Labubulised
Copyright© 2026 by Pixymorph
Chapter 1
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A seemingly innocent, if a little disturbing, birthday present from a distant single aunt changes a young girl’s life.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft Teenagers Furry
Phoebe looked out at the yellow delivery van parked outside the front of her terraced house. Cars were parked either side of the street, reducing the road down to one lane. Someone in a hurry had taken great umbrage to the van being stationary. She wasn’t that clued up on cars. They didn’t interest her in the slightest, but it looked like an Audi. The car drivers irate horn pressing was what drew her to her window in the first place.
The female driver stepped out of her van and gave the car driver the finger, which enraged him even more. She could hear shouting but not the actual words, but she had a rough idea as to what they would be.
The van driver opened the side door and pulled out a large cardboard box that was almost as tall as she was, but given how she carried it, it did not appear to be heavy. It was plastered with air freight stickers and customs labels. Given the parking of the van and the senders apparent location, Hong Kong, Phoebe was almost certain the very large box was for her.
The van driver closed her side door and started to move as though she was underwater. Her movements over-exaggerated and very slow. Very slow.
Phoebe laughed and wondered which would arrive first. Her present from her aunt in Hong Kong, or the Audi drivers heart attack.
Downstairs the front doorbell was rung and her father answered it. There was a brief murmur of voices and the door was shut again as the woman underwater walked back to her van. The car driver lost patience and revving his car needlessly, he wheel spun his car into reverse, no doubt deciding to use another side street to get to where he was going.
Heading downstairs, she tried to quell the curiosity within her. Her parents would not allow her to open it for another two days, which would be her fourteenth birthday. They were such sticklers for tradition.
“It’s from Hallie.” her father pointed out needlessly as she approached the box. She read the customs label ‘Gift. Childs cuddly toy.’
Well that was so typical of her slightly weird cat lady aunt. Five years too late.
She prodded the box with a finger and it tilted slightly. It was indeed light. The packing probably weighed more than the contents.
“You can open it on Wednesday.”
“Awwe dad...” though to be honest, she wasn’t that excited to open it. She had stopped collecting cuddly toys when she had grown bored of her Barbie’s. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Whilst she had given all her dolls away to a friend’s younger sister, she had kept her goth Barbie. Much to her mother’s chagrin.
There wasn’t much difference between her Goth Barbie and her current look. Both wore a black velvet dress over red fishnet tights, both wore a black choker with a red gem at the hollow of the throat. Both wore black boots with thick soles, black lips, pale face and dark kohl around her eyes. Both had hair that was black as the night, though in her case, it was dye as she had chestnut coloured hair like her mother.
Goth Barbie had tattoos and lots of ear, lip, brow and nose piercings. She had to make do with temporary tattoos, ear piercings and her nose ring. She had used her birthday money from her thirteenth birthday to get her septum nose ring. Her father on seeing it, had gone absolutely mental.
It was her body. She could do with it as she wanted.
She wasn’t going to get anywhere with the parcel as her father took it out of the hallway, so she headed back upstairs. Throwing herself onto her bed she lifted her phone, scrolling through some of her favourite alt groups. She stayed well away from the more mainstream social media sites. People were downright cruel on there. A bit like some of the girls in school, who called her Wednesday.
They thought they were being clever and hurtful doing that, but Phoebe was pretty cool with it. Wednesday was awesome and a bit of a role model for her. Not that she told them that, otherwise they would just change it to something she wasn’t happy with.
Wednesday arrived and her parents wouldn’t allow her to open her aunt’s present till that evening.
Whatever.
They handed her a card as she lay in bed in her skull pyjama’s, under her gothic castle duvet. She opened it. A picture of flowers on the front. They weren’t even black. Or thorny. Inside were some vouchers for a local shop that didn’t sell any Alternative clothing what-so-ever. She put on a bright smile that didn’t travel any further back into her body than her face.
“Now you’d better get ready for school love, you can open the rest of your presents when you get home.”
“Yes mum.” Phoebe kissed her mum and then her dad, rolling her eyes behind their backs as they left her room.
“Hey birthday girl! Got ya something.” Thea handed over a card and a small square box, aptly wrapped in black paper.
“Aww, you needn’t have...”
Thea slipped her arm through Phoebe’s as they walked through the security gates towards the ugly school building. Built in the sixties out of slabs of concrete that were slowly crumbling and leaking water everywhere. The heating often broke down in the winter. Which was cool, as they would all be sent home till it was fixed, which last year took days...
The card had a picture of a suitable Draculanian man on the front, who was pretty hot actually, she was going to keep this card for later tonight when she was alone ... And there were black roses. And thorns, on the inside. The box when unwrapped, contained some small white skull earrings with red glass eyes.
“Aww thanks Thea! These are awesome! I’d put them in, but, you know, school...” Phoebe was already on a warning for her nose ring and skull earrings would most definitely escalate that further, since only simple studs were permitted to be worn in school.
“I know girl...”
A group of boys pointed at her. “It’s Wednesdays birthday, on a Wednesday!” they made a big thing about it. Phoebe couldn’t see why, it was just a day of the week and inevitable her birthday would arrive on that day at some point, as it had done so once already.
Back home, she swapped out her plain studs for her new skull ones. She took a facial picture on her phone and sent it to Thea.
There was cake after the evening meal. You couldn’t have a birthday without cake and candles. Maybe not a ‘My little pony’ cake though.
For fucks sake mum, read the room!
She took pleasure in making sure she ate as many pony heads as she could get away with. After the pony massacre, she was finally ‘allowed’ to open the rest of her presents. Makeup, scrunchies, some more gift vouchers for shops she actually used. Last of all, her father brought in the large box.
Truth be told, she was actually dreading this part. Just because she wasn’t on social media, didn’t mean her mother wasn’t. No doubt whatever was in the box would be posted and the contents would get to some of the girls she detested in school, via their mums and their shared online connection with her mother. No matter how much she begged her mother to ‘unfriend’ certain mothers, she refused. Just because they were friends when they were six, didn’t mean that was still the case almost ten years later. Not that her mother saw it that way.
Her mother’s phone was out, recording. She might as well get this disaster over with. If it was a large Barbie in a pink tutu, she was going to open her throat with the cake knife. Her father passed over a box knife and she sliced the customs tape that had been used to re-seal the original packing tape.
Phoebe pulled the box apart and burst out laughing.
“Oh for God’s sake...” her mother stopped filming and put her phone away. “What on Earth was she thinking!”
Pulling the protective clear cellophane away from the singular content, Phoebe looked at her present. It would probably be her height, when stood up on its legs. Body and leg wise, it looked like a black bear. Facially, it was a thing of nightmares. Like a Labubu made by someone who was criminally insane. It’s eyes were unsettling, it’s nose looked like it had been pulled from an abattoir floor and its mouth was obviously designed by someone who couldn’t decide between a shark or a lamprey and had settled on the worst of both.
It was absolutely fucking fantastic and easily the best birthday present she had ever received.
“There is no way I’m having that in my house.”
“Why? It’s awesome mum...”
That her mother hated it, only cemented her desire to keep it. Her father was pointedly quiet on the matter. Phoebe collected the rest of her opened presents, the large stuffed doll of nightmares and headed up to her room.
She sat the monstrosity on her bed, sat next it and took a selfie, which she sent to Thea.
What the fuck is that!
It’s awesomeness in teddy bear form
How big is it? It looks fucking huge!
My height when stood up
No way! Has your mum seen it?
Aye. She want’s Dorian out of the house. That alone makes me determined to keep him
Named it already? You are bonkers, you know that
Who the fuck wants to be normal
You are going to need a bigger bed...
Thea did have a point. Phoebe put her phone down on her bedside table and gently laid Dorian down. There was just enough room to sleep next to him and not fall out of her bed. Just. His toe and hand talons were of a soft material made to look sharp and menacing. Same for his teeth. His ears were doglike and utterly adorable. His ‘fur’ was lovely and soft to the touch. Totally cuddleable.
That night, in her skull pyjama’s after she had removed her new skull earrings, she cuddled up to Dorian as she looked at the front of the card Thea had given her. She was dressed in black corset that pushed up and out her breasts, cinched in her waist tightly. So tight that it restricted her breathing. A long skirt with a hem that swept the floor, was belted around her narrowed waist. A pair of boots with a high heel enclosed her feet and ankles. She was in a bedroom. A large fireplace dominated one side, the logs roaring and crackling within as stone gargoyles looked down upon the burning embers. A four poster dominated the other side. Velvet and silk sheets enclosed within, the lace curtains hanging down from the frame, partly obscuring vision from either side.
The bedroom door opened and the man in the picture glided in. His presence filling and dominating the room. He walked over, his eyes devouring her as he took hold of her diminutive form. He leaned down, forcing his lips against hers. She tried to fight him off, but may as well have tried to fight stone. She pleaded with him, but he remained silent as she felt him reach for the belt that affixed her skirt. He was rough, demanding, as he pulled at the buckle. The fastening gave way and the long velvet material whispered to the floor, tangling up with her boots, hindering any potential for her to flee the room.
Lifting her up, he easily carried her to his bed.
In her own bed, she slipped her left hand under the waist bands of her pyjama bottoms and her underwear. She teased and stroked her folds of flesh as in her mind, he swept the lace aside and tossed her onto his bed, before he started to strip.
His form was pale, alabaster. His muscles defined but not overly so. He swept his long black hair behind his pointed ears, exposing his un-natural eyes to her gaze. His eyes were kaleidoscopic, never settling on one colour for long. He smiled, exposing long pointed fangs. His smile a promise, his fangs an inevitability.
She slipped her middle finger inside, while in her fantasy, he climbed naked onto the bed, his cock erect and pointing outwards, every bit as hungry as his eyes, his mouth, his thirst.
Pushing her legs apart, he took hold of her wrists, holding her arms down on the sheets. There was no foreplay. Only his drive to satiate his needs. He pushed his way inside her, heedless of her cries and reluctance. There was no love in his actions. Just want. His hips were rhythmic as he thrust into her.
In the arms of Dorian, she rubbed frantically beneath her clothing as she chased and gained on the peak of pleasure.
In her head, the smile of his mouth above, turned into a yawning abyss from which a serpentine tongue escapade to caress the delicate and thin skin that encompassed her neck. The twisting tongue retreated, leaving a moment of coolness before it was replaced with his mouth. She felt a moment of suction, before it gave way pressure as his teeth pushed, then parted the smooth skin of her neck, digging deeper, seeking...
Phoebe buried her head into the fur of Dorian to stifle the moans that escaped her.
Almost there...
He broke into her artery, her life blood flooding into his mouth as his cock jumped and twitched inside her. His seed pumping deep inside her. Giving to her even as he took from her.
“Oh fuck yes...” Phoebe murdered into Dorian’s chest as she let her hand slip from between her thighs. Once her breathing and pulse steadied, she looked up into Dorians face. She stretched out, her lips meeting the soft material of his lips as she crushed his soft malleable form to her. She was definitely keeping that birthday card.
Her mind supplied the outline of a few more potentially very enjoyable mental scenarios, which she fully intended to explore, as they accompanied her to a deep dreamless sleep.
Phoebe woke up sometime in the night. Somehow she was being cuddled in turn by Dorian. She hadn’t remembered wrapping his arms around her, but obviously she had at some point. His paws and claws were cupping her breasts and it felt pretty good. Aroused some more pleasant imagery in her mind. She was starting to see the attraction of sharing her bed with someone. She reached out an arm and picked up her phone. Her thumb danced across her lock screen and navigated to her camera. It’s flash lit up the dark room momentarily.
She looked at the picture. Dorian’s paws and claws hid the outline of her breasts and he appeared to be leering over her shoulder. Somehow his visage implied that something carnal had just taken place, or was about to. Phoebe was rather pleased about that. It wasn’t what she had been aiming for, but it would more than suffice. She sent the image to Thea and returned her phone to her nightstand. The mental image of Dorian using her for his own pleasure stayed with her, enough for her to pull him atop her and press his lips against hers.
Phoebe imagined walking the halls of an ancient fortress. Sensing the presence of another, but unable to see where he was. He stalked up behind her, his large furry arms enfolding her as he pulled her tight against his hairy chest. His ears twitching as she felt his breath across her neck, knowing how close those sharp teeth were to her jugular. One nip and her life blood would flow from her. Down his fur onto the floor and she would be unable to do anything about it. Fading away in his arms.
THURSDAY
Her alarm was very intrusive and decidedly unwanted as it banished the pleasant dreams. She dressed for school and met her friend at the gates as usual.
“Good night?”
“Absolutely fucking awesome...” her eyes twinkling at the fading memories of the previous night.
“I can tell. That picture you sent at stupid o’clock, looked like you just had sex with a stuffed toy. Who gave you that anyway?”
“My aunt in Hong Kong.”
“Cat woman?”
“The same.”
“I thought you said she was so vanilla and boring that she made beige look like an explosion in a paint factory?”
“Looks like I was wrong. Happily.”
Thea just shook her head in amused disbelief.
That night, feeling greatly daring, Phoebe stripped down to just her knickers and climbed into bed. Dorian felt even better without the barrier of clothing between them. His fur was so sensuously soft.
“I wish you were real...”
Although she went to sleep cuddling him, she woke again to being the one cuddled.
“You want to go shopping Saturday Phoebe?” Thea asked during class on Friday morning.
“I don’t know Thea. I still have the English assignment to do.”
“What! You’ve not done that? You’ve had, like, a month!”
“I know, but something always came up when I was going to do it.”
“That sounds like avoidance to me. We can pick out some sexy undies for you to wear for Dorian...”
“Fuck off cunt!” Phoebe returned laughing.
“Something you two girls want to share with the rest of the class, hmm?” asked their geography teacher from the front of the class.
“Ummm, no Mrs Fraser...”
“Well then, I suggest you concentrate on your course work. You can chat when lessons have finished.”
The two girls shared a guilty look and turned their attention back to the schoolbooks in front of them.
Thea looked at her pointedly across the table as they ate lunch.
“Are you staying up late chatting on dubious websites again? I thought you said you had stopped that?”
“I might have relapsed a bit...” the lie was easier than the truth.
Thea sighed. “Please tell me you aren’t sending some random fifty year old man claiming to be fifteen, nude pics again...”
“No! And it was only the once.”
“There is no ‘once’ on the internet. The internet is forever.”
“I know, I know...”
Her attention span had not improved much by the afternoon.
“Phoebe, are you even paying attention?” asked the teacher.
“Huh?” Phoebe looked up from the school jotter she had been idly doodling on. It was mostly dark eyes peering up at her.
“I asked if you were paying attention, however, your answer was an answer in itself.”
“Sorry Sir,” she replied feeling absolutely no remorse.
“Try and at least look as though you are in the room. You are being tested on this on Monday remember.”
“Yes Sir.”
Phoebe managed to at least look interested for the rest of the lesson.
“Mum, I’m tired, I’m going to bed early...”
Her father made a big show of looking at his watch. “It’s half past eight. On a Friday.”
“We had maths today. I hate maths and my brain is fried. All I see is squiggles and letters of the alphabet that are equal to other letters of the alphabet. None of it made any sense. And no, before you offer, I don’t want you to explain it to me. I’ll see you in the morning, mum, dad.”
“Goodnight love.” her mother said distractedly, her attention mostly on one of her soaps.
Upstairs, in her room, she could not disrobe fast enough. Again, dressed in just panties, she slipped into bed, opening her arms to embrace Dorian.
“Dorian, I’ve missed you...”
He was silent as she wrapped her arms around him. She worked one of his legs between hers.
God, that fur feels so good between my thighs.
She wriggled out of her panties as she squashed Dorian tight against her naked body.
“I want you...” the words felt right on her lips. Someday, she would say them to a person who would hear them. “I want to be yours...” she thought of all the boys in school. None of them excited her. Truth be told, she couldn’t think of any boy or man that she wanted. Living at least. She had a list, but they were either cartoon figures or characters in film and TV. She had a brief image of Tom Hardy in the film Venom, but it was Venom itself she was more interested in.
How cool would that be.
The black symbiotic that was a part of her but not of her. Nights would be so much fun.
She kissed Dorian, imagining those rows of sharp teeth kissing her back. Wishing she could feel the chords of muscle and the pulse of life beneath the fur.
Fuck. I’d never leave my bed...
“I love you...” Dorian would never leave her, never tell on her. Sadly though, he would never have her. She wanted to touch herself. But part of her also wanted to deny herself. To join Dorian in abstinence. She rubbed the side of her head against his chest.
Phoebe dreamed good dreams.
SATURDAY
When she woke, she was spooned into Dorian, who had a fluffy leg between hers and one of his arms was draped over her hip, his paw between her thighs, a soft talon partly inside her. Phoebe rolled over and tapped him on the mangled mess that was his nose.
“Naughty. But don’t let me stop you.”
She checked the time on her phone. She’d better get up or she would be late for meeting Thea. She pulled on her panties and followed them up with a pair of black Gymshark leggings and a matching sports bra. She followed it with a t-shirt that had a snarling wolf with blooded jaws as it’s motif across the back and a pair of -black- trainers.
Hopping off the bus, she made her way into the shopping centre, meeting up with Thea at their usual meeting spot. They perused their usual shops, not buying much as they could get it online for cheaper, but it was nice to see what things looked like in hand, and to check the quality of materials. The wandered through the record shop, not staying long as Phoebe didn’t care much for the music they were playing loudly over the speakers. As for music choice, the shop had none of the bands she liked. Too alternative.
Thea nodded across the atrium. “Are you going to get something nice for Dorian?”
Phoebe laughed, but still followed her friend into the lingerie shop. She picked out a black lace body, held it out in front of her body.
“What like this?” and then she caught sight of the price label “Woah! No way...” she hastily put it back on the rack.
“Wrong colour.” Thea stated firmly.
“Wrong colour?”
“Yeah, you can’t wear black, with him being black.”
“But I like black!”
A woman, white and in her thirties, turned her head to look at them somewhat disapprovingly. Phoebe grabbed her pal and pulled her into the next aisle out of sight of the woman.
“‘I like black... ‘“ Thea mimicked loudly.
“Not like that!”
Thea saw the woman still looking in their direction through the row of racks.
“Uh-huh.” Thea raised her voice. “ That’s not what you said. You said you like em big and black because they are hung like...”
Phoebe saw the woman was watching and obviously listening to them, understanding in a flash why her friend had raised her voice. She punched her friend on the breast and dragged them both further away laughing.
“You punched me on the tit bitch!”
“You deserved it.”
Rubbing her breast, Thea pointed to some nearby racks. “It needs to be white.”
“Yang to his Yin?”
“I’ve no idea as to what you just said.”
Phoebe could see where her friend was coming from. White would indeed look good against the black fur, but she worried that the white would be lost against her own pale skin tone.
“Here.” Thea thrust out a hanger which Phoebe automatically took.
“It’s a thong! I’ll look like a stripper!”
“Lucky old Dorian.”
“Fuck off!”
“Can I help you girls?” a saleswoman asked.
“Umm...” Phoebe hastily dumped the thong on the nearest rack.
“We are just looking for something for my bestie to wear for her boyfriend.”
“Don’t you fucking dare say it...”
“He’s black so I was just saying white contrasts better against his skin Don’t you agree,” Thea read the woman’s name tag, “Anna?”
Anna looked a little loss for words, no doubt trying to work out exactly how young they were, and if what she was hearing was potentially illegal.
“I’m gonna die...” Phoebe muttered, mortified.
“Um, yes, I suppose it would. What style of underwear are you after.” Anna asked, trying to regain control of the conversation.
“Oh, you know, something slutty. Something that says ‘please pound my ass so hard into next week that I won’t be able to sit down for a month’...” Thea said cheerfully.
“Oh god...” Phoebe placed a palm over her eyes, shook her head before dropping her hand and looking up. “Anna, please don’t listen to her...”
“And a matching bra. Something uplifting, because let’s be honest here Anna, she needs all the help she can get with those. My nine year sister has bigger.”
“You don’t have a nine year old sister!”
“And you don’t have tits!”
“I’m so going to get my own back.”
“Uh-huh...” Thea pointedly looked down at the new paper bag Phoebe was holding. “Not for a while, I’ll wager...”
Phoebe’s phone vibrated and she looked at the screen.
“Mum and dad are going to Ikea.”
“Do you want to shop for a bit more, or are you going to introduce me to Dorian?”
Truth be told, Phoebe was a bit shopped out and did indeed want to get back to Dorian. Though she would have preferred to have been alone when she returned.
The bus was busy, standing room only, and there were a lot of ‘displaced people’ as the news called them, sitting on the bus who stared at them with open interest. It creeped Phoebe out. It only seemed to be young men that came across the channel on the boats. It certainly seemed to be only young men when they hung out in groups, following girls and young women on the high street and in the shopping centre.
They stared but didn’t follow when they both stepped off the bus at the stop nearest Phoebe’s house. Not all girls had been so lucky and both of them had heard horror stories from other girls in school who had not been so lucky.
“Fuck me he’s huge!” Thea said when she entered Phoebe’s bedroom.
“I sent you pictures!”
“Yeah, I know, but they didn’t do him justice.” Thea walked over and ran her hand down his fur. “He’s really soft.”
“I know.” Phoebe decided it was best to leave it at that.
“Well are you not going to show Dorian what you got him? Do a little cat walk...”
Phoebe hesitated, not because she was embarrassed about being scantily clad in front of Thea. They had seen each other naked way too many times for that to be an issue, but because she wanted the underwear to be something just between Dorian and her. Adding a third party, it lessened the intimacy, cheapened the bond she felt with Dorian in a way she didn’t understand.
“Go on. Do a little show for him.”
Phoebe really didn’t want to. She really did want it to be just between Dorian and her. But equally, Thea was her best and closest friend. Until now, there had never been any secrets between them. Reluctantly, she collected the lingerie bag and left the room, heading for the bathroom.
Thea looked at Dorian. It truly was an ugly piece of shit, but there was something cute about it at the same time. ’Not her cup of tea’, as her mother was want to say, but then, she had never been into the whole ‘Alt’ and ‘Goth’ scene like her friend was. Maybe if he had been more innocent and cartoony and less like a horror film protagonist, she might have felt the same way as Sophia.
He did feel lovely to the touch though. She ran her fingers through his fur again. He’d make a lovely coat. Or a blanket. The bedroom door opened and Phoebe entered. Her torso hidden by a large towel. Her shoulders were bare, revealing the straps of her new bra and the towel stopped at her knees, revealing the rest of her legs clad in the also newly purchased white stockings.
Phoebe started to move seductively. It was a little janky, but Thea doubted she would have been any better in the same circumstance.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop.” Phoebe stopped as Thea carried on. “We have to do this properly.” Thea slipped from the bed and turned Phoebe’s chair at her dressing table round. She collected Dorian
and positioned him sitting upright in the chair before pulling out her phone.
“No pictures!”
“I’m not taking pictures Phoebe. I’m Googling stripper music. Let’s try this one.” Thea pressed play and the music that came out of the speaker did indeed sound seedy enough to be used in a strip club. Though she only had film and television as a guide for what was played in those adult establishments.
Phoebe shook her head. “I don’t know who is more insane. Me for doing this or you for suggesting it.”
Thea climbed back onto Phoebe’s bed and made herself comfortable.
“Get on with it, and I will say this now. I fully plan on stealing any good moves you make...”
Phoebe nodded her head to the beat to sync herself before gradually adding the rest of her limbs. After her initial hesitancy, she slipped into the beat.
“You’ve done this before.” Thea dryly remarked.
“The fuck I have...”
“I call bullshit.”
“Oh and who would I have been doing this for?”