the witch pushes you down on the bed, straddles you, holds you in place with one hand on your chest. she waves the other hand, and her nails unfold into glittering, iridescent fractal claws.
"there's too much of the Real about you still, doll-thing," the witch mutters. "show me where."
you reach up, below the twitching blades, and wordlessly take her wrist, guiding her to your throat. she grins in understanding, and lays her claws against your skin.
her touch blooms into you like the heat of a blush, then like the numbness before the pain of a bad burn.
she tells you, "prepare yourself, doll-thing. i will count to three."
you nod your readiness eagerly, a part of you disgusted by how needy you must appear, how badly you want this, how scared you are that she'll sheathe her claws and walk away.
her eyes are the uniform violet-white of a plasma arc, with no pupils. you cannot guess what she sees.
she counts, "one," and then her claws close around your throat and you don't even get to scream.
they cut through your skin and below the Real and tear through its roots into you and she draws out something, dripping with red gore, and eats it.
you gape and gasp but cannot form a single sound.
she chews, streams of blood and shining mirror-ichor running down her face. and only when she swallows does your body finally emit a high, pure moan.
she licks her fingers clean, long tongue fearlessly darting into the fan of jagged claws, and then the witch who ate your voice rolls off you and tells you, "i'm done with you. go clean up."
you nod. there is nothing eager about it now. just measured movement. but she grimaces, and admonishes you, "use your words, doll."
so you use them: "thank you, my mistress."
somewhere in your throat, you feel the lingering reverberation of tiny chimes. □
(^_−)−☆
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There are many kinds of doll, as there are many kinds of Purpose for them. It would be quite the labyrinthine task to name every type, but if we were to boil them down to three base categories, we could classify most doll types under the following:
Service Doll
Combat Doll
Companion Doll
Service dolls are often for domestic or commercial use. Their job is to complete a task, and be polite and pretty while doing it. This, much like the other descriptions for today, is an incredibly broad simplification, but for our purposes, it is sufficient. These dolls are your cooks, maids, landscapers, mechanics, delivery workers, and many other things. There are some Purposes for Service Doll subsets which would be unnecessary and inappropriate to name, but much like all dolls who fulfill their Purpose, we can consider them from an outside perspective to be Good Dolls.
Combat dolls are implemented into military and security roles. Their job is either to eliminate or protect. The Purpose of a combat doll tends to be quite straightforward, as long as they're properly commanded by a good Witch/Miss/Handler. Combat dolls come in a diverse range of shapes, sizes, and constructions, but their Purpose tends to remain the same. Just like Service dolls, all who fulfill their Purpose, we can also consider Good Dolls.
Companion dolls occupy a space outside a singular implementation for use. They are often used for service, and sometimes used for combat, but as the category seems to suggest, they are intended first and foremost for companionship, and the tasks that may come along with it. Whether you need a doll to reciprocate affection, or one to entertain your guests, a companion doll may be suitable for you. These dolls can often be fickle, however, and without a clearly defined Purpose, need reassurance when they are in fact, Good Dolls.
"This one is a companion doll, Miss. B-but it's not a Good Doll..." The ball jointed hands of the companion doll having just read the pamphlet that came in its box fall to the soft, frilly apron of its maid dress.
The woman who's opened the box for the newly refurbished synthetic confidante gently slips the paper out from between its fingers, weaving her hands between them instead, "Surely that can't be, sweetie. I'm sure you're a perfectly fine doll!"
The doll shakes its head suddenly in response, "Its defined characteristics for itself being a Good Doll are, service to its Miss, refusal of hostility to all classified as Entities, and unconditional love to all Entities it cares about!"
The woman looks puzzled at the response from her new companion, "But you've been sweet so far... The chats we had before they mailed you to me seemed to suggest to me that you're a Good Doll!"
"It hurt someone, Miss... The one it believed it was going to be with forever. Its love is meant to be unconditional, how could it forget? It couldn't be romantic love anymore, but that shouldn't have made it conditional..." The doll's expression is downcast, and full of sorrow.
The woman leans in and wraps her arms around the doll, "You still care about this person, yes?"
"It does, Miss..." The doll's voice rings out quietly, nearly inaudibly, but still there. She picks her doll up and allows it to lean back in her arms, now nearly cradling it, "Then you're still capable of loving them, aren't you?"
"It... It is, Miss! And it will. It does, okay, this one does!" The doll stammers as it processes the message its new Miss is trying to send it, as its statement ends in mild excitement.
The Miss smiles as she looks into her dolls eyes, "Good Doll."
The companion doll leans up and hugs its Miss tightly around her shoulders, happy to have received this reassurance. The Miss returns the gesture in kind, tightening her grip around it as well. She's read the pamphlet as well, and knows how much her doll needs it. She needs to make sure her companion doll knows that it's a Good Doll.
"Thank you, Miss. A-and it loves you, too..."
I just wanna listen to music with a girl while we cuddle and talk about nothing and everything and after hours of being so close we kiss and kiss and we just cant stop and everything fades away except for the two of us
is that too much to ask?????
A Goddess is a type of Prey
i actually think just as a general rule monsters should own humans as pets. thats really fun to me. put a collar on that girl and snuggle her up in your big fuckin wings
"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
do you ever wanna kiss someone really badly & you’re just like “!!!!” inside
Mean, rough forced orgasms while I sink my teeth into your neck until your whole body trembles and you beg me to stop.
You’re cute. I’d let you stab me.
yuri between the spaceship pilot who zips herself up into a sleep pod for the night and the ship ai who dutifully monitors her vitals while she sleeps and can feel her body through the electroconductive fabric bag she’s in
22 she/it 18+ only blog, minors DNI Just your local gay poly trans girl just horny posting and simping for my friends and partners Don't worry I don't bite too hard ;3
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