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realizing that it is far more than just a toy. (furry, fox, inter, m/f, mast, plushie)\n\n——\n\nChapter 1\n\nIt was Joey's twelfth birthday, and the young fox was excited to be opening his last gift. It was from his parents, and the box was huge—nearly as big as Joey himself.\n\nHe ripped off the paper and saw through the clear plastic on the front of the box.\n\n\"Wow!\" he said. \"A Sallybear!\"\n\nInside the box was something resembling a large teddy bear, although with more realistic proportions. It was wearing a short, flowered dress. To some it might seem like a strange present for a twelve-year-old boy to want or receive, but in Joey's family, getting one was a rite of passage. Both of his older brothers had received a Sallybear on their twelfth birthdays. Joey wasn't quite sure why; his brothers had told him only that \"It's nice to have a Sallybear.\"\n\n\"Take her out of the box and switch her on,\" his father said.\n\nJoey opened the box and lifted the bear out of it. It wasn't all that heavy for its size. Then Joey set it on a chair and found the switch on its back. Immediately, the bear's eyes opened and focused on Joey.\n\n\"Hi!\" the bear said in a cheerful girl-voice as it raised a paw in greeting. \"I'm Sallybear! What's your name?\"\n\n\"I'm Joey,\" the boy replied, awed. The bear was amazingly lifelike.\n\n\"Hi, Joey,\" the bear said. \"Will you be my friend?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" said Joey.\n\nHe spent the rest of the evening playing with Sallybear. She couldn't walk on her own, but she could move her legs somewhat, and she had enough dexterity in her arms and hands to play board games and even video games.\n\nBetween games, she would sometimes ask Joey for a hug. \"Girls like hugs,\" she explained as her arms squeezed Joey firmly.\n\nWhen Joey's mother told him it was time for bed, Joey carried Sallybear up to his room. He saw that his door now had a lock he could turn from inside his room. It was the kind that could be easily broken in case of emergency.\n\n\"A boy your age needs a little privacy now and then,\" was all his father had said by way of explanation.\n\nJoey put Sallybear down and was about to head to the bathroom when Sallybear asked, \"Can I sleep in your bed with you?\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Joey answered. He knew that his brothers had slept with their Sallybears.\n\nAfter Joey brushed his teeth and put on his pajamas, he lifted Sallybear and put her on his bed.\n\n\"I don't sleep with my dress on,\" Sallybear said. \"Will you take it off for me?\"\n\n\"Um, sure,\" said Joey. Sallybear lifted her arms, and Joey pulled her dress up and off. Sallybear then lay down on one side of the bed, opposite from Joey's nightstand.\n\n\"You can hold me if you want to,\" Sallybear said.\n\n\"Well, I guess you ARE a stuffed animal,\" Joey answered. He lay down, turned out the light, and put his arm around Sallybear, who made a happy \"Mmm\" sound. Her fur was nice and soft.\n\n\"It's nice when you hold me,\" Sallybear said. \"Girls like being held.\"\n\n\"You're nice to hold,\" Joey admitted.\n\nAfter a moment, Sallybear said, \"Do you go to school?\"\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" said Joey. \"This is my last year, though. Next year, I'll start an apprenticeship. I want to be an electrician.\"\n\nThis was a typical career path for foxes. Because they didn't tend to live past their late thirties, vulpines typically went into professions that emphasized on-the-job training and did not require several years of classroom education. Thus, there were lots of foxes in the trades but virtually no vulpine doctors, attorneys, or teachers. That was the main reason why Joey's classmates were all foxes, too; their education had to be structured a bit differently than those of the other, longer-lived species.\n\n\"Do you like school?\"\n\n\"It's okay. It's kind of boring sometimes, but sometimes it's cool.\"\n\n\"Are there any girls at school that you like?\"\n\n\"Um, well,\" he said, not quite prepared for the question, \"I don't really know any of the girls that well...\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"I guess...I dunno. All my friends are boys.\"\n\n\"What don't you like about girls?\"\n\n\"Well...girls are all interested in...hats, and Janey Jefferson books, and stuff,\" Joey said, naming two of the fads currently raging among girls his age.\n\n\"And you're not interested in those things?\"\n\n\"I don't think any boy is.\"\n\n\"Well, will you do something for me?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Tomorrow, talk to girls more than you usually do.\"\n\n\"About what?\"\n\n\"Anything. Tell a girl you like her hat.\"\n\n\"What if I don't like her hat?\"\n\n\"Pick a girl whose hat you like, silly.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Joey closed his eyes. \"G'night, Sallybear.\"\n\n\"Good night, Joey.\"\n\n***\n\nThe next morning, per Sallybear’s request, he put her dress back on and put her on her charging pad in the corner.\n\n“How come you don’t recharge at night?” Joey asked.\n\n“Because I like sleeping in your bed with you.”\n\n“But you’re a machine; you don’t need to sleep.”\n\n“No, but I like being with you, even if you’re not awake. Can I sleep with you again tonight?”\n\n“Sure.”\n\n***\n\nThat night, Sallybear asked, \"So, did you talk to a girl today?\"\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" he said. \"I told Ginny Meeks that I liked her hat.\"\n\n\"And what did she say?\"\n\n\"She said thanks.\"\n\nJoey didn't mention how she smiled when she said it, and how pretty her smile was. He also didn't mention that his first impulse had been to talk to a different girl, Amy Marsh. But she had been busy talking to friends, and he'd liked Ginny's hat better, anyway.\n\n\"So,\" said Sallybear, \"are there any girls in your class who you think are pretty?\"\n\n\"Sallybear, you ask weird questions.\"\n\n\"I do not,\" Sallybear objected. \"I'm a girl, so I want to talk about girls, that's all.\"\n\n\"You're not a REAL girl,\" said Joey. \"You're just a really fancy toy that looks like a girl.\"\n\n\"True, but I'm a lot LIKE a real girl. Now tell me who the pretty girls in your class are.\"\n\nJoey sighed in defeat. \"Well, I noticed today that Ginny's kind of good-looking, and...Amy's kind of cute, I guess. And Becky-\"\n\n\"Amy's a nice name,\" Sallybear interrupted. \"Tell me about Amy.\"\n\n\"Uh, she's got kind of bright-red fur, and longish hair, and she always has these blue ribbons in it that sort of match her eyes. And I guess she's pretty smart; she usually gets good grades.\"\n\n\"She sounds like a neat girl.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess. And her birthday is really close to mine. We had my big party—you know, the one with all the kids from school—on Sunday because Amy's was on Saturday.\" Joey yawned. \"G’night, Sallybear.\"\n\n\"Good night, Joey. Sweet dreams.\"\n\n***\n\nThat night, Joey dreamed about Amy. The dream had no real story to it; it was just about hugging her. Her body was soft and warm, and he felt welcome and happy in her arms.\n\n***\n\nThe next day at school, Joey went to use the water fountain. Amy was just finishing with it.\n\n\"Hi Joey,\" she said as she passed him. She didn't look at him as she said it.\n\n\"H-hi Amy,\" he replied, not looking at her either.\n\n***\n\nThat night, when Joey snuggled up to his Sallybear, she whispered something to him.\n\n\"Joey, I have a secret to tell you.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" he said, wondering what sort of secret a robotic stuffed bear might have.\n\n\"Remember when I said I'm a lot like a girl?\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"\n\n\"There's something that girls do with boys they like,\" she said. \"Can I show you?\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Joey said. He hoped this didn't have to do with hats or tea parties or something.\n\n\"You'll need to take off your pajama bottoms,\" she explained.\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yes. Don't worry, you'll like it.\"\n\nJoey shrugged and shucked off his pajama bottoms. Sallybear rolled over to face him as he lay on his back.\n\n\"Now,\" she said, \"I'm going to touch your penis. Don't be nervous; I'm just doing it because I think you'll like it.\"\n\nUnder the covers, Sallybear reached down and took hold of Joey's cock. With amazing dexterity for a machine, she gently grasped his foreskin in just the right spot to massage his shaft pleasurably as she moved her paw up and down. Joey gasped, then closed his eyes.\n\n\"Do you ever do this yourself?\" Sallybear asked.\n\n\"I- I've touched it a few times, but...it didn't feel anywhere near this good.\"\n\n\"Now you'll know how. And it feels even better when a girl you like does it.\"\n\nJoey tried to imagine a girl—maybe Ginny or Amy—doing this to him, and indeed, it felt even more pleasurable with that image in his mind.\n\n\"Want me to go faster?\" Sallybear asked.\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"\n\nSallybear's hand picked up speed, and Joey soon gasped sharply and then ejaculated all over Sallybear's paw.\n\n\"Wow,\" he said, breathing hard. \"That was...that...\"\n\n\"That's called an orgasm,\" said Sallybear. \"I'm glad you liked it.\"\n\n\"But I got your fur messy,\" Joey said.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" said Sallybear. \"That's why they make these special wipes.\"\n\nShe grabbed a wipe from a canister that had been packaged with her and that now sat on the nightstand. After just a few strokes, her fur was clean and fluffy again.\n\nShe dropped the wipe in Joey's wastebasket, then turned her back to Joey so that he could hold her. He put his arm around her.\n\n\"It's nice to fall asleep after an orgasm,\" Sallybear said. \"Especially with the girl you had it with.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" said Joey. Indeed, he was starting to feel sleepy.\n\n\"You're a really nice boy, Joey,\" Sallybear said softly. \"Girls will like you if you let them get to know you.\" She turned her head and whispered in his ear, \"Girls are even nicer to cuddle with than I am. You'll see.\"\n\n\"'kay,\" Joey said, yawning. \"Good night, Sallybear.\"\n\nHe held her a little tighter and snuggled a little closer, eliciting a happy sigh from the bear. It felt nice to have his bare crotch right up against her furry bottom.\n\n\"Good night, Joey.\"\n\n***\n\nHe dreamed of Amy again that night. This time, she was masturbating him as Sallybear had done. Her paw was soft and dexterous, and she smiled at him as she did it, her blue eyes sparkling. He looked at her adoringly as she pleasured him—she was smart and nice, and pretty and generous. He came even harder than he had with Sallybear.\n\nBut it was all just a dream; when he woke up, there was no mess. Although, when he stood up to head for the bathroom and glanced at the wastebasket, it seemed like there might be more than one used wipe in there.\n\n- - -\n\nChapter 2\n\n***\n\nAt breakfast the next morning, Joey’s mom was cooking up a few strips of bacon while Joey poured himself cereal and orange juice. His father and his fourteen-year-old brother Henry had already headed off to work. Henry was in his second year as an apprentice plumber.\n\nJoey’s mom, Helen, was thirty-two years old and had some gray mixed in with her red fur, especially around her muzzle. She was kind of strict compared to some of his friends’ parents, but she was affectionate, and a terrific cook.\n\n“Morning, sweetie,” she said to Joey.\n\n“Morning, Mom.”\n\n“How are you liking your Sallybear?”\n\nJoey felt his face flush. He was glad his mother was looking at the stove and not him.\n\n“It’s not interfering with your homework, is it?” Helen went on.\n\nJoey was glad for the easier question. “Um, no, not at all. Actually, Sallybear won’t even play games with me until my homework’s done.”\n\n“Good. And are you…getting enough sleep?”\n\nHe reddened again. “Yes, Mom.”\n\n“Good boy.”\n\n***\n\nThat night, Sallybear showed Joey something about herself that Joey hadn't really noticed—that between her legs, she had a vagina that was very much like a real girl's. She showed him how to locate her clitoris, and how girls liked boys to rub it. Then, when she seemed satisfied that he had learned enough, she pleasured him again with her paw.\n\nLater that night, he began to have a dream about Ginny—that she was naked and moaning with pleasure as Joey did the things he had learned from Sallybear. Then, strangely, Ginny transformed into Amy and pawed him off to a tremendous orgasm.\n\n***\n\nIn waking life, Joey was feeling conflicted. His dreams about Amy made him want to be around her, but at the same time, they embarrassed him. He made several attempts to talk to her, but they always ended when either he or Amy would turn red and awkwardly break off the conversation.\n\nAmy is smart and nice, Joey thought. And she’s pretty and generous. Why can’t I talk to her? \n\nThat Friday, Joey’s teacher—Ms. Lynn, an otter—told the class to split up into groups to work on a geography project. Joey joined up with a few other boys, including Tad, an athletic type who was only moderately good at schoolwork.\n\n“We better do at least okay on this,” the boy said. “I gotta get a good grade in geography, or my dad’s gonna pull me out of football.”\n\n“We should have gotten Amy to be in our group,” Joey said. “She’s good at geography.”\n\n“Ugh, Amy?” Tad replied. “She’s the reason we don’t get good grades in the first place, ‘cause she’s always messing up the curve. I hate that stuck-up little vix.”\n\nJoey felt his hands involuntarily ball into fists.\n\n“Skipping around in her stupid hair ribbons,” Tad continued, “acting like people are supposed to LIKE her for being a know-it-all, and-“\n\n“Shut up,” Joey said. He looked straight at Tad, feeling cold and hot at the same time.\n\n“Oooh,” said Tad mockingly. “Don’t tell me you like that little toad.”\n\nJoey stood up. “Take it back, Tad.”\n\nTad stood up, too. He was nearly a head taller than Joey.\n\n“Or what?” Tad demanded confidently.\n\nJoey didn’t say a word—he just punched Tad in the face as hard as he could. Hurt and surprised, Tad took a step backward, and Joey advanced and hit him in the stomach. Joey was stronger than he looked, and he just kept swinging at Tad’s face and body, his attack too random and furious for Tad to throw any punches of his own. The bigger boy was forced to back away until his ankle caught the leg of a desk and he fell backward onto the floor. Joey stood over him, fists clenched, breathing hard.\n\n“Joey!” Ms. Lynn screamed, running over and grabbing hold of him. “You go to the principal’s office right now!”\n\n***\n\nAn hour later, after Joey received a proper bawling-out and a sentence of 5 days of detention, Joey’s father picked him up from school.\n\n“Since when do you start fights at school?” his father demanded as they drove toward home. “You’ve NEVER done something like this.”\n\nJoey didn’t respond. He was still upset, and he was confused about why he had done it.\n\n“Come on, Joey, talk to me. What set you off?”\n\n“Tad…said something mean about a girl.”\n\n“What girl?”\n\n“Amy Marsh.”\n\nJoey saw his father’s scowl melt away into a neutral, wait-and-see expression.\n\nJoey blushed a little and went on. “She’s…smart and nice. And she’s pretty, and generous. I just…I couldn’t stand to hear Tad say that stuff about her.”\n\n“Well,” his father said with a half-suppressed smile, “don’t tell your mother or your principal that I said this, but…good for you, kiddo. You’re right—Amy’s a terrific girl, and I’m glad you defended her.”\n\n***\n\nThat night, Sallybear asked Joey to take off his pajama top AND bottom.\n\n\"I'm going to show you the nicest thing you can do with a girl,\" she explained, \"and most girls like it if the boy is completely undressed when they do it.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Joey, stripping off his PJs. He'd enjoyed everything Sallybear had taught him about girls so far, so he had no reason to question her now.\n\nOnce Joey was naked, he and Sallybear gently rubbed each other's genitals. \"Girls need to get warmed up before they have sex,\" Sallybear explained.\n\n\"We're going to have sex?\" Joey asked. \"The thing parents do to make babies?\"\n\n\"Yes, but we won't be making a baby, because I'm a machine,\" Sallybear said. \"I'm just going to teach you how to do it.\"\n\nJoey was a little nervous, but Sallybear's fondling of his cock was getting him in the mood to do more. \"Okay,\" he said.\n\nSallybear let go of Joey's penis and said, \"Help me get on top of you.\"\n\nJoey lifted Sallybear and, at her direction, sat her down on his hips so that her vagina was pressing down on his erect cock.\n\n\"Now,\" she said, \"take hold of your penis, and use the head to find the entrance to my vagina.\"\n\nHe moved the head around between her vaginal lips. Somewhere close to the base of her vulva, he felt a tight opening.\n\n\"Now, I'm going to lower myself down onto you to push your penis inside me,\" said Sallybear. Joey nodded.\n\nSallybear slowly let herself settle on Joey's hips, and he felt his cock go inside her. It felt great; she was warm and slippery inside, and her vagina was tight around him, causing pleasant sensations with every movement.\n\n\"Put your hands on my hips,\" Sallybear said, \"and help me move back and forth. That will feel good.\"\n\nHe did, and she was right. He could barely believe how pleasurable it was, moving slowly in and out of her.\n\n“Sallybear,” he gasped. “You feel so GOOD inside.”\n\n“Uh-huh,” Sallybear said, keeping up her movements. “Wait ‘till you try it with a real girl.”\n\nThe sensation was incomparable. It was like what she did with her hand, but total, like she was pleasuring every millimeter of his cock at once. He breathed harder and harder as they moved together, the sensation quickly taking control of him.\n\nJoey barely lasted a minute before he came hard inside Sallybear. He could just barely stop himself from crying out and drawing his parents’ attention.\n\nAfter Joey and Sallybear cleaned themselves up, she lay down next to him and asked him to hold her for a while, explaining that girls liked that.\n\nStill panting a bit, Joey asked, “Does it always happen that fast?”\n\n“No, that’s just because you hadn’t done it before. It’s even better when it lasts longer—especially for the girl.”\n\n“You sure are teaching me a lot about girls.”\n\n“It’s important to know about girls. You’re going to be dating them soon, and then you’ll marry one.”\n\n“Gosh, I guess so,” Joey said pensively. “I mean, my brother Kirk is sixteen, and he’s married, and my brother Henry, who’s fourteen, is engaged.” He swallowed. “It just…it seems like such a big change, finding a job and a place to live and a wife. I mean, I’m still a kid.”\n\n“There isn’t some big black line between being a kid and being a grownup,” Sallybear replied. “You’ve already got your apprenticeship lined up, and that will lead to a job, and having a job will make it easier to find a place to live. And even though some of those things might seem scary, having a wife will mean that you won’t have to do any of it alone.”\n\n“But…how do I figure out who to marry? And what if that girl doesn’t want to marry me? My mom doesn’t believe in arranged marriages like a lot of my friends’ parents; she says I’ll find the right girl on my own.”\n\n“Don’t worry about that. You’ll find her no time. Now, you need to get some sleep. We’ll do this a bunch more very soon.”\n\n“Okay. Good night, Sallybear.”\n\n“Good night, Joey.”\n\n***\n\nOver the weekend, Sallybear instructed Joey in several different sexual positions: him on top (\"Careful not to squash me!\"), from behind, side by side, sitting up, and even standing with Sallybear's back against the wall and Joey holding her up by her bottom as he thrust into her. (\"Good thing you're nice and strong! Girls like that.\") And on Monday morning, his alarm clock woke him from an intense dream about engaging in these activities with Amy.\n\nThat day, after gym class, Amy caught up with Joey and, taking him by the elbow, silently held him back, just outside the classroom door.\n\nWhen the other kids had filed into the room and they were alone in the hallway, Amy said, \"Is it true that you hit Tad because he said something mean about me?\"\n\nJoey looked at the floor. \"Yeah.\"\n\nHe thought she was going to ask him what Tad had said, or why Joey had defended her. Instead, she threw her arms around him and held him tight. He immediately did the same; he'd never realized how much he wanted to do that until now.\n\n\"I really like you, Joey,\" Amy whispered. “You’re strong and handsome, and sweet and kind.”\n\n\"I like you too,\" he confessed. \"You’re smart and nice, and…it feels so good to hug you.\"\n\nThey hugged until the classroom door opened and Ms. Lynn came out. Joey thought she was going to yell at them, but he was surprised again.\n\n\"Amy, Joey,\" she said gently, \"come in and take your seats.\"\n\nThey let go of each other and returned to class.\n\n***\n\nJoey’s dreams about Amy grew more vivid. After one of them, he woke up in the middle of the night and found himself clutching Sallybear. One of her arms was around him, and her other paw was on top of his head.\n\n“Sallybear? What are you doing?”\n\n“Sorry, Joey, I thought maybe you were having a nightmare, so I was stroking your hair to make you feel better.”\n\n“Oh. Okay. It wasn’t a nightmare, though; it was a good dream.”\n\n“I’m glad.”\n\nEven though the memory of these dreams would sometimes leave Joey a bit red-faced when he saw Amy at school, he was no longer too embarrassed to talk to her; in fact, since they lived close to each other, they began to regularly walk home from school together. He learned that she had two younger siblings, a sister and a brother, and that she wanted to be a programmer. Joey was impressed. Programming was a difficult field to get into, because those jobs were often taken by members of the longer-lived species—otters, badgers, and goats—who frequently had years of formal education in the subject. Only the most naturally talented foxes had a chance of competing for entry-level programming jobs.\n\nJoey also learned that Amy’s birthday present from her parents this year had been a Johnnybear—the male equivalent of a Sallybear. Joey reddened a bit at this news, wondering what Amy and her Johnnybear did at night while he and Sallybear were…practicing.\n\n***\n\nAt home, Joey and Sallybear’s bedtime sexual activities continued, but their daytime routine was changing. When he would ask to play videogames with her, she would often prefer to play a board game, over which they would talk about school, homework, and, increasingly, Amy. \n\nSometimes, Sallybear preferred not to play a game at all. On some of these occasions, they talked about Joey’s electrical studies. Sallybear opened some of her panels to show him her inner workings, explaining the purpose of each of her various circuit boards and servomotors. Joey was fascinated, and it was amazing to have an electronic device actually explain itself to him, answering all of his questions.\n\n***\n\nThat Friday, Joey was feeling the usual exuberance associated with it almost being the weekend. He would have pre-trade training the next day, but that was different from school; it was only half a day, and the basics of electrical work were far more interesting to him than dry classroom subjects.\n\nFeeling bold, he caught up with Amy after lunch, just as she had caught up with him the day before.\n\n\"Ah, Amy?\" he said, gently pulling her out of the flow of kids back into the classroom.\n\nShe blushed. \"Hi, Joey.\"\n\nJoey decided to leap right in. \"Do you want to come to my house tomorrow afternoon?\" he said.\n\nAmy looked at him as though he'd pulled a bouquet of roses out from behind his back. “Yeah!” she squeaked. Then, blushing a bit, added, “I mean, yes, that would be nice. I have Programming until noon.”\n\n“That’s cool. How about you come over for lunch after, and then maybe we could go to the pool or something?”\n\n“That sounds great.”\n\nAmy walked off, and Joey found himself unable to wipe the smile from his face. Or control the hardness in his pants.\n\n- - -\n\nChapter 3\n\nThat evening at the dinner table, Joey said, “Mom, is it okay if Amy Marsh comes over for lunch tomorrow? You don’t have to do anything; I’ll just nuke a frozen pizza or something.”\n\n“You invited Amy over?” his mother replied. “That’s lovely. And no frozen pizza—I’ll make something nice.”\n\n“Amy Marsh, huh?” Henry said with an annoying-older-brother smirk. “Little brainy for you, isn’t she?”\n\n“Henry!” his father hissed. His mother glared at her older son.\n\n“Okay, jeez, sorry,” Henry said.\n\nJoey wasn’t bothered; Amy WAS smart, which was one of the things he liked about her. And she was nice, and pretty, and generous, and it felt so very good to hug her.\n\n***\n\nAmy came over just after noon the next day, carrying a single flower for Joey’s mom. Helen was charmed and put the flower in a skinny vase that she set in the center of the kitchen table, where she then served the kids a delicious lunch. \n\nJoey wanted to go to the pool right afterward—their condo complex had a nice one—but his mother insisted that they take a little time to digest their meal first, so the two youths spent half an hour playing a board game at which Amy roundly defeated Joey. He didn’t mind, though; he liked the smile that lit up her face when she won.\n\nJoey changed into his swim trunks in his bedroom while Amy changed in the bathroom, and then they spent a good hour at the pool, swimming, splashing, and lying on the sun lounges and talking. \n\nWhen they came back, Joey’s mom was in the living room, doing some work on her laptop.\n\n“Hi, kids, did you have fun?”\n\n“It was great,” said Joey.\n\n“You have a really nice pool here,” Amy added.\n\n“Well,” Helen said, “why don’t you two go upstairs and get changed? Joey, you can show Amy your room.”\n\n“Sure, okay,” Joey said. \n\nThey went upstairs and split up again to change back into their regular clothes. Then Amy came to Joey’s room.\n\n“So,” she said, looking in the far corner, where Sallybear sat on her charging pad, eyes closed. “That’s your Sallybear, huh? She’s cute.”\n\n“Um, yeah, I guess.”\n\nHe looked at her. Things were suddenly awkward, but at the same time, he was excited. Even more strangely, he felt confidence rising in him. Somehow, he knew she wanted to be here, with him.\n\n“Can we…” he started.\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Can we hug, like we did before?” He SO wanted to feel her warm, soft body against his.\n\n“Oh, yes,” she said, exhaling.\n\nThey moved together and held each other. It felt just as good as Joey remembered. She felt so good against him, and her hair smelled nice, even with the chlorine from the pool.\n\nShe pulled her head back, and the next thing Joey knew, she was kissing him, and then he was kissing her back. This wasn’t something he had ever practiced with Sallybear—her mouth wasn’t made for it—but he knew he wanted to do it with Amy, because somehow he knew it would feel good. And it did.\n\nThey pulled apart to breathe. He reached for her face, caressing it. He was nervous, scared even, but he knew deep down that she wanted him to do this, that she wanted him to do more than this. That she wanted him, period.\n\n“Should I…take your dress off?” he asked.\n\nShe swallowed. “Uh-huh.”\n\nHe pulled her dress up over her head like he always did with Sallybear’s. Now she was in her blue-flowered underwear.\n\nShe pulled his shirt off, then his shorts. They stood there, looking at each other.\n\n“You’re pretty,” he blurted.\n\n“You are too,” she said. “I mean, handsome.” She caressed his arm. “Strong and handsome.”\n\nJoey remembered something. “Hang on a sec,” he said, and turned the privacy lock on his door.\n\nThey kissed some more, their bodies close. Being pressed against Amy was even nicer without clothes on.\n\nJoey started to remember things Sallybear had taught him. As he and Amy kissed, he slid his hand down her front, into her panties, and his fingers found her clit.\n\n“Mmmhhhh…” Amy murmured into his mouth. Without breaking off their kiss, she managed to pull Joey’s boxers down just enough to reveal his cock. She started to caress it, then gently masturbate him. It felt amazing.\n\nAfter a minute or so, Joey was already feeling like he could come at any second. But Sallybear had taught him to control himself.\n\nJust then, Amy took her hand off of Joey’s cock and broke off the kiss.\n\n“Can we…lie down on your bed?”\n\n“Oh, yes.”\n\nThey lay down, caressing each other’s bodies. Then Joey rolled over on top of Amy.\n\nThere was no awkwardness. Joey knew exactly what to do, how to make Amy feel good, and Amy seemed to know what to do, too. She spread her legs and took hold of him, guiding him into her. \n\nHe sank in, and it was magnificent.\n\n“Amy…” he whispered, half out of his mind with pleasure. “So WARM…”\n\n“Oh, Joey…” Her arms went around him.\n\nThey moved against each other, slowly but firmly, each milking pleasure from the other.\n\n“It’s so good, Joey,” she whispered. “Just…just like I dreamed.”\n\nJoey couldn’t help himself. He had to go faster. He pressed against her the way Sallybear had taught him, to maximize the pressure on her clit, and he began to thrust harder.\n\n“Oh!” Amy squeaked, pulling her legs into the air.\n\n“Amy,” Joey babbled, “I can’t help it, you feel so good.”\n\n“Don’t stop,” Amy gasped. “It’s so nice…with you…inside me…”\n\nThey kept at it, moving against each other, grunting, moaning, whispering ecstatic nonsense to each other. In a brief moment of lucidity, Joey realized that Sallybear had been right—it WAS better with a real girl. Especially because it was Amy.\n\n“Amy,” he moaned, “I- I can’t- I have to- AAAAAAAAH!”\n\n“Oh, GOD!” Amy screamed and wrapped her legs tightly around Joey as she came with him.\n\nFor several moments, they clutched each other with all their strength . Then, finally, their embrace eased, and Joey rolled off of Amy to lie next to her, breathing hard.\n\n“Wow,” he said.\n\n“Yeah,” Amy agreed.\n\nThey each grabbed a couple of wipes from Joey’s nightstand and cleaned themselves up. Then they lay back down, hand in hand.\n\n“I guess I should go home and shower,” Amy said. “I mean, between this and the pool…”\n\n“Yeah,” Joey said. “Can we…get together…again…some time soon?”\n\n“Uh-huh,” Amy said, exhaustion only slightly tempering her enthusiasm. “Maybe at my house next time?”\n\n“Okay.”\n\n***\n\nThat night, Joey told Sallybear what had happened.\n\n\"I'm really glad, Joey,” Sallybear said. “Amy’s a great girl.\"\n\n\"You're not...jealous, or anything?\"\n\n\"Silly, why would I be jealous? I'm a toy; you're supposed to outgrow me sooner or later.\"\n\n\"Outgrow you...\" Joey said pensively. Then he turned and looked at Sallybear, his eyes widening.\n\n\"You're the last toy I'm ever going to have, aren't you?\"\n\nSallybear put her paw on Joey's hand. \"That's right, Joey. You're becoming an adult. Soon, you'll have Amy to hold at night; you won't need me anymore.\"\n\n\"But...you're my friend.\"\n\n\"I'm just a temporary friend, Joey. Like the kind you make at summer camp. And I'm just a machine. Amy will be your friend for life, and much more than a friend.\"\n\nJoey tried to fight it, but a few tears leaked from his eyes.\n\n\"I'm not ready for everything to change,\" he said, his voice cracking.\n\nSallybear put her paw on Joey's head and pulled it to her chest. She gently stroked his hair as her fur absorbed his tears.\n\n\"Don't be sad. It's not going to change all at once. And there's so much to look forward to. Like what you did with Amy today; there's going to be a lot more of that in the future.\"\n\nJoey sniffed. Sallybear was right; being with Amy was going to be great. She was smart and nice, and pretty and generous, and it felt so good to hug her and kiss her and be inside her.\n\n“Everything will look brighter in the morning, Joey,” Sallybear said. “I promise.”\n\n“I believe you,” Joey said. “Good night, Sallybear.”\n\n“Good night, Joey.”\n\n***\n\nHelen brushed her teeth, took her blood pressure and cholesterol pills, and walked past Joey’s room to look in on him. Looking at the sleeping boy, she felt a tug at her heart—with Henry about to get married and move out, Joey would soon be her only child left at home. And probably not for long.\n\nJoey was curled up around his Sallybear. Helen was glad to see that he was so comfortable with it; it would make it that much less awkward when he began sharing his bed with his wife.\n\nAs she watched, Joey’s body shifted slightly, then went still. The Sallybear moved its paw to the top of his head. The sensors in its palm were designed to take electroencephalographic readings, so it would know when he was in REM sleep and actively dreaming.\n\nThen, as the boy’s eyes moved beneath his eyelids, the Sallybear began to whisper to him.\n\n\"Amy is smart and nice. Amy is pretty and generous. Amy likes you. Amy's body is soft and warm. She likes to have you in her arms. Doesn’t it feel good to hug Amy? Doesn’t it feel good to kiss her? Amy wants to feel your body against hers, and your penis inside her. Amy wants to make love with you and make you feel good. Amy is the best girl, and she wants to be with you...\"\n\nHelen nodded to herself as the robotic bear droned on, then went downstairs to the kitchen, where she could make a phone call without disturbing her son.\n\n“Oh, hello, Helen,” answered Nancy Marsh, Amy’s mother. “How are you?”\n\n“Very well, thank you,” Helen replied. “I hope you are, also. I’m calling about Amy. Things seem to be progressing well; she and Joey made love in his room today.”\n\n“Oh, my,” said Nancy. “This is all moving so quickly.”\n\n“And that’s a good thing, Nancy. You know that.”\n\n\"Yes, but…it feels a bit wrong to be...manipulating them like this,\" Nancy said. \"It's like we're brainwashing them.\"\n\n\"Would you rather we simply forced them into their arranged marriage, like every generation before us?\" Helen asked. \"My parents rebelled against that system. Both of them refused to marry their betrothed and insisted on finding their own partners. They didn't meet each other until they were in their early twenties, and they didn't have me until they were nearly thirty.\n\n\"As a result, they died of old age—within two months of each other—when I was seven. They had alienated their families when they refused their arrangements, so I spent the rest of my childhood being passed around among aunts and uncles I didn't even know.\n\n\"I don't want that for my grandchildren, Nancy. I want them to have their fathers—my sons—for as long as they need them. I know you feel the same way.\"\n\n\"I do,\" Nancy said.\n\n\"We're not like the other species,” Helen continued. “We don't have time for boys to figure out that girls don't have cooties, or for girls to find the right place and time and boy for losing their virginity. And we certainly don't have time for our children to wait for their one true love to appear. Our kids need to start their families as soon as they can if they're going to live to see their children grow up.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Nancy said with a sigh.\n\n\"Besides,\" Helen said, more gently, \"as long as they're happy, does it matter why?\"\n\n\"You're right,\" Nancy said. \"At least they're better off than we were, in that respect.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Helen agreed. \"I don't think we'll need to wait more than a month or two before they're ready for a formal betrothal.\"\n\n\"That will be nice,\" Nancy said. \"Good night, Helen. We'll talk again soon.\"\n\n\"Good night, Nancy.\"\n\nNancy Marsh hung up the phone and went upstairs to change into her nightgown. Amy had gone to bed an hour earlier, curled up with her Johnnybear. As Nancy passed Amy's room, she could hear the bear's boyish voice whispering to her sleeping daughter.\n\n\"Joey is strong and handsome. Joey is sweet and kind. Isn't it nice to hug Joey? Isn't it nice to kiss him?\"\n\nUnder the covers, the Johnnybear's paw slid down between the sleeping girl's legs and began to rub her clit gently.\n\n\"Joey likes you and wants to make you feel good,\" the bear whispered. \"Joey likes being inside you and making love with you. Joey is the best boy, and he wants to be with you...”\n\n- - -\n\nThank you for reading.\n\n—George Glass", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Last Toy
by George Glass

Summary: A twelve-year-old fox-boy receives a life-sized Sallybear for his birthday, not realizing that it is far more than just a toy. (furry, fox, inter, m/f, mast, plushie)

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Chapter 1

It was Joey's twelfth birthday, and the young fox was excited to be opening his last gift. It was from his parents, and the box was huge—nearly as big as Joey himself.

He ripped off the paper and saw through the clear plastic on the front of the box.

"Wow!" he said. "A Sallybear!"

Inside the box was something resembling a large teddy bear, although with more realistic proportions. It was wearing a short, flowered dress. To some it might seem like a strange present for a twelve-year-old boy to want or receive, but in Joey's family, getting one was a rite of passage. Both of his older brothers had received a Sallybear on their twelfth birthdays. Joey wasn't quite sure why; his brothers had told him only that "It's nice to have a Sallybear."

"Take her out of the box and switch her on," his father said.

Joey opened the box and lifted the bear out of it. It wasn't all that heavy for its size. Then Joey set it on a chair and found the switch on its back. Immediately, the bear's eyes opened and focused on Joey.

"Hi!" the bear said in a cheerful girl-voice as it raised a paw in greeting. "I'm Sallybear! What's your name?"

"I'm Joey," the boy replied, awed. The bear was amazingly lifelike.

"Hi, Joey," the bear said. "Will you be my friend?"

"Sure," said Joey.

He spent the rest of the evening playing with Sallybear. She couldn't walk on her own, but she could move her legs somewhat, and she had enough dexterity in her arms and hands to play board games and even video games.

Between games, she would sometimes ask Joey for a hug. "Girls like hugs," she explained as her arms squeezed Joey firmly.

When Joey's mother told him it was time for bed, Joey carried Sallybear up to his room. He saw that his door now had a lock he could turn from inside his room. It was the kind that could be easily broken in case of emergency.

"A boy your age needs a little privacy now and then," was all his father had said by way of explanation.

Joey put Sallybear down and was about to head to the bathroom when Sallybear asked, "Can I sleep in your bed with you?"

"Okay," Joey answered. He knew that his brothers had slept with their Sallybears.

After Joey brushed his teeth and put on his pajamas, he lifted Sallybear and put her on his bed.

"I don't sleep with my dress on," Sallybear said. "Will you take it off for me?"

"Um, sure," said Joey. Sallybear lifted her arms, and Joey pulled her dress up and off. Sallybear then lay down on one side of the bed, opposite from Joey's nightstand.

"You can hold me if you want to," Sallybear said.

"Well, I guess you ARE a stuffed animal," Joey answered. He lay down, turned out the light, and put his arm around Sallybear, who made a happy "Mmm" sound. Her fur was nice and soft.

"It's nice when you hold me," Sallybear said. "Girls like being held."

"You're nice to hold," Joey admitted.

After a moment, Sallybear said, "Do you go to school?"

"Uh-huh," said Joey. "This is my last year, though. Next year, I'll start an apprenticeship. I want to be an electrician."

This was a typical career path for foxes. Because they didn't tend to live past their late thirties, vulpines typically went into professions that emphasized on-the-job training and did not require several years of classroom education. Thus, there were lots of foxes in the trades but virtually no vulpine doctors, attorneys, or teachers. That was the main reason why Joey's classmates were all foxes, too; their education had to be structured a bit differently than those of the other, longer-lived species.

"Do you like school?"

"It's okay. It's kind of boring sometimes, but sometimes it's cool."

"Are there any girls at school that you like?"

"Um, well," he said, not quite prepared for the question, "I don't really know any of the girls that well..."

"Why?"

"I guess...I dunno. All my friends are boys."

"What don't you like about girls?"

"Well...girls are all interested in...hats, and Janey Jefferson books, and stuff," Joey said, naming two of the fads currently raging among girls his age.

"And you're not interested in those things?"

"I don't think any boy is."

"Well, will you do something for me?"

"What?"

"Tomorrow, talk to girls more than you usually do."

"About what?"

"Anything. Tell a girl you like her hat."

"What if I don't like her hat?"

"Pick a girl whose hat you like, silly."

"Okay." Joey closed his eyes. "G'night, Sallybear."

"Good night, Joey."

***

The next morning, per Sallybear’s request, he put her dress back on and put her on her charging pad in the corner.

“How come you don’t recharge at night?” Joey asked.

“Because I like sleeping in your bed with you.”

“But you’re a machine; you don’t need to sleep.”

“No, but I like being with you, even if you’re not awake. Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

“Sure.”

***

That night, Sallybear asked, "So, did you talk to a girl today?"

"Uh-huh," he said. "I told Ginny Meeks that I liked her hat."

"And what did she say?"

"She said thanks."

Joey didn't mention how she smiled when she said it, and how pretty her smile was. He also didn't mention that his first impulse had been to talk to a different girl, Amy Marsh. But she had been busy talking to friends, and he'd liked Ginny's hat better, anyway.

"So," said Sallybear, "are there any girls in your class who you think are pretty?"

"Sallybear, you ask weird questions."

"I do not," Sallybear objected. "I'm a girl, so I want to talk about girls, that's all."

"You're not a REAL girl," said Joey. "You're just a really fancy toy that looks like a girl."

"True, but I'm a lot LIKE a real girl. Now tell me who the pretty girls in your class are."

Joey sighed in defeat. "Well, I noticed today that Ginny's kind of good-looking, and...Amy's kind of cute, I guess. And Becky-"

"Amy's a nice name," Sallybear interrupted. "Tell me about Amy."

"Uh, she's got kind of bright-red fur, and longish hair, and she always has these blue ribbons in it that sort of match her eyes. And I guess she's pretty smart; she usually gets good grades."

"She sounds like a neat girl."

"Yeah, I guess. And her birthday is really close to mine. We had my big party—you know, the one with all the kids from school—on Sunday because Amy's was on Saturday." Joey yawned. "G’night, Sallybear."

"Good night, Joey. Sweet dreams."

***

That night, Joey dreamed about Amy. The dream had no real story to it; it was just about hugging her. Her body was soft and warm, and he felt welcome and happy in her arms.

***

The next day at school, Joey went to use the water fountain. Amy was just finishing with it.

"Hi Joey," she said as she passed him. She didn't look at him as she said it.

"H-hi Amy," he replied, not looking at her either.

***

That night, when Joey snuggled up to his Sallybear, she whispered something to him.

"Joey, I have a secret to tell you."

"Yeah?" he said, wondering what sort of secret a robotic stuffed bear might have.

"Remember when I said I'm a lot like a girl?"

"Uh-huh."

"There's something that girls do with boys they like," she said. "Can I show you?"

"Okay," Joey said. He hoped this didn't have to do with hats or tea parties or something.

"You'll need to take off your pajama bottoms," she explained.

"Really?"

"Yes. Don't worry, you'll like it."

Joey shrugged and shucked off his pajama bottoms. Sallybear rolled over to face him as he lay on his back.

"Now," she said, "I'm going to touch your penis. Don't be nervous; I'm just doing it because I think you'll like it."

Under the covers, Sallybear reached down and took hold of Joey's cock. With amazing dexterity for a machine, she gently grasped his foreskin in just the right spot to massage his shaft pleasurably as she moved her paw up and down. Joey gasped, then closed his eyes.

"Do you ever do this yourself?" Sallybear asked.

"I- I've touched it a few times, but...it didn't feel anywhere near this good."

"Now you'll know how. And it feels even better when a girl you like does it."

Joey tried to imagine a girl—maybe Ginny or Amy—doing this to him, and indeed, it felt even more pleasurable with that image in his mind.

"Want me to go faster?" Sallybear asked.

"Uh-huh."

Sallybear's hand picked up speed, and Joey soon gasped sharply and then ejaculated all over Sallybear's paw.

"Wow," he said, breathing hard. "That was...that..."

"That's called an orgasm," said Sallybear. "I'm glad you liked it."

"But I got your fur messy," Joey said.

"Don't worry," said Sallybear. "That's why they make these special wipes."

She grabbed a wipe from a canister that had been packaged with her and that now sat on the nightstand. After just a few strokes, her fur was clean and fluffy again.

She dropped the wipe in Joey's wastebasket, then turned her back to Joey so that he could hold her. He put his arm around her.

"It's nice to fall asleep after an orgasm," Sallybear said. "Especially with the girl you had it with."

"Uh-huh," said Joey. Indeed, he was starting to feel sleepy.

"You're a really nice boy, Joey," Sallybear said softly. "Girls will like you if you let them get to know you." She turned her head and whispered in his ear, "Girls are even nicer to cuddle with than I am. You'll see."

"'kay," Joey said, yawning. "Good night, Sallybear."

He held her a little tighter and snuggled a little closer, eliciting a happy sigh from the bear. It felt nice to have his bare crotch right up against her furry bottom.

"Good night, Joey."

***

He dreamed of Amy again that night. This time, she was masturbating him as Sallybear had done. Her paw was soft and dexterous, and she smiled at him as she did it, her blue eyes sparkling. He looked at her adoringly as she pleasured him—she was smart and nice, and pretty and generous. He came even harder than he had with Sallybear.

But it was all just a dream; when he woke up, there was no mess. Although, when he stood up to head for the bathroom and glanced at the wastebasket, it seemed like there might be more than one used wipe in there.

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Chapter 2

***

At breakfast the next morning, Joey’s mom was cooking up a few strips of bacon while Joey poured himself cereal and orange juice. His father and his fourteen-year-old brother Henry had already headed off to work. Henry was in his second year as an apprentice plumber.

Joey’s mom, Helen, was thirty-two years old and had some gray mixed in with her red fur, especially around her muzzle. She was kind of strict compared to some of his friends’ parents, but she was affectionate, and a terrific cook.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said to Joey.

“Morning, Mom.”

“How are you liking your Sallybear?”

Joey felt his face flush. He was glad his mother was looking at the stove and not him.

“It’s not interfering with your homework, is it?” Helen went on.

Joey was glad for the easier question. “Um, no, not at all. Actually, Sallybear won’t even play games with me until my homework’s done.”

“Good. And are you…getting enough sleep?”

He reddened again. “Yes, Mom.”

“Good boy.”

***

That night, Sallybear showed Joey something about herself that Joey hadn't really noticed—that between her legs, she had a vagina that was very much like a real girl's. She showed him how to locate her clitoris, and how girls liked boys to rub it. Then, when she seemed satisfied that he had learned enough, she pleasured him again with her paw.

Later that night, he began to have a dream about Ginny—that she was naked and moaning with pleasure as Joey did the things he had learned from Sallybear. Then, strangely, Ginny transformed into Amy and pawed him off to a tremendous orgasm.

***

In waking life, Joey was feeling conflicted. His dreams about Amy made him want to be around her, but at the same time, they embarrassed him. He made several attempts to talk to her, but they always ended when either he or Amy would turn red and awkwardly break off the conversation.

Amy is smart and nice, Joey thought. And she’s pretty and generous. Why can’t I talk to her?

That Friday, Joey’s teacher—Ms. Lynn, an otter—told the class to split up into groups to work on a geography project. Joey joined up with a few other boys, including Tad, an athletic type who was only moderately good at schoolwork.

“We better do at least okay on this,” the boy said. “I gotta get a good grade in geography, or my dad’s gonna pull me out of football.”

“We should have gotten Amy to be in our group,” Joey said. “She’s good at geography.”

“Ugh, Amy?” Tad replied. “She’s the reason we don’t get good grades in the first place, ‘cause she’s always messing up the curve. I hate that stuck-up little vix.”

Joey felt his hands involuntarily ball into fists.

“Skipping around in her stupid hair ribbons,” Tad continued, “acting like people are supposed to LIKE her for being a know-it-all, and-“

“Shut up,” Joey said. He looked straight at Tad, feeling cold and hot at the same time.

“Oooh,” said Tad mockingly. “Don’t tell me you like that little toad.”

Joey stood up. “Take it back, Tad.”

Tad stood up, too. He was nearly a head taller than Joey.

“Or what?” Tad demanded confidently.

Joey didn’t say a word—he just punched Tad in the face as hard as he could. Hurt and surprised, Tad took a step backward, and Joey advanced and hit him in the stomach. Joey was stronger than he looked, and he just kept swinging at Tad’s face and body, his attack too random and furious for Tad to throw any punches of his own. The bigger boy was forced to back away until his ankle caught the leg of a desk and he fell backward onto the floor. Joey stood over him, fists clenched, breathing hard.

“Joey!” Ms. Lynn screamed, running over and grabbing hold of him. “You go to the principal’s office right now!”

***

An hour later, after Joey received a proper bawling-out and a sentence of 5 days of detention, Joey’s father picked him up from school.

“Since when do you start fights at school?” his father demanded as they drove toward home. “You’ve NEVER done something like this.”

Joey didn’t respond. He was still upset, and he was confused about why he had done it.

“Come on, Joey, talk to me. What set you off?”

“Tad…said something mean about a girl.”

“What girl?”

“Amy Marsh.”

Joey saw his father’s scowl melt away into a neutral, wait-and-see expression.

Joey blushed a little and went on. “She’s…smart and nice. And she’s pretty, and generous. I just…I couldn’t stand to hear Tad say that stuff about her.”

“Well,” his father said with a half-suppressed smile, “don’t tell your mother or your principal that I said this, but…good for you, kiddo. You’re right—Amy’s a terrific girl, and I’m glad you defended her.”

***

That night, Sallybear asked Joey to take off his pajama top AND bottom.

"I'm going to show you the nicest thing you can do with a girl," she explained, "and most girls like it if the boy is completely undressed when they do it."

"Okay," said Joey, stripping off his PJs. He'd enjoyed everything Sallybear had taught him about girls so far, so he had no reason to question her now.

Once Joey was naked, he and Sallybear gently rubbed each other's genitals. "Girls need to get warmed up before they have sex," Sallybear explained.

"We're going to have sex?" Joey asked. "The thing parents do to make babies?"

"Yes, but we won't be making a baby, because I'm a machine," Sallybear said. "I'm just going to teach you how to do it."

Joey was a little nervous, but Sallybear's fondling of his cock was getting him in the mood to do more. "Okay," he said.

Sallybear let go of Joey's penis and said, "Help me get on top of you."

Joey lifted Sallybear and, at her direction, sat her down on his hips so that her vagina was pressing down on his erect cock.

"Now," she said, "take hold of your penis, and use the head to find the entrance to my vagina."

He moved the head around between her vaginal lips. Somewhere close to the base of her vulva, he felt a tight opening.

"Now, I'm going to lower myself down onto you to push your penis inside me," said Sallybear. Joey nodded.

Sallybear slowly let herself settle on Joey's hips, and he felt his cock go inside her. It felt great; she was warm and slippery inside, and her vagina was tight around him, causing pleasant sensations with every movement.

"Put your hands on my hips," Sallybear said, "and help me move back and forth. That will feel good."

He did, and she was right. He could barely believe how pleasurable it was, moving slowly in and out of her.

“Sallybear,” he gasped. “You feel so GOOD inside.”

“Uh-huh,” Sallybear said, keeping up her movements. “Wait ‘till you try it with a real girl.”

The sensation was incomparable. It was like what she did with her hand, but total, like she was pleasuring every millimeter of his cock at once. He breathed harder and harder as they moved together, the sensation quickly taking control of him.

Joey barely lasted a minute before he came hard inside Sallybear. He could just barely stop himself from crying out and drawing his parents’ attention.

After Joey and Sallybear cleaned themselves up, she lay down next to him and asked him to hold her for a while, explaining that girls liked that.

Still panting a bit, Joey asked, “Does it always happen that fast?”

“No, that’s just because you hadn’t done it before. It’s even better when it lasts longer—especially for the girl.”

“You sure are teaching me a lot about girls.”

“It’s important to know about girls. You’re going to be dating them soon, and then you’ll marry one.”

“Gosh, I guess so,” Joey said pensively. “I mean, my brother Kirk is sixteen, and he’s married, and my brother Henry, who’s fourteen, is engaged.” He swallowed. “It just…it seems like such a big change, finding a job and a place to live and a wife. I mean, I’m still a kid.”

“There isn’t some big black line between being a kid and being a grownup,” Sallybear replied. “You’ve already got your apprenticeship lined up, and that will lead to a job, and having a job will make it easier to find a place to live. And even though some of those things might seem scary, having a wife will mean that you won’t have to do any of it alone.”

“But…how do I figure out who to marry? And what if that girl doesn’t want to marry me? My mom doesn’t believe in arranged marriages like a lot of my friends’ parents; she says I’ll find the right girl on my own.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll find her no time. Now, you need to get some sleep. We’ll do this a bunch more very soon.”

“Okay. Good night, Sallybear.”

“Good night, Joey.”

***

Over the weekend, Sallybear instructed Joey in several different sexual positions: him on top ("Careful not to squash me!"), from behind, side by side, sitting up, and even standing with Sallybear's back against the wall and Joey holding her up by her bottom as he thrust into her. ("Good thing you're nice and strong! Girls like that.") And on Monday morning, his alarm clock woke him from an intense dream about engaging in these activities with Amy.

That day, after gym class, Amy caught up with Joey and, taking him by the elbow, silently held him back, just outside the classroom door.

When the other kids had filed into the room and they were alone in the hallway, Amy said, "Is it true that you hit Tad because he said something mean about me?"

Joey looked at the floor. "Yeah."

He thought she was going to ask him what Tad had said, or why Joey had defended her. Instead, she threw her arms around him and held him tight. He immediately did the same; he'd never realized how much he wanted to do that until now.

"I really like you, Joey," Amy whispered. “You’re strong and handsome, and sweet and kind.”

"I like you too," he confessed. "You’re smart and nice, and…it feels so good to hug you."

They hugged until the classroom door opened and Ms. Lynn came out. Joey thought she was going to yell at them, but he was surprised again.

"Amy, Joey," she said gently, "come in and take your seats."

They let go of each other and returned to class.

***

Joey’s dreams about Amy grew more vivid. After one of them, he woke up in the middle of the night and found himself clutching Sallybear. One of her arms was around him, and her other paw was on top of his head.

“Sallybear? What are you doing?”

“Sorry, Joey, I thought maybe you were having a nightmare, so I was stroking your hair to make you feel better.”

“Oh. Okay. It wasn’t a nightmare, though; it was a good dream.”

“I’m glad.”

Even though the memory of these dreams would sometimes leave Joey a bit red-faced when he saw Amy at school, he was no longer too embarrassed to talk to her; in fact, since they lived close to each other, they began to regularly walk home from school together. He learned that she had two younger siblings, a sister and a brother, and that she wanted to be a programmer. Joey was impressed. Programming was a difficult field to get into, because those jobs were often taken by members of the longer-lived species—otters, badgers, and goats—who frequently had years of formal education in the subject. Only the most naturally talented foxes had a chance of competing for entry-level programming jobs.

Joey also learned that Amy’s birthday present from her parents this year had been a Johnnybear—the male equivalent of a Sallybear. Joey reddened a bit at this news, wondering what Amy and her Johnnybear did at night while he and Sallybear were…practicing.

***

At home, Joey and Sallybear’s bedtime sexual activities continued, but their daytime routine was changing. When he would ask to play videogames with her, she would often prefer to play a board game, over which they would talk about school, homework, and, increasingly, Amy.

Sometimes, Sallybear preferred not to play a game at all. On some of these occasions, they talked about Joey’s electrical studies. Sallybear opened some of her panels to show him her inner workings, explaining the purpose of each of her various circuit boards and servomotors. Joey was fascinated, and it was amazing to have an electronic device actually explain itself to him, answering all of his questions.

***

That Friday, Joey was feeling the usual exuberance associated with it almost being the weekend. He would have pre-trade training the next day, but that was different from school; it was only half a day, and the basics of electrical work were far more interesting to him than dry classroom subjects.

Feeling bold, he caught up with Amy after lunch, just as she had caught up with him the day before.

"Ah, Amy?" he said, gently pulling her out of the flow of kids back into the classroom.

She blushed. "Hi, Joey."

Joey decided to leap right in. "Do you want to come to my house tomorrow afternoon?" he said.

Amy looked at him as though he'd pulled a bouquet of roses out from behind his back. “Yeah!” she squeaked. Then, blushing a bit, added, “I mean, yes, that would be nice. I have Programming until noon.”

“That’s cool. How about you come over for lunch after, and then maybe we could go to the pool or something?”

“That sounds great.”

Amy walked off, and Joey found himself unable to wipe the smile from his face. Or control the hardness in his pants.

- - -

Chapter 3

That evening at the dinner table, Joey said, “Mom, is it okay if Amy Marsh comes over for lunch tomorrow? You don’t have to do anything; I’ll just nuke a frozen pizza or something.”

“You invited Amy over?” his mother replied. “That’s lovely. And no frozen pizza—I’ll make something nice.”

“Amy Marsh, huh?” Henry said with an annoying-older-brother smirk. “Little brainy for you, isn’t she?”

“Henry!” his father hissed. His mother glared at her older son.

“Okay, jeez, sorry,” Henry said.

Joey wasn’t bothered; Amy WAS smart, which was one of the things he liked about her. And she was nice, and pretty, and generous, and it felt so very good to hug her.

***

Amy came over just after noon the next day, carrying a single flower for Joey’s mom. Helen was charmed and put the flower in a skinny vase that she set in the center of the kitchen table, where she then served the kids a delicious lunch.

Joey wanted to go to the pool right afterward—their condo complex had a nice one—but his mother insisted that they take a little time to digest their meal first, so the two youths spent half an hour playing a board game at which Amy roundly defeated Joey. He didn’t mind, though; he liked the smile that lit up her face when she won.

Joey changed into his swim trunks in his bedroom while Amy changed in the bathroom, and then they spent a good hour at the pool, swimming, splashing, and lying on the sun lounges and talking.

When they came back, Joey’s mom was in the living room, doing some work on her laptop.

“Hi, kids, did you have fun?”

“It was great,” said Joey.

“You have a really nice pool here,” Amy added.

“Well,” Helen said, “why don’t you two go upstairs and get changed? Joey, you can show Amy your room.”

“Sure, okay,” Joey said.

They went upstairs and split up again to change back into their regular clothes. Then Amy came to Joey’s room.

“So,” she said, looking in the far corner, where Sallybear sat on her charging pad, eyes closed. “That’s your Sallybear, huh? She’s cute.”

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

He looked at her. Things were suddenly awkward, but at the same time, he was excited. Even more strangely, he felt confidence rising in him. Somehow, he knew she wanted to be here, with him.

“Can we…” he started.

“Yeah?”

“Can we hug, like we did before?” He SO wanted to feel her warm, soft body against his.

“Oh, yes,” she said, exhaling.

They moved together and held each other. It felt just as good as Joey remembered. She felt so good against him, and her hair smelled nice, even with the chlorine from the pool.

She pulled her head back, and the next thing Joey knew, she was kissing him, and then he was kissing her back. This wasn’t something he had ever practiced with Sallybear—her mouth wasn’t made for it—but he knew he wanted to do it with Amy, because somehow he knew it would feel good. And it did.

They pulled apart to breathe. He reached for her face, caressing it. He was nervous, scared even, but he knew deep down that she wanted him to do this, that she wanted him to do more than this. That she wanted him, period.

“Should I…take your dress off?” he asked.

She swallowed. “Uh-huh.”

He pulled her dress up over her head like he always did with Sallybear’s. Now she was in her blue-flowered underwear.

She pulled his shirt off, then his shorts. They stood there, looking at each other.

“You’re pretty,” he blurted.

“You are too,” she said. “I mean, handsome.” She caressed his arm. “Strong and handsome.”

Joey remembered something. “Hang on a sec,” he said, and turned the privacy lock on his door.

They kissed some more, their bodies close. Being pressed against Amy was even nicer without clothes on.

Joey started to remember things Sallybear had taught him. As he and Amy kissed, he slid his hand down her front, into her panties, and his fingers found her clit.

“Mmmhhhh…” Amy murmured into his mouth. Without breaking off their kiss, she managed to pull Joey’s boxers down just enough to reveal his cock. She started to caress it, then gently masturbate him. It felt amazing.

After a minute or so, Joey was already feeling like he could come at any second. But Sallybear had taught him to control himself.

Just then, Amy took her hand off of Joey’s cock and broke off the kiss.

“Can we…lie down on your bed?”

“Oh, yes.”

They lay down, caressing each other’s bodies. Then Joey rolled over on top of Amy.

There was no awkwardness. Joey knew exactly what to do, how to make Amy feel good, and Amy seemed to know what to do, too. She spread her legs and took hold of him, guiding him into her.

He sank in, and it was magnificent.

“Amy…” he whispered, half out of his mind with pleasure. “So WARM…”

“Oh, Joey…” Her arms went around him.

They moved against each other, slowly but firmly, each milking pleasure from the other.

“It’s so good, Joey,” she whispered. “Just…just like I dreamed.”

Joey couldn’t help himself. He had to go faster. He pressed against her the way Sallybear had taught him, to maximize the pressure on her clit, and he began to thrust harder.

“Oh!” Amy squeaked, pulling her legs into the air.

“Amy,” Joey babbled, “I can’t help it, you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” Amy gasped. “It’s so nice…with you…inside me…”

They kept at it, moving against each other, grunting, moaning, whispering ecstatic nonsense to each other. In a brief moment of lucidity, Joey realized that Sallybear had been right—it WAS better with a real girl. Especially because it was Amy.

“Amy,” he moaned, “I- I can’t- I have to- AAAAAAAAH!”

“Oh, GOD!” Amy screamed and wrapped her legs tightly around Joey as she came with him.

For several moments, they clutched each other with all their strength . Then, finally, their embrace eased, and Joey rolled off of Amy to lie next to her, breathing hard.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yeah,” Amy agreed.

They each grabbed a couple of wipes from Joey’s nightstand and cleaned themselves up. Then they lay back down, hand in hand.

“I guess I should go home and shower,” Amy said. “I mean, between this and the pool…”

“Yeah,” Joey said. “Can we…get together…again…some time soon?”

“Uh-huh,” Amy said, exhaustion only slightly tempering her enthusiasm. “Maybe at my house next time?”

“Okay.”

***

That night, Joey told Sallybear what had happened.

"I'm really glad, Joey,” Sallybear said. “Amy’s a great girl."

"You're not...jealous, or anything?"

"Silly, why would I be jealous? I'm a toy; you're supposed to outgrow me sooner or later."

"Outgrow you..." Joey said pensively. Then he turned and looked at Sallybear, his eyes widening.

"You're the last toy I'm ever going to have, aren't you?"

Sallybear put her paw on Joey's hand. "That's right, Joey. You're becoming an adult. Soon, you'll have Amy to hold at night; you won't need me anymore."

"But...you're my friend."

"I'm just a temporary friend, Joey. Like the kind you make at summer camp. And I'm just a machine. Amy will be your friend for life, and much more than a friend."

Joey tried to fight it, but a few tears leaked from his eyes.

"I'm not ready for everything to change," he said, his voice cracking.

Sallybear put her paw on Joey's head and pulled it to her chest. She gently stroked his hair as her fur absorbed his tears.

"Don't be sad. It's not going to change all at once. And there's so much to look forward to. Like what you did with Amy today; there's going to be a lot more of that in the future."

Joey sniffed. Sallybear was right; being with Amy was going to be great. She was smart and nice, and pretty and generous, and it felt so good to hug her and kiss her and be inside her.

“Everything will look brighter in the morning, Joey,” Sallybear said. “I promise.”

“I believe you,” Joey said. “Good night, Sallybear.”

“Good night, Joey.”

***

Helen brushed her teeth, took her blood pressure and cholesterol pills, and walked past Joey’s room to look in on him. Looking at the sleeping boy, she felt a tug at her heart—with Henry about to get married and move out, Joey would soon be her only child left at home. And probably not for long.

Joey was curled up around his Sallybear. Helen was glad to see that he was so comfortable with it; it would make it that much less awkward when he began sharing his bed with his wife.

As she watched, Joey’s body shifted slightly, then went still. The Sallybear moved its paw to the top of his head. The sensors in its palm were designed to take electroencephalographic readings, so it would know when he was in REM sleep and actively dreaming.

Then, as the boy’s eyes moved beneath his eyelids, the Sallybear began to whisper to him.

"Amy is smart and nice. Amy is pretty and generous. Amy likes you. Amy's body is soft and warm. She likes to have you in her arms. Doesn’t it feel good to hug Amy? Doesn’t it feel good to kiss her? Amy wants to feel your body against hers, and your penis inside her. Amy wants to make love with you and make you feel good. Amy is the best girl, and she wants to be with you..."

Helen nodded to herself as the robotic bear droned on, then went downstairs to the kitchen, where she could make a phone call without disturbing her son.

“Oh, hello, Helen,” answered Nancy Marsh, Amy’s mother. “How are you?”

“Very well, thank you,” Helen replied. “I hope you are, also. I’m calling about Amy. Things seem to be progressing well; she and Joey made love in his room today.”

“Oh, my,” said Nancy. “This is all moving so quickly.”

“And that’s a good thing, Nancy. You know that.”

"Yes, but…it feels a bit wrong to be...manipulating them like this," Nancy said. "It's like we're brainwashing them."

"Would you rather we simply forced them into their arranged marriage, like every generation before us?" Helen asked. "My parents rebelled against that system. Both of them refused to marry their betrothed and insisted on finding their own partners. They didn't meet each other until they were in their early twenties, and they didn't have me until they were nearly thirty.

"As a result, they died of old age—within two months of each other—when I was seven. They had alienated their families when they refused their arrangements, so I spent the rest of my childhood being passed around among aunts and uncles I didn't even know.

"I don't want that for my grandchildren, Nancy. I want them to have their fathers—my sons—for as long as they need them. I know you feel the same way."

"I do," Nancy said.

"We're not like the other species,” Helen continued. “We don't have time for boys to figure out that girls don't have cooties, or for girls to find the right place and time and boy for losing their virginity. And we certainly don't have time for our children to wait for their one true love to appear. Our kids need to start their families as soon as they can if they're going to live to see their children grow up."

"I know," Nancy said with a sigh.

"Besides," Helen said, more gently, "as long as they're happy, does it matter why?"

"You're right," Nancy said. "At least they're better off than we were, in that respect."

"Yes," Helen agreed. "I don't think we'll need to wait more than a month or two before they're ready for a formal betrothal."

"That will be nice," Nancy said. "Good night, Helen. We'll talk again soon."

"Good night, Nancy."

Nancy Marsh hung up the phone and went upstairs to change into her nightgown. Amy had gone to bed an hour earlier, curled up with her Johnnybear. As Nancy passed Amy's room, she could hear the bear's boyish voice whispering to her sleeping daughter.

"Joey is strong and handsome. Joey is sweet and kind. Isn't it nice to hug Joey? Isn't it nice to kiss him?"

Under the covers, the Johnnybear's paw slid down between the sleeping girl's legs and began to rub her clit gently.

"Joey likes you and wants to make you feel good," the bear whispered. "Joey likes being inside you and making love with you. Joey is the best boy, and he wants to be with you...”

- - -

Thank you for reading.

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