The Plush Pile
Part I: The Monster
By Aerionix

***Summary: M/M  A sentient leather dragon toy tests his powers on a defective lion plushy.  

***This story contains adult content; nonconsensual sex between two animate plushies. It was written as a gift for a good friend. If this is offensive to you in any way shape or form, do not read.  If you are underage, do not read. Any flames should be directed to fuckme@hard.com any other constructive comments or criticism can be directed to brathor@hotmail.com.


There were many toys named Asten in the store.   In fact all of the sentient ones were named that by default, but he was different; he was the most unique.  For one, he could actually call himself a male without question.  He had a cock, as real as any flesh and blood male's.  For another, he was walking death to any other toy.  This brought him power, and power brought him glory.

He wasn't even a real plushie; he was in fact made of thick leather that would have made some armor look pathetic in comparison.  His features held little softness and seemed to focus on his soft leather wings tucked behind him, and the silicon cock between his legs.  That was after all the source of his power.

He grinned as the store-owner led him into the labyrinth of The Plush Pile's back rooms, leading him through door after door until they finally reached their destination.  Littering the floor in the small room were piles of what had once been plushies.  Fur and body-parts of any imaginable animal scattered the ground, and in the exact center of the room; held immobile by a brown leather collar, was today's test subject.   Asten's prey.  He felt himself growl in anticipation.

The lion looked frightened, but could do absolutely nothing to control what was about to happen to him, other than shudder weakly as his terrorized movements were severely limited.  Asten knew he was large, almost eight feet tall, and the lion looked to be perhaps a little more than five.  He was certainly weak, and he had an obvious defect, the coloring of his torso was mismatched from the rest of the body.

The owner watched a little hungrily as Asten's cock slid out of his plush sheath.  The wolf chuckled a bit and winked up at him, "Do a good job here, and perhaps I'll give you a go."

Asten grinned and watched the lion with his dark eyes, his grin turned to a smirk at the comment and Asten took a step towards the lion-plush. "Yes sir," he said with lust.  He was no longer just a toy; he was Death itself.  He pet the defective lion a little, "Hmmmm. . . don't worry, this will be frightening, but you should enjoy at least some part of it."

The owner retreated to his observation room, where he could watch without hindering Asten, while the dragon began teasing the doomed lion-plush.

He felt his magic take hold as he pressed his hard silicon cock under the lion's tail, he felt the seam there unravel at his touch, leaving room for him to press into the warm stuffing; sending shivers of pure bliss up and down his back.  He felt as his magic entered the lion at the same time of his cock, causing seems to pop up the toy's back and down his legs, the lion being helpless against his doom.

Asten grinned and wrapped his soft leather wings around the lion and began thrusting; he required no encouragement, the pleasure at seeing the lion falling apart combined with the thrusting was almost enough for instant gratification.  The lion seemed to be enjoying it as well, he made soft uffing noises and he could feel him trying to push back against his legs.  Asten just grinned, he loved how they always submitted to him, even as they were about to die from it.

But, things were a little different for plushies.  The lion-plush was in bliss as well, despite the seams popping open all over his body.  He looked so weak now, as if one good tug anywhere would pull the thing apart.  As Asten climaxed, he grunted and continued his thrusting, the magic growing in intensity as his pleasure did.  As long as he maintained his thrusting the pleasure would continue, and so he moaned throatily and leaned over the smaller toy, fucking and thrusting wildly, savoring the feel of the warm fluff around his length, letting it spread over his body and into the lion's.

Their pleasure was one, as Asten continued thrusting; his leather creaking loudly as he pumped his hips, the pounding forceful and heated as he finally began to feel his work's end.  The lion was all but dead now, yet he shivered, if only slightly, in pleasure.  He had no control over his body, and any movement at all would only cause the body to fall apart.  Asten carefully pulled free and grinned.

The magic had done its work; the plushie parts, and even his personality, were all completely recyclable now.  He chuckled as the owner came out from the observation room, a large bulge obvious between his legs as Asten's own cock retreated back to it's home.  "Thank you sir."

The owner smiled, "You've saved me a lot of time, Asten.  Thank you."
	
They left the room, leaving the lion sitting in a pile of his own stitching and fluff, laughing a little as Asten offered to relieve the owner of any stress he may be having.  The owner just chuckled and began unbuttoning his pants as they closed the door behind them.


Asten (c) His Player

***I really like this story, thanks to Asten for the ideas, and if I get enough positive response I'll consider posting the sequels.  If not, then I'm sure Asten can enjoy them on his own. :)