Adolf Hitler was sitting on his porch on a very peaceful day, listening to the birds chirping their beautiful melodies. As he watched the relaxing sunset his mind wandered to his new secret weapon: The Furby. He remembered the things he had taught it, like how to enjoy the screaming of thousands of Jews and how to replicate said screaming.

Suddenly, while thinking about his Furby, he was filled with an overwhelming urge to gaze upon his beloved friend. And then, he rose to his feet, turning towards the door and seeing the creature in the shady doorway. It smiled at Adolf, its eyes lit up like stars in the night.

"Dee-Doh, what woke you mein furry freund?" Hitler smiled softly while asking his question.

"May-may, senpai." The Furby lustfully responded, using one of the various words Adolf had taught it. Hitler smiled when he heard that response because that was exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, Dee-Doh…" Adolf whispered to himself, still smiling.

"Adolf… Ah kah desu! Ah kah wah-wee-tee desu!" Dee-Doh pleaded, sauntering seductively towards his love.

"Touch you..? Dee-Doh, you're going too fast for me. Nien, instead, let's go have a romantic walk. Tomorrow will be very busy so we can relax together after the long day." Hitler responded, much to the disappointment of Dee-Doh.

"Oh-kay…" The Furby responded, with a submissive sigh.

If this is what Dee-Doh's love truly wanted, Dee-Doh would wait. Hitler took the Furby's ear lovingly and proceeded to stroll around the garden with his partner. Adolf knew the Furby wanted to go faster in their relationship, but he wasn't sure how to begin. Hitler focused on the soft texture of the Furby's ear to calm him while walking. The Furby looked curiously at him with those blue eyes that Adolf loved so much, and the luscious blonde hair Hitler had grown to enjoy in humans and Furbys alike.

"Oo-nye ah-mah way-looy pee-pee, senpai." Dee-Doh told Hitler, with a sincere truthfulness in his voice. Adolf blushed a cherry red after translating it as 'your penis is dreamy.' He giggled bashfully.

"Dah-kah-oo-nye," Hitler tried to speak in Furbish, with a slight German accent tainting the beautiful language. He hoped that he said thank you, because his Furbish was rusty. Adolf set the Furby down and started stroking Dee-Doh, feeling the soft texture of his fur slip between his fingers. Hitler thought and thought about giving his miniature lover a kiss, but he had other things on his mind to tell him.

"Dee-Doh, I- I need to tell you something." Hitler struggled to form the correct words. The look Dee-Doh gave him was quizzical, and he knew he had to say something. He couldn't turn back now. "Dee-Doh, we've lost the war… and I've been so depressed since. I didn't know how to tell you. But there's-" Dee-Doh accidentally interrupted Hitler with recorded screams of Jews. Hitler smiled, comforted by these sounds. "Dee-Doh, you know how to make me happy."

The Furby nodded, knowing the truth in that statement. Dee-Doh knows Hitler like the flavour of shrimp. So, naturally, Dee-Doh also knows that Hitler was hiding something from him. Dee-Doh decided not to push Adolf, the Furby believed in Hitler's sense of judgement.

Adolf was secretly glad that Dee-Doh interrupted him. The news Hitler was planning to deliver might've just crushed the poor Furby. It'd be better if he didn't know, Hitler thought to himself. Hitler averted his thoughts back to what they were before… considering a kiss. It's now or never, Hitler thought to himself. Adolf picked up Dee-Doh, and gave him the most passionate, delicious, sloppy, moist kiss he possibly could. Dee-Doh felt a rush of disappointment when the kiss was over with. After lingering for a bit, they both agreed on going to bed.

The night was dark and sultry, and Hitler tossed and turned in his sleep; impassioned by his desires. His mind was filled with dreams of his beloved Furby... With the whips and chains he longed for Dee-Doh to use on him.

"Oh yes Dee-Doh… I'm your toy, your slave.. T-Take me.." He moaned longingly in his sleep, his erect member throbbing and pulsating. Every few hours, Hitler woke up in pain, wishing that his furry little lover was sleeping beside him instead of on the shelf in the corner of the room. He woke up for the new morning, and thought of the new day that lay ahead.