FrankenFluffy Vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy

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Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 1

>You are Dale the scientist
>You tried to make the ultimate alicorn fluffy from the brains and bodies of three smarty friends, only to create Frankenfluffy
>Frankenfluffy tries to bring civilization to the fluffies to help them survive
>With him is Robofluffy, twenty five pounds of titanium and fluff powered by a regular fluffy brain
>After recovering from the explosion that annihilated the State’s fluffy population, Frankenfluffy wants to head west
>You’ve outfitted Robofluffy with some additional gear to help them along the way.
>Frankenfluffy and Robofluffy catch a bus to Texas to find a new herd to teach ciivilization.
>As soon as the bus stops, the occupants are mobbed by a herd of ferals who live near the bus station.
>”Haf nummies?” “Pway?” “Scawy fwuffy!” “Huggies!” “Gif nummies, pwease?”
>Frankenfluffy stamps a hoof, startling the ferals.
>”Wat you doin’ bothwin’ hoomans wike dat?” he asks. “Yo gonna ge youself kiwwed!”
>”Fwuffies hungwy!” says a green unicorn fluffy. “Hoomans gif food. If dey no gif food, den smawty fwiend give big owchies!”
>Frank just shakes his head.
>“How many smawty fwiend you haf in past week?” says Frankenfluffy.
>The unicorn flips on his back and wiggles his hooves. ”Dis many!”
>Frankenfluffy nods to Robofluffy. “He pwesenten. Dat mean he wan Robofwuffy.”
>”Wobofuffwy swag, actibate.”
>While Robofluffy savagely grinds his featureless crotchplate against the smarty friend, Frakenfluffy gathers the rest of the herd.
>”I show yoo how wiv off wand,” he says. “No need hoomans to be good fwuffies.”
>”No wiv away fwom hoomans!” says a blue fluffy. “Bad fwuffies wive out dere! Safeh heh!”
>”Bad Fwuffies?” asks Frankenfluffy.
>”Fwuffy out dere cawed Wawkeh,” says the blue fluffy. “Yoo stay heh, stay safe wif fwuffies?”
>Frankenfluffy shakes his head.
>”I meet Wawkeh,” says Frankenfluffy. “Mehbeh we wowk togeteh.”
>Robofluffy finishes crushing the smarty friend beneath his jackhammering hips.
>Among the sobs of the broken smarty friend, Robofluffy sighs. ”wan no-nos bak,” he complains.
>With that, Frankenfluffy and Robofluffy sets off into the Texas landscape to find the mysterious Walker.
>As you watch through your video feed, you can’t help but think this isn’t going to end well.



Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 2

>You are Walker, a black and white earth fluffy from the desert.
>You’re a lot bigger than other fluffies because you kept eating the nummies meant for the big-dumb-not-fluffies
>You used to be a pet, but since you escaped your human captors and became a smarty friend.
>With your size and smarts, you are the smarty friend of the biggest herd of fluffies in all of Texas.
>All fluffies who come in your territory are part of your herd, whether they want to be or not.
>Today, you are standing atop your hill, watching your fluffies graze when you see two fluffies coming in from the horizon.
>It might be a trap, so you order your strongest fluffies to hide in the tall grass while the rest of the herd goes into the cave
>These fluffies look… different.
>One is a mismatched set of blue legs, orange body, green head, and white tail. The other is grey with one giant red eye
>They’re both unicorns, but the mismatched one has wings as well. They’re both your size, which is scary.
>But you’re Walker, you’re not scared of any fluffy, least of all fluffys in your territory.
>They see you atop the hill and begin to approach. They must not know of your power.
>”I Walker,” you say to them as they approach.
>”Howy cwap,” says the mismatch fluffy. “A fwuffy wif out a speech pwobwem. Dat’s gweat.”
>”Who you?” you demand. “What you want?”
>”I Fwankenfwuffy,” says the mismatch, “an dis is Wobofwuffy. We heh to teach fwuffies how wiv off wand and be betteh.”
>”Fluffies here are best!” you yell.
>Neither of the fluffies flinch under your voice. They must be brave.
>”I smarty friend here,” you say. “You now part of my herd. I keep you safe. You do what I say now.”
>Frankenfluffy cocks an eyebrow at you, as if he doesn’t believe you. But how can a fluffy doubt a smarty friend?
>”Dat’s pwetty waw deaw, Wawkeh,” says Frankenfluffy. “We heh to make you hewd betteh. Teach weavin’, an diggin’, an…”
>You reach a hoof back to slap Frankenfluffy when Robofluffy steps directly in the path of your swing.
>Your hoof goes numb. It feels like you punched a rock.
>”Sewiouswy?” asks Frankenfluffy. “Twy dat again and Wobofwuffy will cwush you head.”
>The rest of your strong fluffies jump out from the bushes ready to attack.
>Somehow, Frankenfluffy isn’t even in the least bit surprised.
>He turns to the strong fluffies. ”You wowst hidin’ evah,” he says. “I teach betteh.”
>The gall of this fluffy!
>These are the best fluffy warriors in the world and he dismisses them as if they are common vermin. This will not stand.
>But with Robofluffy there, you won’t be able to lay a hoof on him.
>You remember a long time ago when you were stupid that you saw something on the light box.
>You watched a lot of light box, and it always gave you good ideas.
>It was a trick. You’re going to trick this Frankenfluffy, and you’re going to make Robofluffy your own guard.
>”You right, Frankenfluffy.” you say. “Come with me. You teach herd.”


Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 4

>You are Frankenfluffy, the ultimate alicorn fluffy created from the brains and bodies of three smarty friends by your friend, Dale.
>You try to bring civilization to ferals to help them survive
>With you is Robofluffy, twenty five pounds of titanium and fluff powered by a regular fluffy brain.
>After accidently killing off every feral in your home State, you came to Texas and met a giant herd of fluffies.
>Their smarty friend is a black and white earth fluffy named Walker. He seems to be a good leader, but you don’t really trust him.
>On the other hoof, you’re not here to teach him, you’re here to teach his herd to survive so they don’t need a smarty friend.
>Smarty friends have a tendency to get their herds killed by being assholes to humans.
>Then again, your track record is far worse.
>Walker leads you into a cave where sixteen fluffies mill around outside. Accompanying them is another, larger fluffy.
>”Those big fluffies are toughy friends,” Walker tells you. “They are in charge of little herds of four, four, four, and four more.”
>”Sixteen?” you ask. ”Impwessive you count dat high,” you tell him. “Most fwuffies not no numbahs at aww.”
> Walker just glares at you, but continues into the cave.
>It’s dark, but there are plenty of holes in the ceiling that let in light.
>Inside, there must be at least two hundred fluffies playing, fighting, mating or just sleeping.
>”Dat a wot of fwuffies,” you say, looking out at the masses. “How you keep dem all fed?”
>”Take grass from humans,” says Walker. “Take big dumb not-fluffy food too for toughy friends and me.”
>Robofluffy looks around the cave. “It dawk.”
>You tap a hoof on the back of his head to turn on his light.
>”Waah! I bwight now!”
>The spotlight falls on the little herd headed up to the surface. They start panicking as soon as it hits them
>”Nuuu!” “Wun way!” “Wat happen?” “Wook out! Twain!”
>They start defecating themselves in fear.
>Walker steps up to the toughy friend leading the group and swats him across the nose.
>”Why Wawkeh give Banjo boo boo juice?” the fluffy whimpers.
>”This you herd,” he says, smacking Banjo around bit more. “They make bad poopies in the hall. Who you punish for this?”
>Banjo cowers while the other fluffies try hiding behind their hooves.
>”No huwt Banjo! No wan howe!” cries Banjo.
.”Then who punish if not you?” demands Walker.
>Banjo points to a young green stallion.
>Walker grabs the fluffy in his teeth and drags him further into the cave. You follow, intrigued by this form of disciple.
>He comes a large hole that reeks of fluffy waste. Walker shoves the green stallion to the ground next to the hole.
>”ALL FLUFFIES COME HERE,” he booms. The fluffies cower, but do as they are commanded.
>”This fluffy’s herd made bad poopies,” he says, kicking the green stallion. The green stallion tries to cover himself with his hooves.
>“Where we make poopies?” he demands of the stallion.
>”Mm…make….”
>Walker kicks him again. “ANSWER ME.”
>The stallion wets himself in terror. “Poopies go in howe,” he manages to whimper.
>”That’s right,” says Walker. “Poopies go in hole. Since you not know that, you go in hole too.”
>With that, Walker bucks the fluffy off the edge of the pit.
>The fluffy falls and splashes into the waste filled lake below. He struggles for a moment before sinking beneath the putrid surface.
>”Wat you do dat foh?” you ask. “He not make bad mess, otheh fwuffies did.”
>”You punish fluffy that make mistake, other fluffies not learn,” says Walker. “Long time before fluffies make bad poopie again.”
>”I have more to show,” he says, walking away. “Follow.”
>Now you’re sure you don’t trust Walker.
>He seems like an asshole.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 4

>You are Robofluffy.
>You follow Frankenfluffy around and keep things from giving him ouchies.
>You are in a hole with lots of other fluffy friends, but they don’t come near you.
>They are all afraid of the big fluffy called Walker.
>Walker seems nice though. He’s always smiling at you and showing you neat things.
>There’s so many new things here to explore and so many fluffies to play with that you keep falling behind.
>You wouldn’t want to make Asshole Dale mad, so you try to keep up.
>You only listen to half of what Walker tells Frankenfluffy.
>”This where mares sleep,” he tells Frankenfluffy. “Keep them out of stallions way.”
>Almost all the fluffy mares are filled with babies. It makes you miss your no-nos.
>”Why not mawes wowk?” askes Frankenfluffy. “Haf you fwuffies not wowk mean haf as much food.”
>”Mares not good for anything except making more fluffies,” says Walker. “Toughie Friends get all mares they want.”
>Frankenfluffy just stays quiet. He has no-nos, but they not work.
>You follow to the big room where there is a huge pile of nummies.
>You can’t eat nummies anymore, and it makes you sad.
>”This where we keep food,” says Walker. “Toughie friend get all food they want.”
>”An da othehs?”
>”Findy friends get more cause they bring food, but fluffies who no bring food get little,” says Walker. “They big waste.”
>”Why not haf dem do somethin’ else?” asks Frankenfluffy. “I teach dem tings.”
>”What you teach herd?” asks Walker.
>”I teech how gwow food, how hide fwom hooman, how use sowwy sticks to fite not-fwuffies, teech mawes weave baskets...”
>”Forget mares!” snaps Walker. His voice scares you a little bit, but you have to stay brave. “Teach toughie friends how fight!”
>Frankenfluffy looks unsure about that.
>”Nawt yet,” he says. “Teech otheh tings fiwst.”
>Walker looks upset, but doesn’t say anything for a minute.
>”We have nummies in you honor,” he says at last. “You smart and tough, so you try be toughy friend when dark.”
>Frankenfluffy nods, and turns back to you.
>”Wat you tink, Robofwuffy? You wan be tuffy fwiend too?”
>Frankenfluffy doesn’t see Walker smile but you do. It’s makes you feel scared.
>”Wobofuwffy wan mawes,” you say. “Wan be tuffy fwiend.”
>Frankenfluffy nods because your answer is right.
>You are a good fluffy.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 5
>You are Dale the scientist
>You tried to make the ultimate alicorn fluffy from the brains and bodies of three smarty friends, only to create Frankenfluffy
>With him is Robofluffy, twenty five pounds of titanium and fluff powered by a regular fluffy brain
>Your two abominations of science have found a large herd of feral fluffies led by a black and white stallion named Walker.
>You’re getting terrible reception from Robofluffy, so you’re relying on Frankenfluffy’s Camera collar to relay their happenings.
>The two are at a fluffy feast of grass, discarded candy, and, inexplicably, fresh spaghetti.
>Walker raises a hoof, and calls for silence.
>”Frankenfluffy want join our herd,” he says. “He think he tough enough to be toughie friend. Who want fight him?”
>”Dun wan hurt any fwuffy,” says Frankenfluffy. “Just wan teech.”
>”I fight! “ calls a large purple stallion. “I gif Fwankenfwuffy big owchies.”
>”You fight Flowers!” says Walker. “You fight or you go to hole.”
>Holy shit, this is serious. You’ve never seen Frankenfluffy in a fight. He’s bigger than most fluffies, but he’s a thinker, not a fighter.
>Even with all that extra mass from the three fluffies, you’re not sure how he’s going to fair against these Texas fluffies.
>”Yoo stay hewe, Robofwuffy,” he says. “I fite now, an you no huwt fwuffy who fite me, okay?”
>”Robofwuffy stay hewe till Fwankenfwuffy need me.”
>Frankenfluffy steps down to accept the challenge and all the fluffies circle around him.
>The crowd begins to chant and stamp their hooves.
>You’re glad you’re recording this because it’s going to make a great documentary.
>The toughie friend puffs up his cheeks, stamps his hooves, and flutters his wings.
>Frankenfluffy does no posturing, and instead pulls something out of his fluff. It looks like a car antenna.
>Actually, it looks like YOUR car antenna. A quick peek out the window reveals that Frankenfluffy stole it off your trunk.
>That little asshole.
>You go back to the fight to see that Frankenfluffy is whipping the antenna at Flower without actually hitting him.
>Flower is cowering behind his hooves and defecating himself in terror.
>”You bad fwuffy!” he yells through his teeth. “You get sowwy stick for bein bad fwuffy!”
>The crowd begins to panic
>”No sowwy stick!” “Nuuu!” “Pwease no sowwy stick!”
>”That enough!” says Walker. “You win. You a toughie friend, Frankenfluffy.”
>Frankenfluffy puts the antenna away, and goes to give Flower a hug.
>”You okay, Fwoweh,” he says. “You nawt bad fwuffy.”
>”Nuu! Git away munster!” Flower screams. “I go to howe! No wan be dummy fwuffy! No wan go bad pwace!”
>Flower bolts across the floor and dives head first into “The Hole”
>You don’t even need to see it to know that he drowned in the lake of sewage.
>Frankenfluffy scratches his head. “Da heck wuz dat?”
>”Fluffy who lose become Dummy friends,” says Walker. “They go to the bad place.”
>”What bad pwace?” asks Frankenfluffy.
>“Not matter. Robofluffy fight next. Who fight Robofluffy?”
>”I fite!” calls a tiny orange fluffy. “Honey kiww dat Wobofwuffy and get big nummies and wadies!”
>Frankenfluffy shuffles up to Robofluffy, and whispers in his ear. “I wan you wose. Faww down when he hit you.”
>Robofluffy nods and enters the ring. Honey spins around and bucks Robofluffy in the chest.
>Even with the lousy audio, you can hear Honey’s legs snap on impact.
>His cries of pain last only a moment, as Robofluffy tips forward and falls face first atop the colt.
>The sound of his Honey’s skull popping under the weight of Robofluffy turns your stomach.
>”Honeh gif Wobofwuffy big owchies!” says Robofluffy. “I nawt gawn make it.”
>Frankenfluffy just puts a hoof to his face.
>”Git up Wobofwuffy,” says Frank. “You kiww him anyway.”
>Robofluffy stands, and shakes bits of Honey fall out of his Scotch-guarded fluff.
>You lost audio, but it’s pretty obvious how that conversation ended.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 6

>You are Walker, a black and white earth fluffy from the desert.
>You’re a lot bigger than other fluffies because you kept eat the nummies meant for the big-dumb-not-fluffies
>You used to be a pet, but since you escaped your human captors and became a smarty friend.
>Now you have two of the strangest fluffies trying to join your herd. This “Frankenfluffy” is too smart for his own good.
>Robofluffy, however, will make a fine addition to you Toughie Friends. He loyal, unbeatable, and best of all, dumber than you.
>But you’ve got to get him away from Frankenfluffy.
>It’s time to give Frankenfluffy and Robofluffy their rewards for becoming Toughie Friends.
>You lead Frankenfluffy into a cave where four fours of mares await him
>”These your mares, Frankenfluffy,” you tell him.
>The mismatched fluffy just shakes his head.
>”I nawt heh to haf bebehs,” he says. “I heh too teech.”
>“Make babies with them, or you not be Toughie Friend.”
>Frankenfluffy just rolls his eyes. You want to punch him for his disrespect, but Robofluffy can kill you with a gesture.
>”Robofluffy mares next door,” you say. “Trade if want.”
>”Mehbe nawt gif Wobofwuffy aww mawes at once?” suggests Frankenfluffy.
>”I smarty friend, I do what want with herd!” you shriek. The mares cower in the corner, but don’t dare make bad poopies.
>Frankenfluffy tries to calm the mares down while you lead Robofluffy to his mares.
>”Dees aww mine?” he asks. His voice is funny and you can’t tell if he’s being serious.
>”These all yours. Do what want.”
>Robofluffy leaps into action and begins giving the nearest mare special hugs. You leave the crying mare to go see Frankenfluffy.
>He’s talking to the mares and trying to get their opinions.
>”Why talk mare?” you ask. “Give them babies.”
>”Why aww dis tawk of bebehs?” asks Frankenfluffy. “Have wots of fwuffies why need mow?”
>”We go to farm every four bell day,” he says. “Lose lots fluffies. Mommies make more. You new here, you go too.”
>”If stay way fwom fawm, no wose fwuffies,” he says.
>”You not understand,” you tell him. “You see tomorrow when we all go.”
>The mares screaming has stopped, only to be replaced with the screaming of a new one.
>You peak inside to see that Robofluffy has almost broken the mare in half with his thrusting and grunting.
>He’s too much for regular mares. You’ll have to think of something else.
>The glow box will tell you what to do tomorrow.
>”You gonna wan get dem out dere,” says Frankenfluffy. “He no haf no-nos, an it make him fwustated.”
>”He no give babies?” you ask. “What good he?”
>”He dumb, but tough and I wuv him wike bwotheh.”
>Now all the mares are screaming.
>“A weawwy scawy bwotheh.”


Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 7
>You are Robofluffy.
>You follow Frankenfluffy around and keep things from giving him ouchies.
>You are in a hole with lots of other fluffy friends, and you have a room full of mares to be your special friends.
>But they’re all sleepy now because you gave them all the best special hugs.
>Your swag is best swag.
>Today, you, Frankenfluffy, Scary Smarty Friend Walker, and all the other boy fluffies are headed out into the field.
>The last time you saw so many fluffies was when they were all in the really big house. Whatever happened to those fluffies?
>You are walking for a while and the other fluffies are complaining about being tired.
>You don’t get tired anymore. You just keep walking until you come to the fence.
>A few fluffies see the tall grass on the other side and run at the fence. They fall down as soon as they touch the wire.
>”Great. Now they dumb again,” says Walker. “Put them on wire. Other fluffies not get hurt if they on wire.”
>The Toughie Friends shove the sleepy fluffies on the wire and start pushing fluffies under it.
>The sleepy fluffies are starting to smell not pretty and they are turning black. You didn’t know fluffies could change colors.
>After all the other fluffies are through, some fluffies start biting down the tall grass and stuffing in their fluff.
>”I show how make basket,” says Frankenfluffy. “Cawwy mow den wif fwuff.”
>Walker makes his angry face again. He scares you a lot, but Frankenfluffy just ignores him.
>Walker gathers up a few more Toughie Friends and leads them to a big red house with big not-fluffies inside.
>It’s not Dale’s house though. You miss Dale. He gave you Skittles.
>”We get Toughie Friend nummies,” says Walker. “Food make me smart and tough, but I eat it since I little.”
>Frankenfluffy sniffs the nummies. The Big brown not-fluffies ignore him.
>”You get dis Dawe?” says Frankenfluffy.
>Suddenly, Dale starts talking!
>”That food is laced with Hormones, Frank,” says Dale. “It explains how the fluffies got so big.”
>Dale is talking from behind you!
>You spin around looking for Dale.
>Suddenly you stop spinning, but you didn’t want to stop.
>Now you’re walking away from the big not- fluffies
>”No wan go dere!!” you protest, but your leggies move under their own power.
>”Calm down Robofluffy,” says Dale. “I just want to get a better look around.”
>You are forced to walk around a little more. There’s a blue house not far away on the other side of the fence that Walker is going into.
>”Wat you tink, Dawe?” asks Frankenfluffy.
>”Keep at it, little guy,” says Dale. “I’m sure this herd will learn very well.”
>Dale goes away as the Toughie Freinds fill their fluff with not-fluffy food.
>You follow Frankenfluffy as he directs other fluffies to the best nummies. It takes a while, so start thinking about your mares.
>But Frankenfluffy is looking around. He looks confused, which is scary because Frankenfluffy is the smartest fluffy you’ve ever met.
>”Wat so scawy bout dis?” asks Frankenfluffy. “How wose fwuffies to…”
>A big scary sound would make you poopie if you still could. Frankenfluffy looks scared too.
>A big metal box is rolling across the grassies.
>Fluffies disappear underneath it and come out as pieces of fluffy and boo-boo juice.
>All the fluffies start panicking and run for the fence.
>Some get caught on the wire and turn black too, but others get underneath it and run away.
>You run at the fence, but trip on a rock right in front of the scary loud box.
>You hear another human yelling as the scary box comes nearer.
>”Take that you little shits! “ yells the human. “Every fuckin’ month I run you bastards over and you never learn!”
>Frankenfluffy is screaming at you. “Wobofwuffy! Git up!”
>The box passes over you and there’s a really loud noise before you go flying over the fence.
>You like flying, but the trees don’t like to play games with you when you’re flying.
>You open your eyes after you stop moving to see Frankenfluffy standing over you. He looks worried.
>”You okay, Robofwuffie?” asks Frankenfluffy. “Tawk to meh, pwease!”
>”I okay,” you say. “I nawt huwt!” You move you leggies to show him you’re okay.
>Frankenfluffy hugs you.
>”Dun scaw me wike dat,” he says. “Hooman wun you over wif wawn mower, but you bwoke it and save wots of fwuffies.”
>All the fluffies are around you now giving you hugs. You like huggies!
>You hug one back.
>You hugged too hard cause his head came off.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 8

>You are Walker, a black and white earth fluffy from the desert.
>You used to be a pet, but since you escaped your human captors and became a smarty friend.
>Every fourth bell day, you come back here to the place where you used to live.
>The smell reminds you of happy times when nice lady human would hug you and give you sketties.
>It’s loud bells day, which means that she's not home.
>You don’t want to see her anyway; seeing her makes you sad.
>But you don’t have time to be sad. You have to use the light box to find out how to get distract Robofluffy.
>You remember watching the light box for hours when the nice lady went out. You were a good fluffy then.
>You've always had a better memory than other fluffies ever since you started playing with the not-fluffies.
>But then the meanie man came. He used to hit you and yell at you for no reason.
>He said you were too smart for your own good, and kicked you when you told nice lady about the other nice lady he had over.
>You had to run away then to get away from the meanie man.
>You push the small box with lights and the light box comes on. It starts to sing a song you remember.
>”My little pony, my little pony, Ahhh ahhh ahh…”
>You slam a hoof on the small box with lights to see what else is on. The happy pony show just makes you mad.
>Why couldn’t you have been a happy pony like them?
>The light box shows pictures of humans dressing up a human doll to look like nice lady.
>They put the human doll on wheels and men are looking at the doll as if it were a lady.
>Then the good guy comes out and uses his bang stick on all the men looking at the lady.
>You always liked the light box when it showed pictures like that.
>You can use this idea. You’ll dress up a fluffy doll for Robofluffy, then you’ll take care of Frankenfluffy.
>You turn the light box back to happy ponies and watch the rest of the show.
>You wish you could stay longer, but the man with the loud scary box is going to be out soon.
>You have to distract the fluffies with nummies long enough to get ideas from the light box. Too bad you lose so many every time.
>If you didn't make them work, they would follow you into the house and make a mess.
>You don't want to make a mess in nice lady's house.
>The pink happy pony is singing, and it makes you so happy you sing along.
>”Smile, smile, smile.”
>You don’t want to leave, but you are the smarty friend. What would your fluffies do without you?
>The sound of the loud box rattles the windows, telling you it’s time to go.
>You take some nummies from the cabinet before you go.
>It’s a bag of Skittles. Nice lady would give you them because fluffies love Skittles.
>”Bye house,” you say. “See again next month.”

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 9
>You are Frankenfluffy, the ultimate alicorn fluffy created from the brains and bodies of three smarty friends by your friend, Dale.
>You try to bring civilization to ferals to help them survive
>With you is Robofluffy, twenty five pounds of titanium and fluff powered by a regular fluffy brain.
>It's been a little over a month and the fluffies are all taking your lessons very well.
>You've taught your mares how to weave basket saddlebags to carry food.
>Their smarty friend, Walker, tried to punish you for letting the mares weave, but you ignored him. Smarty friends are bad for herds anyway.
>This herd is faring much better than your last dozen attempts. By keeping Robofluffy by your side, the only fluffies he's killed are his mares.
>Gotta ask Dale about getting him some no-nos.
>You walk outside to find that the Toughie Friends all have their little herds outside.
>Despite Walker's instance that you teach the Toughie Friends to stick fight, you're going to teach camofluage today.
>"Awight, fwuffies, wisten up!" you say, marching in front of the herds. "On cownt fwee, wan you aww hide." "Wan... two... fwee!"
>Half the fluffies duck down and put their hooves over their eyes. Others wander off. About two dozen actually go into the grass.
>"Fwuffies in gwass com out now," you say. "West of you, wisten up."
>It takes an hour, but you show the fluffies how to put the tall grass in their fluff. The earth toned fluffies take to it better for some reason.
>Because of the other fluffies bright colors, they're still easy to see. You dismiss them and focus on the naturally colored fluffies instead.
>With the added grass and twigs in their fluff, you can hardly see them now.
>"You fwuffies now hidey fwiends," you tell them. "You job hide neaw twouble and caww out when bad tings happen."
>"Dat scawy!" says one of the fluffies. "No wike twouble!"
>"Wen you hide, no wan see you," you tell him. "When you caww out twouble, you move way. Twouble no find you. Save fwuffies dat way."
>The idea seems to penetrate their thin skulls and soft brains. The fluffies practice hiding for a while before Walker comes outside.
>"What you do with herd?" he asks. "Why not teach stick fight?"
>"Dis mow impowtant," you say. "Fwuffies hide an caww out twouble, otheh fwuffies wun away. At mowst, wose hidey fwiends, nawt hewd."
>Walker just glares at you.
>One of the Hidey friends comes up to you. "Tank you, Fwankefuffy! You best smawty fwiend!"
>Walker's eyes bulge out of his skull at the remark. He raises a hoof and smashes the fluffy to the ground.
>"WHO SMARTY FRIEND?" he demands. Walker keeps beating the colt with his hooves and tearing out great tufts of fluff with his teeth.
>Walker's a lot stronger than you, so you don't dare intervene. By the time he's done yelling, the colt is almost naked.
>"Pwease..." begs the colt. "No mow! No wan big owchies! Walkeh smawty fwiend! Walkeh smawty fwiend!"
>"You no fluffy now," says Walker. "You go bad place."
>Again, this "bad place." You follow Walker as he shoves the fluffy down the hill. After a short walk you come to the edge of road.
>Walker shoves the naked colt onto the asphalt. The colt squeals in pain as the hot tarmac burns his delicate hooves.
>"YOU GO NOW!" yells Walker. A passing car causes the colt to defecate himself in terror. "Come back, you go Hole!"
>The fluffy, now racked with sobs, walks across the road and toward the city. You're sure he'll never make it that far.
>A moment later, a speeding car splatters the fluffy over the road way.
>Walker turns back to you. "We go farm now. It bells day."
>"I wead hewd dis time," you tell Walker. "No wose fwuffies my way."
>"No care," says Walker. "You do what want. Just go farm."
>An hour later, the fluffies, each with a grass saddle basket, trudge their way to the farm.
>The first few fluffies, as always run straight for the fence. They fall down as soon as they touch it, and go blank.
>"Put them on wire,"  demands Walker.
>"Got betteh idea," you say, picking up  stick. You lift the wire enough for the fluffies to get under without getting shocked.
>Walker just glares at you before going into the field. "I watch you," he says.
>The hidey friends go near the shed where the lawn mower comes out. They'll warn the fluffies when it's time to go.
>You and Robofluffy lead the Toughie Friends to the cow's barn and load down your saddlebags with the grain.
>As the Toughie Friends steal the grain, you notice Walker going under the fence and into a nearby house.
>You decide to follow, and soon, you wriggle through the fluffy flap.
>Walker is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Rather than being mesmerized like most fluffies, he looks kind of sad.
>"You okay Walkeh?" Walker turns off the TV and growls at you.
>"You go away!" he yells. "This not you business!"
>"I watch TV too," you say. "Hewp wearn tings to teech fwffies. Who house dis?"
>"Not your business!" he yells again, jumping off the couch. "Go way! My house! I kill you!"
>You shake your head, and leave the building. By now, the fluffies are already beating a retreat to the fence
>The hidey friends did their job as expected, and most of the fluffies made it out before the lawn mower even started.
>Upon rejoining the herd, you find that their baskets are over flowing with grass and grains.
>You only lost two fluffies today. It's been a good day for you.


Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 10
>You are Dale the scientist, creator of Robofluffy and Frankenfluffy.
>Your two abominations of science have found a large herd of feral fluffies led by a black and white stallion named Walker.
>The caves that this herd live in must have traces of minerals in them because you're getting terrible signal off Robofluffy.
>It's been almost another month and Frankenfluffies collar shows you that this herd has flourished under his teachings.
>All the fluffies now have jobs that correspond to their available brain power.
>Some hide and scout. Others find food and bring it back to the cave. Others weave baskets and blankets.
>Frank was going to try to introduce the concept of economy, but you reminded him about the last herd he did that with.
>They all starved to death because they didn't want to eat their "munnies."
>At any rate, it looks like Frankenfluffy is about done here, and ready to leave.
>It brings you relief to see that because Walker isn't a normal smarty friend. His memory is perfect and he can imitate anything he sees.
>It's probably a side effect of some mutation and the bovine hormones he's been eating since he was a foal.
>This whole experiment is probably going to net you the Fluffy Prize for excellence in Fluffy Pony Science.
>Checking in on the video feed, you find that on this last day of Frank's stay, he finally agrees to teach the Toughie Friends stick fighting.
>They walk past Robofluffy's Den where it looks like some fluffy glued a bunch of fluffy to a rock and drew a crude face on it.
>There's also a log that is fluffed up to look sort of like Frank. It's all really weird.
>"Rocksy you new mare," he says to Robofluffy. "She real quiet but like strong colt like you. Give her big special hug, she can take it."
>Robofluffy goes to town on the fluffy rock with his usual exuberance. You gotta get that guy his no-no's back.
>Jesus, you've been doing this too long. No-no's? You're starting to think like a fluffy.
>Frankenfluffy heads up to main room where the Toughie Friends have gathered, and passes out thin, whippy sticks to big fluffies.
>"I show you dis ownce," he says. "You use dis on not-fwuffies who twy huwt you." He breaks out your car antenna.
>"Put sowwy stick in mouf," he says. "Den, you step an swing hed. Yeww at what yoo hit, an dey go way."
>The Toughie friends start whimpering as he shows them. "No wike sowwy stick!"
>"You sowwy stick no huwt you," he says. "Huwt otheh tings. Wemembeh dat pain not kiww you, onwy make you cwy. Now pwactice."
>The fluffies whip at each other for a solid hour as Frankenfluffy watches. About half don't make it past the first strike and fall down crying.
>Walker encourages them to keep at it, and soon the fluffies are whipping each other hard enough to leave welts.
>"No wike dis game," whines a Toughie Friend whines as Walker beats him.
>"I love this game," says Walker, as he continues to whip the fluffy. "I fight Frankenfluffy now."
>"I nawt fite," says Frankenfluffy. "I go now. Tank you fow aww you..."
>The snap of a whippy branch cuts him off. Frankenfluffy stumbles back a step, and touches a hoof to his mouth. The video shows blood.
>"Frankenfluffy is dummy friend now," says Walker. "Have mares two month, no give babies. Use sorry sticks on him!"
>The Toughie friends descend on Frankenfluffy with their sticks, beating the living shit out of him as he tries to defend himself.
>"Hewp!" he yells. "Wobofwuffy, hewp!"
>You hear the rhythmic banging of metal on stone. Robofluffy's not coming.
>The fluffies drop their sticks and fall on Frankenfluffy to tear out mouthfuls of his fluff.
>The picture goes sideways as the collar comes off Frankenfluffy's neck.
>"What this?" asks Walker.
>"It nothin..." whimpers Frankenfluffy. "Pwease gif, I go way."
>The black and white smarty friend stomps on the camera. It's completely ineffective; your inventions are built to last.
>Walker looks at it and growls. "This goes hole," says Walker. "You go bad place."
>The picture tumbles for a moment before going dark in a  lake of sewage.
>Oh shit.
>You barely slow down to grab you keys before you rush out the door.
>You've got to get to Texas.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 11
>You are a regular guy, eating a snack outside on a beautiful Saturday afternoon
>It's a beautiful day. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and the fluffies aren't bothering you today.
>You are eating your Skittles with abandon when you feel a tug at your pant leg.
>God damnit, you spoke too soon.
>You look down, and sure enough, there's a fluffy pony at your feet.
>He's mangy too. The fluffy is missing huge tufts of fluff, and you can see his skin is covered in welts.
>He's tried to glue pieces of other fluffies back on with sap. He looks like a fluffy quilt.
>" I'm not sharing my food," you say. "Get lost before I stomp your fluffy little head."
>"Dun wan nummies," he says. The little guy sounds as bad as he looks. "Can you do meh faveh?"
>This little shit box is asking you for a favor? Actually asking? Most of the time they demand.
>This must be one of those smarty friends you've heard of. You decide to play along.
>"Alright turd box."
>"Mah name Fwankenfwuffy," he coughs. "You caw me wateveh you wan doh."
>He's even sort of polite? Must be a lost pet, though you're sure the owner wouldn't want it back in this state.
>"Alright Frankenfluffy," you say. "What do you want? You say 'nummies' and I'll punt you across this park."
>"Wan you make phone caww," says Frankenfluffy. "No haf anyting gif you but tanks."
>He even understands the concept of trade! This little shit's a genius!
>Wait, did he ask you to make a phone call?
>"You know how to use a phone?"
>"Hoofsies too big to diah," he says. "Wost cowwah wen Walkeh wipped out fwuff. Pwease caw Dawe."
>He gives you the number, and the phone starts ringing.
>"Dale here. What can I do for you?"
>"This is going to sound nuts," you say, "but a fluffy pony told me to call you."
>"Holy shit, Frank's alive?" he says. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."
>So he is someone's pet. Nice to see that somebody cares about this things.
>"Look, I know it's probably a huge aggravation for you, but can you keep him with you till I get there? I'm still four hours away."
>"How did your fluffy get four hours away?" you ask.
>"Long story short, he's an experiment," says Dale. "I lost track of him a day ago, and I'm coming in from another state to find him."
>You give Dale an address of a Fluffy Pony Day Care where he can pick up Frankenfluffy.
>He tries to cuddle into your arms as you carry him in.
>"Hey, I'm not your daddy," you say. "Don't start that lovey bullshit with me.
>"Sowwy," he says through chattering teeth. "I too cowd too tink stwait. Tank you, misteh."
>The lady at the counter looks at Frankenfluffy, then back at you. "You sure you're coming back? Fluffies left after 6pm get destroyed."
>Dale's not going to get here that soon.
>"Alright then," you say. "Come on Frankenfluffy. I'll take you to my place."
>You put him in the back of your car  and wrap the little guy in a blanket you keep in your trunk.
>"Tank you misteh," says Frankenfluffy, cuddling up with the blanket. "You good man."
>Frankenfluffy drifts off to sleep, filling the sound of your car with quiet snores.
>Maybe some fluffies aren't so bad after all.

Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 12
>You are Frankenfluffy, the ultimate alicorn fluffy created from the brains and bodies of three smarty friends by your friend, Dale.
>You try to bring civilization to ferals to help them survive, but it seems sometimes that the ferals don't want your help.
>Two days ago while teaching fluffies to defend themselves, they turned on you and beat you with sorry sticks.
>Their smarty friend, Walker, tricked Robofluffy into mating with a rock covered in fluff long enough for him to beat you.
>He thinks a log with your fluff is you now.
>Sadly, Robofluffy is pretty dumb, even for a fluffy.
>You miss him, though, and you hope Dale will be here soon to help you get him back.
>A nice man brought you to his house and gave you an old hoodie and some spaghetti.
>You're still cold, but now you look like a fluffy Jedi instead of a bald groundhog.
>His kids are pretty nice too. You play with them as much as they want, but when they try to hug you, you shy away.
>"Pwease no huggies," you say. "Nawt have fwuff an skin weawwy huwts."
>"I thought Fluffies were supposed to be stupid?" says the boy.
>"Some fwuffies dumb," you say. "Dey wearn witteh box, few wods, nah much else. I diffwent cause mah bwain made in a wab."
>That seems to freak the kids out a little, and they leave you your thoughts.
>The doorbell rings, and the nice man opens it to reveal Dale. You have never been happier to see him in your entire fluffy life.
>You run as fast as you can and jump into his arms. You don't even care that his hugs hurt.
>"I'm glad to see you're okay," he says. "How are you doing?"
>"Nawt gud," you tell Dale. "Got get Wobofwuffy back."
>"You need a fluffy transplant though," says Dale. "We'll go get some fluffies from the center, get some fluff back on you, and..."
>"No wan," you say. "I kiww enuff fwuffies. No mow kiww fwuffies evah."
>Dale nods and turns to the nice man.
>"Thank you, sir," he says. "Hope Frankenfluffy wasn't too much trouble for you."
>"Not at all," says the nice man. "The little guy makes me want to have a one of my own."
>"Get a smart one," says Dale. "I know the name of a good breeder. See if you can get one of Martini's babies."
>You and Dale get in his car and drive off. You're not really sure what to say to him.
>"Sowwy i wose you antenna."
>"It's okay," he says. "So what's the plan for getting Robofluffy back?"
>"Tommowwow fiwst Sunday of monf," you say. "Go fawm, get back Wobofwuffy. Stawp Walkeh too, if haf too."
>"Robofluffy might not recognize you," says Dale . "I brought the fluffy power armor if you want it. You could tear Walker apart with that."
>"No mow kiwwin," you say. "Got pwan."
>The next day, you lead Dale to the farm and have him set up a trap for Robofluffy.
>The toll of bells drifts through the air as some far off church begins its services.
>Sure enough, the herd crests the hill, lead by Robofluffy and Walker. The look on Walker's face is worth the pain.
>"You go bad place!" says Walker. "You die!"
>"Nawt dead yet, asshowe," you say. "Gif back wobofwuffy, an I weave you awone."
>"Who dat?" asks Robofluffy. He doesn’t recognize you without your fluff.
>"That bad fluffy!" says Walker. "Kill him! He going hurt Frankenfluffy."
>Robofluffy streaks across the field at you, ready to crush your head with his clanking mechanical hooves.
>Right before he reaches up to smash you, you jump up and yell "Pway!"
>Robofluffy stops for a moment. "Pway?"
>"Dat mawe oveh dere wan pway!" you tell Robofluffy, pointing to a nearby pile of fluff. "You show hew good time?"
>"Wocksy get mad if specihal hugs wif other mawe," says Robofluffy. "She jewous type."
>"Dat hew sistah, Woxanne!" you say. "She give betteh spechal hugs den Wocksy!"
>That's all the encouragement he needs to leap on the pile of fluff.
>The loud electric snap of metal crotch plate meeting car battery startles the fluffy herd so much that they run away.
>Robofluffy falls on his back, and lets out a huge sigh. "You gif good fewws, Woxanne."
>Walker, on the other hand, charges right for you, and lands a hoof in your face before you can react.
>Despite the pain, you get away from him before he's able to bite your exposed neck.
>"I KILL YOU MYSELF!" he shrieks. "YOU DIE!"
>Without your fluff, you're quicker than Walker, but every blow he lands on you is pure agony.
>Everything is starting to get fuzzy now. You’re not going to be able to last much longer.
>You hear another snap and smell ozone. One of the fluffies ran right into the fence again.
>The fence! That's it!
>You feint and draw Walker closer to the fence, hoping to knock him into it.
>But he’s smarter than that and backs you up close to the wire.
>"NOWHERE GO, FRANKENFLUFFY," he yells. "NOW I KILL YOU!"
>With nothing else to do, you latch on to Walker as he charges and grab at the fence with a wing.
>You see Dale running at you.
>You're not going to remember Dale after this. You’re not going to remember Robofluffy, or Rosey, or anything at all.
>You touch your wing to the fence.
>"You a weal asshowe, Wawkeh."


Frankenfluffy vs. Walker, Texas Fluffy
Part 13

>You are Robofluffy.
>With you is Roxanne, your new special friend. She doesn’t talk much but gives great special hugs.
>Also with you is Dale and another two fluffies. One is wearing a hoodie and the other one is Walker, your smarty friend.
>The hoodie fluffy is sleeping.
>Dale is holding on to the fluffy in the hoodie, but Dale looks really sad. Sad He's making sad water.
>Suddenly, the hoodie fluffy’s eyes open!
>”Dat fuckin’ huwt,” says hoodie fluffy.
>Dale looks surprised and almost drops hoodie fluffy. “Frankenfluffy?” he asks.
>That doesn’t look like Frankenfluffy. You’d protect him if it was.
>”Why I wemember?” asks hoodie fluffy. “Dat fence should haf weset mah bwain.”
>”I don’t know, Frank,” says Dale. “The duct tape I used on your brain probably acted as an insulator.”
>”Weww dats a welief,” says hoodie fluffy. He hops down and gives you a nuzzle. “It me, Frankenfwuffy!”
>You are skeptical, but you recognize those bright blue eyes anywhere. It is Frankenfluffy! You go to hug him.
>”Pwease dun hug,” says Frankenfluffy.  “No fwuff make huggies huwt.”
>”What are we going to do about this little shit?” asks Dale. He’s pointing to Smarty Friend Walker.
>”I haf idea,” says Frankenfluffy.

>You are Abigail
>You came home from church today to find a man and three fluffies standing on your doorstep.
>One was a big grey fluffy robot thing, the other was wearing a hoodie. The third one looks familiar.
>”Excuse me ma’am,” says the man. “Is this your fluffy?”
>The black and white fluffy smiles at you. “Hi lady! Play?”
>”Walker?” you ask. “Is that you?”
>”I Walker!” he says, puffing up his chest. “I good fluffy. You my new mommy?”
>You reach down to fuzz Walker's head.
>”Where’d you find him?” you ask. “He’s been missing for eight months.”
>”My fluffies found him,” says the man. “He got into an electric fence, so he probably doesn’t remember you.”
>”That’s a pity,” you say. “He always had such a great memory. He even told me about my cheating boyfriend.”
>”Well, I’m glad I could reunite you two,” says the man.
>”Well thank you for bringing him home,” you say. “Can I offer you dinner? Perhaps some spaghetti for your fluffies?”
>”Fluffy love spaghetti!” says Walker.
>”I’m afraid I must be going,” said the man. “But keep an eye on Walker, and try to keep him indoors from now on, okay?”
>The man gets into his car with his two fluffies, and starts to drive off.
>You think the robot one is humping a battery in the backseat. Weird.

>You are a black and white earth fluffy.
>You woke up in a field a minute ago, but you have no idea how you got there.
>”I haf idea,” says another fluffy. He’s talking to a human. That human must be your daddy.
>”Daddy?” you ask,
>”I’m not your daddy,” says the human. “You name is Walker, and we’re going to take you back to your mommy’s house.”
>You don’t remember having a mommy, but if the human says it, it must be true.
>Your new mommy is a nice lady, and she gives you spaghetti with marinara sauce for dinner.
>She shows you where to make your poopies, and you remember it like you’re supposed to.
>You fall asleep on her lap as she watches the light box.
>You are a good Fluffy.

>You are Dale, headed home along the highway with your two prized fluffies, Robofluffy and Frankenfluffy.
>Frankenfluffy stares out the window as the miles pass by, and you can tell something’s bugging him.
>”Stawp da caw,” he tells you. You pull over at Frank’s instance.
>He hops down out of his car seat and starts heading off into the grasslands.
>”What are you doing Frank?” you ask. “We’re going home.”
>”Dere more fwuffies out dere to teech,” says Frankenfluffy. “If go home, be fat wazy fwuffy, den wat gud am I?”
>”You almost died out there!” you say. “Is that what you want? To be another corpse on the pile of fluffies?”
>”I wearn somethin’ Dawe,” says Frankenfluffy. “Fwuffies no need Smawty fwiend if fowwow what I teech. Dey betteh cause of meh.”
>”Something will kill them eventually,” you tell him. “It’s the nature of fluffies to die.”
>”I change dat natuwe da way yoo change meh, Dawe,” says Frankenfluffy. “You wait an see.”
>You can’t just let him go like that. Without fluff he’ll be dead in days.
>”Frankenfluffy, wait.”
>He stops to look at you while you dig the power armor out of the trunk.
>It’s fluffed just like he used to be and hides a half inch of titanium armor.
>”I want you to have this,” you say. “I want you to be safe out there without Robofluffy. It’s solar powered so just go outside once a day.”
>”There’s a built in phone if you ever need anything,” you tell him. “And I worked out all the bugs, I promise.”
>Frankenfluffy nods and let you put him inside it. He wraps his armored hooves around your neck in a hug.
>”Tank you, Dawe,” he says. “I make aww fuffies betteh and make you pwoud.”
>With that, Frankenfluffy toddles off into the sunset.
>He didn’t even call you an asshole.




EPILOUGE
>You are Robofluffy.
>Life is pretty boring since you don’t have to protect Frankenfluffy anymore, but your girlfriend Roxanne keeps you busy.
>Dale is watching the light box lady talk.
>She’s talking about how fluffy herds have been spotted using tools in the wild, and making grass huts to sleep in.
>But that’s all for wild fluffies. You and Roxanne are good house fluffies.
>Hopefully she’ll have babies soon. Better give her more special hugs to make sure.
>With a blue flash a and loud pop, you’re back on the floor.
>Oh yeah. Your swag is best swag.

Thus ends the saga of Frankenfluffy and friends.
I hope you all enjoyed this silly exercise in fluffy love/abuse/etc.
Please feel free to redistribute, remix, or reimagine this story. After all, Fluffy Ponies are for everyone.
Frankenfluffy, Dale the “Asshole” Scientist, Robofluffy, Walker, and any other characters are free for your use.

Special thanks to PoniBooru for putting up with this format.

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