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This story was written for Pokemonmaniac. It contains M/Solo masturbation and M/F sex between consenting adults, and plushie related lewdness. ^^

Someone to Confide In

"Do you ever have days where you look at all the shit going on in the world and think... I wish I could choose not to care? I wish I could be like all those people who ignore it, or find someone else to blame so they don't spend hours with their stomachs tied up in knots over something that makes them so scared and so sad."

Conner murmured to the leopard as he crawled into bed and cuddled up against her from behind, spooning against her long, fluffy, quadruped form.

"The worst part about it is, even thinking that doesn't help. It just makes me feel guilty for wanting to run away from things I know I should be angry and scared about, because they're wrong. But, it's just so much. So much energy to spend on feeling so helpless."

He kissed the back of her neck, wrapped his arms around her soft body, and shivered as he felt his crotch brush against the base of her tail, his sheath already starting to thicken someone in anticipation.

"I don't know how I'd get through each day if I couldn't talk to you about this stuff. My other friends, t-they... they're not the kind of people I feel comfortable just sharing this stuff with. Not that I think they'd disagree, but we just... we don't talk about that kind of stuff. I think maybe we're all afraid that if we start, it's all we'll ever talk about because there's so much to say. And then... god, much as I used to want someone to talk about this stuff with, the idea of not even being able to hang out with my friends as a way to unwind from it all, no thanks. I'm lucky, though. I don't know who they have to confide in about their fears and their dreams. Maybe other friends. Maybe family, or their partners for those who have them. But, me? I know I can come home each day and talk to someone who won't get upset, who won't resent me for asking them to share my burdens. You help me more than you know, Leppy. Thank you."

Again his lips met the back of her neck, and as Conner nestled his face more firmly into the soft fur and the stuffing within the plush leopard's immobile body, he shifted her position ever so slightly so that her rear end was rubbing against his crotch. He blushed. He whimpered softly, nodded into her neck, and chuckled as his hips rocked back against her, and his swelling member pressed at the backside of the beautiful stuffed toy, just grazing the velvety opening of one of the two purpose-made holes sewn into the leopard's hindquarters.

"Oh... okay."

He giggled playfully, pushing his worries and woes out of his mind in a way that few things would let him do, but she always could.

"No more drama. No more being afraid, n-not tonight. I know I can talk to you. I know I can share anything with you. B-but, you're right. Sometimes, what we need to share isn't the stuff that makes us sad. Sometimes, to make sure we can keep going, w-we... we need to share what makes us so, so happy."

It had been more than a year since Conner had found the website from which Leppy had arrived. More than a year since a slight tangent on the internet while looking for something to jerk off to had led him to videos of women humping stuffed animals with dildo harnesses attached to them, and from there to guys humping into other plush toys, either simply cumming over their smooth, fluffy bellies, or in some cases into what looked like purpose-made holes within certain areas of the plushies' anatomy. It had been since months since his last date then, and almost a year since he'd last been with a woman, something he could only count his experiences with on the fingers of one and a bit hands. Now though, whatever anyone else might have thought of him if they knew, Conner's sex life was one of the few parts of his life that he really wasn't worried about. He knew it wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination, but at the same time he knew it was harmless, and that if it kept him from being one of those gross dudes online who thought they were owed a relationship or sex by women, he'd take his current situation a million times over and relish it each and every day.

And, he truly did relish it. From the day Leppy had arrived in a thankfully rather discrete, albeit large cardboard box, Conner had never had to restrain himself or deny himself when he was feeling horny, because in his mind Leppy was always in the mood. In his frequent waking fantasies about her, she was insatiable. As passionate and downright horny as she was kind and tender and friendly and funny. If he wanted to snuggle while watching a movie in the evening, she was there for him. If he wanted to cry after a hard day at work, she was there for him. And of course if he wanted to lie in bed at night with his cock buried in her ass, slowly humping for an hour or more before bringing himself to orgasm, or to roll her over onto her back and pound away at her pussy for a couple of minutes before letting loose with a ragged yelp, she was there for him, eagerly awaiting whatever pleasure he wished to share with her.

Much as Conner had spoken of his friends, Leppy was by virtue of how much he shared with her both emotionally and physically, probably his best friend. A best friend with benefits of the most wonderful variety, and it was Conner's deepest and most crazy wish that she could be real, so that he could grant her the same joys that she shared with him. But, even acknowledging that she was a stuffed animal and thus incapable of experiencing the same pleasure and satisfaction as his living, breathing self, that didn't stop the fox from trying.

"I know."

He whispered in response to words conjured forth by his imagination.

"I can feel it. You're soaked."

He reached between the leopard's legs, and fondled at the second of the two holes sewn into her lower body. A shiver ran through him as he ran his fingers over the little bump of her clitoris, the detail which had gone into creating her beautiful body with all its added extras still astounding to him after a year spent with her. He stroked his fingers back and forth across it as his cock stiffened more urgently and completely against her ass, and nipped playfully at the back of her neck, growling in time with her own imagined moans and purrs.

"Tell me I can do it."

Conner moaned breathily as he felt the first droplets of pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock and rub against Leppy's soft white fur between her two holes. He shuddered and gasped. It felt so good, stuffed animal or not. She felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to grant her this same joyous excitement in return.

"Tell me I can make you cum."

He begged, grinning a moment later as though having received an answer, and laughing as he rolled them over in a brief, playful bout of wrestling before coming to a stop with Leppy lying beneath him. He grinned. He kissed her on the tip of her cute pink nose, woven from the same silky fabric as her more intimate areas, and with a playful murmur slipped down beneath the sheets. Conner dived under the covers to where his body and hers had been rubbing together, but now placed his face between her hind legs, and shamelessly began to blindly lick at the fabric replica of the leopard's pussy.

"Ah... yes..."

His cock throbbed between his legs, but he didn't touch himself even as he moaned in pleasure, feeling his erection twitching and dribbling yet more pre-cum onto the bedding below. Instead Conner's focus remained solely upon Leppy, and he placed both hands upon her thighs, spreading the quadruped plush's hind limbs apart as though seeking to grant himself better access to her sweet inner workings. He nuzzled. He licked. The fox even went so far as to take her clit between his lips and suckle upon it. He shifted Leppy around with his hands, groaning as he closed his eyes in the darkness surrounding him and imagined her thrashing, wailing in pleasure. In that moment, all his fears and sorrows were gone. This was the magic that the leopard possessed. It didn't matter how bad a day Conner had experienced, he simply couldn't crawl into bed with her and stay upset. He couldn't do anything but love her, and need her, and be so devoted to her soft, motionless, plush form that for a while at least everything fell away.

Perhaps it was no wonder that he wanted the experience to last, then, and thus no small wonder that his fantasy of the plush's pleasure went on beyond her first orgasm, through a second, and a third. He licked at her clit more and more while working three fingers rapidly in and out of the smooth fabric pocket which served as her pussy, driving himself crazy with her imagined shrieks and snarls and guttural pleas for him to just fuck her already. It was only when she crashed over the edge of her fourth orgasm however that Conner began to crawl his way up her body, grinning and moaning as he imagined hands either side of his face dragging him up to her flushed, still mid-orgasmic face. A face he kissed all over with a muzzle that in his mind was rich with her juices, and which she eagerly, lustfully licked clean as he finally began to rub his cock against her once more.

"I love you."

He gasped feverishly as he kissed her and slid his cock back and forth across her smooth fur.

"I... I want you."

The fox moaned more desperately still as he drew back, as he reached between his legs and wrapped a hand around the knotted base of his shaft, angling its tip to meet with the smoothness and softness of the plush's perfectly located and oh so fuckable fabric pussy.

"Oh, Leppy..."

He pressed inside her, into the stuffed animal's perfectly crafted depths, and as he wrapped his arms around the plush body of his favourite toy and most trusted confidante Conner could almost convince himself that he could actually feel her arms wrap tight around him in return. Her hot breath on his neck as he began to pump his hips, her claws raking across his shoulders as she uttered her first scream, her body so sensitive after its quartet of orgasms but so, so ready for more. Conner held nothing back, because why would he? His hips bucked and his cock throbbed deep inside the leopard's silken pocket, grinding against the plush, stuffed interior beyond. She didn't ask for him to slow down. Didn't ask for him to make this last. She always knew exactly what Conner needed, and Leppy was always so, so happy to give it to him, because Conner knew that if their positions were reversed and Leppy could ask him for whatever she wanted, he would give it to her in a heartbeat.

Whimpering, gasping, kicking off the bedding to expose them, to reveal his bare body laid over the large plush toy with his cock pistoning in and out of her, Conner surrendered to his urges. Until now he had wanted to fully inhabit his fantasy. To tend to Leppy. To pleasure her and revel in his opportunity to do so as any devoted lover would. But now, much as he still kept his mind focused on projecting her screams and pleas for more through the bedroom air which otherwise was silent bar his moans and the creaking of the bed, he wanted to cum. He wanted to let loose within Leppy, and for a few sweet seconds to ride the high of his orgasm mindlessly convinced that he could actually feel her pussy convulsing, quivering, cumming alongside him.

"Leppy. O-oh... oh, god. Please!"

He gurgled as his balls slapped against the secondary hole designed to emulate the leopard's ass, not to mention the soft fluffy white material around it. His hips were starting to ache with the force of his fucking, his lean body not toned and fit enough to sustain such force for more than a few minutes despite having regular practice at this very particular form of exercise. Conner wouldn't stop though. He wouldn't slow down for even an instant. Not when he was so close, and when in his mind Leppy was on the brink of her fifth and final overwhelming orgasm of the night.

"I love you. Oh. Ohhh fuck, I... Leppy. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. Please, cum with me. Oh god yes, cum! Cum! Please, cum!"

He buried himself to the hilt in her softness, her wetness and heat, unable in that moment to even slightly acknowledge the fact that all that heat and moisture was of his own creation. His hips rocked and ground against her, cock throbbing, pulsing, hanging on the very brink. With a grunt of ecstasy he drew his hips back one last time, and plunged his cock deep into Leppy as in his mind her echoing, unbridled screams filled his ears. Hard, fast, and so much more than he ever produced when not with Leppy, Conner began to cum. He shuddered and gasped in rapturous bliss as his cock unloaded ribbon after thick, hot ribbon of cum into the plush toy's receptive innards, and he nuzzled his face against Leppy's own unmoving muzzle as his imagination and sincere, heartfelt longing brought her to life with gasps, shrieks and all manner of beautifully, goofily bliss-stricken expressions.

For twenty seconds they were locked in pure euphoria together, and for minutes after that they lay silently, motionless aside from the occasional twitch of a tail and the rapid rising and falling of Conner's chest. It took more than five minutes for the fox to truly acknowledge that it was over, but even then as he looked down and saw the beautiful but blank features of his favourite stuffed toy, he smiled at her in the knowledge that living or not, he was still so, so grateful to have her in his life.

"Thank you."

He whispered, leaning down and kissing the leopard gently on the muzzle once again. Together, his cock still hard thanks to its knot and still resting inside her, the fox awkwardly recovered the bedding with the stuffed animal's assistance and pulled it up around them. He lay facing her, the two of them lying on their sides, and giggled bashfully as he reached out and stroked her face, her muzzle slightly matted with all the saliva from his licking and one sided kissing.

"Thank you for everything. For... this..."

His cock twitched, and he moaned softly, blushing as he imagined Leppy moaning too, perhaps thinking about asking if he'd make her cum one more time, but holding back and opting to wait as she saw how tired he was.

"...but, really, for everything. For listening. For being here. For... being you."

Gently he nuzzled his nose to hers, and it was there he fell still and silent. His eyes closed. He yawned, and as he settled down with Leppy in his arms and her damp, cum-stained inner workings still wrapped around his sensitive cock, it took barely two or three more minutes for sleep to claim him.

*********

It was late, late enough for the room around Conner to be pitch black when he awoke to a strange sensation, and more weirdly still, a voice accompanying the hands on his shoulder as they gently shook him awake.

"Conner? Hey... are you awake? Sorry to ask this so late... well, okay, I'm not that sorry, but still. Do you... y'know, wanna fuck?"

The fox blinked. He tried to peer through the darkness, but it was too complete for his sharp eyes to catch anything more than the vague shape of a form lying next to him. Thus the fox reached over behind himself, grabbed his phone off the bedside table, and turned on the screen, shining its light towards the source of the voice.

"Hi."

Leppy giggled as her face was illuminated along with the upper half of her body where it was lying uncovered by the bedding.

"So?"

She tilted her head to one side as she lifted herself off the pillows and propped herself up on one arm, smirking at the blank, wide eyed stare upon Conner's face.

"Aww, c'mon, you can't be that tired. How many times have we woken up in the middle of the night and had a quickie before? You're never normally this out of it."

The leopard pouted playfully, leaning forward and kissing Conner on the lips before sitting upright in bed and letting the covers fall away from her completely. Still staring, still silent, still feeling his heart race and his mind reel at what he was seeing in front of him, Conner couldn't do anything in response to seeing Leppy's naked, beautiful body in all its glory. Breasts modest but perfect A cups, body slim like his, though more athletically toned than gangly. Thighs full and strong, and between her legs as she knelt only somewhat patiently before the fox, soft, neatly trimmed fur leading down to a hidden crevice of pure perfection.

"I... y-you're..."

Conner croaked, certain that he was dreaming but unable to get over how real it all felt. How vivid and tangible an experience it was as he found himself living it. The leopard meanwhile just giggled again at what to her was simply his freshly wakened brain not fully engaging, and she pulled the sheets off Conner too, a deep purring murmur of delight escaping her as she revealed his crotch and a cock already well on the way to stiffening anew at the sight of her.

"You don't have to do any work if you're that out of it. Just... tell me yes."

She blushed as she whispered to him, her body still illuminated by the phone clutched in Conner's trembling hand.

"What you did for me earlier, I... I know I came a bunch, but... I could've done with one more. I wish I'd asked then. I thought I could wait till morning. But... I woke up about ten minutes ago, and now I know that I can't. Please, Conner. I need to cum. Let me fuck you. Let me ride you. Please?"

Dream or not, impossible or not, Conner couldn't deny Leppy. He shuddered. He nodded, and even as he rolled over onto his back and set the phone down on the bedside table once more, casting them back into more complete darkness, he heard the leopard groan in relief and felt her mount his prone body just a split-second later. His eyes bulged, and he cried out in tandem with Leppy as the heat and wetness of a pussy that was all the leopard's own wrapped itself around his cock before he was even fully hard. He whimpered as her hands sought out his and laced her fingers through his own, and Conner simply lay back in wonder, in revelation, and in pure bliss as without any further delay Leppy began to lift herself off his cock and sink back down onto it, humping him, riding him with rapidly increasing urgency and passion right from the word go.

"Nnnhh... hhaahhhhgodyessss..."

She was just as loud as he had always imagined her to be. Just as eager and vocal and deliriously receptive to the pleasures of her body as brought about by his. Her pussy was hot, and tight, and as Leppy vigorously rode Conner's cock her cries of pleasure were almost matched in volume by the wet slurping of their bodies in union as her liberal wetness spilled out between them and hastened the motion of their entwined bodies.

"Oh. Ohh yessss, Conner. Touch me. Touch me a-ahh... all over!"

The leopard pulled his hands close to her, and shrieked joyously as he moved them the rest of the way of his own accord, placing his palms over her breasts and running his fingers across her firm nipples. She whimpered and gasped as still wonder-struck by his awareness of what was happening, by the fact he was so lucid in this dream without any sign of it fading or him waking from it, Conner ran his hands down Leppy's body just to feel her fur. To feel her warm skin and to explore every inch of her fully aware, anthropoid and alive self while it was here for him to experience and hopefully to recall in detail later. She grunted and growled in lust as he reached around and touched her ass, running his fingers over the base of her tail and even between her buttocks, feeling the heat of her asshole and hearing her snarl in ecstasy as his delicate touch brushed over it. When one of his hands fell between their bodies were they were meeting in repeated and increasingly frenzied unison though, when he reached down the luxuriously soft, fluffy fur of her crotch and sought out Leppy's clit with the tip of a single finger, that was when the woman he adored really lost control.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Rub my clit. Oh god. Ohhhgodfuckyesssssssss, mmmnhh... make me cum! Make me squirt , Conner! Now! Oh god, yes!"

Leppy collapsed forward over the fox, and with her face buried in his neck as she gurgled and begged in a husky, strangled series of gasps and cries she really let loose and began to hump Conner senseless. Her thighs smacked loudly against his own legs as her pussy lifted almost entirely up and off his cock, only to slam itself back down again and consume every inch that Conner had to offer, knot and all. Somehow Conner's hand had managed to remain between her legs even as she lay down over him, and now one of her hands held it tight in place, urging him to rub her clit harder, more violently as she let loose with a similar total lack of restraint against him.

"Leppy..."

Finally, Conner actually spoke up, daring to address the beautiful leopard riding him despite a horrifying fear that if he tried to acknowledge her realness, he'd wake up in an instant, the illusion shattered by his rational mind. To his shock and delight though, her only response was a throaty gurgle of acknowledgement and yet another quickening of her bucking, bouncing strokes up and down his aching cock.

"...I'm close. Please. Oh god, please... cum with me."

The leopard's eyes bulged. Her body shook atop the fox, and to his surprise she not only moaned, but giggled too.

"Oh, Conner. Aa-ahhhh... you're so sweet. But, you know me. You know what I'm like. I... I've been holding back for like a minute now. Waiting for you. I'll always, always cum with you, my fox. And then again, and again... and as many times as you'll help me."

Conner blushed.

He grinned, and a moment later Leppy let loose a wild, joyous shriek as he rolled them over, and began to fuck her hard and fast through the final moments of their shared pleasure.

" Oh god!"

Leppy screamed almost immediately as the fox's knot slurped back into her and swelled once again as she milked and squeezed it, finally growing thick and bulbous enough that it could not escape her clutches again. Conner yelped, it having been years since he'd knotted someone properly. His eyes bulged. They crossed as he fought to keep his hips pumping as best he could despite his body's now limited range of motion. He felt his cock twitching. His knot throbbing within the clutching, soaking wet depths of his lover, and he felt the base of his knot grinding against Leppy's clit as each time his hips drew back it stretched the leopard to her limits.

"Conner! Conner!! Yes, I... I'm... aaaa-aahahhhhnnnnhhhhghhhhaaahhhhfuuuckyessssss!"

The fox almost passed out from joy as he heard Leppy screaming his name at the top of her lungs, her voice trailing off into a guttural, incoherent yowling as her legs and arms wrapped around his back, and she bit down on one of his shoulders when finally her orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami. Conner came himself just a moment later, losing control no matter how hard he might have tried to seize upon and manage the time of his own release as soon as he felt and heard the violent eruption of Leppy squirting. The sound of liquids drumming against the bedding and perhaps even the floor beyond the bed beneath them, and the sensation of her gushing against and beyond his cock as it throbbed and unleashed rope after rope of hot cum within her for the second time that night.

Conner tried to outlast Leppy, but now even more so than in his fantasies that was entirely impossible. She was still thrashing, grunting, clutching and cumming when he collapsed atop her, eyes glazed and body utterly spent. He tried desperately to stay there with her in that moment. To indulge in watching her, feeling her, listening to her bliss even if he was spent. But her continuing to milk and squeeze and stimulate him with her every motion, never mind the power of her ongoing orgasmic shrieks, was too much for the fox. Too much for his body and his still reeling, confused mind now that the sex was over, and he was having to actually face once again the question of how any of this was even the slightest bit possible.

He wanted to stay awake. To stay with Leppy in this dream forever, but even as he kissed her on her panting, flushed, still bliss-stricken face, he could feel himself fading out of consciousness.

"I love you, Leppy."

The fox whispered desperately, wanting her to at least know that. Needing her to know it while he could see the acknowledgement, the light, the understanding in her eyes.

"Oh, o-oohh... Conner..."

She whimpered back, still twitching, panting, her orgasm finally drawing to a close but still sending the occasional shockwave of residual bliss crashing through her.

"I... I, Conner, I love you too."

The leopard moaned in a voice that was all her own, and to Conner's simultaneous dismay and joy, those were the last words he heard before her beaming, satisfied face slid out of focus, and the night claimed him once again.

*********

It seemed like just a moment later that Conner awoke in morning sunlight, shivering and sighing as he felt his morning wood throb between his legs, and the warm, soft form of his favourite stuffed animal wrapped up in his arms. He wanted to be happy. To be so very glad that he had experienced that dream, in that moment still so vivid and clear in his mind. He wanted to write down every detail so he could never forget it, and so he could savour and return to those experiences every day not as fantasies, but almost like memories in their own right. But, in that moment all he could actually feel was sorrow. Despair that he had felt such complete, total and real love for Leppy, and that in those moments he had been able to know for sure that she felt the same for him in return. Anguish that now he had woken up, he would probably never be able to experience that feeling with such certainty ever again, and...

"Hey. You okay?"

His eyes sprang open, a tear rolling down his cheek even before he'd done so, and the fox sniffled in embarrassment, and in confusion as he felt a soft hand reach up and wipe that tear away. He blinked, clearing his blurred, tearful gaze, and looked at the face resting on the pillow just inches from his own. The concerned, loving, living face of Leppy.

"I..."

Conner croaked in heart-stopping joy.

"I..."

He stumbled over his words, trembling, gasping, cock throbbing as Leppy leaned in and kissed him on the very tip of his muzzle.

"Hey, c'mon. You know you can tell me anything. You've always trusted me to the core. It's why I fell in love with you so damn hard."

The leopard purred, blushing, giggling, then adding on at the end...

"...well, I mean, that and you're pretty much the only guy I've ever known willing to put up with not being the constantly horny one in a relationship."

Conner couldn't help but laugh at that. He grinned, blushed, kissed Leppy with a little more lingering tenderness, and whispered to her softly.

"I just... I think I had a bad dream. A dream where you weren't... I mean... where you weren't in my life. Not like you are now, anyway."

Leppy frowned. She pouted, and she playfully tapped Conner firmly on the top of his head.

"Well, that's dumb. Tell your brain not to have such stupid dreams."

She teased, both of them grinning, giggling, and smooching playfully once again.

"I'm here."

She murmured more sincerely, more tenderly to the fox.

"I'm real."

She threw back the covers, pushed Conner over onto his back, and straddled him before wrapping her hands around his head and stealing their longest, deepest kiss yet.

"And..."

With a breathless murmur as their lips finally parted, both Leppy and Conner panting in equal measure, the leopard purred at the grinning, overwhelmed, utterly overjoyed fox beneath her.

"...and right now, Conner? If you need any more proof than my word alone? Then let me sit on your face a little... and you can taste just how real I am one drop, one squirt at a time."

By Jeeves

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