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This story is about a male human and a female plush dragon, and vorarephilic
content is contained herein. If you don't know what that means then
you probably should look it up first. It's not my fault if you don't
like the story's topic. ;)
Ever Wonder What Plushies Eat?
Steve blinked a half dozen times as he stretched, rolling over to check
the digital clock adjacent to his bed. "Two?" he mumbled,
sitting up and scratching his chest to adjust his T-shirt. "Good,
four more hours." He stood and straightened out his boxers as he
stepped heavily into his bathroom, relieving himself before returning
to bed, wondering blearily what precisely had brought him to consciousness.
Shrugging and rolling over he tugged his nightly snuggle-partner, a
black plush dragon he had unimaginatively named Ebony, under his chin.
A silly smile spread over his face at the feeling of his plushie's softness
against his neck and chin, nuzzling his face a little against Ebony's
head before relaxing fully, quickly falling back asleep.
He woke up with a start, somewhere between daydreaming and being fully
asleep, not sure if the feeling of movement was real or from his dream.
That set him to thinking on the dream he had just had. It started like
a normal night, his best friend going home, Steve taking a shower, getting
dressed for bed, pulling his plush friend out from under his bed's storage
area, and snuggling up with it. But, then, Ebony had come to life, and
had started to lick his chin and neck. It was happening again, he realized,
and he started to relax at such a sensation, the satiny and silky tongue
tenderly grooming at his sensitive skin.
Steve's eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, flicking on the lamp near
him, realizing that Ebony didn't have a tongue. Apparently, it did,
though, considering the way the dragon was sitting there, eyes looking
up at him, tail swishing behind it, mouth slightly ajar in a lopsided
grin. He probably would have leapt from the bed if Ebony had came toward
him, but instead, the dragon waited for Steve to speak, something he
found hard to do for a few moments.
A few deep breaths and disbelieving eye-rubs later, Steve started to
reach out toward Ebony, only to pull his hand back before getting it
close. At this the dragon laughed, a short, pleasant sound, which brought
a smile to the human's face. "You.. you really are real?"
"No, of course not, you're dreaming. Wake up, silly, you're going
to be late for work." Ebony winked, grinning, head tilted just
a little to the side. Steve wondered if the plush was purposely trying
to appear cute, because, it was doing a good job of it. Thirty inches
long, shaped like a 'western dragon' as most called them, black all
over, a little felt ridge along it's back, bright blue plastic eyes
that seemed to twinkle now.
"How cliche," Steve thought, looking at those eyes.
"I know, but what are you going to do?" Ebony responded, in
what Steve started to realize was a distinctly feminine voice, even
as he realized the dragon (dragoness?) had heard his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm a dragoness, and yes, I read your mind. I'm not normal,
obviously, and that's part of my powers. You can call me Ebony, as that's
easier to pronounce than my real name."
"But, but, how did you get here? I mean, I know how you got here,
I bought you.. but I bought a plushie, and you're not just a plushie,
and.." Steve licked his lips and tried to form his thoughts together
while Ebony laughed and stepped forward to nudge the tip of her snout
against his leg.
"You bought this plushie, and I was attracted by the positive energy
you deposited in the object each night you spent lovingly cuddling it
as you went to sleep. I've been here for a week, enjoying your attention
and observing you." She paused for a moment to let that sink in,
then laughed at the thoughts going through Steve's mind. "Yes,
I saw you do that too, but don't worry, the positive energy you radiated
when you did it was quite.. delicious."
Steve was starting to relax, enjoying the tone of Ebony's voice, sitting
up more fully and looking down at Ebony with a smile on his face. "So..
wow. So, why have you let me know what you are now?" He tensed
a bit as Ebony hopped up onto his lap, but relaxed almost instantly
as she nestled up against him, reflexively lowering a hand to stroke
along her back.
"Because, I think we'll have more fun this way. You loved your
plushie, and that was a good feeling to pick up on, but this way you
feel the affection towards me, directly. Not to mention the fact that
I can make you happier if I can move than if I just sit there."
She lowered her snout and nosed up under his shirt, standing up on her
hind legs and pushing herself close.
Steve laughed a little and squirmed at the sudden, soft feeling along
his belly, tickled at first by the touch. But, he quickly wrapped his
arms around the dragoness and held her close, leaning down to touch
his lips and nose to the tip of Ebony's snout which poked up from the
front of his shirt's collar. The plush wiggled around and started to
emit a purr, but before the young man could react to it Ebony pushed
her snout up further and lapped her wide, soft tongue over his lips.
"Take this silly thing off!" He quickly wiggled out of it
and lowered himself back down onto his back, squeezing Ebony to his
chest, smiling widely.
Steve shook his head and quickly let up the pressure he had put on the
dragoness, looking Ebony over. "This.. this is just going too fast.
This is.. wow.." The plushie laughed and started to trace the wonderfully
soft fur of her snout along his neck, licking at it as well, the satiny,
silky tongue making him shiver and hold her tight again. That purring
sound started to come from Ebony's throat again.
"You'll get over it, you know you've fantasized about this more
than once." Grinning at the blush she got out of him at that statement
she raised up enough to lower her snout and surprise Steve with a kiss,
purring against his lips. It lasted several seconds before she was pulled
in closer, the human most definitely enjoying the affection. It ended
all too soon, Ebony sitting back onto her haunches.
Licking his lips, surprised at the lack of shed plush 'fur' onto them,
he looked over Ebony's form again. "You know, I wish you were bigger..
much bigger."
"I know, I know, but there's no room in here. But, then, I don't
have to be bigger." Giggling at the confused look on Steve's face,
Ebony used her plush, un-teethed lips to nip his chin. "Here, let
me show you.."
It took Steve a few seconds to focus his eyes, but when he saw the large
brass trunk forty feet to his side he realized he'd been shrunk. Gasping
in surprise, the miniature human fell over as a huge, gloriously soft
and warm tongue slathered over two-thirds of his body at once. He was
scooped up before he could over-react to his sudden nudity; only he
himself had shrunk, his boxers nearby on the bed.
With the front of his body pulled in against Ebony's belly and chest
and his head tucked under her chin he gave a shiver and soft moan of
joy, nestling his body in closer against the touch without even thinking.
Large, broad, warm paws stroked along his sides, head, back, and rear,
while Ebony's wide, satiny tongue caressed along his neck and shoulders.
He was in heaven, even as a blush started to rise on his cheeks as he
felt himself becoming more than a little aroused.
Ebony apparently felt little embarrassment about the situation and shamelessly
grasped onto the young man's rump, pushing his hips up against her softness
and slowly moving him in a rocking motion. He gulped nervously and started
to move himself away a little. "No, no, none of that!" Ebony
giggled as she pawed at his hands, lapping playfully over Steve's face
half a dozen times to distract him, making him giggle and push at her
tongue.
"But, I-"
"I said no!" The sudden tickling along his ribs made Steve
squirm about.
"Alright, alright!" He panted a little and shook his head.
"You know, you're real pushy for a toy." With a dull thump
Steve found himself back-down on the bed, with each of his limbs spread
out, one of Ebony's paws on each of his wrists and ankles.
Squirming, at first Steve was worried he had somehow angered his newfound
and very appreciated friend, but then he realized that Ebony was grinning
at him. "It doesn't look like I'm the toy here to me, little one."
Before he could phrase a response, Steve was squirming and laughing,
his left side being tickled mercilessly by the tip of Ebony's quite
prehensile tail. To Steve it felt as if the tail had been created purely
for use as a tickling instrument! His back arched as Ebony's tongue
came into play as well, working over his belly, furthering his struggles.
Steve had known for many a year he had a thing for being tickled, especially
while helpless to avoid it, and realized in a part of his mind immune
to tickling that Ebony had known this because of her empathy. Wondering
how many other fetishes the dragoness knew he had, he heard the response
quickly. "All of them, of course!" The plushie's tickling
seemed to stop, only to worsen as Ebony pinned Steve's wrists together
over his head, holding them both with one paw, and used the paw that
was freed up to help as well, working all along his ribs and belly while
her tail tortured his feet. It finally stopped, after enough to make
sure Steve's hard-on was very, very rigid. Instead of being set free,
though, Ebony started to tonguebathe the poor tortured soul.
Giggling and twitching in aftershock, the licking came as a surprise,
but not one that he was about to argue over. The appendage was applied
firmly enough that it didn't tickle, and Steve's oversensitized flesh
was shivering within moments at the delicious full-body massage. "Mmh,
my toy tastes gooood," Ebony teased as her tongue was playfully
applied between her captive's legs, first tickling his thighs, then
tracing up over the underside of his balls. A few more carefully distributed
licks, directly along Steve's twitching shaft, and he was squirming
again, but in a sensual manner, in no way wishing for the tongue to
cease it's actions. The licking did stop, though, as all good things
do, and the young man started to relax after a few moments.
Opening his eyes the first thing he saw was a large, pink void, which
suddenly disappeared as he was pulled sharply forward, his head pushing
against something tight, his entire torso inside of Ebony's warm, incredibly
silky and smooth maw. A second after he realized how good this felt
he realized how dangerous this could be, having no idea what would happen
if this being, this being which he really knew nothing about, swallowed
him whole! He struggled, but his arms had been pinned to his sides as
he had been pushed into the tight mouth, especially as it closed around
him.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I wouldn't hurt you, you should know
that! How else will I get my daily nutritional intake of joy?"
Ebony didn't speak with her mouth, but directly into his head, though
he didn't seem to notice, instead jerking because the dragoness' tongue
had extended outward to trace along his shaft again. Then, the tightness
on Steve's head squeezed while suction pulled over his torso and hips,
his shoulders forcing their way past the tightness of Ebony's throat.
He started to wiggle around again, but stopped within a few seconds
to instead just roll his hips against the tongue that lapped along his
cock, moaning muffledly, eliciting a giggle from the plushie.
"No, I won't hurt you, I just think it'll feel really good if you
feel lots of pleasure inside of me.. it'll taste so great!" Steve
nodded wholeheartedly inside of Ebony's throat, unable to see anything,
hearing nothing except for the moans and grunts that came from his own
mouth as he squirmed around, the tongue slathering over his malehood,
not to mention nudging and rubbing over his balls as well. Another few
strong swallows from the plushie's throat and only Steve's feet were
outside of the plushie's lips, the suction and tonguing pushing him
quickly towards the brink of an incredible climax.
When his shaft got pinned between his belly and the wall of velvet-like
plush throat he lost control, curling his toes up, writhing in pleasure.
His head rolled around as he bucked his hips and shot his seed all over
the inside of Ebony's throat, cum spreading out even more as the dragoness'
swallowing worked over him more powerfully. The pressure rolling over
his body was wonderful, and the more he was moved the more his cock
was pulled along the throat's lining, making him shiver in oversensitive
pleasure. But, his head had pushed through the barrier into Ebony's
stomach during his climax, something he hadn't realized through all
the pleasure, and his shoulders being pushed past it as well brought
him back to full consciousness.
Even as he phrased the question in his mind Ebony responded, stroking
her throat, and thusly the lump therein. "Yes, of course I'm sure
you'll be fine. I don't digest, because I don't eat things. I only have
this opening inside me for holding you. And trust me, it's not a normal
stomach." Despite his curiosity at that statement the dragoness
wasn't going to share. But, as the 'stomach' within Ebony's body began
to suck and pull Steve into it, it became apparent it wasn't mundane.
At first Steve found it hard to do anything, having been curled up into
a slightly uncomfortable fetal position because of the limited space
inside of Ebony's body. However, within moments, he found himself being
manipulated like a puppet, pulled out as if he was on hands and knees,
then spread out on his belly. When nothing happened for a few moments
he tried to move, but found he couldn't, no more than an inch or two
in any direction. And that's when Ebony sprung her surprise on him.
The surface all around him starting to slowly roil and slide along his
form like liquid plush, imitating dozens of soft, loving hands, stroking
all down along his back and legs, scritching him at the back of his
neck, rubbing his rear and balls, caressing along his cock as it started
to harden again. "Being a plushie is such a wonderful experience,
Steve, I thought I'd share it with you." Ebony had spoken aloud
again, considering her maw and throat had been vacated, and the giggle
in her voice was unmistakable.
She curled up on her belly and purred loudly, enough that the vibration
ran through Steve's body, adding just a little more to the sensations
washing over him. The malleable material surrounding him had changed
the touch on his cock to simulate the feeling of a tight plush snout,
suckling on him as if it was in a feeding frenzy, pulling him close
to another orgasm he had no power to stop himself from having. Trembling
in pleasure, Steve thought to himself, "Ebony sure is going to
feed well tonight."
The dragoness just giggled, grinning widely and happily to herself,
nuzzling the bulge in her belly as it cried out in pleasure.
I had fun writing that and I hope you had as much fun reading it! Want
to tell me if you did? Well, my e-mail is gleesilv@nycap.rr.com, so
get typing. ;)
This story (C) Glee Silverwind
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