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This story was written for ViperXV as Day #24 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Plushies" and the story contains M/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult male and a stuffed animal. ^^

Together, Alone

As soon as Rilanthus stepped into his quarters, the desert iguana spotted the box resting upon his bed. It definitely hadn't been there when he'd left to start his duty shift, but the bright blue ribbon wrapped around its cardboard frame set him at ease as to its contents. Sure enough as he approached it with a raised eyebrow, he spotted a small hand-written tag attached to a portion of the bow, and smiled as he glanced down at the words etched upon it.

'So we can be together, even when I'm not around.'

It had been sods law that lately his and Kestra's days off had never aligned. Bad enough she'd had to miss what was meant to have been their last batch of shared shore leave for the year, but over the last few weeks they hadn't shared a single day off. As a result while they had been together it had always been at the end of long duty shifts when one of them was too exhausted than do much more than cuddle after a single urgent fuck, and on some days even that hadn't panned out when they were positioned on opposing shifts, one starting work just as the other found their time on duty at an end.

Even now, though, they hadn't given up. If anything these past weeks had renewed their adoration for one another, and their determination to be together no matter how infrequently. This gift was just another way for them to show one another how much they cared, even if they weren't able to show it in person nearly as often as they might have liked, and even without opening it Rilanthus' entire day was suddenly and drastically improved by its mere presence, and the meaning it held.

Of course, that didn't stop Rilanthus from being curious about what it actually did contain, and thus his fingers began to unfasten the bow and to tear open the cardboard shell of the parcel soon after. It was light to the touch, surprisingly so given the size of the box, and as soon as Rilanthus tore it open enough to peer inside he saw exactly why that was the case. He grinned, and after pulling the top of the box off entirely and lifting forth what sat within, the lizard laughed aloud as he took Kestra's gift into his arms, and hugged it tightly against his torso.

It was a toy. A stuffed animal, though rather than merely being formed in the shape of some wild animal from one of the planets they had visited lately, this one was clearly custom made, likely formed by some rather expensive usage of the ship's matter replication technology. Its lush, soft fur was primarily a creamy, pale brown colour with patches of pink upon it, and upon its long tail and adorably smiling head it bore yet more pink in the form of ridges and more overt, albeit still plush and soft horns. The bipedal toy was a stuffed, plushie representation of the very woman who had gifted it to Rilanthus, Kestra herself, and as he held it in his arms and gently lowered his head to kiss it upon the snout, Rilanthus closed his eyes and silently, joyously considered just how much he loved Kestra, and how much he wished she could have been here to receive his kisses and his gratitude, rather than just her adorable plush doppelganger.

He stroked the back of the plush toy softly, chuckling as he considered how weird it was to feel a variation of Kestra that was covered in fur rather than scales, then blushing as he briefly imagined what it might be like to hold a fluffy version of Kestra in his arms, run his hands over her lush fur and soft skin as he made her tremble, and thrash, and scream his name. His face grew even redder beneath his own scales as the iguana realised that his hands had fallen lower still upon the plush version of the woman he loved, now effectively groping at her ass, and though he was aware of it now he couldn't help but live out just a fraction more of that fantasy, and let a single finger drift down all the way between her legs as he closed his eyes and imagined meeting not featureless fluff, but smooth, soft flesh of the sort that would make Kestra writhe and moan if touched.

His body froze, and his eyes sprang wide open a moment later as he did indeed trace his finger between her legs, and to the lizard's shock also felt something smooth and shockingly flesh-like beneath his extended, exploring digit. Immediately he span the plush toy around, turning it over in his arms so that its legs and midsection were now facing skyward and so that he could peer down between its legs. A choked burst of shock and laughter all rolled into one escaped Rilanthus as he saw what was set into the furred base of the plush lizard's crotch, and he shook his head in awed, amused wonder as he realised what Kestra had done, and glanced down at the card sitting on the bed close by once again.

'So we can be together, even when I'm not around.'

Together.

That word had one very clear meaning beyond simply sharing the same physical location or being in real-time communication. The sort of together about which he had been fantasising just moments ago, and the sort of together which was already making his cock stiffen in his uniform jumpsuit just thinking about himself and Kestra in that regard.

Kestra had meant together in all its forms with her message, no doubt. A fact that was made abundantly, unshakeably clear by what was set into the base of the plush version of herself. A fleshlight. A high end, immensely realistically textured fleshlight whose exterior was even coloured to perfectly match what Rilanthus knew from experience could be found directly between his lover's legs.

"God, Kestra... I don't deserve you."

Rilanthus chuckled as he laid the plush version of his lover gently down on the bed in front of him, turning her face up and even taking a moment to affectionately caress one cheek, as though somehow hoping the real Kestra might feel his loving touch. He looked down the length of her plush body, not much over two feet tall from end to end, yet definitely big and fluffy enough to house the fleshlight without its presence affecting the softness of the plush figure in which it was hidden. He looked down at her crotch, at the point where the toy's soft fluff gave way to smooth, malleable rubber in a very familiar, appealing configuration, and growled as his gaze delved downward a little more, peering down the length of his own body to where his cock was now beginning to obviously and undeniably tent his jumpsuit.

Hurriedly the iguana trotted back across the length of his cabin, sealed the door's locking mechanism, and padded back over to the bed as he began to unfasten and unzip his jumpsuit. Beneath that outer layer of clothing he wore only a plain white t-shirt and his underwear, as a result it didn't take long for the lizard to find himself entirely naked as he scrambled up onto the bed and gently guided the plush version of his lover up its length with him. With his cheeks burning far hotter than they would have if he'd been engaged in the same situation with Kestra's actual self beside him, he reached over and pulled forth the bottle of lube which served his more solitary explorations... and the occasional venture with Kestra into less well charted territory. He shuddered and hissed softly in anticipation as he lubricated his cock well in preparation for what he knew was about to happen, and then carefully, almost as though he didn't want to put too much weight on the plush toy, he rolled over onto Kestra's soft, fluffy and lewdly equipped avatar, and began to gently guide himself into the embrace of the fleshlight without a moment's hesitation.

"O-oh... Kestra..."

Plushie or not, it was the lizard herself who was in Rilanthus' thoughts as he pressed himself into the surprisingly pleasant embrace of the toy. It didn't feel real, but that was kind of okay because it didn't feel as though it was trying to be real. What it was obviously trying to achieve was to feel good to whatever cock ended up inside of it, and on that account it most definitely succeeded. It was smooth, and suitably slickened by the lube coating Rilanthus' cock that its tightness was able to stimulate without causing any impediment whatsoever to the male's progress. He pushed his hips deep into the toy, hilting himself within its depths and blushing as he drew his hips back only for the toy to cling to him, and the entire length of the plush to simply rise up attached to his member. A few moments later though he pressed his hips and the toy itself down against the bedding once more, only to reach down and gently hold onto the plushie's shoulders as he drew his hips back.

"Fuck. Fuck, t-that... that feels good. Holy shit..."

He gasped at the intensity of the first thrust, the pleasure that blossomed through his cock as he slid it in and out of the plush toy's depths once, then again, and again in urgent, greedy succession. His eyes widened as with each thrust the pleasure didn't just grow, it surged violently to a far greater intensity than before, and after the fifth thrust as he let loose a frantic, ear-splitting cry of pleasure and found himself frozen inside the toy to keep from losing control and cumming right there and then, he found himself considering once more the woman from whom this gift had been received, and her very specific penchants when it came to intimate fun either with him or indeed on her own.

Kestra had always been a fan of her potions, though of course it was extremely advanced chemistry to which she was in fact referring. She loved to heighten, enhance and transform a normal sexual experience, if such a thing existed, into something more. And as Rilanthus gasped and trembled with his cock buried and throbbing uncontrollably within the fleshlight provided to him by that very same potion-loving lizard, he found himself more and more convinced that he wasn't just extremely turned on by Kestra's gift. No doubt before sealing it away in its box Kestra had applied a little something extra to the interior of the toy, and now that Rilanthus' cock was buried inside of it, that same substance was suddenly coating and working its seemingly magical influence upon the iguana's libido.

"Oh god, K-Kestra..."

Rilanthus huffed and gasped, he curled his toes and flicked his tail violently from side to side, he fought both to revel in and experience every wave of pleasure crashing over him, and yet to resist the urge to thrust even once more, knowing that his suddenly hyper-sensitised cock wouldn't be able to bear another single stroke without letting loose and bringing this incredible experience to an end far too soon.

He tried to hold back with all his willpower. He tried to fight, tried to restrain himself from what he knew his body wanted so very badly. He closed his eyes tightly, imagining Kestra, the real Kestra lying beneath him with her legs wrapped around his waist, giggling as he held perfectly still, trapped on the very brink of ecstasy within her pussy. And then, almost without realising he was doing it, he imagined what his lover would almost certainly whisper to him in such a moment.

"Why hold back, when you could just cum in me... and then fuck me all over again a second time?"

The iguana's eyes sprang open once more. His muzzle fell slack, his body tensed, and with a fevered hissing cry of pure rapture he began to feverishly fuck the soft, plush form of the lizard beneath him with all the speed and force he could muster.

"Kestra!!"

He let loose a strangled, blissful cry of pure ecstasy as the first wave of his cum flooded out into the tight, well lubricated and chemically infused toy.

"A-aahhh yes. Yes , K-Kestra! Cum with me! O-ohh god, please! Please, I'm... aaaaahhh_yesssss_!"

*********

Kestra yawned as she padded up to the door which led to Rilanthus' quarters, and tapped the door chime to announce herself. She ran her hands down the front of her uniform as she waited for him to answer, smiling in anticipation as she imagined how happy he'd be to see her after hopefully opening up her gift when his own shift had ended some eight hours ago. After thirty seconds of no response however, she tapped the door chime again in a familiar pattern to let Rilanthus know that it was her. Still though there came no answer, so just as she had earlier that day in order to drop off her present she tapped in the entry code herself, unlocked the door, and slipped inside.

"Y-yes! Cumming, I... I'm... aa-aaaaaaahhh!"

Her eyes widened as the door slid open and immediately the male lizard's cries rang out into the Vesper's corridor. Hurriedly, grinning from ear to ear Kestra slipped inside and sealed the door behind her once more, only to turn back to the source of the sound and smile, staring gleefully even as her hands began to instinctively peel off her own clothes.

On the bed, Rilanthus lay flat on his back with the plush version of Kestra astride him. He was holding her by the hips and bouncing her, lifting her up and down upon his cock hurriedly, and crying out at the top of his lungs as he did so. The sheets of his bed, not to mention Rilanthus' own midsection and the previously brand new, spotless fur of the Kestra plush's lower body were soaked through, stained and glistening with copious amounts of cum in varied states of freshness and stickiness. It looked for all the world like Rilanthus had started fucking the plush toy eight hours ago, and hadn't stopped for a moment since, and indeed as Rilanthus heard Kestra's giggle and raised his head to look at her, his bloodshot, lust-stricken eyes betrayed the truth of that initial supposition.

"Kestra..."

He whimpered, still moving the toy upon himself, still humping up against it even as he found himself caught in the act by the real thing, by the actual, living form of the woman with whom he was merely simulating and fantasising about their shared bliss. The iguana didn't have to explain himself though, and indeed Kestra raised a hand to her lips to let him know precisely that. She simply stripped off her clothing, strolled playfully over to the bed even as Rilanthus continued to fuck her plush equivalent, and moaned playfully to the man she loved as she scrambled up onto the bed to join him. To join them.

"Looks like you two are having a lot of fun."

She teased tenderly, giggling as she stroked Rilanthus' cheek with one hand and the plushie's fluffy furred face with the other.

"But, y'know what's more fun than two people who love each other having some fun together?"

She leaned down and kissed Rilanthus tenderly on the lips, then pulled herself back upright and teasingly, seductively pressed her muzzle to the face of the plush toy while the iguana just lay back and watched, overwhelmed with excitement.

Kestra made out with her stuffed doppelganger for a few moments longer, then looked down to Rilanthus once more, winked at him playfully, and spoke a single word as she began to move, swinging one leg up over the iguana's head to straddle his face with her own wet, needy pussy.

"Three."

By Jeeves

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