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An idea inspired partially by my first experience getting a fursuit hug, and partially by a twitter post from Ethcat. Feel free to check them out after you read this!
A year ago, if you'd asked Dylan what he thought the apocalypse would look like, he'd have given you many different possible scenarios. Fire, floods, nuclear war, asteroids, zombies, plague, maybe even all of the above at once if the universe was feeling particularly cruel.
He never once, for even a second, thought that it would be plushies.
The entire concept seemed laughable on its face, and even now Dylan found himself struggling to accept the ridiculousness of it all. 10-foot-tall stuffed animals of every conceivable species toddling around, their high-pitched voices giggling in childlike glee, unable to speak except for the words “huggle”, “snuggle”, “cuddle”, and various combinations and variations on those three. And yet, in practice, it was terrifying. For one, they were apparently indestructible; fire? Nope. He'd seen one fall into a vat of molten steel at a mill that had been overrun, and climb right out no worse for the wear. Bullets? Nu-uh. They just bounced off with all the force and impact of a ping-pong ball hitting a pillow. Hell, he'd seen a semi truck barrel into one at 80 miles per hour; not only did it survive the initial impact and try to climb up the hood and attack the driver, even when it lost its grip and got run over it just picked itself right back up with a giggle as if it were all part of a fun game. They didn't need to eat or sleep, either—at least Dylan didn't ever see one do anything of the sort—but beyond dropping nukes, he doubted anything would stop them. And he was starting to lean on nukes being a bust, too. But the fact they were virtually impossible to even remotely harm wasn't enough. No, whatever insane Lovecraftian deity came up with this stupid apocalypse decided to add a bit of zombie horror to the mix. Whenever the plushies saw a human, they would rush the poor sap, snatch them up into a big hug, then vanish in a pillar of light. And a few days later, they'd be back to that spot, plus one more plushie. It didn't take long for people to put two and two together and realize that the things were turning their victims into more of them. The only saving grace humanity had at this point was that the things were apparently dumb as a rock—though they seemed to have just enough intelligence for simple tool use, they'd get distracted by the need to hug each other, get fooled by a store mannequin clumsily disguised as a human, fall into obvious traps, and other such things. It never stopped them for long, but it at least allowed fortifications and plush-free settlements to be made, surrounded by such countermeasures and walls at least 20 feet high.
It was Dylan's job to guard one of those very settlements; every third night it was his turn to patrol the no-man's-land outside the walls, making sure all the traps and distractions were still working properly, and watching for any sign that the plushies were going to swarm. The only defense available was a PVC pipe air cannon that would knock the damn things off their feet and onto their backs—which generally gave you a few seconds before the target could get back up—but beyond that the standard protocol to spotting or being spotted by one was to run your ass off and hope for the best.
“Ugh,” a nearby voice griped, “why did I trade this for latrine maintenance?”
Dylan rolled his eyes at Eddie, his only backup on this patrol. “Hey, at least you'd only have to worry about the smell as opposed to potentially getting turned into a giant giggling idiot.”
Eddie raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “So why are you worried? It's not like there'd be much of a difference from what you are now.”
“Har har. I'm gonna check the pit trap over by that house; cover me and keep watch, will ya?”
“Just don't take too long,” replied Eddie. “I want to get this done as fast as possible. I hate it out here.”
“You and me both, pAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Dylan's sentence was interrupted by him clumsily stepping into a much-better disguised pit trap a few feet away from the one he was approaching.
“Dylan! Dylan! Are you alright, man?!”
“Yeah,” he groaned, rubbing his backside, “All I broke was my pride...” Looking around, he sighed in defeat at the steep walls of the pit, too high and too steep to climb out unassisted. “Hey, could you look for a rope or something to lower down here so I can get out?”
Eddie nodded. “Sure thing, just promise me you won't go anywhere.”
“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN—aw, hell...” Dylan snarled as he heard his comrade run off. I will never live this down, he thought.
After the first few minutes, Dylan thought Eddie was just having trouble finding anything. As the hour mark approached, he began to worry that his 'friend' had left him to his fate. By the third hour, Dylan was legitimately frightened for Eddie—had he been caught? What if no one came to rescue him? Or worse, what if one of those things stumbled into the pit with him? Finally, after what seemed an eternity, a rope was gently lowered into the pit. “About damn time, you stupid motherf—”
Dylan's words died on his lips as soon as he saw the identity of his rescuer. Instead of his friend, a 10-foot yellow bunny held onto the end of the rope.
“Huggle? Cuddle wuddle!”
With speed he didn't know he possessed, he grabbed his air cannon and fired, sending the rabbit flying back as he ran for his life. Suddenly, his path was barred by a plush elephant, its trunk ready to pull him into its embrace as it gave a dopey laugh. “Guh-huh! Snuggly-wuggly huggy cuddle!”
He only barely managed to duck the attempted capture and run past when the rabbit from before landed in front of him with a bounce, having used its superior agility and leaping ability to trap him. Before he could fire again, the pair launched themselves at him from both sides, enveloping him in soft plush material as a blinding light took him out of consciousness.
Dylan woke up in a strange, cubelike chamber; the walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the same soft substance as the plushies themselves, and each one was a different shade of your basic pastel colors. The only objects aside from himself were large spheres, pyramids, and cube-shaped objects made of the plush material. The only door he could see was likewise plush, with no visible way of opening it and a small slot at the bottom. Above it all, an obnoxious, endless music box melody was playing from somewhere. This is obviously some sort of holding cell where they wait for my turn to be assimilated, Dylan reasoned. He wasn't going to give up hope; to his knowledge, no one had ever successfully escaped the creatures after being abducted, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. He just had to keep his sanity intact as he waited for the first opportunity that presented itself. Okay, first off, let's see if I can find out anything more about this stupid room... After about an hour of careful examination, he found little of interest or use. Clearly, the door was the only way in or out. Perhaps he could hide behind one of the objects, or use one to distract the creatures into hugging it instead of him when they came...
Suddenly, movement at the door slot caught his eye; turning to look, he saw a plastic food tray with some strange cotton candy-like material on it. Upon closer inspection, the meal—assuming that's what it was supposed to be—looked like three multi-colored cotton balls the size of bread rolls, a sugary scent coming off of them. Well, better than starving to death, and I definitely won't be in any shape to escape if I starve myself to weakness... Grabbing one and popping it into his mouth, Dylan found himself completely unprepared for the taste. It was like chocolate, like maple syrup, like ice cream, like cake, like every sugary sweet substance ever made all at once, and yet unlike any of them. In short, it was beyond delicious, and without so much as a second's hesitation he immediately devoured the other two. The taste lingered on his tongue for a blissfully long time, and the resulting food coma nearly caused him to black out again before he came to his senses.
The next few days were much the same as the first; he'd wake up in the room, eat the bizarre fluffy meal, enjoy the taste for a few minutes, then either loll around and wait for the next meal or attempt to get some form of sleep. Strangely enough, he found himself not needing anything to drink, or needing to go to the bathroom at any time. At first, this worried him for some reason he couldn't fathom... but with each passing meal he worried about it less and less. Boredom slowly ceased to be an issue as well; there wasn't much to do beyond messing with the large plush objects, but over time any activity he could find with them became rather enjoyable. The lovely taste of the food lasted longer and longer with each meal as well; eventually, he didn't even notice that they had stopped feeding him at all, as the taste became seemingly permanent, a constant pleasant and nearly overwhelming joy to his taste buds. Even the music started to grow on him; he had to admit, it was kind of catchy, and he found himself hopping and bouncing around the room to it more than once, giggling as he hummed along to it.
At last, a day came when he awoke to an open door; he rushed through it into an equally-plush hallway, not quite knowing where he was going—and no longer truly knowing WHY he was leaving that room. A few blind turns later, he found himself in a massive chamber filled with the plush creatures, standing around a massive teddy bear. Unlike the rest, though, the teddy bear wasn't alive—it was apparently hollow, and lined with what seemed to be a material that looked a million times as soft as anything else. Dylan's diminished mental capacity prevented him from doing anything but rushing straight over and practically diving into the open “suit”, after which he felt it being sewn shut, trapping him inside. To his amazement, he could see quite easily out of the eyes, and there was no trouble breathing. The material was so thick that it left not a molecule of air between itself and him, and yet it didn't feel like it was crushing him—in fact, it felt like a full-body huggle...
“Huggle!”
Dylan turned in the suit to see one of the creatures opening its arms as if to offer a cuddle. Without a second thought, he obliged, feeling a pleasant tingle in his head as he giggled.
“Snuggly-hug! Cuddle-wuddle-huggle-snuggy!”
To his amazement, Dylan somehow understood the nonsensical phrase as if it were perfect English: “No brains, no thoughts! Only fluff and plushie hugs!” Yes, that made sense. It made so much sense. What good was thinking? So much hugging to do! It felt like his brain was filled with fluffy puffballs like the ones he'd eaten. Everything was soft, fuzzy, fluffy, cuddly-wuddly...
“Heehee! Huggy-snuggy!”
The phrase came out almost on its own, and saying it sent further tingles across his body. He went towards another plush for a hug and a cuddle, then another one, then several at once... as the snugglefest continued, he felt less and less like he was wearing a plush costume and more like he was the costume, the soft outer material his skin, the giant toony eyes being his own. In fact, his original body had been slowly turning to a cotton stuffing-like material from the inside out ever since his first meal there. Now that he was in the final stages, he was too far gone to even begin to notice.
“Hug-snug-cuddle! Snuggy-huggly wuggly-snug!”
“Hugging is fun! Fluff and love and giggling and stuffy, fluffy, cuddle-brain!”
Dylan giggled and chuckled, his voice now sounding high-pitched and beyond idiotic as he responded to his current hug-buddy. “Snuggle-wug! Huggle-wuggle, cuddly-snuggy hug hug cuddle! Cuddly-cuddly-snuggy-wuggy-wuggy huggle!” Yes, fluff and hugs! Brains bad, hugs good! Find humans and hug and cuddle and make them silly and fluffy like us!
Without a care in its fluffy, cottony head, the new plushie—as nameless and stupid as the rest—returned to the human world in a flash of light, ready to spread the joy to the rest of the planet.
A year ago, if you'd asked Dylan what he thought the apocalypse would look like, he'd have given you many different possible scenarios. Fire, floods, nuclear war, asteroids, zombies, plague, maybe even all of the above at once if the universe was feeling particularly cruel.
He never once, for even a second, thought that it would be plushies.
The entire concept seemed laughable on its face, and even now Dylan found himself struggling to accept the ridiculousness of it all. 10-foot-tall stuffed animals of every conceivable species toddling around, their high-pitched voices giggling in childlike glee, unable to speak except for the words “huggle”, “snuggle”, “cuddle”, and various combinations and variations on those three. And yet, in practice, it was terrifying. For one, they were apparently indestructible; fire? Nope. He'd seen one fall into a vat of molten steel at a mill that had been overrun, and climb right out no worse for the wear. Bullets? Nu-uh. They just bounced off with all the force and impact of a ping-pong ball hitting a pillow. Hell, he'd seen a semi truck barrel into one at 80 miles per hour; not only did it survive the initial impact and try to climb up the hood and attack the driver, even when it lost its grip and got run over it just picked itself right back up with a giggle as if it were all part of a fun game. They didn't need to eat or sleep, either—at least Dylan didn't ever see one do anything of the sort—but beyond dropping nukes, he doubted anything would stop them. And he was starting to lean on nukes being a bust, too. But the fact they were virtually impossible to even remotely harm wasn't enough. No, whatever insane Lovecraftian deity came up with this stupid apocalypse decided to add a bit of zombie horror to the mix. Whenever the plushies saw a human, they would rush the poor sap, snatch them up into a big hug, then vanish in a pillar of light. And a few days later, they'd be back to that spot, plus one more plushie. It didn't take long for people to put two and two together and realize that the things were turning their victims into more of them. The only saving grace humanity had at this point was that the things were apparently dumb as a rock—though they seemed to have just enough intelligence for simple tool use, they'd get distracted by the need to hug each other, get fooled by a store mannequin clumsily disguised as a human, fall into obvious traps, and other such things. It never stopped them for long, but it at least allowed fortifications and plush-free settlements to be made, surrounded by such countermeasures and walls at least 20 feet high.
It was Dylan's job to guard one of those very settlements; every third night it was his turn to patrol the no-man's-land outside the walls, making sure all the traps and distractions were still working properly, and watching for any sign that the plushies were going to swarm. The only defense available was a PVC pipe air cannon that would knock the damn things off their feet and onto their backs—which generally gave you a few seconds before the target could get back up—but beyond that the standard protocol to spotting or being spotted by one was to run your ass off and hope for the best.
“Ugh,” a nearby voice griped, “why did I trade this for latrine maintenance?”
Dylan rolled his eyes at Eddie, his only backup on this patrol. “Hey, at least you'd only have to worry about the smell as opposed to potentially getting turned into a giant giggling idiot.”
Eddie raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “So why are you worried? It's not like there'd be much of a difference from what you are now.”
“Har har. I'm gonna check the pit trap over by that house; cover me and keep watch, will ya?”
“Just don't take too long,” replied Eddie. “I want to get this done as fast as possible. I hate it out here.”
“You and me both, pAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Dylan's sentence was interrupted by him clumsily stepping into a much-better disguised pit trap a few feet away from the one he was approaching.
“Dylan! Dylan! Are you alright, man?!”
“Yeah,” he groaned, rubbing his backside, “All I broke was my pride...” Looking around, he sighed in defeat at the steep walls of the pit, too high and too steep to climb out unassisted. “Hey, could you look for a rope or something to lower down here so I can get out?”
Eddie nodded. “Sure thing, just promise me you won't go anywhere.”
“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN—aw, hell...” Dylan snarled as he heard his comrade run off. I will never live this down, he thought.
After the first few minutes, Dylan thought Eddie was just having trouble finding anything. As the hour mark approached, he began to worry that his 'friend' had left him to his fate. By the third hour, Dylan was legitimately frightened for Eddie—had he been caught? What if no one came to rescue him? Or worse, what if one of those things stumbled into the pit with him? Finally, after what seemed an eternity, a rope was gently lowered into the pit. “About damn time, you stupid motherf—”
Dylan's words died on his lips as soon as he saw the identity of his rescuer. Instead of his friend, a 10-foot yellow bunny held onto the end of the rope.
“Huggle? Cuddle wuddle!”
With speed he didn't know he possessed, he grabbed his air cannon and fired, sending the rabbit flying back as he ran for his life. Suddenly, his path was barred by a plush elephant, its trunk ready to pull him into its embrace as it gave a dopey laugh. “Guh-huh! Snuggly-wuggly huggy cuddle!”
He only barely managed to duck the attempted capture and run past when the rabbit from before landed in front of him with a bounce, having used its superior agility and leaping ability to trap him. Before he could fire again, the pair launched themselves at him from both sides, enveloping him in soft plush material as a blinding light took him out of consciousness.
Dylan woke up in a strange, cubelike chamber; the walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the same soft substance as the plushies themselves, and each one was a different shade of your basic pastel colors. The only objects aside from himself were large spheres, pyramids, and cube-shaped objects made of the plush material. The only door he could see was likewise plush, with no visible way of opening it and a small slot at the bottom. Above it all, an obnoxious, endless music box melody was playing from somewhere. This is obviously some sort of holding cell where they wait for my turn to be assimilated, Dylan reasoned. He wasn't going to give up hope; to his knowledge, no one had ever successfully escaped the creatures after being abducted, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. He just had to keep his sanity intact as he waited for the first opportunity that presented itself. Okay, first off, let's see if I can find out anything more about this stupid room... After about an hour of careful examination, he found little of interest or use. Clearly, the door was the only way in or out. Perhaps he could hide behind one of the objects, or use one to distract the creatures into hugging it instead of him when they came...
Suddenly, movement at the door slot caught his eye; turning to look, he saw a plastic food tray with some strange cotton candy-like material on it. Upon closer inspection, the meal—assuming that's what it was supposed to be—looked like three multi-colored cotton balls the size of bread rolls, a sugary scent coming off of them. Well, better than starving to death, and I definitely won't be in any shape to escape if I starve myself to weakness... Grabbing one and popping it into his mouth, Dylan found himself completely unprepared for the taste. It was like chocolate, like maple syrup, like ice cream, like cake, like every sugary sweet substance ever made all at once, and yet unlike any of them. In short, it was beyond delicious, and without so much as a second's hesitation he immediately devoured the other two. The taste lingered on his tongue for a blissfully long time, and the resulting food coma nearly caused him to black out again before he came to his senses.
The next few days were much the same as the first; he'd wake up in the room, eat the bizarre fluffy meal, enjoy the taste for a few minutes, then either loll around and wait for the next meal or attempt to get some form of sleep. Strangely enough, he found himself not needing anything to drink, or needing to go to the bathroom at any time. At first, this worried him for some reason he couldn't fathom... but with each passing meal he worried about it less and less. Boredom slowly ceased to be an issue as well; there wasn't much to do beyond messing with the large plush objects, but over time any activity he could find with them became rather enjoyable. The lovely taste of the food lasted longer and longer with each meal as well; eventually, he didn't even notice that they had stopped feeding him at all, as the taste became seemingly permanent, a constant pleasant and nearly overwhelming joy to his taste buds. Even the music started to grow on him; he had to admit, it was kind of catchy, and he found himself hopping and bouncing around the room to it more than once, giggling as he hummed along to it.
At last, a day came when he awoke to an open door; he rushed through it into an equally-plush hallway, not quite knowing where he was going—and no longer truly knowing WHY he was leaving that room. A few blind turns later, he found himself in a massive chamber filled with the plush creatures, standing around a massive teddy bear. Unlike the rest, though, the teddy bear wasn't alive—it was apparently hollow, and lined with what seemed to be a material that looked a million times as soft as anything else. Dylan's diminished mental capacity prevented him from doing anything but rushing straight over and practically diving into the open “suit”, after which he felt it being sewn shut, trapping him inside. To his amazement, he could see quite easily out of the eyes, and there was no trouble breathing. The material was so thick that it left not a molecule of air between itself and him, and yet it didn't feel like it was crushing him—in fact, it felt like a full-body huggle...
“Huggle!”
Dylan turned in the suit to see one of the creatures opening its arms as if to offer a cuddle. Without a second thought, he obliged, feeling a pleasant tingle in his head as he giggled.
“Snuggly-hug! Cuddle-wuddle-huggle-snuggy!”
To his amazement, Dylan somehow understood the nonsensical phrase as if it were perfect English: “No brains, no thoughts! Only fluff and plushie hugs!” Yes, that made sense. It made so much sense. What good was thinking? So much hugging to do! It felt like his brain was filled with fluffy puffballs like the ones he'd eaten. Everything was soft, fuzzy, fluffy, cuddly-wuddly...
“Heehee! Huggy-snuggy!”
The phrase came out almost on its own, and saying it sent further tingles across his body. He went towards another plush for a hug and a cuddle, then another one, then several at once... as the snugglefest continued, he felt less and less like he was wearing a plush costume and more like he was the costume, the soft outer material his skin, the giant toony eyes being his own. In fact, his original body had been slowly turning to a cotton stuffing-like material from the inside out ever since his first meal there. Now that he was in the final stages, he was too far gone to even begin to notice.
“Hug-snug-cuddle! Snuggy-huggly wuggly-snug!”
“Hugging is fun! Fluff and love and giggling and stuffy, fluffy, cuddle-brain!”
Dylan giggled and chuckled, his voice now sounding high-pitched and beyond idiotic as he responded to his current hug-buddy. “Snuggle-wug! Huggle-wuggle, cuddly-snuggy hug hug cuddle! Cuddly-cuddly-snuggy-wuggy-wuggy huggle!” Yes, fluff and hugs! Brains bad, hugs good! Find humans and hug and cuddle and make them silly and fluffy like us!
Without a care in its fluffy, cottony head, the new plushie—as nameless and stupid as the rest—returned to the human world in a flash of light, ready to spread the joy to the rest of the planet.
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I would "unfortunately" be one of the first "victims", having been captured purely by accident, of course... X3
Ok the idea of a plush apocalypse could make for some interesting juxtaposition horror. Like how are the plush doing this if they are so stupid, if its not them who is master mining it and why.
Sorry thinking to hard on whats meant to be a fun read but this feels like an idea that could work
Sorry thinking to hard on whats meant to be a fun read but this feels like an idea that could work
They're able to do this because they have enough knowledge to use their tech when required (in other words, they're capable of situational intelligence), they have good hunting instincts, and they're invulnerable. And invulnerability does a lot.
Um, yes, I absolutely meant that! I most definitely put that much thought into this concept! *sweats profusely*
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Alas, my fate expects me, farewell.or not, I doubt I'll care in the end. Thanks for the grand apocalypse!
Hmm wouldn’t mind this happening to me
Probably would be a snake plush or elephant
Hehe anyway this was a very cute read
Probably would be a snake plush or elephant
Hehe anyway this was a very cute read
OMG this sounds like the best apocalypse ever! I would not survive I would go to hug the plushies right away!
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