Scenario: You are a domestic male fluff, your owner has refused to adopt a special freind so you have ran away to find one so you can have a family and babbehs, you come across a very pretty looking mawe with nice colors, you try talking to her but she runs away from you occasionally glancing back indication she wants you to folllow her, you know something seems off but left home and daddeh for this, she is perfect! you follow her into the back alleys on the town until you turn a corner and OOF. you run into a toughie, two toughies in fact with a smaller male fluffy behind them.
IT WAS A TRAP
turns out the mawe is the smarties special freind who he uses as a lure for unexpected alone fluffies, he is now demanding you pay him tribute (nummies, babbehs, etc etc) for them to not hurt you, you ofc have nothing to give him, all the while the bestest is being a little shit shouting “GIV WORSTEST HUWTIES” “HE DUMMEH DADDEH GIV FOREVER SWEEPIES RITE NAO” the toughies are simply waiting on the order from the smarty to break you.
If I was smart I’d tell the Smarty that I knew where to find the best sketti in the land and I’d be willing to share it with him if he let me live. Then I’d either sneak away or lose him in a mad dash to escape.
But I’m not smart, I’m a Fluffy. So likely I’d cry and shit myself
tbh knowing from what I’ve read about it id just stayed the fuck at home, like oh my owner doesn’t want to give me a mate that’s cool im not stupid enough to try my luck out the streets, like you know what they do to fluffies out there son, nah man im cool
Cuss. Fluffies hate that shit so maybe say some shit that’ll traumatize them. (This is assuming I can cuss cuz fluffy. Maybe the owner cusses like a sailor idk.)
Offer my body to the toughies as payment for not being hurt. When they approach my bared rear to have their way with me, I give them worstest sorry poopies. While the toughies are blinded by my feces, I brutally sodomize and kill the smarty, in roughly that order–not because I’m into other stallions, but rather as a display of dominance. I then brutally sodomize and kill, in roughly that order, the foals of any mare that refuses to submit to me–not because I’m into foals, but rather as a display of dominance. By the time the smarties have washed the shit out of their eyes, I control the herd.
Plot Twist: Your owner was a professional breakdancer and taught you lots of moves, so you end up kicking their asses when all they can manage to do is dancie-babbeh “dancing”.
I’d tell them that my daddah will give them nummies and housie. Lead them back home, where I’d start screaming and crying for help from my daddah. My daddah would be enraged that they wanted to hurt his babbeh, and then I will have a litter pal, an enfie pal, and a punchy pal.
