Kangas Awakening
Kanga's Awakening
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
All Rights Reserved
November, 2003.
Christopher Robin brushed his teeth dilligently, then washed his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Time for bed Christopher!" Came his mothers insistant call.
"Coming mother!" He replied automatically, then dried his face and hands, hanging the small hand-towel back on its rack.
Flicking a quick glance back at the mirror, he smiled the typical innocent smile of the young child. One filled with a look of pure innocence and unblemished by the troubles of adulthood, those fine lines of stress, anxiety and other curses that adults fought every day. He bounded off into his bedroom, where he leapt nto his bed and snuggled down into the warm blankets. Watching on,his mother smiled, then kissed his cheek and tucked him in.
"Pleasant dreams Christopher," She smiled, as she gently smoothed back an errant lock of hair from his eyes. "I'll see you in the morning, nice and early."
"Sure Mum..." Christopher smiled, then snuggled down into his blankets.
His mother rose from the bedside, then she turned around and placed his favorite plush toy in the bed beside him, then left the room and turned off the light behind her, quietly closing the door. Christopher mumbled sleepily, then he wrapped his arms around the kangaroo plush and cuddled it tightly, burying his nose into its soft throat.
"Night...Kanga...." Christopher mumbled, then his eyes slowly slipped closed - and at last - he slept.
*
His room silent, lit only by the pale silvery-white of the moonlight that shone in through the window, the curtains whispering to themselves as they moved gently in the cool breeze that wafted through them. In his bed, Christopher murmured and rolled over, cuddling the plush tighter, a smile touching the corner of his lips.
Almost imperceptably, the plush gave a delicate shiver, its glass eyes suddenly turning a rich, glossy texture. Its fur rippled and ran like wax, as the fake fur vanished and was replaced with real fur, the plush groaning softly and stretching as faster and faster, the plush came to life, becoming a living, breathing and real female kangaroo. Blinking her eyes, Kanga stretched her arms, feeling the muscles moving and flexing beneath the fur, her body becoming more and more real with every breath she took. There was no pain as her body transformed from polyester, wire, glass and stuffing - into the real, living, breathing form of a Doe. Black pawpads appeared on her palms and her fingertips ended in small, but surprisingly sharp claws. Her legs and feet lengthened and stretched, the toes materialising and splitting apart painlessly, the long, powerful middle-talon puishing through the tip of her toe, and the smaller claws appearing either side.
Faster and faster, the transformation from stuffed toy, to reality progressed, and Kanga lay beside Christopher, inhaling the scent of the young boy and then hesitantly looking around her at the strange room. Confusion made her eyes narrow and muzzle wrinkle, as she carefully slid out of his grasp and rolled over, then managed with difficulty, to climb down off the bed. Here, Kanga rose and stretched, feeling the joints and bones crackle and pop as they aligned properly. When Kanga had stretched and shook herself off, she slowly rose to her full height, and ran her black paws slowly down her belly and scratched her pouch. Curiosity got the better of her, and she crawled on all fours around the room, investigating the room and its contents. Her cold, black nose sniffed and nudged objects, and more than one she tentatively licked or nibbled on, then spat it out and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Kanga..." Christopher mumbled, as in his sleep, his arms patted the bed. "Kanga - where are you...."
Kanga's ears flicked and she turned to look back at the sleeping child, and she crawled over to the bed and nuzzled his fingers tenderly. Wrinkling her nose again, she blinked and her ears flicked, as she analysed the taste of him, and found it to her liking. Gently, she nibbled and licked his fingers, her long, hot tongue sliding over and around them, as she worked across his palm and up his forearm.
"Kanga..." Christopher mumbled. "Stop it...it...it tickles." Christopher murmured, still asleep.
Her sensitive nose twitched, as she smelt a different scent on him, and she sat back on her haunches and her eyes narrowed once again in confusion. Never having been near humans before, Kanga couldn't understand the scent she could smell, but it was not unpleasant to her highly sensitive nose. If anything, she found the smell alluring, and she twtiched as an ache began to grow within her body. Hesitantly, Kanga licked his forearm again, then Christopher rolled over onto his back and his eyelids cracked open, his vacant, sleepy gaze locking on her deep, glassy brown eyes.
"You...you're real!" Christopher gasped, as his mouth sagged open and his eyes widenened.
Kanga stared at him, her ears twitching too and fro, as she understood what he said, but she too was caught in confusion.
"I..." Kanga growled, her voice more animal than human. "Who...what am...I?"
Christopher rubbed his eyes tiredly and stared at her again, as he sat up in his bed and looked at the slender young Grey Kangaroo doe that stood beside his bed. Kanga stood barely a handsbreadth taller than Christopher, and he looked at her, gazing in surprise at the very real Kangaroo Doe that stared back in equally confused bewilderment.
Kanga stood about four feet, nine inches tall, her body covered from eartip to toe in a fine, silky smooth fur, that was predominantly a greyish/brown colour. From just under her throat, down her chest, belly and inner thighs, the fur was more a finer, paler greyish/white. As Christoher tentatively reached out and touched her paw, Kanga instinctively flinched - but she settled and let him take her paw in his shaking hand. If anything, she found this to be comforting and enjoyable. Her long ears flicked forwards and back again, then she smiled shyly and squeesed his hands with both paws and ten shyly nuzzled him.
This simple act, made Christopher gasp and tremble, and Kanga shied away nervously, then she settled and looked at him. He giggled softly, then slid aside on the bed and pet it, looking at her. Kanga took the hint and carefully crawled up onto his bed, feeling the mattress give beneath her weight. It was a little unnerving for her, and even more so, when Christopher again reached out and stroked her.
"I...I can not believe...I got to be dreaming - " He whispered, eyes wide in delight. "You're really real?"
"Who...I do not - understand." Kanga grunted, her eyes flicking too and fro, her body shivering with frear and hesitation.
Christopher smiled, then he fearlessly wrapped his arms about her slender neck and cuddled her. To her surprise, Kanga his embrace comforting, and she carefully lay herself down, allowing Christopher to rub and stroke her. His hands roamed her body, from head to thigh, and when he hesitantly rubbed her pouch, Kanga gasped and pressed herself against him, a low, faint gurgle of pleasure escaping her. Her nose brought her a new scent, one that was strong and musky - but this scent began to make the faint ache that was annoying her, even more insistant. Her body instinctively reacted to the musky odor, and a tremble rippled through her, as a growing warmth grew in her groin area.
"I'm Christopher - " He told her, as he continued to soothing pet and stroke her.
"Who...am I?" Kanga whispered back, her voice getting a little stronger. "What am I?"
"You're...Kanga!" Christopher responded with the pure innocence of a child. "You are my toy plush...well...you were!"
Kanga stared at him in confusion, her ache in her loins getting more and more instant, and she wriggled against Christopher, until she could rub at the irritation with a black furred paw. Christopher was unmindful of Kanga's rising discomfort, but he was aware of the new and not upleasant experiences he was experiencing. His penis was getting firmer and firmer, straining against the tight confines of his underwear, and he groaned and squirmed.
Christopher had experienced erections before, that wasn't unusual, but this was - something far different. An ache built and built inside him, he could feel his scrotum tightening. Wriggling away from Kanga, he pulled his pjyama pants down, and his erection fairly sprang to life, then slapped against his stomach. Kanga blinked and looked at him, then up into his eyes. Christopher smiled and cuddled Kanga again, and he rolled over so he was against her. At the touch of his trembling member against her warm pouch, Kanga squirmed and gasped - her own arousal rising, and she whimpered softly.
Her arousal aching and burning within her, Kanga knew what she wanted, but she was afraid.
"Kanga - whats wrong?" Christopher gasped, as he wriggled against her, feeling her body tensing.
"Christopher - I...I'm afraid. I know - what I want to do, but you...I mean - have you ever.... Have you ever mated a female?" Kanga blurted out, then her ears folded flat in shame, her head bowing as she sniffled and averted her eyes from his.
"I do not understand what you mean - " Christopher told her, as he gently lifted her head up and looked into her tearful eyes.
"What I mean..." Kanga sniffled. "You...do you...want too, I mean - do you, want to breed me?"
"Kanga..." Christopher whispered, as he stared at her in confusion.
"Just - just trust me...okay?" Kanga whispered, as she rubbed her cheek against his paw.
"I trust you Kanga - " Christopher admitted, his eyes confused but his young body, openly showing his willingness.
*
Kanga rose and positioned herself over his thighs, her heavy tail laying between his legs, as she gently squeesed his shoulders with her black paws and began licking his face and chest. Christopher moaned and giggled at the hot, slippery tongue, as Kanga dilligently gave him a tongue bathing. Her body aching more and more, Kanga pushed her feelings aside, as she settled in to comforting and relaxing her human master.
"Kanga - it tickles!" Christopher squealed.
Kanga growled warningly, then held her paws against his mouth. "Christopher - please! Do not cry out...this...this will be our little secret, nobody can know, you must promise me!"
Christopher's eyes welled with tears at her menacing growl, and he nodded and shuddered, then Kanga's anger melted and she slipped her paws around his neck, then pulled his head against her chest and weakly cuddled him.
"Christopher, I'm...sorry." Kanga sniffled, as she squeesed him gently. " I didn't mean to make you cry, please master - please don't cry."
He sniffled and wriggled beneath her, until he was in a partially sitting position, then he looked into her eyes and hesitantly began to stroke her neck and back. Kanga murred and nodded encouragingly to him, as she settled into a gently licking of his shoulder. Soon, he had relaxed and calmed - then Kanga slowly pressed herself forwards and one of her gentle paws grasped his erect penis, holding it carefully.
"Kanga - " Christopher gasped. "You...."
"Trust me, master." Kanga smiled, then she licked his nose. "It'll be...pleasurable, for you. I promise."
Wriggling herself forwards, Kanga placed her hind-legs either side of his hips, then she nervously positioned her groin above her paw - and with a hesitant, gentle movement, she began mounting Christopher.
"Kanga!" Christopher gurgled, his body engulphed in pleasure beyond his understanding, as he felt the tight, hot walls of Kanga's sex sliding down his penis.
"Master - shhh - remember, nobody must hear...us, please!" Kanga growled quietly, as she shuddered and whimpered - then relaxed her tight muscles and drove her hips down, fully engulphing his penis inside her.
"Oh...oh...Kanga!" Christopher hissed, as his hands contracted painfully tight around her back, his hips bucking up against her own.
Kanga bit her lip and fought down the painful sensation, as he squeesed her tighter. Her sole intention was to please her master, and she began to slowly rock against him, tightening and contracting her muscles along his penis, feeling every single movement of him inside her.
"Christopher - here...." kanga panted, as she took his hands in her paws, then pressed them against her pouch. "Please...rub my...pouch, it...it is...very pleasant."
Christopher obliged, his shaking hands caressing and rubbing her pouch, as Kanga groaned and arched her back inwards, sliding up against Christopher, then she squealed in Marsupial delight, before pressing down against him, sliding back down upon his length again. This was more than he could withstand, and he grabbed her roughly by the hips, and Kanga tensed, before she pulled his head firmly against her chest, muffling his cries.
His first orgasm felt to him, like an explosion. His scrotum tensed, then his anus puckered incredibly painfully tight, as he bucked against Kanga and his orgasm erupted into full release. His entire body erupted into electrical-like shocks, as his orgasm tore through his young body like a tidal wave. Pleasure built and built from the region of his groin, short circuiting his nervous system and sending his mind whirling into the nether regions.
Kanga milked him for all he was worth, her powerful muscular contractions squeesing him dry, and Christopher crumbled bonelessly back into his bed, his body giving one last tremble - before he gasped and fainted.
Smiling, Kanga leaned down and lovingly licked his cheeks and face, keeping herself impaled upon him, as she shuddered and moaned in delight.
"Thank you master Christopher," Kanga murred, as she softly trailed a clawtip across his fevered forehead.
Kanga grunted and froze, then her body tensed and rippled, as it flickered and became inaminate, the glass eyes staring blankly ahead, the body returning to its soft, lifeless form, which slowly toppled from the bed and fell onto the carpeted floor with a quiet thump. Oblivious, Christopher slept, his mind overwhelmed and body still recovering from what he and Kanga had shared.
*
Next morning, Christopher awoke and groaned, then became vaguely aware of a large, cold patch on his pyjama bottoms. His hand reached down and felt something wet and sticky, then he realised his sheets were likewise wet and stained. Embarrassed, he hurriedly leapt from his bed and quickly dressed, then pulled the sheets off his bed and tossed them haphazardly into the clothes hamper. As he turned back around, he met the glassy-stare from the Kangaroo plush, that lay on the far side of his bed.
"Christopher - is that you? Come on - breakfast is ready!" Came his mothers call.
"Coming mother!" Christopher answered, as he hurriedly picked up his plush kangaroo and gave her a tight, loving cuddle.
Kanga remained as cold and lifeless as the stuffing that filled her.
*
Hurriedly, he ran from the room and downstairs, leaving Kanga sitting on the bed. Her lifeless expression changed, and she smiled softly, then ran her black furred paws slowly down her stomach and then her thighs. Feeling the sticky fluids that matted and plastered her inner thighs and groin, Kanga shook her head and smiled again.
"I hope you're happy with yourself," Came a morose reply from the far corner of the room.
Kanga snorted, then slowly turned her head, to stare at the sad, droopy expression of Eyore, who gazed back at her from the corner of the room, where he'd lain neglected for many months, amongst the other stuffed plush.
"Jealous Eyore?" Kanga asked, as she stretched, then twisted herself down and began licking the sticky mess on her thighs.
"You're a Doe - you can do that easily enough...." Eyore's sad, mournful reply came to her backswept ears. "You don't see Christopher letting me breed him!"
"Now now Eyore," Kanga smirked. "I know why, as what would Tigger say? You're his female, and don't forget that."
"How could I?" Eyore sighed sadly. "Still - I wouldn't mind Master Christopher doing to me, what he did to you!"
"Jealously doesn't become you Eyore," Kanga replied and ran her paws over her pouch and stomach. "Besides, Joey wants a brother or a sister, and I think Master Christopher will make a wonderful father - he just needs to learn to control himself better, but now he knows the truth about me - and what pleasure I can give him, I am quite sure, he'll be more...willing - wouldn't you say?"
Eyore only stared sadly at Kanga, then turned his head away.
Kanga laughed.
END