

Lily's Adventures In Deathville: Stuffed With Love
a story by Alex Reynard


WARNING: Taxidermy yiffiness. 'Nuff said. ;)


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PART ONE
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Lily and her daddy/lover Thanophile exited the ice cream shop hand in hand. Lily had been psyching herself up to try their embalming fluid flavor, but chickened out once again. It wasn't so much imagining what the taste would be like, but the knowledge that the color of it resembled the liquid barbers keep their combs in.

So instead she got Death By Chocolate; her favorite. Chocolate ice cream with a fudge ribbon and little brownie chunks, plus a special dark chocolate candy on top that, when swallowed, would send two razor-sharp spines bursting through her throat. Lily saved the special candy till last this time. Though usually it was funnest to push it deep into the scoop, so she wouldn't know she'd eaten it until it was too late.

Normally she liked to stay dead for a little while, but today was important. She reanimated herself quickly and fidgeted until Thanophile had finished his cone. Then they left together for the afternoon's final destination. Lily practically floated down the sidewalk; nearly nude and effervescent with anticipation. Thanophile was still a little unsure about all this, but his precious squirrel's enthusiasm was undeniable.

As they passed Ned 'n Nancy's Naughty Nooses (slogan: "For When You Just Want To Hang Out With Your Friends") Lily heard a loud engine coming closer. She and Thanophile turned to look.

The light was red, but the crocodile woman in the black pickup was accelerating as hard as she could anyway. A deer buck in a green coupe slammed on his brakes as he was halfway through the intersection. The pickup growled like a dragon as it neared the coupe. At the last second, the driver tossed back her head and squashed her bare breasts to the windshield.

The impact was stunning.

The noise was like a brick wall of pure, hard sound. Metal warped and twisted like taffy. Glass splinters and blood went in a million different directions. The pickup hurled the coupe all the way across the intersection. It glanced a sedan midway, then plowed into a fire hydrant. The water was probably the only thing that prevented an explosion.

Two doors opened simultaneously with twin sounds of metal scraping in protest. Lily was surprised that both drivers had survived, though neither would stay that way for long. They each crawled from the shredded wreckage of their vehicles towards each other. Their bodies were bent and broken in uncountable places. They were red with bloody cuts, and sparkling from the bits of windshield caught in their hair and wounds.

Finally they reached one another. Their immediate action was to grasp the other violently and smash together in a steaming hot kiss. They moaned loudly as they caressed with broken arms. Clothes were ripped away as fast as possible, and the deer and crocodile began to make loud, fierce, passionate sex right there on the street.

Thanophile smiled warmly. "Awww, that's sweet."


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Lily and Thanophile had been deceased for a little over a month, and were settling into their new hometown of Deathville swimmingly.

The Naughty level of Hell is as vast a place as can be imagined. While some areas are a dazzlingly diverse community of furs with every interest and viewpoint all coexisting happily, other areas are for those with more specific tastes. For any fetish or fixation the mind can conjure, there is a place. Deathville was a cozy community made for furs who liked happy snuff. (There were similar communities for people into gritty snuff, sorrowful snuff, hardcore snuff and even silly snuff. Hell has room for everyone.) In Deathville, any given moment might bring about bloody calamity for its residents, though it was never met with sadness or fear. It was a small town modeled after the rosiest imaginings of suburbia; a squeaky clean image that contrasted deliciously with its residents' gleefully perverted lifestyles. It was a town of picket fences, neatly trimmed lawns, small shops on Main Street, singing songbirds and sunshiny days. But it was also a town of knives, nooses and explosions. It was a town for people who loved life as much as the excitement of ending it. The fact that everyone was already dead just meant that they could experience *any* death, in whatever way they enjoyed most, as many times as they liked.

Lily was a young squirrel girl with glasses and a roly-poly tummy. She was shy and quiet, with a striped tail and a deep fetish for funerals (her own, specifically). At home she slept in her own special coffin, alongside her favorite plushiefox Sprinkle. She had met Thanophile online when she was still alive. He was an author of the most romantic, loving, erotic snuff tales she'd ever read. She was starstruck when he replied to her; he was overjoyed to have such a devoted fan. Their relationship grew until they finally agreed to meet. While the circumstances of their meeting had led to both their deaths, neither of them could have been happier with this result.

When Thanophile had first found himself in Hell, the raccoon's fur had been transformed into the black-on-white colors of his character, The Nameless Slasher. But a grown man can only walk around looking like something out of a comic book for so long before it starts getting embarrassing. He'd changed back to his usual brown stripes after a week, and Lily said he looked just fine that way.

Deathville had a small school which most of the town's children attended. A local teacher paid a visit to Lily and Thanophile soon after their arrival to talk about the little squirrel's education. Lily hadn't had a very good time in her old school on Earth. The teacher understood perfectly and said it was okay for her to take a break for a while. Summer vacation was a month and a half away anyway. Lily could wait until the Fall and start the new semester then. Lily was very relieved. She was glad to have so much time off to spend with her beloved raccoon and to explore her new city. But eventually, the more she thought about going back to school, the more she warmed to the idea. She'd been assured it wouldn't be anywhere near as dull and foreboding as it had been back on Earth. And the thought of a teacher who could give out fatal punishments was kind of exciting...

Thanophile had been a pharmacist while alive, and soon after his passing he was offered a job at Deathville General Hospital. He was initially surprised that a place where everyone was immortal would *need* a hospital. But it was explained to him that plenty of furs had medical fetishes. Some liked the bondage aspect, or having their bodies modified, or sexy nurses, or the feeling of being taken care of, or many other reasons. Thanophile could dig it. And he was told that, if he accepted the position, he'd be given an astounding array of chemicals to mix into the fiendish potions of his dreams. Thanophile *really* dug that! So on days when he felt like going to work, Lily would stay home while Thanophile headed to the hospital to have yiffy fun gettin' his mad scientist on.

Lily didn't mind Thanophile working, since both of them had been solitary people in life and were comfortable not spending 100% of their time around each other. Lily liked to read, listen to music, play with Sprinkle, or go out on her own. Plus she approved of Thanophile's job anyway because it meant he'd often bring work home with him. She was his ever-willing guinea pig for all his perverted poisons!

Even though her main fetish was funerals, Lily loved Deathville so much that she'd been enthusiastically trying out every kind of snuff she could think of since her arrival. Some she liked more than others, but there were none so far she hated, and all of them had been very, very exciting.

-Hanging was nice, even more so when her neck didn't break and it took a good long time.
-Being shot was a bit too frightening. The loudness, mostly.
-Car crashes were like the best amusement park ride ever!
-Beheading was a bit messy, though lots of fun nonetheless!
-Electrocution was the only method so far she really didn't care for.
-Lethal injections were always enjoyable; especially with Thanophile's skill at producing different pills and serums with a variety of effects.
-Vore was something she liked in fantasy but not quite so much in reality. The main reason being that saliva grossed her out.
-Explosions were, naturally, awesome.
-Strangling was wonderfully intimate.

But getting her throat cut, she'd decided, was her favorite. It combined suddenness and smoothness in a perfect dance. Thanophile could hold her close, then with a quick flash of silver she'd feel her neck open. Hot blood would paint them both as they kissed and kissed until her world went dark. So romantic!

She'd tried so many already, yet she knew there were still endless ways of expiring she hadn't even imagined yet. Just thinking about the possibilities was incredibly exciting. And today she was extra-special excited. As a welcoming gesture, all new arrivals in Deathville were sent a courtesy basket. It was filled with the expected goodies, but also a booklet about popular activities and destinations in town. They all sounded wonderful to Lily. Real-time video games. Couples deathmatches. Historical recreations of witch trials and other public executions. Haunted houses with REAL ghosts, zombies and mummies. Even a themepark called Snuffland! It was maddening trying to decide what to do in what order. (Although her first choice was easy: the combination beauty salon and funeral parlor pushed all her buttons perfectly!)

But Thanophile had been surprised by her choice for this week's outing. It was something she had thought over carefully before deciding on. Something far different from their snuffie play so far. Something that scared Lily a little. But it was that fear that helped make the idea so powerfully alluring. She wanted to challenge her own limits. She knew how much the idea tingled her deepest desires; the ones that were frightening to acknowledge, yet yielded the most intense pleasures when she gave in to them. Plus this could help bond her and Thanophile even closer together. He had mentioned it as a fantasy once, and now it was actually feasible. Lily became more and more certain that she had to be brave and trust her desires. The risks were mostly mental, but the rewards would be real.


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Two blocks down from the ice cream parlor, the raccoon and squirrel looked up to the handcarved wooden sign above their destination's door: KUBALSKY EXPERT TAXIDERMY. The shop's sole window was so crammed full of stuffed heads, paws and genitals that it was near-impossible to see inside.

Thanophile squeezed Lily's paw; asking with the gesture, 'Are you sure?'

Lily looked up to him with a smile full of trust and anticipation. "I'm sure."

"The whole week?" he asked

"At least!" Lily said assertively.

He nodded, and let her know with his smile he was proud of her. They stepped inside.

...Though not before waiting a moment to watch the deer and crocodile cum very loudly and perish together passionately.


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PART TWO
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Three bells above the door jangled merrily upon their entrance. "Just a moment!" they heard from the shop's back room.

The place didn't smell at all like Lily had imagined. It was kind of woody, like sawdust. The shop had an old-timey feel, as if this were the home of a master craftsman who might make cuckoo clocks or marionettes or something else handcarved and intricate. Instead, the walls and display cases were filled with people and pieces of people. There were a few nonevs as well, but mostly stuffed and mounted anthros. All of them looked frozen in time. There was none of the creepiness Lily had felt when she'd seen taxidermied dead stuff back on Earth. Thanophile called it 'the uncanny valley'; where things look *almost* alive, but fail in a way that's disturbing on an instinctual level. It had been one of Lily's biggest worries about coming to this place. She didn't want to end up looking like some ratty stitched-together roadkill.

But Mr. Kubalsky was clearly an artisan. This was a place where furs could come and be transformed into artworks. In one corner of the shop stood a female coati in a ballerina outfit, posed with perfect grace. She looked like a dancer from a music box. Lily's eyes sparkled.

Thanophile and Lily heard Mr. Kubalsky before they saw him; metallic thumping on the wood floor. 'Maybe he's got a walker?' Thanophile guessed.

But he and Lily were both surprised when the shopkeeper emerged from the back room. They'd expected an old man, yet Mr. Kubalsky looked younger than Thanophile!

"Sorry to keep you waiting; had some business in the back." He reached up to scratch one long ear and metal glinted in the light. "Robbie Kubalsky; a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand for a shake and Thanophile looked at it for a moment, unsure of what to do with it.

Robbie was a brown hare in his mid-twenties. His fur was mottled and scruffy; like a wild rabbit instead of a pet bunny. It looked very soft though. And Lily thought his ears looked like two big mixing spoons. The reason for the thumping, and for Thanophile's puzzlement at the offered handshake, was that Robbie was a triple amputee. His hand was a hook, and the rest of his arm was metal right up to the shoulder. Beneath his blue jeans she could see the ends of his prosthetic legs: curved black metal slabs on springs.

Mr. Kubalsky smiled at the raccoon's hesitance, revealing big triangular buck teeth. "Go ahead and shake! They're not sharp!"

Thanophile was a bit flustered, but recovered with a chuckle. He took the metal hooks in his paw and was surprised by how warm they were. "Sorry about that."

Robbie brushed it off. "Nah. I can tell by your reaction you two haven't been here long; it's normal."

"Well, we've been here a month," Thanophile said a little defensively.

The hare grinned. "Try 130 years."

Lily's eyes widened. "Really?"

He nodded to her. "Been in business most of that, so if you came here looking to get made into something nice, I've got the skills to craft you into whatever you can imagine."

Lily bit her lip and felt herself get a little moist.

Thanophile noticed and grinned. "That's actually just what we're here for. She saw your shop mentioned in the welcome booklet and wanted to see about maybe getting made into a plush."

Robbie looked as if that didn't surprise him a bit. "A lot of kids prefer plushification to the standard mounted display."

"Plushification..." Lily said to herself. She hadn't heard the word before, but quickly fell in love with it. "Yes! That's *exactly* what I want! Before I died, Thanophile and me talked about it a little; him turning me into a plush. But he said he didn't have the skill for it. I really liked the idea though! Being soft and cute for him to hug and play with..." Her cheeks were flushing conspicuously by now.

Robbie leaned over the counter to pat her headfur kindly. He 'hmm'ed and ran his fingers through her fur. Lily shivered. He seemed to be judging it, weighing it, testing it with his touch. "Nice material. I'm confident you'll make an excellent plush."

She wiggled joyfully at the compliment. "Thank you!"

Robbie thump-bumped out from behind the counter to get a full look at her. She noticed he had a rather odd walk. Noticing where she was looking, he pulled up his pant leg to show off more of his prosthesis. "They're made more for running and hopping, but I've adapted to 'em well enough."

Thanophile pointed to the legs and the metal arm. "Were you in an accident recently or...?"

Robbie chuckled bashfully. "Nope. Just your garden-variety amputee fetish, that's all. I took my real limbs off myself and had the hospital put on new ones. I tried out several before I settled on the ones I have now. I still don't know why, but I like the look and feel of having stumps. I'd do all four, but I decided to leave one hand for fine detail work in the shop. There's a lot I can do with my hook-hand, but some stuff's a lot easier with regular fingers. Sewing in particular. And I do a lot of that here!"

"I'll bet," said Lily. She had a mental image of a sharp little needle going through her fur, stitching it together, and she quivered. It was the sort of thing that was scary in the way she loved best.

Robbie looked between the squirrel and raccoon. "Did you have anything specific in mind? I do several different types of plush. I can make her just how she looks now but stuffed real soft, or with teddy bear proportions. Even change her species."

"Teddy bear! Definitely!" Lily said. She glanced around the shop, then gasped. "Like that one!"

Up on a high shelf sat a little blond fox boy who'd been plushified. Robbie took him down so Lily could have a better look. His hands and paws were gone: the stubby, abbreviated look of most plushie extremities. His body had been skillfully cut to make it smaller, so the head looked bigger in comparison. He had big friendly blue eyes made of hard plastic. "You can touch him, it's okay."

Lily chittered happily as she ran her paw over the plushboy's soft, soft fur. To her surprise, she *felt* his emotions as soon as she made contact! He was very happy that she liked how he looked, and even happier to be touched.

"He's alive in there," Lily marveled. "I kinda thought it'd be like going to sleep."

"Mm hmm," said Robbie. "Well, it can be. It depends on the furson and the situation. Some furs who come here want to be like a statue. Kept in suspended animation. Everyone you see in my shop volunteered to stay here and look pretty for pretty much indefinitely. They dream, I'm pretty sure. But they could come back to life at a moment's notice if something important happened. This little guy here," he patted the foxplush, "is waiting on his parents to show up. They're still alive. So he came here and asked me to make him into a gift for them, and I said I'd be happy to let him hang out here until one or both of them died and came to pick him up."

With her paw on the foxboy's arm, Lily could feel from him that all this was true. She got a mental impression that he was very happy being a plush, and that most of the time it was like pleasantly dozing on a warm afternoon. The days passed by in a hazy blur of no-time. An endless dream of bliss.

Lily was very relieved. That had been one of her biggest worries. She was completely ready to go through with this if it meant she'd be unconscious the whole time (Thanophile could always just tell her about all the naughty things he'd done with her afterwards, and maybe film a few). But she was glad she could be aware of it if she chose to. And it looked like, so long as they were touching, they'd still be able to communicate. She hadn't needed words to know perfectly clear what the foxboy was saying to her.

She sent a wave of empathy towards him as she sat him down on the counter. 'I hope your parents die soon,' she thought sincerely. Then she did a double-take at how bizarre it was to be wishing someone that as a positive thing!

The foxboy sent a laugh to her. He conveyed that he'd thought the same thing before, and that the wait was nice enough he was in no great hurry for it to end.

Lily felt her final doubts melt away. "Yes. I definitely wanna do this," she told Mr. Kubalsky with a beaming, confident smile.

"I'm glad to hear that!" he said, giving her a hug. "You're so cute, you'll be a joy to work on."

This made her blush and turn away, but also giggle. She was still extremely sensitive to compliments.

"How much will it cost? Or rather *what* will it cost?" Thanophile asked, knowing well that Deathville didn't use dollars and cents. Blood was the usual currency here, but other places took body parts and even brains.

"I don't usually charge for my services, since I wouldn't be in business if this wasn't what I enjoyed doing. Taxidermy is very much art for me. I do it for my own sake. However..." He looked Thanophile up and down with a sly smile. "Donations are always appreciated."

That glance made Thanophile a teensy bit uneasy. "Um, what kind of donations?"

"Oh, a good hard fuck would be nice," Robbie said blithely.

Thanophile gulped.

Lily snickered into her paws.

"I'm not... erm..." Thanophile stumbled.

"Would this help?" Robbie spun around and became female in an eyeblink. Suddenly his red T-shirt was stuffed with blossoming bunnyboobies and her hips had become lusciously rounded. She wiggled her tail enticingly at him. "Well?"

Thanophile gulped again. "You may have convinced me."

Robbie spun again and regained his maleness. "You're lucky I don't charge an arm and a leg," he said with a laugh.


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Thanophile had intended to stick around for Lily's snuffing and stuffing, but Mr. Kubalsky said that his workshop area was just too small. Plus, he didn't like being watched while he worked. "Like having someone hovering around you in the kitchen while you're cooking," he'd said. He did however offer to film everything for Thanophile to watch later, which suited the raccoon fine.

Before leaving, Thanophile scooped up Lily in a great big hug, kissed her, and told her how much he loved her. Lily returned all his affections twofold. She said she'd soon become a cuddly toy for him to play with. Mr. Kubalsky estimated Lily would be ready in a few hours and that he'd call for Thanophile to pick her up. Thanophile nodded agreement, thanked the man, and promised to give him his best 'donation' if he liked the results. Robbie was quite happy to hear this.

Thanophile left to go kill some time at the hospital (and probably some patients too). Robbie took Lily by the paw and led her into his workroom.

Her tail frizzed up as soon as she saw the place. "Wow..." It looked a lot different from the storefront. The walls here were stainless steel, with mind-bogglingly cluttered racks and shelves full of tools. Strangely-shaped implements that Lily had never seen before. Sharp, diabolical edges. Hooks, wheels and needles. She tried to imagine how these things might be used on her. A rush of fear shot through her, but she welcomed it. She liked feeling the fear, while knowing underneath that she was always as safe and in control as she chose to be.

Robbie swept a few odds and ends off the surface of his workplace, then unfurled a big green mat onto it. "Up here, sweetheart," he said softly. He could see that Lily was uncertain but eager nonetheless. He hoped he'd do a good job of soothing her worries and easing her into pleasure.

Lily clambered up onto the bench. She flinched when her bare butt touched the green mat. "Yipes! That's cold!"

"Sorry, the material tends to do that after I clean it. It'll warm up quickly though." Robbie put a paw on her chest. "Just lie down. Be still. You don't have to do anything but enjoy the experience. Let me do all the work."

Lily obeyed with a smile. Robbie had a nice soothing voice. And the feeling of being still and quiet while someone else did stuff to her tickled her funeral fetish quite nicely.

Robbie removed Lily's shoes and socks. That was all she was wearing today besides her glasses. "Not much to take off."

"I figured I'd have to get naked anyway."

"Very efficient."

"Plus, I like it when me 'n Thanophile go out together and he's dressed and I'm not. It feels naughty, like I'm his pet or something," she giggled.

"You're certainly a cute pet squirrel," he said, which made her giggle more. "Now, first question; would you like to be snuffed before I start? Or go through the process alive, so to speak?"

Lily thought it over. "I'd still be aware of what's going on if I was snuffed, right?"

"If you choose to be, yes."

"Which is easier for you?"

"That's very kind of you to ask. It'd probably be easier if you were alive to help me out a little, at least at first."

"Okay then, sure!" Lily liked being helpful.

"Excellent. First up, since you won't be dying just yet, you can sit up and scoot over to this machine here."

Lily sat up and looked. Robbie was pointing to something that looked like an extra-large blender without the glass part. Instead of a blade, there was what looked like a buttplug with a hole through it. "Lemme guess; that thing's gonna clean me out?"

"More thoroughly than you'd imagine," Robbie said as he helped her into position. He spread her cheeks as she sat down. When the plug went up her tailhole, Lily 'Eep!'ed. "Feels good?"

She blushed. "Yeah..."

"Fits nice and snug?"

She nodded bashfully and squeezed her legs together. It felt so nice it was hard not to start pawing. To distract herself she looked around the shop. "You've got more machines in here than I expected."

"I do most of the real work by hand, but I use technology for the more tedious parts. Like that big metal box over there. That's a 3D printer. When I do a normal taxidermy mount, I scan the furson's body, then that thing prints up a foam or plastic form of them that I slip the skin over."

"That's pretty cool." Looking to the other side, Lily noticed two big feet mounted on the wall. The fur looked familiar. "Hey, these are yours!"

Robbie was impressed. "Sharp eyes! I figured I'd keep them as toys. You can touch them if you like."

Lily was just able to reach over and brush her hand over them. "They're soft!"

The hare shivered when she did. "And still sensitive!"

"That's even cooler! And not really surprising, considering you can turn people into living plush. Why wouldn't your severed bunnyfeet still be able to feel things?"

"Technically harefeet, but I honestly get called a bunny and a rabbit so much it doesn't bother me like it used to. Way back when I was alive it used to give me fits!" he said chuckling.

Lily looked down, trying to see over her belly to the controls of the machine she was seated on. "So what's this do?"

"Basically, it sucks all your yucky stuff out so I don't have to touch it. I press this button and out come your guts."

The button clicked and Lily sat straight up! "Oo!!!" The sensation from her butt was unlike anything she'd experienced before. It felt like a powerful jet of cold fluid had been shot up her keister while at the same time pulling down hard on her insides.

Robbie had to speak up a little over the machine's whirring. "There goes all your squishy stuff! Your intestines, stomach, lungs, heart, brains."

"It's gonna pull my brains outta my BUTT!?" Lily shouted.

Robbie guffawed. "Sure! It's a very effective thingamabob. It feels good though, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmm, you bet!" Lily was grinding her tush onto the machine. "It was surprising at first, but it feels really good inside me. Kind of sloshy. And I can feel the stuff going down into it! It actually feels like I'm losing weight." And with one last, sudden 'SCHLOORP' sound, her head suddenly weighed about five pounds less. "Holy heck! How the crap did it DO that!?" She held her head in her paws, slightly freaked out by how much lighter and hollow it now felt. She knocked on her skull and it made a coconut shell sound.

"I dunno how it works myself, but I can guarantee it's gonna feel a whole lot weirder when your bones come out." Robbie clicked another button and the machine made a new sound.

Lily felt a new sensation to go along with it. It was like her whole body suddenly got all rubbery and wiggly. She felt like a big floppy glove. Her bones all came loose from one another and one by one the machine vacuumed them up with a clattering sound. "Whoaaa... That is WEIRD! Where's it all going?"

"Down a pipe to the basement," Robbie explained. "I can't do much with it, so it'll probably just go in the incinerator."

Lily felt a very strange thrill at the idea of her vital parts being so casually disposed of.

Lily blinked hard when her skull slipped backwards down her throat and vanished out her butt. It was over in a second, but it left her with one of the most bizarre after-feelings of her life. With nothing holding her up anymore, she flopped over like a ragdoll, and might have fallen off the workbench if the wall hadn't been there to prop her up. "Ooog..."

"You okay, little one?" Robbie asked.

"I'm fine I just... I dunno how to describe it. I can't move, and I feel hollow inside, but also really relaxed and... Jello-y."

He nodded. "Yup. Naturally I've tried this sucker out several times myself." (Lily winced at the pun.) "Afterwards, it feels like I've just taken the grand champion shit of my life."

Lily laughed naughtily. "That's how it felt for me too. But I didn't wanna say it out loud!"

"Right, so now I'm gonna lift you up and put you back on the mat. Since you'll just be lying down from here on out, I can snuff you now if you like."

"That's fine," Lily said. He lifted her up gently and easily; impressive considering his metal hand. She cooed when she was put back on the mat, which still hadn't quite warmed up yet. Lily had an unpleasant thought. "Hey, um... are you gonna hang me upside down and slit my throat? I saw a hunter do that on TV once. It looked gross. I like getting my throat cut, but the blood would go all over my face and up my nose!"

"No worries. I only do that on request. Not everyone's into bloody-type snuff. I actually don't have to bleed you out at all, since the vacuum-machine already took care of that. You're just fur and meat now."

"Oh, well that's good." It felt interesting to be described as fur and meat. She imagined herself being sold in shrinkwrapped packages at the grocery store, or her pelt turned into a coat. She'd read enough online porn to come across the idea of objectification. Not in the usual negative sense, but how some people liked the idea of being turned into something inanimate and used. Lily definitely shared that kink. After all, that was why she wasn't just becoming Thanophile's plush for one night of cuddly fun. They'd talked about this at length, and she had insisted she wanted to spend a week as his plush.

A whole week! Seven days. Utterly inanimate the whole time. She'd be completely helpless, completely reliant on her wonderful raccoon.

When she'd first thought of the idea, she'd dismissed it immediately. There was no way! Yet she couldn't deny how intensely hot it got her. The more she thought about it, the more insistently the idea called to her. And she realized, what did she have to lose? She knew by now how the Naughty level worked. Things here were only ever as permanent as people truly wanted them to be. If something unexpected happened, or if she just didn't like it, she could will herself back to normal at any time. And she'd never know for sure how much she'd like it unless she tried it.

Thanophile had been hesitant at first. But she countered that she'd spent sleepovers in the town cemetery lots of times; cozy and motionless in her comfy coffin for a day or more. She was perfectly comfortable with lying lifeless for extended periods. Now she wanted to try something way beyond her comfort zone. Something *really* extended.

Finally he agreed. He trusted her to know what she wanted for herself. He was proud of her for being brave and assertive about her own desires. The fact that he'd get a cute plushified Lily out of it definitely influenced his decision too.

Robbie said something and Lily didn't quite hear it. "Hmm?"

"Sorry, I asked how you'd like to be snuffed."

She smiled in anticipation. "Oh, just about anything's fine! Except electrical stuff. I like being surprised, so do whatever you like."

"Ever been hung by a belt from a ceiling fan?" he asked.

Lily lit up! "Oooooo! No, I haven't tried that! It sounds really fun! Will the ceiling fan be turned on? Spinning me like a merry-go-round?"

Robbie shrugged. "I hadn't thought of that, but why not?"

"Awesome!" Lily sat up and hugged him.

The hare smiled warmly and hugged her back. He always loved seeing customers this enthusiastic. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to give joy to others by doing something that gave him joy. And though it was something not a lot of people would ever consider 'joyful', that just made it more special, he thought.

Robbie patted Lily's paw. "C'mon. Let's go get you killed, sweetheart."

"Yay!"


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Swinging from the ceiling fan in Robbie's upstairs apartment had been fun, but Lily got dizzy a lot sooner than she'd gotten dead. She was thankful she'd had her bladder sucked out beforehand or she probably would've peed all over his kitchen linoleum in a big circle.

Once she'd died and that familiar cloudy stillness came over her, Robbie very tenderly unhooked the belt and let her down onto his shoulders. He carried her back downstairs like carrying her to bed.

Something occurred to her as he laid her down on the workbench again. Death by hanging really didn't make much sense in her condition. She knew that asphyxiation worked by depriving oxygen to the brain. Yet she didn't have a brain anymore! Or any lungs for that matter. Not even a neckbone to snap. Of course, this was in addition to the larger logical enigma of how someone could have all their bones and organs sucked out, yet still be alive enough to agree to death by hanging! She would have laughed out loud had she been able to move anymore. But this was the afterlife. Part of the fun was in not caring anymore what was supposed to be impossible.

Robbie carefully opened Lily's eyes to show her his leather pouch filled with dozens of neatly arranged knives. Blades of every shape, all for different purposes. He could feel her tingle at seeing them. He put on his work glove and sat down to his task.

Internally, Lily gasped when the first knife traced a thin line down her tummy. It was so sharp she could barely feel anything but the chill of the cold metal. Robbie worked his fingers inside and began peeling her skin back. Lily moaned and whimpered in her mind, but made no sound externally. It was okay though; Robbie had told her he'd be well aware of all her reactions and emotions as he worked. If she was uncomfortable or wanted him to stop, he'd know. But she didn't. She wanted that wonderful little blade to cut her up even more.

Her wish was granted. Robbie took a flensing knife and began separating her pelt from her meat. If she'd been alive, Lily couldn't possibly have kept still for this. She imagined herself thrashing in ecstacy as parts of her were touched by sensations they'd never felt before. The knife was kind. It didn't sting a bit. Mr Kubalsky was incredibly skilled with it. Every cut felt like a single finger gently caressing her inside.

He felt her ask what would become of her meat. Robbie said that despite being a herbivorous species, he was very much a carnivore in practice. One reason he did not typically charge for his services is that his clients usually became his meals. Lily was overjoyed when he told her she'd make a fine squirrel stew. With plenty left over for barbecuing and taco night too! Lily basked in happiness as Mr. Kubalsky began removing sections of her meat, describing what kind of recipe each one would go into. She loved the idea of becoming something yummy to repay the nice taxidermist.

When she was finally all cleaned out, Robbie left to put her meat in the freezer. Lily took the time alone to get used to the sensation of being just a pelt.

She couldn't move at all. That by itself wasn't abnormal. She'd spent plenty of time motionless in her coffin, and had learned to enjoy the serenity of it. But this was the first time she felt like she couldn't move even if she wanted to. Like there was nothing to move herself *with*. She felt like a rubber suit of herself. Perfectly empty.

It was a little spooky actually. Though it didn't feel unpleasant, just unknown. She decided to try a little experiment to reassure herself. Even though it took a second to figure out how, she reached up to wave her hand in front of her face. Seeing her wiggling fingers, she felt greatly relieved. Now that she knew she *could* move, she didn't feel a *need* to anymore. She let herself relax again. 'After all', she reminded herself, 'I'm just a nice soft material for Mr. Kubalsky to work with.'

Said hare returned a moment later with a can of pungent stuff which he proceeded to apply to Lily's insides with a soft brush. Instant tanning solution, he said. Normally, tanning a hide took a long time and was quite boring for the hide. This way they could get right to the exciting part; the sewing.

Robbie showed her the scissors first, before he began to cut. Seeing that metal gleam and then the anticipation of feeling it was torturously wonderful for Lily. She felt a little poke in her right forearm, then a line of pressure, accompanied by a familiar 'scchrip sccrhip' sound. It sounded like when she'd cut up construction paper back in kindergarten. She giggled, imagining him cutting a line of paper dolls into her fur.

She murred at the sound of the scissors. The workshop was near-silent except for that sound. Robbie was stone quiet as he worked. She couldn't see his face, but imagined he was concentrating very hard. She could tell he put a lot of effort and pride into his work. It felt good having someone pay so much attention to her like this.

One by one her paws came off. Robbie showed each one to her as he removed them. She thought they looked like cute little gloves and booties. He said that's exactly what he'd make them into when he was done. He tried never to waste a scrap of a client's fur.

Lily shivered inside when her tail came off in one quick snip. There was something about losing her tail that always got to her. Maybe it was because it was one of the few parts of her body she'd always felt proud of. The stripe not so much, but otherwise it was full, fluffy and beautiful. So losing it was especially intense compared to other bits of her.

Robbie took off his glove to lightly caress her girlplace. "How about this, sweetheart? Shall I leave it for your lucky 'coon to have fun with? Or make you nice and smooth like a store-bought plush?"

Lily hadn't thought of that.

She'd just assumed she'd still have her pussy in plush-form. Though maybe it might be more fun without it. Not being able to cum would be frustrating, yes, but it would increase the feeling that she was just an inanimate object. Plus Thanophile had said he liked rubbing his cock against her soft fur just fine. 'I can always wish it back if either of us want to,' she reasoned.

'Make me smooth!' she thought boldly.

Robbie heard her loud and clear. "Allright then. I'm sure I can find a use for your li'l muffin. Maybe a coin purse. Or you could put lollipops in it." That made her snicker.

Lily cooed and moaned wildly when the wonderful scissors began to snip away at her mound. Those long, sharp, hard blades coming so close to her most sensitive place... She could tell Robbie was taking it slow deliberately. Probably just to be precise, but maybe partially to tease her and drive her crazy. Sometimes one of the scissor blades would lightly graze her cunny, inside or out, and it'd feel like a lightning strike. A short, sharp spike of pleasure, gone almost before she could register it.

Lily was so close to cumming! Just a little longer... Just one more touch on her pink parts... Those damn scissors were so close! In her mind she was writhing with need, but her fur didn't move an iota.

Still, Robbie could feel her horniness. He grinned. "Well, that's it!" With one last snip, her cunny came off.

Just like that, her bubble burst. Nothing there now! Totally numb! She'd been so close to cumming and then nothing!

Robbie snickered at her frustration. He held up her pussy so she could see. "That's pretty, isn't it? I'm sure someone will come along and want to buy it. For now though, I'd better keep it in a safe place."

With that, he shoved it roughly in his pocket. It didn't matter that it was detached; the suddenness of the sensation was enough to give Lily a doozy of an orgasm.

Her mind fuzzy from joy, she sent out a thank you to the wily hare.


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PART THREE
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"She's adorable!!"

Lily came awake suddenly. Her first thought was surprise that she'd fallen asleep, but that last orgasm had packed quite a wallop. She thought she remembered dreaming about being stuffed, but wasn't sure. She certainly did feel fluffy and full now. It was wonderful!

Even more wonderful was realizing she was back in the shop, seated on the counter, and Thanophile was looking at her with an enormous smile.

"I did a lot of custom work that's not easy to see at first. But then, that's the point," Robbie said, giving Lily a pat. "You can see how her hands and feet are more toylike now, but I also cut her tail shorter. Plus I did a lot of work on her torso to make it smaller and rounder. Classic plush proportions. Her glasses are held on with snaps. They're removable if you like. I thought she looked cuter with them on."

Thanophile looked Lily over from every angle. "You did an amazing job! I can hardly believe it. She's very lifelike. I was kinda worried on the way over here that the effect would be, well, a little creepy. ...No offense."

The hare was unfazed. "Not at all. I'm well aware of that. The hardest part of the job is avoiding that creepy-type look. Of course, it helps when the material is so cooperative, and you can see for yourself how happy she is."

That was certainly true. Lily did her best to radiate her joy for Thanophile to feel. Being a plush felt just like she thought it'd be. She felt light and soft and yearned to be picked up. She wanted to cuddle and hug and be held. The only odd part was that she couldn't seem to blink.

"The plastic eyes help," Robbie pointed out. "Paradoxically, natural-looking eyes tend to look unnatural on a taxidermy project. Probably because they don't move or change like we're used to when we look at them. Plastic seems more 'right' for a plush. And since Lily's soul is inside, they don't look lifeless either."

"Can I...?" Thanophile asked, reaching for her.

"Of course. She's yours!"

Lily's heart soared as Thanophile scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. Her senses exploded in joy. 'This is even better than cumming!' she thought. 'Well, maybe not. But it's close! And it's so different... It's not like any pleasure I've felt before. I feel like I exist now to be loved and to give love. Like I'm made of love. A little fluffy squirrelcloud of love!'

Thanophile sighed happily. He rubbed his cheek on hers. He nuzzled her ears, then kissed them. "She's perfect..."

Her back was to Mr. Kubalsky so she couldn't see him, but she could definitely hear the proud smile in his voice. "Thank you so much, Mr. Thanophile! It feels good to know I've done my job well. And Lily was excellent. Well-behaved, cooperative and sweet. I'd work on her again in a heartbeat. Plus I kept her meat for supper. I tried a little bit already, and..." He made a yummy sound while licking his lips and rubbing his tummy.

Thanophile chuckled. "You don't have to tell me! I love having her help out in the kitchen." He gave Lily a squeeze, then held her at arms' length to look her over again. "Wow! I remember telling you about my idea to make you into a stuffed animal, sweetie. I never thought it'd actually happen. And you're cuter than I ever dreamed!" He gave her nose a nuzzle and kissed her lips They was stitched into a happy open smile, which perfectly matched Lily's emotions at the moment.

Thanophile sat Lily back down on the counter. "Now then... I'd say you've definitely earned your payment for this job." The raccoon undid his jeans' fly.

"One sec; let me get my tits on!" In a blink, Robbie was female again. She grinned seductively at Thanophile as she pulled her pants down, revealing a round bunny bum. "I'd be more than happy to accept your donation, Mr. Thanophile. Just stick it right in the slot!"

The raccoon's pants hit the floor with a 'clink' of car keys. "Which one?"

"Either. Or both," she winked. She slipped off her prosthetic arm and braced herself against the counter with her real one.

Just as the raccoon was about to poke his penis inside the femmy shopkeeper, Robbie called out, "Wait!"

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

She walked over to the workbench. "Not at all. I just wanted to turn Lily around. I figured she might like being our audience."

Both of them felt the yiffy squirrelplush agree.

"Allright, let's get to it," Thanophile said. He'd never been happy with his penis size back on Earth, so here in Hell he'd wished himself some extra length.

Robbie shrieked in joy as every inch of it suddenly introduced itself to her.


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Thanophile hadn't had the door open a nanosecond before Sprinkle came racing down the hall to greet him with a volley of barks, yips and nuzzles.

"Yikes! Jeez, you silly plush! Let me at least get inside before you turn on the manic adoration!"

The day Lily and Thanophile died, they had been given a new house in Deathville with all the comforts a necrophile could want. But what Lily had been happiest to find was that her very favorite plushie had followed her to the afterlife and become Real. In the Naughty level, most recently-deceased furs were given a Hell-O-Phone: a simple red rotary phone into which any question about the abyss could be asked. Its information was usually quite accurate. (The demons had decided on this idea after growing increasingly sick of answering new souls' FAQs.) Lily wanted to know everything about how it was possible for Sprinkle to have returned to her. The last time she'd seen the little raspberry-and-vanilla-colored vixen, she'd been giving her a shoebox funeral in her parents' garden (which Sprinkle assured her she'd _loved_!). The Hell-o-phone explained that when people loved something like a plush very, very much, that love-energy could sometimes form a sort of pseudo-soul within the object. It wasn't aware of anything, but it could store emotions and memories. When Lily died, this love-energy had come along with her, and a piece of her soul had split off to give Sprinkle life. Sprinkle remembered every moment she had been by her loving owner's side. Some Real plushies could talk, but Sprinkle preferred to bark and yip like a nonev fox. Lily and Thanophile understood her just fine.

Needless to say, Sprinkle was very excited to see what Lily would look like as a plush too. She bounced like a tennis ball as Thanophile took off his coat and hung up his car keys.

"Can I at least get to the bedroom!?" Thanophile roared teasingly. He knew Sprinkle had just as much of a snuffie streak as Lily; the naughty vix often liked to be playfully annoying in hopes that she'd be "punished". Sprinkle squeaked adorably as Thanophile "accidentally" stepped on her a few times on his way to the bedroom.

She trotted along behind him, then licked away the footprints he'd left on her fur. Being squished felt divine to her. The harder the better!

Thanophile sat down on his bed and placed Lily beside him. "Allright; now you can jump up."

Sprinkle sprang like a spring. In a blink she was at Lily's side, sniffing her all over. Lily laughed at feeling her plushie's little plastic nose tickle her. 'Hi, Sprinkle! How do you like my new look?' The vixen yipped in approval. She nuzzled Lily lovingly. It was gonna be so fun having her favorite squirrel as a plush for a while!

'It was really exciting being taxidermied!' Lily thought to Sprinkle. 'Mr. Kubalsky was so gentle. And now I understand why you like the scissors so much!'

Sprinkle yapped and wagged her magenta-tipped tail. One of her favorite games was to bring Lily the scissors and pester her cutely until she cut something off. She loved losing her paws the most!

Thanophile petted Sprinkle and Lily at the same time. It was interesting how he could tell the difference between the real fur and the artificial fur, yet they both had the same fluff-stuffed 'give' to them now. The fox and squirrel were both about as firm as marshmallows.

Sprinkle nosed around Lily's sexless crotch and 'Erf?'ed questioningly.

Lily giggled. Being touched down there hadn't felt the same as before, but she'd definitely felt something good. 'Mr. Kubalsky snipped it off and kept it. I thought it'd be fun to be like you. At least at first. I might grow it back after a while.'

Sprinkle certainly didn't mind her own lack of genitalia. It was normal for a plush like her. Plus, once in a while she'd wish real hard and grow a little rubber cunny for Lily or Thanophile to play with.

Thanophile lightly brushed his fingers over Lily's smooth spot and could feel her shiver. "Didja like that, snuffheart?"

'Absolutely!' Lily thought back.

"Wanna play for a while before I start dinner?"

'Double absolutely!!'

He laughed. He was happy to find that communicating with her like this was just as easy as the telepathy they shared whenever one or both of them was snuffed. It was a little fuzzier now (appropriately enough, he thought), and more like receiving the meaning and emotion of what she said, instead of specific words. That made sense, given how that was the way communicating with Sprinkle felt too.

Thanophile stood up and undressed quickly. When he was done he pounced back onto the bed, landing on Lily and squashing her flat for a second.

'Mmmmurrr! That was great! Squish me more!!'

"I intend to, my darling. But first..." With a playful smirk he snatched up Sprinkle by the scruff of her neck. "...we have a pesty fox to deal with if we want any privacy."

The vixen looked up at him with her big brown plastic eyes and whimpered. She might have pulled off her act of looking terrified, had she not been pawing needfully at her crotch.

Knowing how much she loved rough play, Thanophile grasped her firmly by the head and neck. Digging his fingers in, he pulled as hard as he could. Sprinkle yipped lustily when her seams started popping. With a loud 'RRRRRIP' Sprinkle's head came clean off!

"That'll teach you, you naughty beastie!" Thanophile said. He gave her a quick kiss on the nose, then chucked both pieces of her across the room and into the laundry hamper.

Lily burst out giggling. She knew how much Sprinkle must've loved that. Her plushie pal was so enthusiastically masochistic it went off the charts.

Thanophile turned back to Lily. He propped himself up with his arms, looming over her little stuffed self. "Now that we're alone, I think I should give my new sex toy a test-yiff."

Being called a toy was so thrilling. Lily loved the idea of being owned by Thanophile. His to use in any way he saw fit. Being a plushie now, she couldn't help but be obedient and submit to his every desire. The feeling was overwhelmingly fulfilling.

Thanophile kissed her nose, then her lips, then her chin. He moved down her soft little body till he got to her girlplace, then nuzzled it firmly.

Lily squeaked in bliss!

Thanophile scooted her down lower. He laid on his side and held her with one paw. When he touched his penis to her fur, it made them both jump. The feeling was incredible! Soft for him and warm for her. He held her tighter, sinking his cock into her softness. She was just big enough for him to lean in close and bury his nose in her hair. He kissed between her ears.

"Lily, you're perfect..."

A surge of contentment spread through her like a wave crashing on the beach.

Thanophile began to thrust. His hot hardness was amazing. Lily felt so loved. Her thoughts melted until there was nothing but bliss. Lily let go of everything and became his toy, body and soul.

Meanwhile in the laundry, Sprinkle was surrounded by the smells of her favorite squirrel and raccoon, listening to their lovemaking while she forcefully nuzzled and nibbled her little plush crotch. This was so much easier with her head pulled off!


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The following week passed by in a blur. Somewhat literally.

Lily finally understood what it was like for Sprinkle when she was by herself. As a plushie, Lily discovered that whenever no one was around, she'd start to feel incredibly sleepy. She'd drift off into happy dreams, then wake again when someone wanted to play with her. Now that they were both plush, Lily could understand Sprinkle more clearly when they 'talked' together. Sprinkle was able to convey that, yes, she too took a trip to sleepyland whenever Lily was away. This was a relief, since Lily had often felt bad about leaving her plushie alone for long periods of time.

Needless to say, Thanophile yiffed Lily a LOT in her seven days of stuffing. He tried all sorts of positions. He rubbed against Lily's front and against her bum, even against her little feet. He'd cum in several different places, including across her muzzle and in her ear (Super tickly!). He usually thrusted into her, rather than rubbing her up and down against his cock. Lily said that was a little like driving in a car over a very bumpy road. He also experimented with holes. At first he simply made a little rip between her legs to poke into. But that was a bit unsatisfying. Next Lily grew a set of rubber bits. This was a lot more fun. Sprinkle liked to nibble on them too. One time Lily even grew back her real genitals for an hour or so, and had one of the best orgasms she could remember!

After a few days, Lily had gotten quite sticky. Thanophile held her up to the bathroom mirror and, if she could have blushed, she certainly would have. Her fur was a mess! It actually felt very sexy to be so dirty. She liked how Thanophile's dried cum felt on her fur. It reinforced the feeling of being his toy to use in whatever way he saw fit.

Thanophile made a call to Mr. Kubalsky that day to inquire if Lily was machine washable. Then he popped her and Sprinkle into his backpack, telling them he had a surprise for them. He took a portal out of Deathville to a very special laundromat in another part of Naughty.

Not many furs have a laundry fetish, but in Hell there is always a place for everyone. The Suds'n'Spooge Laundrorama was one of the most popular destinations for furs who liked to hop in washing machines for a spin, get transformed into clothing, be ironed flat, or just yiff in a tumbledryer. It was also a very popular place to bring Real plushies, as most stuffed animals thought washing day was like going on an amusement park ride.

Thanophile gave both his plushie girls a kiss, then popped them in a roomy toploader with some of his dirty clothes. He poured in some powdered soap (which Lily thought was actually quite tasty) and set the timer for sixty minutes. Lily and Sprinkle were treated to a whirling underwater adventure. They were dizzy the whole time but that just made it more fun. As the agitator tumbled them around, they tried their best to wade through the laundry and get close enough for kisses, hugs and gropes. (Meanwhile, Thanophile was covertly masturbating to a couple of minks who were rather brazenly fucking in an industrial steam press.)

After the wash had spun them around a while, Thanophile pulled Sprinkle and Lily out and couldn't resist a laugh at their appearance. They were saggy, dripping and their fur stuck up in all directions. They'd both broken a few seams during the ride but didn't mind a bit. Lily understood why Sprinkle liked it so much now. Each popped stitch felt like a tiny orgasm. Thanophile waved to them both as he tossed them in a great big front-loading dryer and sat down to watch them spin.

To the girls' delight, there were a few other plushies in the dryer with them. A grey kitten, a green pony and a brick-red fox; all Real. This time it was like the world's most unpredictable orgy. The dryer kept everyone in constant motion, always bumping into one another. Every few seconds they were touching, nuzzling or kissing someone else. Noses nuzzled crotches, muzzles met in kisses. Lily felt saturated through and through with good feelings. It was an incredible experience to love Sprinkle and her three new friends equally, without caring a bit who was who.

After the dryer ride, the five plushies all exchanged names and hugs. Their owners reached in one by one to pick them up and they all waved goodbye to one another. Lily promised she'd take Sprinkle back here again someday, and maybe meet Dunstan, Starweaver and Terry again.

Thanophile had also been making new friends while Lily and Sprinkle spun. He'd been talking with the three children who owned the other plushies, and they were all excited to hear about Lily's transformation. The chicken girl who owned the green pony said it sounded fun, but she didn't think she could handle being taxidermied. The collie boy who owned the kitten said there was probably some sort of magic spell or plushifying ray she could try instead. The bat boy who owned the fox said taxidermy sounded fun to him. He was a snuffie fan, and when Thanophile told him he was an author of several deadly delights, the bat boy vowed to check out Thanophile's stories online ASAP. He'd even asked if he could get personally snuffed, like getting an autograph. Thanophile was happy to oblige. Terry giggled as Thanophile decapitated the boy with a lint trap.


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In addition to the laundromat, Thanophile took Lily to many other places during her week of ultimate softness. He bought a baby stroller from a secondhand store in town and took her out for walks in it. Lily loved feeling the sun on her fur. Though she wondered if Thanophile might be embarrassed to be seen walking around with a stuffed animal in a stroller, he just shrugged. If people here could openly accept his snuff fetish, he didn't mind them thinking he was a little crazy on top of that. Lily giggled and said that made sense. Thanophile even bought her a few tiny outfits to make her look even more dolllike. She said she didn't mind playing dressup so long as he didn't make her attend any tea parties.

Lily didn't need to eat as a plush, but she did miss the taste of food after a while. So Thanophile took her out to one of their favorite restaurants one night. (The waitress recognized her immediately, and said she'd been to Mr. Kubalsky a few times herself.) Thanophile ordered for both of them. When the food came, he and Lily had a grand time as he smeared it all over her muzzle. She could taste it just fine, and loved the sheer silliness of getting so shamelessly messy. By the end of the meal her fur was a complete disaster. She shrieked with laughter when he held her up in front of the restroom mirror. Any other plushie would have been stained to ruination. But a quick hosedown in the backyard, followed by a luxurious brush-and-hairdryer session, fixed her up good as new again.

Thanophile also brought Lily with him to the hospital a few times. In addition to furs with a medical kink, hospitals in Hell were often the arrival point for new souls who needed special care. Many furs on Earth died in agony, or had endured terrible suffering in their lives. After crossing over, they'd wake up in a hospital bed with caring furs all around devoted to making them feel better. Thanophile took Lily to several wards where new arrivals were recovering from pre-death traumas. Everyone said that cuddling Lily made them feel better. For Lily, it was a deeply emotional experience. She couldn't believe that a simple hug could bring someone else so much joy. It was especially gratifying to visit the pediatrics ward and play with the very young cubs. Toddlers died too, after all. Hellguardians and mortal volunteers put in lots of effort to comfort these little ones. They were a bit rough with their love, but Lily didn't mind. They'd pull on her paws and tug her tail, nibble her ears and drool on her. But it was clear she made them happy. Their hugs were bursting with an incredibly pure love. After each hospital visit, Lily was silent as Thanophile took her home; awestruck from knowing her mere presence had helped brighten someone's life.


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At home, whenever Thanophile was occupied (usually writing; he was trying to gain some momentum on a novel he'd started a few months before his death), Sprinkle would usually step in to play with Lily.

Lily had known her little vixenplush was a glutton for punishment, but she'd had no idea Sprinkle had a sadistic side as well! The first time Lily was alone with Sprinkle, the fox had grinned at her with a terrifyingly playful glint in her eye. The tables were turned! Now that Lily was inanimate and Sprinkle could move, it was time to teach her owner the hidden joys of plushdom!

Lily quickly gained an appreciation for how much more durable plushies were than people. People had bones that could break, muscles that could tear and organs that could go squish. Plushies were nothing but softness inside, which made them much more resilient. Sprinkle had loads of fun introducing Lily to a new world of rough play. She would position Lily carefully on the floor and knock heavy items off shelves onto her. She ran her over with the vacuum cleaner. She crushed her in the trash compactor. She flattened her under Thanophile's hardcover books. And this was just for starters!

Lily was loving this crash course in plushie masochism. Most of the things Sprinkle did to her were scary at first, but there was never any pain. Her body could take anything the vixen dished out and bounce right back. Getting squished, stomped and flattened was very thrilling! Lily begged Sprinkle for more. The vixen grinned her grisly grin and began phase two: the hardcore stuff.

Both of them had popped some seams at the laundromat, but that was just the beginning. Sprinkle revealed to her squirrel the heights of plushie edgeplay. Lily felt the kiss of the scissors many times. She watched Sprinkle snip off her paws, her tail, her nose and anything else that could be snipped. Sprinkle would wait patiently for Lily to pull her stuffing together, then move on to something even worse. She dragged her to the basement and tossed her in the furnace. She popped her in the blender. She took her for a spin in the garbage disposal. She even propped Lily up behind the back wheel of Thanophile's car before he went to work! He'd been horrified to back out and see a shredded, greasy pile of fluff and fur smeared down his driveway, but Lily told him breathlessly that she was just fine. And could he maybe do it again?

After that, Thanophile was happy to get in on the action too. For starters, both Lily and Sprinkle seemed to enjoy being stepped on. Boots or barefoot; it didn't matter. One time Thanophile (after asking permission first) ripped Sprinkle to tiny happy bits, then tore a hole in Lily and used the vixen's remains to stuff her with! Lily looked both silly and cute with such an overstuffed belly. She liked feeling her fox friend nestled safely inside, and for Sprinkle, being one with her owner like this was pure bliss.

Another time, Thanophile simply pulled out all of Lily's stuffing, then turned her lower body inside out and made her into a hat. This resulted in some very strange looks when he went out wearing her. It's not often you see a smiling raccoon strolling down the street in a giggling fur turban.


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PART FOUR
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At the end of the week, Lily couldn't believe the time had gone by so fast. Her time as an inanimate object hadn't been boring at all! In fact, she had to admit she was feeling a bit of disappointment that she had to change back.

'Then again, do I *have* to change back?' she asked herself. 'What if I stayed a plushie forever?'

The idea was exciting, but she knew at once it was unrealistic. There were so many things she'd miss if she stayed like this. For starters, she hadn't been on her computer in a week. Who knows what might have happened on the Infernet while she was out of the loop. And without hands or feet, she wouldn't be able to run or draw or write. She wouldn't really be able to eat anymore as a plush, and she had to admit, going to the bathroom could be fun sometimes too.

Though what really cinched it was the simple fact that Thanophile could hug her when she was like this, but she couldn't hug him back.

And she wanted to. She wanted to hug and kiss and cuddle him all over to thank him for taking such good care of her this past week. He'd been super-attentive, always making sure she wasn't bored or lonely. He'd even made sure to nearly double their normal yiffing frequency! Plus she had an awful lot of thanking Sprinkle to do as well. She wanted to squeeze her wonderfully devilish little vixen tight, then cram her right up her little squirrel twat!

Outside the bedroom window, the sun was setting and warm, orange light filled the house. Sprinkle was off snoozing in Lily's coffin when Thanophile arrived home from work.

He shucked his coat and shoes and made a beeline for the bedroom. He scooped Lily up and nuzzled noses. "Hi, sweetiepie! I've been waiting all day to do this!" He hugged her tight, then gave her lots of tiny nibblekisses all over her tummy, making her squeak with laughter.

Thanophile tossed his shirt aside and began scooting out of his pants. "Here we are on the seventh day, Lily. You did it. A whole week, just like you said you would." He slid out of his socks, then his underpants. Now nude, he pulled Lily into a gentle embrace. "Are you ready to change back now?"

'I think so,' she replied. 'I thought about it a lot. Part of me wanted to stay a plush for a little while longer, but a bigger part of me wants to be flesh 'n bone again. I can always get taxidermied again sometime, right?'

"Mm-hm. And I'm sure Mr. Kubalsky would be happy to have you as a repeat customer. I've had lots of fun with you as my little stuffed sweetheart. We can do this again whenever you like. Maybe for even longer next time. Do you think you might ever want to go a whole month?"

'A month!?' Lily yelped. 'I don't know. Maybe not that long. But we'll see. Maybe someday.'

"It's all up to you," Thanophile replied. He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his head on Lily's tummy like a pillow. "You know what I've missed?"

'What's that?'

Thanophile rubbed his cheek on her fur. He ran his fingers through her hair, then down her back to her tailbase. "Your sounds, my little snuff-flower. Not just your voice, but your cute little internal noises too. Your breath, your tummyrumbles... Your heartbeat most of all."

Lily was so surprised she didn't know what to say. She knew Thanophile loved her body and mind, but she'd never even thought about someone loving her sounds. If something so simple could make him happy, she was happy to give it. She was eager to thank him for such a wonderful week anyway.

Thanophile smiled as he heard a faint stirring inside Lily's chest. A soft thump. Then another. A rhythm formed. Finally it became the familiar sound of his very favorite heartbeat.

"Thank you, Lily. As much as I love hearing your pretty heart stop, hearing it start is equally nice."

"You're welcome," Lily said softly. Her voice was a little raspy. Not surprising since she was so out of practice in using it.

Thanophile sat up to watch Lily transform herself. Her plastic eyes blinked and became her own real pair again. Her limbs twitched, then slowly began to move. Lily reached up and began to stretch. As she murred at the feeling of life returning to her fur, her body began to elongate. Her tail lengthened. Her seams popped and the string holding her together fell away. Toes and fingers emerged from the ends of her plushie paws. Her body creaked and squeaked and began producing the sounds of life once more. Finally, she drew in a long, deep breath...

...And suddenly sat up gagging.

"Lily!! What's wrong!?" Thanophile shouted.

"I'm fine! I just..." She reached into her mouth and pulled out an absolutely gigantic wad of stuffing. "Bleah! Gross! It's all slobbery."

"I thought only cats got hairballs," Thanophile joked.

Lily giggled and produced a portal to dispose of the stuffing in. 

"Back to normal, huh?" said Thanophile.

"I think so." Lily inspected herself all over. It felt strange to be able to move so freely! She could feel muscles below her skin again, and bones under her muscles. And most importantly... "Hey, my pussy's back! Cool, I can masturbate again!"

Thanophile nearly fell off the bed laughing. "You certainly can! I won't stop you if you want to, babycakes, but I was thinking maybe we could do something together first?"

Lily perked up. "Oh, absolutely! That's way more fun than doin' a solo. What'd you have in mind?"

"Well..." Thanophile reached over the side of the bed. "...there was one thing I've been thinkin' about for a few days now." Out of his pants pocket he pulled a small plastic case. Inside was a brand new shimmering scalpel. He showed it to her and her eyes sparkled. His voice became a purring whisper. "I thought, what better way to celebrate your return to life, my dearest Lily, than to end it?"

The little squirrel nearly creamed herself right then and there. She looked up at him with total joy on her face. "You know me too well."

Thanophile kissed her nose. "I'm glad we're on the same wavelength. Now, how 'bout my favorite patient gets comfortable and relaxes, and just lets the evil doctor have some fun doing terrible, terrible things to her, okay?"

Lily squealed with glee. She propped two pillows up beneath her head so she could lie back yet still have a good view. She spread her arms and legs, leaving her vulnerable bits completely open to be operated on. "What's my prognosis?"

He took the scalpel from its case and looked at Lily's dripping cunny reflected in it. "It appears you've got a serious case of Little Naughty Squirrel Syndrome. I'm afraid it's fatal."

"Oh good!" Lily closed her eyes and nearly hummed from horniness. She was breathing hard and her heartbeat was speeding up. It was wonderful to feel that again!

Thanophile touched the tiny knife oh-so-gently to his little lover's chest. "It looks as though I may have to perform an everything-ectomy. Does the patient concur?"

Lily readied herself for the knife. "The patient totally concurs..." she sighed.

Then she whimpered adorably as the blade sank in and quickly drew a thin red line down her chest to her belly.

Thanophile opened two portals on either side of him. One was to retrieve surgical implements from, the other to dispose of Lily's bits into. After making a few more cuts, he reached into the first portal and felt some clamps appear in his palm. He carefully peeled Lily's skin back, making her shiver.

"Take me apart," she cooed.

"I will sweetheart. You're my pretty toy, and now I'm going to open you up to see what makes you tick." He gave her a slow, tender kiss. With their lips still touching, he reached his paw into her insides.

She jerked slightly as his fingers invaded her. But then she drove harder into the kiss and hugged him around his shoulders. "Deeper."

Lily moaned and panted as Thanophile moved his hands around in her intestines. With his scalpel, he carefully cut them free and deposited them in the waste portal. "There goes the patient's lower digestive system. To get at the rest, we'll need to use the rib spreader."

"I *love* the rib spreader!" Lily squealed.

From the supply portal Thanophile extracted a gleaming silver instrument which he carefully wedged between the bones of Lily's ribcage. "Ready for the big crack, my love?"

"Ready!" Lily held her breath in anticipation. Then... *SNAP*! Lily's ribcage burst open with a sound like a gunshot. She shook all over as she had her first orgasm in days.

Thanophile touched two fingers to her wet honeypot. "Looks like the patient is making excellent progress, eh?"

"Yeah... Hopefully I can get in a few more of those before I flatline!"

Thanophile smiled and licked his fingers. The taste was so delicious he went back for a few more samples. Lily wriggled with delight.

The raccoon was a pharmacist, not a surgeon, but he'd watched enough medical stuff on TV to know how autopsies usually went. To be honest, he had a rather large collection of clips from movies and TV of furs being opened up and emptied out. It wasn't just grade-A fap material, but also good research for his stories. And for playtime with snuffie squirrelgirls.

Lily lost herself in pleasure as Thanophile took out all her organs one by one. He described their shape and color as he removed them. Lily was always amazed that there was so much going on inside her. Thanophile saved the heart and lungs for last. Both of them wanted to keep her alive for as long as possible. By the time he got to her pancreas, he was so hard he was basically wielding *two* steel weapons. He moved over on top of her and slipped his cock inside. It was an incredible feeling for both of them when he cut away her uterus and cervix while he was still inside her. His shaft was surrounded by tight warm skin, while his tip was feeling empty air!

"Holy shit, that's incredible!" Lily panted. "You're yiffing me and I can actually *see* the end of your dick inside me!!" She reached up to hug him again. "You're the best doctor a sick little squirrel like me could ever hope for!!"

"I can't help it, I just love making you feel good," he replied. He kissed her and ran his hands through her hair. He was still holding the scalpel, and nicked one of her ears, but neither of them minded.

Now all that was left were Lily's most vital organs. "I'll save the heart for last. But for now... You don't really need to breathe, do you?"

Lily gasped as Thanophile suddenly hacked straight through her trachea. He ripped her lungs out violently and kissed her again. This was some of their most intense snuff play yet! She already felt lightheaded, even without the lack of oxygen. Thanophile wasn't normally so rough, but she didn't mind. In fact, she loved it! She'd always enjoyed when he sprang something unexpected on her. Normally when they played surgery he was precise and gentle. This time he was really getting into it! She wished she could tell him that she loved this new twist, but it was kinda hard to speak words without access to air.

"Don't forget, darling; I just spent a whole week communicating with you purely in emotions. You don't have to tell me you like this, I know. I figured, after seeing how much you enjoyed it when Sprinkle played rough with you, you might like it if I did the same."

She nodded enthusiastically. That was one way to give him an unmistakable 'yes'!

Thanophile held her close, caressing her cheek with one paw and reaching inside her with the other. His cock was buried in her up to the root. "Now, since no more oxygen's getting to your brain, I imagine you're feeling the affects already. Swooning? Lights dancing before your eyes? Another few moments and you'll slip into a coma. But we don't want that, now do we? No, not when this is so much more... Exciting!"

At that moment, Thanophile's hand closed around her beating heart.

And with all his strength, he crushed it like a tomato.

Lily's vision exploded into white light. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her cunny quivered and gushed.

Her limbs shot out straight, then abruptly went limp.

Thanophile clenched his jaw and moaned loudly as he shot cum all over Lily's splayed ribcage. Some even landed on her heart.

Lily's mind swam in the murky afterglow of her 65th death. Dying was like falling into a soft dark fog that wrapped around her senses. Much different than being a plush. But no less enjoyable. Thanophile had really outdone himself this time.

The raccoon panted hard for a few moments, getting his own heart to slow down. He wiped some pulpy bits of Lily's smooshed heart on the sheets, then kissed his little lover passionately. "I love you so much, Lily. So, so much. I hope you enjoyed that twice as much as I did, and I enjoyed it a hell of a lot!"

'The surgery was a success then, eh?' she thought to him with a giggle.

"Absolutely. Patient has been cured of her ills by the cessation of all life functions. Is now resting peacefully, though full of the attending physician's cum. Time of death is..." He glanced at the clock. "Six oh five p.m."

'That's dinnertime,' Lily pointed out.

"Quite right. And I've certainly worked up an appetite after that. What say you resurrect your cute little ass back to the land of the living and we'll go out for some burgers?"

Lily miraculously self-healed in a half-second. "Yeah!"

Thanophile started putting his clothes back on. "Is Cloggy's okay? I'm in the mood for one of their Coronary Bacon Blitzkriegs."

"Sounds awesome! I haven't eaten anything in a week, and I'm totally in the mood to gorge until I rupture something!"

Laughing, Thanophile pulled Lily close and kissed her forehead. She hugged him with all the love in her newly-regrown heart.

Whether dead or alive, it was always wonderful to be together.



The End
...for now





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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I'd like to hope this is one of the silliest snuff porn stories ever written.

I had the idea for this quite a long time ago, but actually getting it started was difficult. I kept stalling, despite having a ton of ideas for it. Eventually I realized, that was precisely the problem. I had too many ideas and most of them just didn't fit right in Deathville. (A certain vomit bunny from The Land Where Lost Things Go started out as Lily's next door neighbor!) The story finally took off when I made a commitment to discarding what I thought everyone else would want and just wrote it how I wanted it to be written. That may sound selfish, but it's the best way to write. When you try to please too many people at the expense of your own enjoyment, the story will sag and sputter like blackened overripe produce. Blecch!

Anyway, thanks go out to Alfador and Poe the Ether Bunny for some of the ideas I did use. (Kanada helped too!) I won't say which ones were theirs, so that way if there were parts of the story you didn't like, I can just blame it on them. Tee hee. ;)

BTW, there wasn't any way to fit it in the story, but Ether and I came up with several menu items for Cloggy's. The idea behind it is, since everyone's dead in Deathville, why not have fun eating the most grotesquely unhealthy food imaginable? Stuff like...
-Hearty Lad: the customer's own still-beating heart deep fried on a stick
-Chest Pain Pizza: a large pizza topped with White Castles, nacho cheese and cocktail wieners
-Terror Tacos: a fried tortilla the size of a vinyl record, filled with ground beef, steak, veal, lion, lettuce, six kinds of cheese, tomatoes, sour cream, guacamole, green onions, capers, black olives, italian sausage, and one pint of nacho sauce.
-The Football: a bull's scrotum filled with ground beef, diced ham, kielbasa and blood pudding, served with mashed potatoes & chili cheese fries
-Cremeshake: heavy cream, Oreo middles and Twinkie filling in eggnog
-Genocide By Chocolate: a punch bowl full of four different kinds of chocolate ice cream, topped with an entire Black Forest torte, hot fudge and dark chocolate truffles.

Jesus, I wanna go eat a humongous calzone now...

Oh gawd! It just occurred to me that Thanophile could totally whip up some Joker toxin if the mood struck him! :D



"Lily's Adventures In Deathville: Stuffed With Love"
Started 02/20/11, Finished 03/01/11, editing completed 04/08/11
