Arts And Crafts By The
Playing Mantis
Chapter 3
The first time that Sharie noticed anything was out of the ordinary was a week before the accident. She was sitting at a bus stop, reading a book for school, when two girls came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped up and whirled around, causing the two girls to look a little embarrassed. She blushed when she realized that she had overreacted a little and said, “I’m sorry…that was rude of me.”
“Nonsense!” said the taller girl who appeared to be part Asian. She had the facial features of an oriental girl, but her hair was brown. She was very pretty. “We’re the ones who snuck up on you. Jill and I just saw you sitting here and recognized you from high school. Sharie…right?”
“That’d be me…” said Sharie guardedly. She didn’t recognize the one who had spoken or the one referred to as Jill. Jill was shorter and more…full-figured than her friend. But, even though she was a little chunky, she held herself very well and was just as pretty as the other girl. “I’m sorry, but you two have me at a major disadvantage…”
“Kim, there’s no reason she would recognize us,” said the one called Jill. “She was two grades below ours.”
“Oh right,” said the one called Kim. “So, that’d make her…what? 18 now?”
“Actually I’m going to be turning nineteen in about a week or so…” said Sharie, not at all pleased with how the conversation was going or entirely certain she wanted to know where it was headed.
“So do you want to come over to our place and have a little fun?” asked Jill bluntly causing Sharie’s jaw to drop.
“What?” she cried as she backed away a step.
“What?” asked Kim. “There’s nothing wrong with a little fooling arou-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!!!” That last word come out that way because it was about that time that an older woman came up behind the two girls and grabbed them both by the ear.
“Do you two have to proposition every girl that moves?” asked the woman with a great deal of exasperation in her voice.
“But mom,” said Kim. “This one’s different…she’s—”
“Yeah, I know, but that’s no excuse!” said Kim’s mother angrily. “Remember how you felt when it happened to you? And now you want to freak this young one out as well? How hypocritical. Now get back to the car right now or no worshiping for either of you tonight!”
“Yes mom…” said both girls glumly as they scurried away.
The woman sighed as she looked at the two of them before turning to Sharie, saying, “I’m really sorry if those two knuckleheads scared you.”
“Uh…yeah…” was all Sharie could think to say while she looked at the woman. She could tell that Kim’s asian half came from her father because this woman appeared to be of Irish decent with curly red hair and a face full of freckles. But, just like the two girls, there was something about her that made her extremely beautiful. Sharie knew that if this woman had asked her the same thing that the two girls had earlier, she would have accepted gladly. She might regret it later, but Sharie was never much for worrying about the consequences of her actions. “Hey, wait…they both called you mom. They don’t look like sisters.”
The woman chuckled about that for a second before saying, “Jill isn’t my daughter, but she may as well be. Her parents got divorced about six months ago and neither of them really wanted to keep her so she gave them both the finger and moved in with Kim and me. It’s been rather lively with the two of them but it’s been a lot of fun too.” She looked Sharie up and down for a second before clamping her left hand on her right arm, right above the elbow. Sharie could tell that this woman was attracted to her too, but she couldn’t figure out why. After all, she was a stringy little beanpole. Admittedly, her long black hair, her pride and joy, was beautiful, but there was really nothing else that made her feel especially desirable. She had little a-cup breasts and no hips to speak of, but for some reason this gorgeous creature was attracted to her. “Tell you what,” said the woman, breaking Sharie out of her reverie, “in exchange for the rudeness of my two daughters, I’d like to invite you and your parents over to our place for coffee.”
“It’d just be me and my mother then,” said Sharie. “I never knew my father. From what I understand the cheating bastard ended up divorcing my mother shortly after I was born and moving in with a girl half his age.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to bring up painful memories like that,” said the woman kindly as she fished a small sheet of notebook paper from her purse and scribbled down a little note before handing it to Sharie.
“Claire? Nice name…” said Sharie as she stuffed the paper into her pocket. “But what was that other stuff on there about priestesses?”
“Just show that to your mother and she’ll decide whether to tell you or not,” said Claire as she turned and left. Sharie watched her leave, actually watched her butt leave, before shaking herself. She was straight. Why the hell was she thinking about those three that way? But even as she was picking up her book and sitting back down to read, she couldn’t get the image of the three of them, naked and inviting, out of her head. She almost missed her bus while daydreaming about the three of them licking her body and she did miss her stop while thinking about the four of them fucking each other until dawn.
She got home fifteen minutes late, but rushed past her mother and ran into her room, locking the door behind her. “Havetogetoff havetogetoff havetogetoff” she mumbled repeatedly until she found her vibrator, turned it on full and plunged it into herself. She bit down on her pillow to muffle her screams as she kept moving the dick shaped vibrator in and out of her sopping wet pussy. When she finally came it was with the biggest orgasm she had ever had. No man had ever given her so much pleasure as the thought of those three women had and she had to find out why. After she was breathing normally again, and had changed her underwear, Sharie went downstairs to give her mother the note from Claire. She wasn’t sure how her mother would take it, but she knew that she had to go, with or without her mother’s permission.
“I think we should go,” said Sharie’s mother, totally throwing Sharie’s attack plan off.
“Wait…what?” asked Sharie astounded that her mother was okay with the whole thing, even after she explained all of the circumstances. Well…she didn’t mention the being turned on bit, but she mentioned everything else.
“I said, I think we should go,” repeated Sharie’s mother calmly. “This Claire woman seems to be truly sorry for how rude her daughters were, so I think it’s only fair that we accept her hospitality.”
Sharie shrugged as she said, “Okay, but what about this whole Priestess thing?”
“We can talk about it when we go over there,” replied Sharie’s mother. “Call and see if we can go over on Sunday afternoon. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind helping us celebrate your birthday, after all.” Sharie did and Claire said it was a great time and everyone was happy, but they never made it there. On the way to Claire’s house a truck ran a red light and plowed right into their car. Sharie’s mother was killed instantly and Sharie was taken to the hospital. Her injuries were light, but she still had to stay at the hospital for a short while. She was visited by Claire who gave her the birthday present that her mother had dropped off for her the day before.
“What is it?” asked Sharie.
“I have no idea,” replied Claire. “Open it and find out.”
Sharie quickly unwrapped the huge box and was surprised to find that it held a huge stuffed rabbit. The thing was almost as big as she was. “What the hell is this?!” asked Sharie. “She knew I had grown out of stuffed animals years ago!”
“Hang on!” said Claire as she riffled through the wrappings. “There’s a card in the box.”
Claire handed the card to Sharie who read it out loud. “Dearest Sharie,” it said, “You’re old enough now to start having dolls of your own. Come join me in my room tonight with the stuffed animal and you’ll understand everything.” Sharie looked at the card and blinked twice. “What the hell is this nonsense?!” she asked, tears streaming down her face. “Old enough to have dolls? Mom, what the hell were you talking about? Why did you have to be so vague? Why did you have to go and leave me all alone?” She buried her face in the stuffed rabbit, crying uncontrollably, until Claire gently wrapped her arms around her. Sharie hugged Claire back, sobbing into her shoulder.
Claire cooed into Sharie’s ear, trying to calm her down. “It’ll be all right,” she said. “You’re not alone. No one is ever alone. I’m sure your other family will be able to mmmmph!” Her last word was cut off when Sharie suddenly pulled her face away from Claire’s shoulder and kissed her deeply and passionately. Claire was, understandably, taken by surprise by this sudden change in attitude, and actually went with it until she caught herself and pushed Sharie away. “Well,” she said as the two women looked at each other panting, “That was unexpected. Not that it wasn’t pleasant or anything, but you’re a little too emotionally unstable at the moment. If I had allowed that to go any further I would have been as bad as any rapist out there.” She looked from Sharie’s tear-stained face, to her heaving breasts and shuddered with desire, but held herself in check. “Look Sharie,” she finally said, “if there’s anything that you need. Anything at all. Just call me and I or Jill or Kim will do whatever we can to help you out. But I wouldn’t suggest trying anything like what you just did to me to either of them. They don’t have my self control and they would both hate themselves after the fact. I won’t visit again…not until you’re ready for us. So take care of yourself, okay?” So saying, Claire left the room, leaving Sharie alone and feeling very foolish for what she had done. But it had also left her very tired, so she laid back down on the bed, grabbed the stuffed animal and hugged it tight as she fell asleep.
The next five months passed like a blur to Sharie. Her mother’s funeral was small. It was just her and a few of her and her mother’s friends. After all, she didn’t know of any relatives, but everyone said that they’d do everything in their power to help Sharie get through the tragedy. Being nineteen, she was legally able to live on her own, so she stayed in her old house, still sleeping in her own room, not wanting to have to clear out any of her mother’s things. The will left the house and everything in it to Sharie, so she was never in any real danger of being homeless, especially since the mortgage had been paid off years ago back when her grandmother owned the house. She wasn’t even in any real financial trouble since the trucking company paid her a hefty sum to keep her from suing them. The pay off not only paid for the hospital bills and funeral, but gave her enough money to live off of for the next two years if she handled it properly. And Claire was as good as her word. She not only helped Sharie with her home life, but also managed to get her a job at the office complex that she worked at. It was about two weeks later when the two were taking their lunch break together that Claire decided to broach the subject. “So, are you still sleeping in your own room?” she asked quietly. Sharie didn’t say anything, merely nodded slowly. “You know, I’ve been in your mother’s room while I was helping out. Her bed looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than yours.”
“That’s nice…” said Sharie blankly.
“Right…” said Claire. “Sorry I brought it up.”
“Don’t be,” said Sharie. “I need to be able to deal with this, and mollycoddling isn’t gonna help that at all.” Claire started to say something but decided to hold her tongue instead. “The truth is that I did try sleeping in her room before, about a month ago. I even brought in that silly stuffed animal that Mom got me for my birthday. But, something didn’t feel right. There’s this big human sized doll, that my Mom inherited from Grandma when she died, leaning up against the wall. It’s a tall blonde female, wearing a Victorian-age ball gown. The thing has always creeped me out. It’s so lifelike that it wouldn’t surprise me to see it walk over to me and start up a conversation. And that time that I tried to sleep there…” She stopped, blushing profusely.
“Go on,” prompted Claire. “What happened?”
“I could have sworn that I saw the thing move,” said Sharie quickly. Claire smiled causing Sharie to blush again. “I know it sounds stupid!” she said, “But I not only saw it move, but I felt it’s presence too. It was weird. Like there wasn’t anyone else in the room, and then all of a sudden, it felt like there was someone there.” She hung her head down and mumbled, “Not that I’d be all that upset if it was true. I hate living all by myself.”
“Well, you could always let out your mother’s room…” Claire started to say and immediately regretted it when Sharie’s head whipped up and she scowled at Claire.
“Don’t you EVER suggest something like that again!” growled Sharie as she got up and tried to leave. But Claire grabbed her arm and held on tight until she stopped struggling.
“Well, if you don’t want to do that, then you’re going to have to move yourself in there and rent out your room,” she said calmly. “Either that or get used to living all by yourself. Personally, I’d suggest trying to sleep in your mother’s room again. There’s nothing to be afraid of in there. After all, your mother slept in it for your entire life…didn’t she? Do you really think that there would be anything dangerous in there?” Sharie didn’t answer, she merely tore her arm away from Claire and stormed out of the restaurant.
But something about what Claire said did make sense. And she had just said that she shouldn’t be mollycoddled…even by herself. “That does it!” she said with determination. “I’m sleeping in mom’s room tonight!” The twenty-odd strangers that were on the sidewalk nearby all stopped and stared at her, confused by her outburst, causing her to turn beet-red and dash back to her office building. She didn’t talk to anyone else for the rest of the day, and as soon as it was quitting time, she bolted for the bus stop. She couldn’t face Claire after losing her temper, and didn’t want to get a ride home from her. Getting on the bus, she looked back and saw Claire watching her. Claire had a look on her face that Sharie couldn’t place, and it creeped her out, so she quickly got on the bus and sat down in a chair that faced away from her office. But even as the bus pulled away, Sharie could still feel Claire watching her and was happy when the bus turned the corner and Claire was out of sight.
Sharie got home to find a very large package waiting for her on her doorstep. “What the hell is this?” she asked out loud as she looked at the return address. She scratched her head because the return address was her address. She didn’t remember sending out a package to herself, so she dragged the thing into the living room and opened it. Inside the package was a huge teddy bear. It was about the size of the giant bunny rabbit that her mother had given her for her birthday. There was also a card which read, “To my darling Sharie, love Grams.” She looked at the card and the package and then at the teddy bear, and then back at the note. “This has got to be a joke…right?” she asked. “I mean…Grams died when I was still in diapers. And why the hell would she have sent this package out through the mail in the first place? Why didn’t she just give it too me? And if it was from Grams…why did it take so long for it to get here? And why am I asking all of these questions when there’s no one around to answer them?! Gah! I can’t take much more of this!” She slapped her hand to her forehead as she picked up the teddy bear and plopped down on the couch. “Well, I may as well make the best of things,” she said as she looked the teddy bear up and down. It was all brown with a polka-dotted bow tie. “You look like a Mortimer to me,” she said simply. “I hope you like that name, cause that’s what I’m gonna call you. You can meet Rodney when I take you upstairs.” She hugged the bear and was surprised at how soft it was. The arms of the bear swung around her as she squeezed it so it almost felt like the bear was hugging her back. “I guess you can join me and Rodney tonight since you’re a present from Grams.”
She was really tired from work and just wanted to take a little nap, but knew that she had some things to do before she called it a night…including eating dinner. So, she attempted to get up, but, for some reason, she couldn’t extricate herself from the arms of the bear. She struggled lightly for a minute, only to feel the arms hold her tighter. She was unsure of what was going on, but for some reason, she really didn’t care. It wasn’t like the bear was hurting her or anything and she was enjoying the feeling of it’s fur rubbing against her bare skin. She blinked twice as she realized that her skin was bare and looked down at herself. Her clothes had disappeared! She seemed a little put out by the fact, but that was all. She didn’t even bat an eye when the teddy bear leaned it’s head in and kissed her, softly, on the lips. She eagerly kissed it back and laid back on the sofa, opening herself up completely to the teddy bear. The teddy bear started to massage her breasts, causing Sharie to moan happily. “That’s right, Mortimer!” she cooed, completely out of her mind with lust. “Come on! You know you want me. Lick my pussy! You know you want to!” The teddy bear grinned silently as it moved it’s head down toward her glistening pussy lips, already wet from her arousal. It placed it’s paws on her hips and brought them up to it’s face. It rubbed it’s nose along her lips, causing her to squeal. “Oh! Your nose is cold! Don’t do that!” she giggled happily as the teddy bear traced the outline of her pussy with it’s tongue. The bear licked all along her pussy, and flicked her clit with the tip of it’s tongue, before slowly licking it’s way up her body. It stopped for a moment on her breasts, sucking on them both for a minute before continuing up her body and stopping at her face. Sharie looked at the teddy bear’s face with a smile on her lips. The teddy bear kissed her again, sticking it’s tongue in her mouth. She responded it kind, greedily sucking the taste of her own pussy from it’s tongue. She was so turned on that she started thrusting her hips up at the teddy bear, needing something to fuck her. And the teddy bear was happy to oblige. It slowly broke off their kiss, a thin line of saliva connecting their mouths, and pushed itself up. Sharie was panting heavily as she looked down at the teddy bear’s crotch, and her eyes widened when she saw a seam split and a huge cock emerge from the hole in the bear. It was a foot long and two inches thick. She licked her lips hungrily as she begged, “Give it to me! Come on! I need it!” The teddy bear grabbed her legs and placed them on it’s shoulders before thrusting it’s cock along her pussy lips once or twice to lubricate it with her juices, causing her to moan. After making sure that she wouldn’t be hurt at all, the teddy bear grabbed it’s cock and slowly pushed it into Sharie. Sharie gasped and moaned as the teddy bear pushed itself all the way into her and started thrusting in and out of her pussy. Sharie grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she met his hips, thrust for thrust. “Oh god!” she cried, “This feels like heaven! Don’t let it stop! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t let it stop!” But all good things must come to an end, and Mortimer was apparently new to fucking, as it came relatively quickly. But it made up for it by shooting a hell of a lot of cum into Sharie, which sent her over the edge. Her orgasm caused her back to arch and her body to shudder. This was an orgasm that brings the phrase ‘hurts so good’ to mind. Her pussy clamped down on the cock that was still thrusting in and out of her even as it was spewing the last bits of cum into her. This caused an unexpected reaction in the bear as it suddenly started cumming again. Sharie’s eyes flew open as she felt even more cum being pumped into her. She came again, and again, as the bear just kept flooding her channel with it’s love juice over and over again. The couch was completely ruined as the mixture of their cum flowed out of her pussy and soaked into the cushions. After three more climaxes, the bear finally pulled out of her, causing her to groan in disappointment, but the bear wasn’t done cumming yet, and it shot it’s load all over her body, covering her from head to toe. She smiled in satisfaction as she drifted off to sleep.
An hour later, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up. She saw the teddy bear staring her in the face, so she wrapped her arms around it and kissed it. It not only didn’t kiss her back, it didn’t do anything. She looked around. She was still on the couch with the bear, but her clothes were back, and there were no signs that she had had sex right there earlier. But her panties were slightly damp. “God damn it!” she mumbled. “Wet dream…” She looked back at the teddy bear. “Jesus,” she said, “If that’s what my dreams are like, maybe I need to get a boyfriend.” She grabbed up the teddy bear and took it upstairs to her room. There she grabbed her stuffed bunny and dragged the two huge stuffed animals to her mother’s room. She placed them both on the bed, saying, “Play nice, you two.” She looked around the room and was freaked out by the fact that her mother’s doll was missing. But then she remembered that she hid it behind the door, because it creeped her out. She looked back at the two stuffed animals, and noticed that the way she had tossed them onto the bed made it look like they were 69ing each other. She licked her lips and her hand started going down to her pussy, and for a second she could have sworn that she saw their heads moving slightly, but she shook her head and bolted from the room. “I’m seeing things again. I know I am!” she said hurriedly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have those two with me tonight. Maybe I should just sleep there by myself…” But she just couldn’t bring herself to take them back to her room. Something kept stopping her from doing it. So, she decided if the stuffed animals wouldn’t leave the room, she just wouldn’t sleep there.
She made herself a late dinner as she slipped into her pajamas, and laid down on the couch. But she couldn’t sleep. She just wasn’t tired. It was mostly because that dream had made her horny and she needed to do something about it. So, she turned on the TV and checked her digital cable listings for a decent porno movie. She was about to order one that started in about five minutes when another one popped up. It was free, but it didn’t have a description. It just said, Teddy Love. She swallowed audibly as she, against her better judgment, chose the movie and clicked on it. Immediately, there was a picture of Sharie and the teddy bear making love on the very couch that she was sitting on. She watched in fascination as the bear kissed her, licked her and then fucked her. And during the entire fucking, Sharie was gasping, moaning and begging for more. After the movie finally ended, Sharie was staring blankly at the TV. It was her dream from before. The movie was her dream. And it had turned her on so much that she hadn’t even realized that she was rubbing her pussy during the entire movie. She shivered as she slowly pulled her hand away from her pussy and looked at the stairs that led to her mother’s room. She swallowed and knew then, that nothing she could do would be able to stop her from going into that room that night.
She slowly climbed the stairs to
her mother’s room, unconsciously unbuttoning her top as she did so. She reached out a trembling hand to grip the
doorknob, but before she could even grab it, it turned itself and the door
slowly opened. Sharie
shivered with fear, but entered the room anyway. She checked the door and saw that nothing was
out of the ordinary, but then the door started to close itself. Sharie jumped back
and screamed as the door slammed shut and the doll that was behind it lurched
forward. But the doll merely crashed to
the floor. Sharie
felt like her heart had exploded as she clutched her chest. “The doll just fell over when I bumped the
door into it…” she said to herself. “And
the door was already slightly open…yeah.
A breeze from that open window opened it up…Nothing out of the
ordinary.” She looked down at herself,
finally noticing that she had taken off her pajama top and thrown it to the
floor. She sat down heavily on the bed
as she tried to collect her thoughts.
“Why the hell am I doing this?” she asked. “I’m just trying to get a good night’s
sleep. That’s all!” She looked at the clock. It was only
“So, I take it this means that you’re enjoying yourself,” said a soft voice beside her ear. Sharie’s head snapped in the direction of the voice so fast that she almost gave herself whiplash. The doll that had scared her so many times before was now kneeling beside the bed, with her elbows on the mattress and her head in her hands. Sharie’s eyes widened in terror as the doll merely chuckled and licked her lips. “So, being fucked by a pair of stuffed animals turns you on, but a talking doll freaks you out?” the doll asked with a wry smile. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Sharie’s hair. “You know,” she said, “you’re extremely pretty; just like your mother was…and your grandmother…and all of your ancestors before you.”
“Who…?” asked Sharie in-between groans and moans, “What aooooooh…are you?”
A very good question,” said the doll thoughtfully. “However, now probably isn’t the best time to tell you.”
“Why not?!” asked Sharie angrily.
The doll smiled as she leaned in and kissed Sharie, gently and lovingly on the lips, before standing up and saying, “Because those two are ready for you now, and I doubt you’d be able to pay very good attention.” Sharie only had the time to look confused for a second before she was lifted up into a sitting position by the teddy bear. She looked at the animals in front of her and then down at their huge cocks and started breathing heavily in arousal. “Have fun with them,” said the doll cheerfully, “After all, it’s been such a long time.” Sharie barely had time to digest that last statement before the bunny lifted her up and sat her down on it’s cock. She groaned happily as the bunny laid back on the bed and started to fuck her in earnest.
“Oh God, Rodney!” she moaned as she bobbed up and down on the rabbit’s cock. Through barely open eyes, she could see the teddy bear kneeling in front of her, it’s cock right in front of her face. She eagerly reached out and grabbed it, lowering her head down so she could suck on it. She couldn’t believe how horny she was concidering she hadn’t even thought of guys ever since she met up with Claire and her daughters. But, for some reason, these stuffed animals seemed to have released all of her built up sexual tension so easily. It was insane…but she didn’t really care as she sucked and fucked the two. The two cocks moving in and out of her were all that really mattered to her at that moment, but she still opened her eyes and looked at the doll who was intently watching her getting fucked with a look of deep arousal on her face. Soon, the teddy bear came; shooting it’s cum down her throat. She happily swallowed it and the teddy bear removed itself from her mouth. Even as she was being fucked, Sharie glared at the doll, panting, “Take a picture…it’ll last longer…unless you just like to watch…”
“Oh believe me, if I had the energy to, I’d be the one on that bed fucking your brains out,” replied the doll with a cheerful smile before she screwed up her face, like she was cumming. At that exact moment the bunny rabbit plunged deep into Sharie and came inside of her, shooting it’s load deep into her pussy. Sharie screamed in orgasm, so she wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the doll at that point, but she did notice that the doll was panting. “Damn,” she said. “You’re just full of energy aren’t you?”
“What are you talking about?” asked Sharie as the rabbit’s cock flopped out of her. “You’re not even doing anything.”
“And who exactly do you think is controlling those two stuffed animals?” asked the doll heavily. “Who gave you that dream? Who’s the one who managed to get you to see your dream on TV when you were really watching an episode of Spongebob?”
“You’ve been trying to turn me on all night?” asked Sharie. “Why?”
“Because I love you…” replied the doll simply. She walked slowly up to Sharie, unzipping her dress as she did so. She let her dress fall to the floor, unconsciously covering her breasts with her hands. “I’ve loved you since the day you were born. And I will continue to love you long after you are gone.” She smiled a sad sort of smile before leaning over and kissing Sharie gently. Their lips barely touched, but it sent sparks up Sharie’s spine. Sharie shuddered as she reached out and grabbed the doll’s shoulders and kissed her back. The two kissed each other passionately for a minute before they pulled away from each other.
“What are you?” panted Sharie. “How can you say that you love me? You don’t even know me!”
“Silly child,” said the doll, “Of course I know you. I was your mother’s midwife, after all.”
“Midwife?!” cried Sharie. “Why the hell didn’t she just go to the hospital?!”
“Because she wanted me to be there for your birth,” said the doll. “You were as beautiful then as you are now.” She crawled up onto the bed, making Sharie scoot over so she would have room. “And now I think it’s time for us to become truly acquainted.” She slowly pushed Sharie back down onto the bed and crawled on top of her. Sharie didn’t struggle or feel frightened by this beautiful creature anymore. She still had no real clue what was going on, but she could tell that everything that the doll had said was true. And she felt the same way. She didn’t know this creature, but she loved it anyway, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with it. They happily kissed each other, and the doll started stroking Sharie’s pussy, causing her to moan in the doll’s mouth. Sharie smiled as she found the doll’s pussy and responded in kind, causing the doll to shudder in joy.
“Hey,” said Sharie playfully, “You’re sensitive…I wonder what would happen if I did this.” So saying, she tweaked the doll’s clit causing her to scream.
“That’s not fair,” said the doll as she snapped her fingers causing the teddy bear to rear up again. “I shouldn’t have all the fun after all.” Without any warning to Sharie, the doll rolled them both over so Sharie was on top. Sharie looked back just in time to see the teddy bear ram it’s cock into her pussy, making her and the doll moan out loud. “Damn, you’re so tight!” said the doll as the teddy bear fucked Sharie.
“Hey…” said Sharie. “Question. Could you let me control one of them…just this once?”
“No one’s ever asked that before…” panted the doll. “I don’t even know if it’s possible…why?”
“Just trust me,” said Sharie with a sly smile on her face. The doll, curious, closed her eyes and concentrated for a minute. Since all of her concentration was going into giving Sharie a little bit of her power, the teddy bear stopped moving and fell back, making Sharie pout. But, then the doll opened her eyes and nodded silently. The teddy bear, getting it’s controller back, went back to Sharie’s pussy, thrusting in and out like a piston. Sharie pictured the bunny rabbit in her mind and tried to move it with her mind. It wasn’t easy since she was getting fucked, but managed to get it to slowly sit up.
“Incredible,” whispered the doll as she watched the rabbit move towards them. “But what are you going to do with it?”
“This,” said Sharie as she and the rabbit combined their strengths to move the teddy bear onto it’s back. Sharie laid back on it and pulled the doll on top of her. “Now to see how tight you are,” she said as the rabbit grabbed the doll’s hips and thrust into her pussy. Both Sharie and the doll screamed in pleasure as the rabbit pushed it’s cock all the way into the doll’s pussy and started fucking her. The rabbit’s movements were, admittedly, a little jerky, but it was Sharie’s first time trying this, so we can’t be too critical, now can we? “Oh god!” cried Sharie. “This feeling! It’s incredible! I’ve never felt anything like it! You really are tight! Oh god, you’re squeezing it! You’re squeezing my cock!”
“And you’re doing the same to mine!” gasped the doll even as she felt the rabbit’s cock sliding in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. “I knew you were special! But I never thought you would be able to think of something like this! You’re mother always said that you had a good head on your shoulders! It’s true! You are…ah ah ahhhhhhh!” The doll screamed as her pussy clamped down on the rabbit’s cock causing Sharie to clamp down on the teddy bear’s cock. The two stuffed animals rammed their cocks deep inside the two women, cumming inside them both before silently losing their controllers and falling off the bed. The doll collapsed, gasping and panting, onto Sharie, who wrapped her arms around her. The two women held each other as they tried to catch their breath. As soon as they could move again, they started kissing again. But that couldn’t last very long.
They were both so exhausted that they fell asleep in each others arms. That last thing Sharie said before she fell into a deep sleep was, “You’re a great new toy…I should play with you every night…” The doll just smiled, kissed Sharie good night and fell asleep too.
The next morning Sharie woke up and looked around. The doll wasn’t there with her. The stuffed animals were right were they had fallen the night before, and the smell of sex was still in the air, so she knew it wasn’t a dream this time. But where was the doll? She slowly got up, not even bothering to get dressed, and exited the room. She heard voices talking downstairs and recognized them both. The doll was talking to Claire.
“It’s so good to see you up and about again,” said Claire’s voice. “When Sharie’s mother died, I wasn’t sure that Sharie would be able to fill her shoes.”
“Are you kidding?” asked the doll. “Sharie is even stronger than her mother was. I was never able to move around during the day until now. Sharie really is a special girl, and I hope that she stays with me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” asked Sharie as she came down the stairs, not caring that she was completely naked in front of Claire. Claire stood up when she heard Sharie’s voice and blanched when she saw that the girl was naked. Sharie ignored her. “What was that you were talking about?” she asked the doll. “And how do you two know each other? And what the hell are you wearing?”
The doll was in the middle of making breakfast for Sharie. She was wearing a French maid’s outfit. “Dammit!” she said. “I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed. Besides, I’m a doll. I like to play dress-up. Ah well… Claire…would you please?”
“Huh…?” asked Claire. She was still looking at Sharie.
“Claire!” said the doll with a grin on her face.
“What?” asked Claire as she snapped out of it and looked over at the doll who was giggling to herself. “Oh…yes…of course!” She turned slightly red as she walked over to take the doll’s place.
The doll playfully poked Claire with her spatula, saying, “Naughty girl. You’ve got two at your place. Don’t look at her like that.” Claire mumbled an apology causing the doll to laugh heartily. “That’s fine! I know you have no real control over it.” She walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the sofa, gesturing for Sharie to join her. “Okay,” she said, “I think it would be best if I explained exactly what I am and what I want of you before we go any further. I am a muse. We of the noble art forms have lived for the past few centuries only with the power and love of special women such as yourself. Your friend Claire is a priestess. So are Jill and Kim, the two girls who accosted you way back when. Your mother was mine…but she was taken from both of us far too soon. I want you to know that I am extremely sorry about your mother’s death. And I would have done anything to help you if I had been able to. But, you weren’t ready for me yet. And I knew that you wouldn’t have been on your 19th birthday. But your mother insisted that you would be ready, so she accepted Claire’s invitation, not just because she wanted to meet a new priestess, but because she wanted to get you warmed up for me.” She looked down at her hands, and Sharie saw a tear fall onto them. Sharie wrapped her arms around the doll, as she cried softly. “But, she died before she could tell you anything,” sobbed the doll. “I loved her so much, and I can’t get over the fact that she’s gone. And then you tried to sleep in her room, and you felt my presence. But you were scared by it instead of being okay with it. You still weren’t ready for me. I was so afraid that you’d sell the house or put me in storage or something. But, when Claire was helping you out here, she entered your mother’s room one night and saw me crying on the bed. She knew what I was and comforted me. I begged her to help me; to bring you to me. And she helped as best she could. I will be forever grateful to her.” She sighed as she sat up and wiped her eyes. “I hope that answers your questions. If you have any more, just ask.”
“My only question is, ‘why would I leave you’?” said Sharie.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” said the doll, shuddering as she said it. “There are some people with the power to be priestesses that just can’t deal with it all. They leave us and try to go have lives of their own. And you can do that t—” The doll’s sentence was cut off when Sharie kissed her. Running her tongue, lightly, along the doll’s teeth. The doll’s eyes closed as she opened her mouth and allowed Sharie’s tongue to enter her. Their tongues meshed and wrapped around each other happily for a minute before Sharie pulled away.
“What I meant was, ‘Why would I ever be stupid enough to leave someone like you’?” said Sharie as she smiled at the doll. “You’re a beautiful creature that truly loves me. I’d have to be an idiot to leave that. Don’t you think so?” The doll smiled happily and started crying again, this time with joy. “Oh stop it,” said Sharie as she started tearing up too. “Now you’re making me cry.”
“I can’t help it,” said the doll. “I’m just so happy that you want to stay.”
“Of course I want to stay,” said Sharie. She looked down at herself and, for the first time since she came downstairs, noticed that she was still naked. “Oh crap!” she said, “I’m sorry Claire! I’ll get dressed now.”
“Don’t hurry about that on my account,” replied Claire as she set the table for three. “I hope you don’t mind if I have breakfast with you two this morning.”
“We’d be glad to have you here,” said the doll as she smiled at Sharie. “Right?”
“Of course!” said Sharie as she got up, walked over to Claire and kissed her. “You can come over here whenever you want.” The doll giggled as Sharie went into the kitchen, leaving Claire reeling.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser,” she breathed before shaking her head and getting back to setting the table.
Two weeks later, Sharie and the doll were walking through town, hand in hand. Since the doll had never had the energy reserves to move around during the daytime, she was insistent on going out during the weekends, hiding her joints from the public view with jeans and long-sleeved shirts. “You know,” said the doll as they stared at a dress shop display case. “You really should look into renting out that empty room of yours. We could use the extra income and the company would do you some good.”
“I have enough company and it’s not like we’re really in much need for money or anything,” replied Sharie as she quickly swerved to avoid being run down by a cadre of giggling high school girls.
“But you really do have to—” started the doll when they were interrupted by a young lady that bumped into them.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” said the startled young girl. She was about the same age as Sharie. She had long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t see anything without my glasses,” said the girl quickly. “Have you seen them?”
“Would they look anything like this?” asked the doll as she held up a pair of horn-rimmed glasses with coke-bottle lenses.
“Oh thank you!” said the girl happily as she took them and put them on. “Those girls took them from me, how did you get them back?”
“I have very nimble fingers,” replied the doll, giving Sharie a small leer.
Sharie rolled her eyes before looking at the girl again. She was still pretty, but the glasses did nothing for her. They hid her eyes and made her look like a dork. But Sharie felt a familiar stirring in her loins that told her that this girl was a priestess. Obviously, she wasn’t awakened yet, but she was one nonetheless. “I really don’t know how to thank you enough,” said the girl again.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Sharie calmly as she looked sidelong as the doll who nodded slightly. “Are you okay though? You hit us pretty hard, and my friend here is a little bony.”
“That’s not nice!” snapped the doll in mock anger.
“Sorry, sorry,” said Sharie. “Anyway, my name is Sharie and this is my friend…uh…” Sharie stumbled as she realized that she didn’t know the doll’s name, or even if she had one.
“My name is Dolly,” said the doll. Sharie winced but didn’t say anything.
“Oh, hi,” said the girl nervously. She was staring at the fact that Sharie and the doll were holding hands. It obviously made her nervous, but Sharie couldn’t tell how. “I’m Amanda…I’m going to college here next year, so I was looking for a place to stay. Uh…do you know of anywhere with a room for rent?”
The doll and Sharie stared blankly at the girl and then each other before grinning. “As a matter of fact…” said Sharie. “We know just the place.”
To Be Continued…
(Okay, so I made it through another story…and hopefully you people aren’t getting tired of my writing style or anything. I got the idea for this story from a picture I saw on a Japanese monster-sex forum that has since become forbidden for me to enter. I fear that the threats about banning Americans from the site came to pass. Anyway, the picture was from a manga, and I’ve been trying to find it since then. Anyone have a clue? The page had a young girl with pigtails sitting on a bed with two giant stuffed animals. But the stuffed animals had dicks and then the bottom panel had the girl with a freaked out look on her face. It looked interesting, so I started to think about it. A picture is worth a thousand words, or in this case about 12 ½ pages… Till next time all…)