Lance walked around in his saferoom in a state of agitation. He was a unicorn with a soft blue coat, red mane and tail. The stallion was quite annoyed. His stupid dummeh owner had gotten him a special friend for babbehs but he didn’t want them. The orange & green mare kept pestering him!
“Speciaw huggies naow? Babbehs ‘fo Mikan?” She kept asking him, tagging along as he paced back and fourth. Kept running in front of him to present herself, tail pushing to the side to basically make this process as easy as possible. Lance kept shoving her out of the way.
“Gu way, dummeh! Hae’chu! Wan GUD ENF.” One might be wondering: How much better could it get for someone in his position? Hell, the average fluffy would have signed their lives away to be in this position. Yet beyond the baby-gated doorway of the saferoom, he could see them. His special most bestest prized things.
Poofy, fluffy, cute pink slippers. They were mummahs slippers. They were his most favorite enfie things. Ever since he’d matured they were basically the apple of his eyes. If mummah caught him with these prized things, he would pay dearly. However, she was not here. The unicorn puffed his cheeks out, simply staring at his heart’s desire. So close yet so far away. Mikan tugged gently at his mane.
“Mikan gib gud huggies. ‘An gib babbehs. Fwuffies nee’ babbehs ‘fo biggest heawt happies!” She giggled to him and licked his cheek. Lance turned on her and slapped a hoof out.
“Nu wan babbehs! Nee’ swippers ‘fo nu-nu stick. GU WAY!” Mikan looked hurt by all of this, finally leaving him alone for the time being. She walked over to a pile of cushions and sank down, watching FluffTV’s 24/7 Dancie Babbeh marathon. Now he could focus on what he really wanted. The baby gate was a big obstacle. He slapped his hooves against the front of it, only making squeaky sounds in response. Hammed forward, only making it throw him back. Huffing, puffing, the stallion worked the tip of his horn against the edge of the frame. Pushed a bit. The frame wobbled, the gate shifted, it fell over with a rattling noise. Mikan looked over to him.
“Nu, speciaw fwend! Nu weab safe woom! Mummah say…” She was cut off by the belligerent male.
“SHU’ UP DUMMEH!” Stepping onto the gate, he walked into the hallway. There they were. Stooping down, he collected both of the slippers into his mouth. Trotted back into the saferoom looking as proud as could be. Mikan watched him curiously.
He put the slippers on the bed and stood over there with a half-glazed expression. A small trickle of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.
“Hewwo bestest enfie swippers. Yew wan Wance’s biggest nu-nu stick?” The slippers gave no response though. That’d be silly. But man were they looking right sexy to the stallion. He got on top of one and began to go to town! Eyes rolling back, tongue sticking out.
“BESTEST ENFIES! YEW WIKE DAT, BAD SWIPPER!?” Pumping forward viciously, he gave one of the slippers a good working over. Mikan watched this with a horrified expression.
“NU SPECIAW FWEND DAT NU AM FOR SWIPPERS! AM ‘FO MAWE! DAT NU AM MAWE!” She began to cry at Lance’s insanity. He looked straight to her with eyes as large as saucers.
“Am mawe naow!” He switched to the other one, apparently in a frenzy. This was the bestest day ever. Mikan continued to cry for him to stop but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t! This naughty footwear needed to be tamed!
He continued fucking until he got too tired to go on. The stallion couldn’t even be arsed to make it to the litterbox. He just shat on the floor next to his bed and collapsed in a happy pile next to his concubines. “Suuuuu happeh….” He mumbled, beginning to snooze.
Lance’s happy day wouldn’t last too much longer though. His mummah’s voice roused him in a hurry.
“WHAAATTTT THHEEEE FUCCCKKKKKK!?” Mary asked as she entered the saferoom to check on her fluffies after getting off of work. There was Mikan, looking shellshocked. Lance sitting on his bed, surrounded by her now jizz spackled slippers with a pile of shit next to him to cap it all off. The stallion squealed with fear and surprise.
“Mummah! Wance espwain! Munstah man cum tu safe woom ‘n say Wance hab tu gib swippers wowstest enfies!”
Mary narrowed her eyes at him.
“A monster man, huh.”
Lance gave his best smile. “An munstah man hab bad poopies!”
“Uh huh.”
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A month and a half later, Lance sat on the floor having babies climb all over him. There were six. A huge litter. He had to sit there and listen to Mikan sing the mummah song. The babbehs chewed on his ears and constantly bothered him. They made bad poopies on him because they were stupid, dumb, STINKY babbehs and he hated them! It wasn’t like he could do anything about it though. After his mummah had found him with her slippers, she had taken his weggies away and made him give enfs to Mikan.
“Speciaw fwend! Wook! Wittew babbeh su cute!” Lance was forced to watch as his little brown son did a dance. A stupid dance! He couldn’t even stand up straight without falling over.
“Dat was wowstest dance ebah! Yew am dummeh babbeh!” The babbeh began to cry which got Mikan to walk over to her belligerent special friend. Giving him lots of hoofies made him squeal and cry like a baby himself. This was his life now!