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Plushful Desires[mintie_x]

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With a heavy groan the figure began to stir to life. The sound that came from him made it perfectly clear he had no interest in being woken at the moment. For some reason it couldn't be helped, his mind was forced him to wake with its constant movement and thoughts. He lifted his hands to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes as he bends his back some. Stretching it to pop the stiff bones of his body and get it ready to move. "Shit man." He mutters as he turned his head to look towards his alarm clock to see what time it was.

It wasn't there? An annoyed look came across his face as his eyes found a twin size bed across the room. That surely didn't belong there. Suddenly he popped up into a sitting position, it all came back to him. He was in jail, but this wasn't his cell nor did he see the fat white man that looked at him with lust. Instead the soft colors and decorations told him this was a females room, in fact two of them lived here.

No wait, this was some type of trap. He died, he knew that to the core of his being. He remembered seeing the guard with that crooked grin as he held the handle to that would unleash his death. "That muthafucka." He spit from his mouth with venom as he recalled the pain and everything going black. But he survived or had he really died? He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and let his feet hang from its edge, nothing.

He didn't feel the floor or the bend of his knees as he normally did. Suddenly he looked down to see the round flat furry feet that...that belonged to HIM! "What the fuck!" The roared out as he looks at his chest to see a heart placed on it and then to his hands which looked just like that of his feet. "No no no no no!" He yelled out as he hoped down from the bed as quick movements carried him to the closest mirror to inspect himself. He stood there in gazing at his reflection. He was a soft pink color teddy bear just over two foot tall. He couldn't even take relief in the fact he still had his member and sac between those legs.

He had a tongue and teeth, could spit. He just fell to his knees with his face in his hands, he wasn't crying just trying to come to terms with what and why he had done this. No longer did he have those dark gray eyes of his, the chocolate complexion of his skin, the short wavy black hair. Those pretty boy features of his were gone making one thing clear: this was his personal hell.
 
      • Sharing a room was the pits, considering that the majority of the time it was a 'People coming in and out' situation that left her mildly exhausted, not to say she wasn't to blame for doing it a few times herself. Fortunately, that problem would be fixed in under a week, as her father had heard of the recent break ins and not so pleasant incidents to happen on campus, not to mention that it had almost happened to his lovely daughter; He had made sure to buy her an apartment flat toward the city, still close to her school, but not on campus. Surprisingly, she had managed to pick herself back up quite nicely after using her roommates softball bat to, er, extinguish an issue, campus security really was lax to have let that happen, which was only one more reason for her father to move her out of the dorms. Most of her things being in boxes, having come back only a good hour ago to find her dorm room empty, she had called her roommate only to find out that she was staying at her boyfriend's tonight. Good, whatever, it meant the dorm to herself.

        The sound of running water had started up a good twenty minutes ago, meaning she was just about finished with her shower, shampoo and soap rinsing down the drain. Pulling her fingers through her wet hair once she turned the knob of the shower, the water silenced itself and she stepped out, wrapping her figure in a cotton white towel. Subconsciously reaching out and wiping off the fog from the mirror, her appearance came to her shortly afterwards, smiling softly to herself before beginning her bathroom routine. Hair having started to air dry into its thick, black tresses that fell past her shoulders, brushing all of it to one side of her face, Sarai rinsed her mouth and moved about her bathroom, picking up the clothes she had peeled off her curvy frame. The Italian and Colombian mix having not heard a thing that was going on inside her dorm room, moved from her bathroom, still wrapped in her towel and releasing the steam from the tight space. Honey colored eyes glancing over at the made bed of hers, for a moment she sensed something odd, moving toward her closet and opening the door, tossing her clothes into the hamper before realizing her foot was brushing against something soft.

        What in the world.

        "How did you get all the way over here?" Of course she wasn't expecting some answer from a bear, arms folding over her at least C cupped chest, knowing that he had definitely been laying out on her bed with the other two bears when she had originally gone out today. Not to mention how he got over there, but why in the world was he sitting like that? She didn't remember putting him over there or sitting him like that. Genuinely, she didn't play with her bears at all, more so just looked to them for the occasional comfort and memories of home, the nineteen year old picked up the pink stuffed animal with both hands, turning him around to face her. By the way she was holding onto him, and the proximity that he was to her, she didn't at all notice the added 'assets' he had, though there was still something odd about her bear once she pulled it to her chest.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
The man couldn't understand why. What had he done to deserve such a life, such an existence as to be a stuffed animal. Okay maybe it was the killing or could have been the raping thing. Now that he thought about it, it could have been all the criminal acts that caused this. However he wasn't in the mind state to think things through, he was pissed. He was a short pink teddy with a heart in the center of his chest.

How in the world could he be okay with something like this and not to mention his member was a light pink color as well. It use to be black. He began hyperventilating, breathing heavily from his panicking. This was beyond anything he could ever had imagine or thought of. Yet some sick mind had thought this up and even worst, brought it into existence. There he sat there with his hand on his chest trying to bring his pulse down and catch his breath.

Things only got worst when he heard movement and the sound of running water. He had been so adsorbed into his current problem he hadn't even thought about if anyone was here. "Calm down, calm down!" He ordered himself. Those round ears of his turned to the side, focusing completely on the door and what was begin it. Trying his best to keep track of her as he did his best to relax a bit more. It seemed like perfect timing as that door swung open and he began to freeze like a statue.

"How the fuck does a teddy bear act?" He asked himself as he tried not to move. He wanted to remain as still as he could. Once she picked him up and turned him around to face her, those black button eyes popped open wide when he placed the face. "YOU?!" He roared. He remembered her completely, she was the last woman he ever laid his eyes on. The one he was planing to have his way with before she got him good. She was the reason he had ended back up in prison which lead to his death.

"You little bitch!" Venom dripped from his mouth as his small arms were thrown forward in an attempt to grasp around her neck. He deeply wanted to choke her, beat her for all that fallen upon him.
 
      • As a child, Sarai Guiterrez had never been a fan of the teddies that could talk. Not even a fan of the ones with teeth had really made a fan out of Sarai, no she preferred her simple bears with the sewed shut mouths and round hands and feet, soft fur and round ears. However, it was in a insant that she felt something about her bear, swearing she felt it move as her eyes looked down at him again. He did move, and was now looking at a bear with wider eyes than he had come with and that voice that caused her own eyes to grow to the size of saucers. Oh yes, there was definitely something different about her bear. The following words that he had for her snapping her out of her trance, her arms shot him out forward and away from her bust, his little arms not having the length to even come close to her neck, hands under his arms.

        "You're a fucking talking bear! How in the hell did THIS happen?" And of all the things he had said to her, according to her bear, she was a 'little bitch', mentally knowing she hadn't done anything. Though, she would give him something to be mad about, if that was the case, Sarai remembering that he was after all a stuffed animal; Easy to be thrown. Tossing him onto her bed and then realizing this definitely wasn't hear bear, with the sight of a penis and balls to go with it, this was a sick joke for whoever was pulling this one off. Her bear had just tried to choke her, having watched him land in an awkward position on her bed like any doll made of cotton would, Sarai's mind was rolling over these facts over and over again.

        This couldn't just be some prank. Was she high? Blinking quickly and snatching a pillow just in case, she moved toward the bear slowly, "Who are you and what have you done to my bear? You're not my bear and you can't even say you are you sick fuck." She knew damn well her bear hadn't come home with a dick when she had originally gotten him. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
This felt like some sick and twisted Child's Play movie. Like someone had thought to combine Chucky with the Care Bears to see what that gave birth to. A bad script that had been regretted, thrown, and pissed on since no one in their right mind would enjoy this. His rage towards her increased with the technique she used to avoid his attack, outstretching her arms like he was nothing. "No shit! You think I haven't noticed this!" He snapped back at her as he tried to stretch himself, praying he was given the extra inches to choke her. The thought of whether he actually could choke her with his rounded hands hadn't even entered his mind.

He would make it work, he would find a way to end her life. Like a piece of trash he was thrown across the room, only implanting just how weak he had become. "You cuuuunt!" He said as he flew and hit the bed landing with his left arm folded behind his back like he didn't have a bone in it. The odd part that it didn't even hurt. He laid there for a minute like he was thinking heavily about everything that has transferred the past few months. He then heard her yelling reach him and he snaps back.

"ME?! Why the hell would I wanna be a fucking teddy bear! And YOURS of all people. You put me in jail, they killed me!" He roared out as he managed to get back up on his feet to glare at her. He stood there looking at her with rage filled into him, she was the only that had caused this to him. If it hadn't been for that moment, he'd be free. He runs to the edge of the bed and leaps off of it to fly through the air towards her. He would get her some way or how. He wouldn't allow the same chick to defeat him twice. He was already a damn stuffed animal.
 
      • Going over the events in her head of what had happened earlier in the night, having gone to a party she figured that perhaps right now, she was dreaming, and this? Wasn't really happening. Yeah, that made perfect sense. Someone had probably slipped something into her drink, which she was too young to have anyway, and she was now hallucinating about angry teddy bears. . Right? Still clutching onto the pillow as she remained where she was by her bathroom door, having disregarded him trying to reach out and grab for her again, for some reason, it seemed as though he knew her, just not particularly in the way she figured her bear would. Mentally considering he didn't really have the fingers to choke her out, she hadn't been the one to think about that when she pitched him across the room and onto her bed, his words would have been humorous if he hadn't been trying to choke her.

        Strike that, it was a bit funny, though she managed to keep the laughter to herself, taking a few steps forward with her bare feet, he seemed to have calmed down for a little while. . Of course that didn't last too long as he jumped up, evidently getting used to the idea of standing a lot faster than she thought he would; He might as well get used to being thrown then if that was how this was going to work. Raising a brow when he stated that she had put him in jail, that was when it struck her that it was definitely not her bear talking to her. It was that piece of slime that had crept into her dorm and tried to get her in her sleep! "You were a fucking convict anyway! Who the fuck escapes prison then tries to rape someone!?" Why should it be her fault that he'd tried to rape the wrong one? Just because she fought back didn't mean it was anything close to being her problem.

        Watching him run and jump, fortunately she was a good three feet taller than him when he was standing up properly, though she gripped the pillow again and swung, knocking him away from her and into the dormitory's door. Moving quickly now, she moved into her bathroom and grabbed her blowdryer, instantly grabbing him by one of his arms and moving toward her desk chair, "You weird thing." She grumbled, words of a different language following shortly after, holding him down and tying him into the chair using the wire of her blowdryer, tying it properly around his arms and having him held to the chair. "Now you listen to me you little shit, you're a bear now. Get over it. I don't know how you got to be a bear and it's not my fault you are one now. But if you try that shit again, I will burn your fucking eyes OFF." Her voice was low, eyes narrowed and evidently adding to the point that she was serious, releasing her glare for a moment to fix one of his ears. Even though he wasn't exactly her bear, the main focus was that he was in her bear's stuffed, cotton cute body and couldn't do a thing about it, placing a mildly teasing peck on his forehead before going off into her closet to change into something to sleep in. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Her height and form didn't bother him at all. He was use to having to fight when the odds were against him. Though when he was himself, he was at least six foot tall so finding someone bigger than him was a bit of a stretch. Now it seemed it would be an everyday thing it he was to be stuck in this body forever. "A horny fucking inmate! That's who!" He shouted back at her. What kind of question was that anyone.

Any straight man who had been to jail would be interested in getting some once they were released. Sadly he just couldn't wait for a hooker or some woman selling her body. That wasn't important as he he flew across the room towards her only to be smacked away like an annoying fly. He hit the door hard with a grunt and yelp of pain coming out from the impact, only to groan as he bounced on the floor. "Why you.." He began only to notice his arm beginning taken and him being taken across the room. "Okay okay okay!" He roared out.

He was finally beginning to realize he couldn't do anything at the state he was in now which only pissed him off. He struggled as best he could, but she still managed to bind him to the chair. "Got dammit. You gotta make me feel even more unless?" He asked her as he looked to her with eyes of hate. An expression that began to change as he looked up at her, taking in the fact she was barely wearing anything. He wondered if he should have handled it differently. Maybe things would have been a bit more interesting if he had.


Suddenly he felt like someone had grabbed him by the hair as he was yanked out of the bear. He stood there in the middle of the room with another completely lost and confused look on his face. He looked down at his transparent form when it finally hit him. "Fuck I am dead." He said to himself, unknown to him that she would be able to hear him. Though he didn't know she wouldn't be able to see him in this form.

OOC: I had not planned for the switch bodies yet. Kind of caught me off guard. lol
 
      • Crazy ass. No wonder he was in prison. Now, however, he was a bear, and whatever cruel things he had done in his life were now back up to par with him, because now he was some dumb stuffed animal, taking a moment to glance at her other ones just in case it was all of them. She didn't mind fucking up some bears if it was going to be like that. Rolling her eyes when he shouted at her for the first time, Sarai settled her hands on her hips when she returned from her closet, "Happy to be your first choice, creep." That was just one more reason her father didn't like this campus. 'Why the hell is the prison so goddamn close!?' Despite his protests, this was a good school, and he wouldn't be changing his daughter's mind about going here. A pair of black boy shorts holding on to her firm rear while a jersey from one of the football players covering her torso, brushing over her smooth thighs as she moved toward the bear again and made sure that the knot was held tight. Wouldn't want to wake up with a bear on top of you. Especially not a crazy one.

        Hair now dry as she leaned forward, just to be on the safe side, Sarai moved back into her bathroom and grabbed her flat iron, the cord just as long as the blow dryer's, wrapping it around him and tying another knot. At least if he struggled to get out of this, she would hear him before he got to her, rolling her eyes at him asking if she had to make him feel useless, "Should've felt useless when your little ass tried to choke me. You don't even have fingers." She grumbled, arms folding over her chest again before letting out a mildly relieved face, shifting her fingers through her loose curls moving to carefully escort the other two bears off her bed and grab onto the police flashlight given to every dormitory, obviously enough to be a flashlight and a decent pain in the head if you were hit with it. She would be using this on him if he did anything else stupid tonight, turning off the light and moving to her bed, settling under the sheets only to hear him speak to himself. "No, you're a bear." Fortunately for him, she hadn't realized that it wasn't the bear's mouth moving when he has said this.



        ooc : Hahaha, for the most part it was just so he could figure out he was dead,
        unless you want to go ahead and slap him into another body or let him test out
        being a spirit. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He felt low now and far beneath the state he was a few moments ago. To think he had actually been reduced to this, to this life style and way of living. He had things he wanted to do, wanted to accomplish before he passed away. Now it was over, he was done for. He knew soon he'd see that blinding white light and some form of the devil to come take his soul. He began to wish and pray he was the stupid teddy bear again.

At least that way he was alive, in some way, shape, or form. He never thought he'd wished to be inside a stuffed animal and back into that body that was tied to a chair. He hadn't heard the light switch and figured something else had turned the light off. His fear was getting the best of him now and he didn't like that at all. He went from feeling useless to weak and that was even more unbearable. He closed his eyes and began to pray, hope, and whatever he could that he returned to the bear's body.

Before he knew it, he felt that same pulling feeling again and thrown back into the body of the bear. "Thank god, thank you thank you thank you." He started saying. He figured it was time to accept the way things were and get over it. He just had to find a way to change things around for himself, but he couldn't risk her turning him in. Or worst pulling his stuffing out. "Okay okay, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me like this all night." He said sounding almost like he was pleading.

"I can feel the seams stretching. I'll be good, I swear." He begged, something he normally never did. This was different though, something he couldn't change or predict. So he had to change to fit the situation.
 
      • Laying against her bed, the female turned her head in the direct of where she had strapped the bear down to the chair, wondering what in the world he was talking about, over there mumbling to himself. Damn bear. She evidently wasn't going to get too much sleep tonight, raising up carefully to sit on her legs, clicking on the flashlight once he began to apologize and beg for her to let him out of his confinements. She could easily leave him like that the entire night if she wanted to, because if this truly was the man who had tried to rape her and then only an hour ago tried to choke her? Hell, she could drop him in a fire pit. But with that in mind, she was sure he knew that as well, reaching over and turning the light on at her desk, clicking off the flashlight and settling back to the way she was sitting.

        Something other than his seams stretching must have just happened for him to suddenly want to 'be good', rolling her eyes because really, what was the most he could do? Choking her wasn't an option, and although suffocation was, she wasn't going to give him any ideas. Pulling one of the restraints off, she narrowed her light brown eyes slightly before stating plainly, "Do something crazy and your eyes are mine." Sarai was serious in her threat, and he should know that she was, pulling the blow dryer cord off his plush body and immediately grabbing a hold of him under his arms. "Where the hell am I going to put you." More so talking to herself, she knew she couldn't just put him on the floor with the rest of her bears, considering if her roommate walked in to see a bear with male parts, she would probably lose her mind.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He was tired of feeling pathetic, like he was the shadow of his former self. He wanted to embrace this new life he had. He could continue to live and now he'd be able to do so without having to worry about age or dying. At least he hoped on those parts. He watched as she sat up and turned the flashlight on which caused him to narrow his eyes to limit its access to his eyes. "Was that really needed?" He asked while turning his head away from the bright beam so he wouldn't go blind.

Could he go blind? Well besides her yanking off one of his eye buttons. "C'mon, I'd be a good boy. I can remain tamed." He promised her as he watched her move to turn on the light and then move closer towards him. He felt relief wash over him, glad he wouldn't have to remain in this spot all night long. "Okay, what do you define as crazy? I think me just speaking it enough to fall under that term." He said which was true in a sense. "I swear." He promised to make sure she would undo him, but he actually was telling the truth.

At least for once in his life he didn't want to end up in a bad situation again. He found himself smiling when she undid the cords and then picked him up like he was some small child. "How about we start with down." He told her as he began to wiggle within her grasp. "C'mon, I gotta piss and you bout to wear it." He told her since he was already holding on as it was when he was tired. Actually then he was going to just piss on the floor to made her angry. Now with his new outlook on life, he'd much prefer a toilet but it could end up being her if she didn't move quick enough.
 
      • She couldn't possibly imagine how it felt to go from being a big, huge man to now being a two feet, and maybe a couple of inches, tall bear with pink fur and a red heart on his chest. At least he wasn't a bear in prison though, hating her mind for having bothered to be optimistic about it, rolling her eyes when he asked what she defined as crazy, figuring whatever so called 'high' she had been on was definitely not there. Had it ever really been? Probably not. "I've gotten over and redefined my level of crazy." She responded, it wasn't difficult to hold on to him when he began to squirm, shaking her head lightly before letting her eyes grow wide at him stating he had to piss.

        God. This was one of the reasons why she had always liked bears instead of little bed wetting dolls, setting him down instantly because she was not about to let some bear pee on her. Smirking softly at the fact that he could barely see over the edge of her bed, she stood carefully and led the way to her bathroom, opening the door and letting him awkwardly walk in. Deciding she probably didn't want to watch her bear take a piss, all of this was still making very little sense to her, particularly how a dead convict was somehow in the body of a bear. She didn't recall that being something as far as going through the phases of life and death went.

        Since when was being a stuffed animal one of those things? Whatever the case of it was though, he had been granted most of the parts he had as a human. Moving over to her bed again, she glanced at the clock and let out a soft yawn, arms stretching over her head and causing her jersey to raise slightly over her waist. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
One would wonder how long it would take before he grew use to this height. Until he became okay with the fact he couldn't reach a door knob. Of how he would need a step ladder to get into a bed. The fact he may never be able to actually grip his member like he use to. None of these thoughts were currently on the mind of the stuffed bear, he needed to go to the bathroom. He looked around the room trying to remember where he had seen the door.

Through all the fighting and yelling, he had misplaced the thing which was dumb in itself. He looked up to her as she began to lead him into the bathroom and he wondered why everything looked so big compared to a few months ago. He lowered his head like he was depressed and moved into the room. He came face to face with the bowl of the toilet, literally at eye level at a place he normally could easily sit down on. "Shit." The bear said as he searched the room for some kind of help or aid to get up on there. He wouldn't dare place his hands on the seat and lift himself up onto it.

Instead he moved over to the tub to climb up onto the rim and stand to his full height. He turned around and moved to place a foot on the edge of the toilet. There he moved his hands to aim himself when a horrible realization had surfaced. "Fuck!" He roared out as he tried to trap his member between the two round paws of his hands. It took a few attempts before he finally got a grip of it and aimed it properly. Seconds later a sigh of content released from him as he let loose the pressure that had built up inside of him.

A few moments later, he gave himself two shakes and flushes the toilet. He came back into the main room to discover she was already back in her bed. There was no way he was going to lay on the floor, he was a damn teddy bear for Christ sakes. He came to stand before her bed and determined not to ask for help, began his trial of trying to climb onto it. His efforts could be heard as he tried pulling himself up or jumping on it. But he managed it though.

He had used a draw from the end table to gain some leverage and made it up on the mattress. He moved along the sheets and flops down next to her like it was okay and perfectly normal. "The names Casey. I thought you should know." Finally introducing himself.

OOC: And I hope you're enjoying the rp.
 
      • Mildly thankful that he wasn't as bitter as he had been originally toward her because he wound up as a bear, she didn't know how or why he had wound up being her bear, other than the fact that she had gotten him sent back to prison and tried under attempted rape charges. .Oh, and escaping prison of course. Shaking her head at that little extra part, she wasn't sure how uncomfortable, or comfortable for that matter, she should be with having a walking, talking, breathing, and currently pissing, bear while the rest of them just sat like docile little things of cotton and fur. Why had this happened to her? Not exactly in utter depression about it, considering she wasn't the one who was pink and covered in fur. Shrugging at the odd change of events, she assumed she could have let him be a horny inmate, but getting raped was not in her protocall of a good time, unless it was one of those kinky moments with a boyfriend or something. But, he was a bear, and that was as simple as that went.

        Her full lips letting out a sigh when she heard the obviously frustrated 'Fuck' come from the bear in her bathroom, she really didn't want to go in there to check up on him, hoping he could get done with his business and just come out like a good teddy. Please. Like a good teddy. What the hell was she thinking. Despite being in a bear's body, evidently he was going to make the struggle to get onto her bed without any assistance, having been laying on her stomach, she turned her head and looked over at the pink paws struggling to get some kind of a grip. Lips curling into a smirk, she couldn't help the faint giggle that fell from her lips, deciding to simply watch him struggle, because if he wanted help, he would have asked. He had plenty of mouth to do so. Finally he managed to get himself up on her bed and apparently settled in once he walked and sat himself down near her head, which had turned slightly for a moment to again remind herself he didn't have any pants. She hadn't ever really dressed her stuffed animals as a child, maybe with a hat or something, but never actually dressed them.

        "Sarai." She responded, shifting and crawling over him, she moved toward her closet and began to rummage, finding a pair of red plaid Victoria's Secret Pink boxer shorts, tugging lightly at the drawstring before moving back into the dorm room and holding up the shorts. "I don't want your dick in my face," Shrugging softly, she moved toward him, the smooth skin of her legs exposed before stopping in front of him and leaning forward, sliding the shorts up his frame and tugging at the drawstring, tying it because she knew he probably couldn't.

        ooc : so far, I am~
        I hope you are as well. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Casey would much prefer to be human again even if it was the smallest and weakness person alive. At least then he was allowed different abilities and gifts as such. There were advantages to being a bear though, he just hadn't realized it yet. In time he may come to enjoy the feeling and thought of being a plushie creature. For now he had to just accept his new found life since it was better than a four walled room and some guy wanting to pack some fudge. A shiver went through the bear's spine at the thought.

Then to make matters better and to look on a brighter side, he could be in hell. It seemed he was in a better life now and that much gave him something to be thankful for. Now that he thought about it some more, he could have been the teddy bear of some snort nose kid who enjoyed ripping at his limbs. At least his 'caretaker' was cute and...mildly evil. Well he wasn't really thankful for that but it could always be worst. He glanced to her before moving to lay down on his back where he placed his paws onto his stomach.

Maybe things would be better in the morning or at least that was what he was hoping. He'd wake up in his body and be in a much better place mentally. So he let his lids close over his eyes only to pop back open when he felt the shift in the bed. He looked at her confused as she went to the closet and grabbed the shorts. "C'mon, don't wear dem. I'm loving those boy shorts. You got the cutest ass." He pleaded with her only to add. "I promise I'll be go-" He instantly cut that off when he noticed her coming closer towards him.

"C'mon! I don't wanna wear no female clothes!" He cried as he tried to roll over onto his stomach and crawl away from her only to be grabbed since was faster. "I'm already a pink fucking bear! Having some fucking mercy!" He cried out as he kicked his legs and tried to grasp at anything with those round hands. "I'll sleep at your feet then!" He shouted only to lay there motionless when he felt her pull the strings and tie them tightly. She knew his hands wouldn't be able to undo them. He sat there with a glare of hatred fixed upon her. "You're loving this aren't you?" It wasn't really a question, he knew she was almost like he could feel it on the tips of his fur.
 
      • A bear had definitely just commented on her ass, mentally reminding herself that his eyes were completely working and that he still evidently was all male on the inside, rolling her eyes before accepting the compliment, "Thank you." However, when he began to protest and squirm about due to the idea of wearing so called 'female' clothes, the shorts weren't so bad, considering they were an oddly perfect fit for him with the drawstring and the only noticable female trait to them was the way they would be worn on say, her, and the giant word 'PINK' sprawled across the butt. He wasn't going to get away from her however, easily taking a hold of him and pulling him by the legs back toward her. "Oh hush, these shorts aren't so bad." She responded, rolling her eyes when he announced that he would sleep at her feet, it was cute for him to struggle, but the effort was worthless.

        They were on, and that was it. His glare causing a soft giggle to Sarai when she looked down at him to ask if she was enjoying this, she shrugged softly and leaned forward, full chest pressed against his torso and her face hovering above his. "If you slept at the foot of my bed, you'd get kicked clean off, and you're pink. No one but me knows that you're a living, talking bear and we both know how that would look to anyone, " The both of them knew that the chances of him going out and making the announcement that he was a living stuffed animal were slim to none, with slim having just left town, so the respectable thing to do would be to deal with it. Huh. That made so much sense. "Besides, I generally don't even sleep in a bed with my bears anyway, especially not when they've got the capability to get a fucking erection." She added, raising her frame off him and moving to turn off the light, moving over him again to settle on her side of the bed.

        Turning her head slightly, Sarai looked over to him with a mildly teasing and mildly serious expression on her face, "But if it makes you feel any better, I'll hold you in your sleep." [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
She had to be the evilest woman alive. Why would she put him through such pain and torture. He knew if he ever had the chance to pay her back it would be done ten folds. It was care she loved how hopeless he was and the fact he could do little against her to prevent her from enacting her will. She was an wicked dictator and she knew how. He was already pink with a heart on his chest as it was, but she had to go and place him in some girlie shorts.

Then act as if it was perfectly normal for a grow man...okay teddy bear to walk around with something like that on. Now he regretted giving her that compliment. "Not that bad? I have pink on my skin and my ass!" He snapped back at her only to fold his arms across his chest as best as he could. Sadly that didn't exactly work out the way he played since they barely reached across his chest. But he was too stubborn to accept defeat and just held them like that. He looked away from her only to feel her leaning closer to him to the point he was on his back.

Her breast against his chest caused him to feel the blood pumping through his veins or at least he thought it was. He barely heard what she said since his focus was on how tightly she had drew the strings to these shorts. Or how big they were. Because he seemed to be losing more and more space as she rested against him and he didn't like the discomfort that was raising. "I..I'll handle that if I ain't gotta wear this shit." He finally managed to say back after his mind caught what she said. He watched her climb over him once more and lucky the light was off since he knew he had a rather large embarrassment swelling in his pants.

He laid there on his back as she moved back in the bed only to hear the teasing tone in her voice at what she said. He couldn't help the urge to call her bluff and especially so in his current state. "Would you please?" He asked as he turned on the bed to move closer to her to press his front up against her form. He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, placing that erection of his against her.
 
      • She knew that he probably didn't enjoy the idea of her in the shorts, she figured he would look to the brighter side in it just like she had. Shaking her head because he was still stuck on the idea that he was pink, it wasn't her fault that this was the bear that whomever had decided to slam his spirit into. Maybe he should have picked another something to climb into. Maybe a stuffed whale or something. Then he would really be in some deep shit. With another shake of her head as he tried to stammer out that anything was better than wearing the red plaid shorts, she hadn't particularly noticed the feeling of something pushing up against her with the initial thought of him getting aroused of her being on top of him. Well of course that was a risk she had taken, seeing as she had said herself that he probably could get an erection.

        Shifting her fingers through her hair, Sarai remained on her side as he spoke again and asked her ever so politely to 'hold him while he slept' rolling her light brown orbs up into the air a moment before opening her arms slightly. Letting him roll over slightly and fill in the gap of space between them, her eyes grew wide for a moment when she figured out that it definitely wasn't his paw stabbing at her stomach. Arms wrapping carefully around his plush body, Sarai mumbled lightly, again only to pick at him for being a bear, "If you were real, I might let you use it." She knew that was a little bit low, hugging him gently like she would to the bear he was supposed to be, knowing the majority of his chest again was pressed against hers. She knew there was nothing he could do about being a bear, and whatever he managed to keep as far as his old self went, she might as well let him have at it. As long as he didn't try anything beyond this point of crazy. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Casey found himself replaying the nights events in his head. Oddly enough he wasn't thinking about him, but the things he missed while he was angry. He wished he had paid more attention to her when she was walking around in that towel. Women didn't seem to know just how sexy they looked when they wore nothing but a towel around them. She surely was one of them. It was almost enough to make him regret not having gotten a chance to have her when he was human.

Now that he thought about it, maybe it was for the best. Since if he did manage to enjoy it, there was little chance or sense for a return bout. Now he had some hope, maybe he could find himself enjoying this life that hopefully could come with a ton of new perks. Her words brought him out of his little trace when she spoke about the fact he wasn't real which only got straight under his skin. "Can't I get a single break?" He asked her only to tilt his head back and look up at her as she held him close to her. A sly smirk began to take form on his face as he just rests his head against her chest and let his length rest against her stomach.

"You know what. I guess I can understand it. I can only imagine how it would feel to end up addicted to your teddy bear's dick." He said with a laugh and shaking his head some. "Besides, I doubt your pussy could even handle a thirteen inch dick." Casey fired back as he closed his eyes and held close to her.
 
      • Thankfully, she didn't know that earlier kissing his forehead had completely displaced him from his body, allowing him the ability to stand outside of the bear, though there wasn't needed to have any conversation about that. He hadn't gone anywhere but back into the bear and unless he decided to change bodies and suddenly sneak up on her in some odd sense, mentally shivering at the thought. She knew she had picked another point of his mind when it came to him being a stuffed animal, smiling softly when he asked if he could catch a break; Not until she got a vibe enough to let him catch a break. As long as he remained a bitter little pink bear, she was going to pick at him, maybe not as frequently as she did now, but still on the occasion.

        Feeling his member stab at her stomach again once he made himself friends with her chest, it was almost as though she could sense something smartassed beginning to emerge from the bear, whether it be because of that sly smirk on his face or just the fact of the situation. Cocking a brow upward when he stated that he could only imagine how it would be to get addicted to his dick. Please. Evidently he was trying to test her, because for the most part, she didn't believe that any bear's dick was that large, and that even if she let him put himself inside of her? That she would get addicted to it. "Mmm, I think you've got it backwards,"

        Sarai began to correct him, voice calm, "I wouldn't be able to feel your tiny dick full of soft cotton." If he could hand it out, she could easily give it back to him, looking down at him again before closing her eyes because the chances of him having anything extra to say? Probably high. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
This was no like Casey at all. Never in his life had he slept next to a woman with an erection and couldn't seal the deal. He had always been a good looking man, far from just being attractive. He kept himself in good shape, knew how to talk to females, and happened to be blessed where it counts. Here he was with a woman who knocked him out cold, had him arrested, and now he was hugging up against her with a mean hard on. And that was it, nothing.

She seemed to showing no interest in him and delighted with teasing him. Placing that body of hers against him knowing full well the effects it was having on him. Granted it asked for it, but he didn't expect it to be going this far south. He was a trooper though and would fight through it. He wouldn't allow one no to crush him, he'll just try to head out and make some friends tomorrow...Shit, who was he kidding.

What were the chances of him meeting a girl who wanted to screw a hung pink teddy bear. Casey's attention was brought to the here and now where he heard her speak of him having it backwards. He knew she'd say that since she had yet to feel the wraith of his stroke. He found himself chuckling at that thought since it sounded beyond stupid. "You wish my shit was soft and full of cotton." He shot back only to add. "Thats why you put these shorts on me, you knew you couldn't handle a big dick like mine hanging in your face. You wouldn't be able to resist it." He said with a laugh at that realization.

"I'll make it easy on you. I wont even make you beg. Just untie my shorts and I'll pound that ass of yours." Casey said with another laugh only to playful bite at her nipple. But he found himself being cautious of that since he didn't want to be tied to the chair again. He also didn't wanna sleep on the floor or be forced to attempt climbing back up on the bed.
 
      • 'You have got to be kidding me. Talking to a goddamn bear about sexual things. What kind of shit is this.' Thinking such a thing caused her to narrow her eyes just slightly, more so to herself than to whatever it was Casey found himself saying. He was a damn bear for crying out loud, how in the world did he think that would look with him on top ( certainly not below her. ) of her and putting his so called 'thirteen inch dick' inside of her. Clever little shit. Who did he think he was? A pink ass bear with Victoria's secret boxers on, that's who. Grinning softly to herself with the intention of not sharing such a fact with him, looking down at him when he tried to call her bluff by stating that she wished he was full of cotton in all of his parts.

        Mildly annoyed that she didn't have anything in particular to say back to his comment of why she had put the shorts on him, she had put them on his rounded body for that reason, but it wasn't for the idea that she 'wouldn't be able to resist' his dick. Tempted to let him go and toss his little ass off the bed and onto the floor for the night, to have him sitting on the cold ground in an awkward position while SHE slept comfortably on her bed. Obviously he was trying to get somewhere with all his sexual advances, specifically when he stated that if she untied his shorts he would go right at proving to her that his dick wasn't cottony soft. What a little pervert.

        Not to say it wasn't cute, squeaking softly when he bit her nipple, moving him away from her breasts just slightly and glaring at him slightly. Though the glare faded as she again teasingly pulled at the waistline of the shorts, "Oh, you'll pound my ass huh? Well if you want to pound me? You'll do what you can to get to that point, won't you?" She asked, winking at him and proving how easy it was for her to pull his shorts off him, tugging with her index finger again before rolling carefully onto her back. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Casey heard it all, but it was mainly what wasn't being said that caught his interest. A smirk had come to form on his face when he noticed how silent she had become. He must have hit home with something he said and felt proud of himself. That thought alone had him laughing inside at the fact he was able to catch her tongue and leave him in a bit of thought. A pervert? Well of course but that was already a given seeing that he had tried to rape her. What else would you call someone like that, well besides a death row inmate.

Casey glanced up at her to see the emotions shifting on her face, she was like a book almost. Sadly he couldn't read those pages that well but he hoped in time he'd be able to to. Just how long did he plan to hang around her? She wasn't someone he would look forward to spending his time with, but if being with her was keeping him from hell. Well thats surely an easy question to ask.

The sound of her yelp brought a grin to the bear's face as well as the feel of her tit in his mouth. He looked up at her to see the glare and when the change in expression before she played with the waistline of his shorts. He then looked to her as he heard what she had to say which made him grin wide at that but mainly for the new information. His shorts had some give to them? He smirked as he moved to stand up on her bed where he began to try to push the garments down from his frame. Nothing was seeming to work until he managed to grasp the string between the flats of his paws.

A slow and gentle pull, one to make sure it didn't slip from his grasp, began to unravel the light knot. With a bit of a wiggle and the aid of his hands, the animated toy began to push his prison off him and allow them to fall to the floor. "Yes!" He said before kicking them onto the floor and turning to face her. With him standing on the bed and up by the head of the bed, that fat thirteen inch pink cock hung over her face. "And what! You can't keep this bear down." He said laughing some. He was so excited about getting those clothes off he had nearly forgotten why he was trying to get them off.

Well besides the fact he didn't like them and felt less like a man being in them. As less as a pink teddy bear could be.
 
      • Of course it wasn't going to be announced by Sarai that his bite to her nipple had been mildly arousing, if for an instant, he had gotten her to forget that he was a bear, it was right then. Come to think deeply into this and she found herself having plenty more ideas for this bear if he did something that wasn't under his 'I'll be good' policy, smirking in the dark to herself though watching once he stood up with his round feet, struggling to pull off the shorts when it was so simply easy for her to just reach out and pull them off his little body. However, she didn't assist him at all, letting him do it himself the same way he had in climbing on the bed.

        If he was going to be a teddy bear now, he might as well learn how to do certain things on his own. Watching as his little body shifted and moved his body a sound of a struggle to untie the knot, she couldn't sustain the giggle at seeing a bear work like a child to get out of something he didn't want to wear, rolling her eyes when he accomplished his goal. It didn't crush her spirit too much that he was one step closer to doing what he had originally come into her dorm room to do in the first place, at least now he wasn't as intimidating and she didn't have to fight him to the ground with a bat. He surely didn't want that, especially not with him now as a bear. Thinking that only to be surprised that he definitely wasn't kidding about the size of his member, she shifted her head just slightly to avoid being stabbed in the eye before folding her arms over her chest.

        "Guess who's still wearing underwear." Sarai was going to make him work for what he supposedly wanted, if that was the case anyway, because she and he both knew that he wasn't as erect as he was for just any old reason. Shifting her smooth legs lightly, having been moving in the bed had caused the hem of her shirt to raise and expose the tops of her tanned thighs and the black material of her boy shorts.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Casey had caught her giggling and laughing at his attempt. He could only imagine how it had looked when he was trying to get those shorts off of him. But he knew he'd silence her once he had them off and exposed himself to her. He wasn't about bluffing and didn't believe in lying on his dick. He had no tighter bond than he did with his member and wasn't about to disrespect his only friend. However the sounds of her amusement only made matters worst and served to annoy him even more.

So the moment he had finally freed himself, he could feel himself swelling with pride. The fact he was able to accomplish his task and rub it in her face. Well he wasn't about to literally rub it in her face or at least not right now. Him and his best friend had desires to go somewhere else first and wanted to reach that goal before he had fun somewhere else. He watched her with a grin on his face once she spoke about him wearing more underwear. Remembering what he had said moments ago added onto this only made him laugh some.

"Aww you ain't gotta be scared of it." Casey teased as he allowed those eyes of his to roam along her figure. Why did it seem like she looked better than that night he had kicked in her door? Like there was something extra that made her so alluring today then back then. He felt himself licking his lips when he noticed she wasn't going to give him the slightest bit of help. "Oh you are a fucking pain." He said to her as he walked across the bed and moved to stand between her legs. He looked at the task before him and realized there was no way his hands would be able to relieve her of those shorts.

They were tight and he didn't have any fingers to dig underneath them. A wicked smile began to surface on his face as he drops to his knees with his paws pushing her legs open some more to allow him room. Now that he thought about it, undressing her was going to be a lot easier for him than when he had to do the same to him. His face went to her waist where he would open his mouth and grab the band of her shorts between his teeth. He felt proud that it was actually working and slowly he began to pull her underwear down off her. Gripping harder with his teeth as he tugged on them to make sure they didn't slip from his grasp.
 
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