You stand staring outside the window, every car you hear approach you perk up, only to be disappointed when they just drive passed.


You are waiting on a very important package that is arriving today.


It started a couple of weeks ago when you received an email that you thought was fake at first. The email was from a prince of a african nation called “Plushtopia”, in the email he explained that his country was going through some hard times due to the lack of tourism to his kingdom and due to that he was offering anyone who had visited in the past to “adopt” one of his subjects for a fee.


Basically an african prince emailed to sell you a mail order bride.


But you HAD been to Plushtopia in the past on vacation and the country WAS struggling with all the lockdowns and travel restrictions lately. So you took a chance and decided to send the money anyway. It was not that much and at least you could have a laugh about it if you did get conned.
That leads you to where you are now, staring out the window watching cars like a dog wanting to chase them.


You think back at your time in Plushtopia, a country whose citizens are made up exclusively of living plushies. Most of which are females due to only the royal family being allowed to “build” males. There are other races in the country like gazelles and zebras, but they were mostly food for the lion plushies. A fact you still find strange, that plushies need to eat. But then again, the fact that plushies are walking around and talking is pretty strange in and of itself.


That two weeks is still the highpoint of your life. Everyday visitors were weighted on hand and foot by the lionsses, sitting on your lap while they fed you amazing local cuisine. For a race of creatures that only eat soft toy stuffing, they were amazing cooks.
And the nights, oh the nights. Dozens of soft bodies rubbing up against you as they fight for who gets to fuck you first, soking thier soft fabrics in thick ropes of cum. Shooting your load inside countless slutty kitty cats. Depraved acts like you would not believe. Lions with limbs attached by velcro who could give you a handjob while being in another room, others with sewn on plushie cocks who would spit roast another lioness with you.


After all that, no one would blame you for risking getting scammed by sending the money to relive that. The idea of having your own lioness was just too tempting.
But you can imagine why they would be having money troubles. A country that solely relies on tourism for money. Importing stuffing and fabrics to build food and other lionesses was not cheap, although there is a small part of you uncomfortable with the idea of buying another living being, of owning a person. A person made of fabric, but a person nevertheless.


You try to push that thought out of your mind with the point that there is little difference between what they did in their own country and what your new lion will do while she is here.
The email even said that the royal family planned to buy back all their subjects that get sold once money is less tight. You shake your head. Seeing as the alternative is people starving in plushtopia because they are unable to import the stuff they need for food, this is best for everyone. The country can try and piece itself back together, the lions will get food and shelter while it does and we get…


You are startled by a knocking at the door. You pull yourself together and realize that a delivery van is parked right outside your house and you were so deep in thought you didn't even notice.
You wait for a moment for the delivery person to get back into the van before opening the door.


On the step was a large brown box. You quickly grab it, drag it inside and close the door behind you. After getting it inside you examine the package. It's not as big as you thought it would be, not as thick either. You start to worry that you were in fact scammed. Regardless, you grab a knife and start to carefully cut open the box, cutting the packaging tape and those plastic binder things that cut your fingers to shreds if you try to use them to pick up boxes.


You finally manage to lift the lid off and look inside.
It looks to be a vacuum sealed black bin bag. The contents of which were vaguely humanoid, but sealed up in a twisted and unnatural way. You quickly get the vacuum sealed bag out of the box and kick it to one side as you examine how to unseal the contents within. Ultimately just opting to cut down one of the edges.


As you do, the whole bag rushes with air and the contest begins to grow. What was previously a tightly packed vague shape crushed down in the vacuum bag was now a fully voluptuous plush lioness. A totally nude voluptuous lioness. Her perky stuffed breasts fully “inflated” after being squished down inside the vacuum bag for so long. It took you more effort that you would like to admit not to just reach out and squeeze them.


You help her the rest of the way out of the bag and into a sitting position on the carpeted floor and kneel down beside her. The fabric lion scratches her arms and cracks her neck (A act rather puzzling since living plushies don't have bones to crack) and finally looks you in the eyes. They were a beautiful sky blue with long lashes to accompany them.


“So, you are my owner?” she says, a slight african accent carried on her words.
You nod. You also tell her your name and ask her what her is.
She says that she used to have a name back in her country, but it would make sense if you gave her a new one while she is here.
Rather taken aback by the request for a new name, noticing this she placed a soft hand on your chest and says we can decide later and not to worry about it yet.


The plushie lion starts to stand up, you hold out a hand to steady her. Now she is standing, you can fully take in her beauty. She is about 5.3 tall, most of her body is covered with a light tan  fabric with a cream belly and muzzle. She has all the features you would expect from a lion, rounded ears, tail with a cute puff of (faux) fur on the end, big feet paws.
Things you would expect to see less on a lion were her fuzzy breasts, Each with a brown erect nipple. Not too large, but not too small, just how you like them.
Her wide hips conceal her plush pussy, a fabric pocket perfectly sized to accommodate both a penis or a fleshlight for those who enjoy the feeling of silicone over cloth.


“Its rude to stare,” she says, a smile decorating her face. You suddenly realize you have just been silently oggeling her fabric form for the last 30 seconds.
You start to apologize for being rude but are cut off when she points to a big pile of soft toys on the sofa.


“Are those mine?” she asks, her cloth tongue runs its way across her muzzle.
You nod and explain that you didn't know if you would have a preference for stuffing so you brought a whole lot of soft toys. 
She spins on her heel and jumps on to the sofa and rummages through the plushies. She grabs a big pink stuffed bear and brings it to her nose and takes a deep breath. 
“Oh god” she exclaims “These smell wonderful, where did you get them?”.
You explain you brought out all the local charity shops of their stock of plushies since you knew that her kind preferred more lived in food sources.


“Well you did a good job, most people don't even know we need to eat from time to time, never mind that new plushies taste like crap” She grabs a stuffed monkey and once again inhales its scent. 
You found out about all of this when you were in Plushtopia and asked why they create zebras and other living plushies to eat rather than just eating the fabric and stuffing.
It turns out there is a flavour difference from just the raw materials and newly built plushies to ones that have lived a while.
It ended up being cheaper to import the raw materials, then build food and let them entertain the tourists for awhile before eating them, than it was to import second hand soft toys. 


The more lived in a plush, the better it tasted.


The lioness suddenly wrapped her jaws around a rainbow coloured plush cat before tearing its head off. Her strong jaws chewed on the toy as bits of stuffing fell onto the sofa. In one fluid movement she tipped her head back and allowed the soft toy’s head to slide down her throat. You watch as the bulge in her throat travels down her neck, past her stuffed breasts and into her fluffy belly, making a barely noticeable bulge.


It's not the first time you have seen a living plushie eat. In fact back when you vacationed in plushtopia you went to a show where more than a dozen lionesses took apart and ate a gazelle living plush live on stage. Since then, you can't help but worry that it might have unlocked something deep within you, something that sturs as you watch your new lioness devour these toys.


After finishing the rainbow cat and two more soft toys, the lion appeared to be stated. You take a seat next to her on the sofa, brushing off the loose bits of stuffing she had torn out of the toys.


“Phew, that's better” she says “You know, you could have spent a bit more on postage and I could have been sent in a bigger box and had room for snacks.”
You apologise for her rather uncomfortable means of travel and explain that you didn't even know if you were being conned or not...So you kinda skimped out of the postage.
She says she was only messing with you and it was not that bad and how it was not the first time she has been vacuumed sealed.


“Speaking of kinky stuff, I imagine you want to try out your new purchase, don't you?” She says as she places her fluffy hand on your crotch. “Anywhere in particular you want to do it?”.
You are taken aback by her upfrontness  and nervously suggest heading upstairs to the bedroom, only to get a laugh as a response from the plush lion next to you.
“I meant do you want to put it in my butt or use my mouth or whatever, but we can do upstairs if you want.”
Your face now a bright red, you get up from the sofa and take the plush lioness by her hand and lead up the stairs. Her soft fabric hand was oddly warm, she interlocked her soft plush fingers with your own.
You look down at it and back up to her, she gives you a smile that could melt your heart. You smile back and open the door to your bedroom.
The lion lets go of your hand and enters the room, examining the decor, her eyes drawn to the pile of plushies on a chair in the corner of the room.
“Are those for me too?” she asks, licking her lips.
You explain that they are not for eating and they mean a lot to you.
“Oh, so you fuck them?” A wicked grin creeps across the lion’s face.
You shift uncomfortably, not sure if to answer the question honestly.
“I am just messing with you darling, if you didn't like rubbing your cock against soft plush” She grabs her breast, playing with her nipples “then you would not have brought me”.


The lion gives one last lustful glance towards you before she jumps onto the large bed in the center of the room.
“What are you waiting for? Get undressed and get over here.” The living plushie lays on her back and opens her legs, giving you a good look at her felt folds.
You quickly undress and join her in bed, you maneuver yourself so you are on all fours above her.
You two stare into each other's eyes, both of you lean in and press your lips against each other.
The soft, warm fabric of her muzzle was pleasant on your lips. Her large feabic tongue makes its way inside your mouth, you reciprocate with your own tongue.
You feel her soft hand rub you shaft. The faux fur of her fingers tickle the underside of your dick, causing it to jump with excitement. You continue to kiss as she takes charge and maneuvers herself into a position where her pussy is lined up with your cock. Lifting her hips up she presses her entrance up to your dripping cock head, the watery pre cum dampens her fabric.


You break the kiss and pull yourself away. You tell her to hang on a moment and reach over to the nightstand. 
“Hang on? Hang on?! You can't just tease a lion with such thick meat like that and then tell her to hang on” She pouts.
You say sorry and didn't mean to get so carried away. A second later you find what you were looking for.
“A condom?” her face rather perplexed “Oh darling, we don't need to worry about that. Didn't anyone ever teach you about the birds and the bees?” her tone playfully mocking.
You explain that you don't want her to get stained and using a condom will make cleaning up easier.
The lion rolls her eyes and remarks you can just put her in the watering machine if she gets dirty, but thanks you for thinking of her.
“Well let's get this thing on you” she reaches out and takes the condom out of your hands and starts to open it.
You explain that it's not for you and is a female condom. She raises an eyebrow and hands it back to you. “Well it might be best for you to insert it then.”


You fully remove the condom from the package and unfold the latex sheath. You moved down between her legs and came face to...face? with her plushie pussy.
You run your fingers across the cream fabric of her pussy lips, sending jolts of pleasure through the lion.
“Ca-careful, I am rather sensitive” her voice was notably less “alpha” than it was before. A few light touches and she turned into a little kitten.
You gently use your fingers to pull aside her fuzzy lips revealing the pink coloured silk of her inner passageway. The lion starts purring as you pinch the ring of the condom and slowly and carefully slide it inside her.
She starts to arch her back as you slide your fingers deep inside her to ensure the condom will stay in place “Oh fuck” was all she could manage to say.
Happy that the condom is in place, you withdraw your fingers from the warm, silky hole (being sure to drag your finger tips against the walls as you do so, causing more purring from the lion).
You move back into your previous position on top of her and lock lips once again, but this time you take the lead.
Using your hand, you place the tip of your penis right up against the now latex covered entrance. You playfully tease her for a moment as you run your head against her sensitive parts. 
Even you can only tease for so long before you can’t take it any more and push yourself inside the living plush.


“Oh gods!” she moans as your thick shaft stretches her insides.
Her warm, felt walls squeeze your latex covered cock. You bend down to kiss the lioness once again as you start thrusting into her.
You feel her soft hands on the side of your face pulling you closer, into a deep passionate kiss.
Your full on tongue based make out session would be quite messy, if not for only one of you being able to make saliva.
You break away from her mouth, causing the lion to whine a little, clearly wanting more.
But instead you start to kiss her fuzzy neck, each kiss moving slightly lower. By the time you get to her breasts, she is purring like a kitten.
You start to pick up the pace a little, causing her stuffed tits to bounce slightly from the pounding her pussy is getting.
You drag your tongue over her fabric nipples, the lion arching her back as you do. Maneuvering to rest your weight on your elbow, you grab each tit in your hands and give them a hardy squeeze. “FffffuuuuUUK” the plush moans as you start to suckle on her nips, alternating between them. The brown fabric teats start to enlarge just like “real” nipples. 
Now you are the one acting like a kitten, eagerly sucking at her breasts hoping for milk.
Watching your new lover react to this, you really start to put your back into it.
Thrusting hard enough now that your rather full ballsack (You were saving up in case it was not a scam) audibly slaps against her butt with a “plap, plap”. 
The soft padding of her rear deforms under your assault. Her walls tighten up more and more as you rhythmically slide in and out of her latex covered tunnel. You even start to struggle pulling your cock back as she grips your shaft with her silk walls.


Suddenly she wraps her legs around your waist, locking you together. In response you start doing very rapid shallow thrusts, barely able to withdraw an inch before you can no longer pull out any further, then slamming yourself back in as hard as you can.
Even through the condom you can feel your cock touch the back of her silk pocket.


“Hold me” you look up to see the need in her eyes, so close to the edge. She reaches out her hand and you take it, interlocking your fingers together as you move from her breasts and kiss her once again.
Although you didn't kiss for long, as she threw her head back and let out an almighty roar.
Her whole body shook as she came. 
Using her legs she pulled you in closer that you thought possible, pushing your cock so deep inside her you feel stitches start to burst and feel your latex covered cock push past the silk insides of her pussy and enter her body cavity. You can even feel stuffing on your tip against the latex.


All of this stimulus triggers your own orgasm.
Through gritted teeth you groan as you flood the latex sheath with your thick, hot spunk.
The end of the condom starts to balloon inside the lion's stuffing cavity, filling with pearlescent goo. 
You squeeze your lover’s hand as more and more cum is pumped into her as your balls throb almost painfully. Sadly, even a stud such as yourself can't keep up this volume forever and soon the thick ropes of cum shooting out of your cock tip turns to a dribble and then ceases.
The plush loosens her grip on her legs around waists, but still holds your hand tightly.
You almost collapse on top of her, but somehow fall to the side before you do. You cock slipping free of the condom with a wet “slurping” sound.
You both lay there panting, holding hands together in post orgasmic bliss. You never knew you could feel this happy.
The lioness turns towards you and smiles before planting a kiss on your lips.
“I love you” she says. You place your free hand on the side of her cheek and tell her that you love her too.


You both drift off to sleep, holding hands. The contents of the condom slowly leaking out and staining the sheets below.