The moogle wasn’t big on working holidays, but he needed the extra pay so he could get the latest video game! They already delayed that video game, but he was intent on getting it and enough money to take the whole month off once it came out! First thing was first though, he had to get through his job. Thankfully, his job allowed him to wear what he wanted so he could keep his scarf, his jacket, and even his striped clothes. He decided to pick an overnight job restocking a toy store that had been getting so little business that he was surprised it hadn’t gone bankrupt yet, but in another year or two it would likely be gone. It didn’t matter to him, he was just working this job for the season anyway.

Unfortunately, due to a massive staff shortage, in part of workers who walked out, or mysteriously quit, Erakir was working on his own to unload the toys from the most recent shipment. Unlike normal toys though, these ones were massive! Erakir had to get a dolly and he could only unload one box at a time! The toys came in a giant box that were nearly three times his size, but light enough to push on a cart. His plan was to take the box to the proper display area, unbox the brown box, and leave the toy for display for others to see. ‘I heard these toys are the popular ones for this holiday season.’ He thought to himself as he wheeled one of the boxes into place, though barely able to see in front of him with such a giant box.

The moogle set the box down and then fluttered his blue wings to reach the top of the box. He sliced open the brown container with a box cutter and opened it up to reveal a massive pokemon plush! “Woah! Is that a giant lucario?” The lucario’s plush size was simply massive! If he had to guess, the plush was at least seven or eight feet in height, and he had a massive smile on his face with deep blue eyes that seemingly looked at Erakir from any position the moogle was at, though he knew how the eye illusion worked.

Box after box, Erakir the moogle unloaded every last one, each one a different pokemon plush, a zoroark, a zeraora, and a quilava. As he unloaded the plushies and unboxed them though, he noticed something strange about the quilava plush. Namely, the head and the body of the plush were separate, whereas the plushies of the other pokemon were intact, the quilava’s head was propped up a few feet above the head and made it look more like a suit than an actual plush. “Huh, weird.” Erakir confirmed that the pokemon was indeed supposed to be positioned with the other plush ones and that it was, in fact, an actual pokemon plush and not a suit of some sort.

“Strange, why would this one have the head… you know what, maybe it’s a special edition.” Erakir shrugged casually. He had a job to finish. With the main poke plush dolls set in place, he walked into the backroom to start to work on unloading the other plushes. “Only more than a hundred of the things left to go.” He let out a frustrated sigh. He didn’t mind working alone, but it made for a very quiet night. The only sound was the music overhead, blaring a non-copyrighted holiday music that played in every shopping center. ‘Leaving me alone in a big box retail store. Sheesh, who the heck was it that called in again?’ Erakir wasn’t the only employee, but tonight he certainly was. “It was that horse, Myu wasn’t it? God. I’d never support that woman if she started a Patreon.”

Erakir decided with those big toys unloaded that now was as good a time as any to take a break. All he had to do was finish unloading that small truck, and because those massive poke plushies took up so much space, there wasn’t much left to unload! From there, it was cleaning things that the previous shift didn’t do, as well as cleaning up his own mess of boxes. He walked into the back away from the toys and into the break room that had one table, a few chairs, and monitors of the store from various angles, but also had several blind spots.

Erakir pulled out his lunchbox, decorated with pictures of cat girls, grabbed a sandwich and opened his maw. Just before he was going to take a bite of it, the power went out. Everything went entirely black, though the power outage lasted not a minute before it came back on. Erakir froze in the middle of starting his first bite of sandwich until the fluorescent lights above him turned back on and, once they did, he casually shrugged and took a bite of his food.

After a few bites of his sandwich, Erakir glanced over to the cameras. One of the cameras had a picture of the entryway while two of them had the hallways that went into the breakroom. There was a camera for the backroom, but the visuals were disabled. There was also one other camera on the display of various pokemon plushies he had put out, but as Erakir turned to it, he noticed something… strange. “Are the plushies…?” The only plush in its box was the quilava! All the other pokemon plushies were out of their box. Erakir scanned through the cameras in an attempt to find them, and he managed to spot them in various spots throughout the store. “What the heck?”

Erakir looked over the cameras in an attempt to find someone, wondering if maybe there was someone else in the store with him, but he couldn’t find anything in the cameras. “Very funny.” He rolled his eyes. The store was big enough for a person to hide in, but not so big that it would take him forever to look around the store for an intruder, though he wasn’t big on that. He figured maybe he could just stay in the break room, lock the doors, and monitor the cameras for any other activity. He casually walked over to the doors of the break room and locked the left door, and then the right door. “At least these things don’t need batteries to remain locked like my last job as a security guard did. Man, that made no sense.”

Erakir figured he could just stay in the break room for a little bit longer. He knew he should finish his job, but when toys break out of their packaging, or someone was messing with him and breaking toys out of their packages, he figured it was a good enough reason not to finish his work. The thing was though, he wasn’t sure what he should do if he couldn’t work. ‘Maybe I can try to call the manager? The police? The alarm triggers if the door gets opened though and they haven’t taught me the code to disarm it.’

Erakir then heard a jiggling noise from the left door. His moogle ears shot upwards and his eyes grew wide. He dove to the door and gripped onto the handle as if his life depended on it. He gritted his teeth as he firmly held onto the shaking door, but the other door opposite of the break room began to shake as well. The moogle knew he couldn’t reach that door. “Crap baskets.” He mumbled. The doors shook and trembled harder and harder, the noise of the quaking doorknobs rang in his mind. He closed his eyes, expecting the worst.
Then, it stopped. The doors stopped rattling. The doorknobs stopped shaking. It was as if the entities on the other side just… vanished.

Erakir’s heart pounded so hard that his pointed ears could hear his throbbing with no difficulty. He held onto his chest and felt his pulse hit his ribcage so hard, and once glance down saw it looked as if his heart was going to burst through his chest. ‘I’m okay.’ He thought to himself. The doorknobs stopped shaking, the things, whatever they were, stopped trying to get into the break room.
“Yeah… yeah. I’ll be fine. This isn’t a bad place to spend the rest of my life.”

Erakir took a seat on one of the chairs to try to calm his nerves. He buried his head into his hands and took a few deep breaths. The idea of walking pokesuits was silly. Surely, suits couldn’t actually do that, right? Maybe it was a hoax. The suits were plenty big enough for people to fit inside of. Maybe, just maybe, he was on a game show. He imagined people getting ‘shipped’ in those containers as those full poke plushies and then breaking free, all just to play a joke on him for some television viewers. He knew if that were the case that he’d have to sign papers to allow them to show himself, and he had no intention of doing that!

The moogle closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. The moment he opened them, he found himself staring face to face with a gold teddiursa, but with the mouth agape and many, many fangs on display. The teddiursa suddenly flashed and appeared directly in Erakir’s face, and then… darkness as Erakir fainted.

Erakir would awake a short time later, but this time he found himself getting pulled along the floor of the toy store. His darkened vision went blurry, and then as he was able to see everything normally again, he spotted two large plush creatures dragging him to a quilava suit.

Erakir tried to struggle, but he quickly realized the plushies had wrapped him in a white wire. “H-hey, get me out of here!” No amount of struggling or shouting saved him though. He felt the cold hard tiled floor beneath him and the strange softness of the plushies. He was surprised he couldn’t feel anything underneath the plushie’s hands, not that he was sure what to expect, but these things must have been people wearing pokemon plush outfits. He had no idea what they were going to do to him, but he didn’t want to find out.

The plushies turned to Erakir with smiles plastered on their faces and, without a single word, they lifted up Erakir and positioned him above the suit’s neck and began to drop him in.

Erakir shouted and screamed words that were too vulgar to repeat in this story. As the plushies forced him in, he felt a sudden warmth surround his body. His tied up legs went in first and felt the stuffing all around it. Then, his waist, his chest, but his head surprisingly didn’t go into the suit. While the suit was much bigger than he was, his head stuck out of it, perfect for the head of the quilava to go over it.

The moogle knew he was tied up inside the suit, yet as he was placed in the suit, it felt as if the bonds loosened up. He was able to move the arms and legs of the pokemon plush that they stuffed him inside of. The stubby feet of the pokemon made travel difficult though. His heart pounded with fear while he sweat heavily inside the suit. He tried to run, but he quickly tripped and fell with a soft thud. “Ack!” He noticed the pokemon plushies were already getting the head of the suit ready for him. He doubted he’d be able to see with that head. If he couldn’t get away now, who knew if he’d ever be able to? Screw the job, he’d go back to being a healer!

The plushies kept smiling down at Erakir and slowly moved to him. The plushies moved with a motion that looked as if they really were alive, complete with blinking, though they didn’t speak. They held the head of the quilava over Erakir as they moved and slowly moved it downwards.

The pokemon plushies were slow enough that Erakir managed to scramble and crawl away, though moving in the plush suit felt so bizarre. He had several questions about how he could move about in the first place when he was tied up, but it was hard to study the interior when he was running for his life.

Erakir hit the floor again, and as he did, he felt the bulge of the suit in the crotch brush up against the floor. Erakir’s face turned red as he felt the cold hard floor between his legs. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t have felt anything between the legs of the plush he was inside of. He was too small of a creature to take up the size of the plush. ‘What are they doing to me?’ He thought to himself. He raised one of the plush hands and stared at it, mesmerized. After a moment, he quickly came back to reality and ran off again. He wasn’t sure where he was running to, or what he would do after, just that he had to get away from these things. He’d figure out his strange plushie body once he escaped.

Erakir managed to scramble into one of the random aisles of the store, coincidentally one that had several, several other plushies, but the majority of them were much smaller than he was with a few other large ones. Many of them were pokemon, but others were of various generic creatures. He panted and heaved, glancing behind him to see the animated plushies were out of sight and he was alone once more. He slumped down and glanced at the chubby belly that was the quilava plush he was stuffed inside of.

The plush was plump and round with stubby arms and legs. Had he tried, he wouldn’t have been able to even touch the fingertips of the suit together. ‘Okay, I still wonder how I’m able to move inside this suit. Did I somehow get untied?’ He tried to wiggle his arms ‘inside’ the suit rather than move the suit, but to no avail. Any movement he made with his arms, whether it was flexing, retracting, or flailing it in an attempt to free his hand just made the quilava plushie’s hand repeat the same motions. The only thing the plushie couldn’t do was flex its claws, but as Erakir tried to flex his fingers, he found that he couldn’t.

Erakir then tried the same with his feet and discovered he could move his feet in a fashion like he could his hands. ‘Okay, this is weird. How do I get out of the suit?’ He stood up and tried to circle around to find a zipper of some sort, but he found none. Unsure what to do, he leaned forward and hit the ground with a soft thud, He straightened out his arms and legs in an attempt to wiggle forward and out of the suit, as if a snake attempting to shed from its skin, but the suit just moved with him.

The idea of a snake gave Erakir an idea. He walked to the end of the aisle and stuck himself between the end of the aisle and the wall of the store. He then tried to crawl forward while keeping the plush body stuck there, but no amount of movement freed him. Moreover, he was feeling a burning sensation between his legs that felt… good. He’d deny having a fetish for plushies, and while he didn’t get an erection between his legs, it felt as if he had one. With a frustrated sigh, he rolled onto his fiery back and glanced down at the crotch. Like the majority of other plushies in existence, Erakir lacked any sign of a sex between his legs, yet it felt so needy all the same.

The plushies from earlier were in sight of Erakir once more, now from both aisles and making their way down to him with the smiles still plastered on their faces, and the head of the mask held by the lucario. The pokemon spoke nothing, but their eyes and mouths moved with a life that no normal plush would have.

Erakir wanted to pull himself up, but he imagined the pokemon creatures… rubbing his bulge? He couldn’t explain the bizarre fetish, merely that it was a thought crossing his mind. He knew he couldn’t rub his own bulge, his hands wouldn’t reach it, but he also couldn’t free himself from that suit. ‘Why am I having such perverted thoughts now? God, are the plushies thinking that? They look so… sexy? Oh no.’ Maybe it was a closet fetish buried so deep in his mind that he didn’t know it existed, or maybe the suit really was altering him mentally. Whatever the case was, he had to get up and get out fast! Unfortunately, the pleasure that racked his body made it impossible to react quickly.

The lucario soon arrived at the front of Erakir and leaned down. It put the top of the quilava’s head over Erakir, and stroked the top of the plush head while it covered Erakir’s own head.

Erakir’s ears folded downward as the head slipped over him. While the plushies seemed to be nice, even their smiles and half open eyes seemed to give off a sense of calmness, he couldn’t be more terrified if he had tried. The pokemon plushies surrounded him, now with himself fully outfitted, but he was still too afraid to do anything. His body felt paralyzed with fear, and hot on top of everything else with both the stuffing that encased him, and the growing pleasure he denied.

“Don’t be afraid.” The lucario spoke in a light tone. “We’re here to bring you pleasure. Lay back and enjoy being the plush you were meant to be.” It stroked Erakir’s head softly and gave him a soft nuzzle. “Just accept it and you will be so much happier.”

Erakir’s eyes fluttered hearing the lucario. He was shocked the creature spoke, but he didn’t look at him to see if his mouth moved or not. Seeing anything inside the head of the suit was a virtual impossibility. While his hands were stubby, they weren’t so short that he couldn’t try to remove the head of the suit, and attempt to remove it he did. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t able to pry the head of the suit off. It was as if the suit head and body had quickly merged with each other despite having no actual physical connection. ‘Why can’t I remove this? God, why does it feel so good? I just… I just need some release!’

“We’ll help you with your problems.” The zoroark added in a voice that sounded eerily similar to the lucario, but not quite enough to be identical.

Erakir’s mind rapidly raced with the definitions of what ‘problems’ they were going to help him resolve. They definitely weren’t going to aid him getting out of this suit! He suddenly felt another bulge press up against his own, and his eyes grew wide. ‘Oh! Oh wow this feels… uhn.’ It was as if his cock brushed up against another’s own, but bringing about a level of pleasure even above that. He wished he could see outside the suit, or at least move again, but it was as if he were tied up once more.

“Just relax and enjoy the pleasure. You’ll grow into it soon enough.” One of the poke plushies spoke up softly.

‘Why am I enjoying this so much?’ Erakir thought to himself. He could feel the plushies press so hard on his suit that it went through the stuffing and to him. While the plushies' softness pressed hard onto his body, including his arms and legs, he realized he could feel those arms and legs. Surely that meant he wasn’t tied up, right? But if he wasn’t tied up, why was moving so difficult? Fighting off a bunch of plushies shouldn’t be a challenge!

‘This feels so nice.’ A voice in his head said, a voice that sounded almost like his own, but much lighter in tone. The voice would have put him at ease if his heart wasn’t pounding underneath the stuffing so hard. He tried to squeeze his hand into a fist and use that to shove away the many pokemon atop him, but without success. He tried to open his mouth to shout, but the moment he did, stuffing raced inside of him until he sealed his lips. He wanted to cough and gag when stuffing went inside of him, but he wasn’t even able to do that.

‘What is going on with me? Why does everything feel so soft?’ It felt like a dumb question. Everything was soft because he was in a plush suit! Yet, he could feel more of the plushies rubbing against his arms, legs, and the bulge between his legs more than he should have been able to, as if his body took up the entire interior of the plushie, like he was a skeleton to the creature, yet that couldn’t have been true. He wished he could see an x-ray of the inside of the suit he was in, just to see where he was in contrast to what he was feeling, and moving. ‘Just… let me out, please.’ He slowly closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down and think rationally.
He opened his eyes after, but as he opened them, he had a horrifying realization. He was opening his eyes and he could see clearly. In the head of the suit, he couldn’t see at all. Now however, he saw the plushies all around him, brushing against him, rubbing against him, and he could feel them so intensively. “Ahn… ahn.” He opened his mouth and spoke, though the voice sounded like the one in his head moments ago, a soft calm voice that would soothe anyone that listened to him. “You… I…” 

“You love it, we know.” The lucario moved in front of Erakir while the other plushies stepped aside. The plushies on the side grabbed onto his arms while the lucario pressed his bulge up against Erakir’s. “Doesn’t this feel nice?” He rubbed their bulges together. “We can never orgasm, but we can experience such joy and pleasure from this. Oh, it feels so wonderful, doesn’t it? We can do this forever. Would you like that?”

Erakir was afraid to answer, partially because the honest answer was that he would love it! The sensations of their bulges brushing was unlike anything he had ever experienced, but he could compare it to two sexes rubbing, just without the penetration. Was this a form of sex? Would it be considered an adult rating in a story if he were in one? He wouldn’t support the writer if it were! He let out a soft moan while his eyes fluttered. The pleasure inside of him grew rapidly, but despite an obvious erection inside of him, he wasn’t able to release! “P-please.” He whimpered. Every time he opened his mouth, he could almost feel stuffing fly inside of him. The white stuff that surrounded him was already penetrating his ears and he swore it was altering his very mind. Things just felt so light, fluffy, and peaceful even though a lucario was essentially having his way with the moogle!

The more the lucario plush rubbed against him, the more pleasure Erakir felt. Had he his original body, he would have orgasmed a long time ago, but the pleasure kept building. He tried to move his hands, but the other plushies pinned them down. He turned to the left, and then to the right, and saw the plushies were pinning his arms down so firmly that it looked almost as if they were crushing his hands, yet he felt no pain despite how well he could feel the plushies bulges in his claws. ‘Why… Why does it feel so good? I’m not a… I’m not a plush.’ He told himself, though it sounded like a bold-faced lie.

Erakir felt as if he had a sudden orgasm, though nothing physically seemed to happen to him. He arched his back and let out a moan, feeling something inside of him push out, but at the same time, more stuffing pulled into him. He blacked out for a moment before he recovered and was staring up at the smiling lucario. “What… What are you doing to me?” Erakir was exhausted. His voice sounded as if it came from somewhere else on his body, not quite his mouth inside the suit, but the suit’s lips itself. He had asked so many questions, but none of them were answered.

“Changing your life for the better. Think of it, how is your life? Wouldn’t it be so much better to just… live life as a plush?” the lucario said. “To bring pleasure and joy to others. To rest all day, to live forever, never having to worry about eating, sleeping, money, or so many of those moogle concerns?”

Erakir wanted to speak out against the lucario, but they made a good point. Erakir wasn’t a fan of his healing job with such ungrateful tanks. Some were decent, but others were just… there were days he wanted to become a damage dealer, but the lines were long and the pay was little. He took up this job for several reasons. To not have to worry about any of those reasons sounded like a nice quiet life, one he would love to have. The idea of never eating sounded a little bizarre, but he immediately thought of the money he could save! Moreover, maybe he could still eat. Then again, he’d probably always be stuffed. ‘Heh…’ He chuckled at his own joke. Surely he wasn’t a plushie like these pokemon though. He’d wind up dead in a few days from starvation, wouldn’t he? He guessed he could try living the life of the plushies, if only to entertain the ones that kept him pinned down. A quiet life in a toy store felt strangely appealing. He wouldn’t have minded spending a night or two there. Maybe he could break free of the plushies later. With a growing smile on his face, he gave a nod. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“Just listen to me and everything will be okay.” The lucario got off Erakir and pulled him up. “Let’s get your new life started, you’ll be much happier in a few days, I guarantee it.”

The lucario’s words put Erakir at ease. His mind still raced with more questions to ask the pokemon plush, but questions also didn’t feel like the right thing to talk about. Plushies didn’t ask questions! He… admittedly had to remind himself that he wasn’t a plushie to get his head back to reality, though it was hard to keep it there. His thoughts were happy, light, and fluffy, just like stuffing. Back and forth, from innocent and smiling to rapidly wanting to fire questions. He’d let the lucario take the lead and spend some time relaxing. Surely, a bit of time resting would clear his confused head.

Some time later…

A man dressed in a yellow suit walked into the store followed by a man wearing a black shirt and jeans. “So,” the man in black said. “As you can tell, we really don’t have any real attire. You’re free to wear what you wish when you do overnight stock. You may have heard some rumors about various employees disappearing, but I assure you that these are just rumors and nothing more.” The two of them walked up to a display of several large pokemon anthro plushies, including a quilava one that had been removed from its box.

“Is that why the job pays so well and now enforces two people to work together at all times?” The man in yellow asked with a laugh. He picked up the massive quilava plush and looked it over. He gave the neck a squeeze as he swore there was an outline there, yet there was no indication that the head had ever been separated from the rest of the body. “Huh. There’s something about this pokemon. What’s it doing out of the box, anyways?”

“I’d be lying if I said I knew.” The man in black replied. “We’re getting all sorts of plushies in, but we found that quilava lying around with a lucario in a… let’s call it not safe for work position here one night. Honestly, I don’t even remember ordering that quilava. We get a few new pokemon plushies now and then that I never saw on our truck sheet, but I won’t complain about free inventory. They’ve been here for about a week though. I can’t sell the darn things, and I swear I’m getting more every night.”

The man in yellow gave the massive pokemon plush another squeeze. He felt the quilava’s arms, legs, and even gave the head a squeeze so hard that it pushed the entire head inwards before it popped out. Full of stuffing, as any regular plushie would be. He then noticed the price tag on the hand. Curiously, he had to examine the pokemon entirely and found no real anatomy on it, but he thought it was silly to even try looking. “Something about this plush just seems familiar. Like, there was a moogle that went missing that supported my Patreon. You know a moogle named Erakir?”

“We had a moogle here, lasted about a day.” The man scoffed. “Anyways, come on. If you’re really into pokemon plushies, we got a snorlax plush that you’re going to love.”

As the two men walked away, the quilava plush, the former moogle, fell forward with its head turned to the yellow man and a smile plastered on his face. He watched the yellow man and the black one talk about the massive snorlax plush, one that lacked a head on it. The quilava plush turned its head to the lucario, and the two gave a silent nod to confirm their thoughts. They’d have a new plushie partner or two by the end of the week to play with and to help create a plethora of plushie pokemon.
