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The winter season is never easy. Especially not if you happen to live in the north, where the regular, cold yet bearable whether is amplified by snow. Okay some people like it, such as children who make snowmen and pelt each other with snow balls. Or ice skaters who take advantage of the lake being frozen. Or winter sports people. Okay, lots of people like a cold, snowy winter. Steven is not one of those people. He was walking home, the sidewalk covered in snow, and he was shivering heavily even with the sweater he was bundled up in. Fortunately, his house would have a soft bed to relax in. No heat, though.

"Why oh why couldn't humans have fur coats," Steven muttered to himself as he walked. The snow in that area was getting thicker for some reason. Just as he was contemplating simply walking around it, however, his foot bumped into something. Curiously, he reached into the snow with his mitten-covered hand. There WAS something there, buried. He reached in with both hands and pulled it out and brushed the snow off - it was a fox plush toy. Now who could have left something like that there? There wasn't a tag or anything, though the little fox's clothes were rather worn. "Guess I'll take it with me in case it belongs to someone," he said, pocketing it.

As soon as Steven got home, he took his sweater off and bundled up in the blankets of his bed, happy to be home and more importantly, warm. Though it started to feel like he'd forgotten something. Then he remembered the plushie was still in his sweater pocket. Groaning at the annoying task of having to get out of the warm covers to go get the plushie, he picked up the plush and decided to brush it clear of snow. This fox plush was actually really cute. It was a bipedal fox, and her body had some nice curves. That left the dress, which was so torn up Steven just decided to spend time folding a new one for her - it wasn't hard, the plushie didn't need a big dress, so he just folded some spare cloth, cut a hole in it and called it a night.

Speaking of night, Steven noticed it was now very late, and colder than ever. He decided to take the plush fox with him to bed in case it managed to add at least a little more warmth to him under the covers. Holding the plush fox in his arms, he bundled up again and was off to sleep in little to no time at all.

The next morning, Steven felt barely awake as he felt the blankets around him shift, something rubbing him. For a moment he just thought he was tossing and turning in his sleep, as he often did. Or maybe he was dreaming about something and was about to awaken. He blinked, and opened his eyes, looking around him with what little light there was at the moment. He began to sweat as he felt something...holding him. He looked to his left, and saw the head of the fox plushie he'd taken to bed with him. The fox also blinked awake, looking at him with a much bigger body than she had last night, and cuddling him.

Steven gasped and shook out of her grasp, falling out of bed and quickly getting up. He stared at her, trying to find something to say, but his mouth wouldn't open for a moment. He gulped. "Oh...darn it, I must have gotten carried away," the plush fox said, speaking in a smooth, alluring voice. "Well, it doesn't matter much. You won't tell anyone about me, will you?"

Steven's jaw dropped. "I...don't think anyone believe me anyways, but what even are you?!" he said.

She giggled. "I'm exactly what I look like...a magically animated plush fox. Unless you've never seen a fox before?"

"Magic...right, right," Steven said, beginning to sweat, "Wait, plush fox?" He glanced around for the plush fox he'd found last night, and then pulled away the covers to find the talking plush before him was wearing the dress he'd made for it last night - only it had grown too! "H-how did you get that dress?"

The plush fox stretched out to show the dress off. "Didn't you make this for me last night? I can take it off, if you'd prefer," she said, winking at him.

"Nonononono!" he shouted quickly. "Um...I...uh..." he tried to speak, but he suddenly felt cold again.

"You know, it's still rather early in the morning," the fox said, "Maybe you should come back to bed and let your body heat recover. I do apologize if I absorbed too much from you, but I can't maintain this lovely form without body heat."

Steven stared at her for a few minutes when suddenly the phone rang. He quickly moved to pick it up - ANYTHING to distract him from the awkward conversation. "Hi Mom," he said in the phone upon hearing his mother on the other end, "How's everyone over there...oh, that's good...b-by the way, when are you coming home?...Christmas morning? Th-that's in two weeks!...I know, I know...thanks...see you later, Mom..." he sighed as he hung up.

"Oooh, are we going to be all alone for two whole weeks?" the plush fox said, now standing very close to Steven, smiling at him.

He flinched. "Wh-what? Wh-who said you're staying here?!" he stammered.

"Well, you were so kind to take me home with you and even dress me up. It would be terrible of me to leave you alone for all this time," she said, posing for him.

"W-well you're gonna have to find someplace else to stay," Steven said, "I, uh, prefer my personal space to be...personal."

"Personal?" the fox said, making a pouty face, "I'm the most beautiful plush fox there is, are you saying you don't want me around?"

"Yes - I mean, no - I mean - " he said, sighing. "Look, can't you stay someplace else? You could pose as a toy at the toy store or something."

"I can't stay like THIS," she said as she struck another pose, "Unless I have body heat from a human." She frowned at Steven like he'd just called her ugly or something, but soon cracked a grin. "Oh, I know what's wrong...you're nervous about being with such a pretty girl. Don't worry, I'm sure the idea will grow on you...how about we go out together today?"

"What? No!" Steven meeped, "I don't really date...and...who dates a plushie? We'd get weird looks everywhere we go!"

"Don't worry about that...I know a special place we can go, sweetie," she said, coming closer and closer. Steven froze as she suddenly planted a deep, soft kiss on his cheek. Suddenly he felt as though his entire body had turned to jelly, and couldn't resist as she wrapped her soft arms around him, moved her face close to his ear and whispered to him softly, "You will go on a date with me, won't you dear?"

Steven shivered and gulped. For a brief moment, he was really thinking about doing it, but he wasn't sure if he was thinking about it on purpose. He nodded to her and said, "I-I suppose I can try it."

"Great!" she said as she hugged him tightly, grinning to herself. "I'm Vixy by the way. But you can call me mommy."

"I'll stick to your...actual name," he said, "I'm Steven...so um, where are we go--" He was interrupted by Vixy swiftly pulling him out of the house by the arm (after being persuaded to at least let him change out of his pajamas, of course) and taking him through the snowy but thankfully sunlight-bathed town. "H-hey slow down, someone might see us!" he pleaded.

"Oh quit worrying about that, nobody will question a pretty fox plush following you around, and here's why!" she said, taking Steven to, of all things, a night club which happened to be open all the time.

"Club...FURensics?" Steven read the sign on the building aloud, groaning at the pun. "A...a club for furries?"

"Of course. After all, this fursuit is the most realistic thing ever, isn't it?" Vixy said, winking. "Nobody would ever bat an eyelash at us plushies at a place like this. Perfect place to get body heat through hugs, and generally have a good time too. Beats creeping up on people in alleyways, that's for sure."

"Well, that goes without sa-" Steven paused a moment. "There are MORE of you? How does nobody find this stuff out?"

"Because we're very secretive. If everyone knew about us, bad things would happen," Vixy replied.

"Then why did you tell me all about you?" Steven replied, following Vixy inside.

Vixy winked at him. "I'll let you figure that one out," she said as they entered. The club had cool-sounding techno going as there were not that many dancers on the floor. There were around four people in fursuits - though they could just as easily be plushies blending in. "Now then sweetie, shall we?"

Steven looked at her, blushing. "Shall we what?"

"Dance, you silly!" Vixy said, pulling him onto the dance floor and trying to get him to move, "Well, in your case you can pretend to dance."

"Now WAIT a minute--" Steven tried to protest, again interrupted by a swift hug as she spun him around, much to the amusement of the other dancers. He blushed and wondered how he got himself into this one. He sighed and at least tried to dance with her, embarrassing as it was, as he tripped over himself on at least one occassion. "Um, I, uh, need to use the bathroom," he eventually built up the will to say.

Vixy sighed. "Darn human digestive system," she muttered, "Bathroom is down that hall over there," she said pointing at a door. Steven nodded and quickly headed for the door. Vixy shook her head and took at seat at the juice bar. (Yes, juice bar.) "Well, I can probably expect more than getting dumped in the snow again, I guess," she muttered to herself.

Steven shivered as he walked down the hall. For some crazy reason the bathroom was down a long hall round a corner, but whatever. He just needed time to himself, really. He stopped at the corner and leaned on the wall. What was with that girl? Why did she seem so attached to him? If she needed heat, couldn't she get it from anyone else? As he was pondering this, however, he heard a gasp and a slight rumble from around the corner.

He took a look around again, and dropped his jaw again. There was a girl being held in a strangle-hold by a wolf dressed up like a baker, whose satin tongue confirmed he was a plushie and not a human in a suit, which made the very freaky scene a little less freaky for some reason. The wolf didn't seem to be squeezing her too tight, but the girl seemed to be falling asleep as her eyes closed and her head relaxed. Steven shouted, "Hey, you! What are you doing with her?!"

The plush wolf gasped and glanced at Steven. "Crap," he muttered, but then smiled, showing his teeth were a zipper. "Actually, this is fine," he said, setting the girl down, "She was the one who tossed me into the snow to rot, I don't think she deserves...permanent residency in my stomach!"

Steven felt stunned all of a sudden. "Please tell me you didn't just say that," he said quietly.

The wolf baker grinned and brandished a satin spatula, nodding. "It's your lucky day, little boy!" he said as he whacked Steven with the spatula before Steven could turn and run. Expecting to slam into a wall, Steven was instead slammed into something soft. He looked at whatever it was, and saw it was a giant pillow - WAY bigger than him. He looked up just in time to see the wolf baker push another giant pillow with a large green blanket onto him, sandwitching him in place. He gulped as his brain started to put the pieces together...a giant tan pillow, a green blanket, and now a brown pillow...

"A...a hamburger?!" he gasped as he struggled to escape, but he was stuck in place. The grinning baker plush shoved one more giant tan pillow into him, completing the plush burger. Steven panted as he was squeezed, his face turning red. The wolf baker unzipped his mouth and wiggled his satin tongue, giving Steven a nice big affectionate lick. He then lifted the Steven-burger into his pudgy paws, and shoved Steven face first into his pudgy maw.

Steven shook as the burger he was trapped in was sucked into the wolf's mouth, getting cuddled on all sides as the burger slid into the wolf's now bloated stomach. Steven could feel the baker plush rubbing him from outside as he suddenly felt very tired, falling into a deep sleep in the warm confines of the wolf baker's tummy as he snuggled into an oddly comfortable state.

The baker wolf patted his belly as he turned to leave, but was met with the sight of a beautiful fox plushie standing in his way. "Hey, you!" Vixy shouted at him, "You took all the heat out of that girl behind you, didn't you! And where's Steven?"

The wolf growled. "Back off. If you want the girl as your lunch, that's fine, or you can be my seconds!" he threatened. He swung his spatula at her, but Vixy jumped onto it and leapt at his face, kicking him squarely in the cheek.

"You better let my Steven go, tubby!" Vixy shouted, giving him a punch in the face. The wolf unzipped his mouth and bit at her, making a small tear in her shoulder as she jumped back.

Vixy growled as she covered the tear. "You ripped my special dress...I'll GET you back BIG for that one!" she shouted as she kicked at his paw, knocking his spatula out of his hands. She grabbed his shirt and yanked at it, the buttons coming undone and revealing that his stomach had a small tear in it.

"N-no, not that!" he begged as Vixy stuck her paw in the fluff, "Don't rip me apart, I just wanted lunch! I've been out in the cold for three whole days and--" he was interrupted as Vixy pulled the tear and made a huge hole. The plush wolf's stuffing spilled out onto the floor, and Steven along with it. Vixy caught him as the wolf began to shrink.

Steven blinked awake and caught a glimpse of the baker wolf's horrified face as he shrunk back down to the size of a small plush toy amid the puddle of cotton. He froze for a few moments before he looked up at Vixy. "Uh...Vixy, can I ask you something?" he said, "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!"

"You're welcome," Vixy said with a wink. "I think we should get out of here before anyone sees...can you lift up the girl?" Steven was in no mood to protest or worry about lifting her 'correctly' but did as he was asked. Vixy began to gather the fallen stuffing in a corner and make a small cushion out of it. "Lay her on the cushion, it's important she keeps warm. Hopefully she won't wonder what happened when she wakes up," Vixy said.

Steven layed her on the cushion. He looked at the now normal-sized wolf plush. "Uh, what about him?" he asked.

"Don't touch him, he'll absorb your heat again," Vixy said, "I'll get rid of him."

"W-wait," Steven said, "C-can we take him home before we decide what to do with him?" he pleaded.

Vixy's eyes went wide, but she sighed and picked up the wolf plushie. "Fine, let's get out of here and get home for now." She and Steven started heading out of the club and back to his house. As soon as they were out in the snow again, Vixy sighed. "Sorry you had to meet a plushie like that. Some of us get desperate. Jerks like him endanger our secrecy."

"Oh, ah, it's fine," Steven said, "I, um, I'm really glad you were there...d-did you get worried about me?" he asked.

"Well...yes..." Vixy said, "I don't really have to stay with you if you don't want me to, but, well, when you dug me out of the snow, it felt so nice to be warm for a little while again."

Steven nodded. "So...where do plushies like you come from?" he asked.

Vixy shrugged as they went into the house. "Plushies can make more living plushies if a toy is stuffed with their own cotton, but where our lives started is beyond me. I think I started out as just a little kid's toy until a blizzard kicked in and buried me where you found me."

Steven sat on his bed. He felt exhausted even though it wasn't anywhere near night time. "Hey, um...Vixy, I'm sorry about being so cold to you," he said.

Vixy gulped. "It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed myself on you like I did," she said, "Do you...want me to leave?"

Steven took a deep breath. He felt very nervous about answering, whatever his answer was going to be. "Vixy...are there others like you? Others like him?" he asked.

Vixy looked at him and nodded. "Yes, there are," she answered, "There could be hundreds in this town alone."

Steven gulped. "They have their needs...but they'll cause trouble if they get desperate...and they're probably...totally..." he muttered.

Vixy gulped. "Steven, are you okay? He didn't frighten yo--"

"TOTALLY CRAZY AWESOME!" Steven shouted suddenly, turning to her, "Oh man I got to admit I was a little freaked out at first, but these living plushies...th-they're actually a lot of fun!"

"I...I beg your pardon?" Vixy asked, not expecting that at all. "You're talking about me and not mister baker wolf, right? He tried to eat you."

"I mean both of you!" Steven answered, taking the wolf plush in his arms and holding him, "Sure he tried to eat me, but...it was actually really fun...I've never been eaten before! I always wondered what it was like...and it was soft and comfy in there too!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Vixy said, nearly at a loss for words. "Who would have thought...being eaten would be fun..."

"W-we can keep him, right? Please?" Steven asked.

Vixy sighed for a moment, and then smiled. "Well, I think I found the answer to that question."

"What?" Steven asked, blinking. "O-oh of course you can stay here too, if he stays," he quickly added.

"No, no, silly! The question from earlier today," Vixy said, "You asked why I told you all of my secrets. Well, I told you to figure it out yourself, but the truth is, I didn't know either until now." She giggled, and smirked. "I told you all this because I like you. And I think I can have a lot of fun with you and any other friends we happen to come across. As long as they behave, I don't mind sharing."

Steven gulped. "Uh, think you could put that another way? You know, so I can sleep at night," he asked, setting the plush wolf on his bed behind him.

"Well, I can put it this way...even if a plushie isn't in its true form, it still hears and sees everything around it," Vixy said with a grin.

"What?" Steven said, "D-did the plush wolf hear..."

"Every word," Vixy said, "And holding him gave him just enough heat too, I think."

Steven began to sweat and turned around just enough to see the plush wolf baker's big belly in his face, the plushie's zipper mouth grinning widely. "Oh mister baker, I do think I am hungry," Vixy said to him in her sweet tone, "Maybe I will try this eating thing myself. Be a good boy and get me a burger, won't you?"

"With pleasure!" the plush baker said, bringing his spatula out yet again. Steven gulped and closed his eyes, anticipating getting sandwitched again. But he did so while smiling from one end of his face to the other.

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The winter season is never easy. Especially not if you happen to live in the north, where the regular, cold yet bearable whether is amplified by snow. Okay some people like it, such as children who make snowmen and pelt each other with snow balls. Or ice skaters who take advantage of the lake being frozen. Or winter sports people. Okay, lots of people like a cold, snowy winter. Steven is not one of those people. He was walking home, the sidewalk covered in snow, and he was shivering heavily even with the sweater he was bundled up in. Fortunately, his house would have a soft bed to relax in. No heat, though.

"Why oh why couldn't humans have fur coats," Steven muttered to himself as he walked. The snow in that area was getting thicker for some reason. Just as he was contemplating simply walking around it, however, his foot bumped into something. Curiously, he reached into the snow with his mitten-covered hand. There WAS something there, buried. He reached in with both hands and pulled it out and brushed the snow off - it was a fox plush toy. Now who could have left something like that there? There wasn't a tag or anything, though the little fox's clothes were rather worn. "Guess I'll take it with me in case it belongs to someone," he said, pocketing it.

As soon as Steven got home, he took his sweater off and bundled up in the blankets of his bed, happy to be home and more importantly, warm. Though it started to feel like he'd forgotten something. Then he remembered the plushie was still in his sweater pocket. Groaning at the annoying task of having to get out of the warm covers to go get the plushie, he picked up the plush and decided to brush it clear of snow. This fox plush was actually really cute. It was a bipedal fox, and her body had some nice curves. That left the dress, which was so torn up Steven just decided to spend time folding a new one for her - it wasn't hard, the plushie didn't need a big dress, so he just folded some spare cloth, cut a hole in it and called it a night.

Speaking of night, Steven noticed it was now very late, and colder than ever. He decided to take the plush fox with him to bed in case it managed to add at least a little more warmth to him under the covers. Holding the plush fox in his arms, he bundled up again and was off to sleep in little to no time at all.

The next morning, Steven felt barely awake as he felt the blankets around him shift, something rubbing him. For a moment he just thought he was tossing and turning in his sleep, as he often did. Or maybe he was dreaming about something and was about to awaken. He blinked, and opened his eyes, looking around him with what little light there was at the moment. He began to sweat as he felt something...holding him. He looked to his left, and saw the head of the fox plushie he'd taken to bed with him. The fox also blinked awake, looking at him with a much bigger body than she had last night, and cuddling him.

Steven gasped and shook out of her grasp, falling out of bed and quickly getting up. He stared at her, trying to find something to say, but his mouth wouldn't open for a moment. He gulped. "Oh...darn it, I must have gotten carried away," the plush fox said, speaking in a smooth, alluring voice. "Well, it doesn't matter much. You won't tell anyone about me, will you?"

Steven's jaw dropped. "I...don't think anyone believe me anyways, but what even are you?!" he said.

She giggled. "I'm exactly what I look like...a magically animated plush fox. Unless you've never seen a fox before?"

"Magic...right, right," Steven said, beginning to sweat, "Wait, plush fox?" He glanced around for the plush fox he'd found last night, and then pulled away the covers to find the talking plush before him was wearing the dress he'd made for it last night - only it had grown too! "H-how did you get that dress?"

The plush fox stretched out to show the dress off. "Didn't you make this for me last night? I can take it off, if you'd prefer," she said, winking at him.

"Nonononono!" he shouted quickly. "Um...I...uh..." he tried to speak, but he suddenly felt cold again.

"You know, it's still rather early in the morning," the fox said, "Maybe you should come back to bed and let your body heat recover. I do apologize if I absorbed too much from you, but I can't maintain this lovely form without body heat."

Steven stared at her for a few minutes when suddenly the phone rang. He quickly moved to pick it up - ANYTHING to distract him from the awkward conversation. "Hi Mom," he said in the phone upon hearing his mother on the other end, "How's everyone over there...oh, that's good...b-by the way, when are you coming home?...Christmas morning? Th-that's in two weeks!...I know, I know...thanks...see you later, Mom..." he sighed as he hung up.

"Oooh, are we going to be all alone for two whole weeks?" the plush fox said, now standing very close to Steven, smiling at him.

He flinched. "Wh-what? Wh-who said you're staying here?!" he stammered.

"Well, you were so kind to take me home with you and even dress me up. It would be terrible of me to leave you alone for all this time," she said, posing for him.

"W-well you're gonna have to find someplace else to stay," Steven said, "I, uh, prefer my personal space to be...personal."

"Personal?" the fox said, making a pouty face, "I'm the most beautiful plush fox there is, are you saying you don't want me around?"

"Yes - I mean, no - I mean - " he said, sighing. "Look, can't you stay someplace else? You could pose as a toy at the toy store or something."

"I can't stay like THIS," she said as she struck another pose, "Unless I have body heat from a human." She frowned at Steven like he'd just called her ugly or something, but soon cracked a grin. "Oh, I know what's wrong...you're nervous about being with such a pretty girl. Don't worry, I'm sure the idea will grow on you...how about we go out together today?"

"What? No!" Steven meeped, "I don't really date...and...who dates a plushie? We'd get weird looks everywhere we go!"

"Don't worry about that...I know a special place we can go, sweetie," she said, coming closer and closer. Steven froze as she suddenly planted a deep, soft kiss on his cheek. Suddenly he felt as though his entire body had turned to jelly, and couldn't resist as she wrapped her soft arms around him, moved her face close to his ear and whispered to him softly, "You will go on a date with me, won't you dear?"

Steven shivered and gulped. For a brief moment, he was really thinking about doing it, but he wasn't sure if he was thinking about it on purpose. He nodded to her and said, "I-I suppose I can try it."

"Great!" she said as she hugged him tightly, grinning to herself. "I'm Vixy by the way. But you can call me mommy."

"I'll stick to your...actual name," he said, "I'm Steven...so um, where are we go--" He was interrupted by Vixy swiftly pulling him out of the house by the arm (after being persuaded to at least let him change out of his pajamas, of course) and taking him through the snowy but thankfully sunlight-bathed town. "H-hey slow down, someone might see us!" he pleaded.

"Oh quit worrying about that, nobody will question a pretty fox plush following you around, and here's why!" she said, taking Steven to, of all things, a night club which happened to be open all the time.

"Club...FURensics?" Steven read the sign on the building aloud, groaning at the pun. "A...a club for furries?"

"Of course. After all, this fursuit is the most realistic thing ever, isn't it?" Vixy said, winking. "Nobody would ever bat an eyelash at us plushies at a place like this. Perfect place to get body heat through hugs, and generally have a good time too. Beats creeping up on people in alleyways, that's for sure."

"Well, that goes without sa-" Steven paused a moment. "There are MORE of you? How does nobody find this stuff out?"

"Because we're very secretive. If everyone knew about us, bad things would happen," Vixy replied.

"Then why did you tell me all about you?" Steven replied, following Vixy inside.

Vixy winked at him. "I'll let you figure that one out," she said as they entered. The club had cool-sounding techno going as there were not that many dancers on the floor. There were around four people in fursuits - though they could just as easily be plushies blending in. "Now then sweetie, shall we?"

Steven looked at her, blushing. "Shall we what?"

"Dance, you silly!" Vixy said, pulling him onto the dance floor and trying to get him to move, "Well, in your case you can pretend to dance."

"Now WAIT a minute--" Steven tried to protest, again interrupted by a swift hug as she spun him around, much to the amusement of the other dancers. He blushed and wondered how he got himself into this one. He sighed and at least tried to dance with her, embarrassing as it was, as he tripped over himself on at least one occassion. "Um, I, uh, need to use the bathroom," he eventually built up the will to say.

Vixy sighed. "Darn human digestive system," she muttered, "Bathroom is down that hall over there," she said pointing at a door. Steven nodded and quickly headed for the door. Vixy shook her head and took at seat at the juice bar. (Yes, juice bar.) "Well, I can probably expect more than getting dumped in the snow again, I guess," she muttered to herself.

Steven shivered as he walked down the hall. For some crazy reason the bathroom was down a long hall round a corner, but whatever. He just needed time to himself, really. He stopped at the corner and leaned on the wall. What was with that girl? Why did she seem so attached to him? If she needed heat, couldn't she get it from anyone else? As he was pondering this, however, he heard a gasp and a slight rumble from around the corner.

He took a look around again, and dropped his jaw again. There was a girl being held in a strangle-hold by a wolf dressed up like a baker, whose satin tongue confirmed he was a plushie and not a human in a suit, which made the very freaky scene a little less freaky for some reason. The wolf didn't seem to be squeezing her too tight, but the girl seemed to be falling asleep as her eyes closed and her head relaxed. Steven shouted, "Hey, you! What are you doing with her?!"

The plush wolf gasped and glanced at Steven. "Crap," he muttered, but then smiled, showing his teeth were a zipper. "Actually, this is fine," he said, setting the girl down, "She was the one who tossed me into the snow to rot, I don't think she deserves...permanent residency in my stomach!"

Steven felt stunned all of a sudden. "Please tell me you didn't just say that," he said quietly.

The wolf baker grinned and brandished a satin spatula, nodding. "It's your lucky day, little boy!" he said as he whacked Steven with the spatula before Steven could turn and run. Expecting to slam into a wall, Steven was instead slammed into something soft. He looked at whatever it was, and saw it was a giant pillow - WAY bigger than him. He looked up just in time to see the wolf baker push another giant pillow with a large green blanket onto him, sandwitching him in place. He gulped as his brain started to put the pieces together...a giant tan pillow, a green blanket, and now a brown pillow...

"A...a hamburger?!" he gasped as he struggled to escape, but he was stuck in place. The grinning baker plush shoved one more giant tan pillow into him, completing the plush burger. Steven panted as he was squeezed, his face turning red. The wolf baker unzipped his mouth and wiggled his satin tongue, giving Steven a nice big affectionate lick. He then lifted the Steven-burger into his pudgy paws, and shoved Steven face first into his pudgy maw.

Steven shook as the burger he was trapped in was sucked into the wolf's mouth, getting cuddled on all sides as the burger slid into the wolf's now bloated stomach. Steven could feel the baker plush rubbing him from outside as he suddenly felt very tired, falling into a deep sleep in the warm confines of the wolf baker's tummy as he snuggled into an oddly comfortable state.

The baker wolf patted his belly as he turned to leave, but was met with the sight of a beautiful fox plushie standing in his way. "Hey, you!" Vixy shouted at him, "You took all the heat out of that girl behind you, didn't you! And where's Steven?"

The wolf growled. "Back off. If you want the girl as your lunch, that's fine, or you can be my seconds!" he threatened. He swung his spatula at her, but Vixy jumped onto it and leapt at his face, kicking him squarely in the cheek.

"You better let my Steven go, tubby!" Vixy shouted, giving him a punch in the face. The wolf unzipped his mouth and bit at her, making a small tear in her shoulder as she jumped back.

Vixy growled as she covered the tear. "You ripped my special dress...I'll GET you back BIG for that one!" she shouted as she kicked at his paw, knocking his spatula out of his hands. She grabbed his shirt and yanked at it, the buttons coming undone and revealing that his stomach had a small tear in it.

"N-no, not that!" he begged as Vixy stuck her paw in the fluff, "Don't rip me apart, I just wanted lunch! I've been out in the cold for three whole days and--" he was interrupted as Vixy pulled the tear and made a huge hole. The plush wolf's stuffing spilled out onto the floor, and Steven along with it. Vixy caught him as the wolf began to shrink.

Steven blinked awake and caught a glimpse of the baker wolf's horrified face as he shrunk back down to the size of a small plush toy amid the puddle of cotton. He froze for a few moments before he looked up at Vixy. "Uh...Vixy, can I ask you something?" he said, "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!"

"You're welcome," Vixy said with a wink. "I think we should get out of here before anyone sees...can you lift up the girl?" Steven was in no mood to protest or worry about lifting her 'correctly' but did as he was asked. Vixy began to gather the fallen stuffing in a corner and make a small cushion out of it. "Lay her on the cushion, it's important she keeps warm. Hopefully she won't wonder what happened when she wakes up," Vixy said.

Steven layed her on the cushion. He looked at the now normal-sized wolf plush. "Uh, what about him?" he asked.

"Don't touch him, he'll absorb your heat again," Vixy said, "I'll get rid of him."

"W-wait," Steven said, "C-can we take him home before we decide what to do with him?" he pleaded.

Vixy's eyes went wide, but she sighed and picked up the wolf plushie. "Fine, let's get out of here and get home for now." She and Steven started heading out of the club and back to his house. As soon as they were out in the snow again, Vixy sighed. "Sorry you had to meet a plushie like that. Some of us get desperate. Jerks like him endanger our secrecy."

"Oh, ah, it's fine," Steven said, "I, um, I'm really glad you were there...d-did you get worried about me?" he asked.

"Well...yes..." Vixy said, "I don't really have to stay with you if you don't want me to, but, well, when you dug me out of the snow, it felt so nice to be warm for a little while again."

Steven nodded. "So...where do plushies like you come from?" he asked.

Vixy shrugged as they went into the house. "Plushies can make more living plushies if a toy is stuffed with their own cotton, but where our lives started is beyond me. I think I started out as just a little kid's toy until a blizzard kicked in and buried me where you found me."

Steven sat on his bed. He felt exhausted even though it wasn't anywhere near night time. "Hey, um...Vixy, I'm sorry about being so cold to you," he said.

Vixy gulped. "It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed myself on you like I did," she said, "Do you...want me to leave?"

Steven took a deep breath. He felt very nervous about answering, whatever his answer was going to be. "Vixy...are there others like you? Others like him?" he asked.

Vixy looked at him and nodded. "Yes, there are," she answered, "There could be hundreds in this town alone."

Steven gulped. "They have their needs...but they'll cause trouble if they get desperate...and they're probably...totally..." he muttered.

Vixy gulped. "Steven, are you okay? He didn't frighten yo--"

"TOTALLY CRAZY AWESOME!" Steven shouted suddenly, turning to her, "Oh man I got to admit I was a little freaked out at first, but these living plushies...th-they're actually a lot of fun!"

"I...I beg your pardon?" Vixy asked, not expecting that at all. "You're talking about me and not mister baker wolf, right? He tried to eat you."

"I mean both of you!" Steven answered, taking the wolf plush in his arms and holding him, "Sure he tried to eat me, but...it was actually really fun...I've never been eaten before! I always wondered what it was like...and it was soft and comfy in there too!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Vixy said, nearly at a loss for words. "Who would have thought...being eaten would be fun..."

"W-we can keep him, right? Please?" Steven asked.

Vixy sighed for a moment, and then smiled. "Well, I think I found the answer to that question."

"What?" Steven asked, blinking. "O-oh of course you can stay here too, if he stays," he quickly added.

"No, no, silly! The question from earlier today," Vixy said, "You asked why I told you all of my secrets. Well, I told you to figure it out yourself, but the truth is, I didn't know either until now." She giggled, and smirked. "I told you all this because I like you. And I think I can have a lot of fun with you and any other friends we happen to come across. As long as they behave, I don't mind sharing."

Steven gulped. "Uh, think you could put that another way? You know, so I can sleep at night," he asked, setting the plush wolf on his bed behind him.

"Well, I can put it this way...even if a plushie isn't in its true form, it still hears and sees everything around it," Vixy said with a grin.

"What?" Steven said, "D-did the plush wolf hear..."

"Every word," Vixy said, "And holding him gave him just enough heat too, I think."

Steven began to sweat and turned around just enough to see the plush wolf baker's big belly in his face, the plushie's zipper mouth grinning widely. "Oh mister baker, I do think I am hungry," Vixy said to him in her sweet tone, "Maybe I will try this eating thing myself. Be a good boy and get me a burger, won't you?"

"With pleasure!" the plush baker said, bringing his spatula out yet again. Steven gulped and closed his eyes, anticipating getting sandwitched again. But he did so while smiling from one end of his face to the other.