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It had been quite a few hours before Timber had been able to get up the willpower to tell Tris to get off him so that he could do things like use the restroom and eat dinner. When he returned to the plush, the big labrador was seated upright, making himself into a sort of armchair for his flesh and blood friend.

The toned pup had been secured into the living plush's lap with his arms wrapped around and weighing down into the smaller male's lap. At least in this posture they were facing the television. It was a few more hours of changing channels and streaming a couple movies before Timber let out a yawn.

"Alright... that looks like it's bedtime for you." Tris gave a gentle squeeze with his plush arms.

Timber perked, blushing a bit at the tone. He squirmed in place, reaching for the remote, as if to put something else on. The clinging arms prevented him from reaching far enough. He let out a childish 'Awwwww...' and settled back against the big plush.

The rounded paws raised from Timber's lap and smooshed on either side of the pup's face. "Yeah, it's bedtime, no arguing." He murmured playfully. The soft plush fabric easily conformed while squishing the pupper's cheeks and mooshing them about.

The smaller dog blushed as his face was played with, tail starting to wag. He stayed like that for a moment, before realizing that nothing was holding him in the big plush's lap anymore. He leaned forward and stood up, stretching his arms up over his head, carrying the stretch through his hips all the way to the tip of his toes.

As the pup stood, Tris' paws looped around his toned waist and the big plush stood as well, seeming loath to let go for more than he had to.

Timber let out a dramatic sigh, smiling fondly. "Can I go use the bathroom and brush my teeth and stuff?"

The plush let go, nuzzling softly. "Alright..."

The flesh and blood pup giggled, "It's not like I'm trying to leave the house." He still had a blush bright on his cheeks as he pivoted and swung his hips all the way out of the living room and on towards his bathroom.

Tris stood in between the coffee table and the couch, looking around awkwardly. The big plush had come to take care of Timber, so when he wasn't doing that he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He pulled a phone out of a crease in his soft form and tapped at the screen with his vinyl clawtips.

While the plush was still trying to get his phone to work, Timber crossed the doorway heading the other way down the hall.

The big fabric pup perked, looking to the door. "Where are you going?"

Timber returned to the doorway, looking confused. "You... said it was bedtime?"

"Yes," Tris tossed his phone onto the couch and plapped his round paws on the underside of his curved stomach, before lifting and squeezing the black faux fur dome. "Time to tuck you in."

The pup, having been about to point out that he was heading to his bedroom, stopped and stared at his friend's belly and the way he meaningfully toyed with it. "Are... you here to be my bed too...?" He could feel his cheeks burning as his blush returned.

The hefty plush grinned. "Of course!" He punctuated the confirmation by spreading his fabric mouth wide. He opened up like a sleeping bag until a satiny opening well wider than any point on Timber's body was on display. There were glimmers of silver on the print, but it was mostly a black fabric making up the passage into the big plush.

Timber let out a weak whiiine, his fingers visibly digging into the doorway for support. He unsteadily stood up properly and walked back into the living room, tail wagging rapidly. "I guess you should lay on the couch then..."

Tris closed up his muzzle, showing no sign of how it unfurled like that once his lips met once more. He set his phone onto the coffee table and then laid down on his back, taking up the whole couch. Once he was in a comfortable position, he opened his mouth again, unfolding into that welcoming entrance once again.

The bashful pupper walked closer to his big plush friend, stripping out of his clothes. As Timber approached, he saw that the silver he'd spotted before were little five pointed stars, arranged fairly evenly in random orientations. They covered his wide tongue and satin throat all the way down until there was a curve along the way to the belly. Carefully, the flesh and blood dog eased one foot in, before putting his weight onto the back of the couch with one hand. He shifted his weight to the foot that had pressed down into the soft, elastic lining of the living plush, and eased his other leg over and into the awaiting gape.

Once both legs and the pup's bare hips had sunk in, Tris closed his mouth a bit more, reaching with his big hand paws to grasp Timber's shoulders. He squeezed firmly and gave a playful growl as he chomped with his soft vinyl teeth up the toned male's trim midsection and onto his chest, making indulgent gulping sounds as his throat rippled and pulled.

Timber whimpered, blushing deeply as his plush friend treated him to a more greedy predatory experience than he was expecting. It was hardly unwelcome though. He tucked his arms into the comfortable jaws, wiggling his hips as he felt his feet press against the inner wall of the stomach.

Tris gulped firmly, playfully slurping along Timber's neck before he smooshed his round paw right on the pup's face to lightly shove him all the way in. The big plush chomped with a playful growl and swallowed loudly as his inner lining conveyed his friend from mostly lying flat to curling up in the soft, domed chamber.

The toned pupper finished curling up, finding the padding around the stomach yielding but supportive, and the loose fetal position he was in surprisingly comfortable. He yawned again, opening his eyes. He blushed as he found that the stars on the lining of Tris' stomach were glow in the dark instead of mere silver. "Wow..."

Patting over his belly lovingly, the plush sighed and licked his lips with his dry fabric tongue. "There... Now you're not coming out until you're good and rested." Tris reached over to the table to pick up his phone again, smirking at the loud, flustered whine resonating from his round tummy.