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A long week of classes was always reason enough for Meredith to unwind; she'd gladly make her own excuses if she needed to, but after a full class load and the bare minimum of breaks in between, she was as ready as ever to lock the door of her dorm room behind her, crash across her pillows, and turn in for a nap.

That was the plan, before she saw a rather fateful note on the door: "Out of town for the weekend to visit some family. Dorm's all yours!"

Signed by Naomi with a tiny heart over the 'I,' Meredith felt a rush of excitement drop from the base of her chest, down through her torso and right into the pit of her stomach...but it didn't settle there with a sensation of discomfort.

Instead, butterflies were fluttering about within her, just a little bit lower than the tickles of her tummy would allow; she hadn't been counting on this kind of privacy, and though she dearly loved her friend, she was long overdue for a weekend alone.

"I'll have to buy her one of those tall, fancy drinks she loves when she gets back," Meredith reminded herself. She tugged the note from the door, wrote a quick 'be back later' on her whiteboard, and stepped into comforting, albeit cramped confines of her dorm room. "Maybe two of them, if this idea goes over well enough..."

It wasn't her idea exclusively: she couldn't claim to be the first girl to ever think of performing such an act with a toy before. In fact, just playing with a sex toy when privacy allowed was a terribly _common_thing, but there was something more waiting for her than the strap-on toy that had arrived in the mail.

She didn't know exactly what she was going to do with it, until a conversation with her floor counselor turned from a casual, passing discussion to a brilliant suggestion.

"You don't mind...shall we say...holding something for me, do you, Baxter?" she asked, greeting the sizable, stuffed teddy bear that share the dorm room with herself and Naomi. "I promise; it's really light, and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy yourself!"

She was careful not to be too loud: dormitories were famous for their paper-thin walls, and the rooms in Beech Grove Hall were no exception to that rule.

At the start, it was easy enough to speak with a calm, casual tone, but there was a struggle yet to be had for Meredith. The mouse was already bouncing in place, and with each step she took toward her bed, she added a little extra pep, as if the stuffed animal could react to her excitable nature.

There was something naughty about sneaking into the little box that she kept under her bed and fishing out the small collection of toys that was hiding there, but this time, Meredith didn't have to do it in the cover of darkness, as silently as possible.

In the middle of the afternoon, she was lifting the pleat of her own skirt with the hike of her tail, and bending over a little further than she needed to in order to retrieve her collection.

"And there it is...always kinda thought I'd be the first one to wear this," she confessed, "But after Heather's suggestion...well...I'm not gonna pass up a chance to try that. Thought I was gonna be waiting a lot longer for this moment."

All the while, the brilliant pink teddy bear sat in the corner of the room, smiling with a wide, warm and patient expression. His body was thick and plush, filled with such soft stuffing that he acted as a pillow more often than Meredith's actual, and he was plenty large enough to fill that role: just a tick over four feet in height and filled out thoroughly, he was up to whatever task Meredith asked of him.

The mouse was only a foot or so taller than he was, making him the perfect candidate for a little rubbing, nuzzling, and when the evenings called for it, silent grinding; the only place he spent as much time in as the bed was in the wash, being thoroughly scrubbed after Meredith rubbed her sensual frustrations into his fluff.

This time, he shouldn't have needed a cleansing afterwards...the plentiful flesh of the fake cock she was attaching to his hips would take that bullet for him with bells on.

"Look at that! Such a snug fit, it's like this harness was made for you, Baxter!" she cheered, settling into his body on the bed and snuggling up to his side.

With Baxter, there was never a lack of comfort, in any sense of the word: Meredith would struggle to show such affection to another living being so easily, but Baxter wasn't capable of judging her, or forcing her to rethink her actions or words.

He was only able to sit back in endless comfort and smile at her, listening to her every word and carrying out whatever task was asked of him.

Today, his job description was being expanded, but Meredith already knew he was up for the task...he'd never let her down before, and a curious, stroking reach brought a greater sense of connection between them than she'd ever known before.

Just adhering the straps to his hips wasn't that big of a deal: it was exciting, certainly, but it wasn't until the stiff, full cock was pointing away from the teddy's hips that it started to feel real, and even then, watching it point into the air wasn't enough for Meredith.

She needed to be able to reach out and grasp it, and as she did, she gave it the kind of slow, loving stroke that one might offer to a lover before spoiling them. "And even if that harness wasn't made for you, this cock...t-this cock looks amazing on you," she complimented, seeing how well the false, dark flesh contrasted with the warm and inviting pink of his body. "By the look of it, you're excited about the new upgrade, too; sure hope you don't mind me sampling it?"

Naturally, he couldn't answer, but her lustful mind was sure that she saw a widening in the smile of the content plush. Even if she knew she was playing a trick on herself or playing pretend, there was nothing made up about the flesh of the toy, and stroking her fingertips back and forth over the smooth material was filling other parts of her body with the same warmth as she saw in Baxter's motionless smile.

Far greater warmth was already gathering at her petals as she put a sense of urgency into the act, rolling over and straddling Baxter's outstretched leg. She didn't even bother lifting the silky folds of her skirt before she rubbed her panty-clad mound against one of his paws, and in her lewd impatience, capturing the base of his cock in her paw felt like a fair compensation for her actions.

She had a respect for Baxter that went beyond his existence as a plush: she needed to reward him for being so patient and abiding her use of his whole body as her greatest source of comfort.

"I know...I should really be lubing it up, shouldn't I?" she asked him, feeling her fingers clinging to the material of the toy. "I didn't really make time to get the good stuff when I was out last, so...t-this will have to do..."

There was a sudden hesitance in her actions, as if she believed that Baxter was waiting for her actions on bated breath. She could just imagine him being a real , living creature, given the anticipation she thought she saw in the depths of his stare.

That carried through as she locked eyes with him and leaned forward, rolling her womanhood away from his footpaw and bringing her mouth onto the tip of his artificially placed cock.

I wish you could feel this, Baxter...wish you could feel how hard I'm gonna try for you...

If nothing else, it would prove great practice for the first time she experimented with a larger species: the toy was thick , and there was plenty enough length for her to feel deliciously full, if not a little bit uncomfortable.

That extra depth and plentiful girth were just what she was after, and with a gentleman like Baxter on the other end, she knew she could trust him to let her guide the pace of the action. Lowering her head further and sealing her lips over the tip of the toy, she knew she had nothing to fear...even if she wished his paw would lift to the back of her head and give it an encouraging rub.

Imagining that sensation would have to do, for the time.

You taste delightful, Baxter. Will you let me do this to you more often?

Her thoughts were becoming so lewd that she would have been at risk if she allowed them a chance to spill out.

In that sense, the toy in her mouth was a blessing, and knowing the weight of it against the roof of her mouth and finally, against the very front of her throat, kept her from saying much of anything.

It wasn't enough to stop her from gagging quietly on the end of the impressive strap-on, but for Baxter, she was willing to go a little bit further: she gripped the base tight in her quivering digits and held it steady, making sure that she had total control of the angle of penetration. A long, slow bob allowed her to come near to the base of the toy, but she didn't quite manage to take the whole thing before it bulged against the front of her neck, revealing her overly ambitious nature.

Trying to hold it in place for as long as she could, Meredith lost the weight of Baxter's stare, wincing her eyes with the effort that she poured out for him.

When they opened again, she pulled back and let out a long, heavy gasp. Her groan was addled with strands of her own spit, but more important than that, she could see trails of the same pouring down the toy, all the way to the ring that held it in place against the harness...

...Baxter was ready for her to take their relationship to the next level, and his glistening member looked too enticing for her to be apart from any longer.

"Ahh...ahn...y-you're really big, Baxter," she praised him, smiling with just a hint of bashfulness at how brazen she was in her appreciation. "I'd love to go a little bit further than that, but I'm gonna need more practice...m-maybe some other time?"

He was up for anything she suggested, of course, but that time, she reached out and stroked his cheek, capturing enough of his fluff to force a false nod from him.

"Wonderful!" she cheered, giggling at her own antics. "I'm afraid it's gonna have to wait just a little bit longer, though...I know you've probably wanted me to do that for a while, but I've been waiting months for this kind of privacy, and I can't...I just c-can't wait another moment longer."

A simple, plain t-shirt and a flowing skirt made for a comfortable day of class, but just as important to Meredith were their ease of removal: tugging on her top from the waist and stretching her arms overhead, she revealed the delicate fabric of her brassier to Baxter, but she wasn't going to settle on such a subtle tease.

Straddling his knee a little firmer and rocking her dampened panties against his fluff, she made a full display of reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra slowly, all while grinding her natural moisture into his body.

"You wanna touch them?" she asked, her voice scarcely above a whisper as the cups of her bra spilled away, landing right on his tummy. "You know I'd love if it you did..."

A proper plush with a full, soft body, there was no wrong way for Baxter to interact with Meredith, and nothing that felt uncomfortable: she had to lift his paws to her bosom, of course, but holding them there and grinding herself against him was nearly enough to bring a subtle climax out of her body.

Most nights, she knew that was what she had to settle for, but the freedom that came with privacy wouldn't allow her to stop at settling for anything less than the best.

"Such soft paws...s-so delicate...you're _such_a gentleman, Baxter," she complimented his forced technique and released his paws, hoping they'd stay in place while she made quick work of the clasp on her skirt. It spilled down around her thighs and tickled her skin as it fell, but she was quick to shake out of the small, growing puddle of clothing. "Good things come to boys who wait, y'know..."

He'd been waiting for that moment plenty long enough: Meredith made that point clear as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied them down to her knees.

A tiny strand of her natural arousal came away with the fabric of the crotch, but she didn't want to waste her moisture on clothing any longer. The spittle she left on the toy would make for a good start, but she was already quivering with delight at the idea of giving Baxter the kind of ride he truly deserved.

Quivering as she kicked the panties from her toes, she climbed right into Baxter's waiting lap, letting her petals kiss against the tip of the fake cock as she did.

"No condom, either? You're such a naughty bear, Baxter...you know I...w-won't be able to say no if you ask to finish inside..."

The toy was capable of a great many things, but it wasn't quite that sophisticated. The same as Baxter's quiet panting and eager nodding, that was all playing out in the theater of her mind, but it was real enough to leave her entire body as an erogenous zone to be explored.

Perhaps the most sensitive spot of all was kissing back against Baxter's eager, stiff tip.

"You just wanted to feel how wet I really am," she claimed for him, as her tender petals spread over his cock and eased the first half an inch into her tight passage. "How can I possibly say no w-when you ask so nicely?"

She wanted to make sure the toy was properly buried within her before she made any heavier movements: reaching past the teddy bear and wrapping her arms around the back of his head, she held him for purchase and found just the right angle to work the first couple inches of the strapped cock, bathing it in a new host of feminine juices.

Baxter had no idea what a lucky bear he really was, but Meredith felt she was the lucky one, as sensations quickly built in the first inches of her eager passage.

"And that's j-just the start of it," she explained to him. She moved from the balls of her feet down to her knees with a painfully slow approach and settled in properly, until her breasts were resting on Baxter's own chest, and her fingertips were digging into the back of his full, round head. "Just w-wait until you feel how...f-fucking wet I am deeper inside!"

Even when she exclaimed, her voice was nothing more than a heightened whisper: she knew she'd have a whole brigade of curious students at her door if she moaned with the level of bliss she genuinely felt.

If privacy ever allowed it, she'd cry Baxter's name at the top of her lungs, but right then, she'd settle for giving his hips, and the mattress below him, a workout that they'd never forget.

"That it, baby...j-just sit back and enjoy it," she told him, her voice coming across as a smoky whisper of lust, tickling against the felt of his rounded ear. "You're getting s-so deep inside...nnf... Baxter!"

Guiding the pace entirely on her own, Meredith allowed her hips to move in whatever way they wanted, so long as it helped her believe that the lucky teddy was rocking his hips against her with the same lust and intensity.

It wasn't hard for her to convince herself of that, and as her eyes closed against his cheek, she could feel the imagined weight of his stare upon her, appreciating every lift and drop of her hips, and every wet, suckling clench of her inner muscles against the cock he'd been given.

Everything was building into so much more than Meredith could handle, but she was going to milk the experience for all that it was worth. In that sense, Baxter was the perfect partner: endless endurance and limitless pliability meant that she could have him as many times as she needed to be satisfied, and in whatever pose her mind could think of.

That night, riding her stuffed bear cowgirl and pressing her breasts into the end of his muzzle, she found a greater appreciation for the classics...a good, old fashioned ride was coming to a messy end as she bucked harder and harder, whimpering into his plentiful fluff.

"Goodness...y-you're too much, Baxter...a-always too f-fucking much!" she cried, feeling the piercing tone of her own voice as she rubbed into his cheek. The heavenly chorus of her orgasmic moans was stifled, but at the very base of his ear, tiny squeaks escaped the sexually relieved mouse, one at a time, as massive drops and rolls of her hips slammed her body onto as much of the toy as she could handle.

She'd be delightfully sore when she stirred awake the next day, but that night, she could think only of how faithful Baxter was as she sat on his length, allowing every last flutter of her orgasm to clench and rock his shaft.

"You could g-go again, couldn't you?" she asked, her voice stammering out with a hint of surprise about it. "You're always so full of surprises, Baxter...you're the best."

Exhausted folds were glad to release the weight of the toy for a moment, but she didn't find comfort slumping against the stuffed teddy.

Instead, she took her favorite pose, rolling onto her back and tugging his weight over the top of her like a comfortable blanket...albeit this one was poking her in the leg with his erection when she stirred awake the morning after.