My Little Dolly (Sakura/Milala)

A small hymn left the dolls mouth as she sat outside for a change of pace. The night sky above had been so peaceful and majestic to the little blonde that she couldn't resist by to enjoy some time alone to enjoy it. Her mermaids were on a little concert fest as well, so most of them weren't available to her for any assistance, so taking jobs wasn't something she sought to try and do without them. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was useless without her summons. A porcelain doll with the weight of an ameteur's weight equipment. Granted, the whole ordeal had its ups as much as it did it's downs, she had things to look forward to that she knew she couldn't have if she wasn't in the position she was in now. Not to mention the doors opened for her as well, it made her experience a lot more than a normal teenage shut in would ever have gotten to do in her lifetime.

Adjusting the hat on top of her head, Sakura took a sip of her tea and set it down. Despite the lack of feeling that the doll had for pain, pleasure, hot, cold, and so on, she was still marveled at the ability to taste, and for that she seemed to be able to live with this form forever if she was able to... given that if was the only option for her. What seemed to make the night much more enjoyable was the lack of people around. The quiet atmosphere was joyous. Nobody to look at her and wonder what she was, why she was what she was, the whispers. It was probably the only thing that she didn't like about her form, however there were odder beings in Black Rose, so it wasn't much of a problem to brush them off anymore. So for now, she would relax in her seat, a pot of tea and a half filled cup on the table and not a soul in sight.. paradise on a starry night!

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With a small smile, she took in the continuing silence of the town. For one such as Clover town to be silent from what she had experienced in her childhood with her mother, it was very strange, but more of a great blue moon to be looming over her for a change, so to speak. Nodding to herself, her own mind lost in its thoughts of solely speaking to herself as if she had another entity inside her or something. Nothing too much, but she had done it once in a while as to decide her options to pick out in what to do with her next choice. The first one was whether she should go home now or to stay here for a little longer. Of course, with no real fears or cares, Sakura easily chose to stay. The other thing she had thought to want to do was either to bug one of the mermaids for a little company or to remain by herself. As much as the loneliness was something she adored, having someone to help her with the physical disabilities she has was more of a pressing matter. She didn't wanna leave it for someone else... but perhaps there wasn't any other choice.

During the night long silence, something quickly seemed to cut through the tranquil peace that the doll had been enjoying so far. At first, she thought it was simply some figment of her imagination, but it quickly grew into something different. With the clicks of feet on the ground growing louder, Sakura's orbs managed to find the shrouded outline of the source. Through mostly darkness, a feminine figure has been more visibly shown to her through the white colored attire. Tilting her head curiously, the figure came into light to reveal its full appearance to the summoner; her body was rather curvaceous and slender, her hair almost matched what her own had been in both shade and volume, but she was sure Sakura's was a little more thick than hers. Regardless, the girl could pass to almost be Sakura's human form and simply watched as she came up to her. Her tone was.. chipper. Much more chipper than she had thought it would have been, but silently listening to the woman speak, the teenager waited until she was finished speaking to actually reply to her.

"I'm enjoying myself here, yes. But.. I suppose if you don't mind, I could use a little help getting back to my hotel." She replied, standing up and out of her chair, she would stand on the other side of the table at her 3 foot tall height and letting out a small sigh. Her feet would barely make a sound as she walked around and to the blonde woman, waiting for her to take a lead or make a suggestion of some kind to her.

The normal, rational human part of her brain; the side that was raised to be nothing but a normal teenage girl had taught her not to trust strangers. Something that she kept with her especially with the physically frail body she had before, and the physically inept form she bore now. Still, the current "magically knowledgeable part of her mind told her it didn't matter anymore. Sakura was a doll that had no sexual organs... or organs at all. So anything sexual to her was not going to happen. Physically, she had no fear of death or of torture. She could reform herself if destroyed within the Bermuda Triangle where her doll body originated, and as a doll, she had no nervous system so the feeling of pain, pleasure, or touch in any form was mute. It had no existence to her and she wasn't going to care or worry about anything like that.

As the blonde woman picked her up, Sakura let out a little yelp. She was extremely surprised by it, and Milala would notice that she weighed so little as well. In fact, she would feel by holding her the way she had held her, that she could feel the ball joints at her knees hidden by the length of the dress and the Snow White stockings she wore to hide all of the ball joints on her body. Smiling, she noticed the woman's tight grip, thinking that she wanted to be sure to have a firm grip and not worry about dropping her on the ground. It wasn't an issue if so. Anything in her could be fixed later. The human blonde began to carry the doll off, not even seeming to ask what direction to go. Once they turned the corner, she looked up over her shoulder. "M-Miss, this isn't the way to-" She was cut off as the woman began to claim her possession like she were nothing but a toy... which was besides the point. She knew struggling was useless, but tried to free herself regardless until she kicked in a door and seemed to be losing her mind. "I haven't done anything! Just let me go already or I'll end up using magic on you!" She threatened, still new to the idea and thinking she was actually going to be able to do anything by simply saying something.

As the little blonde doll had continued to struggle against her captors grasp, she seemed to have taken Sakura's threats for nothing more than a joke. Something that angered the little one quite a bit, but having already been trying to thrash her 5 lb body free of the what would be a very tight and secure hold was not noticeable to the woman. She wasn't sure why she brought her to this place of all things, but she had been slammed into a chair where she had little time to react to anything. It wasn't as if she had to recover from the pain of being gripped tightly or thrown into the chair like a rag doll, but the visual aspect for her felt more sensitive than it normally had been. Though admittedly, her eyesight was sooo much better as a doll than it ever had been as a human, however it easy for her to speculate the reason why, so it wasn't anything illogical to her any respect.

Just as it seemed like Sakura had gotten ready to leap from the seat, the girl came back around and tightly bound the doll to the chair she was slammed into. She effortlessly struggled against the rope, trying to see if she could free herself, but she couldn't even budge a single bit of her body that the rope had been coiled around. She'd been more than effectively trapped to the chair, but the whole thing seemed to be more and more unfair to her. As she looked up to the other blonde, she had sat across from her and a gun magically appeared in the woman's hand. Sakura's eyes widened for a moment as she'd never seen or heard of a magic yet that could do something like that... Not to mention she was slightly in awe of it as well. It reminded her of her own magic, but she wasn't so sure if she could do anything with that either. She'd never tried to summon things while tied up, but attempting so seemed more dangerous to them than to herself, so she wasn't worried if the woman had decided to use the gun to hurt herself or god-forbid one of her mermaids. "I enjoy the quiet time is all." She replied without much body to the reply, her eyes averting attention from her captor before letting out a small sigh. "I get tired of the staring, and I don't have any... that I'm aware of at least."

The woman had then gone to a small length to threaten her with a vague threat. Attention returned to the other blonde as she had seemed to enjoy the predicament and a small smirk lit the doll's face. "You think I'm afraid of you?" A small chuckle followed the question and she would take in a breathe of air. Suddenly, a burst of bubbles would fire out right into Milala. possibly knocking her over from how close of a distance they were upon casting her little spell. "Of course, I'm not trying still, but feel free to threaten me again. I'll make sure you end up in a nice cozy cement jail cell." Her eyes narrowed in the seriousness and the slightly growing anger, but her temper well under control.

Spell used:

Her bubblebeam seemed to have done the trick a little more than she had expected it to have worked for her. Sakura's spell managed to knock the dollnapper onto the floor for a moment, only to fuel the woman's rage in the process, but that was none of Sakura's concern or care. A coy smirk formed on the doll's face as she had watched the woman jump up and immediately become enraged from her spell. She remained silent, albeit biting her tongue at her comment before striking Sakura in the face with her hand. Despite knowing full well she wouldn't feel pain, the tiny blonde still had flinched at the action of her swinging in to hit her. However, when she only had her head turned, she opened her eyes back up and looked to the woman, hearing her growing more frustrated with how she had been abused by the person she'd taken for her own nefarious deeds. "I wasn't aware laying on your back for a full time job also made you extremely irritable..." She commented, more so just going about calling her a whore without saying them in so many words. Yes... Kids were cruel and Sakura knew how to both dish it and deal it to the kids from her school- when she attended that is.

Suddenly, a gun pointed right at the forehead of Sakura's head and the blue orbs stared at it without a single hint of emotion behind them or even a reaction. She couldn't feel any pain as it was, and she knew what would happen should this body be destroyed, so it wasn't any concern to her what happened if the woman were to destroy it... In fact, it would probably be in her best interest as an escape plan to do that. Listening to the woman talk, she suddenly pulled a guillotine from out of thin air and looked toward it. Did she intend on using that on Sakura? Granted, she'd always wanted to see a Guillotine in person, but this wasn't really the way she had wanted to see it... Her eyes trailed back to the woman as she promised to drag innocent people and- ...Well she wasn't sure in what sense she planned to do things to them, but her mind assumed she meant to slaughter them like livestock in front of her. The other part of her wanted to just make more sny slut jokes, however she suppressed that desire for right now.

Sakura let out a sigh and looked down at the predicament she'd been put into as it was. No physical strength in her tiny adorable body to break free of the rope that bound her to the chair, she didn't have a way out of the situation... So really; How bad could it be? "I'll comply, just don't hurt anyone, please." A tiny sound of a sigh left her tiny, porcelain lips that she'd had closed, but with a little look toward the woman, she looked away and back down to herself. Something had been rattling her mind since she'd heard her say she wanted to do something to her since she looked adorable... "What.. is it you wanted to do anyway? There's not much you'd be able to do to me." She wondered, looking right at the crazed woman for her reply. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad...

The small chair bound blonde tried to fight against the ropes that immobilized her arms. Still completely pointless... She raised a brow as her kidnapper had turned her back and walked towards a closet. If she could escape, now would have been the best time to do so, but instead, her eyes simply followed the sway of the woman's hips. They were almost hypnotic in a way... but mostly, she envied her ability to do so. She'd been like that for years, even the last bit as she'd been confined to a wheelchair, she felt that same feeling to others that walked around her. Still, she shook the thought and envy from her mind before the woman could come back to her. However, as she did so, she watched her tossing hanger after hanger of clothes being tossed onto the bed into a pile. She curiously watched and wondered why they were being tossed there, but finally the captor turned back to face Sakura.

If Sakura could blush, she would most likely have done so when her eyes set on the outfit that she held for her. Apparently she was to dress into that outfit, and truthfully... it was too revealing for her taste. Not so much the chest area.. since well Sakura had nothing to worry about. It was the ball joints that would be seen in it, however she had no other choice. If she'd have to dress in it to save other peoples lives, then that was something she'd have to do. Without saying a word, she watched the woman's hand touch and caress her cheek, wishing she could feel a touch against her skin again... Anything. However, she wasn't going to be sulk over these things anymore. She couldn't help when the came to light, but she wasn't going to complain about it either.

Milala had then untied the doll. She remained quiet and stood up on the chair and now stared at the other blonde in the face. She first unzipped the dress and slide it off of her body, It would be then the small figures ball joints and even more so as she removed the arm length sleeves and stockings. Once she was fully undressed, she would begin with the stockings and leggings of the new outfit, and then the actual outfit. Afterward, she slipped the heels on and stood on the chair, a blush on her face if she could even have one and just pouted unhappily as she slipped the bunny ears into her hairline and fixed it up. "There... Are you happy? And yes, I am an actual doll." Her glare stared straight at her abductor. Whether she was compliant or not, she didn't like doing this against her will through threats about the innocent.

Though the doll didn’t have actual physical feelings, the sight of her in this ridiculous slutty outfit angered her, depressed her, and embarrassed her all at once. She couldn’t take the idea of having to be seen in public like this, but thankfully it was night and that wasn’t a worry for the little blonde. Her captor seemed to have taken an exuberant love in having her around, now more than ever that she had confessed her physical appearance. However any moron with sight could see the ball joints visible to any sight enabled being. The fact she had to TELL this woman she was a doll only furthered the idea that the stereotypical blonde moment hit her.. probably from birth if Sakura had to guess it. The only redeeming quality was the pure adoring attributes she took such a positive interest in her appearance. It was a change compared to others, though the mermaids she summoned seemed to beat her to that declaration of loving her appearance.

Regardless, Sakura didn’t want to move an inch, but had no real other choice as the woman had grabbed a hold of her hands and pulled her over, feeling like such force that she couldn’t put up any physical resistance to. It was honestly the most hated thing about this body, but to be fair... her human body was nearly as frail by this point in her life, the only difference was she wasn’t dying now. Instead she was forever immortalized as a talking, walking, mermaid summoning doll. Her eyes glanced over the outfits she was albeit forced to look over, knowing this woman planned to hold onto her until this pile was thoroughly worn on her body. A small kiss to her cheek was only heard, never felt but the feeling of a blush came over her. Despite never being able to feel that again, the sensation of the emotion still lived, no matter where it came from.

Just the feeling of being pushed forward a little made her realize that the woman was right behind her, up against her body to be specific. Looking down, her arms were wrapped around the dolls waist, trapping her from moving anywhere. She then heard the whispering voice right by her ear, asking about her name. As much as she wanted to tell her to screw off for calling her a little Dolly in a possessive manner, Sakura sighed and tried to remain as calm as she could manage. ”It’s Sakura. Sakura Kisagami... and I am not your doll. I am A doll, whom of which wouldn’t be here if I had better dealt cards in life...” She replied, now lifting up the outfits one by one a little to see what was in store for her, not liking a single one from what she could see.