Meet three good boys who just didn’t work out. (I’ll try to draw The Purple Asshole getting his clock cleaned, if anyone would like me to attempt A Thing Actually Happening.)
Seafoam: Really too young for her, and may well be gay. Note his gentle confusion.
Lemonade: Good friends with Petal, and would make an excellent special friend if he didn’t feel like she’s an aunt to him. Note his forthright expression.
Peanutbutter: Already secretly special friends with a feral living in a vacant lot down the street. Note his look of incipient panic.
[These boys are mentioned side-characters in the story Pretty Petal ]
I love Peanutbutter. He is a Good Man, and stood by his woman through trials and terror! So, he cried and peed himself a little, but refused to breed with Petal, and upon breaking under questioning as to why, ran sobbing to the vacant lot, trying to warn his beloved.
His Gwampa was pissed, but wasn’t about to destroy his li’l pal’s life over it. It’s a “goddammit, now I’ve got fluffies” situation.
Finally, I really like brown fluffies with unnatural trimming, like rainbow manes and heart-eyes and shit.
Why do I feel like Lemonade’s owners have a ‘No Flash Photography Near The Fluffy’ sign in their house? The light would reflect like a flashbang on that bright a yellow-
not a criticism or anything, I like when fluffies have aggressive coats like that
I know it super hugbox, but Peanut Butter’s whole thing make me want to slap him up side the head just because of the incovience he caused. Breeding with a feral could have been risky for all involved. What if his grampa doesn’t want bring the feral mare into his house?
Lemonade situation is interesting because in implies that Fluffies don’t understand the concept of aunts and uncles with niece & nephews being forigen as well.
Actually, his girl is a fuckin’ genius of her kind, and has agreed to be his special friend, but is putting him off on the grounds that “Cowdie times tuu suun, speshow fwen’!”
But everyone assumes their dumb asses already have, so she’s adopted before anyone figures out she’s not pregnant, and at that point the old man is resigned, and tells them to go ahead, with a side if, “but if you’re that damn smart, I expect you to raise your own damn foals and to love 'em all the same!”
ETA: I feel like the verbal nuances of kinship systems would be beyond them, but perhaps not the social/biological ones? You just call others ‘brother’ or ‘friend’, or ‘brother’s baby’, if the herd is doing well and you really need to get complex, but you can smell the difference between your brother and your cousin, and know your different mothers, and the difference from an unrelated new mare’s baby… all of this wildly complicated by the high death and separation rates, with catch-as-catch-can adoption alongside.
Goddamnit man, I laughed myself into a coughing fit. Assumption make an ass of you and me and it sure bite the old man in his, but I’ll give him some slack since Fluffies are known for being overly horny and have a strong desire for babies.
Speaking of babies, how do your fluffies see their foals as? Do they see mother/fatherhood as a game or something to be taken serious?
Yeah, he knows when he’s been had, and he’s actually rather proud of the little critters for having good enough sense to accidentally put one over on him like that.
My fluffies are like humans when it comes to their young, so it’s a spectrum. Some are very good parents, and have the sense to not get pregnant too close to winter, and some literally treat their foals like toys.
