Minion Fleshlight

As you walk around the store window shopping items you can't afford your eyes dart to one of the price tags. It's on clearance. You figure this is just a marketing strategy as the store has just opened up but since the item fits within your budget you decide to inspect it nonetheless. It appears to be a bright, blue and yellow cylinder. You assume it's a cup that's been knocked on it's side, maybe one of those lead paint ones, hence the clearance. However, as you inspect it closer, you realize the opening is smaller than that on a regular cup. It couldn't be a toddlers sippy cup, it's too big. Your heart drops as you realize it's a fleshlight. A Minion fleshlight. You develop a deep desire for it. You tell yourself it's just because you've never had a fleshlight before but deep inside you know the real reason for your desire. You start walking away. You continue browsing the store, window shopping the more expensive items. You think you'll be fine until. You're back where the fleshlight was. Your mind has subconsciously brought you to it. You need it. "Maybe I should buy it to save a parent the embarassment." You think. But you know this is just an excuse, you know the real reason you want it. You grab it. You make the walk of shame to the self checkouts trying to hide your shame. They're all out of order. You have to go to the cashier and hope the day has been long enough that they don't even register what you're buying. That hope quickly dwindles as the cashier scoffs. Your hands start to shake out of embarassment, you get your wallet out dropping coins all over the place trying to get out enough for the pleasure device. You definitely put down more than it cost but your only goal was getting out of there as quickly as possible. You hurriedly get in your car and drive. You break every road rule in the books to try and get home before your wife. You want to try your new companion out. As you arrive you run to the door to check if it's locked. It is.This means your wife isn't home. You hurry to get your keys, you're very eager to fuck your new friend and all your neighbours can tell. You fumble getting your keys in the door, you swing the door open and shut it without getting your keys out. You start undressing as you stumble towards the bathroom to get the lotion. By the time you're there you're fully naked and at full mast. It's time. You squirt a bit of lotion onto your erect member and slowly slide it into the minion. Imagery of your mothers facebook memes pops into your head. The pleasure is immeasurable. Your neighbours can probably hear your moans but you don't care. You're gonna keep fucking Bob imagining that all the other minions are watching as you take advantage of their highest crowned member. You imagine the fear in their eyes as they see their leader used. You unleash as your moans get to the loudest they've ever been. You slowly regain your composure, you look around at the mess you made, your cum all over the floor. It seems the reason it was on clearance was the damage. You quickly try and clean the mess before your wife comes home, but it's too late. She's been watching you from the doorway. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She says in a disgusted, agitated tone. "Uhh, nothing sweetie! Just a little thing I picked up from the store." You say as you try and hide it. "Nothing?! You're fucking a minion. What's wrong with you, you creep?" She grabs it and throws it against the wall, it lands with a loud, wet, thud. The impact makes more of your cum leak out. "You're a sick person. I should've never married a brony." She starts to tear up, clearly realising her time with you was a waste. You clench your first. "Well I should've married my twilight body pillow." "The divorce papers will be here next week." She says. "Sorry honey, I'll be marrying Fluttershy!" You exclaim.