By the end of the fluffy wars, the chubby, loveable, yet stupid creatures we loaved (loved/loathed) are extinct outside of tightly controlled human breeding programs. In their place stand three new lineages.
Firstly, you have the blubbery, blundering livestock fluffies derived from fluffies with Wolfram’s Syndrome, which grace the average person 's palate on the regular. In the place of the original pet fluffies you have a race of cowardly, trembling, entirely helpless creatures that almost cry when you pet them.
Any fluffy that had enough traits to succeede in the wild has joined the wild herds and become part of the HerdMind, comprised of embittered, somewhat less chunky dog-horse-pig creatures that are at least 25% Hunting Friend, with stronger legs, sharp teeth, and solid hooves.
Rejected by most of the natural and supernatural worlds out of hand, they are stronger, harder, faster, and maybe slightly smarter. Smart enough to know that the one species that ever could truly love them never will. For the most part, the world is theirs, but they never wanted the world. They wanted huggies, wub, sketties, sex, toys, friends, and other simple things.
Maybe they can find them in the ruins of the places mankind no longer wants.
NOTE: Classical Wolfram’s Syndrome fluffies had a congenital lack of Larur’s Lumps, leading to flat cheeks. Selective breeding restored this trait in contemporary meat fluffies.
