@recreationalsadist requested a story about a Fluffy being tricked with a toy foal instead of a real one. Well this isn’t that story.
Josef Mongola chuckled as he commenced with his latest experiment. He walked into the safe-room where the mare he’s acquired was waiting for him.
“Debbie, I have something for you. It’s your very own babbeh.”
Debbie gasped. “Deb-ee git be mummah nyo?”
“Of course, here you go.”
And Josef presented Debbie with her ‘foal’. A plush-toy in the shape of a foal, complete with real-foal-Fluff (hand-stitched by Josef himself) and a voicebox that said ‘Babbeh wubs yu’ whenever it was hugged.
If Josef’s experiment was right, Debbie would immediately fall for the trick and believe the toy was a real babbeh, then when it refused to feed or hug her, she would fall into a spiral and…
“Dis nu am babbeh.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“Dis nu am babbeh, dis am dummeh stuff-ee babbeh. Yu fink Deb-ee am dummeh?”
“No I just…”
“Come on speciaw-fwiend, nu need dese dummehs, can make own babbehs.”
Debbie turned and gripped her ‘special-friend’, a Wexington Steew Stud-Toy with a heated latex exterior, motorised hips and an adjustable ‘Yes-Yes-Stick, by the ear and carried him out of the room.
Josef stood up as Crimson arrived by his side. “Weww dat was a fukin bust.”
“You’re telling me. You wanna know the worst part?”
“Wha?”
“If I wasn’t as rich as I was, I could easily make my fortune patenting Fluffy sex-toys. That model’s on the market and currently accounts for 5% of my monthly income.”
“So wai daddeh nu du it aneeway?”
“Because then I’d be the guy designer Fluffy Fuck Toys for a living.”
Suddenly there was a loud yelp from the other room.
“OH YEH SPECIAW-FWIEND! WIGHT DEWE!”
Crimson scowled and turned to Josef.
“Faiw point.”
but think he could be more richer with these fluffy mechandises out there with that machine.
all his career. 