Kyle sat in the living room of his parents' house, trying to ignore the quiet surrounding him. It wasn't yet nine on a Friday night, but he figured he'd stay in. After all, he was here to put his mom's mind at ease while she and Kyle's dad were on vacation. When she'd expressed concern about leaving the house empty for an entire week, Kyle had volunteered to spend his nights here until his parents returned. 

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" his mom had asked, barely able to hide her relief.

"No trouble at all," Kyle said. "Your house is just ten minutes away from my office. And I was going to swing by to feed Prissy every day, anyway."

Prissy, his parents' cat, had gone into hiding as soon as they left. She came out only at night, once Kyle was asleep. He always found her food bowl empty in the morning.

Now, Kyle set his phone aside, having grown tired of scrolling through social media. Maybe he'd turn in early; it had been a long week, with a hectic schedule at work. Nothing wrong with being twenty-five and calling it a night well before eleven, he tried to assure himself.

Heading down the shadowy hallway, he heard a rustling sound coming from his parents' bedroom. Prissy, he thought. The moment he leaned through the doorway and flipped on the light, the calico cat froze. She had her paws pressed against the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, ready to give it a scratch.

"Caught you," Kyle said with a smile.

In response, the cat made a sound like a growl before darting past him and down the hall. 

Kyle let out a defeated sigh. His mom had adopted Prissy from the shelter soon after he left for college, and the cat had never warmed up to him despite his efforts to win her over.

He strode to the cedar chest and leaned forward, inspecting it for damage. So far, so good, but he would keep the bedroom door closed from now on. 

It was nothing more than mild curiosity that made him lift the chest's lid. Inside, atop a folded quilt and several blankets, was a handmade pillow. About three feet long, it was covered in cheerful yellow fabric. 

"Tansy," Kyle whispered, surprised he could so easily recall the name.

It had been years since his mother had told him the story behind the pillow's origin. They'd been in this very room, and she'd opened the cedar chest to retrieve an extra blanket for him. He'd watched as she lifted the pillow and regarded it fondly. 

"This is Tansy," she said. "Your great-great-grandmother made her."

Her? Kyle was immediately confused. "You mean, that's supposed to be a doll?"

His mom shook her head. "No. She made two pillows, Teddy and Tansy. Teddy went to my great-aunt, and he's since been passed down to one of my cousins. But Tansy got passed down to me." She gave Kyle a strange smile. "According to family lore, my great-grandmother dabbled in magic, and she imbued each pillow with a sort of... spirit. A presence, if you will."

Kyle couldn't help but snicker. "You're telling me that's a magic pillow?"

"Don't laugh, mister! Tansy will be yours one day."

Obnoxious eighteen-year-old that he'd been, he rolled his eyes and said, "I can't wait."

Now, Kyle gingerly lifted the pillow and examined it. The fabric was bright and spotless; his mom had taken good care of the heirloom. Bringing it closer to his face, he found it smelled like cedar, a scent which had always been pleasing to him. 

In his hands, the pillow emanated an unexpected warmth. Furrowing his brow, Kyle slid his palm over the fabric. Strange, the way it had been sewn. The sides were cinched, giving the object a subtle hourglass shape. Near the top of the pillow was a small flap of fabric. When Kyle lifted it, he could easily see the pillow's stuffing. It wasn't filled with cotton or feathers. 

Working a finger into that opening, Kyle was puzzled to discover that the stuffing was spongy. And it was warm, just like the pillow's exterior.

Near the bottom of the pillow was another flap, similar to the one above. Kyle had no idea what those openings were for. They didn't appear to serve any practical purpose.

A weird chill drifted over his skin when he realized that two small mounds in the upper part of the pillow actually resembled breasts.

Though Kyle knew he should return the pillow to the cedar chest, he struggled to do so. As he wrestled with his indecision, his mind invented an excuse as to why he should take Tansy with him to his old room, where he'd been sleeping this past week.

Recently, while helping a friend move furniture into a new apartment, Kyle had aggravated an old shoulder injury. Maybe the pillow would alleviate his lingering pain by providing some much-needed support. 

And hadn't his mother said Tansy would one day be his?

Before Kyle could change his mind, he carried the pillow down the hall. As he gently placed Tansy on the bed, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the full-length mirror. His face was flushed, though he wasn't hot. His eyes, a lighter brown than his hair, were wide and expectant. He realized he looked... excited.  

Trying not to dwell on his body's strange physical response, he hurried to the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face and brushed his teeth. Minutes later, he was back in the bedroom. Briefly, his gaze settled on the pillow. In the low lamplight, its form appeared even more feminine.

Though Kyle normally slept naked at his apartment, he'd been wearing his boxers to bed while at his parents' house. Tonight, however, he removed all his clothing before slipping next to Tansy under the covers.

After switching off the bedside lamp, Kyle lay on his side and moaned as the tension eased from his muscles. Breathing in, he caught the faint scent of cedar. He was tentative while reaching for the pillow and drawing it closer. The fabric, soft against his bare skin, still held that warmth he'd noticed earlier. 

He found that draping his arm across the pillow did help his sore shoulder. His fingers idly toyed with the flap which covered the top opening. He couldn't resist gently probing the stuffing. 

Kyle wondered if he was imagining the way it seemed to draw his finger in deeper. He had to be. Still, the faintest groan escaped him, and his cock gave a twitch of arousal.

Fatigue eventually pulled him into a restless sleep. He had no idea how much time had passed before he woke to feel a warm tongue swirling over his nipple. With his eyes closed, he released a pleasured sigh. A former girlfriend had loved to bite and suck his nipples. Memories of her flooded through him, causing his dick to instantly harden.

Kyle moved to embrace her, murmuring her name. But he was met only with the soft fabric of Tansy.

His eyes snapped open, and he froze while a phantom tongue lavished attention on his left nipple. Fear prickled the skin at the nape of his neck. 

Now fully awake, Kyle gave the pillow a hard shove, then scrambled out of bed. His hands shook as he fumbled for the lamp's switch.

Once the room was illuminated, he squinted against the light. His stare swept over the rumpled covers to the pillow which precariously balanced on the far edge of the bed.

Of course, it hadn't magically grown a tongue. Kyle ran a hand through his hair, feeling ridiculous. He must have been dreaming. Glancing down at his naked body, he discovered his erection hadn't weakened in the least. It had been months since he'd gotten laid. No wonder he was having sex dreams about his past girlfriend. 

His laugh was forced, sounding uneasy as he climbed back into bed. Reaching for Tansy, he drew the pillow close once more. "Sorry about that." He gave the pillow an apologetic pat. "I need to take better care of you."

When the room was again dark, Kyle lay on his back, with his arm still around Tansy. The pillow's warmth offered a soothing comfort, and as he slowly relaxed, his hand strayed to his still-hard cock. 

He gave himself a furtive stroke. With his other hand, he felt for one of the breast-shaped mounds on the pillow. It seemed wrong, even pathetic, to jerk off like this, but he couldn't deny his excitement. 

His thoughts returned to earlier, when he'd worked a finger into that opening situated where a mouth might be. 

Swallowing hard, Kyle guided the pillow downward. The warm fabric moved over his body like a caress. With trembling fingers, he lifted the flap and then positioned that mysterious opening above the head of his cock.

Shame mingled with lust as he lowered the pillow onto his tip. That spongy warmth encompassed his erection, feeling more fantastic than any woman's mouth.

"Ah, yes!" Kyle pressed Tansy even farther down until his six and a half inches were buried within the pillow's depths. Immediately, he discerned the suckling sensation, so strong that it prompted his hips to buck.

"That's so fucking good," he breathed. 

Fighting back a wave of guilt, Kyle began pumping the pillow up and down so it glided along the length of his shaft. His groans grew louder while his pleasure intensified. Again, he sensed a tongue; it now toyed with his cockhead.

It didn't take long for him to work up to a frantic rhythm. He thrust his hips in time with the pillow's movement. All the while, he reminded himself not to grip the fabric too hard. Though Kyle had never used a sex toy, he couldn't imagine one feeling better than this!

"Gonna come!" he panted. In response, the pillow's interior delivered even more blissful suction. His balls tightened, and he felt the tension which immediately preceded a climax.

At the last second, he pulled Tansy off his dick and aimed his erection toward his belly. Each spurt of cum was punctuated by his grunt. Desperate to drain himself of every drop, he kept jerking, his grasp rough.

Afterward, post-nut clarity descended, jarring him like a splash of ice water. What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd just masturbated into a pillow! And not just any pillow, but one that had been in his family for generations.

Kyle's face was hot with humiliation as he left the room and went to clean up the mess he'd made. Thank God he hadn't gotten any on Tansy. While using a wet washcloth to cleanse his stomach and chest of cum, he told himself what had happened was simply a momentary lapse in judgment. Having been single for a good while, and with few one-night stands to break up the dry spell, he was understandably horny. 

And something about that pillow... Kyle couldn't explain his attraction to it. He shivered while remembering the feel of that tongue on his nipple, and on his cock. 

Despite his best efforts, his dick began hardening yet again. Kyle knew he should put the pillow back in the chest and try to forget everything about tonight.

But when he returned to the bedroom, his cock jumped at the sight of Tansy. Both flaps covering her openings were raised, as if to invite him inside.

Kyle's heart struck up a nervous beat. Slowly, he approached the bed and then turned off the lamp. Sliding beneath the covers, he rested on his side and dared to draw the pillow into an embrace. 

His anxious guilt subsided enough that he thought he could go back to sleep. His eyelids grew heavier, and he held Tansy even tighter.

It was then that Kyle felt lips brushing against his chest. Though a gasp escaped him, he didn't pull away. Instead, he remembered his mother telling him the pillow had been infused with a feminine presence.

Kyle certainly felt that presence now!

"Tansy," he whispered without thinking. Reaching between them, he took his hard cock in hand. Tansy's lower opening was exactly where he needed it to be.

Before Kyle could stop himself, he eased into the pillow with a smooth thrust. Tansy's heat readily engulfed his dick; he could feel her walls gently constrict around him.

He whimpered from the pleasure she gave. Holding the pillow fast, he began rutting away. God, she felt so wet and warm! The cedar scent became intoxicating. 

Kyle pulled out only to sit up. Feeling for Tansy's mouth, he worked two fingers inside and was rewarded by her intense suckling.

"You want this, don't you, baby?" Now on his knees, he guided his dick back into her lower opening. As he did, he noticed his shaft was covered with slick lubrication.

With his hands cupped beneath the pillow, Kyle held Tansy the way he would a lover whose spine was arched in ecstasy. He delivered fierce thrusts, his eyes rolling from the bliss of such illicit coupling. Already, he was close again.

Fighting back his orgasm, he laid Tansy flat on the bed and settled his weight on top of her. As his body moved with a passion he couldn't contain, he lowered his head to seek out Tansy's mouth.

It wasn't possible—it couldn't be—but Kyle swore he felt lips meeting his. He and Tansy shared a tongue-filled kiss, causing his restraint to erode even more. 

Breaking the kiss, he choked out, "I need to come!"

Tansy tightened around Kyle's dick, and the sensation sent waves of pleasure traveling through him. He feared he wouldn't be able to pull out in time.

"Gonna come inside you!" 

With his arms around Tansy, he fucked her at a wild pace. A human woman would have called it jackhammering; a human woman probably wouldn't have enjoyed it much.

But the pillow yielded, taking the brunt of Kyle's thrusts until his lust seemed to reverberate back into his entire body. 

Driving himself inside Tansy balls deep, he came with a loud cry. Shivers continued coursing through him as he filled the pillow with his cum. 

Even within the rapturous haze of orgasm, Kyle knew he needed to pull out and try to clean up the damage he'd just inflicted. But that warm, comforting presence emanating from Tansy made him rest his head against her while he caught his breath.

Gingerly, he planted another kiss on her mouth, and she kissed him in return.

With more than a little reluctance, Kyle lifted himself from the pillow and moved to turn on the light. Sitting up, he inspected Tansy's lower opening to make sure the fabric wasn't torn. 

He didn't see so much as a stain. His searching fingers detected no dampness inside the pillow. It was as if his frenzied lovemaking had never happened.

He let out a shuddering sigh of relief. As his frown of confusion morphed into a grin, Kyle leaned forward to give Tansy yet another kiss.

But this time, she was merely a pillow in his arms. Her mouth didn't respond at all.

None of his caresses and sweet words would animate her. Only when he turned off the light and cast the room into darkness did he feel Tansy's enticing tongue slide against his.

Kyle slept well with her at his side. In the morning, he made the bed and placed her carefully upon it. Her flaps were now firmly closed, and as much as Kyle longed to slip his finger, and then his dick, inside the pillow, he understood that Tansy saved her magic for nighttime. 

Later that day, his parents arrived home, tired but excited to chat about their trip. Prissy reappeared and even wove herself around Kyle's legs, acting as though the two were best friends.

Kyle waited until after dinner to speak to his mom about Tansy. His dad had already retired to the den. 

"I hope you don't mind," Kyle said, "but I borrowed that pillow you had in your cedar chest." When his mom raised her eyebrows, he quickly added, "My shoulder was acting up, and I figured I could use the pillow for support."

Kyle's mom tilted her head while regarding him. "And how did that work out?" As she spoke, the two of them headed to Kyle's old room. 

"It worked great." He turned on the room's overhead light. His suitcase sat on the floor, for he'd be heading back to his apartment shortly. Tansy was on the bed. The sight of her made Kyle's cheeks flush.

"I was wondering if I could take Tansy home with me," he went on, struggling to meet his mom's eyes.

That meaningful smile played at her lips, and he realized she saw right through his bullshit.

"Of course, Kyle," his mom replied. "I always said she'd be yours one day." She gave his arm a playful squeeze. "And I know you'll take good care of her."

He readily nodded, then reached for the pillow.

While holding Tansy and feeling her delicious warmth, Kyle was certain she would take good care of him, too.