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Penelope Plush

Penelope was in a rut that afternoon. It was the middle of Spring, trapped inside her home, wearing nothing but a shirt and her most comfortable pair of socks. No pants, no undies, and she was small enough that a bra was pointless. The windows were concealed with curtains and the only light inside her living room was the glow of her laptop screen. She wasn't sick or dying, other than the monthly urge she had to ride out, the one where her body yearned for little bunnies in her belly. Right now, however, was not the time for that, in a professional manner of speaking.

Technically, her life was always full of ruts, ever since she was much smaller and younger. As an adult, she only clocked in at no higher than 40 inches, long bunny ears included. She never fully grew out of buying clothes from the little girl's section, even at the ripe age of 25, because where else would a small, cute little bunny get her clothes? It did at least work with her more chipper personality and passion for feminine things. Aesthetically, whether it be a flowing floral dress, nightgown, workout shorts and tank top, it wasn't difficult for her to find something to suit her cream bunny fur and purple splotches or highlighted tips which came natural to her. Even the circle around her right eye and mouth were essentially birthmarks. So then, being small and cute must have its advantages, right? Sometimes, but there were obvious troubles as well. Anything that involved heights: cooking, cleaning, public transit, restaurants, nearly everywhere inside and outside of her small home. She needed a stepladder for most of her household chores and meal preparations if it involved a surface taller than 3 feet, or the ceiling, or the walls. She didn't complain, though, simply adjusting to life as it were. Her height did give her another set of odd circumstances, however.

Was it difficult to find a date if you were small and cute? If you wanted to be taken seriously and not creeped on, then absolutely. Neoteny was the key word here, where she was seen as juvenile and innocent, sometimes confused for an actual child. Her least juvenile aspect was her voice, something she could control and correct to sound more professional. So much so that her current sales job was the most she could feel like a proper adult, even when she had to take time off and hide in her home, like she was now. It was easy enough for her to do due to how much profit she ended up bringing to her company, and the software they used for connecting to clients was easy to install and use over any entry level computer. But relaxation and ease-of-access was not on Penelope's mind working from home today. In fact, she had been holding off any and all meetings since that Monday while she tried to solve her little monthly problem of going into estrus.

Inside that stuffy living room, the small bunny huffed and groaned in desperation, having orgasmed at least 3 times to no avail. Currently, she had a small electric fan blowing on her body, bottomless and slick, having ridden a toy suctioned to her coffee table. She even gave it a name, Bruno. All the vibrations, thrusting, humping, riding, he just wasn't cutting it today. Even with her phone set to silent to prevent any intervening, she had a curious little thought, an offer for someone to aid her in her dilemma. Was it likely? Feasible, even? Who did she even know that could drop by on such short notice?

A knocking occurred at the door, unannounced. Her heart jumped at the sound, self-aware once more. The rabbit checked her phone with a swift grab. Nick, a newer friend she met at a coffee shop last month. He was tall, brown fur, blue eyes, medium length black hair that covered down along his neck. The handsome caribou was from out of town, and somehow he took an interest in her. He was stationed here temporarily, furnished apartment and all, to help install solar panels for clients. He has always made comments of stopping by whenever, which was a cute gesture, but now he was finally taking Penelope up on her offer: "Hey, are you available right now? Hopefully I didn't catch you at a bad time," read his texts. Three more knocks were heard from the door.

Now was not the fucking time to hang out with such a handsome and patient buck...or was it? She was just desperate enough to try it out, give some reindeer dick a spin. What's the worst that could happen? Of course, she had to dress herself, so she fired off a confirmation text before making a jack rabbit run to her bedroom: "Sorry, I was a little busy. Give me a minute!"

Slowly the door opened, and there he was, just standing there. Checkered collared shirt, short sleeves, Khaki shorts, an expecting look on his face while he held out his phone. The bunny tried to hide the fact that she was rather undressed, even if she had on a skirt to shield her bottomless half. Even if she was blushing and panting as if she had run a mile, that smile on her face could feign and collect her carnal needs as if she were on a business call. "Hey! Good to see you again," came a shaky yet chipper voice. "I uh...I hope you're feeling a bit open-minded..." She giggled bashfully with her warm invitation, composing herself the best she could in front of her much taller cervine friend.

It must have seemed odd, looking down at her short stature. Even more so he was tall enough that his belt line was right in her face. The front door wouldn't open too far since her place was a mess. A glance at her eyes, he spotted something mischievous but unsure. With a small grin, he finally spoke, "Sure, I'm always down for anything." Whatever this occasion was, it was far from plain or ordinary.

"Okay, just...hear me out first." She stood a bit taller with her hands out extended, preventing him from entering along with the rest of her blocking body. How effective that was, given he could easily throw her over his shoulder, she didn't know. She continued, "I have an issue once a month and try to solve it outside of work hours, but right now it's forcing me to work at home. If you could just...help me before I need to make a few meetings, that would be super!" She tried to be as calm and coy about it as she could since their neighbors could see and might talk of their affair if they found out. More so, there was always the risk that he just didn't see her as sexy or attractive enough to mate. Or gay, or ace, or taken by someone else. "Oh, and close your eyes before you walk in."

Nick complied with the reach of his hand out and closed his eyes using the other. Once they held hands, her grip was clingy and trembling, burning up compared to his, almost feverish. But they hurried inside, trying to close the door with as much grace as they could muster. "So what's this little problem, and how can I help?" spoke the reindeer, a whiff of the stuffy, horny air finally making itself known to his nostrils.

If he truly was 'down for anything' then he was in for a real treat today. "Well, us bunnies are a bit different from other species, right?" she explained, still locked hand-in-hand with a playful sway. "We do, however, still go into a monthly...estrus. So uh...you can open your eyes now, by the way," she said with a small tremble in her voice, revealing the messy room of waded tissues, her panties and sweatpants thrown aside, some sexy toys on display showing various stages of use, and her, standing with a wet pair of folds between her legs, physically asking permission to get down and dirty. "So I need you to kinda...plow me."

She expected the pause once that buck finally understood the full situation. A survey of the room and everything in front of him had his jaw slightly agape.. Everyone jokes about bunnies going into heat, multiplying like crazy, sometimes even ditzy and dim while having such libido. It was polite to not believe in the stereotypes. But here, in this mess of a room, with toys all out and a lift of her skirt helped him realize that maybe some of it was true after all. He took one deep breath, but then a grab of bunny ears and upward pull of her body closer to his crotch. He orated loudly, "You need to get me there first."

The cream bunny jumped from the grab, but as commanded Penelope rustled and undid those pants and undies with quick work. It didn't take long, but she then found herself taking a moment to admire that sheath and sack, tip poking out already. Penelope sniffed it all over, licking her tongue all over that member with a sharp revitalization of her once somewhat calmed heat. "Oh my God, it's better than I imagined..." It grew from her hot breaths and lashing tongue.

"How long have you been thinking about it?" Her partner had to ask, then rubbed that length across her face. Normally her cute bunny face wasn't this interested in being squashed by fuzzy balls or thick cock, but the subtle scent it gave off and his eagerness to take control left her in such a desperate state. "You really need this fucking, don't you?"

"I really do. It's been so long," Penelope confessed, and with just the right timing, her mouth latched on and took as much of his erecting cock into her gullet as she could. It was no surprise that she was the type to have practiced on her toys before, but sucking and slurping the real thing into its fuller and thicker state was so much different. More thrilling, more arousing. She didn't stop, addicted to the sensation of finally getting off a willing partner that wouldn't mind her smaller, cuter stature. "Mmmf..."

The reindeer tilted his head back, letting out a confession of his own: " I've been thinking of you too..." He said with a grab of her ears again, using them to guide his bunny. They were tugged and held like handlebars, making her suck off that rod harder and harder down her throat. "How well trained is my bunny?" He gruffed, noting how he hardly heard a gag. She planned for that as well, and letting him take control was such a dream. Moaning into each forceful push past her throat, down her esophagus. Her eyes sparkled in heinous delight, degenerative pleasure taken from being toyed with and fucked so easily. With her professionalism gone, she could indulge and moan however she wanted, "Mmm~"

But that moment couldn't last forever, a pull of his cock out of her throat, her rabbit feet picked up by the force of the dominant buck. She wasn't expecting that, gasping and dangling upside down, fully exposed. What a position. Right at his cock, they had a short walk around the house, until they came across that couch, the one she had been stationed at since that morning. It was so difficult for her to compose and quench that sexual energy pulsing inside of her, but now might be her chance for a proper plow and an end to this pent up problem. She fell into his lap again, his body laid longways along her couch. "God, you really are in heat, aren't you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she spoke after catching her breath once on her couch. The rabbit crawled into a comfortable position and ground that slick pussy against his cock, a passionate gaze boring deep into those blue eyes. "You better believe it, and you better fuck it right out of me. I don't even care if you cum inside, just...mmm, make me feel good~" she begged.

That put a giant smile on his face, eyes squinting in terrible delight, "I can't believe I finally get to breed a bunny." Once more he easily lifted her up from her hips,slowly lowering down, putting the tip of his cock right on target, but still holding her aloft. He wasn't going to give it to her that easily. "Is this what you want, Penelope?" He groaned, teasing out more and more of that submissive side he wanted to see, slowly bouncing her poor little fluff-ball in the air. That buck denied her, still not putting himself fully with the tip just at the base of her pussy each time. She couldn't help but squirm at each kiss of his rod, pressed along her lips. All this toying had her giddy, nodding and giggling in disgusting delight.

"Yes, yes! Oh, please fuck me! Do it, now!"

He was growing just as addicted now. Starting with that tapered tip, his pink rod easily slipped inside from how wet she was. But not just that; it was hot to the touch, enveloping and squeezing, easily finding room for that thick, long appendage. Trembling, squirming, longing, she gyrated around his penetration and heaved. The thought of slamming her down, forcing her petite body to shape around him built in her mind. He could be imagining the exact same thing with that piercing gaze into her widened pupils. Finally, he cupped her thighs tightly, one more lift, and just when Penelope expected the slam down, he only rewarded the tip. Her body did not like that with a whine escaping her. Rick found it hilarious and added to her pain, "Who's a good bunny in heat?"

"Me...me...I'm a good bunny~" She was more than lost in the moment, melting from his patronizing words. "I can take anything...you've seen how big my toys are," She pointed out, the one on her coffee table a good 10 inches in length and 2 inches in girth if one measured it. Even eyeballing it, a girl her size had to be daring to attempt it. Given her self-inflicted training, she could take more than that cervine schlong could offer.

"Then here, let me reward such a good little bunny."

A bulge was taking up half her torso once he sheathed to the base. That small cream body, begging for such a fierce cock, was now starting to feel its hubris. She covered her mouth with her hands knowing the following wails and cowls that followed would freak out her neighbors. "MMMMMHHH!!"

All the while, Rick regarded her with the same twisted grin. After her initial shock, he curled and tapped her flanks once more before giving her those initial mating thrusts. "Fuck, you're like a fleshlight!"

"F-Fuck...oh, you feel amazing." She swore and whimpered, "This is...ahhh, so much better!" What a sight, seeing the cute bunny moaning and howling like a re-awakening of her desires. Her body even aided each thrust and pushed down with her small hands gripping his arms. Every time, a willing bounce on his dick. "Oh...yes...I'll be your cute little fleshlight!" That was quite a scenario, wasn't it? Submitting to someone like him, going against her better nature, her need to be taken seriously like any other breed of animal. But right now, the only thing she needed, the one thing on her mind, was that submission. If it meant losing control and turning into a plaything, so be it.

"You're going to make the perfect little toy," Rick agreed, nostrils flaring from each heavy breath and snort. "You're shaped and sized for it, to be a living fleshlight for anyone bigger..."

"Ahhh, am I...like a stuffed toy...?" She asked, wanting to add fuel to that fantasy. It didn't help at all that she had her own collection of stuffed friends already, carefully lined up on her bed. What better to have than fluffy playmates closer to her size, which were sometimes used for her monthly delight as well? "Am I...your little...fluffy...sex doll?" It was hard for her to speak given such a rough treatment, even if it's one she didn't mind.

The reindeer's upper half rose once more, hands pushed onto her torso now, one hand taking a shoulder and the other her side. "You're my perfect little stuffed bunny. Something I can grab off the bed and fuck," He growled in her face, pausing his hips and locking her in that penetration. "I'll leave you there, looking cute and furry, barely any bigger than the other stuffed animals..." A question came to his mind, "You collect them, don't you?" Rick asked with another grunt and slam into her body.

"Kyahhh, oh yes!" She admitted with a squeal, hoping it didn't pierce through her apartment walls. But was that really so surprising? Small, cute, feminine little bunny girl fits that stereotype. She continued on through his almost punishing slow movements. "It's almost ohhhh too obvious...! Mmm, but now I'm your stuffed bunny...mmm...well, about to be stuffed!" She giggled, rolling her hips against his tantalizing cock.

"I want to fuck you with all of them around me," Another light bulb went off as he grabbed her hips and stood up, her body still clinging on, enveloped around him. She was such a lightweight, so he easily used her as a literal toy, as if jerking himself off using that tiny body. "Where's your room, Penelope?" He demanded between thrusts.

"Just...behind that door...!" She yelped out, her grip tightening on that rod as she whipped an arm around and pointed to her bedroom. That he took note, but not before torturing her some more, tweaking at a nipple along her small chest. "Ohhh! You're such a pervert~" She howled once more, loving it all the same.

"And what...mm...are you going to do about it?" The buck groaned, feeling each little spasm and milk at his cock. Penelope was going to speak, but then something a bit embarrassing happened. Her body betrayed her with a spraying release along his rod, tensing up in his grip, falling for that rush.

"Oh, I'm cumming...!"

But it wasn't like the previous ones. There was more to it than just a quick wash of pleasure coursing all over her body, then over in a matter of seconds with some afterglow to follow. Her eyes were dilated like saucepans gazing back at the caribou, her breath heavy and weighted, body drenched in sweat, limbs weak and hanging, and her lower half drenched along his spear. This was truly the first time an orgasm could feel so real, so powerful, purposeful. The only negative was a lack of his own hot seed inside of her. As a matter of fact, yes...she was the only one. Did he really have such control over his body in a moment like this? It only made things more daunting when he spoke once more:

"...you're cumming for me again."

"Oh...you're not even close, are you?" She brushed it off, though internally she was surprised, maybe frustrated.

"As far as you know..." came his snide remark.

And away from his cock, she was slung over his shoulder like the sex doll she had become that day, a connecting link between his tip and her entrance, a slowly thinning string. As instructed, the buck carried her to her room and her body flopped onto her bed. It nearly knocked the wind out of her lungs, but what did it matter now that she was like those dolls lined up along her bed? They covered her shelves and desk along with the occasional figurine. A hoard of treasured plastic and plush, surrounding them as she was going to be violated once more. Penelope wasn't completely stiff or cold, still trembling from that volcanic orgasm he gave her, but she did do her best to act as lifeless and doll-like as she could for the captor. Of course, no one told her to do this, but being compared to a sex toy, or a more child-friendly toy, activated something in her. And she had the body shape and fur pattern to match as well!

"I didn't make you pass out, did I?" teased the buck, keeping that domineering grin on his face, hard cock still swaying with each step he took towards the splayed and defenseless bunny toy. "Hmm, no...you're just playing possum." A hand cradled under her chin once more, forcing her to regard him, even with a feign glossed look of her eyes and dopey grin. After a few moments, he picked her up again, seeing her head and limbs slack. "Ohhhh, I get it...you're playing right into this, aren't you? Naughty girl..."

She could only wink as a sign that he guessed correctly, though wondered how long she could keep this act up, or if her emotions would come out again once the buck decided to plow into her. Just like an actual stuffed doll, he then held her close and sat down along her bed with a squeeze of his arms locking her in. Such tenderness, warming her lust-filled heart, one that beat against his firm chest. "God, you're adorable..." he whispered with a sigh that followed. Could this moment last forever? It probably shouldn't since Penelope did still have work to do today. But if he wasn't in a rush to cuddle with his snuggle bunny, then neither was she. "Shame what I'll have to do to you."

Once more her body was lifted up and hovered over that erect mass, and then pushed down with ease down to the base of his crotch. The rabbit couldn't help letting out excited little noises from her once shut lips. The pause after insertion and her moans entering his ear gave her slight worry, but it didn't turn him away. If anything, he made a few more deep thrusts to get more of those noises to come out of his bunny toy. "Ahhh...go on," she begged, breaking her role. "Fuck this little bunny toy...I'm all yours..."

"Yeah? Is that what my plushie wants?" He responded with a whisper, hungry like hers. "I'll allow you to squeak and moan, but if you try to move..."

"I got it...mmm~" Her moans grew quiet again, drifting into that slow rhythm bouncing along his cock. He made her ride it differently, now sitting straight up in the air, hovering in weakness to those mating thrusts while her partner laid back. The whole world was gyrating around her and throwing her useless, warm body around. Was she finally put in her place? It felt so strange diving right into this fantasy, of having a domineering force take control of her and use her like the adorable set of holes she was. "I'm just...a dumb, little...stuffed bunny," slowly droned the doll between heightened breaths.

Her partner didn't exactly take offense to what she was saying, but he did chuckle and keep his rhythm after a deep breath. "Oh, you're anything but that, Penelope," he assured her, catching a curious twinkle in her eye from such a calm tone. "Mm, I'd say you're more special than some of the other cute little dolls around here. If I wanted to fuck a stuffed toy, I'd throw you to the side and just choose one, rip a hole in the crotch, ravage it's poor, soft, fluffy body..." The thought of doing such a perverted thing perhaps made the two of them a bit too excited. A small boost of speed coming from the caribou's hips, the fuckable bunny doll whining into an elongated moan. But then Nick slowed his pace, forced her to listen once more, "But I don't want that. No, I want you, Penelope." Speaking like a knight in shining armor, he rose up and shone that gaze into her glossed over eyes again, hands cradling around her head. "Maybe you are dumb, little, and stuffed. But right now you're my bunny, and that means so much more to me!" He forced himself to stop for a deep kiss, only to flip her onto her back and drill like his life depended on it.

Such compassion sent her into overdrive, revitalizing what outward lust she had before. It was more than just a drone or whine of pleasure. And that finger darting right against her clit as well, working about as hard as his hips. The bunny was in ecstasy, howling from the treatment, though still a ragdoll thrashing around. How long would he last at this rate? She never knew a male that could control his urges and take command, holding back until the right moment to let loose and finish the job. And what about her? Would her body even be able to handle another orgasm at this rate? Could she even return to work? What would her excuse be, besides the truth; that she got the sense fucked out of her and it was the most amazing sex she's had in her life? It wouldn't be wrong, but not work-appropriate.

None of that mattered, however. Right now, she was the perfect sex toy, taking it like a good little bunny and echoing out each hit of pleasure that shook her. "Ahhh, ohhhh! Kyaaaahh!" The neighbors were going to have questions. They might knock on her door, demand she keep the noise down, warn her with this and that. But what was a cute little stuffed bunny supposed to do? Not enjoy herself? "Oh please, don't stop. I want your cum so much...!"

"You want my cum? Do you?" He grunted, repeating the demand back to her face. His breath steamed against her face from his nostrils, one hand pinning her hips and the other pinned against the bed. "Ah, fuck...you're gonna get it. And you better cum for me!"

"Yes, yes...!" she squealed in utter delight. "I'm gonna cum..." Each nailing drove at her pleasure points, better than her own silicon or rubber toys ever could on their own. It's like she went back into heat, just for this moment. Even if he was a completely different species with a very slim chance of knocking her up, her body was tricked into wanting that seed. Milking, squeezing, turning up the heat, sending those waves down towards her lower half. All culminating to this one point, a rush like no other, a climax she could only dream of...

Three more hits, two, one. He slammed a final time, arching his back and keeping her stuck with a heavy load to follow. "Grrrr, nngghh," he clenched both eyes and teeth shut and grunted as if he were a predator. What bulge his cock gave her little body would balloon from each rope of his spunk filling her belly. She was, of course, at a loss for words, but still vocal enough to yowl and whine for her lover. Her mind wouldn't phase back into reality for another little while, but by then the buck had drained himself completely. None of it had leaked out, not yet at least. It wouldn't be too much of a concern for her, however, as her energy had fully depleted. Eyes heavy and brain foggy, she drifted into a slumber, uttering just one word, "Thanks..."

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She was only knocked out for an hour or so, but Rick still made sure to take care of his toy. The bunny was cleaned up, dressed for work, and the apartment clean of used wads and straightened up to be as professional-at-home as possible. Right on her couch, cradled in a side hug, that's when she woke up. "Huhhh...?" she groaned out her greeting.

"Good morning, Penelope," he joked, patting along her shoulder. "You should be all good to go now."

And he was right. Her heat was gone, body satisfied, the room nice and cool instead of deathly hot, all thanks to him. "I, uh...appreciate it, Rick. And if you ever want to come by again..." her words were paced, a yawn escaping the groggy bunny. Back to work, then. No more thrown bodies, wet holes, slick thrusts, passionate yells. No more. Just be professional and earn some sales. "Just let me know, okay?"

"Anything for my dumb little stuffed bunny."

His finger tapped under her chin, turning her head up to his. He dove in, parting lips with her, a gentle reminder of what they have. Pulling back, he captured her gaze once more and flashed her a satisfied grin. He then rose from the couch and casually went to exit her home. "Take care, okay?" Those were his last words for her, showing off that handsome, caring look once more before opening the door and making his way out. It was unfortunate; she was too stunned to do more than wave and utter a gentle noise his way, and her body fell on its side right after. Some coffee might be good right now.

Taking her time, she did her usual coffee routine, changing out the filter and pouring in her artisanal mix that she bought a week prior. Dark chocolate, fudge, and vanilla. Fill it with hot water. Just the smell of it brewing was enough to wake her nerves and fill her with energy. In fact, she was positively bouncing, an after-wash of tenfold the relief she got once her heat went down. While it brewed and spread its aroma, she hopped over to her couch again and slipped a headset along the top of her head. On her laptop, she logged into her work client software, shortly starting her first scheduled call.

Once the line answered, she grinned and spoke proudly to her customer. "Hello, how are you doing this afternoon? This is Penelope, representing Celebrate Toy Co." And off she went, back to work, a satisfied little stuffed bunny.