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Your fuzzy friend’s big plastic eyes seem to plead with you, full of fear and confusion. Across your bed, your big sister sits with you, staring at you expectantly.
“C’mon, kiddo. Show your stuffie how much you love him.”
“Uhhhm…I dunno, sis…” Your kidparts are stiff and sticky again, like they always get when you and big sis cuddle. You really tried to hide it this time, cause you hate the way she touches it when she notices, but her adventurous hands quickly sniffed you out. Now your favorite stuffed animal, a pink bunny named Sierra, is squished between your knees with your privates gently twitching above his tummy. “I don't think he wants me to…”
“Don’t be such a baby.” She chides. “This is what big kids do with people they love!” She puts her hands on your hips and gently pulls you forward until your barely developed kidparts touch his fur. He feels soft and familiar, and you think about how many times you’ve nuzzled your cheek into his fuzz as you fell asleep. Sierra was the first friend you ever made, you don’t even remember a time without him.
Her hands nudge you forward, your whole body tingling with funny feelings, until you find yourself in a slow rhythm of rocking against him. Once you get into the motion, you can’t bring yourself to stop, and soon she takes her hands off you and just watches.
“Sis, this really doesn’t feel right…”
“Mm, feels yucky, doesn’t it?”
“Mhm…”
“Then why are you still going, baby?”
You can’t figure that out yourself. Something about the pressure and friction of your bits pushing and sliding against Sierra gave you a jolt of pure bliss that was as terrifying as it was euphoric. You breathe heavily through your mouth, feeling yourself begin to sweat, and you only just now notice that your big sis has her hand between her legs.
“What are you doing…?”
“Don’t you worry about me. Just keep rubbing on your little friend, kiddo.”
You whimper, looking back down at Sierra’s hard plastic eyes, where you can see a reflection of yourself. You don’t know why you feel so guilty, or why it feels so defiling towards him. You whisper softly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
You start to freak out when you feel yourself start to throb uncontrollably, like a muscle squeezing up on its own. You stop grinding and pull away, but the spasms don’t stop for another few seconds. “S-Sis, I think something’s wrong…! Feel like I’m gonna pee!”
“You’re okay, baby, I’ve got you…” She coos, stroking your reddened cheek with her free hand, getting something wet and sticky on your face. You look down at yourself, half expecting to see something terribly wrong with your body, seeing only how red and engorged you’ve become.
There’s a weird bead of goo on the tip of your kidparts, from the hole you pee from, and it smears and sticks to your bunny like snot. Barely a trickle of fluid, perfectly clear and shiny, but even that much seems to spread across his entire tummy. It makes you feel gross, and dirty. “Sis, what is this…”
She giggles smugly to herself. “Don’t worry about it kiddo, you just peed a tiny bit. You’re too little to make the real stuff.” She shifts herself around, one hand still in her underwear. “Go clean yourself up, big sis just needs to finish something real quick.”
You want to ask her what she’s doing, but you’re too eager for the opportunity to get out of this situation. You hop off the bed and pad over to the bathroom to wipe yourself and Sierra clean, and while you do, your childhood bed is stained with a malice that will haunt you to your grave.