She says nothing, but she does begin humming a tune. The melodious tune easily begins catching in your head and her warm embrace cause you to yawn again. It occurs to you that you should make a break for it, but after another yawn you decide that she's got much too good a grip on you for you to reasonably expect to escape. You sigh and decide that it's probably best for you to just hear her out. She clearly has something to add to her previous statement and no doubt she'll get to it in time. She seems to sense that you're relaxing more and she moves her other hand away from your stomach, but her tail tightens around the both of you as you lean back against her. Your eyes close as you sigh again.
"Second of all..." she begins, almost singing the words in tune to her melody. Your eyes open as you hear the sound of a zipper opening. You feel the back of her other hand slide from behind your head and rub down your back as the sound of the zipper continues.
"...I want you inside of me." she whispers. This should shock you, of course. Logically you should definitely be trying to escape right now, but you're so comfy right now that the idea of moving seems an almost impossible thought. With a slight push you find yourself surrounded by soft silk as you find yourself sinking past a heretofore unnoticed zipper. Your arms are pressed uselessly against you as you're pushed into the skunk-woman's snug insides. It dawns on you the danger you're in and despite how comfortable you are you attempt to wiggle free.
"Wait...no this..." you say groggily, but she just gives an indulgent chuckle.
"You've waited long enough, sweetie." she says, as she takes your barely resisting legs into her paws and pushes them in with you. She moves her legs about and your legs seem to slide inside of hers, with a little pushing of her paws to assist. The inside of her legs tighten around yours. The light begins to dim as she pulls the zipper all the way up, leaving you in warm, snug darkness.
"There now...snug as a bug in a rug." she says. You try once more to struggle, but they're weak struggles at best. You know she has you. You hear her chuckle again.
"You're not going anywhere, dear. Now sleep." she says. The idea of staying awake seems a useless gesture, but you manage it just long enough to feel a growing warmth seeming to come from your gut. Than you fall asleep.
When you awaken the room is dark. The moonlight and the lights from the pavilion outside give just enough light to glance around. The lion you saw earlier is spooned against the lioness. His arms wrapped around her while her hands rest on his. The two teddy bears are also sleeping with the plush snake coiled around the brown one's leg. You look to your right to see a familiar plush skunk lady. You take your black plush paw and scratch the back of your fluffy neck. You gaze down at your rotund plush skunk body and press your paw against your belly a couple of times and watch the stuffing inside push it back out into place as you try to figure out what's going on. Your large skunk tail twitches once or twice and you pull it into your arms, holding it always comforts you in moments of confusion like this. Or does it? Something seems odd about the thought but you just can't put your paw on it. You're a plush skunk that much is certain, but wasn't there something else you needed to remember?
You look at the skunk lady next to you. She seems so familiar to you. Somehow you know she's someone important. Is she your mother? Your lover? Your mistress? After puzzling at this for a few minutes you shrug. Whatever she is to you you're sure she'll tell you in the morning. You snuggle up against her and she rolls over in her sleep, taking you into her arms and pressing your head against her. You fall asleep in her arms happy that whoever she is that you have another plush skunk to cuddle with.