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“Come to the living room? Interesting…you always are full of surprises, aren't you, Washu?”

It was truly difficult to surprise someone that you'd been seeing for such a long time, but Ryoohki gave credit where credit was due: Washu gave it a sincere effort.

There didn't have to be overt and grandiose gestures of affection on a daily basis, but she and Ryoohki knew that the backbone of any good relationship was effort, and though they'd tried almost every position and kink in the book, there were limitless ways to put a spin on a fetish, or to modify a position into something they hadn't tried before.

Though Ryoohki was unaware, that was an instance wherein Washu was trying something truly unique, thinking that she would have enough time to plan a more elaborate display…but she was playing around with a new serum that she'd been gifted from a mutual friend of theirs, and that particular blend worked faster than she realized.

The half empty vial was still sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, with only a hint of the contents spilled in a puddle nearby, but the greater proof of Washu's involvement remained in the middle of the couch, itself, where she had tried to get herself into an oversexualized pose, hoping to surprise the bear with a seductive posture.

She didn't realize that the effect of the potion—a strain known as Prebudila P—would be as rapid as it was effective, rendering her motionless and shrinking her down to a shadow of her former size.

“This…hm. Doesn't quite look like the other plushies that she's gifted me, before,” Ryoohki noted, as he stepped into the living room. He took a quick look behind the couch and around the kitchen to see if Washu might have been posting up, hoping to catch the bear in the act of using his new gift, but instead, he found their rest of their house to be completely deserted…only adding to the mystery of what was going on.

The bottle was the first clue, and as Ryoohki examined it, he noticed a remnant on the muzzle of the plushified Washu: dabs of pink around either side of her lips were especially obvious upon fur of such snowy white, and ever-present were the bright, blue runes that decorated her overcoat.

They were too perfect a match to have been a coincidence, but only when Ryoohki felt a familiar warmth in the touch of that plush did he accept the reality of the ewe having turned herself into a toy…and that was all that he knew of her situation, as he looked upon her smaller, softer form.

“Well, I'll be…t-this isn't just a replica ,” he mentioned, unaware that Washu's faculties were still in place: she could hear every word that he said, smell the delicate musk coming from his naked body, and most importantly, she could feel the stroke of his fingertips against her bare tummy, as he inspected her. “This is the genuine article…how did you pull this one off, Washu?”

She couldn't answer, however, following many of the same physical rules that a typical plush would have to.

“Feels like she's still warm to the touch, even. Either she hasn't been like this all that long, or she’s dabbling with some new kind of magic…either way, I like what I see…”

Though she was made of the same felt and faux fur that most plushies would have been, Washu had extra details that were so reminiscent of her natural appearance, Ryoohki was having less and less trouble believing that his girlfriend had turned herself into a doll.

He lifted her body from the couch with ease, holding her limp, dangling form upright for a fuller inspection: the familiar, tender buds of her nipples and the runic markings were all there, and as he shamelessly admired her womanhood, he was impressed to see that even the hood of her clit and the shape of her petals had been preserved, looking exactly as they would have if she was still made of living flesh.

He didn't fully understand it, but knowing their mutual appreciation for penetrating—and being penetrated by—plush toys, the bear could already guess what Washu wanted him to do with her transformed, helpless body.

“All the way down to the smallest details, you're a perfect copy, no doubt. Almost leads me to believe that you're the real thing…and if you are , that means you knew exactly what you were getting into when you made this decision, and what you're doing to me right now, even if you don't see it.”

Her eyes functioned, but she couldn't turn her head or neck—looking around wasn't a possibility—though she could see whatever her expression was turned to.

Right then, with her head hanging limp, she could just see the tip of her lover's cock, already starting to emerge from the depths of his sheath…and no doubt remained about his intentions, as little as there was to begin with.

“Or, maybe you do see it? I've got a feeling we're both entering uncharted territory right now,” Ryoohki guessed. “And I don't know all the rules, but you…you don't really have a say in those matters right now, do you?”

It was almost impossible for them to find an act that they wouldn't at least try out, making it difficult for the pair to dip their toes into non-consensual waters, even though they both had an appreciation for that sort of fantasy.

To be in a body that she couldn't control, with no say in what happened next, was the closest way that she could fathom to play into that fantasy, but even if she wanted to make it seem that she wasn't willing, her body betrayed her…

…and the seemingly impossible nature of her transformation revealed a detail that even Ryoohki was stunned to see.

“W-wait…wait a minute. Are you wet right now?”

Her natural warmth was still present in the flesh of her plushified state, and, as the bear discovered, that extended beyond the mere heat of her body: juices were glistening upon the petals of her entrance, despite the fact that she shouldn't have had any proper means to produce them.

She wouldn't have anywhere near the depth needed to handle the entirety of her lover, right then—they both made that assumption—but the presence of that natural lubrication was encouragement enough for Ryoohki to at least try her plushified sex.

“If I'd known how much you enjoyed the idea of being helpless to stop me while I pound your limp body with my cock, I would have strapped you down to the bondage horse downstairs ages ago,” Ryoohki claimed. “But this is a step further, isn't it? Even if you were unsure, you'd have no way to tell me…and your body is telling me to keep going, all the same.”

Of course, there were plenty of people who would have argued that body language didn't come anywhere near proper consent, but Ryoohki and Washu were a special couple, with a level of communication and trust that few would be able to match.

It wasn't a bragging point, but an honest fact that they were on the same wavelength as often as anyone they knew, and while she dangled in the air, utterly powerless to stop Ryoohki, she was delighted to be able to feel not only the grip of his paws at her sides, crushing her smaller frame, but also the natural thrill of the arousal that was coursing through her body, demanding that the ursine do something about the fact that she was trapped in that state.

Being speared on his cock wasn't guaranteed to fix anything—it might even make things worse—but as Ryoohki turned and took a seat on the couch, he found it too great a temptation to pass up, and Washu, ragdolled and permanently grinning, would have been wearing an even wider smile, if she could still control it.

“Gotta say, this is kinda handy. I like it when I can feel the weight of your body against mine…that extra bit of pressure…it's real ,” Ryoohki explained, but even as he spoke, he was lifting Washu's legs up and toward her own head, until the cloves of her hooves were behind her skull. “But like this, I can just grab you, squeeze you and mold you…all without having to worry if I'm going to hard, squeezing too tightly, pushing your flexibility…you can just take everything like this, can't you?”

Feeling two sources of heat against the topside of his emerging shaft, Ryoohki immediately tuned in to the fact that both Washu's pussy and asshole had come along with the transformation, begging more questions than he had answers for, right then.

Whether her backside could be taken or not would be a discovery for another day—or later that same day—but first, feeling the glide of enticing, liquid desire on his member, he knew how he wanted their maiden voyage to begin.

“And even though it's such a small entrance, it's got juuuuuust enough stretch to it, doesn't it?” he noticed, as the more canine shape of his tapered tip pressed through the delicate felt of Washu's transformed petals. “Won't be easy, but I can sneak it in there…wonder what'll happen if I try and stuff the whole thing inside?”

Washu didn't have a say in the matter, but even she was unsure of how her transformed body would react to such a sudden assault.

Of course, Ryoohki was still in the experimental phase, right then, and where the temptation was always strong to impale the ewe on his member, he thought better of grinding the tip of his length against those delicate, felt petals, watching the way that they parted around his cock without taking a first, proper thrust at her.

“We'll get there, I'm sure. It's not like you need a warmup, do you? You're already soaking wet…w-which…I'm still trying to figure out, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth,” Ryoohki joked. “To be honest, I think that's the only flaw about you, in this state: technically, you've lost a hole.”

No sooner did the words leave his mouth than did the edges of Washu's seams become undone, allowing her muzzle to part…and though she still wouldn't be able to speak, Ryoohki was the one left speechless by the sight of her long, blue tongue falling out of her maw and rolling all the way across her tummy.

“…I don't know where you got this chemical from, but whoever gave it to you, I really need to thank them.”

Ryoohki couldn't keep up with the flood of ideas that was rushing into his head, but he had no idea how long he'd be allowed to use Washu with such liberty, and he wasn't going to miss out on his opportunities.

Instead, he went with the first thing that crossed his mind, as he drove the front end of his cock into place, penetrating that warm, felt entrance…and though it was felt on the inside, as well, there was a seemingly bottomless supply of liquid arousal to be had there, soaking the front end of his shaft with a healthy, familiar quantity, standard of what he'd come to expect.

As much as anyone he'd ever met, Washu was able to make a mess, but just as she was feeling the overwhelming thrill of that unstoppable penetration, Ryoohki revealed that it was only a tease: his cock slipped right back, still glistening with those juices…

…but she wasn't left waiting long, as he grabbed the slack of her tongue.

“I've always wanted to watch you do this, and now that I can literally roll you up on yourself, like a little ball…not only can I see it, but I can join in, too!”

Setting Washu back into the corner of the couch cushions, he folded her body over on itself, and much to her continued delight, she felt no discomfort from being balled up, that way.

What she did feel—what she couldn't avoid—was the flesh of her own tongue being forced into the parted folds of her sex…and though she didn't have control over it, she found that taste was one of the senses she was allowed to retain.

Thanks to that, she drank up the flavor of her own juices as her legs sat on either side of her head, and up above, a lingering bear was lowering himself down, resting on his knees and angling his cock toward the underside of her tiny, adorable tail.

That tuft moved out of the way easily, and though it was easily her smallest orifice, it would have all the pliability of a standard plush; the hole molded around Ryoohki's tip so easily that it almost broke the illusion of his trying to penetrate such a tight, resilient entrance as her tailhole.

“I sure hope you don't mind me helping you out,” Ryoohki said, as he rocked forth on his knees, probing the tip of his member into that opening, finding that the felt was flexible enough to make for an easy penetration, no matter where he decided to grind. “I know you could probably take care of yourself, as skilled as you are, but…it's always fun to have a helping hand, isn't it?”

Because of her folded posture, Washu was fucking her own tongue, each time Ryoohki leaned his weight into her lower half.

Courtesy of the pressure of his member within her ass, moving further and further in with every rock of his hips into her plush backside, she could feel that soft, pliable tongue pressing against every surface of her most treasured flesh.

Her only regret, in that moment, was the fact that she couldn't join the bear in the chorus of moans that was to follow, but as she was quick to discover, she would have no trouble achieving climax…

…and the bear would be able to feel every clench—or some approximation thereof—as her inner muscles worked against the impressive flesh of his shaft.

“You really are a plush, but you…y-you're still squeezing it like you're trying to milk the cum right out of me,” Ryoohki noted, sure that Washu could still hear his moans, even if she couldn't contribute any of her own. “Thank goodness that you…d-don't have to worry about warming up, first…”

He was right: despite his incredible size, there was no pain in her asshole being stretched around the further inches of his shaft, and what little bit of discomfort she felt at his girth was little more than an added pleasure.

Ryoohki could do no wrong, and though she was motionless in the moment, Washu had done everything right, ahead of time.

Without any prior discussion about their plans, Ryoohki was driving down and into Washu, and the ewe, in turn, was pumping her tongue that much deeper inside of herself, finding that her stuffed interior was as flexible and fuckable as she ever could have hoped.

She had no limits, as far as she could tell, and for the first time that she could recall, she was taking Ryoohki in the depths of her ass without even a hint of strain on her part; boldness overtook her motionless body as she hoped that the bear might be gracious enough to share his knot with her, even if a plush hole wouldn't be able to properly tie with it.

“Would you look at that? Over halfway down the shaft…t-that…that's probably farther than you've ever taken it,” Ryoohki teased, having learned by then that the plush version of his girlfriend could handle anything he threw at her. “And the way you're grabbing at me, the way you're still so f-fucking hot inside…you can feel every bit of this, can't you?”

Though it shouldn't have been possible, Washu was already climaxing on the helpless flesh of her own tongue, coating that felt with an even greater helping of the liquid desire that she'd painted Ryoohki with, moments before.

It wasn't quite a full, proper squirt of her juices, but it was more than enough for Ryoohki to take note of what she'd done…and to feel the excess of that dripping warmth against the fluff of his tummy.

Completely pinning Washu's form against herself, Ryoohki was glad to know that she didn't need to breathe: that alleviated any guilt he would have felt about crushing her between his thighs and pounding her into utter submission. “F-fucking hell…I knew you were enjoying yourself, but you just came , didn't you? That's…that's kinda crazy…”

He was breathless for his driving efforts in one stroke, but in the next, it was the hammering thrusts of his hips, crushing the plushified ewe that much further into the cushions of the couch.

She still felt no pain, and almost no discomfort, but what she could feel was a welcome thing, as though it was grounding her to the fact that the experience was really happening.

Even as the girth of his knot pressed against the felt entrance of her transformed pucker and pushed right through, sealing their bodies together, she didn't feel sharp, sudden pain…but she was delighted to know such a presence within her that she imagined his bulge to be closer to the size of a basketball.

Within her stuffed confines, she was bulging out, showing Ryoohki the evidence of the fact that her transformed body did have some limits…but being knotted and absolutely flooded with his cum, fortunately enough, wasn't one of them.

“And it…r-really turned me on, I guess… nnfuck …d-didn't mean to finish that fast, babe!”

Growling in his moment of greatest bliss and holding steady against Washu, Ryoohki clenched the ewe in both paws, holding her so firm around his knot that he could see her seams stretching, each pump of his length forcing her insides to swell that much more…

…but she was never in any pain, nor any danger, as she felt that blissful warmth spreading throughout her modified body.

“It's just like you to r-rush me along to the finish line like that, when I’m trying to drag things out, but…t-that's okay. As amazing as you felt just now, I guess I shouldn't complain.”

Finally, there was a regret to Washu: she didn't have the vocal cords to groan at her lover's puns.