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Plushies & Cubbies

By

Dracofiend (Kakiro)

Three small cubs huddled together just within the boundaries of their little cub house. The building just big enough for all three to play with their toy's with a little room left over. Max the eldest of the three stands just three foot six inches only nine years old. He is a rather cute brown puppy, a lonely boy with big blue eyes. His entire body is covered with nothing but the same dark brown fur. He wears a pair of denim knee cut shorts and a pale blue T-shirt a size to large.

Amy the middle of the three at eight years, standing only three feet two inches is a white rabbit. Her white fur is broken in many places with small black spots giving her look much like a Dalmatian puppy. She is a wispy girl with dull green eyes, being from a broken family she seeks the companionship of her friends whenever she can. Her broken home has left her depressed and lonely. She wears a dark green mini-skirt with a matching blouse. Always wearing her bright red and green scarf given to her by her mother during Christmas before she left.

The last of the three is little Sara being only six he stands two feet four inches. She may be tiny but she is also most likely he smartest of the three. She is a small chipmunk with duel stripes starting at the back of her neck trailing down to her little tail. Her hair is almost always a mess along with her outfits. Normally wearing an oversized white T-shirt tied around her waist with an old belt looking much like a dress. She wears a simple pink bow tied around her left ear at all times unwilling to take it off unless it's needed.

The three cub's spend most of their free time together at their cub house playing with their magical toy's. Each one owns a special plushie, each plush is alive and plays back with the cub's as they play and have fun. Max has a rather large cat plush, a tabby cat with blue marble eyes. He's called Yurik by max and his friends the name given by Max's grandmother who has sewn the plush herself before she passed away.

Amy owns a small richly plush raccoon. It looks almost like a normal raccoon but for the almost lifeless eyes. Each stitch is carefully hidden, the plush created specially for her by her father's best craftsman. The coon was a gift after her mother left her family taking her little brother with her not wanting her daughter for some strange reason. Amy calls her coon Emily after her mother who she still hopes to see again sometime.

Sara made her own little rabbit rag doll out of old clothes her mother left behind when she died. The doll itself has no legs floating around like a ghost with two almost arm like rags on either side which she uses as oversized paws. The small eyes are crafted out of two small buttons from one of her mother's dresses. The little rag doll is known as Marie by the three. Each of the plushies and their owners are united by a magic stronger than that of friendship for each one loves the other as family having little experience with their own...

Early one Monday morning as the three were getting ready for school, having met outside at their little club house. The school bus was late as usual as the three huddled together in the small building their plushes next to them hardly ever leaving the cub's sides. "I hate school, why do they make us go, I just can't stand these uniforms." Max said as he did every morning tugging at his shorts the cool air of the morning damp from the nights rains. "Oh they are not so bad are they?" Amy replied with a shiver hugging little coon tightly the little plush hugging back against her. "Amy can I go to school with you please." The little coon asks in a soft whisper. Amy sighs and shakes her head as the bus finally pulls up setting the coon to the side with the other two.

The three quickly get aboard the bus as the rather fat dog driving snorts at them for not being at the curb waiting. After finding their usual seats at the back of the bus they start talking to each other giggling and laughing waiting for the bus to reach it's destination.

School seemed longer than normal to the three as they debarked near their homes each one rushing to the club house grabbing up their plushies who had stayed hidden during the day. "Gym was horrid today, it was dodge ball again!" Max whined as he grabbed up Yurik squeezing tightly as he could causing the little plush to meep softly. "Not so tight! You trying to squeeze the stuffins outa me?" They all giggled. Marie floated up and poked one of her ragged arms at max. "Maybe you should take better care of him, he's starting to get a little ragged around the edges." She giggles softly noting not his stitching but his attitude.

Sara giggles along with her doll scooping her up and hugging tightly kissing the little bunny on the head. "Your so silly." All three pick up their plushies and scurry on home to change into their play clothes eating their dinners and waiting till all three can get together again in the evening to explore and play. The cubs like to make believe they are in a fantasy world with real magic and mythical creatures. Amy writing down their adventures the best she can and telling the stories back to the others after they have already forgotten them.

Later that night the three cub's sat in their little fortress Sara sitting with a flashlight giggling as she started weaving a tale of hero's, magic and villains. Marie having some physic ability was the first of the three plushies to notice a new special magic about them. Not the make believe story Sara was telling but a true magic, the same type that had formed themselves. Each one in turn looked up from their cub and glanced at each other exchanging worried looks as they communicated telepathically. "{Yurik, Emily, we have a guest. And I don't think he's friendly.}" They all nod snuggling into their cub's hoping nothing goes wrong. Shortly after the tale is told and Sara finishes writing it down the night air starts to grow even colder than normal sending all three hurrying home.

Not needing rest the plushies stay up at the window's talking back and forth trying to locate the new source of energy. It was very disturbing to all three since they had never met another like themselves and this energy felt wrong. Something about it told them that it was not friendly in the least. Had they known what it truly was they would have sought it out and destroyed it before it could manifest fully. But they could only know that it was somewhere out there, but not what it's true intent was.

Over at Dericks house he cries into his teddy bear, his mother and father fighting. He heard a thump and a scream as his father struck his mother again. She starts screaming as a door slams, he glances out the window holding Garian to his chest the plushie slowly blinks wiggling softly as the boy's father runs out of the house growling and snarling the wolf family broken yet still together. He glared at his father with hatred, the bear doing the same. Slowly he comes to realize the squirming was from his teddy bear smiling a little and squeezing him all the tighter nuzzling into the top of his head trying to forget about his family and just enjoying his special friend. The bear snuggles back and sighs softly just wanting to make things better.