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Stuffing Kanga

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

2nd June 2023 (Revised and expanded 3rd March 2024)

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Nestled in a picturesque little hamlet, an enchanting toy store had stood on the main thoroughfare since time immemorial. With the carefully arranged toys, board games and other things that adorned the shelving, one thing truly captivated and enchanted passers-by – from children to adults alike. A magnificent plush kangaroo graced the expansive display window, taking pride of place in the forefront of the store.

In silence, the Kangaroo's glass eyes had witnessed countless processions of individuals traversing the street outside. Few stopped anymore, and even fewer even gazed at it – the relentless march of time has taken its toll. Its once-vibrant fur, now touched by the countless summer sun, had faded in patches. A permanent smile, stitched across its muzzle, now drooped as its head sank lower and lower to its chest – almost in despondency and sadness. One ear had folded over, adding a droop to it, as the plush kangaroo bore silent witness to the silent chronicles of time.

*

A once beloved toy store, a sanctuary of love and enchantment, now stood desolate and devoid of love and life. Its former vibrant spirit had waned with the passage of the years, as the echoes of laughter and the eager footsteps of children faded into the distant memories. Elowen, the tender-hearted and grandmotherly figure who had nurtured the store with her unwavering love, had passed a few years before, leaving behind a void that would never be filled again.

With her passing, the future of the store becomes entangled in a web of familial strife and discord. None of her immediate family wanted it, and as her will had been lost, none of them wanted the expense and difficulty of taking over the store. In the wake of the turmoil that ensued, the store suffered from neglect and abandonment, its toys gathering dust and being forgotten.

Where once was warmth and joy, there now lingered a melancholic silence, a poignant reminder of that which had been lost – seemingly forever. Its once beautiful facade, adorned with vibrant and warm colours, was now ragged and chipped.

As winter came and went, year after year, the store seemed to wait expectantly, for a resurgence of the magic that had once filled its aisles, the laughter of children and the quiet voices of their parents. It was a magic that could only be rekindled through the time, effort and warmth of character that Elowen had brought.

She had been the heart and soul of the shop, now, without her presence, it was a sombre and sad feeling for all who past it by. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, as whispered voices and outright heated discussions happened amongst the townsfolk, as to the future of the once vibrant toy store.

Finally, a young man, called Elliot, great-grandson of Bowen, took over the store. He arrived late one summer afternoon, then stood before the former store and shook his head in disbelief. His heart was heavy with grief and nostalgia, as he unlocked the door, the rusty hinges squealing in protest, a cloud of fine dust particles puffing up with his footsteps as he cautiously entered the abandoned store. A sneeze escaped him, a testament to the fine particulate matter that had occupied this once immaculately clean store.

Muttering to himself, he traced his fingers along the dusty counter, feeling lingering touches of his beloved, late grandmother's presence. With a shudder, he cleaned his fingers on his slacks and wiped away a tear that threatened to spill.

A pang of longing tugged at his heavy heart as he cast his eyes over the dusty, forgotten toys, his gaze sorrowful. He'd loved coming here as a child, such fond memories of spending hours here with his beloved grandmother – then when he'd reached high school – he'd spend countless hours helping her around the store.

“I miss you..." He whispered, then turned back to the door.

As his fingers touched it, he felt something touch his shoulder and he gasped, spinning about and staring wide-eyed. A hint of lilac and rose came to his nose – scents he fondly recalled from his grandmother. As he cast his eyes around the store one last time, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the plush kangaroo.

It sat in the window, its chin resting upon its faded, dusty chest, forlorn and forgotten. A mixture of melancholy and a brief smile touched his lips, as he walked over, then extended his hand, placing it on the scruff of the kangaroo's neck.

With care, he lifted it from its decades-long slumber in the display window, a fine puff of dust enveloping the air as it was disturbed. Carefully, he patted it down, dislodging the worst of the dust from it – watching it sparkle and dance in the sunlight that filtered through the glass windows.

“She loved you most of all," He smiled, his voice a bare whisper, as he held the plush kangaroo at arm's length and gazed into its glass eyes. “So did I – I can't bear the thought of you being discarded and forgotten. You'll come live with me – a last remembered memento of a happier time..."

In that moment, amidst the dimly lit toy store, a flame of nostalgia and grief flowed through him, as he cuddled the plush kangaroo tightly against his chest. He vowed silently, he'd hold this childhood memento close, no matter what happened.

As he left the store and closed, then locked the door, he sighed quietly, then felt like a fool – gazing down at the kangaroo plush as it slumped on the pavement. Picking it up, he pocketed the key and then picked up the plush toy and carried it over to his car.

*

Taking it to the cabin in the woods, Elliot cleaned the plush toy as best he could, getting much of the dust out of it as he set it on the wooden patio and looked at it.

“All things considered," Elliot murmured. “You're in remarkably good condition. Sure, your coat is a little faded and... I'm an idiot, talking to a plush toy like you'll be able to answer me."

“Come on, I'll take you inside - “ Elliot chuckled, as he picked it up and held it close, his arms wrapping around its sun-warmed back. “What I wouldn't do, for a real kangaroo..."

*

As the moonlight spilled through the window, casting its quicksilver-like glow across the room, Elliot slept peacefully, cradling the kangaroo plush in his arms. His dreams were filled with childhood memories, of playing with the toys and the kangaroo in his grandmother's shop.

As it weaved its way across the floor, inching closer to the bed, a profound metamorphosis began to unfold. Stirred by a long-dormant enchantment, imbued withing the plush toy itself and the warmth from Elliot's body, a transformation was set into motion.

Its faded fur rekindled its former soft and lustrous sheen, whilst the glass eyes returned to their former lustre and clearness.

Absorbing the radiance from the moonlight, the plush toy's transformation accelerated exponentially. Short, but sharp, claws emerged from the paws, tearing through the fabric as the dark felt turned leathery and textured. Silvery-grey fur began to sprout from the wrist, adorning the forearm and ascending the arms, spreading to the shoulders and neck, then down the torso, weaving the faux fur into warm, living fur and flesh.

With increasing speed, the plush shed its former identity, its muzzle opening as it drew a weak, gasping breath. Its chest expanded and contracted, and its once-faded eyes closed behind pale lids, before reopening with a spark of life and intelligence, turning a deep brown. Long eyelashes met like two chaste lovers, then parted, as the eyes grew dark and soulful.

A slash spread across the lower belly, shaping into a pouch, the half-kangaroo, half plush's muzzle hanging open as it breathed in and out in quickening panting breaths. As it transitioned from plush to living, the kangaroo felt shivers rippling across the velvet-like pelt. It lay helpless, its lower body still not yet fully transformed, grappling mentally with the disparity it felt in its mind.

Lastly, the change concluded as its lower body, especially its long hind feet elongated and stretched. She stretched her toes, flexing them and feeling the bones move and crackle, whilst the black tip of her tail unfurled, extending down between Elliot's legs.

In the stillness that followed, the Doe quivered, before she timidly placed a leathery paw pad on Elliot's chest and licked his forehead with a soft, moist tongue.

“Mmph - “ Elliot gurgled. “Wha..."

Again, the doe gently tapped him, placing both paws on his naked chest, as she struggled to push herself upright, the ache from her hind legs growing into significant discomfort.

As Elliot's eyes fluttered open, he blinked sleepily, then his eyes went wide and he gasped, seeing the kangaroo doe's eyes go wide as she pushed herself upright. A mixture of fear and astonishment fought on his face, as he shook his head and stared incredulously.

“No...I'm dreaming..." Elliot gasped. “You're not real..."

Confused, scared and hurting, the Doe tilted her head to the side, the floppy ear curling over as she opened her muzzle and touched her throat with her left paw before she shuddered and coughed softly.

“You're...real - “ Elliot whispered, timidly reaching out to place a trembling hand on her chest. His fingers touched warm, living fur and flesh, marvelling at the sensations his fingers brought him. “You're... real – just like my childhood dreams..."

As Elliot observed the doe's confusion and witnessed her struggle, a look of concern crossed his face as he realised the awkward position she lay in. He quickly rolled over onto his side, and he gently released her from his embrace, allowing her to regain her freedom.

With a shiver, the doe rolled over, her warm-furred back briefly touching Elliot's chest and belly as she tumbled off the bed and landed with a thump on the hard wooden floor. Concerned, he sat up and placed his feet on the floor, reaching out to help her.

In her new form, the doe clawed at the timber, coughing and shuddering as she struggled to find her footing. Her paws pressed down hard on the floor and she pushed upwards, slowly lifting her body as she awkwardly dragged her long legs under her and stood upright.

Once assured her feet and tail would support her, she lifted her head, her deep brown eyes looking up into Elliot's.

“You're...beautiful - “ Elliot whispered, timidly stroking her shoulder.

Placing her paws on his thighs, the Doe looked down, then back up at him as she uttered a gentle cough, a smile spreading across her furred lips.

“Uh..." Elliot stammered, then placed both hands over his groin, his blush creeping up his cheeks.

Confused, the doe coughed again and gently clawed at his forearms, until Elliot blushed worse and removed his hands. Gazing down, the Doe's eyes widened as she saw what he'd been trying to hide from her – and she tilted her head back up and made that quiet cough again before she rubbed at her throat with her leathery paw pads.

His arousal almost forgotten, he slapped a hand to his forehead and leapt off the bed, quickly fetching a bowl and filling it with water. Turning about, he watched as the doe crawled on all fours towards him, drawn instinctively towards the water.

“I still can't believe - “ Elliot began, as he set the bowl down before her.

As if she knew what she was doing, the doe crouched down and lapped at the water, drinking it with strong muscular contractions from her throat muscles. When she was done, she shuddered from tubular ears to ankles and looked up at him, her grateful smile speaking volumes.

“I still can't believe - “ Elliot began. “I mean, I fantasised about..."

Tilting her head, the Doe merely crawled over to him, then she placed her paws on his knees and to his surprise, she tilted her head almost vertically as her tongue licked from penile head to base.

“Urk!" Elliot squeaked, slumping down onto the bed, his knees instantly turned to jelly at one lick. “No, you..."

Ignoring him, the Doe closed her eyes as she resumed licking him, her tongue curling around as much of his rapidly firming length as she could, her paws resting on his thighs.

“Stop...please - “ Elliot whispered, fearful and confused.

She paused, lifting her head to look up into his eyes, before tilting her head to the side and gently grasping his length between her paws as she blinked twice.

“It was just... fantasies! I mean, “ Elliot shuddered. “I imagined what it'd be like too... with one like you!"

Her head tilted over further – almost unnaturally, as she rolled her shoulders and happily resumed licking his penis like it was a salt lick. Her furred lips rubbed ticklishly from the penile head down to the base, her tongue growing increasingly slick with saliva as her floppy ear tickled his belly with each downward slurp.

“You're..." Elliot wheezed, as he nervously placed a hand on her shoulder.

Expecting her to twitch, he merely felt her pause for a moment, before she reversed her pose and began licking down the other side.

“Your tongue..." He gasped helplessly. “Oh my god – I wonder...can I - “

He gently lifted her head, watching as she blinked in confusion, before he held himself in one hand, cupping her chin with the other.

“I'd like... I mean..." He whispered, gently stroking her chin with his fingers. “Is it even possible..."

Her eyes locked on his, and her eyebrows raised, almost questioningly as she blinked once.

“Can you... like you were doing, but..." Elliot blushed and looked away.

Confused, she tilted her head to the side, then squeaked softly as he pushed her head down towards his trembling penis.

“Open your muzzle and... use that gifted tongue – please?"

Her ears flicked and she frowned, then obediently did as he asked, before her eyes widened and he pushed her head down further, then gasped as his length slipped between her lips and into her muzzle. At first, she was confused and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

Elliot blushed, imagining how it'd feel, for her tongue and muzzle too -

Almost as if she read his mind, she smiled and breathed out, before dropping her muzzle and her lips formed a tight seal around his length as she eagerly began suckling him. Her head dropped so her finely furred nostrils almost brushed his public mound, her cheeks puffing out, and pressing his penile head against the back of her throat before she'd curl her tongue and pull her head back up – her cheeks hollowing out as she'd lick the sensitive tip.

“Like..." Elliot gurgled, his fingers gripping the coverlet and he leaned back, shuddering in pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings.

Sensing his happiness, the Doe flicked her ears and continued her eager suckling, seemingly without thought or weariness. Elliot squirmed and shuddered, as her hot tongue and slick muzzle would swiftly bring him to orgasm and he had no idea how she'd react to him ejaculating down her throat.

As she swallowed the first shots of his salty, pre-ejaculate fluids, her eyes widened as she paused and pulled her head back, a confused look on her muzzle, before she licked another drizzle from his hyper-sensitive penile head.

“Stop...please!" Elliot pleaded, so close to losing control, as the Doe snorted and looked at him. “Up...come...up..."

Frowning, she blinked, then tilted her head to the side, before Elliot sat up and gently placed his hands under her upper arms and lifted her. Surprisingly, she wasn't as heavy as he expected, and she got the idea, bracing her long foot paws against the end of the bed as he pulled her up onto the bed with him.

“I'd like... I mean, can we even...you know – can we even... make love? Is it..."

Her head tilted, before she looked down at his length, then back up at him. Placing her paws in both his hands, she straddled his thighs and carefully wriggled her way forward, then when her warm cloaca touched his scrotum, he gasped and trembled.

“You are a doe..."

Looking down at him, she blinked then nodded and her adorable smile spread across her lips again. Leaning forward, she looked down expectantly, before looking back at him and tilting her head to the side once more.

“Here – up, up on your toes..." Elliot laughed gently, as he took himself in one hand, holding her right paw in his right hand.

Awkwardly, her toes digging into the mattress, she did as he asked, lifting herself until he positioned himself against her slick, dribbling cloaca.

“I've never... you know – with a king..." Elliot began, and then he gasped.

Without seemingly being the slightest bit reluctant, she lowered herself downwards. Elliot moaned as he felt her cloaca part, and he slid easily up into her amazingly accommodating and slick depths. With a quiet grunt, the Doe wriggled slightly and rocked herself forward, sliding herself fully down upon him as her paws clasped his hand between them.

“Urgh..." Elliot shuddered. “You're so...so tight and...warm!"

With a gentle grunt, the Doe smiled and he took both her paws in his hands, as he began a careful thrusting against her. Her heavy tail lay between his thighs and shins – twitching with each movement as she curved her spine inwards and countered his gentle rocking.

Elliot didn't know what to make of it, as he felt himself almost dismounted again and again, then as he started to slide back into her, the Doe grunted and dropped her furred hips, driving him inside her with surprising ease.

“Slow..." Elliot moaned helplessly, clutching her paws. “I won't... last long..."

Tilting her head, the Doe blinked her eyelids, resuming her eager thrusts against his hips, her vaginal folds clenching and relaxing only to squeeze tighter and tighter with each mounting upon him. Elliot fought with all he had to resist the incredible sensations of making love with this enigmatic kangaroo doe was bringing him...

He failed abysmally...

Her eyes widened, and her smile spread across her muzzle, as Elliot squealed and his hips thrust hard against hers before he convulsed beneath her. His semen flooded into her young body and she pushed her full weight down on him as her vaginal muscles clenched down tight, almost locking him inside her as he filled her womb with his seed.

Her trembles grew and she tilted her head back and sighed in unmistakable pleasure, feeling his body beneath her and scenting his powerful pheromones and salty sweat.

“Urgh..." Elliot wheezed, as he gripped her paws tightly, feeling the Doe milking him of everything she could.

Gazing down at him, she smiled happily and nodded her head, squirming in his tight grip, but not uncomfortable. He remained like a stone inside her – his heart rate pounding in his chest, as he released her paws and slid his hands down her chest, then lightly rubbed and caressed her pouch.

“I never meant - “ Elliot panted, trying to recover enough breath to talk to her.

Confused, the Doe titled her head over and clucked at him, placing her paws on his chest as she leaned forward, then squirmed, feeling his still firm member still deeply lodged inside of her. Awkwardly, she looked down towards her groin, then back into his eyes as she smiled and clucked at him again.

“I... can't - “ Elliot nervously laughed. “Not...yet – give me a little while, and I'll happily make love with you again..."

Seemingly understanding him, the Doe lay down, stretching one long hind leg backwards, then the other one, as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his thudding heart and her tongue licking the sweat. Carefully, Elliot placed a hand on her back, feeling her warm body and trembling.

“You're... real – this isn't some...dream or delusion or..."

With a soft snort, the doe rippled her vaginal muscles and then shivered, her slick tongue lapping at his left nipple as her eyes gazed up at him, her smile on her muzzle stretching almost from ear to ear.

Hugging her close, her warmth complementing his, Elliot shivered and squirmed, then giggled as she licked him again. In the quiet serenity that followed their lovemaking, Elliot and the now-real kangaroo doe shared a tender comfort and mutual understanding. As the moonlight bathed them in its gentle glow, Elliot couldn't help but marvel at what had happened. As she blinked those beautiful brown eyes, a strange look swept over her – one of sadness. It was in that moment, that a realisation swept over him – the enchantment that had brought this kangaroo to life wasn't perpetual.

With a soft sign, the doe nestled against Elliot, acknowledging the ephemeral nature of her newfound sentience – and what he had shared with her. Elliot, in a silent understanding, gently caressed her fur, cherishing the warmth and sensation of her body in every way imaginable. As the night unfolded, they made love again and again, until at last, both sweat-slick and exhausted, they snuggled together and Elliot fell asleep to the sounds of the kangaroo's quiet heartbeats against his chest.

As the sun painted the sky with the hues of a new dawn, the kangaroo trembled and licked Elliot's cheek gently. Her eyes filled with longing, she looked down at him, then turned her head to watch the creeping sunlight as it inched towards her across the floor. As the dawn light touched her body, she quivered and underwent a startling and quiet transformation. The living essence that had animated her began to recede, returning her once more to the plush form she once had. Yet, there was an unmistakable vitality in her glass eyes and the way her fur glistened in the morning sunlight – almost like she had just been made. Her stitching was perfect, her stuffing plump and full – and a lump had formed in her pouch – which pressed heavily against the sleeping human's belly.

When Elliot awoke, he found himself mounted inside the silken, now wet, folds of the plush. He shuddered, gently lifting her light body off of his – before his eyes widened as he set her still form on his thighs. He took several moments to notice the change – for in her pouch – where nothing had been before – he now saw the toes, the tip of the black-furred tail and the head of a baby joey. Its glassy eyes stared from between its long feet, glistening in the early morning sunlight.

“No..." Elliot gasped, as he rolled onto his side, then with a shudder, slid himself free of the silk folds of the plush. “How..."

You know how – His mind told him. No, you weren't dreaming, you did make love, multiple times, to the kangaroo doe – this – kangaroo doe. Whatever magicks transformed her, also blessed her with a gift... Now, you got to clean her up, I think we both understand what I mean...

Elliot shivered, then rose and picked up the plush kangaroo, carrying her gently into the bathroom – where he'd remove all trace of what he'd shared and dry her off...

*

With newfound determination, Elliot placed the plush kangaroo back in the store's window, where it had once sat as a dormant sentinel. This time, however, something amazing happened – at first one, then couples, and more! Started coming into the store, purchasing gifts for loved ones, themselves, or friends. A subtle enchantment enfolded the toy store, bringing joy and happiness once more to the town and revitalising the store itself. The laughter and squeals of children once again filled the air, and Elliot secretly kept his relationship with the plush kangaroo a closely guarded secret.

*

Each time he glanced at the window, he was reminded of the magickal connection he shared with the plush kangaroo. The town may never know about the secrets tucked away within the store, but the quiet fulfilment in Elliot's heart echoed the magick of his and the kangaroo's shared journey.

And so, the toy store, with its plush kangaroo and her adorable joey, stood as a beacon of wonder and joy, silently weaving its magick into the everyday fabric of life around the store.

One summer night, as Elliot closed up the store, locking the front door, he glanced at the Kangaroo plush, and he did a double-take.

Did that thing just wink at me?

END