Day fourteen of Flufftober brings us a snippet of how John likes to make his breeding mare suffer. Occasionally, he will make her watch through a one way mirror, as a nurse mare raises her beautiful children.
There was only one instance in Honeydew’s life where she complained about the roughness of a stud, that being the first time. To make sure that she understood what true pain feels like, John glued her, belly side up, to his porch, and let the local ferals run a train on her for three days. She never complained again.
John had no reason to kill Turd, he did so simply out of boredom and needing something to feed Honeydew for the next three days. He wasn’t hurting for cash or anything, he just forgot to pick up any kibble.
John’s wasted in the breeding field, he needs to invest in a live-cam set-up and broadcast his treatment of Honeydew to the unwashed masses.
But as previously established, John’s a fucking moron. In his quest to make hundreds out of kids he bypassed making thousands off of fellow abusers and perverts. And perverts will shell out fucking loads-a-money for their kink.
Whether or not he was too stupid to even understand where he was going, in the end, he faced the reaper with bigger balls than even the hardiest toughy. A true tiny chad.
Even in the end that little guy showed no fear, he might not have been all there, but he was truly the bravest fluffy i’ve ever seen. Even in the end he told his mother he loved her.
I’m kinda hoping John dies from testicular cancer or something, just so he gets an inkling of what Honeydew went through. Even better, I hope he dies a brutal death and is reborn as the fluffy stress toy of an abuser like him, and when he finally dies, an unknowable entity tells him that he’s going to be reincarnated again so that he will suffer again and again, forever.
Yup. I should do a fluffy family tree some day, since quite a few of my fluffies have some degree of connection, be it by blood or just having crossed paths at some point.
