals biting and beating the Alicorn, as the Alicorn pleaded for mercy.
Thing was, all the Fluffies in that video were foals. Babbehs. The ones that people called really innocent and cute. It didn’t make sense. Here he was in a park specifically made for these things, surrounded by people who called them sweet and kind, and yet all you had to do was go to the internet, and you could easily see that was not true, because even the foals were monsters. Yet people wanted them. They loved these things. Aunt Riya left Uncle Be for one of these things.
Fortunately for the Alicorn his owner came to the rescue with the Earthie running bravely beside him with the Earthie coward running alongside timidly. The owner started shouting at the Fluffies, and suddenly another owner got involved.
“Don’t you dare shout at my Fluffies!”
“Your Fluffies were harassing my Fluffy!”
Steph shaked his head. These people were supposed to be the Hugboxers. The “I’m better than the rest of you group, because I’m capable of showing sympathy for even these stupid, pathetic toys” and now look at them, screaming at each other angrily.
A rustling in the bushes would distract Steph’s attention, and from this bush popped out a Fluffy.
Steph stared at the Fluffy coldly.
Two adorable, big round eyes
A cute button nose
A mouth showing a polite friendly smile
Dirty Dark green fur stained with feces.
Mare.
A feral Fluffy?
What was she doing here?
“Can nice wittle mistah, pwease gib nummies, eban jus wittle bit. Fwuffy am su hungwy n nee nummies su mummah can mak miwkies fo babbeh nao”.
A feeling of disgust.
Steph could not help but sneer.
Fucking Shit Rats.
They had only just met and this Shit Rat mare was already demanding food from him.
“Unbelievable” Steph muttered with irritation.
He was just so angry that he had to kick the Fluffy away. Not a strong one, just enough to make the Fluffy squeak and run away crying, as she left behind a trail of waste.
“HEY!” Screamed a voice.
It was the owner of those three bully Fluffies.
“HEY! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
The woman Hugboxer was walking towards him and pointing at him.
“I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO THAT POOR FLUFFY!”
Steph froze with fear as the woman Hugboxer approached.
“YOU FUCKING SHIT! APOLOGIZE TO THE FLUFFY RIGHT NOW!”
Steph turned to the Shit Rat mare. It had run off somewhere, but the woman Hugboxer was still walking angrily towards him, and there were other people looking.
A man was approaching with a look of worry for Steph
A woman was looking at him with concern
A woman Hugboxer picked up her two Fluffies and was looking at him with disgust.
Another woman had grabbed the angry Hugboxer
Another man was shouting at the angry Hugboxer
A man Hugboxer was sneering at him
A Fluffy Shit Rat was sticking its tongue out at him.
Steph looked down in shame. He picked up his bag and walked off. He wasn’t welcome here anymore.
He wasn’t one of them.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M NO LONGER A SHELTER INSPECTOR!? HELLO?! HELLO?! Di… DID THEY JUST HANG UP ON ME?! FUCKERS!”
Mayer began dialing the number again. Trying to get clarification, but all he got was ringing.
“MOTHERFUCKERS!!” He screamed in outrage.
He threw his mobile phone angrily onto his bed.
“I HOPE THEY ALL FUCKING DIE! FUCKING FAGGOTS SHOULD GO AHEAD AND KILL THEMSELVES! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE STUPID SHITTY FUCKS!”
Mayer sat down in front of his PC, as he tried to process what just happened. He couldn’t understand it. Why did this happen to him?
The caller was from the Happy Hugbox Fluffy Shelter Program. They had called to tell Mayer that he had lost his role as a Hugbox Shelter Inspector, due to an internal review. Something about numerous complaints and something about being unfit to continue his role as a shelter inspector.
Unfit? How? He loved Fluffies. No he didn’t just love Fluffies. He LOVED Fluffies more than anything in the world. A pair of enchanting round eyes, with the chubbiest little cheeks, the cutest of snouts, a pair of lovely floppy ears and that was just their face. Delicate little bodies with absolutely adorable, round tummies, held up by four lovable, short, little legs. The softest furs of every color imaginable with the most beautiful manes and tails to accompany them.
Fluffies were the epitome of cuteness. Nothing in the world could ever compare, and Mayer could not understand how people did not see that. Well, no. He knew fully well why those troglodytes could not see this. It was simple.
Humans were stupid.
Humans were selfish.
Humans were mean.
Humans were rude.
Humans were conniving.
Humans were violent.
Humans were evil. Pure evil. Mayer was glad he wasn’t Human. He was a Hugboxer, and it seemed that he was the only true Hugboxer left.
Happy Hugbox Fluffy Shelter Program. They were supposed to be his allies. All Hugboxers like him. The only organization truly on the side of Fluffies in this world full of hate. A go to for all the Hugboxers of the world, and the ones that maintained the Hugbox shelters, the last bastions for feral Fluffies in a world out to kill them, and Mayer was proud to work for such a group. Going to shelters labelled Hugbox and looking for any sign of abuse. He was always thorough. Humans were cunning creatures, careful to hide their cruelty and Mayer knew this every time he entered a shelter.
These shelters were supposed to help and protect Fluffies, but so many Humans were greedy and were using the guise of a shelter to further their money making schemes. Never trust the words of a Human. Always see what the Fluffies had to say. The Fluffies were the key. They weren’t the brightest bulbs in the shed, but they could still walk, talk and think. They could perceive. They could understand. They could verbalize. Humans thought that Fluffies were idiots and that always helped Mayer, because Humans were the true idiots and would perform their secret acts of abuse in front of Fluffies, giving Mayer all the information he need to expose whether a shelter was truly Hugbox.
The amount of Fluffy shelters that Mayer had exposed for their true nature as abuse shelters.
Halsworth, the one that had a covert Fluffy mill operation in the basement. Bunch of fucking greedy assholes were forcing Fluffies to fuck for good fur. Imagine being such a greedy monster that you force a Fluffy to mate with another, just for fur color. Separating them for their foals too. Slavery at its finest. Those bastards should have got the death sentence.
White Reeds, the one that had an actual underground Fluffy fight ring. Shitty selfish sociopaths were forcing Fluffies to kill each other for entertainment. Sick bastards wanted to see blood and death. They should just fight to death. Plus there were plenty of people out there doing nothing. Lazy, good for nothings. The whole lot of them. They should just fight to the death to entertain the sick masses and rid the world of their existence.
Maple’s Midway, the one that was bold enough to put a sign dividing “good Fluffies” from “bad Fluffies”. Fuckers were probably coercing Fluffies to do things they didn’t want to, or risk being labelled a good Fluffy. They even had a poor Fluffy forced into cannibalism. Worse was how they all pretended to be genuine Hugboxers like him, but true Hugboxers did not force other Fluffies to eat each other and true Hugboxers knew that all Fluffies were Good Fluffies.
Entepott, the one that was turning foals into Enfie Pals. These ones were absolute fucking idiots. They had two of their Enfie Pals on display in the Fluffy playroom. Fucking dumbasses. He remembered that bitch owner too. Loud mouthed slut who dared to shout back at him. He hoped that one day, someone would kidnap and rape that bitch. Then she would finally understand how those poor Enfie Pals felt.
Cloudloft, the one that turned dark colored Fluffies into Poopie pals. Racist bastards saw the dark fur color and in typical asshole behavior decided that those ones should only eat feces. Imagine, doing all these horrid racist things and yet he was the racist one for simply calling someone the N-word. It wasn’t his fault. The man was walking around the neighbourhood late at night.
Mercy Hearts, also had their own Enfie pal operation going on. He came in to see some red Fluffy fucking a poor foal and the shelter workers were just lazing about. It was clear what was going on, they had brainwashed the poor Fluffy to violate it’s fellow foal all for the vile amusement of those sick minded psychopaths that called themselves Abusers.
Abusers, the worst kind of Humans.
Every single one of them. Insane, depraved psychopaths. This world was a fucked up place because of them, and each and every one of them deserved to be put down in the same way they put down each and everyone of the poor Fluffies.
“Wait a minute” Mayer muttered to himself.
Sitting down in front of his PC, he was starting to get an inkling on what was going on. It was them. Those fuckers. All those pathetic pieces of shit who constantly talked crap against his beloved Fluffies. All those psychopathic cowards spewing their hate as they hide behind their screens. Conniving bastards probably worked together to manipulate the Happy Hugbox Fluffy Shelter Program into firing him. Probably used blackmail or physical threats, like the bunch of scum they were.
He got onto the FluffChan Forum. His current battlefield for Fluffy embetterment. A place for him to debate with all those savages and show them how much an idiot they all were. He knew that he was getting to them. They kept banning him, because they didn’t like to hear what he was saying. They didn’t like hearing the harsh truth. They would rather live in their ignorance than accept the fact that Fluffies were far superior to Humans, because such creatures were made of pure kindness and cuteness, and were infinitely better than the sick and twist Humans that plagued this world, and the fact that they had schemed together like this was more than proof that they were scared of him. Scared and pathetic. Typical Human behavior. They couldn’t fight fair, so they stabbed him from behind. Well they had just pissed off the dragon, and logging into his latest account: Sketti_Mayer69-27637, he was ready to show the forum the full extent of his wrath.
[Sketti_Mayer69] YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF SHITTY MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLES! I HOPE YOU ALL DIE AND CHOKE ON YOUR OWN SHIT! YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF WHINY PATHETIC COWARDS! I BET YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF JOBLESS FUCKS WHO COULD NOT HOLD DOWN ANY JOB BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL SICK PSYCHOPATHS AND NO ONE WOULD TRUST YOU TWISTED FUCKS WITH ANY RESPONSIBILITY, AND LIKE THE TYPICAL CONNIVING SELFISH COWARDS YOU HUMANS ARE, YOU TOOK THE BUCKET WITH CRABS ROUTE AND TRIED TO DRAG ME TO YOUR LEVEL! GOT THE HAPPY HUGBOX SHELTER FUND TO FIRE ME AND NOW I’M NO LONGER A SHELTER INSPECTOR!
WELL FUCK YOU ASSHOLES YOU WON’T WIN! BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU LAZY SHITTY FUCKS, I HAVE MORE WILLPOWER AND STRENGTH THAN ANYTHING OF YOU EVER HAD! I’M WAS A FUCKING DRAGON RESTRAINED BY MY MORALITY AND GOODNESS, BUT YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF PATHETIC ANTS WHO KEPT PUSHING ME UNTIL I BREAK, WELL I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT! YOU ANGERED THE DRAGON AND NOW THERE’S NO TAKING IT BACK! I’M GONNA FIND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU AND I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU ALL ONE BY ONE! YOU BETTER ENJOY YOUR LAST MOMENTS ALIVE BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU’RE GONNA SEE ME AT YOUR DOOR AND YOU’LL ALL BE FUCKED!
Mayer took a deep breath and posted his rant on the forum. He felt powerful, and he was sure that all the cowardly denizens of FluffChan were quacking in their boots. The responses were quick to come, but much to his displeasure it would seem that no one was taking him seriously at first, but certain responses were quick to catch his eyes.
Oh look honey, another SM69 Delulu post. Get some help seriously
Lot of strong words coming for someone perpetually online
SM69 we didn’t even want you here. You’re the one who keeps ban evading
Wait SM69 had a job. I seriously thought he lived on government handouts
I know right? He doesn’t strike me as stable
Bet SM69 got fired when they realized he was an unhinged asshat
Just go away SM69. I legit am starting to feel sorry for Hugboxers associated as you
[Goblin Maker] You’re right SM69. I took control of Happy Fluffy Hugbox and I told them to fire you.
SM69 could you just please stop and get some help
Who is this guy?
You keep saying Human as though you aren’t Human yourself
What is up with all Hugboxers being misanthropes?
Wouldn’t surprise me if SM69 was part of F3, but I bet too stupid to actually help
[IMPerial4ever] I donated 90% of funds just so I could tell the Hugbox fund to fire you
TLDR SM69 farming for views again?
Is SM69 legit retarded, because he doesn’t even change his username
How many ban evades now?
idk no count.
[KingofShaman] I work for the Hugbox program and convinced them to fire you
[Homewreck] I can confirm. I also worked at the Hugbox program and told them to fire you
[Pig Power] I am the boss of the Hugbox program and I fired you
Mayer looked away from the screen, as he mulled over the troubling realization.
How did he not see it before?
The world was filled to the brim with these scums, they were everywhere and could easily masquerade as fellow Hugboxers. Eventually some of them would have gotten into the Happy Hugbox Shelter Fund and once they were in, they would let in more of their kind. Each new abuser slowly tainting the organization from the core and getting rid of his people, like they had gotten rid of him, until there were no more Hugboxers left. Until the Happy Hugbox Shelter Fund was no more. The last group to actually care about Fluffies, destroyed from the inside.
Mayer felt alone.
He felt like the only true Hugboxer left.
The only person to truly care about Fluffies.
The world filled to the brim with hate, and he stood as the last defender of Fluffy-kind from the disease that was Humanity.
He looked out his bedroom door and thought about all the Fluffies living in his safe room. Their cute adorable faces looking at him with worry and concern. He was the only one who could protect them, because he was the only one left to care about them.
Their only protector in this world filled with those depraved monsters. .
There was someone who needed his help. A very special Fluffy. Someone he had been trying to find, but he had been held back because of his works and his chains of morality, but no more, the dragon had broken free and there was no stopping him now. He was going to save her.
Going back online, he went onto YT and clicked the Skettiland Rangers channel.
He began watching the latest episode of the Villain’s Vlog. There she was. His Gwendolyn. His princess. Captured by that bitch named Mabe and tied to that parasite fake Fluffy named Nelio. Lil’ Devil Gwent as they all called her. He began looking for clues. Anything to find her. He would do anything to find her and taker her back. Anything.
The world had gone crazy, so it was only fair that he go crazy too.
Experimenting with bbcode a bit. Not sure if people will get what I’m going for.
If you don’t, ah well. 仕方がない
