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The Emporium of Curious Goods

The Problem with Sympathetic Plushies

by Rhuk the Raven

Let me introduce myself, I'm a bird of wealth and taste. Well, not quite. I'm simply a common raven named Rhuk, youngest of my family, and shortest to boot. Yes, I get the pun. Enough about me, though. These stories are about my time working in a. . . strange little shop for curious artifacts of a magical nature.

Rhuk sighed, and hopped off of his stool to totter about the shelves of the musty old store again; another day, another lack of sales. His boss, Jeremy, a grey fox with a penchant for dolls, was taking a load off upstairs. Maybe 'jerking off' would be a better way to put it, but he was never a crude bird. Don't besmirch the boss, after all, you never know where he may be lurking.

Ding-a-ling~

He shook his head, blue eyes blinking away his reverie, a finger rising up to push those rectangular spectacles of his back up his beak. Better hurry! He tappity-tapped his way back to the register, hopping up onto the stool with a rustle of feathers and cloth. Cloth? Of course he wore clothes! A little green t-shirt, and a pair of cargo shorts. Definitely not the most flattering of outfits, but the boss didn't seem to mind.

In front of him stood a gruff-looking wolf in a black hoodie, holding what appeared to be an old teddy bear. "I heard you guys. I heard you buy as well as sell. I wantchya to buy this! How much!?"

"Sir, calm down. I need to ask what curious properties it holds." Rhuk blurted out, quickly scrabbling about for a pen and his pad of sticky notes.

"Look, just take it! Who cares!? It's cursed, I tell 'ya, cursed! Cursed! Second thought, I don't want your money, just keep it!" With that practically screamed at the top of his lungs, the wolf bolted from the store before Rhuk could so much as blink.

"Well. That's. . . Special. I'm sure it's not that bad." He muttered, clacking his beak and fixing his glasses. It wasn't all that uncommon that they got 'cursed' items. Things that people simply mis-used or mis-treated. Called them cursed. So there he went, leaning over the counter, picking up the bear. It was oddly light, and dressed in the strangest of manners; a little white undershirt in the manner of older cartoons, and a tight little black collar around its' neck. That looked rather new, but when Rhuk tested it with a finger, it was on snug.

"Ow! Ow!" He crowed, yanking his finger back. Snug enough to pinch one of his feathers out! Oh well, it was just a small one. It would grow back. He turned the bear around, trying to find a manufacturing tag when he saw it. Right there below the tail.

A hole.

A hole padded with soft, squishy pink material.

A hole that looked to be cleaner than the rest of the bear by far.

"Oh! Is that a new toy for us, Rhuk? I see a fuck-hole~" Came a lilting voice, just behind the raven.

"Gawwk!" Rhuk jumped, turning to look back at his boss. Tall, slim grey fox, early 30s, wearing a jean jacket and jeans. Definitely not looking the part of an 'antique' store owner. "Do-Don't surprise me like that, Jeremy. Don't be gross, either."

Jeremy fancied it an interesting sight; not often one got to see a bird furrow its' brow. Do birds even have brows? "So was he the one that was talking about a curse?" Quick change of subject! The fox was the boss, and he liked to abuse it. "I'll just take that upstairs for a little... Examination."

Rhuk frowned; it was hard not to notice the way his boss licked his muzzle, or the awkward way Jeremy kept trying to hide his lower half. "Yeah, go ahead." Rhuk sighed, there was never any stopping Jeremy when he got into one of his 'moods'. "Just be careful, that collar's on tight!"

"Yeah, yeah, tight collar. Got it." The fox blurted out, snatching the bear up by the head; he wasn't thinking of tight collars at the time, no. Tight jeans? Maybe. Tight holes? Oh yes. Without another word, he scooted back into the break room/storage room that constituted the shop's stockroom, around a corner and up some stairs into his apartment.

"Pervert." Rhuk muttered to himself, clacking his beak and hopping off of the stool again. Might as well get back to dusting the shel--

poke

"Caw!" What the hell was that!? The raven found himself jumping into the air, clutching his bottom. It felt like something had prodded him right in--

poke, prod

His face flushed, eyes widening. "What in th--" His words were cut off by another poke. A prod. A prod somewhere he should be having prods. What was going on? It felt like someone was sliding something up his--

"Unghh. . ." He moaned, stumbling his way back to the counter, "Jeremy! Boss!" He called into the doorway behind the register. "Something---Nnrgh. . . Something's wrong!"

Jeremy certainly would have helped, had he heard the raven's cries. He was too busy, though. Pants around his ankles, thumping electronic music filling the apartment above the store. Where he lived. "That's a nice, tight little bear, isn't it?" He cooed to his partner; the very stuffed bear he had liberated from Rhuk not a minute ago. Something about it had just called to him, begged him to use that hole!

Well, it was no secret that Jeremy had a thing for plush toys.

Meanwhile, the raven was doubled over in the break room, leaning against a wall with a screwed-up face and screwed-up thoughts.

That prodding had turned into a full-on presence , filling his rump! Filling his tight cavity right up, and he couldn't help but clench down around the ghost-cock, clacking his beak and panting. "W-why do ghosts choose NOW to fuck me?" He lamented with absolutely no irony. There'd been this one time, with a Ouija board. . . Well, no time for thinking about that.

Rolling onto his back on the floor, he moaned. It was so insistent! He could only hope that his boss wouldn't come down to catch him. _Sorry, Jeremy, for doing this during shop hours._He thought as the zipper of his shorts came down, a wing-hand sliding in, and wrapping around the hardness that lay within.

Jeremy likely wouldn't apologize. Jeremy's mind was elsewhere, and his head was firmly wedged in his newest toy. "Mmrgh, you tight little slut. My bear. Take it. I'm gonna keep you off the shelves and use you until you beg me to stop!" He blurted out. He never was a good talker in bed, but it was just a doll, a very. . . Stretchy, doll. He stumbled back onto his bed, laying flat on his back and gripping the toy wrapped around his dick, beginning to pump at it, as if masturbating. "Gonna cum-muh-muh-muh, soon, my toy!"

Rhuk would have figured it out just then, when mid-stroke he felt a strange pressure welling up in his rump, just pulling ahead the pressure in his loins. "Wh-whuh... Cumming already, you invisible preda--Caw!?" THAT wasn't a feeling he was used to. The pressure continued to build, and the raven lay dumbfounded, staring at his cock as he gripped it. Well, he would be, but then his stomach began to gurgle. He felt the pressure building.

His middle began to swell. Ghost-cum?! No, oh no! It was a bit late to put the pieces together, his shorts quickly losing their button as his slim, weedy figure was absolutely destroyed by a growing pot-belly of black feathers, green t-shirt beginning to roll up the rapidly-swelling curve. "J-jeremy!"

Jeremy still wouldn't hear him; he was in the throes of ecstasy. His bed was a cloud, his mind was in the fog of orgasm and all he had ears for was the music. His favorite part of any new toy; the fox was a copious breeder, and it showed in most of his plushies.

Namely in that they rarely survived; either tatters of fluff by the end, rent by the amount of his load, or cum-soaked, useless, limp rags.

Rhuk was rapidly swelling with cum, and he realized exactly who was to blame. A voo-doo doll. That's what the wolf meant by cursed! It was too late now, however, and he. . . Didn't really mind. Besides the nagging, sexual pressure in the back of his rump, making him stroke his shaft and moan. No, it was a little secret fetish of his.

The raven loved feeling his stomach stretch and bloat, and bloat it did. He seemed to have swallowed a beach-ball whole by the time he could no longer pump his eager shaft; his belly having gotten too round, too fat with Jeremy's cum to reach it any more. The best, or maybe the worst part, is how it just kept coming. He could see it rising up, a foot high. Foot and a half. Two.

Gurgle, stretch. Stretch? What was tha --The sound of bursting stitches answered his question, his shirt ripping clean down the middle. It could only ride up too fast, and the raven was far too preoccupied with his own predicament to remember he'd been wearing one!

So what was that stretching noise?

Jeremy would be wondering that, were he not acutely aware of exactly what that straining noise at the end of his dick was. It was the poor, swollen plushie's way of letting him know its' stitches were about to lose it. He mused to himself that he'd probably fix it once it burst. It'd be a shame to just throw it out; the doll's previous owner clearly intended it be overused this way! The insides were perfectly waterproof, holding every last--

--drop of cum. One more and he swore he was going to explode. The poor raven heard the music above dying down, but was unable to cry for help, to yell to Jeremy to stop. A few seconds prior, his swelling middle had finally said hello to the bottom of his beak, sealing it mostly-shut. Now all that escaped was a small trickle of sticky, white seed.

It was far from enough to prevent the inevitable.

Jeremy let out one last cry of ecstasy, completely unaware of the loud splashing noises coming from the room below, as he had his own mess to deal with. A big splotch of cum spread all across his front and his bed sheets, and a smattering of teddy bear parts spread across his room.

A single, small black feather came to rest on his snout, and the fox idly wondered what it was doing in his room.

"Oh well, I'm sure Rhuk is just shedding feathers all over the place this winter!" Jeremy remarked to no-one. He'd clean it up later, eyes drooping as the afterglow started to overtake him.

Yep. He'd clean up that mess, sew the doll back together. . . And maybe give it another shot.

Later.