A Guide to Dealing With Your Animate Plushie

by Anima

     I was actually quite disturbed when my stuffed animal started talking to me. I mean, what business does an inanimate object have butting into my life like this? He knows all my secrets, being a silent witness to anything that happens in my bedroom. You just don't think of taking precautions against this sort of thing, you know? Anyway, nothing I can do about it now. He's already decided to make himself known, and has been talking to me for almost a week now. I'm not really quite sure what made me pick the little fox plushie out from the bin of other similar toys at the craft fair...it just seemed the best one. The pick of the litter, as it were. I carried it home tucked under my arm, making my roommates giggle when I walked in. Yeah, I live with two other girls in a dorm on campus. Didn't I tell you? I go to University of Michigan. Anyway, the little fox stayed silent and normal for nearly half the year, and only started talking the night I was dressing up for a dance.

     "Um, you aren't planning on going with Richard are you?" He asked, bead-eyes suddenly alive and piercing. I jumped, then turned around in a circle. I didn't see anyone else in the room...

      "The fox, Angie. The fox! Sees." He muttered, fluffing out his tail and curling it around himself. I crouched down by the bed and stared.

      "That's really weird. You're not supposed to be able to talk you know! And what's wrong with Richard?" I asked indignantly, narrowing my eyes at the fox thingie.

     "I saw him when you took him here to meet the other girls. He's a date-rapist." My jaw dropped open, and I squeaked a little. But this couldn't be right. How would a plushie toy know that?

      "And how do you know that, Mr. Fox? Don't tell me you're psychic too." He yerfed amusedly.

     "My name is Johnny, and if you don't want me to tell you, I won't. But I know what you're thinking right now." He grinned slyly, (Foxes are really good at sly if you didn't know,) and goaded me on with a look.

     "You're wondering whether those rumors about Rich are true. The ones that confirm what I just told you. The rumors that Jessica started--"

     "That's fine Johnny, I really don't need to hear anymore. Alright, so who should I go with?" Shrugging, Johnny leaped from the bed to my shoulder and nuzzled my neck, fine whiskers tickling a little.

     "Why go at all? It won't be any fun, now that you don't have a date. If you want someone to cuddle up with, cuddle me. I'm quite the expert by now, having joined you on all those late-night study sessions curled against your, um,  chest." I blushed delicately, remembering that, while he grinned knowingly.

     "Well, you're sexless anyway right? Why should I care?" I demanded, throwing myself down on the bed and kissing the critter on his coal black nose. He just smiled, and rubbed his tiny muzzle against my cheek. I did have more fun staying home with Johnny than I probably would've at the dance. And studying was even more fun with a soft fox to snuggle and help me deal with World Economics. For he really is rather smart, for having stuffing-for-brains. At least, I assume that's what's in his head. So we got along grandly for a week, the girls not suspecting a thing. That brings me up to now, as I'm trying to get ready for another date.

     "Are you sure you want to go out? It's cold outside! And James Krackle isn't exactly a great catch." Johnny pointed out, sitting on his haunches beside my night stand. Here's where the first pointer comes in: Never let your plushie push you around, unless you want it to be the dominant one. Give 'em an inch, they'll take at least a mile. So I'm ignoring my vulpine friend and taking to the streets with the tall shy boy I know from Chemistry. He drove me to a small restaurant near campus, where we sat in a dimly lighted booth and ate cheap Italian food. James hardly spoke a word, still extremely timid. Now, some girls I know would like that. A guy that's easy to push around can be a lot of fun, but I'd rather have an equal partner. So I didn't do anything to encourage him, (As if he would've responded anyway,) and returned home disappointed. I've learned tonight that foxes are also excellent at being smug. Johnny chided me again and again that night for not listening to him, until I pulled him tight against my chest to muffle him. He did shut up, and soon sleep claimed me.

     "Alright, you were right. But I need to get out! People are starting to talk. Well, the girls anyway. The way they carry on about their beaus, they might as well be married already. Ugh! What should I do, cuddly one?" The next morning, the fox hadn't forgotten about making me feel dumb. Johnny swished his tail, and shook himself.

      "No clue. Why don't you take me to class? I can pick out a good guy." This sounded like good advice, so I packed Johnny in with my books the next day. Class was horribly tedious, as the professor went off on a tangent about the current economic-political situation in Haiti. I propped my chin in my hand and sighed. A little fox nose poked out of my bag at that moment, and tickled my ankle with his whiskers.

     "See that guy down two rows and left five? His name is Dan Curry, and boy has he got a crush on you! But he's into some weird stuff. Ever hear of anime? And...what's this? Oh MY! Uh, mmmm, on second thought, maybe he's not a good choice." He vanished again, leaving me furious at having my hopes raised. Danny was good looking, and treated everyone really nicely! I shook Johnny when I got him alone in the apartment.

     "Make sure he's okay before telling me next time!" I punctuated each word with a shake. Wobbling slightly, he nodded. But the next four classes yielded no prospects, every one of them had a quality that Johnny claimed was unhealthy for me. Finally, I just told him to forget it. Home alone again, I put my plushie on my leg and stroked him to calm myself.

     "Oh well. Maybe next semester. What do you wanna do foxie?" I murmured, scritching behind one of his big, soft ears. Johnny murrrrred happily, nuzzling at my belly.

     "I don't know, but I'm picking up some interesting thoughts from you dear..." I shrugged, it was true. I'd been thinking about Danny, Rich. and even James...without their clothes.

     "It's been a long time, Johnny." I sighed, and lifted him off my lap. "But all I can do for now is..." Stripping while I walked to the bedroom, I fantasized a bit more. I was wet by the time I settled down in the tub, shivering slightly as I felt the cool ceramic against my skin. I felt my sex, brushing the warm, moist lips gently with my fingertips. My private dreams grew more torrid, speeding my hand's motions. Pretty soon I was moaning gently, sliding a bit on my own juices in the tub. In my dream, Danny had straddled me and teased my lust with his cock. I begged him for it, scrabbling at his hips until he plunged forward and impaled me on the throbbing shaft. Ohhhh, this was the best it had been in a while! I could almost feel the meat filling me, grating against my inner walls...and then I opened my eyes. Johnny was between my legs, panting gently as he coupled  with me briskly. He smiled at my look of total dismay, swishing his tail around to tickle my thigh.

     "I have a confession to make Angela. I'm not exactly sexless." He laughed softly as I moaned and orgasmed around his thrusting member. My slick secretions splashed over my little stuffed friend, soaking his fur. Johnny mmmed, and thrust until he too released a bit of liquid into me. He didn't tie to me like I had half-expected, just slowed down his thrusts and gradually eased out of my delicious cavern. His penis was disproportionate, almost six inches long and nearly three thick. That was half his body's length! I stared as the glistening organ slowly retracted into his body.

     "I...I never thought...thanks Johnny." I whispered, still in awe of what had happened. He murrrred, padding up my naked belly to snuggle up under my chin.

     "I'm afraid your thoughts were getting a bit too much for me..." Here's where pointer number two comes in. Plushies are much like human women when it comes to sex, they'll want to stay close after the fact. Cuddle 'em, kiss 'em, make sure they know you love them. And if they're psychic, be sure you mean it! Johnny and I cuddled until I heard one of the girls come in.

     "Oops. I'll shut the door, you start the shower love." Johnny chuckled, and scampered to go butt the door closed. This was an interesting development...but now that I think about it, wasn't this simply an extension of the natural comfort task of a plushie? Mmm, that vulpine cock sure was a comfort in this time of famine! I patted my thigh, smiling winsomely at my fox.

     "Come on Johnny, let's do that again." He was only too happy to obey.

     "Well Ang, what's the excuse tonight? You've got to wash, scrub out, dye and perm your hair?" Janet rolled her eyes at her hopeless roommate. Angela just smiled, and pet her fox plushie.

     "I've done all I care to. See ya around dear." Janet threw on her coat and left. Johnny relaxed, spreading out across my knee.

     "I thought she'd never leave. May I?" He yerfed, his question completed by the sensation of growing fox-meat against my leg. Pointer number three: Once you get them going, your plushie may be hard to satisfy. Mine was as randy as many imagine real foxes are, wanting love at least three times a day. It was a kind of pleasant cycle really. All that sex got me thinking more often about sex, which got him thinking about sex, and coming to me for more.

     "Not now Johnny. I've got to do this paper..." I oomphed as I shifted him off my leg.

     "Are you getting heavier?" I queried, raising an eyebrow at the fox. He rolled onto his back, exposing his need.

     "Yep. Every time we make love, I'm absorbing some of your delicious fluids. I'll keep on growing until I become celibate again. That's where my own ejaculate comes from too, by the way." I hit him with a pillow, upset.

     "Another little secret you've been keeping from me! You're gorging on sex!" For some reason, this suddenly struck me as funny and rendered me a giggling heap. But Johnny was in no mood for humor...I felt his cold nose push aside my panties and slide between the smooth mounds of my buttocks. I shivered and was about to protest before his raspy little tongue darted inside my vagina. I yelped, releasing a flow of my sex-honey for him to lap up. But he didn't stop with his tongue. He shoved and pushed, inserting his muzzle up into my warm recesses. I reached back to try and catch him, but I couldn't move without interrupting that delicious entry...so I let it continue. Inch by inch Johnny squirmed past my swollen labia and inside me. Soon I felt his tickly tail on my clit, and his warm body sliding up further and further. I touched a hand to my belly, feeling him move within.

     "Johnny, I sure hope you can get out of there again!" The process hadn't hurt much at all, quite the opposite in fact. I felt him chuckle in my soft womb, making himself comfortable. His tail slid up inside me as well, finishing the job.

     "Just go on as usual, I'm perfectly fine in here. I just needed a change of scene...I'll be back out before you start complaining about going up a pants-size."   My eyes widened as I recalled what he had said about my fluids, and where he was now.

     "Oh no...I can't imagine how big he'll get in there.." It was true, I could feel him swelling inside me already. An hour before the girls were due home, I looked eight months pregnant. I tapped my belly impatiently, while absently fingering myself.

     "Get out of there, wretched fox! I'm getting stretchmarks." This wasn't true actually, this whole process was having no negative impact on me at all. I felt great...filled to the brim and still going! I thought I felt a nod, and then I began contracting. My sex spurted Johnny out in short order, at little discomfort to me. He had grown...to about the size of a small, natural fox. He licked me joyfully, coated in my moisture.

     "And remember, what grows along with my body?" He murrred, showing me his member. More than a foot long now and four inches thick, it looked big enough to choke a horse.

     "I promise this will never hurt...wherever I use it." He reassured me, seeing the look of horror on my face.

     "It better not, or I'll cut it back down to size!" Johnny gulped.

     "Yes Love..." Pointer number 4: Never let anything your plushie does surprise you. And the new improved Johnny was indeed even more fun. And that huge member did come in handy... I think my roommates are getting suspicious though. They keep smelling my scent...and that of Johnny's synthesized cum, but never could find a man to lay the blame on. They also noted the inordinate affection I lavished on my fox plushie. I took it everywhere I could, and kept it close to me at all times when at home. Sometimes I worry about this attachment...is it unhealthy? But Johnny would pick up on this, and do wonderful things to me. His philosophy was, if it feels this good, it has to be right. And it certainly felt good...from time to time my little foxie would do something weird with me, but the majority of the time, it was just good honest sex. The fox kept getting bigger and bigger...using his powers to mask his size from my roommates. Before long he was bigger than me.

     "Why do you keep growing Johnny? What's the point?" I asked him, lying across his silky russet back. I felt him shrug beneath me.

     "Why not? And it's not really intentional. If I have sex with you, and get wet, I grow. I'm not about to stop having my way with you just because I'm gaining a little weight..." I chuckled, reaching down to stroke Johnny's cheek.

     "No, I guess you wouldn't. Come on foxie, lemme see that big cock of yours..." And so things continued. Until I met Edward. He met me at a restaurant, and turned a night out with my roommates into a date. Soon he and I were going steady, and I brought him home to, well, you know.

     "This is the place." I said ostentatiously, flinging open the door to the apartment. Ed stepped inside, and looked around. The first thing he noticed was the giant fox plushie on the bed.

     "A fox! I love foxes. Want to cuddle him with me?" He asked, a wicked grin on his handsome face. I laughed, nodding. We wrestled with Johnny for a while, not getting any reaction unusual for a stuffed toy during the whole process. Soon clothes were vanishing though, and the wrestling was down to just Edward and me. He was good...not nearly as big as Johnny, and harder. But sometimes a girl likes something solid to hang on to. Johnny fell beside the bed and the wall, forgotten. Ed spent the night, and we made love again the next morning. But he had to go to work soon after. It was Saturday, no classes, so I studied and snuggled with Johnny. My fox seemed quiet.

      "What's wrong Johnny?" He shrugged, laying a big plush paw on my shoulder.

     "Nothing. That's the problem. I spent last night trying to find something wrong with Edward. I couldn't. Everything about him is perfect for you. His flaws are too minor to have much of a bearing on your relationship... I'm jealous, Angela." For the first time since I'd known him, Johnny sounded sad. I hugged him as best I could, my arms not making it all the way around his plushie barrel.

     "Ohhh, don't see it like that. Don't you think it's healthy for me to have some human company?" Johnny stubbornly shook his head. Guess not.

     "Well, he's coming over again after work. So deal with it! I'll still play with you, just not as often. Okay? Don't let this get your fur in a ruffle love." I thought the matter was settled. Edward was great again in bed, and afterwards, played around with Johnny. A squawk of surprise jolted me back awake, as I'd been dozing off.

     "Angie, what have you been doing with this toy? It's got a cock three feet long!" I looked over Ed's shoulder, and sure enough, there, cradled in my boyfriend's hands, was a pulsing fox cock.

     "It sure looks real! How'd you do this?" He went on, poking and squeezing Johnny's member. I looked up at Johnny's face to see his reaction, and was startled to see his floppy jaws gaping open, and a soft silken tongue descending...

     "Look out Ed!" I shouted, trying to push Johnny off the bed. But the fox was too big, too heavy. His jaws settled around Edward's head, cutting off his bewildered question. With surprising strength, the plushie threw back its head and wolfed Edward down in three gulps. I watched in silent horror as the moving bulge slid deeper inside Johnny, his struggles visible through the fabric. Johnny closed his jaws after Ed, and licked his chops dreamily.

     "How...how could you do that! I'll have to cut you open to get him out! Hey, what are you doing?!" The giant fox stood, panting, his lumpy tummy hanging down and bouncing from side to side. He forced me up against the headboard with his oozing cock, using it like a spear butt. Then he moved back, and jabbed my feet with the head of his thick penis. I was about to ask him what the heck he thought he was doing, when I felt a soft suction settle around my feet. My eyes bugged out as I watched Johnny's cock swallow my feet, and begin working its way up my legs. Johnny was in heaven, tongue lolling and eyes rolled back. I screamed, but being the weekend, almost everyone in the dorms was out partying. The thick, hot length of meat gulped me down joyfully, drawing me inside a sweltering, incredibly tight passage. Soon my hips were squeezing in through that horrible slit, and I could see the outline of my body in Johnny's hideously swollen cock. My fox was impatient though, and pushed forward until my head was pressed against the wall. Then he shoved. Now braced, I slid more easily inside him. As the musky passage's rim closed over my head, I realized my feet were touching Edward. Apparently mouth and cock empty into the same big fluffy stomach. It was a great comfort to feel him there, as my arms were sucked inside the vulpine cock. Warm streams of pre lubed the way for my slim body, and soon Johnny had 'eaten' me as well. He burped, then came explosively all over the bed. Thick, strong-smelling fox cum puddled on my sheets in a gooey mass. Johnny sighed happily, settling down on his side and enjoying the movement inside him.

     "Well, now we're all happy. Angie, you're with Edward, and you're both inside me. Everyone wins. Goodnight..." And with that, the fox fell asleep! After he calmed down, Ed admitted it wasn't so bad inside my plushie's comfy gut, and agreed to pass the time by making love. Again, and again, and again. Our fluids stained Johnny's insides, no doubt swelling him even bigger.

     So, I guess I'm not the person you should be listening to concerning dealing with your plushie. Sigh. He'll let us out, I'm sure. At least, I'm pretty sure. I think. I hope. Johnny?

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Purrrrs,

Anima]