Unexpected Arrivals
(Touhou, Alice Margatroid (Supporting – Marisa Kirisame), Isekai, Shanghai Doll MtF (Post-TF), Memory & Identity Loss (Gradual), Semi-Wholesome (Ambiguous Undertones/Inherent Perversion), Soft(?) Femdom, Mental Play, Role Acceptance, Coercion(?), Cuddling)
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You’re not sure how long it’s been like this, but your eyes adjust to the dim morning light as the calls from the birds outside greet the start of your day once again. Mentally rising from your stupor, you dimly recall how just a few short weeks ago (or months at this point maybe…) you had finally gotten your affairs in order for that big trip to Japan you had always wanted. You had the funds, enough basic fluency in the language and just the right places to visit in-mind. It should’ve all been so perfect...
Beams of light streak across your face from the window on the far-end of the room, your specially-prepared resting spot for each evening set a decent-ways above the floor. You can see some shelves with their usual eclectic assortments and plenty of hanging picture-frames just outside your curtains slowly coming into view. You remember checking into your hotel after your flight, eating out before resting, making your way towards the southwestern prefectures for some shrine pilgrimages and then…what? You do remember a simplistic-looking Torii gate near the small town where you arrived, a long walk down some idyllic rural pathways, some abandoned shrine…weren’t you with somebody? Not that you came with anybody, this was someone you had met on that path deep in the forest, wasn’t it…? A girl…with a funny-looking book, that’s right. She seemed a little out of place but you two had gotten to talking fairly quickly before continuing your stroll and then…
You feel your heartrate quicken as soon as you hear her door open a small distance down the hall behind you, a sleepy yawn echoing through the house as she begins walking down the spiral steps.
"Alright, rise and shine everyone! Things may look clean but we still have a day of work ahead of us."
It doesn’t take long before you see her strings pulled taught from various angles throughout the house, carefully woven & hinged from the banisters or impossibly balanced elsewhere as they shine through the god-rays. Of course, Alice! You had wound up in Gensokyo and she’d led you right back to her house! Or, wait, had she taken you here? You can’t seem to remember where you had set your things, but your attention is quickly overtaken by the small commotion building up inside. Many of Alice’s dolls had already risen themselves for the tasks ahead and begun to shuffle throughout the space, lighting candles and mulling about in the pantries to get the morning tea started. A few gathered by the hallway with some reminders & stray papers at the ready for her, the curtains in your resting space just barely blocking her visage as she finally steps into the room. She already has her usual cornflower-dress on but you can’t see her face from where you’re sitting. Why aren’t you up & helping her start the day? You could at the very least say something, right…?
You strain your body slightly before just barely mustering enough of your own strength to end up toppling yourself over. Your arms flop over your body with a meek clatter as your frame falls on its side into the small cushions below. You can’t even verbalize anything beyond a weak, feminine cry as you impudently try moving your limbs more, but at least you can fully see her now from where you’re lying. Her face shines through the sunlit particles of dust as her piercing-blue eyes idly graze over pre-prepared notes, but then her eye catches yours as she notices what’s happened.
"Oh dear, trying to get a head-start on the day already are we~?"
It only takes a few steps for her to walk over to where you are, her face & bust quickly taking up most of that view as well. The modest shelf she’s created for you has been generously placed near her own eye-level for ease of access & communication. The playful grin she’s giving you also doesn’t help your internal state. Her locks are still especially curly with how recently she’s woken up, gently framing her face in a way that’s almost angelic…wait, is it just you or is she letting your gaze linger while you have these thoughts?
Hold on, even more importantly, why are you apparently so small and useless right now??
"Now now, you’d think a clever little doll like yourself would be used to the basics by this point!"
A doll...? Is that what you are? But you were just an ordinary human man before! You’re pretty sure you were a man at least, maybe. You had a life in…uh…well, somewhere else! You knew some decent people, didn’t you? You’ve at least been into the Touhou Project for quite some time, that you know with certainty, but look where that’s apparently gotten you! You have enough of your own will to at least crane your neck up a bit, your straining visage & pleading eyes making her own expression let up slightly.
"You precious thing, you’ve come such a long way already but you’re nowhere near that point of autonomy yet…"
Her tone lingers a bit as she says that, but before you can dwell on things you notice a slight twitch in her movements as a familiar twinge returns to your hands, neck and ankles. You rise to finally greet her properly as she fully brushes aside the curtains, allowing you to step out onto the precipice. Your own strings catch the morning light. The comforting aura of her Will washes over your inner-core as you equip your razor & give your morning courtesy, but you still can’t hold back a slight blush from your polished face as you look back up at her. She simply stares you down as a whole with a palpable amount of inner-satisfaction over your progress.
"Let’s get started with our Training for today then, shall we?"
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Some time passes. After Alice is settled with her morning tea, she leads you & a good portion of the other dolls out front for some basic combat exercises. The main group, yourself included, splits off into pairs to practice wielding various small razors & swords in one-on-one combat. The grass was still fairly dewy, so a few of the other dolls kept slipping onto the lawn with some of the more intense maneuvers. Alice oversees most of this from a chair she’s placed near the front door, snickering every now & again at some of the more light-hearted antics while occasionally directing what she must through her stringed-fingers. You passively gaze at the hustle & bustle of the other dolls outside with each parry. Some have stayed near Alice & the house to take care of what few horticulture-related tasks there are. It seems pretty peaceful compared to the pace of your own typical routine. Your eyes lock with hers for a brief second before she gives you a smile that could pierce through any defense of yours without hesitation, silently lifting a finger to quickly turn your attention back towards battle-practice. You’ll often forget how you’ve been made just a bit bigger than most of the other Shanghai dolls, with the majority barely coming up to your shoulders. It always makes you stick out that much more any time you find yourself lost in thoughts. You notice a few others have been sectioned off to the side with bundles of straw, twine and nails for rudimentary doll assembly. What could Alice be using all those for…? A small firecracker-like bang catches your attention and almost causes you to take a blow, a few dolls rushing over to the other end of the lawn to recover the blown-apart pieces of one that was trying to practice its explosion magic just a moment ago. Alice smacks her lips in mild dissatisfaction over the small wreckage, setting down her tea and raising herself to help clean things up. There’s a small lull in the chittering of the other dolls as she stands, before you all largely get back to the tasks at-hand once she’s refocused herself. Your sparring partner has moved on to tossing small bits of wood & lumber your way for mid-air precision slicing. You instinctually cleave each chunk lobbed at you straight through the center with ease every time, something about the familiar fluidity of the motion striking some fuzzy nerves within your memories again. Why can’t you remember what happened to your things…?
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It’s a few hours past noon now, Alice having brought most of you back inside not too long ago after daily training had finally wrapped up. For some reason, Alice had you stand by the front entryway with her once she had corralled everyone back together. You figured it was just your turn to hold open the door today, Alice coolly staring down at your timid positioning whilst everyone else shuffled indoors. The last doll required stumbled inside before Alice briskly followed suit. "Good girl, great work so far today~”, she cooed down at you as she walked further inside and you’re directed to finally shut the door. You stood there obediently in your bewildered-stupor from the comment while watching her grab two volumes of some series from a nearby bookshelf, Alice then temporarily retreating back to her room.
Some time after and you’re now sitting opposite from her in the main living space, the nearby wall-clock quietly ticking away as you also listen to the shuffling of papers & stitching of fabric emanate from her busywork. She’ll occasionally mutter to herself in contemplation, reciting a small incantation or vocalizing certain logistics as she works through things (sometimes using French vocabulary you're unable to fully parse with the same confidence & buttery-smooth fluency). She’s currently pinning together some kind of new, frilly doll outfit on a mannequin around the same size as your own body. You guess it’s pretty cute, but you can feel yourself getting too internally distracted again to dwell on any possible hand-tailored clothes of yours currently being made. A few Hourai dolls carefully walk over to her couch carrying a small platter of sweets & biscuits, there aren’t many but you know she doesn’t need to eat much anyways. She thanks them before setting the snacks on the table and leaning back from her work for a moment. She has a few pins in her mouth she sticks into her lapel before taking some meager nibbles, sighing as she lets the gentle clatter of others busywork throughout the house fill the space. Dolls all over are dusting, washing, sorting, or crafting, but you simply remain where you are with your chair in front of the window.
Watching her.
Her own gaze stretches well-beyond the glass above your head & past the treetops outside, Alice clearly beginning to get lost in her own internal thoughts beyond her immediate physical work. She swallows what she’s chewing, letting out another deeper sigh before leaning her head back into the couch, biting her lower lip. You try to picture what could possibly be going through her head, but you quickly find yourself heating up all over & getting a bit fidgety. You look away for a moment, attempting to steer your focus towards Anything Else going on in the house to steady yourself somehow, before failing and turning your head back towards Alice. This time however, you can clearly see she’s now refocused any previous immediate attentions of hers squarely on You. There’s a mildly-sinister undertone to her emotions you can read within the storm behind her half-lidded eyes, accentuated by her slick & gradually-broadening carefree smile, but it only makes your little wooden frame begin to tremble in-place that much more. She cocks her head to the side a bit, biting a nail, her right hand conspicuously resting on her upper-thigh. You impulsively shuffle your pelvic joint ever-so-slightly against the springy seat beneath you as you notice her delicate fingers begin to claw into the fabric of her dress, her unwavering stare cutting into you deeply through the menial ambiance.
“We’ve all been working hard today, haven’t we sweetheart?”
You don’t even need to express anything to understand how rhetorical the question is. Your “breathing” hitches as she carefully rises from the couch and dusts herself off. She takes a few steps towards the window, reaching for something on a high-up shelf above the frame itself. Her figure towers over yours in the light, supple curves bouncing slightly against the tight, shining, finely-woven velvet fabric with each errant movement. You try not to notice how it almost seems as if she isn’t wearing a bra when she quietly pulls down a small, ornate box adorned with jewels & painted foliage. She begins opening its silken, indigo interior with a deep grin, taking a moment to scan her immediate outside-surroundings from the window before delicately pulling out what first looks to be a small cloth from a disparate pile of different fabrics within the box. It then unfurls after she places the box down nearby and you notice it’s actually a handkerchief. It looks slightly worn, certainly “well-loved” in a sense, adorned with a golden moniker in two small Kanji characters you Know don’t belong to her. Alice’s pupils dilate immensely as she cradles the delicate & thin fabric in both hands with blossoming excitement, firmly cupping it to her ample chest while turning her head to the ceiling & openly letting out what could easily be taken as a moan if there was currently anyone else inside besides the other dolls. Her knees tremble slightly as she takes a deep breath through the nose and looks back down at your meager spot on the chair below. Her shadow looms over your tiny visage before she bends down & gets her face close, continuing to press the stolen handkerchief into her chest with her left hand and gently cupping the back of your head with her right. You’re both breathing deeply now, those icy-blue eyes of hers taking in as much of your anxious visage as she can manage. You can feel her heartrate not only through the palm of her hand but through the strings she has attached to you as well. She’s pouring her own raw desires over your Will to the point of feedback-looping both of your respective mental states even deeper into this pool of unabashed & otherwise heavily-repressed lust, Almost unintentionally. She gently caresses your hair with her thumb as her outward composure continues to butt-heads with her inward emotions, the shaky tone in her voice having now noticeably shifted to sound fairly sultrier & more mature.
“I think we should all be able to take a small break from things when we need to, don’t you~?”
Your faces are practically touching as her hot, damp, electrifying breath spills over your whole body. You notice her beginning to tug at a few of the buttons on her blouse, but something briefly flashing by outside past the trees quickly pulls her completely out of her sexual-stupor. She instantly shoots up, goes rigid and clambers over to the window to confirm her worst suspicions. Looking through the curtains outside, Alice of course sees none other than Marisa has just arrived to return a few “borrowed” items of her own. She snaps back towards the wall-clock, scolding herself for letting the time slip through her ringed-fingers so carelessly and quickly shoving the small, wispy cloth back into its not-so-secret box. She has it back on the shelf & herself down on the couch with a huff as soon as you hear Marisa’s boots crunching their way across the gravel pathway to knock on the door.
“Yo, Alice, it’s me! I have those books ya wanted back…and some other things ya didn’t know y'did, heh. I came over at the right time, didn’t I?" "...Hellooo~?”
Marisa proudly knocks on the door once again, Alice trying to collect herself through her thousand-yard stare currently burning a hole straight through the coffee table. She trembles slightly through thinly-drawn breath, pupils vibrating as a stray drop of sweat runs down her face & off her nose. A few of the dolls have stopped their chores in uneasy anticipation of whatever she may do next. She closes her eyes & clears her throat before rising passively, shedding away her neuroticisms once again so she can go open the door for a dear friend.
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“Afternoon Marisa! Maybe I should have given you more credit in the end but you are indeed fairly on-time compared to your usual, well, ‘Standards’.” She lets Marisa inside as she speaks, the witch taking no offense at the passive dig and idly shaking off the forest debris still clinging to her broad hat, to-be-returned items tied to her broom currently nonchalantly saddled over her shoulder. She nearly destructively knocks down a few of Alice's more ornate stray knick-knacks as she gayly swings the parcel about behind her whilst they speak.
“It’s a good thing ya told me t'head over when y'did last night! I woke up so late today that I definitely woulda forgot if ya didn’t force me t'write a reminder, heheh.”
Alice doesn’t seem too amused by Marisa’s shameless inattentiveness, but you notice a certain lingering longing in her eyes as she watches Marisa turn around & bend over at the hips to untie the bundle of objects proper. Marisa seemingly displays no hesitance at putting herself in such a compromising position so close to a Friend like Alice, the witch sporting a snide grin with her back turned and Alice herself shooting you a quick cocky glance from where she’s standing while cupping her face with one hand. Her eyes then nervously dart to her special box before landing back on Marisa as the girl happily turns around with what’s been returned.
“So, uh-I have a few spell-books here, this one I actually had holding up one of my tables for months…uhhh that’s garbage, sorry, Hold on. This one might actually be Patchouli’s? You don’t have t'tell her though, haha. This tea plate too actually. What else, what else…” She begins jostling the now-loose items a bit in an attempt to reposition herself.
“Marisa,”
“No no wait I got it-“
“I really think you should-“
“But what if I just, uh-“
Marisa stumbles her footing while balancing the untied, disorganized pile off to the side with one hand.
“Oh No…”
“Aw jeez, look out below!”
A few nearby dolls scatter or are pulled away as the assortment of stolen goods crashes to the floor below. Anything fragile enough to shatter thankfully lands on carpet, but two dolls had to jump out of the way of the oncoming debris "themselves" and another still ended up getting pinned under an opened book. You flinch slightly as you watch it begin to cry out, struggling beneath the pages.
“Kirisame!”
“I-I guess I’ll try ‘n think ahead a little next time, eh…?"
Marisa’s cheeky attitude falters a bit under the cold stare Alice gives as a response. The both of them quickly hunch themselves over and begin sorting out the mess. You quietly watch as Marisa gradually hands Alice her various assortments and a small line of dolls begin to relay the objects back to their appropriate spots. Once they’ve finished, Marisa takes a moment to remove her hat & breathe in relief as she squats on the floor, before the witch raises her head and finally notices you sitting by your lonesome in the living space. Her eyes instantly light up with an adoration that makes you feel emotionally-tense in a way that’s hard to pin-down; to think that (hopefully) not long ago she was just another character on a screen to select for you. Now she’s right in front of your chair, staring you down with an eager glee typically reserved for especially-adorable pets in your experience. She isn’t Quite as tall as Alice, but proportionally she is still fairly imposing compared to your small stature. You feel that slight blush returning to your cheeks as Alice begins calmly walking over as well, eventually joining Marisa and essentially surrounding you.
“So this is that ‘Special Doll’ a'yours ya keep talkin’ about, right? It’s good seein' it outside that little velvet-cubby ya made for it.”
“Well I haven’t received any complaints so far”, Alice chuckling to herself as she says this.
“It really is such a lil’ cutie, aren’t you Sweetie~?” Marisa playfully tilts her head, extending a hand to lift your own head up slightly by the chin with a stray knuckle. You’re directly & unquestionably staring at the both of them now, Marisa wide-eyed & curious with Alice only giving you a simple sensual smirk as semi-cruel compensation. It does little to quell your tittering nerves, especially when you can still feel how quickly her heart is beginning to race again through your strings. You’re sure Marisa can feel your tiny mouth start to quiver from the pressure, her messy strands of barely-kept dandelion-hair framing a soft, sun-kissed, tomboyish face with golden puppy-dog eyes that make you simultaneously melt & begin to freeze up on the inside. Her adoration only seems to deepen as she naturally starts picking up the pieces of your emotional state, Alice beginning to blush herself as she resists biting her lip too harshly again.
“Awwww, it looks a little scared again! You said this doll can sorta think & feel fully on its own right, like a Person?”
“Yes, not far from the truth at all. It’s part of what makes her so special compared to the rest~”
“So then, where’djya get this thing from again exactly…?” Marisa starts slowly stroking your jawline & the side of your smooth face as they continue, her smile burning you up inside as she gives Alice a coy look of suspicion over her shoulder.
“W-Well, funny story that…” Alice conspicuously stares off to the side as she lets the rest of her statement Linger.
“Ohh c’mere you lil’ dumpling, who’s a good doll for Alice, huh? Is it you~? Are You her little extra-hard worker, doin’ everything she tells ya n’ gettin’ Stronger by the day? I think you are~!” If you still had biological lungs, you’re certain you’d be pouring out hot steam with every laborious breath by this point. Alice’s own gaze has only continued to widen as Marisa quickly scoops you out of the chair to start tenderly cradling you in her arms. The side of your face is pressed into her left breast as she gives you gentle scritches all over your head, ruffling your clothes a bit as well while she joyfully rocks you back & forth and smothers you with earnest, sopping praise. Alice’s blushing is much deeper than it was a moment ago.
“Hey, don’t spoil her now! That’s my job…”
“Hahahaha, is that what This little number over here is for?” She gestures back to the half-assembled outfit on the nearby table. You can now see it actually more-closely resembles some kind of loose-fitting, puffy nightgown striated with small, embroidered dots throughout its silken fabric. It's subtly glistens in the soft light with the colors of the rainbow when you look at it from certain angles. You’ve only ever really worn the few casual daytime outfits Alice has sewn for you so far, a small handful sure, but this seems to be the first non-work-related clothing item she’s assembled for you. Could she be planning something for tonight? But what…?
“Y-Yes, frankly, I suppose it is…she’s earned it by now.” Her voice carries a certain delicate stillness as she says this.
“Look at you~! How Lucky you must feel to be in such caring hands, eh?” She holds you out at arm’s length facing herself as she's telling you this. Marisa stares back with an unfaltering amount of genuine support for you, as much as one magician can give to another’s Favorite Doll that is. That word swirls around in your head for a moment, “Care”. Alice “cares” about You, doesn't she...?
How many people can you even remember truly "caring" about you with the same amount of shameless eagerness on-display as her anyways? You came to this country on your own for a reason and here you are now in the otherwise-isolated home of a beautiful, lonely Youkai woman who thought you were far too precious to simply let slip back out & away through her fingers. Even if she did meticulously lure you right into a "desperate trap" others might distain & warn against, this life you’ve been living with her hasn’t been that bad now, has it?
You feel your tensions begin to ease as a solemn warmness fueled by deep longing fills your core. Looking over at Alice, the look she’s returning is still somewhat-predatory sure, but you can see legitimate, genuine desire for protection, cultivation and deep emotional fulfillment brewing somewhere within her as well. It's a deep wellspring of emotional potential, dazzling but certainly riddled with dangers. Its ire draws you closer all the same, maybe she really will let you in to whatever truths she guards so ferociously. You can’t tell if the strings move your body, or if your own will lets you act on impulse from such weighty emotional considerations, but you suddenly find your burning face beginning to tear up as you shakily hold out your clattering arms back towards Marisa with a whine. You want to hold her, you want to be held by her, so badly...
Her eyes widen & begin glistening slightly as she catches her breath from your simple gesture.
“Ohhhhhhhh aren’tchya just the Absolute Sweetest Thing~? There there, c’mere, Auntie Marisa's here...”
She holds you close as you’re firmly buried face-first into the musty, rough and frazzled fabric of her top with a paff. It smells a bit dank, but it's comforting in a Homey way. Her modest breasts are still proportionally-large enough to perfectly cup your face between them through her fairly-dense buttoned overcoat. You press back with as much force as you can muster, Alice only sighing & smirking as she savors the scene unfolding before her without too much interference. She subtly rubs her thighs together for a moment as her eyes drift back to the box of fabrics.
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More time passes, it’s late into the evening now and you’ve been asked to patiently wait outside Alice’s bedroom as she prepares herself for rest. Marisa had left after an hour or so of mostly-idle but playful banter, occasionally peppered with bits of praise thrown your way as the girls took turns passing you around to hold, caress & have sit in their cushiony laps. After she’d left, Alice had recollected herself to focus on finishing your new nightgown by sunset with renewed determination. She took very brief breaks between her labors until things were “Just Right”, quickly having you change into the piece right there in the living room and wasting no time at all with commenting on how “Eloquent” it made you look. You hardly knew what to do with yourself, the soft fabrics comforting you near-instantly & easily easing away the rest of your fading, troubled memories. It makes you feel warm & soft inside like a freshly-baked pastry. The Perfect snuggle buddy. "Maybe things really wouldn’t be so bad from here on out", you remember thinking to yourself as she took you by the wooden hand and carefully led you upstairs to the closed door you now stand beside.
You haven’t heard much from within aside from some rustling fabrics & shifting dresser-drawers. You could have sworn you heard some kind of...fleshy, slapping noise at some point, just barely audible enough to make out through the door, but you’re really not sure what part of her body it could have come from exactly or how (let alone Why). You hear the sheets on the bed shift, followed by the frame itself squeaking under her weight.
Then things go eerily quiet.
You tentatively look towards the door, daring not to move from your spot & disobey direct orders but still curious in your trepidations nonetheless.
It then cracks itself open before you hear her finally beckon you further within.
Gradually pushing aside the door & walking deeper inside, you see the room completely bathed in the soft flickering of candlelight as you instantly notice her sitting off the side of the bed. Legs crossed, innocently. Waiting for you. She’s cleared away a small space on the sheets to her left, gently patting the spot she’s set for you as a humble invitation. The wind outside is still, the forest dark but teeming with potentially-dangerous activity under an overcast sky. The only sounds in Alice's bedroom right now are the muffled chirps of the insects, the crackling of the wicks, the rustling of your clothes and the incremental patter of your tiny feet across the wooden floor. You take one small, careful step after the next as she watches you closely, unmoving, allowing your own will to be the more influential driving force behind your actions in this moment. As you approach, you finally also notice her nightgown is a near-perfect parallel to yours. The base colors & highlights are complimentary but with the same style of frills & finely-dotted embroidery. You don’t think she’s ever set you to rest anywhere besides your typical shelf downstairs before now, let alone put so much effort behind your nightly routine. Nervous-excitement mixes with the obvious higher pressures of the situation to create a palpable internal-cocktail that mercilessly leaves you weak in the knees and would no-doubt make you sweat rather profusely had you still had the glands for it. She lifts you up when you’re close enough and sets you down next to her, the squished fat from her thigh providing ample cushioning for your tiny body. She holds you close by the hips and slowly pets your side over & over again as she speaks. Carefully, softly, directly.
“I hope you’ve been able to enjoy your own stay here as much as I have. I’ve put a lot of work into many of my beloved dolls over the years, but you’ve been exceeding every reasonable expectation of mine time & time again now. I don’t think any of the other dolls are as emotionally intelligent as you are~”
Looking up at her, the soft glow of the various wax-bound flames throughout the room bathes her features in a comforting radiance that finally sheds away the last lingering wisps of doubt you had towards your time here with her. The relief is immense. Even if you never end up leaving the Great Hakurei Barrier again, what could you be missing out on at this point that Alice wouldn’t do everything she could to provide in a heartbeat?
You aren’t like the other dolls, she just told you herself! You’re her Special Doll, the only one strong enough to be able to still Act in the ways you can around her.
Because of her...
You’re her good girl, her good girl, Good Girl…
“Good Girl, you’re MY Good Girl, my special SPECIAL Little Doll so precious & unique and you’re all MINE…”
You’re not sure exactly when she blew out all the candles at once, when she pulled you even closer into her plush body as she threw herself back into the mattress or when her words started perfectly superseding your own internal monologue during the buildup. Maybe you don’t really care at this point anyways, her well-ingrained emotional inhibitions & masking habits completely eroding away in the comfort of the darkness as she starts perversely giggling to herself and her breathing starts seriously picking up in pace. It takes time for your eyes to fully adjust to the unlit space but you sure can feel what's going on. She’s pinning you tightly to her torso face-up with one arm as the other starts eagerly massaging her tender, heaving bosom, occasionally moaning in French or calling you a good little girl or practically yelling out Marisa’s name (among a surprisingly-decent number of others) in various hastily-constructed scenarios. You can feel how hard she’s starting to rub her slickened thighs together, that rapidly-growing dampness & pooling sweat also somehow filling your nonexistent nostrils. It sets your mind on fire and makes Every Single One of your joints ache with yearning. She moans deeply again, arching her back high as you see her free-hand dart for something bathed in inky-darkness on a nearby dresser off to the side. You look over her arm to the best of your current restrained capabilities and notice she’s brought her special box into the room at some point as well. It must have been her, there aren't any other dolls with you here after all. It’s open & resting on top of her precious Grimoire, the well-timed revealing full moon finally illuminating a fresh pair of lacy panties Alice has daintily plucked from within as the darkened clouds outside begin to fully part. The moonlight filling the space viscerally-invigorates the both of you to your partially-shared Cores, Alice's underlying Youkai instincts rapidly overwriting otherwise atypical "Human" mannerisms she still somewhat upholds. She quickly brings it back to her face, taking a Deep inhale of the long-sequestered garment and nearly screaming with ecstasy while vibrating in-place. You can barely imagine who they could've once belonged to & how she got her hands on them for the briefest of moments before Alice suddenly flips you over and buries you face-first into her chest all-together. An elbow keeps you firmly pinned against an erect, puffy nipple as she continues to hold the stolen panties to her face and begins to furiously rub herself. The squelching of her sopping mound and the creaking bedframe/floorboards fills the space & your head as you submit yourself to your shared Desires. You’re not sure how long she keeps you there until she’s satisfied, kissing your forehead deeply afterwards as she continues holding you close. The both of you roll over in her shaky post-climax heat, unsteady breathing as she firmly & lovingly caresses your whole body, whispering sweet or seductive promises & statements to you she would never share with another living soul deep into the eve until the both of you lose consciousness.
In the end, you think you’ll be okay being the ideal poster-doll for this terribly-repressed young Youkai magician. She’s given you more than you ever could have dreamed of, after all.
The stars gracefully twinkle through the highest window in her bedroom in their eternal, unwavering stillness. "Another eventful day surely lies ahead…"