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The Glue That Holds Us Together	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Toy Story Views: 13986 -:- 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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"A push up contest?" He rolled onto his stomach, meeting her eye to eye. "Do toys even have muscles to tire out?"
"Sure we tire out! Just like anybody!" Jessie looked a little smug, gnashing her teeth. "I just know you're afraid of being beat by a girl, right?" Jessie gave him the sassy business, looking in on him, daring him. He gave her a harsh squint as he put his hands down on the cold carpet, having one goal in mind:
To impress Jessie.
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That was easy.
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Okay, not bad.
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He was really beginning to ache.
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Oh god, it was starting to hurt.
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Please, no more. Jessie, stop!
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He checked in on Jessie one more time, only to see her not slowing down at all - in fact, she seemed to be going faster and faster. He tried to quicken his pace, but only felt a sharp burning. He collapsed, face first. Rolling onto his side, he fell onto his back. He just... needed to lay there for awhile, staring into the bulb above.
Yet she wormed her way into his vision, covering up the ceiling light.
She had a leering, almost evil, set of bedroom eyes.
Jessie pushed the palms of her hands into his cheeks. "Now I got you where I want you." She gave him a loud smacking kiss, then disappeared from view.
"J-Jessie?" There was no response. It still hurt to move, and before he had the wherewithal to find her again, she reappeared.
Without any pants.
Her plastic pelvis landed on his lips.
Those long legs of hers used his cheeks to keep herself in place, while her hands on his nostrils allowed her body to slide back and forth on his face. Jessie writhed on him, her mouth falling open, but not saying anything - her eyelids rolling to the top of her head, then back down, nearly shut.
Her heels then nipped him. "YEEEEEEEEEEEHAW, TONGUE ME COWBOY" And he tried, oh did he try to find the nether lips of her bare region - the inoffensive non-taste of the plastic did nothing for him, but her reaction drove him and his tongue to do more.
It wasn't long before he regained use of his arms. "Jmpfie" He mumbled her name from beneath, before he grabbed her from behind and pulled her upwards.
"What are ya doin'!?" Jessie kicked about limply, as if trying to reattach herself to him.
He hated to ruin her fun. "What are you getting out of this?" He asked as he wiped his spit from his face.
"Let me finish first and I'll tell ya."
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Maybe it was just him, but it felt like Jessie had been getting more and more... horny, as the days have gone on. Besides sex and play, what did Jessie get up to while he was away anyway?
He put his plate down, his mom with a focus away from him as he licked his finger.
"Have you seen that photo of you?"
"Photo?"
She thumbed it. "You know, the one on the fridge."
"Oh that one, I was just... thinking about the old days." That was a photo of him when they went to the beach. He was just glad his mom wasn't in it, or explaining why he had it would be really weird.
She sighed, leaning over onto her palm, elbow resting on the table, still staring at the fridge. "I think about your father too sometimes..."
"I'll uh... I'll get the photo now." He threw his napkin down, an abruptness to his leaving as he rushed down to his room.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find.
Jessie was jamming and vigorously rubbing the eraser end of one of his #2 pencils against her crotch, photo of him held above her face. The pencil extended out on his bed, like that of a bee's stinger.
"Oh!" She said his name in a fluster, trying to cover herself up. "I thought you was havin' dinner."
"I was, but... mom noticed." He swallowed a little, seeing Jessie in that compromising position made it hard for him to want to go back up stairs.
Jessie needed a hobby, and he had some idea on how to solve it.
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The heavy box banged about as it landed. "I think you deserve this." He slapped his hand down on top of it.
Jessie looked up helpless at it. "What is it?"
"I thought long and hard about this, Jess." Edging it more towards her with his foot. "I know I can't be here for all the hours you need me, and I think you need some friends."
Jessie's face evolved slowly from simple intrigue to a cheek hurting glow of enthusiasm, as she leaped up to the top, lifting a flap. "Y'all can come out! Don't worry. It's safe."
A mysterious figure poked up part of the top with his head. "Is this guy okay?"
"Yup!" Jessie shouted down into the box, before throwing herself off with one square corner held, allowing the others to burst through the rest, emerging like freed butterflies.
He took a seat on the ground, letting them play all around him. He was kinda nervous at first, but... they were toys and weighed basically nothing. Even when they bumped into him it didn't hurt or even annoy him. There were some he recognized, and some so generic looking they had to be from a foreign country. It looked and felt like they hadn't left that box in ages, as they moved with the energy of hummingbirds, seemingly getting used to their new home. There was only one word for the pandemonium. "Amazing..."
"Hey hot stuff." He turned dumbly to the siren call; her signature voice having seduction levels he could hardly handle, as every thought left except the newly created ones about her, blood rushing to his heart and pants.
"I like them big, and I like them dumb. You might be both." Blackarachnia from Beast Wars was... hitting on him? She was gold and black, with an obvious femme fatale sexuality of alluring yet threatening in her design, her body with an obvious hourglass shape. He always felt funny watching the show whenever she appeared, and now after being with Jessie, he knew why. Jessie was girly, but she was a woman. She crossed her arms before leaning in, making her buxom form quite clear, her golden boobs eyecatching to say the least.
"What do you say to you and I getting... better acquainted?" Her tongue oozed a sultriness as she traced her pincer claws and many extra legs over his arm.
Jessie tapped Black Arachnia's shoulder.
"Scryaaah!" With a jump, she pulled out her plastic crossbow weapon. "Back off, hussy, I saw him first."
"Actually, 'hussy' - he's with me. Isn't that right?" Jessie looked to him with a mix of confidence, but also an insecurity that he might disagree.
It took him a moment to shake off the rust. "She's right. Jessie is mine. Sorry."
She thought about it, but reluctantly put her weapon away. "Well, you can't stop a girl from trying." Blackarachnia eyed up her competition. "I don't know why a boy like you would play with a girl like her, but whatever. Maybe he'll join the winning team when he could be having all of this-" She posed and swayed, showing off her proportions as she walked away - which were definitely more obvious than Jessie's. "Later."
Jessie still looked mad as she tried to play it off casually, her lips pursed. "Bit popular with the girls huh?"
He slapped the side of his face. "Just the toys..." He sighed.
Jessie tied her arms behind her back as she tapped her foot. "W-w-well I should get the rest of the toys introduced. Find places for them to live. You know..." Jessie paused in her step, her chin slightly above her shoulder. "You'd never replace me, would ya?"
"Not even with a real girl, Jess."
Jessie turned towards him, standing straighter, before offering up a wordless smile, before she got back to her duties.
Then from out of nowhere, he appeared.
"Mademoiselle, wait!"
"Excuse me?" Jessie was as confused as he was.
With a bow, the plastic knight pulled the back of her hand to his lips, pommel still held with the other. "You are a vision beyond visions. As elegant as you are beautiful, my lady." Jessie could hardly stand to be in his gaze, the side of her face falling into her chest.
"Why thank you..."
For a moment, it was like he wasn't there. Her smile was someone elses for a brief moment.
It made his blood boil.
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"Jessie, I need to talk to you." He opened his door, shutting in the rest of the toys in his room as Jessie stepped out, clearing his throat as he did.
"What about, partner?" She was at his feet, looking up to him, before he snatched her up violently.
"What were you doing talking to that guy?" His voice cold and precise.
Jessie was thrown for a loop. "W-w-whatdya mean? Theres plenty o'guys I talked to in there!"
He stared daggers. "You know who I mean."
"But he didn't mean nothin' by it!" She struggled weakly in his grip. "And I know how to say no!" She jutted her head forward, a reassuring tone.
"So say it Jessie. Say you'll stop talking to him."
"Alright, alright... I'll tell him to back off."
He bared his canines. "Oh, that won't be necessary." He moved with a bob, a floatiness, towards the deed.
Grabbing the grate of the furnace, it scraped horribly as he revealed the inside:
Plastic melted into a black, unrecognizable, goop. A proudness of his actions lit up his face like Christmas lights. Her face was aghast, horrified at what she saw and unable to pull herself away from the charring, bubbling plastic.
"Hey, look at me Jessie." He could just force her to look at him, but he wanted her to do it of her own volition. To almost acknowledge it as a misdeed she had committed. "Don't do that ever again. Got it?" He sneered a little, the sting of betrayal still on his mind. "Or else they're gonna get that treatment too." He rasped his throat a little. "I said: Got it!?"
Jessie shifted like a tied up hostage, her shoulders slumped. She looked her maddest he had ever seen her, her lips churning. Her expression changed, to one of a sulk, her shoulders slumping, sounding defeated. "Got it..."
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Something was wrong, as he awoke startled.
Jessie was usually... cuddled up nice and snug, inches from his nose.
And now she wasn't.
He surveyed, seeing her figure in the dark near where he rested his feet.
He knew it was her because he had her ban the rest of the toys from being on the bed with them.
He sat up, before snaking forward, his legs propped up by his pillow. "Uhm... hey." He tried to take in the moment with her, some actual silence around here after all that chirping and buzzing from the toys. "I take it you're not happy with me after what happened." He tried to play it coy as to what exactly he did, with several tiny ears from around the room possibly listening in, he was paranoid to say the least. He poked her shoulder. "Hey, our first real fight. That's not so bad, is it?"
Jessie took awhile to respond, clenching her knees tighter to herself, as if saving herself from going over the edge. "Why'd you think I'd do somethin' like that?"
He tried to find a more comfortable position, before falling onto his chin. "I don't know. You're my first real girlfriend, and I see you acting nice to a stranger - all I saw was red."
"Y'know I'd never... ah, forget it." She shrugged.
He shifted, giving her his attention, the bed creaking. "No, no, no. Tell me. You know how I feel about you, so I'd like to hear how you feel."
She crooked her eyebrow, incredulous. "Oh yeah? How exactly do you feel, big fella?"
His face was that of a silent guffaw, as if saying it out loud would be ridiculous. She just looked at him expectantly. "I l-I-I love you, Jessie." He rubbed his eyes. "Jesus christ, this is insane. I'm in love with a toy!"
"Ya can't love a toy, silly."
That brought him down from the mountain top he once shouted from. She said it without any emphasis, yet it twisted like a knife. "..." He tried to find the words, without wanting to throw in an insult. Why would she say that? "Then what do we have together? How do you feel about me?"
Jessie shot up before pacing in a circle, her two index fingers fighting in opposite directions. "Let's say hypa-thetically, there was this girl toy and her owner, and I... she... thought the same about you... him, when realistically, it could never work out between them - so she wanted to protect herself because she had been abandoned before, and at the same time, she was doin' it to protect the feelins' of the boy she cared about as well - what would you do then?"
He ran his fingers like they were a comb through his hair in frustration, getting her point, but still finding himself half smirking, realising what she just said without saying it. "Love you too, Jess."
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