Average day for Flopies in Palworld

Once upon a time, there was a young Flopie named Fluffy who lived peacefully at Mount Flopie. Every day, she explored the lush, green landscape, often wandering near the small wooden house of a human known as a Pal Trainer.

The human had built a modest hot spring in his backyard, which Fluffy found strangely inviting. Each night, she would sneak into the yard, drawn by the spring’s soothing warmth and the enticing aroma of ripening fruit the human was collecting. She soon developed a habit of bathing in the spring and snacking on her favorite treats — apples and berries.

However, Fluffy's visits weren't without consequence. She would sometimes poop in the hot spring, causing it to stink and leaving the human furious when he woke up.

One evening, the Pal Trainer decided to catch the culprit. He waited quietly by the doorway, eyes narrowed. When Fluffy approached the food once again, he leapt out, shouting, "You little fuck! You're the one eating my food and shitting in my bath!"

Startled, Fluffy chirped in confusion. Without a moment's hesitation, the Pal Trainer overpowered Fluffy and gaped her brutally. After finishing his act of violence, he slapped on a metal chain around her neck as she lay unconscious on the grass.

When morning came, other Flopies unknowingly came upon the gaped Flopie. They chirped anxiously upon finding Fluffy unresponsive, her small body limp beneath the heavy collar. Her vagina and asshole gaping wide. They tried desperately to wake her, to free her, but the collar was too tight and unfamiliar. Their efforts were in vain.

The human, just waking up from his sleep, witnessed the scene and saw his opportunity. He snuck behind the Flopies and punched many of them in the back of their heads with enough force to knock them out. He then proceeded to gape each of them, leaving a trail of gaped-out Flopies in his wake. As more Flopies arrived outside his house, they were also met with violence.

By midday, several Flopies lay scattered around the yard, each bound by cold, unyielding chains. All of the captured Flopies had all their holes gaped. As for Fluffy, she remained at the center, motionless, her once-bright eyes now dim. The captured Flopies would lie there every day, each one bearing a chain around their neck and their private parts gaping wide from the abuse they had suffered. The Pal Trainer would continue his reign of terror over the Flopies, leaving them as victims of his twisted desires.

The chains became a symbol of cruelty with Mount Flopie, once a haven, becoming silent. The wind that passed through the trees carried no chirps, only the quiet weight of gape.