You don't recall everything that happened last night. You remember going to that nightclub... What was it called again? The Pillow Fort? You remember being warned by your friend...

"That place is frequented by plushies more than humans or anthros. Be careful who you take home because you might not be able to make them leave."

After a few drinks, you recall a bat woman checking you out... She was definitely a plush, there wasn't any doubt. You recalled the warning, but maybe it was the alcohol talking because you ended up getting into a cab with her.

Then everything gets fuzzy.

And... now everything is fuzzy... Everything. Soft, fleecy fabric coats your entire, naked form. You can just barely see through a set of plastic eyes and you can feel your body moving but the action isn't your own. And your head is swimming with lust... It's a shame that you've got this gag bound to your mouth... You might've been able to call for help... Or maybe flirt with the plush bat. But you're trapped now, and she's gonna milk this, and you, for as long as possible... At least until you find yourself becoming a part of that sexy body of hers in a different way.

Commissioned by anonymous!

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