Elfie's Drabble Lab - 19 (Patreon)

Amelia Blight frowns down at the girl sitting on the end of her bed, processing the request she just made. Amity is sitting there, kicking her feet against the wooden bedframe while looking up at her with those adorable golden eyes.

“You want me to…” Amelia starts, hesitating for an instant, “... turn you into a life-sized doll?”

“Like what happened to me with the Collector!” Amity chirps and the perky 16-year-old smiles up at her. “I think it’s kind of hot.” She adds.

“Well, I think it’s kind of weird.” Amelia counters with. She kneels next to her and takes that smaller, more delicate hand in her own rougher one. “What if you want to stop? You won’t be able to speak.”

“I won’t want to stop Ames,” Amity says, running her thumb across the back of Amelia’s hand. “Not if it’s with you.” Amelia’s usually stone-cold heart flutters at that, and she looks away while her cheeks burn.

“Kiss-ass.”

“If that’s what you wanna do with me~” Amity coos.

“OH! You know what I meant.” Amy snaps back, but she smiles when she meets Amity’s eyes. “Okay, I’m in.” Amity shouts excitedly in that way she can’t help but love. Her perfect, sweet, and loving girlfriend took a long time to come out of her shell. They all have a plucky young human to thank for that. She absently wonders what Luz and Lucia are up to tonight.

Amy shrugs and casts a large and rather complicated spell. She focuses on what she wants to change, and… what she wants to stay the same. With a glance at Amity, who nods in return, Amy lets the magic loose. The energy flows through her arms and out her fingertips, then in a poof of pink smoke, Amity has changed.

She falls slack against the bed with a loud CLACK. She’s still without a doubt Amity, but she’s different. Her pose is stiff, and her elbows have literal joints now. Her eyes are wide and vacant, staring up at the ceiling with no thought behind them. Amity’s nail polish seems to have changed color too, though Amy didn’t specify that, it’s instead of her standard black.

“You good Mittens?” Amy asks as she examines Amity's limp body, “Oh, right… guess you can’t answer. She checks under Amity’s now sheer and lacy nightgown and sees her pussy still there. Better still, it’s somehow glistening with slick. Amity’s in there still, and she’s very…

Very…

Turned on.

“Awwwe, is somebody all wet?” Amy asks, a fiery haze settling in over her mind as she lifts Amity further onto the bed. She’s always been light, but now she’s effortless to carry; the thought has Amy growling happily to herself. “Just remember you little slut, you asked for this.” Amity doesn’t answer, she literally can’t, but Amy likes to imagine that she’s mewling needily in that strange mind-space you end up in when you’re turned into a doll.

Amy messes around, tilting Amity's head side to side, lifting her arms by the wrist to pose her. Amity’s body is wooden but soft and smooth. Amy was worried about this idea her girlfriend had, worried it would be too weird, or that she’d go too far or something. Like that time she took an ultra-strength stamina potion and fucked Lucia non-stop for 6 hours. But Amity’s only getting wetter at everything she does, everything she says. And… she kind of loves this. She has complete control, and Amity willingly gave it to her. Her pants tighten, and she traces her fingers up Amity’s thigh and leans in close to Amity's ear.

“You wanted to be my perfect little girl-toy, my fuckdoll… now you’re mine.” She says in a husky voice, finally reaching Amity’s still soft and wet and usable pussy. She harshly rubs Amity’s soaked lips, just the way her little babyslut likes it. “I’m gonna fuck you Ams,” Amy growls, “however I want, for as long as I want.”

Amy pulls her girlcock out with little fanfare, she’s panting into Amity’s neck as she does so. Her mind is zeroed in on the feeling in her tip as she rubs it around. She slaps her clitty against the top of Amity’s pussy, knowing that Amity is just squirming in her mindscape. She lines herself up properly and shoves herself in. Amity’s so tight. So perfect. Amelia grunts as she picks up an aggressive pace, the usual sound of skin hitting skin isn’t there, replaced by an odd thunking noise.

“You’re s-such a perfect toy,” Amy says, thrusting deeper, “I wonder if I can get you pregnant like this?” She muses, a devilish smile playing across her lips, “Wanna try? I mean, not that you have a choice.” Amity’s body jolts with every aggressive lunge, and her pussy clenches in time with them. Otherwise, she’s completely still, powerless under Amelia, her first girlfriend.

Amy is fucking her hard, as hard as she wants to, but always holds back just in case. Just in case she hurts her darling mittens, in case she scares her. But now? She can’t, she just can’t hold back.

“Mittens~” She moans.

She loves this. The power. How Amity willingly gave it to her without question. Amy cries out at the ceiling as she shoves herself allllll the way inside her, and she blows her first hot load of spunk into that perfect little pussy.

“Fuuuuuckkkk that’s a good toy.” She coos after she catches her breath. “Are you having fun Mittens?” She asks, caressing Amity's wooden cheek with a sneer, “Doesn’t matter either way, because I’m gonna use you until the sun comes up.” Amity doesn’t react, but Amy thinks she sees those star-shaped pupils dilate ever so slightly at her words. Amy grins like a madwoman, tonight's gonna be a whole lot of fun.