Don't Forget Me Again
Having just graduated from college, Brian takes the opportunity to visit his parents and clear out his childhood room. While sorting through his old possessions, he comes across a faded doll, which he discards without a second thought. A grave mistake, as it soon turns out…
This story originated from a rough idea of an unloved doll turning into a banette and taking revenge on its former, neglectful owner, and it turned into this dark tale with plushification and rape , featuring the family's zorua as well. So remember to treat your stuffed toys nicely, or they might develop a grudge and come back at you with a vengeance when you least expect it~ I wish you a fun read, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments on this story!
It had been a while since Brian had last visited his parents, but his childhood room still looked the same as it had when he had left for college, preserved as if in a time capsule. But now that he had graduated, it was finally time to clean up and sort through his belongings to decide what he wanted to take along to his new apartment, and what didn't even have enough of a sentimental value to keep at all. So he grabbed the first empty laundry basket he could find, emptied half the contents of his dresser into it, and sat on the edge of his bed to go through his old stuff, piece by piece.
Busy sorting and reminiscing on memories long past, minutes soon turned into hours, and by the time Brian reached the bottom of the basket, the sun was closing in on the horizon. Just a few more items awaited his judgment, the largest of which was a battered gray doll with pink eyes and a faded brass grin. It must've been ages since his mother had put it aside, as he barely remembered ever owning such a strange plushie, but as he kept tilting and turning it, inspecting it from all angles, a few blurry memories began to trickle in. Smiley, that was the name he eventually linked to the doll, but the years had been as cruel to the plushie as to his memory of it. It was so worn out and rumpled that it didn't even seem worth giving away, so he tossed it into a corner without a second thought and carried on with the last few things in the basket.
Just as Brian finished the first batch, his mother called him for dinner, and he soon forgot about the tedious sorting as the rest of the day ran its course. Enjoying his first meal with his parents in half a year, he spent most of the time telling them about his last few months at college while the family's zorua, Nicky, bounced around him with ecstatic yips and bottomless energy until late into the evening. And when he finally returned to his room, he was so tired that simply just dropped into his bed and dozed off right away with a big smile on his face.
Brian's slumber wouldn't last much past midnight, though, when a raucous snicker ripped him out of his dreams. He awoke with a heavy groan, his heart hammering in his chest and his skin drenched in sweat from a nightmare he could barely remember. Rubbing his eyes, he turned to his nightstand and checked his digital clock, only to notice a pair of glowing red orbs beside the blurry digits. What was that? He sluggishly reached for the clock and randomly pressed the buttons on the top, but the strange dots remained, not responding to any of the buttons he pressed.
Then, as he pulled back his arm, the orbs blinked.
Brian jerked up as if a krabby had pinched him, only just managing to stifle a scream when the glowing eyes suddenly turned and peered straight at him, an eerily glittering brass zipper grinning at him from the darkness. It was the face of his discarded doll! An even colder shiver raced down his spine when it crept off the nightstand, tumbled down on his bed, and crawled toward him.
Paralyzed with horror, he watched as it slowly approached him, only to stop a few inches from his feet. Still staring at him, its mouth zipper opened with a rusty, metallic rasp and a breathy, shadowy voice emerged, "Hello, Brian. Do you remember me? It's me, Smiley."
"W-what? That's i-impossible!" Brian stammered, pale as fresh snow. "How are you moving? How are you talking?"
"Today was the first time I got to see you in a decade. I was so excited when I recognized your face, but then you glared at me in disgust and threw me into the trash without thinking twice. I used to be your favorite toy. You used to love me," the sentient doll hissed with bunched fists.
"F-favorite? Loved you? I- I must've been so young that I h-hardly remember it," Brian squeaked, raising his hands in defense.
"Apparently, so let's make sure you don't forget me again," the banette cooed, creeping another inch toward the young man.
"W-what? I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to just throw you aw… what are you doing?"
In a shadowy blur of darkness, Smiley dashed forward and gripped Brian's hand before he could pull it away. The moment its clothed digits touched his skin, a deafening blast rang in his ears and he was dazzled by a blinding flash of light. At the same time, an inexplicable heat emerged from the doll's fingers, spreading rapidly through his body and subjecting him to a mind-numbing tingle. When his vision eventually recovered, he got to watch in utter disbelief as his sheets and pillow grew bigger and bigger around him, soon towering over him as if he had become a toy in a giant's bed.
Once the strange shifting finally ceased, Brian tried to turn his head and see what the hell had just happened, only to find himself completely paralyzed, unable to twitch a single toe. Fresh panic welled up inside him, but when he attempted to scream, not the faintest gasp escaped his mouth, and when he tried to inhale, not even the smallest breath of air entered his lungs. Be it mercy or cruelty, at least his eyes were still able to turn, even if he couldn't blink anymore. What is happening? Why can't I move?
"Allow me to show you," Smiley giggled and grabbed Brian by the ear, dragging him off the mattress.
W-wait, you can read my thoughts? he whimpered, vainly trying to flick his ear.
"Not just your thoughts," the gray doll replied, lugging him across the floor toward his wardrobe mirror.
The moment Brian looked into the shiny mirror, he realized that something was completely wrong because he couldn't spot his human self in the reflection. Instead, all he saw was a stuffed eevee with thick, fuzzy fluff around its neck returning his gaze from a pair of unblinking black button eyes.
What have you done to me?
"I've turned you into a doll like me."
Turn me back!
"No. Not until you regret neglecting me for years upon years, only to discard me the first time you saw me again."
Fuck, I regret it all! I didn't mean to throw you away! Please, I'll keep you forever if you want, just turn me back!
"Mmm, tempting. I would almost believe you if your actions didn't so clearly contradict your words, Brian. Besides, you're not actually penitent. You're just panicking and grasping at straws," Smiley assessed, beaming with a grin as it pressed its cottony cheek against Brian's cheek. "That said, I refuse to be as heartless as you have been to me. No, don't you worry, I'll make sure that you won't be as cruelly neglected as I was." With a snicker, the banette snapped its cloth fingers, throwing the door to Brian's room wide open.
As if on cue, Nicky dashed through the doorframe in a blur of black and red and jumped onto the bed, only to pause with a disappointed yip when he didn't find Brian lying in it. Sniffing the sheets, the zorua sampled his scent and turned around, likely about to try and track him down when he spotted the stuffed eevee in front of the wardrobe. Intrigued and with his nose twitching, he hopped back off the bed and cautiously advanced toward the strange toy, looking at it from all sides, sniffing at its neck, then under its tail, all while Brian watched in breathless anxiety. What is he doing here?
"That poor boy. He still loves you even after all those years you've been away. He must've been so happy about your return, only for you to suddenly disappear again without a peep," Smiley whispered, stroking Brian's neck before it pulled away and took a few steps back. "And the only thing left of you is a doll of an eevee that smells exactly like you. I wonder what he's thinking right now."
They didn't have to wonder for long as the zorua's distressed snuffling turned into a harsh, guttural growl, and without further hesitation, the feral male jumped onto Brian's fluffy back, pinning his stuffed plush body to the floor. Then he bit into his scruff and drove his teeth deep into the fabric, tugging and tearing on it while he started to hump him with aggressive thrusts.
However, not a single whimper escaped Brian's muzzle as Nicky's fangs pierced the tissue of his new plush body, and all his distress remained trapped in his frazzled head, but at least the bite didn't hurt as much as he had expected. Getting squished and flattened by the much heavier male wasn't overly uncomfortable either, but that only made him all the more aware of the hard, throbbing member that smacked against his fuzzy, stuffed butt every time the zorua bucked his hips. He had never seen more than a sliver of red peeking from the male's sheath, but he clearly felt its weight and heat now at every slap and prod.
S-Smiley, what is he doing?
"He's just blowing off some steam on the fancy new toy you got him~" the grinning doll snickered.
W-what? N-no, he can't do this. Make him stop!
"Why would I? Don't you see how much he needs it, that poor mutt?"
The banette wasn't wrong, as Nicky's swollen, pulsing meat kept growing bigger and harder, and his thrusts were getting more focused as his seething anger gave way to burning, unfulfilled lust, a whine escaping his muzzle that was as desperate and needy as it was resentful. At least Brian assumed that the zorua wasn't going to get far with his frantic humping without a hole to penetrate, but his hopes of a quick, if dirty affair were dashed when the male's tip suddenly found purchase on something between his buttocks.
Whether it was Smiley's fault or not, the transformation had left Brian's plush form with a tight, padded hole on his rear, and just a second after the zorua managed to wedge his tip into it, he claimed it all for himself with a brutal thrust, slamming his entire tapered rod into the eevee doll.
About three inches big, Nicky was well-endowed for a feral of his size, more than large enough to stretch Brian's artificial anus wide open, and although his transformed insides comprised nothing but fluff and foam anymore, it still felt like the real deal. At least as far as the young man could tell, because he had never actually explored himself back there, not even with the tip of his finger, while the current ruthless rut flooded his brain with a rush of new, unfamiliar sensations. For better or worse, it wasn't all pain and discomfort either. No, once his initial shock settled, the zorua's frenzied thrusting triggered bursts of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced, and where only terror had gripped his heart so far, Nicky's carnal attention kindled a mindless, primal lust inside him that soon vied for dominance over his tormented mind.
All the while, Smiley stood next to him, watching with a pleased grin as the zorua bred him like a bitch in heat. Growling, whining, huffing in a lusty rage, the feral male still refused to let go of Brian's neck, claiming not just his stuffed body and hole, but also more and more of his mind without even realizing that someone was stuck inside the eevee doll he was ravaging.
W-why did you have to turn me into a sex doll for p-pokemon!? Brian wailed for none but his old doll to hear.
"I gave you the tightest, most comfortable asshole in the world to make sure that Nicky won't ever forget you, and it's second only to your new muzzle~" Smiley purred, ambling back to Brian to stroke his big, fluffy head.
My muzzle? What do you mean?
Bending forward, the gray doll grabbed Brian's jaw and pulled it down, revealing the vast, padded depths of his artificial throat. Without the need to breathe or eat, it only served one reason, but he hardly had time to think about the implications when Smiley straightened up and pushed out its hips to flaunt a new, throbbing bulge between its legs. "Allow me to show you." With a single swipe of its clothed hand, the fabric around the doll's crotch split apart and gave rise to a fat, glowing pink cock and a pair of balls so plump and heavy, they sagged all the way to the floor.
Wait, what is that?
"That's your penis, Brian. At least your memory of it," the banette giggled, wrapping both its hands around it to align it with his open muzzle. Somehow about ten inches in size, it was almost as big as Smiley itself, and it felt definitely too big to fit inside his transformed body, but that wouldn't keep the animate nightmare from trying. "Talk about a twisted self-perception," it cooed as it tightened its grip on Brian's cottony head. Then it thrust forward.
Flexing and bending so far that it almost touched the ground, the doll's monstrous pink cock initially refused to slide into the stuffed eevee's snug throat, but that only made the insertion all the more abrupt and violent once the rubbery, elastic ring in Brian's muzzle did yield to the rising force, and from one moment to the next, Smiley buried half of its girth in his gullet, stretching not just his jaw, but his neck and chest as well. Like the zorua's mad pounding, it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as he would've expected, though. No, the brutal insertion was accompanied by pleasure that was much more familiar than the internal massage he received from the feral. It was almost the same thing he had experienced every time he jerked off, but even better and tighter as the grinning doll's cock didn't just look like his own, but also felt like it.
While Brian learned how snug and tight his new, luxurious muzzle felt around his dick, Smiley kept thrusting deeper, forcing the other half of the oversized rod down his throat until his plush belly was stretched and bulging from the sheer amount of fat, throbbing cock meat it had stuffed inside him. With Nicky still ramming him from behind, he was now completely trapped between the two pokemon, subjected to twice the stimulation as the zorua's merciless thrusts squished and scrunched his stuffed body against the banette's body.
"You look much cuter as an eevee with two dicks inside you~" Smiley cooed with a smug twinkle in its eyes, then it tightened its grip around Brian's head and began to thrust. The doll's strokes were much slower than the feral's mating frenzy, but only because it took it a lot more effort to extract all ten inches and stuff them back into the stuffed eevee's muzzle, stretching his jaw and impaling his stuffed guts over and over again. The sheer size and girth made more than up for the sluggish pace, though, and where Nicky was losing himself in needy huffs and whines, his old doll let out guttural grunts and growls of pleasure as the thorough stuffing carried them all toward a mutual orgasm.
The zorua was the first to near the edge, and once his bulbous red knot slipped out of his sheath, he started to hammer the eevee doll in an even faster rut, his swinging balls pummeling Brian's fluffy, featureless lower crotch. Whining and yowling madly, he sank his teeth even deeper into the plushie's scruff and dug the claws of his forepaws into his sides as he desperately tried to knot his tight tailhole. A few more vicious thrusts, harsh growls, and huffs, then the male finally managed to push his swelling bulb past that snug ring, firmly locking his knotted cock inside the lifeless eevee while pieces of fluff and cotton poured from his flanks and flew up around them.
Celebrating his success with a happy whine, the zorua unleashed the first squirts of his hot, gooey seed inside Brian's guts, all while the plushified man couldn't move or say a thing, wrapped up in a confusing flurry of thoughts and emotions. Crushed by stimulation, overwhelmed by corrupting lust, his own orgasm was just around the corner, marking the first time he would cum with another male inside him — a feral pokemon at that — and at Smiley's next thrust, he finally burst.
A tsunami of bliss washed through the stuffed eevee as he experienced the strangest climax of his life. However, with no muscles to twitch, no voice to scream, and his throat and belly stuffed with huge cocks, it could only play out in his mind, but that didn't stop it from hitting him harder than any orgasm ever before, ravaging and ruining what was left of his sanity and willpower until only his fluffy, cottony husk was left.
As if Brian's climax hadn't been intense enough already, Smiley joined the fun with a heavy growl, making sure to shaft all ten inches inside the motionless plushie before it unleashed an ungodly amount of cum. "Aaaah, admit it, you always wanted to do this, sucking yourself off and cumming down your own throat, don't you?" the banette teased as its flexing rod dumped the first volley of seed down his throat. "So tight, so warm, so good. Are you already feeling my love inside you?"
Brian couldn't nod nor widen his black button eyes in panic, but not only did he feel the wet, gooey heat of the two pokemons' thick, creamy cum inside him, he also heard it gurgling and sloshing as Smiley kept nutting like a loose fire hose, packing his guts with so much seed that his belly started to distend. Swelling, then ballooning, his growing, expanding midriff displaced his stubby, immobile legs, and if Nicky hadn't pinned him down right now, he would've rolled over like a lopsided water balloon.
T-too much. Too full.
More bits of cotton burst from the stuffed eevee's sides and the fabric holding him together was creaking and groaning as it got stretched to the seams. But before the pressure got too much, the banette's excessive output ebbed, and it pulled its fat, cum-soaked shaft out of Brian's muzzle with a deep, contented sigh. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," it snickered, extracting the tip with a lewd pop before wiping off the leftover seed on the plushie's neck fluff. "I wouldn't let a doll as precious as you break so easily." Then, it wrapped a hand around Brian's neck and bent down toward him, unzipping its grinning mouth with the other to ooze a gooey black tongue from within its cloth maw. "I love you, Brian. And Nicky loves you too. Let's stay together forever~"
W-what are you…
Brian stared at Smiley in confused horror as it pressed its lips onto his muzzle, invading his throat with its wet tendril in an unsettling tongue kiss. At the same time, Nicky loosened his bite on his scruff and began to lick him instead, as if to apologize for the roughness and damage he had done. Together, their affection managed to calm Brian's mind, starting to paralyze his thoughts as much as his stuffed body. Love you. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. No pain, the worries of ordinary life distant and irrelevant, perfect pleasure all the way, and enveloped in the love of the two pokemon. Besides, he couldn't change anything about this situation anyway. Love you forever. Never had he thought of Nicky in this way, nor Smiley, but after that intense rut… Love you, Brian.
With Smiley's words still ringing in his mind, Brian finally lost consciousness and dropped back into a dark, dreamless sleep.
A few hours later, the first rays of the sun filtered through the slits in the window blinds and caressed Brian's face, rousing him from his slumber once more. Waking with a sleepy groan and a stale taste in his mouth, he smacked his lips and opened his eyes a crack, his head hazy for another moment before he realized that he was himself again. Breathing, blinking, and able to curl his fingers, he had never woken up faster, literally jumping up with a gasp before he hastily pinched himself in the arm, confirming that this wasn't another dream. More memories from last night rushed into his mind in frightening clarity, but the resurfacing horror was swiftly offset by the realization that it had all been just a dream, another nightmare from his strange old doll.
When Brian attempted to get up, something heavy on his abdomen caught his attention, and he pulled back the covers to discover the family's zorua curled up asleep in his lap. That would explain how Nicky had found his way into his dreams, even if the door to his room was tightly shut, making him wonder how the pokemon had gotten here in the first place. His pondering was cut short, however, when he caught a hint of gray in the corner of his eye, and when he turned around to check, a cold shiver raced down his spine as the doll he had discarded was lying in his bed next to him, grinning at him with unblinking, stitched pink eyes and an unsettling brassy smile.
"A-arceus, how did you get here? Did I eat something bad yesterday? Did I sleepwalk?" Brian blurted out, pressing his hand over his pounding heart. Blinking again, rubbing his face, then taking a few deep breaths, he slowly calmed down again before he finally chuckled, "Phew, anywho. Maybe I'll just sleep on the couch tonight."
And then, Smiley winked at him.