"Okay, I think we've had a good session today." The badger woman brushed her hand along her long pink hair as she made another note in her notebook. The puppy on the lounge couch started to get up.

"I'm glad we talked, Dr. Poe. It's going to be a really busy week, so I'll have loads to tell you next time."

A look of an emotion crossed Dr. Poe's face. "Oh, um, it'll be a bit longer than that. I need to attend a conference next week, so I won't be here."

"Oh." the pup's face dimmed down o a look of disappointment. "I think I can wait that long…"

"I do have something for you, in the meantime." She reached into a closet. When she came out, she was holding what looked like somebody had taken her, squished her down to half her height, and replaced her flesh with softer materials.

That is, it was a plush of herself.

The dog looked at it in wonder. "Wow, where'd you get that? You're giving that to me?"

Dr. Poe allowed herself to smile. "I had a friend of mine make this. I knew you'd need me next week whether I was here or not, so this mini-me can sit in. You can talk to her like she was me. I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing hugs, either."

"I…" he blushed a bit. "I appreciate it. Don't you think I'm a bit too old for plushes though?"

Dr. Poe adjusted her glasses. "Do you think you are? I know people twice your age that still love plushes, Rob. It's far from anything to be ashamed of."

As little Robert "doomcup" Heimdallson picked up the plush, holding it around the torso with his arms, Dr. Sarah Poe kept a poker face on as well as she could, hiding that she could feel the hugging sensation. So that witch bird wasn't full of it after all.

She watched him leave, his huge cow mom ferrying him away.

This was going to be quite the dissertation if everything went as planned, Dr. Poe mused, feeling the sensation of being held on the boy's lap. Not only did whatever this magic was let her feel everything done to the doll, but also know who was doing it. All she had to do was feel out the data, take notes, and soon… maybe even the cover of all the trade magazines. The sky was the limit, or at least the bottom of the general aviation layer.

At the Heimdallson residence later, though, Rob walked into the house, Maja following not far behind. Sigrid, Rob's little sister, ran in to see them come back.

"Wow, that's a nice plush!" Sigrid nearly shouted in her excitement. "Where'd you get that? Did you go to the YesWeToys on the way back?"

"Nah, sis, this is a therapy tool Dr. Poe gave me. We did bring some pizza though. We each got our favorites; there's one pepperoni and one veggie lovers."

Suspicions of being left out of a toy shop stop all but assuaged, Sigrid had a closer look at the plush, taking a feel of its hair. "Is this what she looks like? No wonder you like going so much. So why did she give you this?"

"She's gonna be away next week, so I'm supposed to talk to this and stuff."

The cow girl chewed on this statement, before finally shrugging and deciding that pizza was more important than this conundrum.

And soon it was a week again. For Dr. Poe, a cab led to a hotel, and the hotel hallways led to a conference. She first had a seat. There were presentations to go through, but hers would come up soon.

A thousand miles away, Rob stared at the plush he was given. He looked in silence, squirming slightly. "I… wish you were actually here, but I guess this will have to do?" He shook his head, thankful that his sister was downstairs and didn't have to watch him try to talk to a plush. He tried to focus his imagination. It was Dr. Poe before him. It was.

The force of his make believe, his let's pretend, managed to get him to see the plush as the person she represented, for a bit. "Sis has been a little weird since you came home with us, actually." He rubbed his arm. "School has been okay. I can deal with the crowds a little better."

His imagination couldn't quite substitute for her, though. He couldn't keep to it. He quickly jumped onto the bed where the plush was.

It was funny, now that he got a very good look. The plush even had clothes like Dr. Poe. And you didn't usually have this kind of hair on a plush doll. It was so soft…

He felt a need, and started to undress the doll. He felt a little foolish about it. It was a plush. What was he expecting? And yet, he pulled off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt…

Were his eyes deceiving him? He parted the shirt, and staring back at him were two nipples on two full looking breasts. He'd never seen any actual anatomy on a plush before. 

Rob's doghood stirred in his pants. He felt their gravitational attraction. Like a dog possessed, he found his hands drawn to them. He gave them a squeeze.

Miles away, Dr. Poe was mid sentence, expounding on some insight that has driven her practice, when she felt hands massaging her own breasts. She kept up the stride, but only just. She hoped that nobody could see her face reddening from building arousal.

Back at the house, the young pup was feeling confusingly aroused. This felt real. Why did it feel so real to him?

He pulled the doll close, rubbing up against the plush's body, letting his hands walk and explore. Jacket and shirt fell in a pile to one side. He tipped the plush onto her back and raised her skirt. There was a pair of panties on the plush, which the boy pulled off.

Rob's face lit up in amazement. Never before had he seen a vagina on a plush. This had to be some kind of silicone. There was even some pink pubic fluff down there. The attention to detail was impressive.

He put his muzzle up against it. The smell was pleasant, and reminded him of Dr. Poe very strongly. He started to give the plush's pussy a lick.

Far away, the real Dr. Poe was thankful that she had reached the end of her thought before the sensations came flying in. She pretended to clear her throat while she bit a finger and squeezed her legs together. She could feel her panties getting moist from the arousal and stimulation. If only this had started an hour earlier or later! But she fought it, and started to continue her speech, thankful that she was on the last couple of paragraphs.

Rob climbed up onto the doll, his pants gone to let out his rock hard erection, which rubbed against the plush. As he did so, something about the plush's face caught his eye, something he hadn't noticed before.

An exploring thumb went over the plush's muzzle. There was a mouth there. "Mmmmh," the doggy moaned to himself, moving the tip of his erection to the plush's lips.

"And this concludes my presentation. Unfortunately, I feel ill and cannot take any questions at this ti- URK" Dr. Poe put a hand up to her mouth and got out of the convention hall as fast as possible, waving away all attempts at help. She made a mad dash for her hotel room, thankful that at least her lower erogenous zones were being ignored long enough for her to make it. Once the door was locked, she started removing her clothes, tossing them all in a pile as she got onto the bed. The sensation of Rob's cock in her mouth and throat was turning her on furiously, and she found herself caressing her breats and rubbing her mound as she enjoyed it. It really did feel like his dick was in her mouth, the knot bumping against her lips with each thrust.

Rob humped the plush's face, panting and moaning. "Ooooh Dr. Poe, yeaah~ your mouth feels so good…" He turned around and took hold of the plush's thighs while he once again used his tongue to sample the plush's pussy. His long dog tongue explored every contour, deep into it, while his turgid dog dong pushed further into the plush's throat.

Finally, he stopped for a moment. He didn't want to finish like this, not just yet. He pulled out of the plush's mouth and reoriented himself, taking hold of the plush by the hips.

In the far away hotel room, Dr. Poe caught her breath. While no dog cock had actually blocked her airway, her brain thought so, resulting in some lightheadedness as her airway had blocked itself. Her pussy was thoroughly soaked. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been turned on this much. She felt completely helpless against her patient's psychosomatic touch. She felt the hands grab her hips, and she felt the tip against her nether lips. "Do it Rob," she moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me now~"

As if answering the thousand miles away call, Rob shoved his cock inside. It felt so warm and real. It almost squeezed back against him. He almost came right then and there, but after a few moments found himself able to move. He started thrusting into the plush, his eyes locked with the bright eyes on her face. "Ohhh Dr. Poe," he moaned while he thrusted, "you feel amazing. It's almost like you're here. Nnnhhh, I so wish we could do this for real."

"Aaaahhhhn~ Oh Rob… we need to do this for reaalllhh~" Dr. Poe called to nobody as she felt the phantom cock pound away at her cunny, magnified by the size difference between the plush and her real self. She struggled to form coherent thoughts as she felt herself getting rutted by what felt like a giant. She pulled at her nipples from sheer pleasure.

Far away, the doggy boy hugged the plush close as he thrust into it over and over, pounding her deep and hard. No consciousness went into his actions anymore. Only animal lust and mating instinct were left in the little doggo's fuzzy brain. His hips moved like a pneumatic hammer, not stopping for anything, driven by the energy of youth and horniness.

In the hotel room, Dr. Poe laid flat on her back, her legs up, bouncing on the bed from the force. Her first and second orgasm had hit her one right after the other, making the bed a sopping mess from her squirting climaxes. The third one was on its way and threatened to take her already melting brain and turn it pure liquid. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth shaping the entire IPA's worth of vowels and consonants as she felt herself getting pounded deeply and relentlessly.

Finally, Rob couldn't ignore the mounting pressure, his inflating knot pressing against the doll's tight lips. With just a little more force, the knot went entirely inside and his powerful orgasm hit, making him fire spurt after spurt of hot dog cum into the plush. He howled and whined as he emptied his balls inside, filling it very full.

Dr. Poe, in the faraway hotel room, felt herself filled just barely to bursting with phantom cum. Her third orgasm soaked her brain, shook her body, and soaked the hotel bed even further. There was nothing left but the wonderful golden haze of afterglow. She felt herself of her own accord turn to her side on the bed, feeling the sensation of arms around her.

Back in the doggy boy's bedroom, Rob had turned the plush around on his knotted cock and hugged it close, and he drifted off to a post coital nap, snoring a little while cuddling the mini-doctor.

Somewhere else, a black, green, and purple crow panted to herself, cleaning up with paper towels. Sure, she probably should have told Dr. Poe that she could look in, too, but it didn't matter. What a hot show! She might have to pay the pupper a little visit herself...