The Incentive (Random Thought #6)
19 years ago
Sitting there upon the floor, surrounded by thick books and many large piles of paper, a male snow leopard is leaning over a single book, carefully studying the content of its pages.
From behind him, wrapped around his stomach and chest are the arms of a beautiful plush toy vixen. This vixen is both his plush toy and his friend. She is there to help the snow leopard study and because of the soft nature of her plush toy body, she is also his pillow for when he leans back to ponder.
As the snow leopard carefully reads the next difficult page of his book, the vixen hugs him tightly, leans forward and whispers a promise into his ear.
"The more you learn, the bigger I can become. This I promise you."
This is a daydream I had as I studied for a test.
From behind him, wrapped around his stomach and chest are the arms of a beautiful plush toy vixen. This vixen is both his plush toy and his friend. She is there to help the snow leopard study and because of the soft nature of her plush toy body, she is also his pillow for when he leans back to ponder.
As the snow leopard carefully reads the next difficult page of his book, the vixen hugs him tightly, leans forward and whispers a promise into his ear.
"The more you learn, the bigger I can become. This I promise you."
This is a daydream I had as I studied for a test.
when the snow leopard came home from uni, after a day of listening hard and deep to lecturers, fighting wariness and sleep with amounts of coffee beyond what's considered healthy (on the other paw, it was insant coffee, so there!) and the pass of a test with enough points to miss a straight "A" ever so slightly, he dropped his bag on the floor. he left a trail of clothes on his way to the tiny kitchen, helping himself for a sandwich and a glass of milk. still chewing, he went to his only slightly larger living room contend to drop on the couch, where his beautiful plush toy vixen lay waiting for him. he switched on the old trusted radio and sat down on the couch. then, with a sigh, he leant back on the plush vixen. as she did for the last couple months, she wrapped her forelegs around his chest, giving him a hug. he felt strength flood through him, and the feeling of being home at last.
it took him a couple minutes to realize that the plush vixen's forelegs had grown. grown to arms, actually. and even though her paws looked the same, toes separated through applied threads and the pawpads made from black vinyl leather sewn fast on them, they were now as large as hands. not only that, he also felt two spherical shapes pressing against his back, about the size of firm breasts. and the plush toy vixen felt warm. not the warmth that got caught in any stuffed toy after some time of hugging it, but body warmth...
he turned his head to take a look at the vixen's face.
it was larger, life-size actually, but still bore the shapes and seams of a stuffed toy.
then he saw her eyes.
they were not glass eyes anymore. they bore the life and intelligence of a sentient being.
and the radio played "A KInd Of Magic" by Queen...
*happy*
I like that, thank you!
Mmm I want to come home to that.
*mew~~*
:3