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“Aah!” Bones was happy when Gina offered to give her a lift to Winnie’s place, but she thought she’d just walk her over and say hi, not spring a teleportation spell on her.
And suddenly she was in mid-air, arms flailing as she turned earthward, and
“Oh!” Winnie had been deep in thought, as well as deep in her garden, and it was her turn to be shocked as the tiny woman collapsed into the dip in her back.
Bones tried to right herself, realizing all too quickly where she’d landed as her vision landed on the denim before her, waist rising just high enough with Winnie’s posture to tease her with a glimpse beneath. She turns her head down.
Winnie wormed a hand out of a gardening glove and carefully reached back, seeking out who she knew this must be, gently snaring the little woman and bringing her around to her face. “Bonesie! You’re early. …Gina?”
“Gina.”
Winnie nodded. Even through the sunglasses in the shade of her floppy sun hat, Bones could see understanding clear in her eyes. Winnie let out a little “hoof” as she stood up, doing so slowly so she didn’t disorient her little guest.
“I’m so glad you came! But bad news. I’ve really got to finish this weeding. I’d ask ya to help, but we wouldn’t want to bury you in there, hmm?” Bones blushed and shook her head. “And I’d love to keep a little cutie in my pocket for luck, but I’m liable to flatten you in these shorts, and we wouldn’t want that...not yet anyway.” Winnie winked, and Bones blushed harder. “But I think I have something to keep you entertained while I finish up.”
Winnie tucked her gloves in her back pocket and carries Boned inside and up the always-a-little-ominous stairs in her parlor. Even with the curtains open, there was always a sort of gloom that filled the halls. It felt like it shouldn’t quite be as big as it was inside, but Bones would be the first to admit she was no authority on how big was actually big.
Winnie was humming a tune Bones didn’t recognize as she opened a door into a room that was filled with half-unpacked boxes. “Storage…” she half-explained, half-mumbled.
But more important than the boxes, on the floor against the back wall was an extravagant dollhouse equally as creepy as the rest of Winnie’s home. “The very one I had as a girl, and my mama had before me, and her mama before her.”
She knelt down and let Bones climb off of her hand just in front of the porch. “I shouldn’t be more than half an hour, cutie. Promise. You think you’ll be good exploring my little haunted house?”
Bones beams up at her and nods.
“Attagirl. Have fun in there.” Winnie grinned a toothy grin, then stood and turned on her heel and she was gone.
Bones turned in turn to stare down the dollhouse door. Suddenly without its giant owner behind her, the spooky structure was more intimidating, but she still climbed up onto the porch and let herself in.
It was the most extravagant dollhouse she’d ever seen. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she’d somehow grown to full size and walked into a mansion. One that was entirely too fancy for her.
Most dollhouses didn’t have an entrance hall, or ornately carved wooden handrails on the staircases. Or curtains. She stood there admiring it for several minutes before she remembered there were so many more rooms to explore, each one more elegant and detailed than the last.
She was lounging on a chaise that she could swear was just a full-size piece of furniture shrunken down for how comfortable it was when she heard a knock at the front door.
Winnie must be back early and being cute about it. But…she couldn’t see her through the window. Hm.
Bones rose to her feet and stepped quietly to the door. There was no peephole, of course, so she took a breath, then opened it just a little. “H…hello?”
“Oh, hi!” Standing on the porch was a doll. Equally as porcelain as the other doll in Bones’ life, but unlike Marionette in so many ways. This doll was a little shorter than Bones was with big orange curls, adorable painted freckles, and a pretty black dress. She looked up through her bangs and smiled sweetly. “I thought I heard someone inside. I had to come see!”
“Hi!” Bones was surprised by the excitement in her voice, and the doll giggled as she took a moment to reset her voice. “Are you…do you… um…”
“I live here.” said the doll. “I was poking around the boxes. Do you…mind if I come in?”
“No, of course, please do!” Bones started to open door all the way, but before she could the doll eagerly slipped inside under her arm, brushing against Bones in the process and standing a little too close behind her.
“You’re a pretty doll,” she said, not stepping back as Bones turned around.
Bones wondered if all dolls were just like this. No sense of personal space. “I’m…not a doll, actually.”
“Aw. No? Just pretty, huh?”
Bones blushed. “Gosh, I…w-what’s your name?”
“What’s yours?”
“I’m Bones.”
“Bones…cute! I’m Carmilla.” The doll held out her hand, palm down. Bones was unsure exactly what to do with it, but she offered her own hand, and Carmilla immediately flipped hers, taking Bones’ in her hand and lifting, pressing her pretty, sculpted lips daintily against it and pulling an extra gasp out of her visitor. “Pleased to meet you… my lady.”
“O…oh. Gosh There’s not…you don’t have to…” Bones met Carmilla’s gaze and melted. “Th…thank you.”
“My pleasure…” Carmilla released her hand and offered a little curtsy in kind. “How are you finding the place?”
“It’s…very comfortable. Luxurious.” Bones looked around again, feeling like she was understating it. “I do feel a little out of place, though…”
“Oh, I can help! I have the perfect dress that I think should fit you upstairs. Would you like to try it on?”
Bones blushed. “I couldn’t…”
“Oh, I insist. Please! It’s been so long since I’ve been able to dress someone up! Especially someone so beautiful...”
Bones was a blushy mess, more than normal, but the doll seemed so sincere... “Well…how can I say no?”
Carmilla clapped her hands. “We’ll make a doll out of you yet. Come along!”
She headed for the stairs, and Bones practically felt pulled along behind her. She couldn’t deny she was excited to see what Carmilla had in her closet. It must have been that…
Up the stairs, down a hall, and Carmilla opened a door, gesturing for Bones to enter. Bones smiled nervously and walked into a bedroom with a massive (for its scale) four poster bed, a closet off one wall and two massive, matching wardrobes along the other. But…
Next to the bed, another doll sat still, with no life in its eyes, arm propped against it, leaning against it almost expectantly.
“Lilly.” Carmilla’s voice crept into Bones’ ear and startled her. “Pretty thing. But…well, just a doll doesn’t feel right to say, but…”
“I see what you mean…”
“I brush her hair, change her clothes. Keep her close.” Carmilla strolled over, stroking Lilly’s hair. “I like to think she’d be happy.”
“I’m sure she is. That sounds lovely…”
Carmilla lit up at Bones’ response. “I’m so glad you think so! …oh, but we’re here to find you a dress. Silly me.”
She opened both of the wardrobes and then started digging. Bones left her to it and started wandering around the room. Her eyes kept wandering to Lilly, then to Carmilla. It was sweet, really. She wondered if Winnie realized. It would be strange not to say anything about the sweet, little doll if she had, but maybe she wanted her to be a surprise.
“Ah!” Carmilla turned around with a beautiful gown. Dusty pink with delicate patterns and flowers arranged just so. “You strike me as a pink girl…”
Bones smiled. “It’s like you know me.”
Carmilla smiled back, setting the dress gently on the bed and once again stepping oh so close to Bones, lingering behind her. “May I…” She hesitated, then pushed forward. “May I help you disrobe?”
Bones’ face blazed at the thought. “I…”
Carmilla frowned. “My apologies. I…haven’t had anyone with opinions to play with in so long…”
“No, no. I…” Bones’ voice was shaky, but as she examined herself, she found that her flustering well outweighed any actual discomfort. “It’s fine. Please…”
Carmilla smiled softly. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
She circled behind Bones. There wasn’t much to ‘disrobe’ really. A cropped tank top and some torn up jeans. But Carmilla approached them like she was already wearing the beautiful dress. She stood so close Bones had to be careful not to bump into her just from gently swaying.
Then she felt Camilla’s fingers on her, tracing ever so gently across her exposed stomach as they sought the hem of her top. As her smooth finger tips grazed her sensitive skin, Bones let out an involuntary moan.
“O-o-oh my gosh. I’m- I- I’m so sorry, it just-”
“Shhhh.” Carmilla rested her chin on Bones’ shoulder and drew a shiver out of her. “You’re fine… It’s sweet. Enjoy it…”
She punctuated her point by ever so slightly lifting Bones’ top, finger joints running along her skin and drawing out another breathy little gasp.
In that moment, Bones might have done anything Carmilla asked. But Carmilla didn’t ask anything. She just slowly, slowly, ever so slowly lifted the top up and away from Bones, who lifted her arms in a trance. As Carmilla’s knuckles ran along the outside of her bra, they pressed just a touch harder, stealing another little moan from a Bones who was too lost in the sensation to say anything about it…
And then her top was off, and Carmilla tossed it on the bed. “Such pretty shoulders…” Carmilla let her cheek rest against one, but her hands were already wandering. They traced down to her pants, unfastening the button and tugging down the zipper and something occurred to Bones. “Wait, there’s someth-”
“Shhh, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re safe.” Carmilla sank down her back, pulling her jeans down with her. Bones obediently stepped out of one leg, then the other as Carmilla circled around to her front, tossing those into the same pile.
She crouched in front of the flustered, half-naked girl and poked the little lump in the front of her panties that was stressing her out so badly. “Cute.”
Bones’ lip quivered and Carmilla stood, letting her fingers trace up Bones’ legs and settle on her hips. She leaned in close and whispered “Dress time, doll...”
‘I’m not-’ Bones started, but the words caught on her lips, and she watched as Carmilla strolled to the bed, picked up the dress and held it up to her. “Hmm. It might not fit quiiite right, but we’ll fix that…”
Bones wasn’t sure what she meant, but all at once the dress was being pulled over her head. Despite her confusion, she moved and twisted to give it the easiest access she could. She was used to doll clothes made with cheap fabric, velcro. No such thing here, as the surprisingly smooth fabric settled against her, and Carmilla pulled the laces at her back tight, each one drawing a faint gasp out of her as she was cinched in.
“Done!” Carmilla was standing directly behind her, chin on her shoulder, as she walked her over to the mirror in the corner. “What do you think?”
“It’s…” Bones froze as she saw her reflection. The dress was beautiful. It was too tight in the waist, but the cinching did an admirable job attempting to mold her into its desired shape. It was lovely. But the dress wasn't the issue. Her reflection was standing in the mirror, alone. “It’s…beautiful.”
“It suits you…” Carmilla nuzzled against her neck. “You make such a sweet, obedient doll…”
Bones tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Carmilla wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight.
“Isn’t it nice? Imagine doing this every day…dressed, undressed…played with…I haven’t had a new dolly in so long…”
A hand snaked up Bones’ arm, fingers hooking around the wide neck opening and pulling it away from her, revealing just a little more skin for Carmilla to rub her cheek against, her curls filling Bones’ vision as she tried to watch what the doll was doing.
“I think you’d like that…I haven’t even done anything and you’re hanging on my every word…”
Carmilla kissed her neck. Then kissed lower. And lower. And then her lips parted, and Bones felt four sharp points settling against her skin.
And as they began to sink in, Bones pushed her away. Porcelain fangs scraped against her skin, and she cried out as they drew blood. She touched the wound, and where there should have been tender flesh, in the center there was the tiniest patch of smooth, solid porcelain.
A trance undone, Bones found herself staring down the doll, and the only exit, the door behind her.
Carmilla stood there, giggling, red dripping from her mouth, eyes ablaze. “Oh, you want to play first… I haven’t played this game in a long time! Very well then…” She threw her arms wide. “Run.”
Bones feigned lunging right, then threw herself left. Carmilla took the bait, and Bones almost made it between her and the bed, but something caught her leg and she fell to the floor. Something with fingers, and an icy grip.
Lilly stared at her with the same cold eyes, and Bones whimpered. She pulled her ankle free and tried to stand, but Carmilla pounced, wrapping her arms and legs around her tight at impossible angles, pinning Bones’ arms to her sides and flattening her front against the leg of the bedframe.
“I wiiin,” she sing-songed into Bones’ ear with a giggle. “You didn’t even try, silly dolly.”
“You…cheated!”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Bones writhed hopelessly against Carmilla, as the doll licked her lips. And then the floor started to shake.
And Bones managed to roll all the way over, shaking her grip just enough to worm free and book it for the door. She cleared the doorway just in time to see the hallway splitting in two, and on instinct alone threw herself across, falling through the opposite doorway into a significantly emptier bedroom as the dollhouse was torn in half, and the smiling face of Winnie filled the door. “Bones honey? Hope I didn’t startle ya. I forgot to open the silly thing up. Must’ve been so dark in there!”
Bones scrambled to her feet and stepped out the doorway, as calmly as she could.
“Awww! Look at you! Couldn’t resist all the pretty dresses in there, huh? Maybe you are a doll at heart, hon.”
Bones shot a glance across the way, but saw no sign of Carmilla. She turned to Winnie. “Y…yeah, maybe so.”
“Oh my gosh, Bonesy, are you bleeding?”
“I just tripped is all! It’s…fine.”
“Uh uh. I am so sorry, darling. Let’s go clean that up and get you some tea, huh? And you can keep that pretty dress for putting up with it.” Winnie held out her hand and Bones shakily climbed aboard, settling into her palm and letting out a held breath as she reclosed the dollhouse on its remaining occupants. “’course, you’re gonna have to go get your clothes before you go…”
Bones’ blood ran cold, but she pivoted. “Th-that’s okay. I’m sure I’ll be back!”
“Shucks,” Winnie smiled. “If you like it so much, maybe we can make you a permanent little resident.”
Bones laughed nervously. “H-hey... You never know…”