Despite Finley's huge paws, the lioness was surprisingly nimble stitching up her favorite plushie. Her clanmate, a hyena named Briar, had always teased her about the plushie obsession, but even he knew this one was special to her. The plush was a ragged looking thrift store find. It was supposedly a leopard, but it looked a lot more like a deformed dog with coarse tan fur and faded spots that had at one point been painted on, but were now faded marks lost in the patchy fur. Despite that, the feline had latched onto them the instant she found them buried in the back of a shelf. 
"There we go," Finn said as she finished up a seam. The one-eyed plush flopped about in her paw as she inspected for any more loose or busted seams. She found one she'd missed that went right down the plush's back. 
"Aw, darn," she muttered. "Dunno how I missed that one." She sighed and began the tedious work of fixing up that seam too. She thought absently about Briar - how the hyena would poke fun at her if he suddenly walked in on his clanmate (now roommate) working so hard on something he knew was busted before she even got it. A low growl escaped her throat as she thought about him. He was so polite and soft spoken usually, but they'd lived together long enough he teased her like they were siblings. She tried to mentally count the number of things she could potentially needle him over too, but to be honest he was a little too boring to even critique. She could maybe just say that; it was a decent insult. 

Finn's paws shook a bit as she carefully threaded the final stitch, just at the base of the plushie's tail. She carefully cut the threads and put the needle away before using her unsheathed claws to ever-so-gently tie off the last loose threads. As she pulled the loops together, a strange sensation ran through her body...warmth. It started at her paws. Her claws sheathed themselves, and she tilted her head curiously. Trying to make them come out again wasn't working. The warmth in her paws tingled, and her eyes widened - her fingers couldn't move, and her paw pads sank and became smooth and soft and looked a lot like...minky? 
"Ah?" Finn made a surprised noise, but it came out like a squeaky toy sound, which was very unusual for the normally intimidating maned lioness. She scrambled out of bed, but her legs refused to work and she fell flat on the ground beside her bed with a soft "thud" and squeaky noise. 

The lioness was shocked, but the shock was mixed with strangely warm and excited feelings. Her heart, which had been pounding at the start, was now calming down as she began to realize. She was able to roll onto her back and observe the strange transformation taking over her body. Her arms and legs were covered in soft, plush faux fur that seemed to burst from underneath her usual fur. Her tummy, including the nipples that started at her chest and ended near her belly button, were a shorter softer fur, like a minky or felt...fascinated and unable to speak, Finn managed to run her perfectly round, fluffy paws down her especially soft tummy. She could still feel the softness of it, and it felt kind of good actually. The lion would've blushed had her face not also burst forth with a luxurious fluffy shag faux fur. She sank back into the soft, warm feeling and realized the room was getting a little bigger. Or was she getting smaller? [i]Oh my gosh[/i], she thought, [i]wait til Briar hears about this weird dream I'm having. He'd tease me for weeks. Maybe I am a little plushie obsessed.[/i]

Slowly, the warmth sank into her whole body. She could wiggle a little at first, but it quickly became difficult to move at all. She could only giggle softly to herself as her ability to reason was replaced with fluffy thoughts - like cotton. She squeaked and giggled as she slowly shrank from a 6 foot tall imposing figure to half that size; three feet of a floppy laying lion plush with surprisingly realistic details including spots, sleepy red embroidered eyes, and even an extra fluffy blue-streaked mane. Her face was placed in a cute smile, with thin plastic whiskers surrounding it. Her tail was posable with a thin wire inside and a big tuft of fuzz at the end. There was one feature that she couldn't see herself. Her thoughts became nothing but warm, soft, and weirdly arousing visuals and patterns. It was like when she went into heat, but a lot softer and more subdued - mixed with barely being able to think at all; the feeling was sublime. And somewhere, distantly, she thought she could hear a door open. 

	Briar sighed as he placed his bag on the couch and threw his keys on the already disorganized counter. He checked his cellphone and saw a notification that one of his orders had been delivered. A quick glance around the living room and the hyena was confused - no boxes left out for him. He tilted his head and checked his room, flipping the light on long enough to realize there was nothing in his particularly clean room, either. He sighed. [i]Not again.[/i] He knocked on Finley's door. No response. Weird, she wasn't supposed to be working that day. He opened the door to find a box of a sewing supplies on her unmade bed and her favorite plush laying in the middle of the bed. He picked it up along with the sewing supplies and placed it on her dresser, praying he wouldn't incur her wrath later for doing so. As he started to leave, he swore he heard a soft squeaking noise and paused. Glancing on the other side of the bed, his eyes immediately widened and he grinned - but then frowned. 
"Oh man, did she really open the box for my custom plush? Ugh, I have a lot of explaining to to do later," he muttered as he picked up the surprisingly hefty plush. 
"Ooh," he mumbled, holding it out to inspect. "They must've weighted it. Wow, it's so cute. It looks just like her. Er. Not that I-" he stopped and sighed, looking the plush in its cute embroidered eyes. He'd saved up for ages for this plush from a very detailed maker, just for Finn to go ahead and open it. He made a face thinking about how she must've reacted. No wonder she'd left the house. He brought the plush back to his room, muttering about who could [i]possibly[/i] be the asshole in this situation. It wasn't like they hadn't messed around a couple of times - eesh. No matter how he looked at it, he was totally a creep. [i]Now that he had her though, might as well enjoy it while it lasted.[/i]

The spotted hyena laid back on his bed after throwing his shirt aside, pulling the soft plush onto his chest. He placed her paws over his chest scars. The weight of the toy felt nice, especially after a long and stressful day at work. He absently stroked the soft inner fur of her ears and rubbed her cheeks. Maybe it was a little creepy, he figured, but the stress relief was already worth it. He kissed her faux leather nose and started to feel a little hot and bothered feeling the soft minky fur of her tummy sliding against his. The trans boy's pseudo penis twitched in his slacks. He blushed and reached down, gently stroking himself through his pants as he kissed and pet her. 
"Finn," he murmured softly, kissing her cheek and nestling into her mane. "Oh," he said softly, his cock flexing against his paw. "You're...scented. Is that citrus? It smells nice." He slowly exhaled before reaching down with both hands and unbuckling his belt. It usually took a while for him to get this worked up, but the stress of the day combined with finally getting the toy he'd been waiting almost two years for was an overwhelming combination. Plus, all the little details were so nice - from the scent to the weight and the details woven into her fur, she was a perfect substitute for the roommate he quietly obsessed over. He wondered if she [i]did[/i] know whether she'd be creeped out or just think it was hilarious. He nuzzled into the fuzz of her cheek and mane as he pulled off his pants and heard them crumple to the floor. 
"You'd probably tease me over it," he decided out loud, sliding his paw down her incredibly soft tummy to between the plushie's legs. He swore for a second he heard a soft giggle as his fingers slid over the small pink slit. The hyena was already starting to breathe a little harder. The sleeve he'd requested was large enough to insert a custom toy, but on its own...his thoughts drifted as he slid a finger into her. It was stunningly soft and felt warm around his finger. His cock ached and twitched in eagerness, but he wanted to take his time. This was Finn after all, the lioness he touched himself almost nightly thinking about. She deserved a nice time with a lot of foreplay. At least, in this particular fantasy. To be honest when they messed around in person there was very little lead-up, and they were usually drunk. 

Briar took his time carefully finger-fucking the plush feline. He pressed in a second finger, imagining the way she'd shudder. He wrapped his other arm tightly around her back, breathing hard against her ear. He couldn't take it very long. 
"S-sorry," he mumbled to her as he pulled his fingers out and desperately fumbled around in his boxers. He pulled out his pseudo cock, complete with another curiosity of hyena anatomy - fuzzy imitation balls. The tip of his deep red tapered cock, only about six inches long, twitched against her soft pink slit. He held it there and hesitated for a moment. 
"Finn," he said gently, "I love you." He shoved it in and was surprised by a soft squeak. [i]Oh. That's a funny place for a squeaker.[/i] He grinned and sank in as deeply as he could, letting out a restless growl as the softness of her pussy enveloped his cock. He placed one paw on her hip and the other wrapped around her back, sliding and pressing her against him. 
"Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he frantically humped into her minky pussy. His desperate thrusts were met by soft squeaks from the plush. "Finn," he gasped. He clenched his teeth as he eagerly thrust into her. He would've looked so stupid and desperate if she'd walked in on him like this, but he couldn't help it. He [i]was[/i] desperate. 

Briar switched positions before he went over the edge too early, but it was difficult to not just finish as soon as possible. He placed plush Finley on her tummy and knelt behind her. He carefully bent her pose-able tail so it arced gracefully over her back and spread her pussy from behind. The pink looked very pretty against the soft tan of her fur. He held Finn by the base of her tail and grunted as he slid his cock in from behind. His dick was already very sensitive (sometimes too sensitive to jack off directly even) and against the fur was immediately an overwhelming sensation. He roughly thrust into her and she squeaked, a sound he was quickly growing to love. Teeth clenched, he panted as he railed the soft plush pussy from behind, his rhythm matching with her gentle squeaks and the bedframe shaking. He grasped her thighs and leaned over her, his drool dripping onto her back as he edged closer and closer. The rhythm he worked up was quickly forgotten and devolved into feral hip thrusts that felt more and more like he might rip one of her seams, but he couldn't stop himself. With a sharp gasp followed by an fierce growling moan, he shoved in as deeply as he could and laid his entire body weight on top of her, panting hard as the orgasm rippled through his body. He held her close, cock still twitching deeply inside the plush as he slowly regained his senses. 
"Holy fuck," he muttered. "Best money I ever spent." He kissed her cheek, then shakily started to sit up. He picked her up and cuddled her as he trembled, still breathing hard as he deeply inhaled the citrus scent of her fur. As he slowly pulled away, his head tilted like a puppy. He swore he heard the faintest words of "I love you too."