“GUD FEEWS! Oh wow, was dat as gud fow yu as it was fow Mandingo?”
The fuzzy white and now cum-stained slippers remained silent. The bronze coloured stallion pulled himself out of the footwear, wiping his still dripping cock on the heel, and turned around to go have an after-sex snack.
Only to see his mummah standing in the door way, looking very VERY angry.
“MUMMAH?! Um, Mandingu onwy…”
“Shut it Mandingo, I saw the whole thing, you better explain yourself and quickly.”
“Um… yu see… eh… Mandingu onwy…. HUUUHUUUU, PWEASE MUMMAH, NU TAKE SPECIAW-WUMPS. MANDINGU NU MEAN TU GIB SWIPPAS BAD HUGGIES, WUMPS JUS HAB WOWSTESH HUWTIES AN…”
Mummah knelt down and stroked the terrified stallion on the back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not going to take your lumps.”
“Yuw nu?”
“No, what would ever give you that impression.”
“Mandingu heaw stowies aww da timesie in da Shehtah bout Fwuffies whu wose deiw speciaw-wumps cos deiw mummahs ow daddehs fine dem gibben speciaw-huggies tu swippas. Mandingu nu fink he be wun of dem bu see swippas an dey gib funny feew in speciaw-wumps, den Mandingu nu eban knyp wha he duin, jus stawt enfing an…”
“Ok, ok, Jesus I get the picture. Look buddy, I’m not angry… Ok I AM angry, those are some nice slippers, but you’re a creature with the hormones of a teenage boy and the self-control of a toddler. I should expect you to have… urges. I just wish you had told me about them.”
Mandingo thought for a moment, wondering where mummah was going with this. “Wha mummah mean?”
“I mean we have other options, like enfie toys, or maybe your own pair of slippers to do with as you want, or even Hasbio brand new product; The Enfie-Ring, guaranteed to keep your stallion at bay for 24 hours or your money back.”
“Oh, weh Mandingu feew wittew embawwassed bout habben wumps huwt su muchies.”
“But not too embarrassed to leave secret cum-stains in my footwear?”
“Wen mummah put it wike dat, Mandingu see whewe da pwobwem is.”
Mummah smiled and tickled his chin. “See, by openly communicating, we’ve established a set of boundaries and have opened a dialogue that has broken the ice on an awkward but necessary conversation between Fluffy and owner.”
“Yeh, Mandingu nyo knyo dat if hab wump-huwties tu wet mummah knyo so can hab hewpsies wivout gibben speciaw-huggies tu swippas.”
“And I now know that if you do end up making a mess of my material items again, to give you a stern but fair talking to that doesn’t involve graphic castration due to a biological quirk that all males have. But there’s still one thing I don’t know Mandingo?”
“Wha dat mummah?”
“Why slippers?”
“Oh it am com-bee-nah-shun of factohs. Swippas am yoos-awwy fwuffy, wike a Fwuffy, and am wow tu da gwound wich make it eesy fow Fwuffy tu weach.”
“But your stuffy friend is also Fluffy and low to the ground, why not give them special-huggies?”
“Stuffy-fwiend hab a peh-son-ee-fah-cay-shun issoo, Fwuffies fink dat stuffy-fwiends am awive an dat speciaw-huggies be bad cos stuffy-fwiend nu can consent. Wheweas swippas am in da sweet spot of bein cwose enuff tu Fwuffies tu make wumps weact, bu nu su cwose as fow Fwuffies tu feew guiwty bout gibben speciaw-huggies. If we wook at da histowy of swippas in-cee-dents, we can see…”
Mandingo and his owner kept talking as the screen faded to black and the words ‘The End’ appeared across the television. In the board room, Harold Nutworth turned to his potential investors with a hopeful smile on his face.
“Well… what did you think?”
Hasbio Director Richard House slowly and silently stubbed out his cigarette before turning to Fluff-TV CEO Patrick Davidson, the two men quietly exchanged words before turning back to Harold.
“Mr Nutworth…” Richard began. “…We’re not 100% sold on the product, it feels too… artificial. Fluffies might fall for it but owners aren’t going to start discussing their pet’s jizzing habits just because some redhead Fluffy owner told them it was a good idea.”
“Nice rack on her though.” Patrick chuckled to himself. “You reshoot that thing with three more buttons on her blouse undone and I might be persuaded.”
Richard continued. “The fact is Mr Nutworth, the people who rip the balls off of their Fluffies were always going to do it anyway. Hell, once they started making slippers out of Fluffies, the number of slipper fucking cases shot up, we actually believe it was an intentional move by one of our competitors to lead to more castrations in an attempt to lower Fluffy breeding.”
“Didn’t fucking work though did it?” Patrick chuckled again.
“So, we’re sorry Mr Nutworth, but we’re going to have to pass.”
Harold was dismayed but he understood, that was just the way the game was played. He started to gather his materials when an idea shot its way into his brain.
“What if I was to redo the advert but add in 50% more blatant advertisements for Hasbio products?”
“Sold.”
will that include removing 3 buttons of the woman’s blouse? 
cursed lil fucker.