In the city of Relo's Grand Central mall sat a unique and renowned toy store, Herman's Toys and Amusements, though it had honestly seen better days. During the week, especially, the expansive story felt empty and vacant...but the during the weekends it happened to be rather busy. There were a lot of reasons why Herman's was so famous, but probably the least well known was their realistic, life-like teddy bear.

If Olly was being honest, he hated this job. If he was claustrophobic, he'd likely freak out about being inside the suit-- he was forced to sit at the back of the store from a period of about 7am to noon, when he'd finally be taken out for lunch, only to be put back in from 1pm till closing. Sure, it sounded like a cushy job, but the suit was...weird-- he had to sit with his legs stuck out on either sides, with padding covering about every inch of him so that the exterior looked puffy and rounded like a teddy bear should. There was actually a lot more of the padding at the back than the front, and he was more or less pressed to the chest of the suit itself, so he was as close to the kids as possible...kind of creepy, really. His arms, too were unable to even touch his sides; the padding was just too thick and it forced him to sort of sit them at 45-degree angles.

The worst offender, however, was that he had to be naked whilst wearing it. Why? The emphasis of the famous teddy bear was on 'realism', and a flap sat at the front that the kids could unbutton to reveal...well, the most realistic part of a person. Olly had been hired strictly for this purpose-- he was a raccoon, but he was unique in that his fur was a soft chocolate brown. So unique, in fact, that not even his parents or younger sister and brother had the same kind of colours. He remembered the day he'd taken on the job, when a man had hurriedly approached him in the street and practically begged on his hands and knees, offering a salary double what he was used to in his shitty barista job. He was kind of regretting taking it now.

It was a Wednesday, so the store was basically dead. How the day should have gone was that Olly would have simply sat there the entire time, waiting until lunch, and then again until closing, and go home-- an easy $25 an hour for a job that paid way too much. Unfortunately, things didn't necessarily go to plan; everyone's circumstances were different, so he wasn't surprised when he saw a couple of kids, two boys, making their way around the store unaccompanied by their parents. The amount of times adults let their kinds wander freely and take things on the shelves was so common that there were staff hired just to put the toys back on the shelves after the kids were done. It's like the parents considered it free babysitting, or something.

Eventually, they made their way towards him-- no kid could resist checking him out once they saw him from the other end of the aisle, and the two boys were no exception. As they drew closer, he took in their features, more out of curiosity than anything else: one was a fox, the other an avian, two unlikely friends given their species. The fox was pretty normal looking, but like most avians, the bird was rather exotic; white-feathered, with the occasional teal, and thick around the hips...though no wings to speak of, interestingly enough. It was summer weather, so both cubs, probably between 8-11 if he had to guess, were only wearing a shirt and shorts, and walked around barefoot, like most.

"Woah, it's so huge!" The fox remarked, and Olly quiet watched them through the nose of the teddy bear's large head-- he was unable to really look through the eye parts because they were a little too high up, plus they didn't have a thin film on them like the nose did. They disappeared from view for a moment and he listened to their pattering feet and clacking claws against the laminated floor as they circled around what little of him they could; his back was to the wall behind him, so they only really got to examine the front.

"What's the flap for?" Another voice chimed, and Olly guessed it was the avian. He tensed for a moment as he felt a tugging near to his crotch, and he had to simply sit there as they curiously unbuttoned the flap to reveal his naked crotch area beneath. Both cubs let out a cry and the raccoon resisted the urge to snort.

"It has a weiner!" One of them laughed, whilst the other giggled along. Olly's fur blended perfectly to the colour of the surrounding teddy bear, so it wasn't really surprising that they thought the teddy bear had a dick, instead of surmising that someone was inside. What Olly hadn't expected, however, was for someone to nudge his crotch. He couldn't tell who it was at first, but eventually the cubs appeared in his field of view, their gaze fixed downwards towards his crotch. Olly had to guess from the way the fox wobbled on his feet that he was effectively prodding at the raccoon's dick with his paw, nudging with his toes. 

"It feels so real..." The fox mumbled as Olly tensed. There were 2 main rules that the raccoon had to follow: firstly, he could only move in case of emergency, for the most part, or to throw kids off, metaphorically speaking. Secondly, he was never to get hard-- it would give the company a bad rep...but what was he meant to do when some kid's foot was literally lifting his flaccid, humanoid cock up? His body reacted to the touch of its own accord and his member started to swell, albeit slowly, under the fox's movements. The avian seemed to notice and nudged his friend, who lowered his paw as the boy spoke.

"I think it's getting all stiff n' stuff." The avian whispered.

"Like when we're looking at that nudie mag?" The fox pursed his muzzle. "Does that mean we should make that stuff come out?"

"I dunno...Mom says I'm not meant to touch other people's weiners..." The avian shifted uncomfortable on his feet, but the fox looked incredulous.

"But you touched mine!"

"You're my friend, so it's okay!"

"Okay...? And this is a teddy bear."

Both cubs were momentarily lost in thought, and in that small period of time, the raccoon thankfully started to soften. Olly's heard was pounding in his chest, and he wondered if this counted as enough of an emergency for him to shake the kids off. Actually, fuck it-- he'd take the flak from his boss later. He didn't want these kids doing anything they might regret.

He moved in his suit, squirming at first to get a good angle, before he slowly raised his hands and stuck them out, catching the cubs by surprise. The two boys immediately retreated, letting out a shocked cry as he scared them, before they relaxed a little when they realised the teddy bear couldn't even stand. Olly made an effort to twisting the head left and right before he cleared his throat, parting his lips to speak.

"Uh, hello, kids!" He did his best to put on a gruff, low-toned 'bear-like' voice. "D...Don't you know it's rude to touch someone's private area without asking?"

"W-We're sorry, Mr. Bear, sir!" The fox stood upright and put his arms behind his back. "We were, um..."

"As long as you apologise, it's alright," Olly had no intention of actually upsetting them. "Would you be so kind as to, uh, button me back up?"

"But, Mr. Bear..." The avian interjected. "Your thingy got all stiff...won't it hurt if you don't touch it?"

"Uh..." He trailed off for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. "That's not how it works, kids."

"Are you sure?" The avian pressed, getting closer and crouching down. Olly hoped it was because he was buttoning him back up, but instead he felt a feathered hand curl around his soft member, directing it upwards and tugging at the tip with another hand. Olly tensed again and let out a quiet grunt, before squirming in his suit, trying to move his legs. If only he could get in and out of the suit without assistance-- he could move his legs a little, and they weren't completely tight in there, but it was impossible to bend them without completely ripping the suit, which he didn't really want to do; the pay was good, getting fired wasn't.

"Maybe he's lying because he doesn't want us to feel bad," The fox suggested, approaching and crouching down to disappear out of Olly's line of sight. "It's okay, Mr. Bear, we can help you! You can't reach with your arms, right?"

"Kids, don't--" Olly arched his back and had to clamp his mouth shut as he felt not 2, but 4 hands on his cock, dragging down the skin all at once to expose the head. He could look down to see what they were doing, but he could definitely feel it; though clumsy, their hands moved in a rhythm that stimulated him to his very core, stroking from base to tip. His cock wasn't particularly large, so one of those hands sort of just hovered around the base and mostly touched with the fur of his pelvis, but that was beside the point.

"S-Stop, stop," Olly insisted, trying his best to keep up the voice. "You didn't ask, remember? You don't have to do this!"

"Mr. Bear's so considerate," The fox mumbled from below Olly's field of view, and the wet sounds of his cock being masturbated by young hands started to grow audible, thanks to his pre-cum. "He's getting all wet, too-- if we hadn't helped, he might have been really hurt!"

The avian briefly hummed his approval before the two boys lapsed into silence, and Olly spluttered, trying to think of some way out of this. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt excruciatingly good-- having those hands stroke and grope him just out of his line of sight was weirdly kinky, too, if he wasn't considering that it was cubs who were jerking him off. Maybe it was because of the pleasure that he was unable think of a good way to get them off him, but he found himself growing silence as well, save for the occasional grunt and huff as he tried to keep himself quiet. He turned his head left and right to see if anyone was watching them, and thankfully that didn't seem to be the case-- no cameras pointed to the corner of the room he often sat, mostly because the owners were cheapskates and hadn't replaced the broken ones for months.

He could feel what was coming, and for some reason he couldn't find the words to get them to stop. The familiar pressure within him rose rapidly under their quickly stroking hands, gliding up and down his cock, and he could feel his foreskin bunching around the edge of his glans and snagging briefly, before sliding upwards and creasing around the tip before it was swiftly stretched and brought down again, stimulating the head of his length over and over. He didn't even have time to warn them; he sucked in a breath and tried to say something, but all that same out was a shaky sigh as he abruptly and heavily orgasmed, spurting thick strings of cum upwards and across their stroking arms. Their gliding hands paused as if to admire the stream, but the raccoon couldn't see to be sure.

"Woah...that's not what ours looks like," The avian mumbled. "It's all white and...gooey."

"What-- mine's like this. I dunno what yours is like," The fox pointed out. "Maybe you can't make it yet? You're only 8..."

"Maybe..." Olly tried not to think about how an 8-year-old just gave him a handjob and instead attentively paid attention to their touch. They relinquished their grip from his cock and withdrew, and he felt a mass push against the front of his loins, before the telltale clicks of the buttons fastening back into place brought him some peace.

"You..." Olly began in his normal voice for a moment, before clearing his throat and bringing back the bear-like one. "You shouldn't have done that."

"W-We're sorry, Mr. Bear," The fox sounded genuinely upset by his words and Olly felt bad. "My dad says that you should always take care of your weiner when it gets all stiff, so I was just...I was just..."

"A-Alright, alright, it's fine," He quickly tried to brush it off and not upset the boy any more to avoid them telling their parents, or worse. "Did you get any on your hands?"

"A little on my arm." The fox pointed out, and Olly watched as they suddenly appeared in view, standing up-- sure enough, he could see the off-white streaks, even from behind the suit's head, on the fox's forearm. The rest must have hit with the floor.

"Ew, I got some on my toe." The avian wriggled on the spot as if kicking it off, and he giggled from the thought.

"Wipe it off," Olly insisted. "Your parents will get angry if they see it."

"I don't have anything to..." The fox looked around him for a moment, before raising his arm and licking along the length of it, scooping the cum up on his tongue. He smacked his lips and then recoiled, sticking out his tongue.

"Ew, salty!" He complained, and Olly felt a tingling in his loins at the sight, before he attempted to change the subject.

"I need a minute to, uh...take a nap!" He insisted, shuffling in his seat a little to him more 'life-like' movement. "Do you think you go to the checkout for me? Look for a man with black fur, with a white spot on his cheek. Tell him the Teddy Bear's in trouble! Do you think you can do that?"

"Okay!" The fox grinned to the avian and grabbed the boy's hand, and just like that the two of them abruptly left, leaving Olly alone for a moment so that he could catch his breath. If they found Alec like he hoped, then he could take care of things easily enough, and mop up whatever mess the boys had made. This was the first time in the couple of months he'd been working there that this had happened.

He just hoped it never happened again.