The Labyrinth Hotel (18)

“Alright, let’s do this.” He told himself, and pushed the door open.

The room was dark. It was… comfy feeling too. Pascal peered in as the light from the hallway painted his shadow across the floor. There was a big bed in the room much like his, and a dresser drawer with a TV atop it too. So… basically the same layout as his room. But atop that bed was a big mass that he could barely make out.

“Hello?” He called out softly, but there was no response. The dog was curious though, what was on the bed? He stepped in fully and let the door close behind him. The room was still dark, but on the wall was a slider instead of a light switch. He pushed his fingers up against it and dimly lit the room, but still, one could sleep in this dim light.

As he stepped forward and craned his neck he could tell that whatever was on the bed was person shaped… it was just large. “Hello?” He called out again, and still no response. For some reason Pascal felt like tip toeing, but he thought that was a bit silly and instead just casually walked up to the bed. It was a bear!

“Oh wait” he said aloud as he looked over the fur. He noticed it was fluffy, but it had a unique sheen to it, not like real fur, but like fabric fur. “A… plushy?” He took another step forward, and placed a knee up on the bed. The bear was facing away from him, laying on its side with the back turned towards the door. There were covers over the lower half as if this was a sleeping person, but no, it was 100% a plushy. Pascal confirmed this as he peered over and got a look at the face. The eyes looked sewn shut, but he’d seen that kind of stuff before. As a plushy collector he had more than a couple ‘sleeping’ plush toys to snuggle at bedtime. He ran his hand over the big toy’s exposed shoulders. He even pressed in some, and sure enough it had give just like a fabric stuffed plush.

“Wow, this is… impressive!” he remarked. Pascal let out a soft sigh and leaned his body in, pressing it against the big bear toy’s side as he hugged it. This was wonderful, he’d seen some giant ones before but the detail and craftsmanship of this particular one was amazing. Perhaps this room was all about snuggling? The dalmatian loved that idea, and lifted himself back off. If he was gonna cuddle this toy, he was gonna do it right.

Pascal walked around to the other side where the big bear’s hand paws were slumped across the mattress. They were so mighty and large that they nearly left the bed entirely. Looking down, he could tell the plush's bottom half was well stuffed too, there was a big round curve for the rump, and those curves tapered down towards some covered up feet paws. The dog climbed into the bed once more, but this time he picked one of the arms up and draped it over him. The weight was incredible. But the cherry on top of this treat was the belly. It was so big and round. It was a big chubby bear belly, but stuffed to look like a rounded bear gut.

The dog wrapped his arms around the toy’s massive body, slipping himself under the covers too, and pressed his face into that big soft chest. There was some extra fluffy fur on the front that was just… heavenly. Pascal was getting so comfy so fast that he even felt his sheath fatten up a bit. It wasn’t even from arousal, he was just so overjoyed to have this big bear plush all to himself. He snuggled up tight and gave it a squeeze, smiling and closing his eyes as he nuzzled in.

“Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be so bad. What a wonderful papa bear plushy…” He rubbed his hands over the chubby love handles and down onto the belly, and to his surprise the toy even had an innie! His fingers grazed over it. “Maybe this would be the perfect belly to hump…” he muttered softly to himself. “If only there was an attachment to bounce… on?” Pascal stopped nuzzling for a moment. His foot paws had been feeling along the bear’s thick legs when suddenly his knee bumped something distinctly not fluffy. “Wait, no way.” The dog reached down and sure enough, just below that big fluffy gut, he felt flesh. Or, well, what felt like flesh. It must have been the world’s most amazing silicone ever because as his hand felt over what he assumed was a penis he was stunned at how realistic it felt. The skin actually felt like skin, not some synthetic rubber. But just as he was about to lift the covers the dog was suddenly frozen in place. His hand, sitting atop and feeling over the toy’s penis, felt it move. It wasn’t shifting because Pascal had disturbed it, it was pulsing.

“Wait, why is it…” The dog rubbed his hand down the length as the shaft unmistakably began to grow erect. It swelled and bulged, pulsing, growing against Pascal’s fingers and pushing them upwards. The dog was completely stunned and silent as the big shaft grew and poked between his thighs, then surged upwards with a mighty throb and wedged itself between his legs. It pulsed upwards against the dog’s balls.

“It… has a working penis?” Pascal asked in a whisper to himself.

“It has a working everything.” A deep rumbling voice said from above him.

Pascal’s eyes opened wide. He was suddenly very aware of his heart beat as it raced in his chest. Had he just… no, there was no way he made that mistake. He saw the plush’s face. But Pascal gulped, and slowly looked upwards. There, looking back down at him, was the face of a living bear plushy. What he’d mistaken before for sewn shut eyes was nothing more than expertly stitched lids, and now they were open. The whites of the bear’s eyes glistened as he smiled down at the dog warmly.

“Well hello there cutie~” The voice rumbled out again.

“H-h-hi, um…” Pascal gulped again, realizing there was a very heavy bear arm draped over him, and a very thick erection throbbing between his thighs. “I-I’m so sorry, I could have sworn you were…”

“Just a toy, I know, I heard. But you snuggled so well, why stop you?” The bear asked. His ears perked as he noticed something against his chest was thudding. It was the dog’s heartbeat. The big living plush began to rub his hand against the dalmatian’s back. “Don’t worry, you’ve done nothing wrong. What’s your name pup?”

Pascal’s fur was standing on end from embarrassment and slight fear over the situation, he’d never crawled into bed with a stranger and just began to feel them up. He was forward, sure, but not rude. Then again, this was The Labyrinth. That one thought helped him, and the bear’s rubbing soothed him.

“P-Pascal, sir.” His eyes widened again and his cheeks blushed. He’d just casually let SIR slip out? SIR?! His brain was going a mile a minute! How could he have just… how was he already in full puppy mode? He listened as the big bear chuckled and felt as that big gut pushed against his with each exhale.

“My my, I thought I was dreaming before, and here I wake up to something sweeter? And his name is Pascal… yeah… that’s got a nice ring to it. Pascal~” The bear said his name with a smooth exhale. “Hey that’s french ain’t it?” The bear was very friendly, but Pascal was still so wrapped up in how this was unfolding. He nodded though. He couldn’t get a single syllable out.

“Yeah, that language of love, and what a lovely name it is for a cute pup like you.” The bear brought his hand back up, removing his arm from the dog for a moment as he placed a finger tip under his chin, angling it up to make better eye contact. “My name’s Bash, but you know what pup, you can call me that, or the other name you mentioned earlier. What was it… Papa Bear?”

Pascal let out a soft whine, his tail completely betrayed him as it began to wag under the covers. “Aw, now ain’t that cute, look at that little tail just a waggin for papa bear.”

Pascal’s could swear the blush on his cheeks was going to give him a fever. He could feel how flushed they were. His anxiety over making such a remarkable mistake was quickly turning back into enjoyment though as this big bear cooed down at him and treated him just how he wanted to be treated… like a good boy.

“C’mere, I know, you thought you were all alone and now you aren’t, but hey isn’t this better? Now instead of just a big lump, you’ve got a big plushy bear to snuggle you back. I bet none of your toys at home ever did that now did they?”

Pascal shook his head. “N-no, they didn’t.” He slowly started to sink into the bear more as he pulled himself back in, wrapping his arms around Bash’s torso again. He wanted this bear. He wanted him bad. And Bash smiled in response with the warmest grin.

“There you go… give me a big ol’ bear hug.” Bash returned the favor and pulled Pascal in tight, squishing the dog into his soft fabric. And then that big fat bear penis throbbed again. “Oh and uh, thanks for the wood too pup.” Bash winked down. Pascal realized there was nothing to fear. He was in heaven. This was bliss.

“You’re welcome, papa bear~”