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Fluffy Springs Saga
Side Story 34.1

Wednesday, April 13

She stopped dancing when she realized she was alone. Her light yellow fluff swayed a little with the sudden stop of surrounding motion and her light brown mane covered her eyes. She brushed it away with a hoof and confirmed that no unpartnered stallion remained for the dance. Most had found love, but a few had just wandered off, not finding a mare that smelled right. Her heart fell so far, she thought it would break on the ground in front of her. Looking around she could see the others that had wandered off into little orgies of enfs. The sounds of all the good feels being felt were too much for her. She ran to a secluded spot to cry out her sorrows.

She was so wound up in her laments that she didn't hear Sky and Cocoa come up behind her, visibly disheveled, slightly glistening, and a little out of breath.

WHAT'S WONG, BUTTAH? said Cocoa quietly.

BUTTAH NO AM PWETTY! the dairy product-like fluffy wailed. AM AWONE! WAN' SPESHUH FWIEND. WAN' SO MUCH.

ACOWN AN' BUTTAH GET CWOSE... BUT SMEWW... DIFFEWENT. NO NO-PWETTY, BUT NO SMEWW WIKE WAN' BE SPESHUH FWIEND. OTHEWS SMELL GOOD, BUT NO AM GOOD-GOOD, AN NOW, BUTTAH AM AWONE!

Fresh blubbering bubbled out of Butter, blasting the ground below with little blasts of tears. The two older fluffies sandwiched the filly and hugged her in comfort. It took a while, but slowly the sobbing subsided, and Butter managed to calm down.

Sky looked to her with sadness in his eyes. SKY NO AM PICKED HIS FIWST DANCE, he said barely above a whisper.

Cocoa corrected him, with a friendly but much less softer jab. NO, SKY NO AM PICKED TWICE.

Sky scowled, then relaxed. OKAY, TWICE. He smiled at his mate before turning his attention back to the yellow and light brown fluffy in emotional turmoil. BUT SKY HAB SPESHUH FWIEND AFTAH DAT. THEN FWIEND WENT FOWEBEH SWEEPIES AN’ NOW HAB SPESHUH FWIEND COCOA.

Butter was shocked! BUT SKY DADDAH AM BWIGHT! AM WEADER! WHY NO FWUFFY WAN' WEADER FWUFFY?!

Sky and Cocoa both laughed. Sky explained.

SKY NO AM KNOW WEADER FWUFFY BABBEH. ONWY WEADER... and at this, he stopped and shook away some of the fog the sketties still tried to push into his thoughts. ONLY LEADER SPECIAL FRIEND AND FOSTER MOMMAH KNEW SKY WAS BRIGHT'S BABBEH. HERD LEADER MOMMAH GIVES UP HER BABBEH TO ANOTHER MOMMAH. I THOUGHT I WAS HOLLY'S BABBEH AND JAY'S BRUDDAH UNTIL AFTER I HAD A SPECIAL FRIEND. I WAS PICKED THE NEW LEADER, AND WAS TRAINING TO BE A GOOD LEADER. THEN WHEN MY BABBEH WAS COMING, THEY TOLD ME. THAT WAS WHEN I REALIZED MY BABBEH WOULD GO AWAY. TO ANOTHER MOMMAH. ANOTHER DADDEH. I WOULD NOT GET TO PLAY WITH MY BABBEH. HE WOULD NOT KNOW I WAS HIS DADDEH UNTIL HE WAS GROWN AN' HAD BABBEHS TOO, IF HE WAS PICKED TO BE THE NEW LEADER SOON.

Butter looked confused. WHY BWIGHT BABBEH GO TO HOWWY? BABBEH NEED MUMMAH, AN' MUMMAH MIWKIES?!

Sky simply nodded. BABBEH GETS THEM. BUT FROM DIFFERENT MOMMAH. BABBEH NEEDS TO NOT KNOW THAT BABBEH IS A LEADER'S BABBEH. IT HELPS KEEP THE SMARTY AWAY. BABBEH DOESN'T FEEL SPECIAL SO DOESN'T SAY AM BESTEST. AM HERD BABBEH, NOT LEADER BABBEH. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Butter had seemed to have lost her sadness at not getting a special friend and gained a new sorrow for all the babies who didn't get to know their mother or father.

DAT AM WOWSTEST HEAWT HUWTIES! BABBEH'S MOMMAH NO GET TO WUB OWN BABBEH she moaned. DAT AM SO SAD FOW BABBEH AN' MOMMAH AN' DADDEH!

She sat silently while the thoughts rolled back and forth around in her noggin, squishing out the skettie effects. Then the electrons finished playing with her neurons. Butter reached the end of her logic tree.

BUT DAT AM GOOD FOW BABBEH. she said with a resigned sigh. GWOW UP STWONG! GWOW UP IN HEWD, NOT ABOVE HEWD, WIKE A CWOUD. SO DO WHAT AM GOOD FOW HEWD, NOT WHAT AM GOOD FOW WEADEW.

Sky and Cocoa shared a glance then merely nodded in agreement. The three fluffies sat in silence watching the little sex scene down in the meadow slowly burn itself out. New and old couples started mingling again, breaking away from the sketties induced attraction of their special friend. The connections made tonight were still there, but friends no longer virgins had something new to discuss and understand. The herd was reforming, different from an hour ago, but renewed strong and vibrant. Butter stood up. She wished her herd leader a good evening then waddled down into the throng of the herd, regaining her place in the middle.

Sky and Cocoa watched her go.

Quietly, Cocoa sniffed, and Sky leaned against his special friend.

SHE IS GROWING UP STRONG, he said.

A tear formed in Cocoa's eye but she took a hoof to it and stood up tall.

HER BROTHER TOO. PROUD OF BOTH.

The pair pondered their progeny from where they observed from afar. One child with a new special friend and another child learning that love isn't as simple as sketties and huggies.

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Anonymous1: Nyawwww...
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FosterFluffy: I'm a big Sky fan at this point.
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Fogfactor: Just so i have this right, Sky + Cocoa had Butter and Acorn, right? I wonder where the yellow in Butter's coat came from, probably an unknown grandparent
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Anonymous2: “And they watched the gangbang fuckfest, Roman-orgy style, together.”
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PencilWingie: @Fogfactor: Long winded head cannon explanation time! Skip this if you don't care.

In my original brainstorm that created the story, I figured the genetic engineers put in a simple code that would determine coat and mane colors, rather than mucking about with anything natural. Especially when you want hot pink to be an option! So, my HC said that four nucleobases pair up (simplified for my brain in my spreadsheet as AA, AB, AC... thru DC, DD) then line up in groups of three (AC-DA-DA) in a specific genetic location to tell the fluffy body the RGB of the coat or mane color to produce. AA=0, DD=255, thus each progression equals another 17 in value. Children inherit one from each parent, randomly in either front or rear position, generating one of 4096 fluffy base coat colors. Popping mane color in gives 16 million uniquely colored fluffies. Figured that was good enough for silly story about a fictional biotoy. I may have even programmed in a slight chance of random drift, where an A could go to B, or a D to a C. Not sure I did that tho.

On to fake fluffy genetics! Sky's coat code is AC-DA-DA (34-204-204) and Cocoa is BD-AC-AA (119-34-0). Acorn is BC-AD-AA or 102-51-0, getting Bx-Ax-xA from Cocoa and xC-xD-Ax from Sky. Butter is DC-DC-AD or 238-238-51, getting xD-xC-Ax from Cocoa and Cx-Dx-xD from Sky. I could probably generate a hundred of rainbow colored foals from those two. Actually, I just went back in and generated 25 possible foals. Lot of red, lot of green, and one that was solid black with a steel blue mane. That one would have been a keeper.

This all happened at the start of my writing. There's a way in Excel (which I can't remember now) to get the fill color of a cell to be based off of other cell values, and so I was using that to selectively breed spreadsheet-foals to see how often a poopie color foal would pop out from nicely colored ones, and if breeding a pure white coat was possible randomly. It actually didn't take much time, so yeah, it's possible. Knowing Snow's colors, and Sprucie's, I could then back out what Snow's father could have looked like, playing with it until I found one I liked, and put that into the story. All of Sprucie's foal colors were the result of that spreadsheet as well. I would generate hundreds of possible foals, then selectively pick some interesting ones. In fact, every foal in the entire story was colorized that way.

It's also the spark behind the MyFluffy business. Figure that guy found information on where to look for the color keys. Simple genetic chip check, and his computer system can determine which two fluffies should mate to generate a greater chance of a specific color. Then, on top of that, he's found nutritional supplements that force the mare's biology to select for certain colors as well, figuring that Hasbio would use that to produce seasonal fluffies. Need more pink for Valentine's Day? Supplement #A-37. St. Patrick's green? #C-17. Etc.

But that's all just in case you were curious.

I'd like to turn that HC into a point and click fluffy breeding game, trying to time the markets for what colors are needed, but it all depends on what holds my attention the next few years.
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Anonymous3(2): Damn, boy, It may be possible that you are wasting your brainpower on this fluffy crap.
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PencilWingie: @Anonymous: Oh, that thought has crossed my mind! The tale has dogged me so much that my other hobbies have suffered. But it's out of my head now, and sometimes that's all I need to move on.