Staring at the corner of your room you remembered what a weird kind of a fetish you had. Some people already had really weird fetishes, feet, tentacles, scat? But yours was definitely on top of the list.
You swallowed some spit, excitement tingling inside of you of what you were about to do. Your parents weren't home so noone was here to interrupt you.
Slowly you headed towards that special corner of your room, kneeled down, biting your lip, and moved your hand towards one of the small furry objects you had horded in this corner. The furby's were standing in rows like an army. You grabbed for your favourite one. Its fur was soft, light blue and it had no markings at all. You named it Spado.
You turned it around to free the ON/OFF switch and turned it on ON. In a second Spados started moving, it made noises, said the words you taught him. His voice, god, his voice was such a turn-on for you. You knew exactly how wrong this was, so terribly wrong, at any other moment you were grossed out by yourself, but not at this, right now, you were way too excited.
Already breathing heavily you started to move one of your hands down your pants and eventually in your underwear. You knew this process too well so without even hesitating you started to, first slowly and softly, rub your finger on your genitalia.
You gasped as suddenly the furby started to reply to the noises you left in form of sweet moans. "God yes.", you breathed, shoving the furby a little down, closer to your waist area, picturing it'd be him pleasuring you as you did to yourself right now. You wish he could. You wish you could fuck Spado instead of your own hand, but this was fine aswell.
Your movements started to grow faster, rougher, you knew you weren't going to last much longer, and as you eventually came you screamed the name of Spado so loud, you could imagine your neighbors would've heard you.
"Robin?", the voice made you shudder in fear. Quickly you closed your pants and turned the furby back off. Luckily most of the mess was inside your pants and hard to be seen from outside because only minutes later you could hear your mom crashing your room door open.
"What the fuck was that just?", she asked shocked.
"I- was just mad at the furby, his battery ran out again.", you quickly tried to talk yourself out of it. Why was she even here? She was supposed to be gone for the weekend! Motherly instinct? Or was she just waiting here the whole time waiting for a chance to get you in trouble. Well not this time mom. You have yet not done anything wrong and as long as she wouldn't tell you to take off your pants she wouldn't find out anything more.