a self-proclaimed “mad scientist”, but really a college grad, cackles as the thunder flashes behind them.
She wants to try to put their new bioengineering/genetics/animal husbandry tri-major to good use, by starting with the creation using something with fewer restrictions on its genetic tampering or breeding: fluffies. Specifically, to create something she had in mind when thinking about certain fantasy settings, how they can have a “lesser” and “greater” versions of species, even races. What if she could make a “greater” fluffy, and sell those for a pretty penny, to help pay for her student loans, and beyond.
Ironically, she had to request a business loan for this; luckily, ones involving fluffies get a discount. But after that whole process was finished, and the equipment was set up, she cackled at the first step being done. Next, she had to begin the second step: acquiring fluffies.
One sketti scented bait on a fishing pole, a large cage, and help from her uncle Angus with his pickup truck, and she had generation 0 of her plan. She doesn’t hate fluffies per se, it just always irked her how unfinished they were. low bowel control, mismatch of hormones and brain power, the unfortified bones that snap like twigs, HOW THEY INEXPLICABLY LOVE SPAGETTI. She knew the people who made them were brilliant, but an unfinished product still taints their reputation. She hopes not to replace the original fluffies, but create something inherently better.
after wrangling the whole group into her take on a “safe room” painted room divider interlocking panels on a swivel, on a ceiling mounted grid, allowing for ease of reorientation, a food dispenser filled with nutritiant filled noodles and sauce designed to promote growth of mind and body, while having enough fiber to make all nightsoil solid, a litterbox a quarter of the rooms size with a mechanism meant to clean the whole thing everyday without notice, and a ever increasing in complexity arsinal of toys. right beside the room is the primary, secondary, and tertiary test setups, ranging from a maze-like structure filled with obsticals to test their mental and physical fortitudes, she got the idea from a fluffy gameshow, a memory test similar to monty hall, where the participant is given a series of instructions, and are meant to go through the correct doors in sequence. Finally, there is just a table, where samples are taken, and cross-referenced to ensure they have the right mix of genes. Hopefully, after some tests, the ones she wants will be found, the rest, she will just neuter or spay, before selling to people who would want the failures for one reason or another.
The whole thing is constantly monitored by cameras. After the first week, she managed to cut down her initial batch of 40, down to 15, barring any unwanted “special huggies” by literally strapping chastity cages on them. After the initial culling of the “smarties”, the rest were more docile. Many of the failing ones were happy enough to get “new homsies”; they forgot about their gelding almost immediately.
“pathetic.”
After months of selective breeding, the introduction of new genes in fetuses, creating the best fluffy sperm cells for implantation, she finally has something close to her vision: a prototype. a blue, purple-haired unicorn stallion, twice the size of a regular fluffy, with almost visible muscles.
“hewwo miss, miht I reqwest a wawk awound the perwimmiter, away fwom these pesants? dey annoy me wiff their inssesahnt pwattlin, I dohnt want twu inconvweniance ywu, wiff a muhdr.”
“yes, thank you for asking. Adam: 12. The older generations can grow irksome. but they have their uses still.”
Before leaving, Adam12 stomped on a “smarty talky baby” who demanded to go too.
“Good boy, it’s always good to catch them early on.”
How old are you bro you realize this site is 13+ right
A “smart fluffy” needs to still be a fluffy and ultimately that’s the hardest kind of “uberfluffy” to do right.
A fluffy that has magic powers still draws crayons and wants upsies.
A super-strong fluffy still craves huggies and sketties.
A smart fluffy? When you have a fluffy that has an “unfluffy” understanding of the world it’s really hard to keep them recognizable as fluffies.
Welcome to the site. When you post, you need to include your name in the title. I’ll fix it for you this time.
I also need to know: Have you read our site rules and FAQ?
Edit: Less on autopilot. You ain’t new. What the hell are you doin’ man lol
Thank you, i just…had the idea in my head for awhile, so i wanted to pen it.
It actally has the intelegence of an 8-9 year old, fancy words are just how they were tought to talk.
Besides that, the only difference is they are “smartys” but aware of how much more powerful humans are. So they know to behave around them.
They will make “kingdoms” after subjigating a feral herds leader. Constructing A litteral cardboard castle, complete with crown and throne, also made of trash.
I’m begging you to please stop cooking that shit is burnt to the pan
Is it really that bad?
I just wanted to write it down.
you don’t need to be mean. i was just putting it out there.
Bro I need to know if you’re 13+ or not cuz this is kinda crazy
Im 27.
Oh no.
What?
I’d lose the fancy words, a “smart fluffy” struggling to communicate advanced ideas in fluffspeak is more interesting than them just not having to.
thank you. i really do accept constructive criticism.
i would like to keep “peasant” in these things vocabulary. but the most of the advanced words can go.
…how do i edit this thing?
or do i need to delete and repost it with the edits? this is my first time posting on here.
no please don’t delete this its beautiful
thank you…i like validation for stuff i make. even if it’s a stupid first attempt like this.
