Flim Flam Plaything! - By AJIBP

“Flim what is that?”

“Whrat ish whrat?”

“That.” Flam pointed an annoyed hoof at his brother’s mouth.

Quickly pulling the toy from his lips Flim let it flop onto the table. “Oh, heheh… you meant this.” He gulped and rubbed a shaking hoof across his lips, doing his best to remove all the saliva the toy had drummed up.  “it’s um… well let me explain.” His eyes grew wide as his brother trotted closer to the table. “No you don’t have to…”

“Is this… Flim this… goodness man this is huge! I know you wanted one bigger than mine, but this is just….”

“I know!” Flim kicked a hoof against the floor. “It’s just I needed something. You have yours to play with and it’s the real deal at that. Me…” He watched it on the table, oozing his saliva all over the place. “Well I need one too and you know what? I don’t care if its fake it feels real!”

“It certainly looks it.” Flam said as he approached the table for a closer look. “Seriously though Flim, I thought we talked about this. You know these things just aren’t meant for some ponies.” His eyes widened as he reached out and touched it, causing his brother to blush even more. “It’s hairy!” he exclaimed in shock.

“of course it is! It’s meant to look and feel like the real thing after all.” Flim shut his eyes in shame while his brother fondled the new toy on the table.

“I’m not an idiot. It’s just I thought it was plastic. That is,” He stroked it softly from the base to the tip. “It didn’t look so expensive.” He tickled it against his lips. “Oh I say! That does feel nice. I can see why you bought it.”

“Oh, go rub your own.”

“I’m impressed though.” Said Flam ignoring him and choosing to rub the toy up and down his arm instead. “It feels amazing.”

“I know right?” Flim said feeling slightly better about himself. “Just imagine the money we could make going into selling these.” He lowered his voice and nudged his brother. “I know of a few ponies that would love to get their hands on such a sweet sexy toy like this.”

Flam rolled his eyes but he was still grinning. “I already use mine to win over some of the more… uptight ladies in our pitches. Sometimes even the odd gentleman.” He let out a sweet sigh. “Man the stories I could tell. Even the most hardened housewife becomes like dripping putty in front of one of these bad boys. Speaking of pitches and such that’s why I stepped in. We have a show to get to ASAP in Fillydelphia, so put the bucking mustache away and get ready.” Then softer he added. “I’m sure that you’ll grow one eventually.”

“I hope so.” Said Flim sadly. “I really do.”