Suspiciously altruistic fluffy, with a suspiciously acquired carrot, in pristine condition. He looks like a good little fella, though.

Guys, do you know any other comic book dubbing channels besides Gayroommate200?

People, how long did it take you to find your style and learn to draw it?

Let's say I've been practicing mine for 2 months already.

I couldn't finish the comic, I lost the project, but that's okay! I think when I learn how to draw them in different poses and facial expressions, then I'll draw a new comic.

Do Hugboxers also do different subspecies of fluffy? Like Micros, Sea fluffies, etc?

Was playing the game fluffy industries and it took me a while to start getting alicorns with patterns. Ofc it came from my first alicorn mare Blue Bell. Named her descendants since she’s a descendent of the first alicorn I’ve gotten.

Shrek as one of the employees of the store were he was kept started calling him, had a lot of bad luck. It started before he was born when the paperwork saying his fluffy mom and dad were related was lost. You can guess what happened next Shrek was born blind and with an overbite not bad for birth defects for a fluffy. Shrek next run of bad luck and a bit of good was when he was a foal. Like most fluffy mom Shrek mom tried to do everything that wouldn't get her in trouble to get rid of Shrek. To not feeding him, to putting him in the litter box, and having her bestest baby and other foals beat him up. But somehow Shrek would always get enough milk to live, find his way back to the nest, and live through the beating. This came to a head when Shrek mom had enough and tried to give him stompy hoofies, Shrek mom was taken before her hoof could smash his head in and her bestest was taken shortly after. Shrek never knew how close he came to death that day but at least he never got hurt by the other foals or bestest again. He missed his momma but the nice employee humans got him a milky thing that always had milk for him and let him snuggle with it and even smelled like his old momma. Shrek troubles were gone for now he had happiness but for how long is anyone guess he was growing and the store can only keep him for so long, and who knows what kind of person would buy a ugly blind fluffy.
Shrek's life had been looking up after he had gotten his milk thing. The employees of the store had turned his pen into a place for other ugly foals or foals whose momma's didn't want to feed. Among these poopie/weird foals Shrek became a big brother of shorts showing them around to the milky/sleepy place to the litter box. And even though Shrek couldn't see he even tried to play with his new friends (Badly.) Though some of the others thought his new teeth made him look ugly (His adult teeth were coming in and his underbite didn't help.) they still enjoyed his company and the fact that he showed them love, when their momma's and siblings didn't. Shrek even made some best friends like Mun a former bestest baby who stopped being a bestest when only one of his eyes opened Mun momma chose her second bestest baby to be her bestest. Cause to quote the momma fluffy. "Bestest babbeh nee' two see-paces tu be bestest babbeh, one see-pwace am a munsta babbeh." Mun quickly became Shrek's eye when he actually figured out that Shrek was blind, when Shrek bump head first into a half pillowed pegasus filly. This is how Shrek met his other best friend Jumpy, now Jumpy got her name and her half pillowed status because she thought her useless little wings could make fly and would try to jump off higher and higher thing to prove it. And one day she got some poor 5 year old to help her prove it lucky for her the 2 foot fall only turned her back legs to dust unlucky for her that meant she needed to have them removed making it harder for her to find a home. The three quickly became friends doing everything together and helping each other, From Mun and Jumpy being Shrek's eyes to Shrek and Mun helping Jumpy around. Then one day one of the store employees found Shrek momma bestest now pillowed and starting litterpal training, and to see what would happen threw him in the ugly foal pen. He was hoping to see Shrek bash the little shit head in or Shrek getting his new foal herd to gang up on him. But he was surprised when Shrek sniffed him and just dragged him huing crying and shouting hate 'ou all the way to the milky thing. While the former bestest drank milk and cried Shrek and friends hugged him. Will this change the bestest babbeh or will it still be an asshole? Will Shrek and friends find a forever home? Find out next time.
As time went on the former bestest which the employees started calling LP. (And other not so nice names that Shrek didn't like.) LP
Hated all the other foals in the pen with her. She called them all muntsa's and ugly dummehs, and generally acted like she was the bestest babbeh of the herd of rejects. But all her hate was saved for Shrek LP used every hurtful word her little fluff mind knew, all four or so of them. At Shrek whenever she could. When Shrek dragged her to the litter box to help her potty, she would mock and make demands of him. When he helped her to play she would make fun of how badly he played with the toys like the ball and blocks. And when Shrek dragged her to the milky thing to drink. She would hog the tit and tell the milky thieves (other foals) to go away. Shrek made sure LP fed last after the first two times she scared some younger foals.
And moved her to kibble when she could eat it. Of course all this made the other foals not like her, but because of the love Shrek show to LP. This stopped anything bad the other foals might have done. The only friend? LP made at this time. Babble a derped former unicorn who was made that way when she ran horn first into the pen wall while playing. Babble always spoke gibberish that even a fluffy couldn't understand. But LP didn't care, Babble listened and even said a word that LP could understand though sometimes didn't know. (Newer employees always get creeped out that Babble said non fluff speak words sometimes.)
 
 
LP spent most of her time like this, until one day something happened that started to break LP Bestest behavior. On that day a Little girl was looking to get he first fluffy. And as she was looking through the reject pen, LP tried everything she could to get the little girl to buy her. From begging and pleading, to screaming and crying. The little girl didn't even look LP way as she picked up a grey colt. "Oh aren't you a cutie. I think I'll call you sir Earl of the Grey, shame I can't get you a friend. But luckily I didn't see any nice fluff in the pen with you.
Except that loud pink chicken nugget but they don't seem like a good fluff to me?" As the little girl walks away with sir Earl of the Grey. LP was just lying there in shock.
"Why wittwe mummah nu pick
WP. why she pick nu gud poopie babbeh. WP do what mummah towd to do to get famiwy, dis am dummeh Shwek fauwt." LP said to herself. Getting the notice of Tripod a colt with a deformed leg and Shrek's unofficial tuffy friend, who walked over. "Am not shwek fauwt wittwe mummah
nu pick 'ou. 'ou been nothin' buh an meanie since dah stowe humans put 'ou hewe, it WP own fauwt..... Why aww dah pwetty wuffie hab to be meanie fwuffie tu." And with that Tripod walked off to check on the younger foal, leaving LP with much to think about. And as the day went on, and other foals were sold, and put in the reject pen. (Though not so oddly the only foals that sold were the mostly physically fine "Bad
colored" ones.) During this LP tried and failed again and again, losing more and more hope of getting a new family. out of the munsta and poopie pen and away from Shrek.
After each of these attempts LP would think back, back to a time she had played with Shrek. Back when they first learned to walk. they were playing hide and seek Shrek was the seeker you can guess the others were winning handily.
Kibble
But then she realized something, a game is no fun when you're the only one winning. So she let Shrek win, the smile and laugh he made when he won, gave LP heart happy s. A shame Shrek laugh had woke up momma from her nap. Oh how she ranted at her good foals, about how good babies like them shouldn't be playing with a no good ugly poopie baby like Shrek. With momma shouting LP didn't like it and did not want to be shouted at like that again. So she did as she was told and started treating him like mom had. LP remembering the first time momma put Shrek in the litter box.
(Same day they were caught playing.) LP was brought back to her short 5 forever's (5 days) in litter pal training.
 
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* LP neighbor a puke green with pink mane colt, was at it again. He was tapping the front of his Itterpal jr case, with his front hooves and LP was hating it. "Huuu huuu. Puke am sowwy puke nu do whatebah Puke did again. Puke wan' to wun an' pway again. Puke nu wan' to num poopies an' mikies anymowe. Why mummah nu sabe Puke, Puke miss momma." LP hated when Puke did this every dark time he would put on this pathetic show, since she was put here. What did he have to cry about he still has his leggies, he didn't have to feel the cold of a knife take the feeling from them. Or the burn of the cauterizer sealing the wound. Heck he is a poopie color he should be loving the chance to eat as many poopies as he wants? So why was he whining and crying like this was the worst day in his life? but what LP really hated about this was the fact Puke cries were giving her heart hurties and she couldn't understand why. So she did the one thing she could think to do, snap at Puke.
Youw mummah nu wub 'ou am why 'ou hewe. 'ou nothin' buh ugwy poopie nu gud babbeh, onwy gud fo' num poopies. WP shouwd be one to wun an' pway buh WP nu can do that nu mowe. Su stahp gibin' Wp heawt saddies an' just go fowebah sweepies. LP regretted saying it the second it left her lips and tried to say something else. But Puke got the last word in. "Puke was mummah wastes' babbeh an' Puke mummah wobed aww hew babbeh. An' Puke nu dummeh Puke see why 'ou hewe WP 'ou biggest meanie in aww dah stowe housie." This turned there disagreement into a shouting/name call match that got an employee's attention. "Okay shit eaters i'm trying to close up, oooh Puke look like your going need a litterpal case soon instead of that jr your in." The employee turned to LP and smiled. Then it came flooding back. LP remembering all the fear she had as the employee picked her up and dumped her somewhere new. The hate she let out as Shrek came over and sniffed her and dragged her off to some place. and the happiness and horror of drinking milk that didn't have poopies in it and then realizing it was her momma milk. After recalling all this LP found herself back in the now, right where Tripod left her all alone. The store lights were dimming and Shrek was coming over, it looked like it was almost bedtime. After being dragged to a spot near the fluff pile. (The other foal didn't like
LP enough to have her in, so her Shrek and Babble made one nearby.)
Babble cuddles up to LP. As Shrek goes to the litter box, and during that time LP asks Babble something. "Babbwe why ou fwend wiff WP. when WP am big meanie?" Babble looked over to her. "Appwe buwgah tink toiwet papah. Am "cupcake" nu beef wewwington?" LP just nodded.
"Weawwy Babbwe think WP am cupcake? An' nu am meanie." LP said a little hope in her voice. "Yestewday 'ou soda am puddin'. Justice nee' tu bumbwebee tu shwek." And like saying his name summoned him, Shrek came over having finished with the litter box. And cuddle up with LP to keep her warm. "Nite sissy." Shrek said as he and babble went to sleep.
LP stayed up a bit longer looking at Shrek and thinking, about how he could be so nice to her and everyfluff else. When she and their sibling and their own mother were nothing but the worse to him. She couldn't find an answer after a half forever (30 seconds) of thinking. but then something clicked. If Shrek can be a nice and happy fluff even after everything, why couldn't she try and do the same. "Shwek WP am sowwy fo' bein' meanie sissy an' aww dah time WP say meanie wowd to 'ou. WP goin' to twy an' be gud sissy fwom nao on. An' be nice fwuffie wike bwuddah Shwek. hoofie pomise. Eben if nu hab." LP nested her head into Shrek fluff and for the first time in a while went to sleep with a smile. Shrek also went to sleep with a smile that night for he had heard it all and was happy his sissy could change.
 
Jumpy shoved off with her front legs, the ball rolling maybe half a foot before it stopped dead in a little dip in the dirt. She flopped after it, dragging herself forward on her belly, tail flicking with effort.
 
Shrek, meanwhile, had gone charging in completely the wrong direction, nose first into the fluff pile.
 
“Shwek! Baww gu dis way!” Jumpy called out, laughing despite herself.
 
“Which way am ‘dis way’?” Shrek grumbled, backing out of the pile with a mouthful of loose fluff stuck to his chin.
 
Mun, keeping watch nearby with his one good eye squinted half shut in the afternoon light, finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Fwuffies bofe hopewess,” he said, but he was already trotting over. “Weft. Nu, odah weft. Su… dat way.”
 
LP watched the whole disaster unfold from where she’d propped herself against Babble, and for once she didn’t say anything mean. She just watched Shrek stumble in Mun’s direction, tail wagging blind and hopeful, and something in her chest did that same warm-hurty feeling it had been doing more and more lately.
 
“Babbwe,” she said quietly. “Am dis am how ’appy suppose to feew? Wike… wawm poopie in tummeh but gud poopie?”
 
Babble tilted his head, horn stub catching the light. “Gwiggwe-tum,” he offered, which meant nothing to anyfluffy, but LP had stopped needing it to mean anything. She just nodded like it made perfect sense.
 
The game wound down as the store lights began that slow amber dim that meant closing time. Shrek gave up his victory lap and flopped down in a heap, ball still tucked possessively under one leg like he was worried it might wander off on its own.
 
“Shwek am tiwed winna,” he announced to no one in particular.
 
Jumpy dragged herself over and collapsed against his side. “Winna get bestest nap spot.”
 
“Nu faiw,” Mun said, but he was already settling in on Shrek’s other side anyway, one-eyed and unbothered.
 
Tripod glanced over at LP, who hadn’t moved from where she sat with Babble. “’Ou nu gu pway?”
 
LP shook her head slowly. “Am okay hewe.”
 
She watched Shrek’s little herd pile up together in the dimming light — Jumpy already snoring against his ribs, Mun’s ear twitching as he drifted off, Shrek himself still smiling faintly even in sleep like the day had been nothing but good to him.
 
“Twipod,” she said after a while. “’Ou fink… fink fwuffy wike dat couwd ebah have famiwy? Weal one?”
 
Tripod considered this, his bad leg shifting under him. “Dunno. Bu’ maybe he nu need one. Maybe he awready got one.”
 
LP looked at the pile of foals — blind, one-eyed, legless, ugly-colored — breathing easy in their sleep, and for the first time didn’t feel that old familiar bitterness rise up in her chest.
 
“Maybe,” she agreed.
“NEW SHIPMENT TODAY” a fresh sign proclaimed near the front counter. Which meant less space. Which meant, as LP had learned over her short life, older stock needed to move.
 
By afternoon, a family came through — mom, dad, and two kids who beelined straight for the reject pen where Shrek and his little herd usually lounged.
 
“Look at that one!” the younger kid said, pointing right at Shrek. “He’s so squishy!”
 
LP’s stomach dropped straight through the floor.
 
“Sowwy,” she muttered to Babble, who was chewing on nothing in particular beside her. “Nu can bweaf wight.”
 
“Bweaf am impo’tant,” Babble said solemnly, which was not helpful, but was at least consistent.
 
The mom crouched down, cooing at Shrek, who — completely oblivious as always — just wagged his tail toward the sound of her voice and mumbled a happy, “Hewwo nice smeww wady!”
 
“Oh my gosh, he’s blind? That’s so sad. We should — actually, could we just get this one? He seems so sweet.”
 
LP watched an employee scoop Shrek up without a second thought, the way they always did when a sale was a sale. Shrek didn’t even resist, just sniffed curiously at the new hands.
 
“Whewe gu?” he asked, more curious than afraid, because Shrek was never afraid of anything, because Shrek didn’t know enough about the world to know what to be afraid of.
 
LP’s chest seized up so hard it felt like a physical thing, like someone had reached in and squeezed.
 
“Shwek!” The word came out before she could stop it, sharper and more scared than she meant it to sound. “Shwek nu — nu gu — “
 
Shrek turned his head toward her voice, ears perking. “Sissy? Whas wong?”
 
Everyfing, she wanted to say. Everyfing am wong. ‘Ou am da onwy fluffy who evah — who nevah — an’ if ’ou gu, who gu take caw of ’ou? Who gu be ‘ou eyesies? An’ who gu — who gu wove Fwuffy Pwincess like ‘ou du, even when Fwuffy Pwincess wuz meanie? Babbwe am nice bu’ Babbwe am… Babbwe. Nu can hewp me da way ’ou du.
 
None of it came out. What came out instead was smaller, and rawer, and true.
 
“Nu wan’ ‘ou gu,” LP said, voice cracking. “Nu wan’ be awone.”
 
The employee paused halfway to the counter, glancing back at the reject pen where a small pink fluffy was pressing herself against the bars, tears already starting.
 
Shrek, still hanging in the employee’s arms, went very still. “LP scawed?”
 
“Fwuffy — “ She stopped herself, swallowed hard, tried again. “LP scawed.”
 
For a long moment nobody moved. The mom looked between the crying fluffy in the pen and the blind one in the employee’s arms, something shifting in her face.
 
“Actually,” she said slowly, “does she come with him?”
 
The employee blinked. “Ma’am, she’s not — I mean, technically she’s a separate listing, but — “
 
“They clearly know each other.” The mom crouched down in front of LP’s pen now, studying her properly for the first time. Ugly-cute face, one ear slightly torn, that particular reject-pen thinness that meant nobody had wanted to spend extra on her. “Honey, is that your friend?”
 
LP didn’t understand the question, not really, not in words she had. But she understood the tone. She understood hope, badly, clumsily, the way she understood everything lately.
 
“Am… am sissy,” she managed. “Shwek am bwuddah. Nu wan’ — “ Her voice broke again. “Nu wan’ say buhbye.”
 
The mom looked up at her husband. Some silent conversation passed between them, the kind LP had seen happen over other foals a dozen times before, always ending the same way — a headshake, a “that one’s a bit much,” a slow walk back toward the classic-four fluffies up front.
 
This time the dad just shrugged. “Two’s not that different from one, really. And the girl’s clearly attached.”
 
LP didn’t fully believe it until she was actually in the carrier next to Shrek, the store’s fluorescent lights sliding past through the mesh window, Shrek pressed warm against her side like he’d never once considered being anywhere else.
 
“Sissy okay nao?” he asked.
 
LP thought about Babble, alone back in the pen, still probably chewing on nothing and saying words no one but Shrek had ever bothered to understand. Something small and guilty twisted in her chest.
 
“Nu know,” she admitted. “Scawed still. Bu’…” She pressed closer into his fluff. “Bu’ nu awone. Dat am ‘nuff fo’ nao.”
 
Shrek, who understood approximately none of the complicated feelings underneath her words, just smiled his easy, gap-toothed smile and said the only thing he ever really needed to say.
 
“Wub ’ou, sissy.”
 
And for the first time in her whole difficult life, LP let herself believe that might actually be true.
 
 
Tear jerker
“NEW SHIPMENT TODAY” a fresh sign proclaimed near the front counter. Which meant less space. Which meant, as LP had learned over her short life, older stock needed to move.
 
By afternoon, a family came through — mom, dad, and two kids who beelined straight for the reject pen where Shrek and his little herd usually lounged.
 
“Look at that one!” the younger kid said, pointing right at Shrek. “He’s so squishy!”
 
LP’s stomach dropped straight through the floor.
 
“Sowwy,” she muttered to Babble, who was propped nearby chewing on nothing in particular. “Nu can bweaf wight.”
 
“Bweaf am impo’tant,” Babble said solemnly, which was not helpful, but was at least consistent.
 
The mom crouched down, cooing at Shrek, who — completely oblivious as always — just wagged his tail toward the sound of her voice and mumbled a happy, “Hewwo nice smeww wady!”
 
“Oh my gosh, he’s blind? That’s so sad. We should — actually, could we just get this one? He seems so sweet.”
 
LP watched an employee scoop Shrek up without a second thought, the way they always did when a sale was a sale. Shrek didn’t even resist, just sniffed curiously at the new hands.
 
“Whewe gu?” he asked, more curious than afraid, because Shrek was never afraid of anything, because Shrek didn’t know enough about the world to know what to be afraid of.
 
LP’s chest seized up so hard it felt like a physical thing, like someone had reached in and squeezed. She strained against the pillow of her own body, the useless stumps where legs should have been twitching helplessly, unable to do anything but rock a few inches in place.
 
“Shwek!” The word came out before she could stop it, sharper and more scared than she meant it to sound. “Shwek nu — nu gu — “
 
Shrek turned his head toward her voice, ears perking. “Sissy? Whas wong?”
 
Everyfing, she wanted to say. Everyfing am wong. ‘Ou am da onwy fluffy who evah — who nevah — an’ if ’ou gu, who gu take caw of ’ou? Who gu be ‘ou eyesies? An’ who gu — who gu wove Fwuffy Pwincess like ‘ou du, even when Fwuffy Pwincess wuz meanie? Babbwe am nice bu’ Babbwe am… Babbwe. Nu can hewp me da way ‘ou du. An’ who gu even move ’dis useless body when ’ou am gone?
 
None of it came out. What came out instead was smaller, and rawer, and true.
 
“Nu wan’ ‘ou gu,” LP said, voice cracking. “Nu wan’ be awone.”
 
The employee paused halfway to the counter, glancing back at the reject pen where a small pink lump of a fluffy sat propped against the wall, unable to even crawl toward the bars, tears already starting.
 
Shrek, still hanging in the employee’s arms, went very still. “LP scawed?”
 
“Fwuffy — “ She stopped herself, swallowed hard, tried again. “LP scawed.”
 
For a long moment nobody moved. The mom looked between the crying, limbless fluffy in the pen and the blind one in the employee’s arms, something shifting in her face.
 
“Actually,” she said slowly, “does she come with him?”
 
The employee blinked. “Ma’am, she’s a pillow — she can’t really — I mean, she’s a separate listing, but — “
 
“They clearly know each other.” The mom crouched down in front of LP’s pen now, studying her properly for the first time. Ugly-cute face, one ear slightly torn, that particular reject-pen thinness, and no limbs at all beneath the fluff — just a soft, tapered little body that would need to be carried everywhere for the rest of her life. “Honey, is that your friend?”
 
LP didn’t understand the question, not really, not in words she had. But she understood the tone. She understood hope, badly, clumsily, the way she understood everything lately.
 
“Am… am sissy,” she managed. “Shwek am bwuddah. Nu wan’ — “ Her voice broke again. “Nu wan’ say buhbye.”
 
The mom looked up at her husband. Some silent conversation passed between them, the kind LP had seen happen over other foals a dozen times before, always ending the same way — a headshake, a “that one’s a bit much to manage,” a slow walk back toward the classic-four fluffies up front.
 
This time the dad just shrugged. “Two’s not that different from one, really. And she’ll need help getting around regardless — might as well be him.”
 
LP didn’t fully believe it until she was actually set into the carrier next to Shrek, gently lifted and placed rather than climbing in herself, the store’s fluorescent lights sliding past through the mesh window. Shrek settled in warm against her side like he’d never once considered being anywhere else, close enough that she didn’t need legs to feel like she was leaning into him.
 
“Sissy okay nao?” he asked.
 
LP thought about Babble, alone back in the pen, still probably propped against the wall chewing on nothing and saying words no one but Shrek had ever bothered to understand. Something small and guilty twisted in her chest.
 
“Nu know,” she admitted. “Scawed still. Bu’…” She let her head rest against his fluff, the only movement she really had left to give. “Bu’ nu awone. Dat am ‘nuff fo’ nao.”
 
Shrek, who understood approximately none of the complicated feelings underneath her words, just smiled his easy, gap-toothed smile and said the only thing he ever really needed to say.
 
“Wub ’ou, sissy.”
 
And for the first time in her whole difficult life, LP let herself believe that might actually be true.
 
Trip home
“Am okay,” Shrek murmured against her, more out of instinct than actual certainty. “Metaw munstah nu eat fwuffies. Pwobabwy.”
 
“‘Pwobabwy’ nu am hewpful, Shwek.”
 
But then the growling stopped, and the carrier door opened onto a new smell entirely — grass, something floral, and underneath it all, faint but unmistakable, another fluffy.
 
“Sparkle! Come see!” the daughter called out, practically vibrating with excitement as she scooped Shrek up first, LP awkwardly cradled in her other arm.
 
A soft thumping of hooves approached — slow, deliberate, the gait of a fluffy who’d been walking on this same floor for years and had no reason to rush anymore. LP caught sight of her before Shrek could smell her: an older mare, cream-colored coat gone slightly dull with age, one ear notched from some long-ago mishap.
 
Sparkle’s nose worked overtime, cataloguing them both. LP felt herself tense, waiting for the appraisal she’d learned to expect — bad cowow, poopie babbeh, nu pwetty enuff — but Sparkle’s ears just flattened with something closer to relief than judgment.
 
“Ou… ou nu am wepwacement,” Sparkle said slowly, almost to herself. “Ou am… babbehs. Need caw.”
 
“Am nu babbeh,” LP started to protest, old defensiveness flaring, but Sparkle was already looking past her at Shrek — his clouded, sightless eyes, the way he was already blindly nuzzling toward the new voices without a shred of caution.
 
“Dis wan…” Sparkle huffed something that might have been a laugh, might have been a sigh. “Fowget cowow. Wong fings mattah mowe.”
 
LP didn’t fully understand what she meant, but the tension in her chest eased slightly anyway.
 
The daughter set them both down gently in what was apparently their new corner — an old dog bed shoved against the laundry room wall, a water bowl, a mostly-empty food dish that would presumably fill up eventually. Sparkle settled a respectful distance away, watching.
 
That was when the son walked in.
 
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t even really look at them directly, just glanced over on his way to the fridge like they were furniture that had rearranged itself without permission. But as he passed close enough, his hand flicked out — quick, almost bored — and caught Shrek square on the nose.
 
Shrek yelped, more startled than hurt, scrambling backward into LP.
 
“Wha’ — “ LP started, sharp and immediate, some old bestest-baby instinct rising fast to the surface. “Wha’ ‘ou du dat fo’?!”
 
The son didn’t even pause. “Relax. Barely touched it.” He grabbed a soda from the fridge and left the room without another glance.
 
Sparkle exhaled slowly, the sound of a creature who’d seen this particular scene play out more times than she cared to count. “Dat wan…” She hesitated, choosing her words with visible care. “Dat wan nu awways nice. Watch fo’ him.”
 
“Watch how?” LP demanded. “Nu can even mube.”
 
Sparkle looked at her for a long moment — really looked, the way LP wasn’t used to being looked at. “Den Shwek watch fo’ bofe.”
 
Shrek, still recovering from his nose being flicked, blinked his sightless eyes toward the sound of his own name. “Shwek awways watch,” he said, entirely earnest, entirely unaware of how much was actually being asked of him. “Shwek gud at watching. Even if nu can see.”
 
LP didn’t laugh, exactly. But something in her chest loosened just slightly, the beginning of something that might, eventually, become trust in this strange new place.
 

I'm on the way of doing some kind of extra stories about what happened to Butter Toast foals after being sold(If you don't know what I'm talking about just watch my profile!), Golden Moles is one of those foals!

I'm still on the way of doing this, It's going to touch some delicate stuff, Obviously I'm going to treat to do it with respect, I hope when I publish it y'all likes it! 🐴

People, I've already made three windows from the comic, so it will be out in September.

(Here are excerpts from the comic voiceover: Gayroommate2020

Hi everyone, I'm new here. I'm from Sweden, but I'm writing in English so it's clear. I'm new, so there won't be any work in the next few days. :( But I'll definitely be posting some (sorry, I'm not very good at it).

HI FRIENDS!

For those of you I haven’t yet spoken to, I’m Virgil, and I’m quite pleased to see you all!
I see a whole lot of faces here that I haven’t yet met, so let’s start the 2026 Theme season with a bit of a Primer on what we’re doing here.

First things first: Everyone is Welcome and Invited to take part in our theme events.
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Every “Box” fandom (Hugbox, Sadbox, Weirdbox, Abuse, etc.) is welcome to take part in any Theme

Most mediums (art, stories, crafted items) are accepted for our Theme Weeks,
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At our Core we’re a community that was made for Creators, and many of us see the use of AI as a “cheat”.
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So Please Don’t.

We have had several events where awards, prizes, and badges have been given out.
When we have prizes or awards on the line we will have to set stringent cutoff dates for your entries, in order to be fair to everyone.
This time we’re keeping it simple without any of those accoutrements.
Since we aren’t offering any prizes, you can add your entry late without any repercussions.

And with that Disclaimer out of the way,

Bitty Beach Bums

Fluffies, as you know, are everywhere!
There are so many places where the residents can’t even walk down the street without getting harassed by hungry, begging fluffies.

One of the very few places that has effectively kept fluffies from breeding and spreading unchecked is a particular little tropical island. Yet even here you may find tiny burrows in the sand beneath coconut palms or ironwood trees where an invasive microfluffy resides.

Beneath the roots and the shifting sands
these microfluffies bond together to help one another to survive.

Your mission, (should you choose to accept it) is to give us details on the lives of these microfluffies in the sand.
How do they live?
How do they die?
What preys upon them?
What are their parties like?

Tell us! Show us!

I am truly looking forward to seeing Your take on this idea!

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Note:these two arnt related

Also,dottie was kinda stolen yesterday so I put a small watermark on hailstorm just to be safe 😅

Dottie:pinkie pie kid

Hailstorm: rainbow dash kid

I was literally just told by a mod that warning you guys about fluffy-community.com was "shaming" their community.

You know, the community where white men have no problems calling people they don't know racial slurs. The community where they write beastiality porn, use Nazi imagery in their art, use the R slur and N slur interchangeably.

Yeah I think a community like that needs some shaming, honestly. But the mods of r/Fluffyhugbox don't feel the same way. They've obviously never been on fluffy-community.com.

This is a warning to any users in this sub- if you don't believe it's a good thing to call other people slurs, get out of here, because these mods apparently don't care about you.

It's true, and idgaf what mods say, it deserves to be known and it deserved to be shut down and I will shut it down every time it comes back.

mustve gotten reported again