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The rest of that day was spent with Chris at the computer, showing everyone the picture he took of himself curled up with his new plaything. Some were envious, others thought he was silly, a few believed he was foolish, and one or two went quiet to participate in activities he would rather not have known about. The term "Pawing off" was used on more than one occasion which, depending on who said it and the context in which it was used, made the human slightly uncomfortable. In between chat windows, he glanced at the first few pages of the small book he had been given, taking note of the first paragraph stating to name his vixen. He was awful with names so he decided to take this one step at a time. He'd pick a name first then move on through the book. No sense in rushing things, he had all the time in the world. Chris visited countless name generator websites, not finding anything he liked too much. He thought more than once that it would be so much easier if the plush could pick one for him. His online contacts made several valiant attempts but due to his finicky nature, none of them really clicked. It seemed hopeless actively looking for one, so the human decided to let the name come to him while he spent his time thinking of other things.

After a lengthy online session, the late night began to ware on the young man. When his vision finally began to blur to a point where he was hardly able to see his screen, he gave into his body's demands and bid his contacts a pleasant evening. He had been looking forward to this night ever since he got word back on the vixen's existence. Without ceremony, he stripped out of his normal clothing, opting to remain in nothing but a pair of boxers. His fox had remained where she was, lying in the same position, flat on her back looking straight up at the ceiling. For a couple of moments, Chris stood there and drank in her form just as he had before, appreciating every sensuous curve of her body. Finally, he climbed into bed, lying down next to the furry plush, pulling the sheets over them both. His arms slipped around her, pulling the soft, pliable animal against him. God it was comfortable. In all his years, he had never felt anything so right. He found himself nuzzling the lifeless fox's cheek, then kissing it as if saying 'Thank you for keeping me company, for giving me someone to cuddle with,' and half expecting her to turn to face him and say 'You're welcome.'

A satisfied sigh left his lips as a sensation of extreme comfort washed over him. All was right with the world. He had heard countless names that night, none of which had really tickled his fancy. Somehow though, one was bubbling up in the back of his mind, taking form on his tongue. Chris's lips pulled into a warm smile as his eyes began to droop shut, nuzzling his new companion once more.

"Good night Saeila... my darling vixen." The name came from nothingness save for one simple thought. The human had a number of characters he played as online, one of them being a dragoness he used several stories. Since Shayna was of a draconian lineage, the name would not be fitting for something of a more vulpine heritage. The name though had a certain charm about it, something about it rolled off the tongue so he sought for something that would sound similar by have its own subtle beauty. He whispered the name in one of the vixen's tall ears as if that alone would bring her to life before he fell still, letting himself be taken by sleep. That night, his dreams carried a theme of the plush he had wrapped himself around, imagining them frolicking in a meadow, or rolling in piles of hay. All the images were beautiful, happy, none of them giving any cause for alarm or sorrow. Deep in his subconscious where these ideas had formed, he knew this would never be possible, a gentle sadness prevailing that thought but not infecting the entertainment. Again, he silently wished she could come to life, if only for a short while.

The sun poked through the blinds where it could; making tiny sunbeams through the holes where the strings that worked the shades ran. One such sunbeam struck Chris's right eye, making him squint lightly as he began to wake. He yawned softly and moaned a bit when he was ripped from that deliciously wonderful fantasy. Something was different though; something new about this setup he had come to know. His eyes fell upon the vixen in his arms and it clicked. He had forgotten he fell asleep with the two of them embracing one another. He smiled and kissed her closed eyes softly before looking up at the ceiling.

Wait.

Her eyes were closed.

She was a plush whose eyes had been made to be open. Or were they able to close? And her arms were wrapped around him, and her legs were entwined with his. That wasn't right; they hadn't been laying like that the night before, had they? His memory was fuzzy, taking an eternity to come into focus. Fate it seemed had opted to jump start his memory. The vixen moved and murred softly. She actually moved and made a vocalization. She really was alive! Chris's breath quickened and he pulled away slightly to get a better look at the doll to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Her eyes were indeed closed. Her arms where indeed wrapped around him. Her chest, those soft, ample lumps were pressed firmly against his own chest. Her tail had curled up around his ankles. One of her legs was slipped between his. There was even a gentle rush of air whooshing in and out of her nostrils; she was breathing! A soft, cute yawn escaped the vixen's mouth as she began to wake. Her eyelids rose, revealing her plastic, purple eyes, now seeming to be full of life, even though they were still made of some highly complicated polymer. A smile formed on her lips and she looked up at the young human.

"Good morning, my love."

That was enough. He sat up quickly and backed away, unsure what to think about his dreams actually becoming reality, or was he still dreaming? The sudden motion sobered the fox enough to allow her to sit up.

"What's wrong love? Did I say or do something you didn't like?" There was a look of distress on her face. She was worried, concerned.

Chris meanwhile was in shock, eyes wide, mouth agape. She was perfectly alive and he could not begin to comprehend how, nevermind the sort of living-to-please mindset she seemed to have cultivated. In hopes of calming him, the plush reached out for him, hoping to take his wrist softly and pull him back to bed.

"Come here darling, come back to bed." She moved! She moved towards him! Chris shrieked quietly and tried to back away even further, reaching the end of the bed quickly. Of course, he had not planned on the edge being so close and slipped, falling backwards to the floor. As he plummeted, his head struck one of the legs to his desk, the rest of him tumbling off part of the stool that went with it. The impact was more than enough to knock him unconscious.

Darkness took him.

New images swirled about his mind. Images of the vixen he had procured chasing him around the apartment, catching him, and then smothering him with her soft, malleable body. The more time he spent in his stupor, the more soothing the thoughts became, taking on a more loving hue. She didn't chase him, but instead curled up with him on the couch watching a movie, or in bed, keeping him company, laying atop him as if she were some kind of blanket.

Voices. Taps. Clicks. Nothing.

It seemed like forever he waited to wake, wondering what time it would be, if he was still able to walk, or if he still had a job.

Light came, dim and pale. It was the light from his computer monitor. Slowly, his vision cleared while his hearing began to come around.

A voice. Not his.

A pause. More speaking.

If only he could understand what was being said. There was something dulling his mind; pain, intense pain. The back of Chris' head throbbed, distracting him somewhat from the comfort the rest of his body was in. A form moved in the light, silhouetted by the dim monitor, though it was a form unlike any the human was used to. The voice became more coherent as his faculties switched on one by one; his brain attempting to recover from the hard boot.

"I don't know, when I woke up he looked like it was a horse's head he was curled up with. I don't think he likes me too much..."

Again, the voice paused as if to let someone else speak. From what he could make out, the person in question had one arm bent up, holding something to the side of their head. The phone; whoever it was, was on the phone. His mind was slowly waking up, screaming for pain medication, but still functioning properly.

"He's been out for a while. He fell off the bed and cracked his head on one of the legs of his desk. It started bleeding a little so I did what I could. I'm worried about him. I can't exactly call for an ambulance..."

Another pause for the person on the other end to respond. Whoever it was mentioned him bleeding and doing something about it. Slowly, one of Chris' hands slid up to the back of his head as if contact would scare the thought-stopping pain into running away. As his fingers passed through his short, blond locks, they came across something that normally wasn't there, a bandage of some kind holding a small ice pack in place. The instant just the very tips of his fingers budged it, a new jolt of throbbing and aching passed through him. A quiet moan passed his lips as he looked over at the LED display on his alarm clock. It was 2:00. How could he have slept through the entire day? Did he really hit his head that hard? His moan startled the figure on the phone. The person wheeled around swiftly, something at their waist trailed in delay much like a skirt or cape when one turns around quickly.

"Oh! He's awake! I'll call you back in a bit!" The form put the phone down on its stand and moved over to the human lying in pain, lifting him up slightly to get a look at the bandage.

"How are you feeling? You hit your head really hard so I had to bandage it up. Do you need something to numb the pain?" The voice was quite beautiful, sultry, and feminine. What was a woman doing in his bedroom? It wasn't his sister's voice, or the voice of anyone he knew. All he could do was moan again as he forced words to form on his tongue.

"Wh... who are you?" The brown eyes that had sunk into his head a bit from the ordeal swiveled about, trying to find the woman's face. It was odd though. Her hand was soft, not just soft but pillow-like, and her wrist was fuzzy. His caretaker lowered him back down to the bed softly, her eyes giving off a dull shine in the low light.

"It's me honey, it's Saeila. Do you remember me?"

Saeila; the name was familiar but his mind was still a bit foggy, circulation fans working overtime to clear out his thoughts. Slowly it started coming back to him, piece by piece but not enough for the 'Eureka!' moment she was hoping for. She reached over and tapped the metal base to the lamp on the adjacent nightstand, bathing the room in soft, halogen light. As the microscopic sun lit up the room, her face came into perfect focus and it all came flooding back to him. The vixen plush was alive. There was no mistaking it. He sat up and started backing away again but this time his nurse gripped his shoulders and pushed him back down to the bed gently yet firmly.

"You shouldn't get up. You're still hurt." The fox's hard, plastic eyes gave off a sense of worry as they locked with his, almost hypnotizing him, ordering him to lay down. His body consented even though his mind was screaming to run.

"I'm fine... my head hurts a little but I'll live. What... what are you?" His comment must have offended her or something because her ears flattened back against her head, her muzzle pointed downward along with her gaze, and her shoulders drooped.

"You don't like me do you. Rayla said you would take care of me, you'd love me, but you're scared of me."

Despite all his fear, seeing her mood change to such a depressed state because of him struck a nerve. Chris simply could not stand being the source of anyone's unhappiness, human or otherwise.

"I'm sorry... you just caught me off guard. I'm not used to my dolls coming to life and clinging to me."

The apology and accompanying explanation did little to improve her sadness. Her face remained pointed down and away, her gaze averted as if he were some sort of god she was not worthy enough to look upon.

"If you don't like it when I curl up against you, I'll sleep somewhere else then. I'm sorry to have scared you." When her voice trailed off, she stood and turned to leave. She found it impossible when he reached out and gently gripped her shoulder.

"No, don't go, please. I didn't say I didn't like it. I just said I'm not used to it. I've been sleeping alone for so long, having someone suddenly there that you didn't know could return the hug makes you jump a bit. Please stay." The sobering thought of his fear pushing this fabulously beautiful creature away was enough to make him start feeling sick to his stomach. He had pushed others away before, and some he simply scared away by coming on too strong. He couldn't stand the thought of happening yet again, and with one so lovely as her. The plush sighed softly and sat back down on the edge of the bed, her back to him, ears still back, nose still pointed at the floor.

"If that's what you want, I'll stay."

That was the last straw. He was on the verge of breaking down into tears right there. Without a word, he pulled the living doll down to him, wrapping both arms around her in a warm, loving embrace while his lips pressed against her forehead.

"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I do want you to stay. You're the most amazing thing I've ever seen," To his surprise, she didn't fight him when he pulled her down to him, actually nudging herself closer, "I promise; I will take good care of you. When I saw your picture for the first time, it was all I could think about."

That triggered a soft giggle from the plushy, confusing her human owner. It was odd how fast she jumped from one mood to another.

"I know. I kinda snuck a peak in your computer. You've got some interesting quirks. I think I might like living with you."

Chris' cheeks, the pink skin flushing into a lovely crimson.

"You saw my logs!?"

She nodded and kissed the shocked human's cheek again.

"That's right. You don't mind that I did... do you? I only wanted to find out what you were into. You're not mad are you?" Her honesty surprised him. Usually, people just told him some stupid lie when it came to why they were looking around on his computer. The best one he heard was from a colleague shortly before he was fired 'I thought it was really big compact mirror'. That one alone had him laughing for at least ten minutes straight. Saeila on the other hand; she gave it to him in a simple, easy to understand, no beating around the bush, answer. That alone gave him more respect for her.

"No... It's okay. I just... I don't show people that stuff so I may get a little paranoid when someone sees it, no matter who it is." Afraid he had upset her, he began to stroke her back softly, finding her pelt to be quite luxurious. He had never actually pet a fox before, but he was fairly confident that if one had been cleaned and pampered like a top show dog, its fur would feel much like this. The attention he was showing her resulted in a soft 'murr' from his companion. It surprised him to a degree; the sound was exactly how he had imagined it. The more he lay there with her curled up around him, the more he grew to enjoy it.

"Thanks for taking care of me after I fell." Before he realized what he was doing, he pressed his lips to hers, his eyes closed to savor the experience. Her vocalization grew louder and her arms tightened around his chest. Unlike the human, the kiss had a rather profound effect on her. In seconds, she was atop him, straddling his hips and planting kisses all over his face before returning her lips to his, holding there as she allowed her tongue to slip free, seeking his out and wrapping up with it as her hips ground against his waist. In her mind, she was acting in accordance with what he had planned on doing with her in the first place; as a matter of fact, she had been looking forward to it.

Chris, on the other hand, was taken completely by surprise, having thrown all his hopes of any 'fun' out the window when he realized she was alive. His eyes were wide open, his body tense and motionless as the plush went about her own acts of self-indulgence, determined to drag her human along for the ride. It was the most erotic thing he had been involved in, at least in the real world, and it was most certainly not going to be the last; not if Saeila had anything to do with it. As if sensing not only his physical apprehension, but his mental reluctance as well, she slowed herself down, pulling her face away to look into his eyes while her ever active hands found themselves working to remove his boxers. The dim, artificial light silhouetted her form making her appear like some radiant, dark angel sent from above to love him. In his eyes, she truly was. Immediately, he relaxed and his gaze, locked with hers, softened, a warm smile crossing his face to accompany it.

"You're so beautiful. How could I possibly deserve someone as wonderful as you?" His flattery was met with a gentle shushing by means of a soft, fuzzy paw resting against his lips.

"Shhh, just enjoy the moment love. Save that for later." She was amazingly persuasive, almost hypnotic with that voice and those eyes. Even though they were hard plastic things, they seemed softer, containing that spark of life other dolls lacked. Her words were reason enough to go quiet and let her do as she would with him. The fear and insecurity within his mind ebbed and vanished as she removed what little he was wearing with those dainty fingers, caressing his manhood playfully before giving it a few gentle licks to stiffen it up a bit. Her tongue was rubbery, but not like that of a balloon, more like an eraser only far more flexible. It even gave off warmth like the rest of her body did, and it was damp, actually damp. She was a plushy and yet she had saliva, or at least could produce it on command. He marveled at her magnificence, wondering again how it was he could have been so lucky to have been chosen to take care of her.

At least, he wondered that until she moved back up to lay atop him, pressing her soft, plush lips to his in a deep kiss, inspiring more than just love, but pure emotion, emotions he had never before felt, or even thought possible to feel; all of this invoked by one kiss. If the rest of her was as skilled as her mouth, he would surely have more than enough sexual activity to last him a lifetime and beyond should heaven permit him to stay longer. His arms wrapped around her cushiony body, pulling her tight against him until he could actually feel his own abdomen through her skin. At first he was worried he was hurting her what with the moans and whimpers coming from her. He loosened his grip on her and pulls his lips from hers.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know that hur-" Before he could finish, she had mashed her mouth back against his, losing herself in another deep, fulfilled kiss until she had to surface for air, panting softly against his neck.

"It didn't hurt, it felt wonderful! Do it again and don't stop!" Her eyes were still closed and her ears pulled back, pinned against her skull as she spoke. Her words came out between the lustful pants and her human was all too eager to comply, readily able to squeeze her to her heart's content. He fastened his arms back around her and mashed her against him as tight as he could, rather enjoying it himself since more and more of her splendidly soft fur spread over his own hairless skin. It tickled and stimulated every square millimeter it came into contact with. It was as if each individual hair was alive, teasing and stroking his surfaces, including his groin.

She felt his swelling beneath her and grinned slightly, knowing exactly what to do with such a reaction. Though she had never been with a male, she was not without education in the carnal arts, either from reading his various logs and stories or from some other means, possibly from Rayla herself. It was anyone's guess what the gypsy had learned in her years and what she had passed on to the vixen. That knowledge would be put to great use while in Chris's company, starting with that very night, or was it day? He couldn't tell. Something had been draped over the blinds to keep it dark but that wasn't what he was focused on. All he could think about was Saeila and how good it felt to hold her against his nude form. Similar thoughts were running through her head, mixed with thoughts of how best she could please him. She thought it might be a good place to start by beginning simply and add in anything she could think of he might like as time went on.

In one swift, fluid motion, the vixen rolled them over so that he was atop her, bearing down upon her with all his weight. It only added to the already remarkable experience her pelt was exuding upon the lust bound human. She giggled loudly as she submitted, allowing him to move her easily. Her arms remained wrapped about his torso, pulled just as tight as she could manage. Since her body was nothing more than skin and fluff, making her quite malleable, she couldn't squeeze terribly hard, ensuring enough pressure to make sure she would move with him while not making it difficult for him to breathe. Chris sensed the tensing and ran his cheek along side hers, making his own human version of a murr, sounding more like a simple 'Mmm' than anything else.

All the motion the two had gone through so far had done little more than position them properly for what was on both their minds. Chris's stiff equipment pressed quite firmly against the plush vixen's groin. As he moved his hands all around on her back, he could even feel the impression of his phallus through her deliciously cuddly body. Either that region of her was already highly sensitive, possibly because he was essentially stroking her womanhood from the other side, or the fact she was wrapped up around him so tightly made her more susceptible to loving caresses such as that. It was more than enough to get her pushed to the edge; she had to have him.

Saeila moaned and pushed up against him, her body beginning to firm up, feeling more like a normal living creature than a plushy. She was no longer able to be squeezed into such wonderful submission quite so easily. Chris was taken by surprise feeling himself lifted up a few inches off the bed by her seemingly inflating body. Quickly he figured out what it was she really was after; his member already beginning to slip deep into her warm, tight confines. He had to be dreaming. This was simply far too glorious to describe, the sensations overloading his mind, sending him into a spiraling descent down into the deep sea of carnal pleasure. Slowly, almost to the point of agony, inch after inch passed through her velvety lips, into a passage so smooth and silky, it had to be made entirely of silk. On top of that, he could actually feel moisture hidden away inside her. Somehow, she was actually already wet! Usually, something along these lines would baffle Chris and make him want to figure out what the cause of it really was, but at the moment, his mind was on other things.

Gradually, the whole of the human's length was pressed into the warm, tight, and yes, moist folds of his vixen lover, holding there for only seconds before he pressed his lips back against hers, keeping them there as he pulled his hips away. That now slicked up rod passed back through those velvety petals, only to be crammed back into her in a fluid, stern thrust. That one motion alone set them both moaning against one another, heat and passion building, juices flowing, heart racing. Chris was losing his virginity to a plushy. As strange as it might have seemed to anyone else, to him it was horribly romantic. He set himself into a steady, rhythmic pace, pumping firmly against the soft yet firm vixen under him. Her warmth gripped his shaft and rippled over it softly, as if it was her mouth suckling on a mother's breast, milking him for whatever she could get from him. Her silken passageway was doing wonders for his libido, making the whole experience that much more fabulous.

Grunts, groans, pants, and even a few snarls echoed throughout the room as the two made love, the vixen gnawing on her partner's neck and shoulders. Lucky for him, her mouth was just as soft as the rest of her, but she did happen to leave just a bit of drool about when she pulled away. Seconds passed and the pleasure welled up within both of them, an explosion eminent until finally it happened. Chris wrapped his arms tightly about his vulpine lover, moaning as loudly as he was able, spraying her stuffed innards with hot, sticky, white cream. The sudden jet followed by the subsequent throbs and pulses deep inside her sent Saeila into an overwhelmingly blissful orgasm that wracked her plush body. It sent a tremor through her as she clung to her human, panting and yipping until finally, the climax began to ebb, the afterglow of the glorious peak settling in. Chris panted softly, catching his breath as he looked into her eyes.

"Love... you are... amazing... how did I... get so lucky?" His lips pulled into a soft smile, a hint of fatigue showing through in his expression. The fox just giggled quietly, kissing his nose.

"Luck had nothing to do with it honey. You were just the right person for me. Rayla told me so. She said you were a kind, gentlemanly dragon who would take care of me and love me forever."

That was enough to make him blush, but it was true. He would do exactly what she had described. He would fight tooth and nail for her.

"Well then I had best not let her or you down. I'll do just that, take care of you and love you forever."

Both vixen and human smiled, realizing this was the start of a beautiful relationship for them. Ever so slowly, almost reluctantly, Chris removed himself from her depths, cuddling up close next to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The two, obviously smitten with one another, remained embraced for what seemed like hours, but in fact, only minutes had passed before the human sat up in bed, stretching a bit, and looking back at the plush he had come to love so much so surprisingly quickly.

"Darling, what time is it?" He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead before she could answer, needing to turn her head in order to see the clock.

"It's 2:45 in the afternoon."

That couldn't be right, it was dark in the room, and he had always had plenty of light in here during the day.

"But... there's no sun... " He looked confused, the look twisting further when the vixen laughed.

"Sure there is, I just covered up the window with something light couldn't shine through. Didn't think the bright light would be too kind on your noggin." She was indeed correct. When he took a closer look at the window, he saw some cardboard taped over it, easy to remove but still very effective. He slid out of the bed and took it down, letting the warm sunshine flood the room, giving him a better look at his lover. Immediately, he slid back onto the bed, pulling his plush close and kissing her before both drifted off slowly to sleep, the sound of that strangely soothing vulpine 'murr' filling the room.

Chris thought to himself just how easily he could get used to hearing that sound.