The Urban Plushbear
By Ironsnake345

Written for fun a weekly writing prompt from Writer's Crossing.
Prompt: highly recommended to view before reading this.
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Jessie sat comfortably in her chair, stretching for a yawn as she enjoyed the sun streaming in through her window. The jackal was thoroughly enjoying her day off from work, taking the time to just relax and text friends. This friend in particular, Clarity, was someone she rather enjoyed chatting with; a brown bear from out of town, mother of an adorable young child. The only thing more fun than having casual conversations with her and her daughter was watching them squirm as they adjusted to life in Neon City (Though moments like that were rare after this many years.)

--So, you're serious? Little Bertha made it all the way to, like, halfway through first grade, and she's still a virgin?
Clarity: Yeah, she did. She may have been born in Neon city, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna throw her straight in the deep end.
--There's throwing her in the deep end and not allowing her to get wet. You've seen the statistics; kids are getting desires at younger and younger ages, even outside Neon. She's gonna get pret-ty sexually frustrated if you keep her on a short leash like that.
Clarity: I'm not keeping her on a short leash! I'm just telling her sex is a complicated and kind of scary world, and diving in headfirst is a good way to have bad experiences.
--Everyone has bad experiences honey, you can't protect her from that. It's all part of learning who you are!
Clarity: I know, but she's already got enough on her plate. First grade was a big transition, I don't want to stress her out too much. I'll encourage her to find a nice classmate to start experimenting with soon, but for now, she's still on "be careful and say no" protocol.
--What if she starts stealing your toys? You gonna let her find someone then?
Clarity: She hasn't started doing anything like that yet. I think. Actually, I'm hearing some weird noises from her room, I'll be right back.
--If she's masturbating, send me a pic!

Thus, the conversation was put on hold for a couple minutes. Jessie didn't mind the break; it gave her a chance to catch up on some videos she'd been meaning to watch. She didn't expect the conversation that would follow when she got back, however.

Clarity: Well, I don't think I need to worry about her finding a playmate.
--Wait what? Has she been banging someone behind your back?
Clarity: Not exactly. On a somewhat related note, do you know anything about a...
Clarity: Animal, I guess, seemingly feral, which looks like a cartoony bear blob of about two feet in diameter? Complete with a toony cute bearface, with the W mouth?
--...what
--Is this some kind of joke?
Clarity: No, I'm seeing exactly that sort of thing Like for reals.
--Send me a pic.
Clarity: Right, just a sec.

After a short delay, it arrived. As promised, a photo of the strange creature was sent, and it looked more or less like how Clarity described. A blobbish round creature having no apparent limbs (except its ears) with white fur and an adorably cartoonish bear-face. What really caught her eye was the context in which the picture had been taken; Bertha, that adorable bear cub, was laying on the floor with her dress lifted all the way up, happy as can be, and that bear-blob that looked like it came straight out of a novelty plushie store was mounted up behind her, its bits not quite visible.

--What the hell is that???
Clarity: I don't know! But it seems friendly enough, so... That's nice.
--Is it actually fucking Bertha?
Clarity: It is fucking Bertha, and she is enjoying it. I mean, I guess I'm glad she gets to have a toe dip finally, but with this thing??? I don't even know what it is!
--...
--...Can I see a pic of the penetration?
Clarity: You know, sure. I'm going to do some searches. I'll keep you updated on whether or not having this thing as Bertha's fuck-pet is a viable option.

The message was followed quickly up by another texted image, showing the action from behind. Propped up on the bear cub's perky buns, the plush-looking bear's hindquarters were visible. There was no sign of balls, just a barely-visible cocksheathe from which a surprisingly large penis extended, the smooth, pink shaft sinking deep into Bertha's inexperienced cunny. Judging by the way her toes curled as the thick base came to press against her labia, she was enjoying herself thoroughly; the carpet beneath even looked wet.

Jessie found the whole situation quite arousing. She always loved cute porn, and right in front of her was the cutest kid she knew being fucked by the cutest creature she'd ever seen. Casually, she reached under her skirt and began rubbing herself as she took in more and more detail; the soft, fluffy fur covering the cub's thighs, the fuzzy creature perched cutely on her rear, that bright pink cock spreading her cunny's lips... Then she was distracted by a bit of movement in her peripheral vision.

Looking up from her phone, the jackal saw another one of the very same creature she saw in the photo, sitting half-hidden beside her living room couch. It stared at her with its adorably narrow eyes, one faintly rosy cheek visible as it sat there. Slowly, Jessie took her hand off of her slit, staring at the creature all the while. Finally, she decided to say something.
"Hey there, little guy... What are you doing here?"

Somewhat shyly, the bear-blob thing scooted out from hiding, its body deforming slightly as its white fur dragged on the carpet. It sat out in the open, still staring her down, its whole body visible. Two stubby ears waggled curiously on its head.
"You can come over here, li'l guy, I won't bite." Jessie said, beckoning it closer.

Thus encouraged, the creature hopped up closer, its body rippling somewhat with each impact as it bounced across the floor. The thing seemed to be mostly pudge, judging by how much its body deformed with each stride. Soon enough, it was at the foot of Jessie's recliner, but it didn't wait for any further welcome from her; instead, it jumped up extra high, nearly squashed flat on the landing, and sprung up into the air, nearly reaching Jessie's head height as it came plopping down onto her lap, making the jackal flinch with surprise.

It sat there for a bit, staring up at her from on her lap with those cute, narrow eyes. Jessie chuckled and gently placed her hand on top of it, beginning to pet the cute thing. The bear-blob seemed to enjoy this, starting to make a quiet, happy growling sound as her hand gently stroked down its backside. Gently, it nudged its way up her lap, beginning to nuzzle against her crotch; her skirt was already out of the way, and it was easily able to rub up against her clit. The jackal shuddered as a slick, textured tongue flopped out of the thing's mouth and started to lap at her pussy, tongue diving between her folds.

She moaned out loud as she felt the tongue caressing her snatch, affectionately scritching the thing to encourage it further. Its tongue got bolder and bolder, pushing its way deeper into her cunt, until she felt something wet and slick rubbing against her thighs. Knowing what was coming, Jessie adjusted her recliner, leaning back further as the plush-bear hopped up her body, resting on her mons pubis, its cock easily slipping into her pussy. As she felt it spread her open, she gasped, her hand now pushing the adorable bear-thing into her body more than really petting it. The cute, happy growling sound grew louder and louder as it humped away, making Jessie moan heavily as the sizeable cock penetrated her. It didn't seem to need any limbs to be able to anchor itself; it had plenty of leverage just sitting in her lap.

Time seemed to fade away as she reclined there with the adorable critter fucking her. She relaxed utterly, surrendering herself to the sensation, that happy growl almost like a lullaby. She felt the dick throbbing inside of her, pulsing with pleasure, until finally, it came, making her bite her lip as she came alongside the bear-thing that was filling her womb. Warmth blossomed out inside of her, making her senses fade with pleasure...

She came back to her senses about a minute later, judging by what time it was on her phone. She noticed that she had new messages; Clarity getting back to her, no doubt. There was no trace of the plushbear, except a thin trail of semen leading a short distance towards where it had been hiding earlier. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Jessie decided to check her phone rather than track down the thing that had just fucked her.

Clarity: Well, I did some searches, and it turns out a few other people around the city have been seeing these things. Not yet been studied scientifically, in fact they were apparently discovered as a new species a bit over a week ago. The layman's name for them is "Urban Plushbear" because of their... Plushy appearance.
--Yeah, I can see the inspiration. I take it they've been invading houses lately?
Clarity: Like a new kind of vermin, yeah.
--One of em got into my house.
Clarity: Really? What did you do?
--I beckoned it closer and let it fuck me.
Clarity: That about matches with what the article says. Apparently, these things like to fuck. A lot. Some people even said they gave birth to baby versions of the things after fucking one; scientists think that's how they reproduce.
--So they're kind of like fuckmeat, except more... living, I guess?
Clarity: Supposedly. I guess time will tell how much truth there is to that. I'm gonna let you go, now; Bertha's room needs cleaning.
--Have fun with that. I think I may have to buy a pet bed for the little rascal; he's gonna be fun to have around~