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Privacy was a rare treat for anyone who lived in a college dormitory.

Breanna knew that well enough to try and plan ahead for her time alone, and when she knew it was coming, she tried her best to make the most of every occasion, even if that meant doing something as simple and casual as taking an uninterrupted nap.

"_Oooh..._y-yup. That's kicking in a little bit..."

Of course, the dragoness had a taste for some of the finer things in life, and a stash of gummies hidden under the bed made everything seem just a little finer, when taken in the right amount. She always started with a half and waited a little while, and if she didn't feel anything, she'd pop the other half in her maw with the knowledge that she'd feel something before too much longer.

That night, with her roommate embarking on her own adventure outside the dorm, Breanna couldn't think of any safer place to be than inside the confines of those four small walls...but she wasn't feeling claustrophobic, even when the effects of the THC took their subtle toll on her body.

She was delightfully comforted, settled in the embrace of a small hoard of plush animals. Their personalities were literally stitched and painted onto their faces and postures, but with every moment that passed, their stoic nature became vibrant and fluid, allowing Breanna to believe that they weren't just a set of toys that she liked to rest upon, but the rest of her roommates...and at that, roommates that shared a much deeper connection with her.

"You guys get really insistent when we've finally got a moment alone," Breanna whispered, pretending that they had to keep their secret activities at a reasonable volume; there was no chance that they'd be happened upon with the dormitory mostly deserted and the door locked. "Not that I can blame you for being antsy. I've been dying to have a moment alone with all of you."

Though they weren't capable of actual movement or action, the dragoness could believe that her fantasy was becoming reality with a little help from the concentrated marijuana: though her own thumb and claw were tugging at the edge of her pajama pants and exposing the cotton of her panties, there was a fluffy paw clutched in her palm all the while.

In her mind, that toy was tugging her clothes away and encouraging her to keep up the strip tease...and she loved how forceful he could be, when he finally had a chance to get his hands on her.

"Goodness, y-you just don't know how to take your time, do you?" she asked, pulling down that much faster at her comfortable pajamas. All the while, her mind was falling further and further into the subtle hallucination, allowing her to believe that it was all the forceful nature of the plush that was getting the job done.

To feel so desired by a creature that it would literally come to life and strip her clothes away from her body was a thrill unto itself, but to be inebriated enough to actually believe that fantasy allowed her to feel the greater rush of being wanted, being lusted after to a higher degree.

She was consenting all the way, even in the realm of her fantasy...but there was that little bit of playful pushback escaping her lips as the toys worked. That first creature, a tiny feline with a black overcoat and tiny, white paws, was already digging his fangs into the turquoise fabric of her panties, eager to see them pulled all the way to her knees.

"You're being so rough with me...t-those teeth...I just love the way they scratch me," Breanna confessed. She wanted her toys to take as much liberty as they could with her body, and she knew they'd keep her guessing, but to feel that subtle, constant drag of vinyl teeth against her thigh was the catalyst that left a stain against the crotch of her panties.

She could already hear the toys rumbling around her, each one mumbling their approval of her natural moisture, but there was no agreement on who would be the first to sample that delicious flesh; the only agreement they came to was the importance of making sure the dragoness was a good girl...that she stayed put for the duration of the act.

"W-wait, you don't have to do anything like that!" Breanna offered protest, but there was no strength behind her voice: she was perfectly fine with the fox that had taken a hold of her wrist and pulled it back to the side, forcing her bare, modest bosom to stretch and push into the loose grip of her t-shirt. "You guys know I'd be a good girl for you, no matter what you wanted to do!"

When she was alone with her plushies, she was safe to explore her own sexuality in ways that she never thought she could with a flesh-and-blood partner, but that didn't take anything away from the interactions.

If anything, there was something that much more fulfilling about the idea of getting to explore her fantasies to the utmost degree. That their climaxes were only in her imagination didn't take anything away from her own.

In fact, she found that her orgasms spent between a pair of plushies redefined what the word could mean to her.

"Oh my goodness...y-you're all getting involved?" she asked, watching as one of the larger plushies hooked his paws underneath her armpits, pulling her back toward the bed. "Look, I can handle one or two of you at once, but if you all come at me at once like that..."

Her legs pushed up from the floor, but all the while, she was completely trapped in the illusion, believing that she was being overwhelmed by the strength of the soft, rotund bear.

"You guys are gonna...g-gonna ruin me..."

There was such lust mingled into her every word that any mortal man would have been brought to their knees by her voice, but the plushies didn't have such weaknesses: they were only spurred on by the sound of anticipated delight, and the delicate shudder of her body as she was tugged into the middle of the bed and stripped the rest of the way, leaving her t-shirt aside as a reminder of how eager the toys were to get down to business.

"Oh, f-fuck! The other arm, too?" she asked, trying her best to turn her head and catch a glimpse of which plush was stealing away the last of her freedom.

She couldn't quite make her neck turn far enough, but a quick glance down revealed that the feline was already climbing into position above her lap, dragging the plentiful flesh of his cock along the inside of her thigh and leaving a trail of precum on the way.

Her legs tried to clench shut around the first, lucky toy to brave the trip between her thighs, but she felt soft, pliable weight tugging at her ankles and keeping them in place: a penguin was holding the right ankle, and a dolphin was grabbing at her left.

Panties rested at the knee, keeping her legs from budging; genuinely trapped by her own lack of inhibitions, Breanna was prepared to take the full length of the feline's impressive cock, but she didn't think he'd keep climbing and drag the tip all the way across the slender, delicate valley of her underbelly.

"Got me right where you want me, and now you're having a change of heart?" she asked, taunting the tuxedo patterned feline, even in the face of her own helplessness. "Sure hope you don't regret passing on that opportunity, Betemit..."

Paws that came with the softest of plush pads and delicate tufts between the digits only stopped when the reached the bare, sensitive peaks of Breanna's tits. She let out a groan when she felt his paws kneading against her nipples, teasing the flesh in a way that no other touch could ever simulate, but something more was waiting for her than such a simple pleasure.

Pulsing, eager warmth settled in the gap of her cleavage and pumped until it reached near to the edge of her neck, but the simulated flesh was just short of being able to reach her lips...leaving an opening for one more toy to take advantage of.

"Now that's a surprise...y-yes...fuck my tits, Betemit...use them h-however you like!" she cried out, feeling a greater bliss than she would have expected from the seemingly selfish act. "Can't wait for my favorite little kitty to s-share his milk with me..."

On either side of her torso, she felt extra paws pushing up on the sides of her breasts, creating a tighter cleavage for Betemit to push his length through. In turn, Breanna felt even more surfaces on her tender breasts being stimulated, and between her legs, her womanhood threatened to leave a massive puddle on the edge of the covers, if someone didn't step in to handle the mess.

For every part of the act that was all in her vivid imagination, there was another part that was entirely real, and in that instance, it was the slow, eager trickle of feminine arousal that stained the edge of the bed...but as the drugs in her system took a greater hold of her mind, the lines of fantasy and reality continued to blur, until she was sure she could feel new moisture against her womanhood.

"Oh, g-goodness...I'd know that tongue anywhere...Rover, y-you naughty mutt!"

The perky eared canine was just the toy for the job, with a tongue that could press upon the whole of her womanhood with a single stroke. At his size, the husky could have easily pinned Breanna down and taken her body on his own, but the toys were working together in ways that the dragoness had never seen before, and part of the plan was making sure that everyone got in on the fun.

Rover had no problem being greedy, and a narrowed stare of icy blue was looking past the source of his work, right over the peak of Breanna's clit, even as the flat of his tongue rolled back and forth over that delicate morsel.

"You've always b-been the best at that," she whispered, worried that she might offend the other toys by showing Rover such preference. "But you've all g-got your perks about you, don't you? Just a matter of putting them in the right places..."

Each toy was watching with such earnest that the full, throbbing erections between their legs were less a surprise, and more the expectation.

That some of the toys on the sideline were starting to actually lift and play with their own cocks was catching Breanna by surprise, but then, so was the sheer number of toys, appearing in such quantity that she felt like she was putting on a show in front of an entire arena of horny plushies.

"Didn't think we'd have such a crowd for tonight, though...were all of you on the guest list?" she joked, whirling her head around with genuine confusion and surprise at the fact that she'd gained such a collection over the years. "Or did some of you invite your friends and promise them a good time, too?"

"I don't think you've ever been this talkative, Breanna."

With her arms and legs being held in place by other toys, the massive bear behind her was able to sneak out from the small of her back and let her lie flat against the mattress, her body pluming out the little air that was trapped in the covers.

"Not that your voice isn't angelic, but you really could get us all caught if you keep that up," the ursine noted. "Might be for the best if we put that mouth of yours to better use..."

The dragoness didn't have a problem with her plushies taking some liberty with her fantasy, but anymore, she didn't know if she was still putting the toys in place, or if they were genuinely doing all the work for her.

To feel her horns being tugged back, forcing her skull to crick toward the end of the bed...to feel thick, powerful digits, coated in fluff and felt prying her maw open and forcing her to take the tip of a full, warm cock...she'd be left guessing if it was all in her head for the rest of the night.

That first thrust came without warning for Breanna, who was trying to make heads or tails of the situation. Her gag reflex kicked in so quickly and easily that she couldn't imagine she was doing any of this herself, but to have completely lost control of the situation wasn't sparking any fear or paranoia in the dragoness.

Instead, it was spurring another warm, eager gush of her arousal across Rover's tongue; the delighted canine was slurping at Breanna's womanhood with such excitement and intensity that he was doing a better job of spreading the mess than he was with drinking it up.

Even if she wanted to, Breanna wouldn't have been able to complain about the trickling arousal when she was so busy struggling with the largest toy in her collection.

So many paws rubbing my body...so many cocks brushing my scales...I can barely breathe around this monster!

She couldn't begin to keep everything straight, but her flesh was so sensitive to the touch that she couldn't ignore the growing pace of the member pumping between her breasts, even when a larger one was testing the limits of her throat and a slowly fading gag reflex. Just as her neck started to bulge around the shaft of the same, she felt the tip between her breasts nearing the point where the ends almost touched, and for a moment, her mind went blank.

The lines were completely blurred, and as she winced in her effort to keep everything together, the whole situation unraveled just enough that she lost her grip on reality completely, seeing not a stuffed animal behind her, but the actual character that she'd imparted on the bear some odd years ago.

Wait a minute...Victor...you're real?!

Too stoned to realize that the bear shouldn't have been able to hear her thoughts, Breanna thought nothing of the way Victor replied so easily and clearly.

"The way you're sniffing at my crotch...drinking up my taste and drowning in my musk...if that's not enough to prove that I'm real, what more could you possibly need?" the giant, stuffed bear asked her. Once steady eyes not only took motion, but narrowed on her with a sense of dominance, ensuring that the dragoness would stay right where she was, even if every toy decided they wanted a turn with her soaking throat. "Other than a big, thick load pouring down your throat, I'm just about out of ideas..."

Between his eager, constant slurps, Rover was able to manage a snickering reply. "Like she's gonna complain about that?" he asked, before putting his lips right back to the hood of Breanna's clit.

Suckling on the spot with such intensity that her entire body seized, Rover was doing his friend and fellow plushie a favor, forcing Breanna's throat to tighten and her head to bob back against the entirety of that delightful flesh.

"Wasn't sure if she wanted it somewhere else," Victor replied. "But if you think she'd like a little something to soothe her throat after all this hard work..."

"She's definitely earned it," Betemit chimed in. "Keeping her tits all nice and pressed together for me so I can just kneel here and f-fuck them all night long...couldn't have asked for a better way to start my weekend!"

They were her toys, but in the heat of the moment, Breanna felt like she was the one being used for the enjoyment of others; with her inhibitions shed and her mind riding an absolutely perfect high, she found herself not only pliable, but enjoying the idea more than she would have expected.

You've all been such good plushies for me lately, making me feel so comfortable and reminding me of home...you deserve to have a little fun with me like this, she thought. Besides, the last time we had privacy like this, we were at home...once more for old time's sake, hm?

Incorporating drugs into the act wasn't something she often did in her homeland, but Breanna was giving credence to the idea that college was a time intended for a little experimentation.

Thanks to a couple of recently dissolved gummies, she was interacting with a trio of toys like she'd never imagined possible.

"Just don't get too comfortable up there," Rover growled from below. The canine thought he was proving his dedication to the dragoness with a little extra bit of flair, and right as Breanna felt her clit daring to go numb, his tongue dipped away and slid through the slick, delicate gap of her petals once more. "I've got a bone to bury, and there's a couple of really good-looking hills up there..."

If he wanted, the canine knew he could have simply hopped up and wrapped his front legs around Breanna's hips: the dragoness would have been perfectly fine with such a fate, but Rover was a loyal boy and a proper gentleman, in tune with Breanna to such an extent that he could tell what she preferred, that evening.

With the more delicate approach of his tongue, he could keep Breanna teetering back and forth between the few, glorious seconds before an orgasm, and the delightful plunge that came immediately after.

"Gonna have to w-wait your turn," Betemit called back, but he didn't look away from the dragoness. Every part of her body was a visual feast, and to see her supple, perky breasts shift and bounce around his thrusts was too great a treat to ignore. "Pretty sure she's a lot happier with me up here, anyway...that big, knotted beast of yours might not even fit!"

The toys were speaking Breanna's internal dialogue for her as much as they were offering their own thoughts: what came from their mouths was a strange blend of just what the dragoness wanted to hear, and a little something more, presented as those thoughts that she would have been a bit too bashful to acknowledge in a sober state.

"Long as our little friends keep propping her breasts around it, I'm sure she'd be able to figure it out," Victor claimed. "Our little dragon is quite the talented cocksleeve...s-she hasn't come up for air once since I plugged her throat!"

With thick, powerful digits clinging to her horns and gripping them so feverishly, Breanna couldn't have budged her skull away if she wanted to.

Her throat was getting one hell of a workout at the behest of the well-endowed bear, but every time she felt the tip of his cock threatening to dip a little further into her neck, her only regret was not being able to see the outline of that bulge, the way that all the toys around her could.

She couldn't see as much of the show as she would have liked at all, especially when her ears could hear the whispering in the crowd and the distant moaning of all the toys she'd ever humped in her sleep, each one sharing their favorite memories of what stains and messes she'd left on them in her sexual desperation.

Glad to know that they've all enjoyed my company so much, she thought. Cumming all over their faces and tummies really is the least I can do to thank them for their efforts...

"Speaking of plugging her, though..."

Victor wasn't focused purely on his pleasure, but the ursine could only take so much of Breanna's subconscious swallowing and gagging before he needed to take a break, himself.

Feeling how loud her stifled moans had become against his shaft, Victor was getting the point already: the lucky girl was finally starting to come down from her high, but she'd spent it in the best company that she could have asked for, having as much fun with her collection as she'd ever been able to.

She deserved a proper sendoff into her dreams, and Victor was at the helm as he redoubled his grip around her horns. "Everyone, come in close and make sure she can hear how much you appreciate her taking care of us all the time," he commanded, drawing the small legion of assorted plushies closer to Breanna's helpless, but delighted bodice. "And get ready for the g-grand finale..."

There was only one toy that rivaled Victor's size, both in the measure of his member, and the amount of space he took up.

That one was a dragon of her own design, propped up against the edge of the bed and watching from the sidelines all the while...his name was Charles, and to see his favorite dragoness having such a wonderful time, he couldn't help gripping the flesh of his shaft and giving it a quick, tender stroke; he didn't need any further warming up.

"Anyone else ready to tag in?" he asked, as he watched Victor pump and thrust against Breanna's helpless maw, forcing her to gag anew...but it was all within the realm of what the talented girl could handle. "Because I don't think she's ready to sleep just yet..."

He can't be serious, right?

Breanna was only allowed to wander in her thoughts a moment longer, before a new curiosity streaked across the inside of her throat and splashed around in her gullet.

She didn't know how high she still was, but it seemed impossible for a toy to leave a warm, slick cumshot pouring down the inside of her neck; she had toys that could be filled with a simulating lubricant, but in the heat of the moment, she didn't remember that fact.

She didn't even remember taking the gummies, as her womanhood absolutely painted Rover's tongue with a fresh streak of arousal, matting the fluff on either side of his maw and ensuring that her alluring scent would taunt him for the rest of the night.

"The way she treats us when she's playing solo, I never would have thought she'd enjoy having so many of us play with her at one time," Betemit noted. "Think she'll b-be doing this with us more often?"

Excess lubricant sprayed from the tip of his false cock, coating the already slick valley of her cleavage and making it that much easier for the next toy to take advantage of the waiting treasure; Betemit wasn't planning to finish so early, but then, he had the same concept of time that Breanna did, in that moment.

He didn't realize that he'd been pumping at her bosom for the better part of an hour.

"Sure hope she will be," Rover mentioned, letting his tongue clean up as much of Breanna's orgasmic release as he could hope to contain. "But next round, I wanna be the one fucking her..."

Charles gave the canine a quick nudge, moving into place and slipping his clawed fingertips under the thick heft of her tail. "Wait your turn, pup. You'll get another chance, I'm sure..."

The toys could only work on the assumption that Breanna was coming down from her high: they didn't know it for a fact , having only played along with Breanna's own understanding of the drugs.

Having taken a larger dose than usual, she was only just starting to find her voice again when Victor pulled back, leaking a messy strand of his juices across the edge of the bed and stepping aside for another toy to take his place.

"Oh...m-my goodness...y-you guys just don't know when to quit, do you?" she asked, unsure of just how many times she'd spilled her orgasmic delights on Rover's tongue. "Can't we t-take a break?"

Charles gripped her by the hips and flipped her over, pushing her thighs against the edge of the bed. The new pose made it easy for him to push her tail up toward her spine and expose her tailhole, but he was already in the middle of climbing onto her form and mounting her; he wasn't going to wait for another part of her body to be warmed up when her pussy was already dripping wet and waiting to be filled.

"Do you really want us to take a break?" he asked.

Breanna was trying to think of a good excuse to stop Charles when the tapered tip of his draconic length kissed against her petals, but she was completely lost to the mingled pleasures of a mind-altering substance and the dedication of her fleet of plushies.

Just as her lips opened for an excuse, she found another length pushing at her tongue, and all desire to find an excuse was done away by the first, domineering thrust of Charles' member.

A break? She thought. We're just getting started, Charles...get to work.