Inside Fluff-TV 2

INSIDE FLUFF-TV 2
By Anonymous Fluffery

>Next door to the editor's office is the stage for "Musical Fluffies."
>Mostly that show is re-purposed videos of children's singers, but to cut costs you often edit together calming footage with music by fluffy "recording artists."
>Endless remixes of that one fluffy with the Celine Dion inspired hit, "Yoo Mai Best Fwiend," and you have them film concerts by puppet "rapping" fluffies.
>Today they're just getting down the choreography for such a performance.
>The red earth fluffy puppet in a hat and Fluff-TV shirt is saying, in a disguised human's voice,
>"Fwuffy wuv sketties,
>Dey vewwy yummy!
>When fwuffy eat sketties,
>Haf happy tummy!
>Sketties come fwom kitchen,
>It down haww,
>When fwiend wan' nummies,
>Woww wike baww!"
>Pretty much all rap for fluffies is about spaghetti and its acquisition.
>It's not that different from human hip hop and clubbing, you figure.
>Next to that, there's the studio for your scripted drama series.
>The "drama" - yeah, right - is "Flufftown," about a family of fluffy ponies getting by in the big city.
>A city composed entirely of fluffy ponies.
>On today's shoot, the cop father Ruffles is being chewed out by his best friend - who is also his police chief.
>His character's just named Chief, for simplicity's sake.
>"Wuffuws, yoo good powice-fwuffy," the chief says. "But get too angwy! Gon' huwt sewf, gif eye-wawas to fwiends!"
>The chief is standing on top of his desk and has to look a long way down to see Ruffles.
>Fluffy ponies tend to get confused about what things are if the sets don't stay human-sized.
>The chief is a good performer, but not handsome enough to be a leading man and sell merch - he's so old his fluff is going gray.
>Ruffles looks up from where he has been chewing on his prop badge.
>He's deep blue and very fine-furred, hence his starring role.
>A stagehand has to whisper to the idiot to say his line though.
>You'll edit her out.
>"Um... um... Cheef nuu know nuttin'! Wuffuws nee' get fwiend's baww back fwom bad fwuffies! Haf pway bwave, cwazy games fow be best powice-fwuffy!"
>The chief throws his hooves up. "Wuffuws, yoo off da case!"
>"Nuuuuuuu!" Ruffles cries, mortified.
>Then he forgts about acting and goes back to chewing his badge.
>That show's actually got more human fans than fluffy ones - the fluffs have problems following storylines, but owners think it's hilarious, for obvious reasons.
>In the next scene, Ruffles's wife Doodle is having an argument with her son, Nacho, who is no longer a foal and wants to 'move out.'
>"Doodow nuu wike Nacho go 'way! Wan' Nacho stay, gif huggies an' nap on famiwy bwankie!"
>"Nuu!" says the talented child actor fluffy, shaking his gelled mane. "Nacho wan' sweepies wif speciaw fwiend, in udda bwankie! Nacho nuu babbeh, nuu dwink miwkies nuu mowe! Nacho am big fwuffy!"
>Taut, gripping performance there, by fluffy standards.
>Not sure he understands the difference between the show and reality, since he was basically raised on-set, but fuck it.
>The next studio is what you call "Special Programming."
>That's because it's all about teaching fluffies how to give special hugs.
>For something so necessary to their survival they're rather clueless about how sex is actually done when raised in captivity.
>That means cluing them in with porn, if the owners want to breed them.
>There's probably a human audience for this as well, but you don't want to think about them - that letter from the German lady was a little TOO enthusiastic.
>If standard porno plots are dumb, then dumbing them down further for fluffy ponies makes them actually retarded.
>You used to let viewers produce their own videos and send them in for cash, but that got beyond weird - you heard a guy was actually SHOOTING stallions that finished too fast - so now you just set up short, engaging premises and let fluffy ponies fuck on camera.
>Today it's "Spaghetti Delivery Fluffy."
>A mare in taped-on earrings, with rouge applied to her cheek-fluff, makes her way up to a prop door, which opens automatically.
>Behind it is a fluffy in a minuscule hat in Italian flag colors.
>He has a box next to him.
>"Hai!" the mare exclaims.
>"Hewwo," he says, then bites his lip as he tries to recall his line. "Fwuffy am... am... bwing spaskets!"
>It's amazing how they can actually forget their favorite food's name while trying to think about something else so hard.
>"Yay!" the mare says, deciding to try nosing the box to get her food.
>"Bree, it's not really full of spaghetti, you have to say your line!" the director groans.
>"Oh yeah!" Bree says. "New fwiend haf sum sauce fow Bwee?"
>The stallion blinks a few times before saying, either because he remembered or because it's what he actually feels like asking, "Skettie sauce?"
>"Nuu... sauce fow Bwee!"
>Bree, who got the job because she is pretty by fluffy pony standards, and also quite lusty, turns around and wiggles her hindquarters.
>She's a terrible actress, but this is the part she never forgets to do.
>Better keep moving...

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