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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
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"MmmmMMMMmmyeah... go fish."
He snapped, pulling his face out of his homework. "Skeletor. Shredder. Enough of the go-fish already!" He then threw down his pencil. "And Chip, stop trying to fight the Gorgonite..." He left space for it to answer.
"Archer." The deep and sophisticated voice responded back.
"Right. Yes. Him." But the noises wouldn't stop, as his face fell into his hands. As soon as he swiped his fingers through his hair in irritation and brought his neck up again, he had made up his mind.
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He let Jessie out of the bag, before reclining alone. Taking her to school was the only time he could do it without her asking questions.
She noticed something was wrong right away, the tell being the quiet - the quiet giving away what he had done. "W-where is everybody?" Jessie knew.
"During lunch, I got rid of them." He flicked his hand in a general direction. "They're somebody elses problem now."
"I don't understand. I didn't talk to any boy toys after ya told me..." She seemed concerned, knuckle to her cheek.
"Forget me worrying about you getting with someone else... which I did... but that was like twenty roommates - and I'm not even in college. I can't... I couldn't take all this... noise. This presence. All these little eyes or souls or whatever - it was too much." His annoyance came out in a long dragon's breath and flapping lips, wishing he had never even done it in the first place. "If I was five years younger, I think I woulda been happy about this - but I am too old, Jessie." That felt weird to say.
Her shoulders sank hard; her hands in touching distance of her knees. "I know... but where does that leave me? I thought me and those other toys could work together and maybe bring back, y'know... somethin' ya mighta lost."
"Jessie, you didn't bring me back something I lost." He walked over to her. "You gave me my life - but it's still my life to live, and I just want it with you." He scooped her up softly to no resistance. "No more other toys. It's just gonna be us from now on. Okay?"
Jessie nodded.
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It was here! He finally got it! It felt like everything was going his way. Jessie had finally forgotten about whathisname. Halloween was coming up soon, and his sweet tooth was going to be satisfied - and now, he had the game of the year in his hands - no, game of the century! His mom gave him the money, and he had to walk a ways to get it, but he had it; a grin from ear to ear as he kept opening the bag and looking at it, plucking at the plastic and the way it was sealed, reading the back of it with its hyped features.
He threw off his jacket, biting off each of his gloves, before slinging his backpack off with a heavy throw into the corner, before sitting down at his computer, pulling out the game box. He pushed it along the surface, with a jingling noise coming back in response.
"Hey, what's this?" He pointed to several stacks of coins that had been piled near the keyboard. They had been appearing over the last few days, but he finally was able to bring them up after spending so much time with Jessie.
Jessie picked up a heavy looking quarter like it were one of the discs the older kids threw in track. "Oh, that's just what I've found lookin' around your house." It was a particularly shiny one, reflecting her image. "It's amazin' what you can find when you're only a couple'a inches high."
"Well, finders keepers. Do you want something?"
She set it back down, dusting her hands. "No silly, they're yours. I'm just a toy, remember?"
His stomach dropped a little. He wasn't sure why. "I mean... okay." He felt so uncomfortable even saying that. Jessie deserved something, but what could he give a toy?
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"Yeah I'd like to return this." It was still wrapped, and as soon as he got his cash back, he rushed around the department store, trying to remember where it was.
He inhaled, then exhaled. He skipped in place, before hanging his head, trying to gain the last bit of confidence he could before doing this, but it wasn't his breathing exercises that got him to finally commit, it was the fact that nobody was around.
He was ready. He was gonna do this.
He blindly ran through the girls toy aisle, grabbing up whatever looked like an accessory for Barbie from the racks, sounding like he was hyperventilating as he did. Navigating all these boxes was hard enough, yet he still managed to grab a set of polaroid instants in a crooked free hand, an idea already brewing in his head as he dropped it all on the checkout conveyor belt.
"It's for my kid sister." Answering a question nobody even asked at the till.
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"Batteries in. Polaroids, in and-" With both hands he turned it around, his ring finger flexing for the button, as he took a self shot of himself - seeing red spots from the flash as he turned it back. "Camera, working." He let it hang loose by the strap around his neck. "Alright Jessie, you ready?" He called to her
Behind a box with a towel as the curtain. "Alright - hope ya like it." Jessie then emerged, striding out in a shiny purple, belly exposing top - with drips of dark violet seeped into the finer details, with a pair of matching genie like pants to boot. Showboating on her stage, following the pathway of cardboard he made for her, her hip darted one way, then the other, as he clapped his hands before putting the camera to his eye. "Yeah, give it to me Jess-ie!" The photo came out of it like it was the camera's tongue blowing a raspberry, which was quickly replaced by another tongue, and then another, as more photos of Jessie rained out. Some were complete blurs, and unusable - but others came out perfectly, capturing a snapshot of life in a toy that otherwise shouldn't be walking and talking.
She cycled through outfits, going 'backstage' to change. A solid white tee with repeating polka-dot heart shaped pattern and a neon pink skirt, which reminded him of a girl he went to class with once, then a baby blue princess dress and necklace, which Jessie had a tough time with, with all the ruffles dragging; Jessie lifting it as she walked, fearful of tripping - though she did her best bow for him. "No offense, but I feel stupid in this one."
"Nah, you look great." He snapped another photo, despite her pouting.
Another disappearance, and then, she came out in the outfit he anticipated the most:
Hawaiian flower shapes emerged in white on the orange cream colored top, with a similarly colored towel toga covering the lower half. She held the back of her head, her fingers dangling teasingly close to the knot. It sprang off her like it were a built-in feature in her design, a newfound sultry look following, revealing the two piece bikini it was. He nearly went into hysterics, his clicking finger trying his best to not jam the thing. As she made it to the end, she dropped down to her knees, legs spread, as she pressed the back of her head forward, while her other hand was traveling down her navel, closing in on the top of her pantyline.
She reached her hand into the front of her bikini.
"Ah~..." Jessie moaned out in a way that caught him utterly off guard. The camera froze to his eye, as he watched her, moving about as she pulled on the back of her head, eyes closed, totally in lust with the situation she was putting herself in, with a hint of frustration backing it.
"What do you imagine that's down there?"
Jessie threw back a devilish grin, as two fingers bounced off her knee. "The same thing you imagine, I reckon."
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It was the second night of their little personal fashion show, and he might have gone a little overboard, as the stage even got more elaborate, his original plan was to get some sand from his old elementary school playpen, but the nearly frozen and wet dirt was unappealing to even try digging out, so he instead opted for a cut out of a beach from a magazine.
Jessie trotted out in a yellow one piece with a ping pong ball underneath her arm. Jessie did a closed eyed, excited cheer on one foot. Wiping away nonexistent sweat, she lounged herself gracefully in a blue and white striped beach chair. Laid out on her stomach, Jessie had a haughty look, her teeth gnashed, looking over her shoulder, her eyes covered by black plastic sunglasses that totally obscured her vision, yet she knew exactly how to pose for the camera, always happy to reveal the tightness of it around her ass. He was already wanting her, but when Jessie reached back there with a finger and snapped the bikini snug to her posterior, he moved the camera away from his face, wanting to see it unobstructed.
He needed the real thing.
He reached into his pants, throwing out his hardening shlong her way.
"Oh my." She slapped the side of her face. "What brought this on."
"Well... I was thinking all day about you at school." He blushed. "Especially in your outfits."
Jessie casually lifted her sunglasses. "Mmmmm, I thought I had you yesterday - but we can make up for lost time." She was playing it so cool, unlike the Jessie he usually knew - then she tossed them somewhere he was sure he'd never find them again, that familiar expression of 'rarin' to go' on her face. She did slinky maneuvers, showing off each part of herself; her wrist hanging daintily. "Whattya think about? My eyes?" She fluttered them. "My hair?" She played with her tail. "My legs?" She showed how high she could kick them up from her seat, before standing. "My... butt?" She planted her feet before she spun around, then giving herself a spank.
"All that and more." He whimpered, closing the distance.
Jessie pressed her face to it, leaving little kisses as she massaged his skin. "Oh wow, you're all wet and sticky here already." Jessie pulled back, a webby strand trailing to her lip.
He couldn't help himself, as he stroked himself like an animal, Jessie not minding in the least, watching with nail biting intrigue. "Do you... do you... like it when I do this?" He asked in a grunty, breathy fashion.
"Yeah..." Jessie responded in a dreamlike fashion, before pulling the straps off her shoulders, the skintight swimwear slowly coming down, revealing she had drawn on little pink nubs to her chest.
Suddenly wild thoughts of a full grown Jessie entered his head. "W-w-wow."
She smirked. "What's the point of gettin' nude if there's nothin' there, right?" He dumbly responded with a 'right', his answer meaning nothing really, as he imagined pawing fully grown ones.
Her hands pushed on his ring locked finger and thumb. "Here, lemme." She rapidly dropped down to her haunches, then stood, then went down, then stood, pulling on his skin as she raised and lowered, eye contact never breaking - well, at least when he could see her come up between squints. "Do." Jerk. "Ya." Pull. "Like." Yank. "That?" Her voice strained, her arms and face now covered in a sheen.
"Oh yes." He gasped. "Jessie-" He now begged with exasperated breathing "Please let me do you."
"Alright... but be gentle." She gave the side of its head a peck, before hitching herself atop her familiar, and hopefully favorite, balogne pony. "All set, big guy." She started with her trademark pole sliding, as if where she was sitting was never comfortable, her face determined with a mission to make this rocket go off, as he imagined her biting down her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. He reached down, pinching her chest. Jessie didn't react at first - but she then understood. "Uhn... mmmph... hey, didn't I say to be gentle?"
"Oh, sorry." He relaxed the hold, now just using his thumbs to tease and rub her chest in a circular motion, sometimes pulling them back to remind himself that there was something there - he wasn't sure why, but her body began to quiver and her legs shook before going completely stiff. "Is that... is that good?"
"Yuh-huh." She then switched places, and the way her one piece wedged added a visual appeal on top of how it felt. "Grab a hold there." He didn't need to be told twice, as he applied a light grip on her back before starting his jerking motions, as she held on tight, riding along with him. He tried his best to do what she asked, but couldn't help himself, as his pace outgrew hers, and her limbs became stringy and loose, flopping about as he went. He forcefully dismounted her into his hand, and then aimed at her bare chest, though it ended up everywhere. Usually his pearls for her were on the lighter side, because she had been taking loads regularly at this point - it meant less of a clean up for her - but not today. He had built up from the past week, with no privacy from those other toys, they practically had no alone time, and his seed came at her like downpour.
He expected Jessie to be displeased, as she normally wasn't a fan when it ended up super gobby like this, but he watched her in his palm as she swam in it, flicking up her toes and letting it fall into the little crevices of her body, revelling in it, rubbing it into her thighs like it were sunscreen lotion; the moist yellow bikini stuck to her like glue.
Committing to his part of their little ritual, he went upstairs with a bowl, bringing it back down filled. As Jessie cleaned herself in their usual soup bowl of water and soap, he looked over the spread of photos, like they were from a freshly opened pack of that trading card game and he was looking for a rare shiny. He pushed them out and around in a number eight pattern, admiring his work - admiring Jessie.
Only then did he realise how this looked. "You know, if somebody saw these, they'd think I was deranged."
"Well they're for your eyes only anyway." Jessie commented, scrubbing herself, before climbing out - walking naked as a jaybird, her nipples now gone, her walk aiming her towards her old set of clothes.
"Hey, aren't you gonna wear one of your new sets of clothes? It doesn't have to be one of the uh... slutty ones." He didn't know any other word for it.
"It's allrite. It was fun showin' them to ya, but... I feel at home in this." She made her point while slapping on her hat. "None of them clothes is me." Jessie swiped her wrist over herself. "This is me."
"Oh..." He looked like droopy hound dog after she said that.
"I appreciate the gesture, really, I do." Jessie waved her hands up and down in front of herself, trying to get him to calm down. "... but... I like the way I dress already - you'd know that if you asked instead of doing all this secretive crud." She knocked her fist on his big toe like a drum. "You can talk ta me anytime." She did an energetic showoff curtsy. "I'm right here, y'know."
From feeling crushed, to feeling silly, Jessie took him on one big rollercoaster.
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