A Better Friend
Colin, a small, rabbit cleric, doesn't always get along with this adventuring party. He meets someone with a better idea of how to their relationship could be.
A birthday gift for Shallic !
It was stupid. He knew they'd laugh. They'd probably steal it and hide it within a day, and he'd never see it again.
Colin flinched as the door to the dusty antique shop opened, instinctively looking down at his robes to mask that he'd been staring at an old plushie. After a brief glance upward, confirming that the person who'd entered was, in fact, not a member of his party, he went back to staring at the plush.
It was... alluring, in a strange way. It had a cute, almost creepy smile stitched into its face that the bunny-cleric found oddly charming.
He huffed and picked it up. It was HIS cut of the quest reward, and he could spend it as he pleased.
"You seriously bought a doll?" Eric, the party's paladin and resident lion, asked with a raised eyebrow. "You were in town for supplies."
"I bought the supplies, too." Colin said, tossing a large paper sack at him underhand. "The plush was just a few copper." He grumbled.
"So instead of getting an extra torch or two, you bought a plush." Eric replied, with a shrug.
"I don't see why the questing supplies always end up coming out of my cut of the reward." Colin snapped.
"Oh, so Mr. Cleric wants to accumulate some material wealth?" Jack, the party's fox bard, chimed in bewteen drags of his pipe. "Doesn't sound very holy of you."
"If you needed more money for supplies, you could have asked." The raccoon wizard, Suns, chimed in, only half listening as always. Before the bard could fill him in, Colin turned and stormed off to his tent, plushie gripped tightly against his chest.
He was sitting on a what appeared to be a cloud. Curiously, he reached down, and let the fluffy material run through his fingers.
"They're so rude to you." He heard from behind him. He turned, and saw the plush he'd bought the day before, laying on its back and looking up at the sky.
"Who is?" He asked, watching the plush and feeling only the tiniest bit of confusion that it could talk. He WAS dreaming, after all. These things happened.
"Your friends. Or, your party. They definitely don't act like your friends." The plush said. It didn't move when it spoke - it was more like a soft voice in his own mind that he just knew belonged to the little thing.
"They're not so bad." He replied, half-heartedly.
"I think they are. They don't appreciate how much power you have." The plush said.
"Power?" He asked.
"You're the one who heals them. You keep them healthy, and fighting, and safe. They'd be doomed without you." The plush said.
He rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky. "I suppose." He said, after a time.
"They should respect you more."
Colin blinked.
He was back in his tent, staring into the eyes of the little plush. In the dim glow of the morning-lit tent, they seemed to have a glow of their own.
"Did little baby Colin sleep okay?" Eric asked, as Jack chewed on his pipe and polished the lion's boots nearby.
"Very well, thank you." Colin replied, dusting off his robes.
"Did your new plushie give you a good night kiss?" He asked, clearly dissatisfed with the reaction and going for more. Colin frowned and ignored it, instead sitting by the fire and setting a kettle to boil.
"I guess they're not talking right now." Jack said. "Having a little argument? Not as good in bed as you were hoping?"
Eric laughed. "Hey Colin, does your vow of chastity count when it's a plushie?"
He grit his teeth and remained silent.
Surely he wasn't really considering this.
He turned the plushie over, gently spreading its legs with one hand, and staring in wonder at his discovery.
A little hole. Soft, plush, and tight, located right between the little thing's legs.
Experimentally, he pushed a finger into it, and wiggled it around. The plush gripped him snugly, and he quickly withdrew his finger as his blush began to cover his face. He crawled over to the flap of his tent and peeked out, just to make sure his party members weren't about to walk in on him.
They were all soundly asleep, except Jack on watch. He was facing away from his tent, though, so as long as he was quiet...
Gods. He really was considering this.
He lifted the plushie again and stroked over its hidden hole again, feeling himself harden under his robes.
Surely, it wasn't a violation of his oath or anything. It was just... wrong. Wasn't it?
His needy length seemed to disagree. He bit his lip, and lifted his robes.
It was darker this time. The same scene, but at sunset. The cloud felt cooler than before, and he was happy to bed into it.
"Welcome back, stud." Plush purred.
Colin blushed.
"D-Don't say things like that." He told his dream manifestation.
Plush just smiled.
After a few moments of quiet, it spoke again.
"How's the quest going?" It asked.
Colin sighed. "We don't really have any leads. I don't think Eric and Jack are asking the right questions. Suns probably hasn't asked anyone any questions at all. He probably doesn't even know what we're looking for."
The sky grew slightly dimmer as he sat quietly.
"They need to get put into line." Plush said.
Colin couldn't help but laugh. Such a soft little thing, saying something so... ominous.
"It wouldn't be so hard. You could do it." Plush continued.
"What, overthrow Eric and become our new fearless leader?" Colin said.
"You're smarter than he is. Than all of them. And you work harder than they do. It's only fair that you should be in charge."
"But how?"
"I know a way."
Colin jolted awake. His heart dropped as he realized he wasn't in his tent.
He was standing in the woods, surrounded by the dark, still clutching his Plush in one hand. He must have been sleepwalking.
Anxiously, he looked around, until he just barely spotted the outline of his tent in the distant gloom. He carefully tiptoed back, though he relaxed when he saw that Jack was sleeping on watch. All he could do was frown in disapproval and crawl back into his tent.
He kept thinking about the dream. It was so strange, the way the plush spoke to him. He knew it was silly, but he was curious about the Plush's "way."
"Colin. Did you catch any of that?" Eric asked, jolting him from his thoughts.
"W-wha?"
"Oh, Gods, please tell me you're joking. The only reason I brought you along and not Suns is because I thought you'd pay attention." Eric scolded him, making him shrink back.
"Sorry. I was thinking about other things."
"What, going to bed and fucking your plushie again?" Eric asked. "Oh, but it's no big deal, you can keep fantasizing about that creepy little thing. I'm sure this guy can just repeat himself for you." He said, gesturing down to the heavily bandaged and clearly unconscious patient they were questioning.
"W-Well, why didn't you listen to him?" Colin asked, blushing with indignation. Part of him was terrified that Jack had overheard him the night before, but he quickly suppressed that fear. He'd definitely have heard about it earlier if that were the case. Eric was just being a crude dick, like always.
Surely.
"I was concentrating on keeping the circle of truth up!" He snarled. "Gods, you're useless." He said, smacking Colin on the ears and stomping off.
Colin's hands curled into fists, briefly. He felt... anger. Humiliation. He didn't deserve to be spoken to that way.
He slumped onto his bedroll, sighing and trying to drown out the angered voices out by the fire. Of course, when Eric told the story, he'd made it SO obvious that everything was Colin's fault. Even Suns was angry with him.
Quietly, he retrieved Plush from his pack and pulled him into a comforting hug. Despite having sat in the tent all day, Plush was warm against the cool night air. He could just lay like this, ignoring those angry voices. Those so-called "friends" who seemed to be having the loudest conversation they could about how much he'd screwed things up.
Plush didn't do things like that, he thought to himself.
It was night, now. The sky above was starless - just a black, empty void. Colin felt... small.
"Ready to give me a chance?" Plush asked.
"...I don't know what you mean." Colin said.
"You hate the way they treat you. I can feel it. You'd be so much better off if you were the one who made the decisions." Plush said. "I can help you. It'll be easy."
Colin turned to stare at the plush. It was sitting up on the dark, cold bed of clouds, its eyes glimmering in a dull, red malice.
"You could take what you deserve. What you want." It said, louder than usual.
"I- I don't want-"
"You do. I can feel it. I can see it." Plush said. "You want to put them all in their place. You want to show the what being powerless feels like. You've been holding back."
"I- I have?"
"Of course you have. I told you, it'd be easy."
"What would I have to do?" He asked. He almost regretted asking as soon as he did. A red light began to trickle into the air around him, as a pale red moon began to rise. He couldn't stop his ears from folding down to his head.
"You commuicate with the divine, and siphon their power to use as your own, don't you?" The plush asked.
"Right, but-"
"I know a god that will answer your prayers." The plush said. "They'll fix everything. You just have to perform a ritual, make a little sacrifice, and they'll give you what you want."
"What I want." Colin mumbled. The moon reflected in the plush's beady black eyes, making them glow with a dull, red malice that made him shiver.
"That's it. You understand." The plush said. "Just relax, and let him in."
Colin jolted awake. He was sleepwalking again, the plush dangling from his grip.
He was standing over his party. They were all still asleep, in their seats around the dwindled fire. Each one had circles of runes draw into the dirt around them - old ones, so old Colin couldn't even read them. He looked down and trembled as he realized the white fur on his fingers was caked in dirt.
"Go on, Colin. Finish it. Let him in." Plush said. He gasped, and dropped the it into the dirt. Gingerly, he looked down at it, only to meet its gaze again, its smile.
He understood it now. The plush understood him. It was his ally - his only ally. He could trust the plush. He always could.
"Let him in." The plush repeated.
"I will." He whispered, breathlessly.
The runes around his former party members began to glow red as he reached down and picked his plush back up, lovingly dusting it off and pulling it in for a hug.
His companions stirred, waking up in their seats and shouting in alarm as the light began to wash over and corrupt them. Instead of being horrified, though, Colin couldn't help but laugh at their expressions: so shocked, confused, betrayed.
Then the transformation really began to set in. Eric was the first, coughing up a cloud of feathers. His eyes widened with fear as his powerful frame began to shrink, growing softer and lighter and so, so much smaller.
Colin twirled in the middle of them, giggling and taunting them as the transformation took hold, all of them shrinking down into little plushie versions of themselves. Completely powerless.
"I told you it'd be easy." Plush said.
"You were so right, Plush." Colin said. He skipped gleefully around the camp as the ritual neared its end, each of his companions now completely transformed and laying limply in their little rune circles.
He towered over Eric, the once-proud paladin now an adorable button-eyed lion plushie smiling playfully up at him. Colin lifted him up, dangling him from one paw, before a thought struck him. A very naughty thought.
He turned the little lion plush over and spread its legs with one hand, cooing with delight as he found a little hole, just like on his favorite plush. He felt his arousal growing at the thought of using the paladin as a toy, and a wonderful thought occurred to him.
There was no party to mock him. No one around to stop him, or make him regret following his desires.
He pulled his robes up and off, tossing them aside carelessly and stroking himself to full mast. He could almost feel the plushie squirming in his grip as he lowered it and lined himself up with the hole.
"Aww, what's wrong?" He said, squeezing the plushie hard. "Did I mess this up too? Because I think -" He pushed himself into the hilt, and sighed as the plushie seemed to tighten around him. "- I got it just right."
He strutted over to Jack's plushie, his dick bobbing with the weight of the fallen paladin, and positioned himself right over the fox's face. Jack always did cling to his lion, after all. He had to have a part in everything.
Colin didn't last long. The emotional rush of taking revenge on his former compatriots was too much for the inexperienced cleric to hold himself back, and he completely flooded the paladin plush. He pulled himself out, making sure to let the drippings fall right onto Jack's face.
He picked the two cum-stained plushes up and tossed them into his tent, for later, before finally moving to the wizard and picking him up.
Suns. The airheaded raccoon wizard that could never quite listen to an entire conversation.
Colin's smile returned. He'd give him something to listen to.
He turned the raccoon plush over and pushed a thumb up into its ear. Another little hole, so ready to be stuffed. He could only imagine what it must have felt like for the wizard as he pushed himself in deep.
He couldn't help but laugh at the visual of pushing his dick all the way through the plush's head, in one ear and out the other.
He crawled into his tent and laid out over his bedroll, picking up and squeezing each of his cum-soaked plushies into a cuddle and giggling at how he could still feel their souls inside, squirming, fighting to get out of their prisons.
Ignoring them, he lifted up his favorite plush, staring lovingly into his eyes.
"Thank you, Plush." He said. "You said I needed a sacrifice - I assume that was my friends?"
"Oh, no. Your soul is." Plush said.
His breath hitched. "W-What?"
"Oh, don't worry." Plush said. "It'll feel good. Just kiss me."
He trusted Plush. Plush had never steered him wrong! But... giving up his soul...
No. It was too late to start preaching. He trusted Plush.
Forcing through his hesitation, he pulled Plush in and planted a kiss on his stitched smile.
Colin's vision tunneled as he felt himself being drained. The plush dropped softly into his lap as he fell limply onto his bedroll.
His lips were hot. He could feel so much energy being channeled through them, making his muscles tense and his body shiver.
He was dizzy, then cold, then... warm. Comfortable. His smile returned.
"That wasn't so bad." He said, squeezing his plush pile into another hug.
"Of course not." Plush said. "And you're already so much happier without it."