The Perfect Plush – a #verysilly #fantasy #erotica

Single girl finds the best partner to get her through the lonely nights!

I’m a professional woman in my 30’s and I live alone. My mother reminds me every time she calls that my eggs aren’t getting any fresher and I’m not getting any younger. Her two grandcats are apparently not enough for her, but they’re more than enough for me. Kids were never a thing for me and despite my mother’s desires, I’m leaving the grandkids up to my siblings. I love my job, my friends, and the occasional company of a man adept enough at sex to satisfy my desires, but mostly I enjoy porn and quality toys. Then pandemic lockdown happened. I wrote this story down because no one would believe it otherwise!

At the beginning of lockdown, lots of folks were making lots of purchases-- live chickens, breadmaking supplies, home theaters, gym equipment. I hadn’t decided what I was going to get to pass the long hours where I couldn’t go out to eat or to a movie or show. I did own lots of books and movies, and my cats were good company. I did a lot of hiking, but that wasn’t helping my overactive sex drive and loneliness. I was surfing online late one night, and a pop-up ad came up reading “Are you lonely tonight?” Ugh, hello, 1998 called and wants its web design back, but I was bored, and time had no meaning anymore, so I clicked on it. Probably another shitty dating app, and at the time I was not interested in meeting new people, but whatever.

“DREAMY CUDDLE FRIENDS” read the banner on the site in bubble letters like I used to make on my sixth-grade notebooks when I wanted to be “Mrs. Jake Powers”. It was a soothing backdrop of pretty blues and apparently a “Dreamy Cuddle Friend” was a very large plushie, about four feet long, available in a number of different animals, all four-legged and in a laying down position so they could be used as body pillows. They were all very cute and looked cozy and huggable, but the price tag was insane. They cost $300. This is FAO Schwarz level of plush, I guess-- well-made, excellent detailing, the softest fur, non-toxic materials, the site expounded on the virtues of the toys for the price and the reviews section was crazy, full of 5 star reviews from incredibly satisfied customers, most of whom appeared to be adults, or at least they didn’t mention they bought their Dreamy Cuddle Friends for a child. These people were absolutely in love with these plushies, and they seemed like normal folk, not like, sexual deviants or anything.

I scrolled through their catalog and each animal had a huge positive review section. There were several kinds of bears, lions, tigers, unicorns, a ton of other zoo type animals, and several breeds of cats and dogs. I’d never had a dog and I liked dogs. I wasn’t about to jump on the other lockdown bandwagon of adopting another animal quite yet. They were a lot of work and expense, and I didn’t want to be That Asshole who turned the animal back in because things didn’t work out. After looking through, the husky dog really captured my attention. Huskies were noisy, shed a ton, and needed a ton of exercise, none of which appealed to me, but they were so beautiful. A stuffed one was perfect. It was really pretty and soft looking and I figured I’d spent $300 on stupider things before so why not. What else was I going to do with all the concert ticket refunds I was getting?

I clicked “Add to cart.”

I had to submit a picture of my ID as proof I was over 18 to buy the plushy. Weird. I looked again to see if there was mention of these being adult toys, as in if they vibrated or had, uhm, attachments. But nope. Just plush. Very strange. But maybe it was because they didn’t want kids taking their parents’ cards to buy them. I really hoped this wasn’t an identity theft thing.

Next it asked me if I wanted a male or female husky. Uhm. Ok. Again, I didn’t see any genitals or even different clothes or variations. I picked male. Why not. It was probably just cutesy marketing. Even Build-A-Bear asks the animal’s gender for their “birth certificate.”

A few days later a box arrived, and I cut it open. The dog was compressed in a plastic bag for shipping and the site had said to cut it open and let it expand and fluff out to its full… fluffiness… for a couple of hours. There was also a black velvet bag inside the box with a cyan blue collar and a heart shaped tag that said “JAKE” on it. There was a piece of paper in the bag that read-- “When you’re ready for a warm snuggly happy time, put on my collar and cuddle up in bed with me”.

Very interesting. Again, there was nothing on the site that described any talking, music, lights, or other possible marvels of technology. I left the dog on my bed to fluff out, with the collar next to him and went about the rest of my day, a little weirded out by the “Jake” naming coincidence but quickly banishing any further thought on that.

I was tired that night and used Jake as a body pillow to watch a movie on the couch. I didn’t put the collar on because I didn’t want the bells and whistles, whatever they were, to distract from the movie. I was going to leave him on the couch, but his sweet face and big blue eyes called out to me. I swear I could even see him wag his big curly tail, asking to come to bed with me. I grabbed him and took him to bed with me. I put his collar on and turned the lights off, pulling the covers up over us. I sleep with a little lamp on and the TV running a photo screen saver so I can actually see in my room when it’s “dark”. I sleep with an eye shade so light is not an issue. I hugged him close, and we were face to face. He was incredibly soft, and it felt nice to have someone there even if they were stuffed. He was so big and fluffy that it was a bit of a strain to keep my relatively short arms wrapped around him, so I let them go for a bit and just held onto a big soft white paw against my chest, giving it a kiss as I drifted off.

When I woke up later to pee, I found myself holding a human hand. I recoiled and removed my eye shade quickly and found myself pressed up against a shirtless man in his early 40s or so, in soft gray pajama pants, the same color as most of the dog. He was really hot, actually. He had a muscular Dad bod and thick dark chest hair and I loved the hand I was holding. Good firm grip, big manly hands, but soft and gentle enough that it would feel really nice caressing my skin... Wait, what the ACTUAL FUCK?! Who the fuck is in my bed?

The dog was gone, but this dude was wearing the collar and smiling so serenely at me like this was perfectly normal behavior. Also, I live alone and sleep naked, so this is supremely awkward.

“Oh, hi there! Please don’t be alarmed! I’m Jake, your Dreamy Cuddle Friend, and I’m here to help with your need for touch, whatever form that may take. I am skilled with many techniques to comfort and pleasure people of all genders up to an including advanced sexual techniques, but if you just want warm cuddles, that’s fine too. Please don’t ask how I turned from a plush dog into a man. That’s a closely guarded company secret. But fun fact! I am immune to diseases, and I’m sterilized. Also, I have no need to eat or excrete. If you enjoy me, consider other Dreamy Cuddle Friends for variety, or as gifts. For instance, our grizzly bear model is very popular with the gay male community…..” he said this all in a very matter-of-fact way and kept nattering on as I slowly regained consciousness..

So, I had a much hotter version of a “fully functional” Commander Data from that particular episode of Star Trek in my bed or maybe an X-rated Baymax from Big Hero Six? Maybe an AI? Maybe like, a genie? Who knows, but he was so warm and kind already and I was oh so lonely…. And he didn’t seem to be unwilling in any way, which was important because consent is sexy.

THIS IS NUTS. I don’t pretend to be an expert on technology, but this is nuts. This can’t be real. But I found myself diving into his sweet tender blue eyes……. Oh fuck…..
I quickly extracted myself from his arms, bolted out of bed and looked at myself in the bathroom, mirror, splashing cold water on my face and tossing on a raggedy oversized t shirt, thinking I’d wake myself up well and good and I’d go back in the room and the goofy husky face would be greeting me from my bed instead of a whole-ass random hot man.

“Are you okay?” he inquired gently, even doing a dog-like head tilt.

Nope. He was still there. It was 3am and I hadn’t seen another human who wasn’t on a video screen for at least a month. Here’s where I said, “fuck it” and just went with it.
“I’m…. fine. But…. I need to get back to sleep after this big shock to my system…. I have work in the morning. What can you do about that?” I asked, climbing back into bed and into my spot, which was still warm, and he was looking at me propped on his elbow, smiling.

“How about a massage? I’m trained in Swedish, deep tissue, Shiatsu, Thai, prenatal……”

“How about a nice neck and shoulder rub?” I said, grabbing a bottle of coconut oil from my night table.

“Perfect!” he said, positioning himself behind me and beginning what was admittedly a very competent massage with the right pressure, the right amount of oil and the knots in my neck began to release. I leaned back, snuggling into him, and leaned in giving him access to my neck. He took the hint. Nice programming, I thought. It was definitely sophisticated and adaptable. He kissed his way down my neck, and I turned to face him and nuzzled his chest hair kissing my way to his mouth and then, wow, a series of amazing passionate kisses. His hands roamed over my tits outside the shirt, my nipples springing up and fully hard at warm strong touch. His body definitely felt human in all the best ways.

“Rip my clothes off!”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure!”

His hands tore the thin fabric of the shirt easily and my sizable knockers popped out right in his face. He began to suckle eagerly and squeeze them excitedly, tonguing my nipples until they stood out hard as diamonds and I spied a gorgeous bulge in the pants, stirring my pussy to life thinking about how much I needed a big load of cum inside of me. Continuing his chain of kisses downward, he effortlessly picked my legs up and dove face first into my dripping pussy, sucking my clit expertly till I put my hand on his head and ground myself off to several orgasms against his face till he came up for air and nestled his body next to me.

“Stick your dick between my tits!” I commanded him, getting wet about the fact that I could basically design my perfect fuck session with this dude. He got up and yanked off his pants by the side of the bed with a gorgeous cock bouncing out of his pants and slapping him in the belly. It was long and beautifully girthy with the most lickable of veins and a heavy set of nuts, and it was very, very human. Not a bit of canine shape in there anywhere, which was definitely an odd thought I had when I first learned that my plush dog was really a man. Fuck yes. This was definitely worth the price. He obediently slid it between my tits and held my tits in his big hands, fucking them hard and occasionally taking a break to slap my nipples with his cock and smear the drops of precum over them.

I needed him inside of me soon, so I grabbed the hot prick in my hand and began to suck on him, looking up with longing eyes, sliding it all the way to the back of my throat and gagging performatively as he pushed its length into my throat from above. His legs shook with pleasure as I demonstrated deep throating, and he fucked my face.

“You should bend over, you know, for doggy style…” he said, breathless with pleasure.
I busted out giggling with his cock in my mouth. I guess he would really love that position, makes perfect sense if I think about it, and I did have a great body for it. I bent over with my ass at the edge of the bed and he stood up, sliding his cock in with a deep and satisfying single stroke into my incredibly aching pulsing pussy that hadn’t seen a flesh cock for several months, and longer since I’d had one of such an excellent size and shape, or fucked without a condom. He was already stretching me open, and I screamed with pleasure as he started using my g-spot as a trampoline with his upward curving dick.

“Oh, fuck yeah give me that dick…. Give it to me deep and make me squirt all over it!”

He humped me like a jackrabbit, fast and hard and clearly felt me cumming and gushing all down his nuts several times before he flipped me over and grabbed my tits, looking in my eyes and sliding right back into the hilt with no loss of energy whatsoever.

‘Would you like me to cum now?”

Good gracious, how much more awesome could he be? If I told him no, would he just fuck me all night? This might not be the night to find out, but I had lots of time to explore all of his facets.

“Yes please. Cum inside my pussy, Jake, give me your fucking load!”

I sank into his eyes as they locked with mine and he emptied his nuts deep into me with seemingly endless spurts of hot cum. After amazing sex with Jake, he gathered me into his arms, unprompted, and held me close to him, just bathing me in all of that sweet oxytocin. I could really get used to this, I mused, as I drifted off to sleep with him that first night.

As tempted as I was to leave his collar on all the time, I’m a person who really enjoys my personal space and alone time. I did have an amusing stray thought about taking him to visit my parents for holidays, so they’d get off my ass about getting a boyfriend, but for now I was content to turn him back into a plushie when we woke up in the morning.