Huggle Snuggle Cuddle Buddies (Private Lester)

https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t33131-floofy-plushie-tester

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Sharp had just finished taking care of some other business off in another land when the ignorant little redhead was summoned for a most important job! A new company was trying to get into the market, a new company with the objective of making the most huggable snuggable plushies in the entire world. In order to test just how soft they could be, the company had sent out invitations to test the plushies to various mages, and other people who were known for their master in the art of huggles. Sharp was merely an apprentice in the art of the cuddle so she was glad they had sent her an invitation as well, but she had a feeling her boss had something to do with it more than her being a master of hugs. The company's headquarters was in an old beat up mansion that looked like it used to belong to a crazy vampire or something, but now a new family held the place or something. Arriving at the door Sharp knocked and an older gentleman answered the door.

"Welcome my dear, you are here to test the plushies!"

"Yes I am here to huggle and snuggle! That uh... um, sorry that was awkward of me to say..."

"No it's fine that's what you are here to do after all. Come with me."

Leading her around the spoopy old mansion Sharp saw various old paintings and artifacts that seemed to glow occasionally with power, though it wasn't sinister just odd. Finally, they arrived at what appeared to be a large steel double door. "Right through here." Entering through the doors Sharp's eyes lit up with sparkles as she saw stuffed animals as far as the eyes could see. Big ones, small ones, all of them filled to the brim with soft cushy stuffing. The wallpaper was that of a little skyline with tiny carbot airplanes on them, and adorable little trains for the carpet. Rushing into the room Sharp dived into a pile of stuffed bears and started to cuddle with them, a smile on her face.

"They are just so CUTE!"

She shouted as she made sure to give each little bear a great big hug. She hadn't been this happy in... well she hadn't been this happy.

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Perhaps as a joke, or as punishment either way someone had assigned him a rather basic job. A location and time had been given yet it felt odd wandering into a job without a clue of what would happen, honestly who gave out jobs and said 'its easy sort this out'  whatever. Its not like Rin and Theo were probably off shopping or something, pulling his scarf up higher the green fabric nestled around his nose, waking the youth up with soft scents of peppermint and flowers. The place was odd, spoopy, scary, it had feelings of being haunted. Was this some sort of joke? It seemed like one of the places someone would arrange surprise parties. Tentatively he reached for the knocker, the short raps were accompanied by a brief silence in which he filled by sliding a boiled sweet in his mouth.

"Oh Hello mister, Lester Drynedi here to complete a job for you?" Passive, the smile flickered across his face as Lester noted the rather odd butler type character who beckoned him in and offered to take his bag and coat. He was a polite fellow.  Offering both up they were both carefully stored and Lester raised a brow slightly, it was an odd mansion indeed, what did they need him to kill a monster in the basement?
"So, what do you need me to do for you? Sorry, I wasn't able to get much information on the job before I left."
Yet the answer he got was far from expected.
"Mr. Drynedi you're here to test some high quality home made plushies before they are sold. Another tester has arrived just earlier, please make your way into this room." With a slight bow and motion Lester was herded into a childs room, or rather some sort of immature room of a child with too much money and time.

"Sharp? You're here too! Apparently we're testing stuffed toys but it looks like you're getting right into it huh."
Sharp had confused him, the way she acted was not something he had encounted before, it was utterly perplexing. Yet after that cosplay cafe incident his mind hadn't come back to the redheaded magical girl. Not that she was magical no, but that had been her cosplay so it was rather odd to see her in more normal clothing. The smile closed his eyes for a moment as he stepped rather awkwardly into the room before the doors closed. All he could think of was that single noun;
metaphor.

Plush Paradise surrounded the young girl as she snuggled, huggled, and cuddled all she could around her. For these fleeting moments, Sharp felt nothing but the softness of the toys, and she had forgotten all of her troubles. Nothing mattered right now, and she could take a nap and relax to her heart's content... at least until she realized that this would all pass her by. She didn't really deserve to have her own feelings of joy, especially when she had done so much wrong, even if it was always by the orders of others. How many had she denied the right to have such feelings in the past, present, and future? She was always ordered to kill, but she feared that if she was ever freed from the chains that she had too much of a taste, and she wouldn't want to leave the banquet of murder.

Her slight discomfort was shifted as others entered the room, well only one really entered the room, and it was the same man as from the cosplay cafe, Lester. His composure was calm as he addressed Sharp, though she could tell he was sort of mocking her a bit. She wouldn't let that bother her, however, as she was still enjoying herself despite the little moment of self-doubt.

"Oh, hello Lester. I've found that so far these animals are very cuddly, they have done a good job stuffing such fabric." However all Sharp could think about is how another sort of fabric might have been more comforting, "Anyway, there's plenty of piles, though I wonder why they would just lay the toys out everywhere... almost like it's not just to test the softness."

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So they were cuddle, snuggle and softness tested by sharp herself. Stuffing the fabric with the soft interior, sewing each panel together to form the perfect shape without ripples or creases, it was quite a feat indeed. Whoever made all of these was a crafter, a man or woman who had mastered and perfected their specific area. It was something he could commend and appreciate. He had waited a moment, listening to her speak while scooping up a small bear in his arms. It was rather adorable, that he could admit. Plushies in his family were sort of a history type of thing. Everyone had one, sewn and made or brought and tied up in a bow. Presented to them at birth even his grandmother had one, that was where the tradition came from after all, the florist grandmothers side. "Perhaps they wanted us to be able to see all of the animals together, either that or the plushie animals are alive and all decided to have a giant snuggle pile together." Tones of amusement came through as he spoke the last part, for as foolish as he had initially labelled her after their last encounter to pick up on such a thing. Well it was something he hadn't quite considered, why were they laying around the floor.

"So sharp, do you know any tips for testing the plushieness of these? Or do we just hug them all." with such a job there wasn't exactly a sheet telling them how to complete it. The small bear in his hands was carefully placed to the side of the room. It was squishy but still retained its shape. Yes he liked that one, it had passed. Amusement about this job cause a smile to bloom across his face as if it were a warm spring day before the youth managed to relax a little. It was a very casual job indeed. The mountain of plushies before him Lester kept a straight poker face as much as he could. Yet nothing would stop him from leaping forward after a few running steps, with an arm outstretched there was a chance he would take sharp with him whilst diving into the soft mountain of adorable squishy animals.

Wait the animals were all alive and they wanted to have one giant cuddle? That was such a cute thought Sharp made it her headcanon. Wonderfully Sharp envisioned each of the stuffed animals having their own personalities and wanting to snuggle with each other, it was so cute. How could they be alive without all those organs, maybe it was magic like with her body. Magical. Fluffy. Plushie. Animals. Every one of Sharp's senses said 'yes' to this outcome and now she wanted an entire room filled with plushies, she would buy every single one of them and spend all of her money. She lived in a dump but it wouldn't matter if she had plushies around her. Yes, after this job Sharp would buy up all of the stuffed animals and make her house a cuddle paradise!

"Well, I like to see how they feel when you hug them really tight and when you are laying on a pile, because the softer they are the nicer it is to just relax and lay down with them, that's the point right? For kids to cuddle them while they sleep, so it should be best under resting conditions."

Sharp said with a smile as she turned to look at Lester, only for him to knock her into a pile of the soft toys and land slightly on top of her. Sharp wasn't bothered by it though as now she was testing the softness further.

"Lester, what do you think of the softness?"

Sharp asked, not knowing fully what she was even asking...

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She was amusing, perhaps a little odd, it was okay. Something he couldn't understand, yet. He didn't mind it that much, even if he only got a little closer each time he met her perhaps that would be acceptable. The teddies, so indeed it hadn't just been that one time, she was actually an oblivious fool. Somehow she made him smile, plushies with feelings was an amusing thought.
"That's a nice thought, maybe if when we hug them we can whisper them compliments, or bedtime stories!"

What did he think of the softness? A sigh of happiness left him, eyes closed his face buried into the plushies.
"Yea, mmm, its soft, and warm. I like these plushies they're squish- sharp."

The shade of her hair spread across his cheeks as he laid frozen for a few moments. This wasn't a plushy, it was plushy in texture, but it was not a stuffed kids toy. It was her breast. Fleshy and squishy fleshy breast.

So he had complimented her peaches. "Sharp, how about, um. Would you like to search for the best plushie?"

Sharp felt the soft joy of the plushies upon her body as she lay within the pile of them. The blissful feeling of soft goodness radiated around her like a glowing light, and then Lester's hand squeezed on her chest. Sharp didn't get embarrassed by this, instead, another thought appeared in her mind, did she have built-in plushies? Sharp would have to investigate that in a second, but for now, she had to get up and search for the best plush.

"That's a good idea!" Sharp stated with a bounce to her step as she took a bounce and landed on her feet. twirling she looked towards the piles and started to ponder which one was the best plush she had hugged. Sharp's thoughts shifted slightly as her gaze drifted downward as she touched her chest. Squeezing slightly Sharp grew a satisfied look on her face. "You're right, they are squishy but not the best plushie here, hmm which one could it be then."

Sharp wasn't sure, there were so many to pick from, but then she saw it, off in the corner by itself and massive. It was the perfect plushie, one which Lester would love to cuddle with as he had a history with what it was based on. It was a giant blue whale plush, and it was perfect. Running up to the whale with a breakneck speed Sharp hugged the giant whale with all her might and it fell with her to the ground.

"This one! The mighty metaphor whale! It is so soft and I can hug it with my whole body, this is the one, this is the best plushie of all!"

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Oh good, she seemed to like the idea of finding the best plushie, it all went away smoothly. For a couple of moments atleast. rolling onto his back, elbows drew him into a raised position as he sat to watch sharp frolic in the meadow of plushies. Every so often she would snatch a cute little thing up and give it a squooshy squish. Yet none of them seemed perfect. He held a small octopus in his hands, for a moment he glanced to the side, did she, indeed that was odd she had given her chest a squish. Just as he had done earlier. The action had caused him more embarrassment, she herself had shown no negative thoughts towards what he had done and was now making a similar action. had he inadvertently taught sharp how to squish her breasts?

This one? Rolling up and looking over as she proclaimed the best plushie. His octopus dropped to the ground, discarded. It was a whale, okay. A slight chuckle escaped him as he wandered over. "A whale plushie, like at the cafe when we first met. it is rather big I quite like it."

She was odd, the whale was weird. Why a whale, couldn't she just forget the whole thing it had only been a metaphor! Skin paled, she had squished her breasts, he had squished them too. "I'm, I'm going to go use the bathroom. I'll be back soon"

Skipping, his way of disguising a run, the door closed behind him. He needed a moment. or Three.

Suddenly Lester had to leave to go the bathroom. That was strange, why did Lester have to take a bath right now? Did touching her plushies mean he had to take a bath? Would Sharp now have to take a bath as well, or was it because of the plushies that he had hugged, either way, Sharp figured Lester would be away for a while and now she had all the time in the world to huggle and snuggle the plushies. Destiny would have other plans, however, as something sinister was in the woodwork, attempting to ruin the snuggles with their desire to take what didn't belong to them. A plushie thief, a man with a plan to try and develop his own series of amazing stuffed animals had snuck into the mansion. His goal was simple, steal as many as possible. Wearing a black cloak and armed with a bag of holding he slowly snuck into the plushie room through the vents and landed in the bright and happy room. Grabbing a few of the toys and putting them into his bag, it was only after a minute that he saw the whale plush and knew that was the one to finish off his research.

Preparing his tolls the man went to strike. In a flash the plush Sharp was gripping so wonderfully was thrown into a bag, and Sharp was left dumbfounded as she saw the cloaked man in front of her, shock on the barely visible parts of his face.

"You stole my whale... did you steal other plushies?"

The room looked cleaned out, compared to before, and Sharp had only now noticed because she was in love with the softness of the whale she held onto. The man, shocked, attempted to run away from Sharp at a breakneck speed, but now it was clear, she wouldn't let him take the plush from her, she loved them too much, and he would pay in the only way she knew how. Suddenly an unnatural darkness filled the room and the man lost his way in the dark. Feeling for the walls he felt a sharp pain hit his leg tendons and he fell to the ground. Panicking he was about to scream but then a dark hand covered his mouth and he felt a whisper in his, saying he shouldn't have stolen them. The man was so horrified that he couldn't move, and in a silent scream of pain, he felt his arms go limp as the nerves were cut. A slow cut up and down his back left him limp, while his heart wasn't bleeding for others but for himself. Slowly the life faded from his eyes as he lost all forms of consciousness and slipped into the cold embrace that was the death that Sharp delivered. As the darkness fell and the plushies the man was holding in his magic bag were released, Sharp did the best she could to cover up his now dead body with the stuffed animals in the corner while taking her whale back to the center to hug it some more. It was perfect, and no one would ruin it.

No one.

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The bathroom was quite nice, tiles, white and black theme with hints of gold. Hands spread on the basin as he ran some water, it went down the drain so smoothly, enchanting almost. Yet refreshing as he splashed a few handfuls across his face and neck. He had taken a few moments to rest himself, before pushing the door back in and wandering down the hall, it was a brief part of corridor between the bathroom and the aptly named plushie room. Strange dusty paintings covered with material to protect them, darkened lights. It would have been a good hollywood movie location.

Yet he couldn't leave her alone for long, honestly she would probably end up doing something truly odd like a plushie fashion show. He softly opened the door, leaving it partially opened behind him, quick steps took him a little closer to the female. "Hey! So is the whale still the best one? I think that the other guy will be back soon." He had heard footsteps when just entering the room so it was highly possible. The whale wasn't too bad, he had to admit begrudgingly that it was indeed rather cute with its little smile. He himself hadn't bonded with one yet from what he could see his favourite magical girl had started to bond with this squishy blue sea plushie.

Indeed he was right, Lester turned around at the sound of the elderly man, he bowed slightly, glanced between the two and focusing on the whale who was being squished by Sharp. "So have you tested the  plushies? How have you found them?" With a slight grin Lester motioned to sharp, as if to indicate that she should continue the conversation.

"Yes the whale is the best one, he is so huggable and snuggable and cuddable and his name is metaphor and..."

"Okay, okay I get it. it is a great little toy, well big toy. Thank you, I am glad that the plushies are wonderful. As a token of our appreciation, the two of you may take home some plushies."

When the man said those magic words to Sharp, and Lester I guess, Sharp's eyes lite up like a light bright. She was so happy upon hearing those words that her metaphoritcal heart almost went through metaphor into t a metaphorical state of bliss. She could take home the plushies. She could take home the plushies. She could take home THE PLUSHIES. With a hop skip and a jump, Sharp landed by a big pile of the little animals and tossed them on top of metaphor's back. Wishing silently that metaphor was alive, and could carry all of the plushies on his back, Sharp took all that she could and skipped her way out of the room, blissfully content with the haul of loving stuffed animals she had with her. She needed something to fill the void in her soul.