Plushjob

	Staggering through his front door, Anon threw his coat and keys on the floor; flopping down on his couch and burrowing his head in a throw-pillow. From a shelf above him, a small figure awoke at the sound of it's owner's presence; excitedly hopping down from its perch to great its companion.
	“Hey there, buddy! Have a fun day at work?”
	Flipping over and shooting it a look, the tiny creature could tell that the answer was no; same as every other day for a while now. Undeterred, the figure climbed its way up onto Anon's chest. “Well, doing worry! I know what always cheers you up!” it chirped, before lying down and snuggling against his chest.
	 Glancing down at his companion, a small plush toy was looking up to him expectantly; waiting for him to give in and return the gesture. Holding his breath for a moment, Anon let out an exasperated sigh as he wrapped his arms around its soft little body; holding it against himself as closely as he could as it burrowed its head into his chest.
	The doll in his arms was a rare plush Chica he had won at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria back when he was a little kid. Unlike the ones usually sold in stores, he had managed to acquire enough tickets to win a prototype model fitted with it's very own miniature endoskeleton; allowing it to walk and talk about as well as any of their other full sized robots. As cynical an bitter as he had gotten over the years, Anon could always count on his loyal little Chica to be an ray of sunshine in what was an otherwise glum and dreary existence; never once loosing its zeal for life or sense of innocent wonder.
	“There now, don't you feel better already?” the doll asked; looking up to its owner with hopeful anticipation.
	“Sorry, Chica,” Anon replied despondently. “I appreciate it, but I'm not sure there's much that could cheer me up today. I think I'm just gonna go pass out here and call it a day”
	With one last squeeze the doll got up from their embrace; making its way down her owner's stomach before stopping at his pants. “Don't say that. I know how to turn that frown upside-down!”
	With that, the toy began impotently pawing at his belt buckle; unable to make any progress on account of its stubby arms and lack of fingers. After a few moments without any progress, Anon chucked and undid it himself; amused at her perseverance and willing to indulge her tenacity. The hard part done, Chica took the lead on the rest; undoing his fly and lowering his undergarments. Long since accustomed to this kind of treatment from his toy, Anon watched with lulled amusement as the tiny doll went to work exposing his manhood. Chica liked to cuddle with him after all, and it wasn't like either of them get hung up over the specifics.
	With no more clothes left to guard him, her first brush against his member caused Anon to jolt; not quite ready for the soft sensation of her soft padded hand against his flesh. Already fully erect, the toy ran its stubby limb down the length of his shaft a few times, lightly rubbing against his sensitive skin as Anon slowly adjusted to the treatment.
	“See?” the toy chirped. “I bet you're feeling better already.”
	Increasing what little pressure she could give, Chica brought her other arm into play; vigorously stroking the sides of Anon's dick as he began leaking from excitement.
	“Ah! Slow down. I'm...” Anon strained; Chica complying and giving him a moment to cool off and let his tension dissipate.
	“Haha, look at you, already so happy!” she laughed; elated at how effective she was at cheering her owner up. “Don't worry. I know just how to make it special for you.”
	With that, she took the head if his member between her hands and stood it upright; moving in and straddling his shaft; clasping her legs and arms around its width and holding it tightly against her soft warm body. With a heartfelt hug, she started again; grinding her plush form up and down his pulsing length. Each involuntary twinge and lust filled moan spurred her on as she tightened her hold; nuzzling her beak against his leaking head as Anon once again found himself reaching him physical limits.
	“Ch- Chica!” he grunted; digging himself against the couch below him as she continued her pace.
	“Shh, it's okay, buddy.” she cooed. “It's just me. Don't you want to cum for your best friend?”
	His body tightened; every muscle in contracting from the feeling she was providing him. The gentle friction; the soft padding; her innocent little coos and giggles; it was all too much. Unable to hold on any longer, Anon clenched his hand around the sofa cushion as he released his first load up past his toy's head. Blocking anymore discharges from flying astray, Chica snuggled her face and chin against Anon's overstimulated head; catting his next load on her beak; then cheek; absorbing each spurt into her plush cotton body until he could give no more. With the job done, Chica released her grip around his quickly shrinking member; closing her eyes and lying back on his stomach with a self satisfied sigh.
	“Feeling better?”
	“Ah- ahh. Ye-Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better now,” Anon huffed; still shaken from the intensity of his orgasm, but slowly relaxing now that all the excitement was done with. Moving a free and down over Chica's now damp body; Anon held her lightly against him as he drifted into a hazy post coital glow. “Thanks Chica. I really appreciate it.”
	“Haha! Aw shucks, I'm just glade I can pitch in,” she giggled; basking in her job well done. “Maybe we can take a bath a little later though. You remember what happened last time we waited too long to clean this stuff.”
	A light murmurer was the only response the doll received as Anon's already lax body went completely slack; save for the one arm still wrapped around the yellow toy's body. Not wanting to disturb her owner, Chica resigned itself to do the same; figuring a bit of spot cleaning later was well worth the price of some quality nap time together. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep; beaming with satisfaction as she dreamed of all the fun times her and her owner still had to come.