The Kuhna slunk along, weaving through roots and crawling beneath the undergrowth. His fur provided him with perfect camoflage: a medium green with stripes of sandy brown. Even his paw pads were advantageous, soft and smooth enough to leave no mark on the forest floor. But his head... it was a pumpkin. He kept bumping it off of the trunks of trees, and he struggled to keep himself balanced under the weight of it. The last part was barely noticeable, seeing as the pumpkin had been there for years, but it was still a hindrance. Pandor didn't really mind it, though. He simply adored the scent the pumpkin gave off, and it tasted good, too. But the Headless Kuhna couldn't wash himself the proper feline way with it in place... And that was where the problem had started.
"Paaaandooor! Waaaaiiiiit!"
Butters always took things the wrong way.
Stupid Cake Kuhna... Xai're, I hate his guts! You see, if Pandor had asked one of the females for help with his grooming, things would have been said. Rumors would fly, he'd get elbowed at all of the wrong times, and Dawnhawk would get WAY overexcited. Oh, she would be off the wall! She'd probably get them their own room, and notify all of her friends, and arrange breedings... Pandor didn't need that. So he asked Butters.
"Hey, dude... Can I get a little help, here? Cuz my head... y'know... Can't really reach..."
Bad idea. Baaaaaaaad idea. Because Butters... goes for guys. Instead of girls. Guys.
Nobody told the Headless that when he came!
And now he was stuck with that little parasite, following him everywhere he went, being all sensitive and... gay.
"Paaandoooor!" he whined loudly. The Cake's path could be followed easily by sound alone as he stumbled through the forest, squishing all of the small plants in his way. Pandor COULD NOT stand it.
He whipped around. "Butters, stop it, man! Xai're! Ugh, you know, I'm meeting somebody out here." the Headless bluffed, doing his best to look hurried. "And she's hot. So I really need you to lay off, cuz if she thinks that I like guys, it's totally gonna be over."
Butters' eyes began to water, and his ears pressed against his skull. "But, Pan.."
"No, no, Leopold, just no. C'mon. Just... gimme this. PLEASE. Go n'.. find some other dude. Not me. No way. I don't swing that way."
Butters blinked, a few fat tears spilling out of crystal blue eyes. Nobody ever called him Leopold any more. He doubted that anyone even knew that it was his name.
"Ja. Yaa. O-okay, Pan. I.. Gotcha. Yup." The Cake Kuhna gave his unwilling half-companion one last glance, then turned away, cake-batter light tails dragging sadly on the ground. And already, Pandor could hear sniffles. He hoped, honestly, that not all slash guys behaved like that. He doubted that they did, but a shudder passed through him at the prospect, anyway.
A room full of Butters... That would be BAD.