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The Glue That Holds Us Together	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Toy Story Views: 13928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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He drifted in and out, Jessie watching over him; her strained visage actually comforting him as he came in and out of it. The haze he saw her in made her seem like she had a single colored shape, like he could see through Jessie's clothes with x-ray vision.
"Hey'ya partner, how's it-"
"ACHOOO!" He gave her a full blast of spit and mucus. He had tried his best to hold it in when she approached, even trying to warn Jessie by rearing back.
He rolled in bed, almost violently. "Get away Jess, I'm sick and I'll get you sick too..." His right hand resting near his mouth.
He only realised his mistake after he said it, his head tilting towards a Jessie who looked at him with a cocked eye.
"Well..." He sniffed. "I could sneeze on you, and it's gross."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh unlike that OTHER gross fluid you subject me to." Jessie now rested her elbows on the backs of his fingers. "Believe me, you and gross fluids are like peanut butter and marsh-mellows."
"Jessie..." He lost his train of thought. "Peanut butter and marshmallow? That sounds kinda gross."
Jessie looked like she couldn't believe he said that, her head popping up. "What!? Fluffernutters are delicious!"
"How do you know that!?" He sounded indignant and confused.
Jessie went to her lifeless smile, her body pancaking.
In his doorway she stood, bringing him soup on a tray. It was close to noon, and his mom went out of her way to drive from work to check up on him. "How you doin', buddy?"
"Fine, mom. Ritz?"
"No crackers. No solids. Remember?" She set it down at the corner of his desk. "Oh, and you don't have to pretend to like that doll just because of me."
"Huh?"
His mom tilted her chin. "I won't tattle on you to your grandma. It's a girls toy, I get it."
His red eyes got their widest, moving from the laying Jessie, to his mom who now rested her palm on the back of his head. "Oh, uh. Right. Hah-hah..."
His mom gave him a look over. "Just get some rest - and no video games."
His eyes hit the back of his head, as he waited till she was gone before getting up, moving to his desk as he clicked on his TV to whatever was on; a bit of the steam and salty chicken smell making him feel better from what little he could breathe in through his nose, as it came with a sprinkle of nostalgia from the last time he was sick.
Jessie had come to join him, sitting down, watching the TV over his arm. Taking a spoonful, he turned his head to check out the show, only for it to cut to commercial. He turned to Jessie like he couldn't believe it. It was a Buzz Lightyear commercial, yet something about it triggered an odd shift in her, like she had seen a ghost.
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He could no longer sleep, and he had entered that phase of being sick where it was okay to do things - but if his mom saw him, she'd get mad, regardless of how he felt.
And he was feeling bored.
"Jessie. Can we do something?"
Her head sprung up. "Whaddya got in mind?"
He thought about it, while also taking in her limitations; his finger snapping on reflex. "Just wait here!" Jessie motioned to stand, holding her hat as she sat back down.
Up a second set of stairs, he turned on the hallway light, as he pulled at the cord to the attic above; a slim set of steps appearing that were almost ladder like.
He pushed up the hatch, peering in. Total darkness, as light from below sliced over his back. Yet he knew where everything was.
He bolted through the cobweb filled area, knocking down who knows how many old silk traps while making the floor boards squeak in an unsettling manner, as he collected a box with his name on it written in bold marker. Hearing small plastic rattling around informed him that he had the right one, as he trampled down and then set it down near his feet, putting everything back in place so his mom wouldn't notice he had been up there.
Back in the basement, Jessie asked with humor. "What did you bring me?"
He opened the box in anticipation, only for a look of disappointment to fill it.
All his old toys were gone. Just a couple yard sales later, and... poof - but what was left were some of his old school projects, among other things -- like old photos of him that his mom hadn't put in an album. He flipped through his drawings with various gradings from D to A, actually seeing his art improve as the years went on, letting a square slip fall between the sheets, as it didn't seem important. He watched Jessie scoop it up. "Do you got a younger brother!?" She sounded so excited seeing a younger version of himself.
He took the photo. "No, that's... that's me." He pulled at the back of his neck, like he could make himself look like that again.
While he was reminiscing, Jessie stepped over his drawings, as it seemed like the only way she could get the full scope of them, swirling about. A strange vertigo of 3D and 2D as he stared at her. "You draw?"
"Well... I used to. Gave it up for a year, and I've been kinda... scared to go back to it. I don't know if I'll have the same skills I used to." Near the bottom, he had found that rattle, as he picked up a loose sounding box of battleship. "Oh, I haven't played this in years... hey..."
Laid out flat on his stomach, he stretched himself out, checking to see Jessie's response to his command. "J... 7."
"Ya missed." Darn. Where the heck was she?
"B-4."
He grunted, inserting the final peg. She knew where he was... "Hit." He picked up his destroyed cruiser, but paused, examining it in a 360 motion. "Wait a sec. Are these battleships alive?"
"Whatdyamean?"
"I mean... you're a toy. Are these toys?"
"I don't get it."
He got a little frustrated. "Can it talk like you?"
"Well no, some toys just can't talk."
"That must really suck then. Do you think some go insane without being able to communicate?"
Jessie smacked the side of the game, popping her head over. "Wouldjya just shut up and play?
He twisted around his neck at her. "Alright little lady." He cracked his fingers. "Prepare to be sunk."
Jessie seemed confident about him being wrong, as she gave a thumbs up to the pieces as they moved places without a word.
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His mom decided to let him have another day off. As soon as he heard the car was gone, he threw that blanket off like he had been secretly hiding for hours, waiting till the coast was clear.
It was time to play some video games.
Controller in hand, he had that lackadaisical look as he waited for the cutscene to end. He barely noticed Jessie climbing onto his shoulder. "What's with these game things?"
"What do you mean?" He asked back listlessly.
She crossed her legs and folded her arms. "Why do ya like 'em?"
He hit the pause button. "Why do I like video games... why do I like video games..." He trailed off a bit, before coming to his real opinions and how he could explain it to someone like Jessie. "Oh video games are tons of fun. They're like toys, but can be way more interactive because they play with you just as much as you play with them." He responded casually. "They can have... how do I put this..." He was stumped for a second. "They have a lot more rules, so sometimes you gotta use cheat codes to make your own fun - the devs kinda do a lot of the thinking for you."
"Maybe too much thinkin'..." Before he could ponder about whether or not she was right, she threw him a curveball. "Hey, ya think we could share one of those controller doohickies with me?"
His heart raced a little as he looked over his set. Some looked too complicated for her to play a proper two player game with him.
He'd have to get retro.
After blowing on the cartridge for the fifth time, he slotted it back in, and finally, the game was working. He positioned the rectangle of plastic with the black wire leading to the grey box between them, with the side of his thumb rocking the d-pad, as he waited for Jessie to figure out her controls, as she was all raring to go, and had her hands pressed down on each button - the size of her coming into full view again, as she leaned over it.
Their first enemy. He ran towards it, hoping she knew what to do. "Woohoo! Got that varmint."
"Don't get cocky Jessie. That's just your first goomba. Now I need you to-oh yeah yeah!" His free hand wagged a finger at the screen excitedly, happy to see the plumber jump clear across the pit.
"No-yes! Go!" He sputtered out nonsensically throughout the game. "The lava! The lava!"
And Jessie did likewise right back at him. "Move! Hurry! Get me goin'!"
He always dreamed of playing games with his future girlfriend - though he imagined one that was at least several feet taller than Jessie, but this was slightly more interesting, because it was a fun and risky way to play the game. He relied on her, and in turn, she relied on him. He couldn't always bark orders and she didn't always have to listen.
"Oh no! Should I jump!?"
"Yes!"
The world of 8-4 froze as the character leapt.
The bridge fell apart.
THANK YOU. YOUR QUEST IS OVER.
He threw his hands up. "Yeah! We won!" It felt like a forever ago that he had seen this ending. Maybe back when his dad was still playing it and he had just watched.
"We won?" She looked like she didn't believe it, yet was excited all the same. Jessie was caught at a crossroads between two emotions, flipping between both in rapid succession. "WE WON!" She looked to him. "What did we win?"
"No no, we just beat the game." He let the winning tune play them out, letting it bask over them before he eventually turned it off. "That was great. What'd you think?"
Jessie seemed a bit bashful, grinding her foot in one place. "Yeah. I can see why you like 'em."
He laid on his side, his left arm propping up his face, while he hung his right arm over his head. "I really, really, had fun playing with you, Jessie."
"Same to you." She took hold of his nose, before rubbing her own against it.
His lips pushed out, catching her. At first, it was an accident - but he soon kept on doing it. Placing a single finger on her spine, he made out with the plastic girl. The past two days, he hadn't thought of being with her at all - but those moments from before started flooding back in force, and now his brain was entirely on Jessie - or more importantly in that moment, what was beneath Jessie's clothes, as he began to tug on parts of her outfit, as she allowed herself to be slobbered on.
He pulled back. "Jessie, I want to see you naked."
Wiping her face, she seemed confused, stammering out a response. "N-n-naked?"
"Yeah... you can get naked, right?" He made it seem like a challenge.
"Of course I can - but... I don't know if you'll like it." He could see the embarrassed dread on her face.
He pat down the top of her hat. "I'll like anything you do."
"Whatever ya say..." Her accent was tempered, her voice lacking the confidence it usually had backing it.
Her lanky leg came up, nearly weightless in her hands, as she worked off one boot of hers, then the other, a nearly nonexistent sound as they both fell to the floor. With them both off, he could see her feet - moulded together toes with hints of where they might have been more.
Jessie lowered her hands to her hips, causing his eyes to light up. Then she whipped her head, looking him dead in the eye. "Would ya turn around?"
"Huh?"
Jessie seemed a bit peeved to even have to explain it. "It's not exactly polite to watch a girl undress. Would you mind turnin' around?"
He agreed with a nod, giving her space and doing as told - then he flipped right back. "Hey, wait a minute - you've seen my thingie. I don't think it's impolite at all."
"Fahne." Her tone was more defiant than before, but her expression quickly regressed. Undressing was slow; maybe even slower due to his unbreaking gaze, her eyes flicking up to him with every millimeter of clothing she pulled upon.
She danced herself out of her jeans, before kicking them off - then came the shirt, as she took it off in a crossed motion. It was like she was trying downplay it, not acting proud as she bundled up her shirt before tossing it into the pile of clothes she was making. Was she... was she ashamed of her body? He almost didn't believe it - but the way she cowered under his vision made it clear she did - but he actually understood why - his vision of her was all encompassing - he could see everything.
Though there wasn't much there to see, but he was still fascinated with her - because of who it was.
She had stripped herself bare, standing as naked as a toy could get, her plastic female shape obvious, but her parts lacking detail of a normal woman, her plastic skin reflecting the light above as he rotated around her on his palms, looking like a dog hungry for a steak.
"You're kinda cute, naked." He joked, while poking her behind, causing her to jump up and shout 'hey!'. Jessie put her hands on her butt in embarrassment, trying to block him from seeing them.
She pulled down her hat, holding it to her chest like a Christmas wreath on a door, her eyes pleading. "I ain't never been naked in front of no fella before..."
"You should do it more often." He pushed his thumbs nearer to her neck, imprinting on her plastic skin. "Man, you'd be perfect with some nipples." Her body a vague display of female shapes, yet having an undefined sexuality he couldn't deny.
She flew back. "Would ya stop!?"
"Only teasing, Jess." Her hair and face were almost entirely the thing that got him attracted to her in the first place - yet he still imagined her with the breasts and ass he knew she deserved.
She put her foot down, crossing her simple pointy chest. "Well if you're just teasin' me... then I'm goin' to bed." Jessie led him along, her strides now long, before climbing up using his sheets, and as her legs hung over the side, she gave one of her plastic cheeks a slap, throwing him a knowing look over her shoulder, as Jessie then presented herself like a cat on all fours, shimmying her ass side to side, before landing on her back, legs partially spread, body open to him.
He dove for her like she were a bank vault of money.
Resting on her elbows, he towered over her, enveloping her in a shadow; her lip curled, realising what she might have gotten herself into. He wondered if this is what Pan got up to with Tink and if it was just as awkward - or as empowering. "Ya got me. What are you gonna do with me?"
His spine curved, as he left slow, trailing kisses, all along her exposed chest. "You like that?"
"Uh huh..." Came her voice in a weakened state. He couldn't believe it was having an effect. Maybe she was playing it up? At her stomach, he teased her with a kiss near her pelvic joint, but then brushed back up, as he left streaks on her holeless navel. "Oooooh, just hurry up and... and..."
"And what, Jessie?" He asked, staring her in the eye, while leaving a loud smacking kiss on her body.
"I wanna see it..." Her head rolled her into her shoulder, sounding so needy as she did.
He swung his neck to see what she was seeing. His groin had tentpoled, and it couldn't be more obvious, but she wanted to see more. He reached into his pants, bringing it out with a wag. "All that... because of me?" Jessie questioned in a sleepy, dreamlike state.
"I think about you alot." The both of them got quiet, as the corners of Jessie's lips just raised slightly. That was all he needed, before he applied a light grip on her, as she held on tight to the sheets, accepting the ride she was about to go on.
He pumped and bumped against the bare region over and over, her legs bouncing around helplessly, her hands doing their best to keep her attached to where she laid. It would have been gross or weird to hump a lifeless doll, but with Jessie, it was just like he imagined it might be with a real girl - though he had to angle himself just right, or the illusion and the feeling wouldn't be right in his humping.
His body ached for her, as he searched for an entrance on her he just couldn't plug, as he convulsed and groaned over her. "Oh Jessie." He repeated several times over.
She responded with his name right back, before falling into her own kind of breathy sensuality, encouraging him further. "Do it anywhere you want - you can have me anytime you want. It don't matter. I want it too."
That kinda talk from Jessie was almost as good as rubbing up against her, his penis turning redder, now against banging her. The tip of it was like a train car, barreling, before coming to a stop by connecting to the caboose of Jessie, erupting upwards from her imagined pussy, as he watched himself flow over her body, up to her face, and even past that. Jessie's wide-eyed excitement was extinguished as he left her covered in dollops, her face now soured, nose crinkled.
Now floppy, he collapsed at her side. What a mess. Most of it got onto Jessie, but there was now a collected essence that swarmed around her. Thankfully, he knew how to work the laundry machines.
With both hands, Jessie reached up and removed the curtain shade of cream from both of her dolls eyes. Flicking them outward did little to help, as it was still very sticky. "You ever asked for more than ya bargained for?"
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