Bedtime Fantasies Stuffed Animal Wrestling

These stories are always fun but challenging to write. I wrote a college girl play-wrestling a stuffed bear super early into the patreon, just as an experiment. I ended up doing a couple commissions of the same sort, and they’re fun but odd to do. Connie the Ditzy Dom has messed around with her toy bear Subby before in a similar but more overtly sexy way too.

The difficulty is there’s toeing that line of reality and fake. It’s getting the move and scene across while also pointing out how they do it without bogging things down with the details. When do you say “they did a body splash off the top rope” and “Jenny discretely lifted it onto the turnbuckle and threw them off?”

Using stuffed animals to humiliate or wrestle another person comes with this hot inherent humiliation to it while also being ultimately harmless. No questions of consent when it’s a stuffed monkey involved and it’s inherently cute but demeaning.

Fans logged in early to make sure they caught the latest stream on SimpSity. Bedtime Fantasies Wrestling was a cult hit among wrestling fetish fans, creating a fascinating mix of the expected fighting, humiliation, and generally exhibitionist ladies.

The usual warning screen faded in and out, insisting that all (human) competitors were over 18 and that sharing the video was illegal and only for adults and so on. Then some generic rock music played over a quick highlight reel of previous matches. It was a new touch, since they were still a fairly new account/league, but it caught some of their more impressive scenes: an older woman reaching to tag in her son as a stuffed tiger hugged around her leg, holding her back in a submission hold. A younger girl in her twenties traded heavy forearms with her opponent, really selling the impact of a wolf plush’s blows. A girl was laid out in the middle of the ring as a large stuffed elephant seemed to leap off the top rope and crush her with a bed-shaking body splash.

The BFW logo appeared, framed by a silhouette of a naked woman on one side and an anthropomorphic teddy bear in a bikini on the other. Anyone who wasn’t a fan or at least read the group’s description knew by now that it was focused on staging matches between amateur wrestlers and stuffed animals. There was the occasional bit of half-assed puppetry or required suspended disbelief at things like a KOed woman’s arms moving with her opponent or a “stagehand” wandering by to adjust one of the stuffed fighters, but for the most part they put a lot of effort into their shows to sell them as best they could.

The camera faded back in to show the large bed in the middle of the usual arena/bedroom. It was surrounded by prop ring ropes to make it look more convincing, and the camera was placed high enough that they didn’t interfere with the view while also giving a little more leeway on how to manipulate the inanimate wrestlers. The chat broke into expectations and requests for the night’s show as the match was announced.

“It’s time for tonight’s opening match!” a young man’s voice declared from somewhere off camera. “Introducing first from the rookie division, it’s Mickyyyy the Monkey!”

Moving in from just off camera, a stuffed brown monkey around 4 feet tall and wearing black briefs came hopping towards the ring. Some jungle drums played over the speakers as his limp and fluffy arms raised and flexed for the imaginary crowd. He flipped nearly over the top ropes, showing his agility as he landed sitting in his corner. A stooping assistant adjusted him subtly to stand up in his corner, leaning on the ropes as if it were out of comfort rather than the only thing holding him upright.

“And his opponent! Also from the rookie division. At 5’5” and 200 pounds, it’s “Juicy” Jane!” the announcer went on.

The camera turned to focus on the other side of the ring where the actual person wrestler entered. Jane was a heavyset girl who had fortunately developed enough of that weight into her hips and breasts to make it more than tolerable on her part. She had bushy red hair and light freckles spread over her skin, which was shown off with a small blue thong bikini. She raised up her hands and shook her busty bosom for the camera to her peppier pop intro. She stepped onto the ring apron and squeezed between the ropes, leaning on her knees to bend over readily while showing off her ass and cleavage.

The bell sounded from somewhere off camera and Jane came out aggressively after Micky. The bigger girl grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him back into his corner, slamming a few forearms into the limply smiling toy that sent his head flopping with every hit.

“Jane is showing off her power already by forcing Micky back into his corner! Ref’s calling for her to back off. 1! 2! 3! 4!” the announcer called out theatrically.

Jane backed off at the last moment, huffing and brushing back her hair as she leaned on the ropes to hold Micky up. She let him hang on the top ropes before she came back for another piece of him. As Jane grabbed him by the ears, her free hand grabbed his leg as subtle as she could and swung it up, nailing herself in the chin like Micky had suddenly kicked her. Jane grunted to sell the move as she stumbled away, clutching her face in surprise as she pulled on Micky to follow her.

“Looks like Micky’s not done yet! He’s up to his usual dirty tricks!” the announcer explained as the monkey seemed to hop onto Jane’s back. It wrapped its long arms around her neck and pulled them tightly shut, getting the bigger girl to gasp and stumble around the ring. She clutched at her throat, pretending to pull at them while she was really holding them in place. She fell to her knees gagging as her tongue rolled out from the early chokehold, giving the camera a good look at her getting taken down by a toy.

Micky seemed to regain his confidence quickly, reaching around to Jane’s face and dragging his fingers up her face.

“And Micky sneaks in a face claw while the ref’s not looking! He’s making sure to show size isn’t everything in this matchup!”

The chubby redhead shrieked at his cruel move until he rakes his fingers across her eyes. Jane let go of his arm with one hand to clutch her face as he dug the choke in deeper. She played up her pain as she dropped to the mats, released from his hold as she stomped her feet on the mats to vent some of the pain and frustration.

Micky either ignored or enjoyed her suffering as he hopped behind her and jumped off the mats, slamming a leg drop down on her tits. Jane huffed and wobbled on her back, jiggling her jugs around as she writhed. She was still moaning and rubbing her chest as the monkey grabbed her arm (and vice versa) as he rolled her onto her stomach.

“No… oh fuck! No noooo AHHH!” Jane wailed as Micky bent her arm back. He dug his fluffy knee into the back of her elbow, adding more painful leverage to the stuffed animal’s hold. Jane was just wide eyed and flopping on the mats/mattress, beating her fist on it as she screamed in pain.

The ape finally let go of the hold, allowing Jane to roll on the mat clutching her arm. She was too caught up in her pain to stop him as she made him hop in behind her and fiddle with something behind her.

“No! No, wait!” Jane yelled as she tried to grab at her bikini top. The quick motion actually helped him slip it off and she pretended to try and wrench it from Micky’s hands as he held her top triumphantly over her head. She struggled theatrically to try and get it back while just exposing and jiggling her naked jugs to the audience.

Micky’s limp arms looped her bikini top around his opponent’s neck before pulling it up sharply. Jane gagged noisily, grabbing at the swimsuit rather than bother to cover up her chest. She helped the toy pull it on tighter as her face started to turn red, gasping and drooling as she struggled against the cruel choke. The mounted monkey’s bulge just ground against her ass as she failed to escape until he seemed to let go of his own accord.

Jane flopped to the bed, the topless wrestler gasping and moaning in a clearly battered state. Micky hopped up beside her, burying a fluffy paw in her hair and dragging her into a corner. Jane moaned and crawled after him, giving the camera a good look at her hanging breasts and wide ass.

Micky gave Jane’s face a quick slam against the turnbuckle before he started climbing them. He dragged Jane up to her feet again, holding the redhead’s face against his crotch as he set up for a top rope move. Jane suddenly let out an angry growl and wrapped her arms around his legs, shaking him around like he was panicking before she spun around and power bombed the monkey into the bed. She bounced back up with a creak of the bedsprings as they both flopped apart. Jane’s breasts heaved with effort as she rubbed her neck, but Micky wasn’t even moving. It seemed to be on purpose this time, at least.

Jane crawled over to the monkey and tossed a leg across his middle mounting him and flexing briefly for the crowd.

“You want some of this? Huh?” she taunted Micky, cupping her plump breasts before she leaned over him. She mashed her tits into his face, making sure the camera could get a good closeup of the action as her soft boobs molded over his muzzle. The monkey shook and struggled weakly beneath her but her big bust seemed inescapable. Jane panted as she broke into a proud grin, seeming to finally turn the tide.

The dirty-fighting monkey still had more tricks up its non-existent sleeves. Jane’s smiling face suddenly turned to shock as her mouth hung open. The camera zoomed out to show her grabbing at her thighs as she held Micky’s leg, bashing its knee a few times up into her crotch. Jane tumbled off him, breaking her smother too cup her pussy and kick her feet from the intense pain.

She spared one hand to manipulate her opponent, making Micky climb over to her and deliver a few stomps to her soft midsection. Jane grunted and jiggled before she was kicked over onto her belly, moving Micky to straddle her lower back. She shook her head desperately, gasping out a few quick “Nooo”s bending her leg up behind her back. She pushed it into Micky’s hands, draping its arm over it like it was putting her in a submission hold. She shrieked in pain and beat her fists on the mats, pulled into a mock boston crab as the monkey forced her legs to spread apart. She was still wailing from the hold itself when its loosely flopping tail fell past her face.

“No! Ref! Ref sto-ACKK!” She pretended to try and push away the tail before she wrapped it around her neck. She gagged and rolled her eyes again, hanging out her tongue as she slapped the mats to try and shake herself free. Finding herself breathless and at the monkey’s mercy once again, Jane’s struggles quickly started growing weaker and more pathetic as she started to fall limp.

By the time Micky released her, she was moaning and weakly trying just to get to her hands and knees. She used a free hand to let the monkey rise and grab her hair, throwing her into the nearby corner. Jane slumped pathetically into it, slumping against the turnbuckle with her arms over the middle ropes. Her hands worked just off camera to pull Micky in closer and tug down his wrestling briefs, revealing that he had a small red strapon buckled around his hips.

“Ohhh… what the fuck… please! Wait a MMMF!”

The monkey’s legs were wrapped around her head as it thrust into her mouth. Jane’s eyes went wide as she made it hump her face, thrusting its hard little dick deep into her face. Her eyes rolled and she moaned and drooled to exaggerate its size, pushing its hips to let it fuck her silly in front of the camera. She shuddered a few times as she pretended to push and paw at it in a feeble struggle, just to hit the small switch on the side of the strapon. It triggered the thick cream stored inside the sex toy, making it look like the stuffed monkey came in her mouth and left it running down her chin.

Jane collapsed weakly into the corner, drooling the fake cum and looking smothered out by his cock. Micky humped her a few more times for his own amusement before throwing her out towards the middle of the ring. He sat on her face and she tipped his arm up into a limp flex as someone counted off the 3-count off camera. The bell rang as Jane weakly rolled to one side, letting her slip Micky out of the ring before fading out for the next match.

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“For our last match of the night, we have a grudge match! Entering first at 5’9 and 165 lbs is ‘Mighty Milf’ Brenda!”

The older woman entered in a tight green leotard, showing off her lean muscle and full but perky breasts. She kept herself in good shape and her short and light brown hair gave her a sporty look. She gave the crowd a quick flex of her taut biceps as she settled into one corner.

“And her opponent! Accompanied by Brenda’s son Alan, the former heavyweight champion Moonaaaa!”

A young man with hair much like Brenda’s entered wearing black leather briefs and a spiked collar with a chain attached. He hunched down humbly behind a large stuffed cow dressed up in a black leather corset. Her chest had been filled with extra stuffing to give her a bustier look, technically moreso than Brenda. The chat buzzed about the earlier show where Alan had lost to Moona in a “winner owns the loser” match and had supposedly been the cow’s sex slave ever since. Brenda was out for payback against the cow dominatrix.

Moona unclipped the leash from Alan as he helped place her in the ring. It was a trick they tried to use sparingly in the BFW to give a character a coach or ringside assistant, since it made things especially easy by having them help puppet the toy from off camera.

Brenda came out with a vengeance as she rushed across the ring, starting out hot as she bashed Moona with a few heavy forearms to the head. The 5-foot toy cow paid her back with a fluffy fist to the stomach, winding the human milf long enough to wrap her arms around her middle. Brenda appeared to try and force them off while holding them in place, suddenly screaming as she mimed out getting a bearhug. She stood up on her tip toes, pretending to be lifted and squeezed tightly as she gripped the ropes for balance. She shook herself around, letting the fluffy breasts on Moona grind over hers before hopping up and slamming herself back first onto the mats. Brenda winced and clutched her back but bucked up quickly, pushing Moon away.

While Brenda was still wincing, Alan moved Moona around to showboat and cup her breasts for the audience. She came back with a dropkick at Brenda’s head, sending the mom stumbling off into the ropes. She held onto the bottom rope, trying to push herself back up when Moona suddenly mounted the back of her head. Brenda’s eyes went wide with shock as the cow choked her over the bottom rope right in front of the camera, Alan watching surprised as well nearby. Brenda thrashed for a bit before a ref off camera counted down the rope break and Moona hopped back quickly, allowing Brenda to rub her neck and ease her way back up.

Brenda moved Moona’s hand for another big punch but she blocked it with her other hand.

“You give me back my son, you bitch!” the human demanded, throwing a kick up between the corseted cow’s legs. Moona hit the bed hard as she collapsed in front of her, with Brenda grabbing her by the horns and lifting her up onto her shoulders. With a grunt of effort, the milf grabbed Moona’s neck and thighs to stretch her out in a back breaker. She’d nudge her legs or head to make the silent cow thrash and struggle helplessly in the powerful mom’s hold. Brenda grit her teeth and flexed to make her chest bounce for the camera, showing off her victim for the cheering chat before she fell backward, slamming the cow wrestler to the mats.

Brenda leaned onto her and went for a pin, barely getting to two before Moona broke free. Brenda was quick to grab her again, taking one of her arms and bending it behind her head. The sitting arm bar stretched Moona’s arm until fans could make out the stitching, thrashing and jiggling in place trying to escape. The cow could almost reach the ropes before Brenda pulled her back away, keeping her from breaking the hold.

Moon held out an arm, waving it vaguely at Alan. The boy hesitated before he took off his spiked collar and passed it off to her. The dominatrix cow wrapped it around her fist and suddenly punched overhead into Brenda’s ace, sending her falling hard to the bed. The milf gawked and rubbed her jaw as she pushed Moona away, but Alan took control of the toy to have her lean into the ropes and come springing back at her. A diving body splash took Brenda to the mats, laying on top of her with her big udders in the milf’s face.

The pin got dangerously close to 3 before Brenda bucked out, but Moona was intent on staying in control. She forced the mom to sit up and face the camera, sliding in behind her as her fluffy hands swung around Brenda’s torso. They tore down her leotard, ripping the thin fabric in half down her front as Brenda gasped in a weakened daze. She tried to cover up but the cow’s hands replaced hers, slowly dragging across her chest.

“AGHHH! MY TITS! FUCK, MY TITS!” Brenda howled, thrashing in the toy’s imagined scratching. She kicked wildly and shook her head, but Moona just reached lower to dig her imaginary nails into her twat as well. Brenda’s eyes watered as she screamed and thrashed, trying desperately to escape.

She finally got the angle to slam an elbow back into Moona’s face, nailing her with a few hits before she wrapped an arm around her neck. She sat up and dropped back down, hitting her with a quick stunner that bounced the cow’s face off her shoulder. Brenda paused a bit to rub her reddened breasts before she pounced on the cow, the practically naked milf unleashing a barrage of strong and hateful blows. Moona’s head flopped back and forth from the beating until she managed to slide out from under her. She went crawling for the ropes but Brenda left her on all fours as she ran after her. She slammed a low kick in between the cow’s legs, knocking her out of the ring with the power of her cunt punt. Alan ran over to her quickly as Brenda caught her breath in the ring, calling her out and pacing readily as she tossed off her ruined leotard.

“Come on, you fat dairy bitch! Get back in here!” Brenda demanded breathlessly.

Alan seemed to aid the cow back to her feet before she slid back in, getting some dirty looks from Brenda before she went back at Moona. The cow ducked under an attempted clothesline and speared the mom around the middle, tackling her to the mats. Brenda landed on her ass before she wrapped her arms around Moona’s middle, dragging her back up to her feet. Her muscles tensed all over to show off her power as the mom lifted and suplexed the heavy toy to the mats. The bed creaked and bounced from the impact as she rolled over and sat on the cow’s face. Her bare pussy smothered out its muzzle, grinding her wet snatch roughly as she started to punch and claw at the dom’s fully stuffed tits.

She finally grabbed Moona by the legs, sitting on her face as she bent her into a matchbook pin. The cow kicked frantically, but the 3-count marked it as her pin. The bell rang as Brenda stood up, pumping a fist into the air in triumph. Her eyes went to her captive son and waved a hand to him, inviting him into the ring. Alan stepped in warily as she held out her arms, looking relieved and hugging her reunited family.

Alan hugged her back, just to suddenly push her away. Brenda looked momentarily shocked before Alan charged her and slammed her in her naked chest with a clothesline. The chat blew up in surprise as he turned on his mom, starting to stomp Brenda into the bed as he lifted Moona back to her feet. The dom cow help stomp her foe bitterly into the bed as fans wondered what she had done to corrupt the boy into turning on his own mother.

A hasty brawl broke out as some other stuffed animals were tossed into the ring, breaking it up in a mix of security and ambushes in the form of other human wrestlers and toy ones alike pulling the post-match beating apart. The screen faded out again on the wild mess of masochistic poser-wrestlers and the toys they used to humiliate themselves on camera.

The fans pitched their wishes and ideas for upcoming matches and storylines as the video feed died down, letting the wrestlers (and sometimes their stuffed equivalent’s “handlers” posing as them) started fielding questions and catering to the fans. The shorter show left them thirsty for more and they were already trying to plan out what to do next in their next episode. The ending logo faded back onto the screen:

“Bedtime Fantasies Wrestling; Just as real as actual wrestling.”