Artwork (c) 2007 by JohnD
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By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2007 by JohnD
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The toy shop was small, and filled with shelves. I knew the minute I saw it that it was the greatest place in the world! Every kind of toy spilling over every row of shelves, each area a different kind of toy. I slipped in when the owner was busy with a customer. A kindly, elderly man, he saw me after a while, playing with a toy, but he didn't stop me. When he was alone in the shop but for me, he came over, and I thought he was going to chase me out. I was sitting on the floor, playing with a couple of the cars and he said, "You like my toys?"
"Uh-huh." I said carefully.
"Toys are a lot like people, you know." he went on.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Some of them are very kind, some of them are very naughty. Like little boys like you, maybe?"
I shrugged. "I dunno."
"I do." he said. "It's because I've seen them, times when they thought nobody was watching. Times they felt they could act like they wanted to. Those cars you are playing with, are very angry all the time at everybody and everything."
"Why?"
The old man shrugged himself. "The thing to remember about toys is that they are what they are. Once you remember that, they can't really hurt you."
"All right." I said.
"I know that you are a little boy all alone." he went on. "Is it not time for you to go home now?"
I just shrugged again. If you knew my home, you'd know why I was here in the toy store instead of home, having supper and about ready for bed like any other seven-year-old should be.
"I should call your mother..." he trailed off, because a rather large family came in the door.
I seized the opportunity and slipped to the back of the store. Back there was a large box of stuff animals, I burrowed into them until I was hidden from sight. It wasn't totally fair of me, but I needed a warm place to sleep that night, and I had decided that this toy store would work just fine. Tomorrow, I could slip out when he opened and see about how things were going back home. Everything was usually all right back home in the morning. Usually. Sometimes I had to stay away an extra day. The bears I was in among were all soft and soon they were nice and warm. I was kind of hungry, but I knew the answer to that. Go to sleep and in the morning, I could sneak back home and get some breakfast before I saw what else was going on.... I slept.
I woke up because things were stirring around me. At first, I didn't remember where I was, then I did. An earthquake? Was the building going to fall down on me? I scrambled to my feet and looked around.
It was late, the windows were dark outside. The lights were out, too, except for a single light in the back that gave a little light around the store. I had succeeded in getting to spend the night in the store. Now I was locked in.
"Hello!" came a voice nearby. I looked down at my feet. Then rubbed my eyes.
The teddy bears I had crawled in to sleep on were now standing around me. I mean standing, and looking up at me! Moving! The teddy bears were alive!
They joined hands and started dancing around me. Singing a little song together.
When they said that, I felt funny all over, things blurred, I blinked, then closed my eyes and shook my head. And when I opened them again, everything was different!
"Welcome, human, to our land,
As we're dancing hand in hand,
One and two is three, you know,
That is how the numbers grow!
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But three less two turns into one,
You're small as us when we are done!
Welcome, human, to our land,
And we are done, and here you stand."
The teddy bears were now bigger than me! In fact, everything was! I was about four inches tall! I was...I was toy-sized!
"Welcome to Toyland, Peter!" one of the teddy bears said to me.
"You know my name?"
"Of course." the bears giggled. "You told us your name when you were playing with us."
"Oh...yeah!" I giggled myself. "Are we going to play now?"
"We'll play with you!" came a gruff voice. I looked over and I saw the cars I'd been playing with earlier. Now they were sizes from as big as a dog to a truck as big as...well, as a truck! He was the one who'd spoken.
The teddy bears all squealed and ran for cover, jumping back into the bin where I'd slept until a short time before. I ended up all alone in front of all these cars.
"Sure, I'll play with you." I said.
The laugh the cars laughed then wasn't funny-sounding. It was frightening-sounding.
"Sure, let's play with you like you play with us." the truck said. "Me, I'm a truck. I haul dirt in my bed and dump it someplace else. But do you use me to haul and load and dump dirt? No!"
"But I...."
"No, you used me to crash into other cars." the truck accused me. And rightly so. "Look at this Corvette, you put a ding on him. Now, no mother will want to buy him for her little girl or boy. And that's all your fault."
"But...I'm sorry!" I said. "I didn't mean to."
"Yes, you did!" the truck went on, and now the cars were advancing on me. "You knew just what you were doing with your vroom-vroom-vroom and your scree-ee-ee-ee-eech and your ka-BOO-OO-OOM!" They were getting closer, and I was backing away. But where could I run from all these cars? I looked at the teddy bears, but they had the grill of their bin up and made no motion to pull it down to let me in.
"Come here, little boy, it's time for you to play car-crash!" the truck said. "And this time, we'll have a really big crash for you!"
"Ka-bump-bump-bump-bump!" came the sound. But it wasn't cars, it was balls. Lot and lots of bouncing rubber balls. They fell down from a shelf in among the cars, which were confused and scattered under the barrage!
And in the midst of their falling, I was suddenly grabbed from behind and carried away! I looked up to see myself being carried by the two strong arms of a soldier! Not an Army soldier, but an actual toy soldier, the ones with the big hats on top and the colorful jackets and the white pants and white gloves, with gold things on his shoulders.
"Are you all right?" the soldier asked me.
"Yeah, I think so!" I gasped.
"We have to hurry, those balls won't keep those cars busy for long."
Where are we going?" The soldier had carried me over to a row of shelves.
"Up!" he said. "Grab hold and climb up there!" He held me up at the end of his arms, that let me just reach up and grab the shelf above the one next to the floor, and I pulled and he pushed me with a powerful hand on my ass and I went up and onto the shelf.
I scrabbled around on hands and knees and saw that the cars were almost upon my rescuer! "Hurry!" I held out my hand. The soldier grabbed it in his gloved hand and I pulled as he jumped. A masterful jump, he ended up almost plowing into me! But he got up to beyond his hips, and crawled up as I crawled backwards, and I ended up with him on top of me.
I smiled but he grimaced. "We have to climb higher! This shelf has toy planes!"
Planes! Air crashes!
"Come on!" he urged me. "My men have the next shelf up. We'll be safe there."
I jumped into his arms and felt how warm and strong he was. Toys aren't warm...but I guess when they come to life, they come to complete life! He was as warm as any person would be, maybe a bit warmer because he'd been working hard to save me. He hoisted me and I saw hands reaching down. Not soldier hands...but I took them anyhow! I was helped up and found myself among some more stuffed toys. Animals, mostly not teddy bears, but stuff animals. I felt safe with them...no little kid makes stuffed animals crash, or damages them if they get thrown. A stuffed toy just keeps on smiling.
So I turned and again urged my soldier friend to come up with me. This time, with the stuffed toys helping to pull, we ended up with him on top of me again in one swift, full motion.
I took the position to give my soldier a big hug! So big, so strong, and very handsome. Like the man I wish my father was, or my older brother, instead of them being...who they were.
This soldier must be something special. His eyes were a beautiful blue, his nose was sharp and regular, his cheeks were regally square and even. His lips were soft and rounded and shone as I reached for them with my own.
It was just a kiss. It went on longer than I figured on at first, but he wasn't pulling away from me and I wanted to keep kissing him and so I did.
But it did end, and then he stood up and held out a hand to help me to my feet. "That was a very close call." he said to me.
"It sure was." I said. "A good thing you came to get me."
"He was the one cut the balls loose from their webbing." one of the other toys said.
"Those cars are pretty bad news." another one said. "Dangerous down there on the floor level shelves with them there. All the kids play with them and it's just bang-crash-crash. They get so mad all day and then at night, they're ready to take it out on someone."
"Like me."
"Those teddy bears shouldn't have shrunk you down to our size." the soldier said. "You were safe as long as you were full-sized. Now, you're in danger until the sun rises. And you have to be back among the teddy bears before then, so they can sing the song to make you full-sized again."
"The cars will get tired in a little while." another toy said. I don't know which toy was talking to me, I wasn't really looking at them, only my soldier friend.
"You can go down as soon as they're done." the soldier said. "Until then, you're safe here with me."
"Yes, you're safe with us." the other toy said. Same toy each time, I was getting annoyed at it chiming in like it was. "You can play with us until it's safe to go back down to the teddy bears and get changed back."
"I can play with you?" I said to the soldier.
He smiled. "Of course."
"All toys love to be played with." the other toy nattered. "Any toy wants you to play with it, just any way you want to play. Even the cars want to be played with, even when they get smashed because they're used to make car crashes. All toys love to play."
"I want to play with you." I told my soldier friend.
"I'd like that." the soldier said.
"I can play with you any way I want?"
"Of course you can." he said, smiling genially.
"Good." I said and stepped up to him very close. I didn't surprise him one bit with what I did, I think he knew from the moment we kissed what I wanted to do.
My hand on his crotch contacted his warm shaft, turgid and potent inside his tight pants. I felt it there, strong and large and pulsing as I felt it out, found its size. I looked up at my soldier friend and said, "I like playing with this."
"I like it, too." he said, his voice softer, with a bit of a catch in it. His chest was moving up and down, he hadn't panted in all the exertions of my rescue, but he was panting now.
"I can tell." I said. "How do I open these pants?"
He reached down himself with his gloved hands and undid a couple of buttons on his waist; now I could see the row of buttons at his fly and he started undoing them.
I looked around. The toys on the shelf with us looked like...toys. "What happened to them?"
"The magic is with you and me." the soldier said. "It has concentrated to let you and me do this. So they sleep until we are done, when they will live again."
"So we're alone up here?" I asked.
"Exactly."
"Good." I said.
Now he had his pants open, and they lacked any kind of elastic in their waistband, and the opening was much wider than normal pants, they accordingly fell to about his boots which came up to nearly his knees. Underneath that, he wore nothing at all, just himself.
I crooned eagerly when I saw his organ, so thick and big and warm, it stood up from his body in a proud arc like a sword. I caught hold of it and it quickly produced a pearl of clear fluid at its tip as my soldier sighed in his joy.
"That's beautiful." I said to him. "Such a beautiful dick you have, Mr. Soldier. I want to kiss it. Can I kiss it, Mr. Soldier?"
"I am your toy." the soldier panted. "You can play with me any way you want. I want you to play with me however you want. I want to belong to you."
"You will, Mr. Soldier." I promised him. "Soon as I grow big again, I'll get you and hide you and take you home with me."
"But that's...Ahhhh!" the soldier's words were cut off as I sunk my mouth onto his prong, as I savored the thick, salty fluid it gushed out in response, as my lips slid over the glans and onto the shaft, more poured into my mouth, and all of it was so good, so very good, for it belonged to my soldier, who belonged to me.
His hands slid into my hair and he gently guided me in my movements. Now I was slurping up and down on this long, slender pole, feeling the thrill of his dong as I pleasured it with soft motions, the way the velvety skin of the shaft slipped up and down on the steel-hard flesh beneath, so amazing how a man's cock can do this, be so soft before, and so hard after, and this soldier was no different, even though he was a toy, he was all man for me now.
And I was surprised how well I was able to take him. I had done this only a time or two before, and usually I would gag on the man's prong, it would catch and hang and stab at my throat in awkward ways. This...this was like we were made for each other. I was able to take him deeper and deeper, and move faster and faster, and never, never did I once find the dong too stiff or wrongly positioned to slide all the way smoothly and easily.
Above me, my soldier was making soft sighs and moans of his delight, he was thrilling to my motions. I paused after a time, partly to rest, partly to make this last longer, and partly to do what I did, ask him a question.
"Mr. Soldier? Why is it that I don't have any trouble with your dick when I take it inside me. The others haven't been like that, not at all."
"It's because I'm a toy." the soldier explained, his breath short and rasping. "And no toy can harm a child who is playing with it."
"But the cars...?"
"The cars weren't playing with you. They were after revenge, and that made them dangerous. A toy never hurts you when you play with it, unless you are careless or unlucky. But many children have tripped over a toy when it has sought revenge on the child for the way it was played with." And my soldier paused and took a ragged breath.
"So you can't hurt me at all?" I asked him.
"Never, nor would I ever want to." he assured me.
"Then pick me up." I said as I got to my feet and my hands went to my pants. I unzipped and stepped out of them and my briefs together.
Again, my soldier understood. He stooped to pick me up into his arms, his strong hands holding me at my buttocks and my legs went around his waist, and I reached down and caught hold of his tumescent dong and guided it to my butthole. I'd only done that once before, and there had been oh, so much pain. But the soldier could promise me no pain at all.
There was no pain. My saliva lubricated it thoroughly and the magic did the rest. I felt my body spreading to slide the thick cock inside, and it entered me like your leg enters a well-fitting pair of pants, everything the right size and roomy, soft, delightful.
Now my arms could go around my soldier, and I held him and his nose dipped down to touch mine, and I kissed him as he began to move his body to raise me up and down upon himself, oh, God, yes, this held the joy which had been only a hint which I had felt on that other time, buried and obscured and drowned by my pain, but this time, I was only feeling that joy, alone and unfettered.
Strongly, surely, completely, my soldier fucked me on his powerful pud, and my own body exulted in this ownership, I was being owned by the toy that I would own myself, and that was the best possible place to be, surrounded by the arms of the great, gentle, kindly toy that had risked itself to save me, and for no other reason than I had been a child in trouble.
I felt it, then, my tingling in my crotch, my own dick was pulsing in shared ecstasy and I felt the hard soldier's dong throbbing as it bobbed back and forth, up and down, in and out, and I could feel my soldier's climax building in him, in his eyes, in his hands, in his face, and it was rising with my own delight and as I cried out in my little orgasm, I felt the big soldier holding me close to him shudder, he held it all back until the very end, when I was finishing my own ecstasy, and then, only then, did he release his inner hold and with a roar, he climaxed, ejaculated into my body in a hot, honey-textured flood of his jism, and as he groaned, I held tightly to him and felt this handsome stud's orgasm as it shivered through him, shaking him to its very core. The thick streamers of jizz dripped from my ass, I felt the hot ropes of sperm drooping down to the shelf.
Even after he was done with his creamy load, he continued to shudder, being wracked by aftershocks of his tremendous orgasm, and I kissed his cheek as he kept shuddering, kept holding to me tight, so very tight, like I was a part of him and he was a part of me.
Done, I felt him lowering us both down to the floor of the shelf, and then I was standing as he knelt with his knees between mine, and his cock flopped out of my ass, and he lifted his eyes up to mine and the warmth of that gaze was all I ever wanted or needed.
"I like playing with you." I told my soldier. "I'm going to take you home with me and we'll do this every night."
The soldier shook his head. "I want to go home with you, but if you take me from this shop, the magic will fade. Only here, where the love of toys is so intense, can we come to life as we do."
"But...but then I want to stay here with you." I said. "I can come by every night and hide until the guy closes the shop."
"The teddy bears can only work their magic once for each child." the soldier said to me sadly. "Once they turn you back to full-size, they won't be able to do it again."
"But...but I want to stay with you." I said. "I won't let the teddy bears ever do their dance for me."
"But they must, before the sun rises in the morning and shines through that window." the soldier said. "If you are still toy-sized when it does...."
"What?" I asked. "What will happen?"
He explained and I smiled. "I know now just what we can do."
The owner came in the next morning well after sunrise and saw me. "Well, young man, I see you found yourself a new friend." I didn't answer, and he continued. "We'll just put this toy soldier of yours up on this special shelf, the one where I put the toys I don't want to sell. This little shelf with belong to just your soldier and you." And the owner moved my toy soldier up to the shelf and smiled, nodded. I was happy with this, too.
A woman came into the shop and looked at the shelf. "What an odd toy!" she exclaimed. "I've seen so many toy soldiers, but none like that."
"It is one of a kind." the owner said. "But it is not for sale."
"Such an incredible toy." the woman said. "A soldier holding a little boy in his arms. I wonder who thought of such a special, sweet, wonderful toy."
"There are many wonderful things in this world." the owner agreed. I did, too, but I didn't say anything still.
For I was in my soldier's arms, the two of us formed into a single toy of two figures by the light of day, and that was how our days would be spent from now on. Then, at night, when the magic took hold, my soldier and I would live again, and renew our love.
THE END
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