Action Figure

I drunkenly looked up to find little-Andy, well, Andy, had collapsed! I sat up, concerned, still breathing heavily. “Are you alright?”

Andy was panting, gripping my toe, and trembling. “(Y/N), I…” He pointed at a few drops of liquid on the corner of my towel. He must have had his first orgasm!

“It’s alright, Andy, that’s perfectly normal, you, um, generally want that to happen. That’s cumming, that’s having an orgasm. I had one too. Did you like it, did it feel good?” I couldn’t help smiling. He was so cute, so discombobulated and fluttery.

“Yes! It was fantastic! I, I felt it when you came to orgasm too! I want to you come there all the time, (Y/N)! It’s just that, now, I feel so tired. So… so, so incredibly sleepy.” Andy managed to get up into a standing position, but I could see he was having trouble staying awake.

Clearly, Andy needed to be tucked into bed. I couldn’t very well make him climb back on the shelf, he was a living being! But I was afraid I’d crush him if he just crawled under the covers. He was, after all, made of sandstone. Even if it was magic, maybe he froze when he was asleep, who knew? I didn’t want to snap a piece of him off! Suddenly, I had an idea.

“I’ll go make you a little bed to snuggle up in, where you’ll be more comfortable than the shelf, ok?” I couldn’t help but eye his tiny, sexy, tired, naked body. Andy nodded, sitting down. How had I gotten in this situation? What had I just done? I’d think about it in the morning.

I went to the closet and found an old cat bed from Mr. Sunshine, my kitty who had died a few years ago. Of all the uses I had thought I’d have for his things, a bed for a small, stone man wasn’t one of them… I got a clean kitchen rag from the cabinet in the kitchen and tried to fold it nicely, bringing the finished product into my bedroom. “How’s this?”

Andy’s eyes positively lit up. “I’ve never had such a fine cradle in which to slumber! You are truly a goddess, (Y/N)!” He jumped skillfully, still nude, from my bed to where I had placed the cat bed on the floor. “Please, if I oversleep, will you wake me if you need to leave? That I may hear your voice just for a moment before you go?” He looked hopefully up at me as he curled up amidst the kitchen rag, smiling brightly.

I grinned at him. “Sure, smooth operator. Good night, Andy.”

“Sweet dreams, (Y/N).” I turned out the light, and slept well, but got yet another huge shock when I woke up to my alarm for work the next day.

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