HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 5 (7/?) (Patreon)

You raise the doll in question.

She looks at it, puzzled.

"Hmm? What do we have here?" she takes the bunny from you.

You tell her that it is your friend and she mews softly, "Aww, ain't that sweet. Make this yerself?"

Your lips feel dry without the means to wet them. You hesitate but speak up anyway. You tell her that he wasn't always a doll, and that he used to be... animate. She looks back at the bunny and inspects it closely.

"Honey, what are you trying to pull here? A doll's just a doll. They don't go walkin' and talkin' unless you breathe some life into 'em. The factory only makes the toy, whether or not they wake up is if it's got soul and loved enough by someone. Shoot, any toy worth its salt ought to know that."

You hesitate, unsure what to say next. You rack your plush brain in an attempt to come up with an explanation for why you'd ask such a thing. She peers down at you with eyes narrowed.

"Yer not a plushie, are you?" She says inquisitively.

She seems to have seen right through your ruse. You open your mouth to deny the accusation but she scoops you up quickly.

"Well, well, well, hush up now." she coos. You attempt to struggle but her gentle grip melts away any resistance. She pulls you in for another hug but this time she holds you there, petting you with a loving hoof. Your head fills with soft, cuddly thoughts and you smile dumbly. Her hug felt like blissful relief and it washes away any and all stress. You moan weakly, trying to break free long enough to formulate a thought.

"My, my, you've been a naughty boy, haven't you?"

You shiver, her words sending an unpleasant feeling into you. No... you haven't been a bad boy... have you? You haven't lied, cheated, or... You feel the pocket watch sitting like a stone of guilt in your hip pocket. You gulp.

"Good toys 'n plushies are meant to bring folks joy. Yer job is to give 'em a little warmth and comfort."

You shake your head hard, tossing her hoof off your head. It leaves you cold and a part of you craves its touch again. You fight this feeling, pushing hard against her fabric.

"Now, now-"

Kind and warm she may seem, the cattle knew ways to make unruly toys submit. She tenderly caresses your chest and playfully dances along your fabric. Every inch she touches causes euphoria to spread. Her wandering hooves glide down to your crotch and you don't expect anything different but she applies just the smallest bit of pressure and you keel over in an unexpected orgasm. Your hips buckle and you fall forward onto her finger, clutching it tightly as she continues to rub lovingly against you. Without an outlet for this intense orgasmic feeling, your body shivers and twitches violently. Your cotton-filled head short-circuits and your hump mindlessly against the textile, moaning and huffing with your tongue out like a dog. She stops and pulls her hand back and watches the melted mess of string and fleece quivering.

"My, my, yer fun!" she chimes gleefully. "Guess yer just finding out how 'mazing being a plushie is."

You turn onto your back and heave loudly. Your thoughts are completely scrambled and your hands rub all over your fluffy exterior in hopes of regaining some of that warmth. You are unsure how to escape this, though escape is the last thought on your mind. You want to return to that soothing calm, that emptiness of worries and struggles. The sound of pillows shifting catches both of your attention and the cow peers over at an orange cat that's very bottom-heavy entering.

"Mother, the person you requested is here to see you."

Mother looks at the cat and then back at you.

"You sit real tight here, my dear," she says, scooping you off herself and placing you on a pillow. "Look after this one now, don't let 'em wander off. I'll be back in a jiffy."

You slowly regain your brainpower and you watch as the cow leaves with the bunny doll and the cat waddles over. The cat is much smaller, only about your height. He approaches and looks at you in amusement.

> Don't say anything.> Try to engage in conversation.> Attempt to tackle the toy.> Item - present the button.

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