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Folks, if you've been around the internet and furries long enough, you probably think you've seen it all. Inflationists, pedos, zoos, toonophiles, baby and diaperfurs, Nazi furs, pedo Nazi diaperfurs; you'd think at some point, despite all attempts to keep digging via shovels and dragon dildo-tipped pikaxes, they would hit some form of bedrock with their degeneracy.
...to which I say, let me introduce you poor deluded fucks to the plushophiles.
Yes, plushophiles! When you were a kid, did you have a beloved stuffed animal? Something soft and fuzzy to make you feel safe and loved after daddy gave you a taste of his belt every night? Well I sure hope you burned that shit or let it rot in a landfill somewhere, because god knows that'd be a better fate than ending up in the possession of one of these people.
This one was being advertised as "life-sized and ready to have a strategically placed hole installed once the kids weren't around". This thing, as well as smaller fucktoys, were around actual children.
For the uninformed, a plushophile looks at what should be a beloved children's toy and source of comfort and decides it's the sexiest thing since canine dick knots. To the point that there is in fact a market for these people to have custom toys made for them with the infamous strategically placed hole or appendage, depending on whether you prefer to stuff your toy or get stuffed by them.
Of course, if you can't afford to get your very own customized plushie to violate, secondhand violation of someone else's works too! Plushophiles can often be found pawing through bargain bins and donation places, looking for their perfect fucktoy that might have been contributed by some well-meaning parent after their kid's gotten too old or too bored for it, or lurking auction houses for discontinued/collectible ones being sold by Disney collectors and the like. Some of the most popular ones include Simba/general Lion King ones, Stitch of Lilo and Stitch, Meeko of Pochahantas, and of course more recently, My Little Pony.
BUT WHY STOP THERE! There's folks with this fetish who not only want to fuck stuffed animals, but want to become stuffed animals themselves and end up being fucktoys to other plushophiles!
This one even comes with a story!
It was at the height of Eeyore's orgasm - a chunk-addled torrent of condensed sperm so thick that he felt it frothing up against his brain - that Tigger felt his little moment of clarity. Up until that point he'd been ravenously.... what's the word? 'Horny?' The notion had never occurred to him before, being a neutered stuffed animal and all that. Still, that strange light; the squirming; the... 'infestation,' yes. He remembered that, if only briefly. Something out in the forest had entered his body; made him firm; made him whole; made him 'horny'. A foreign parasite eager to witness the breeding habits of this planet, even if it had mistaken its curious non-breeding body for something suitable.
The rest of the parasite spread easily enough. Throwing himself onto his fellow denizens; filling them; corrupting them. An entire night's worth of orgiastic mindlessness with seams popping 'n semen boiling from... organs? Did they have organs now? It's unclear; they certainly still seemed to be stuffed with fluff. Few seemed to be as stuffed, eager, and uncharacteristically brutal as Eeyore, though. Seems like he had a lot of pent-up 'love' to give; what better recipient than someone so bouncy, trouncy, flouncy and pouncy? All the better to hop; clench; grind; breed!
Still, a small twinge of regret pierced his thoughts the moment he felt himself filling, the sound of snapping threads and gurgling semen-soaked fluff spluttering 'n building up inside of his half-plush body drowning out the obnoxious 'n bassy tones of the over-hung donkey just beneath. Pop! Pop, pop-pop! A gurgling wet roar of clotted half-sperm 'n half-fluff retches out of his mouth, drenching Eeyore in layers upon layers of their mingled mass. Perhaps he had overdone it - just a little.