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Alora had been so proud, and so stupid.
She’d spent weeks learning the art of voodoo. Long nights toiling in her room, seeing how she could work it out. She was a big fan of the occult, and desperately wanted to be part of it. Tragically, her hair was blond, and her favourite colour was pink. But for the doll, just for fun, she made the dress black, and cool looking.
And one late night, sitting next to her puppy named Buddy, she figured it out. She sewed shut the last arm of the little doll. It was a well made little thing- she’d started going to sewing classes just to learn how to do it well, and it looked charming, and homemade, and pretty. Although, the doll did have to be rather realistic, according to the handbook. So she’d given it a mouth hole, and a connecting stomach, and vagina, which Alora tried not to think too much about. She tested it–
She felt a warm push in her arm. A success! She jumped, and squealed in triumph. Now, she tossed Doll-Alora to the side, immediately forgetting she’d feel that.
“Ow,” she rubbed her arm and her back. “Right… Best put you away,” she muttered to the doll, but at that moment, her mom walked in.
“Alora Daines, you go to bed right away. Have you any idea what time it is? You’re still playing with your little dolls?”
“They’re not dolls,” Alora muttered, but got up, and got into bed. Mom wasn’t a very loving woman. Alora didn’t know how their lovely father ended up marrying this ice queen, but Alora always assumed it was because of her big butt.
“Have you brushed your teeth?”
Alora groaned loudly, and got up again, walking down the corridor to the bathroom.
There were four doors on the landing on the second floor: three bedrooms, and one bathroom. Their house wasn’t too small, but the walls were thin. She and her brother’s rooms were next to each other, and her parents and the bathroom’s doors were next to each other. Alora watched her mom walk to their room with one last warning:
“If you wake up tomorrow morning all exhausted, I’ll know why!”
“Goodnight, mom,” Alora called, mouth full of toothpaste.
“And shower, too! You smell awful!”
She’d just about spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed her mouth when she felt a strange blow of wind over her middle. It was sort of warm air, and gentle. She stared for a moment, confused, as she laid her toothbrush down, and got undressed.
When she felt a large slobber mouth settle over her body, she immediately knew what was happening. Buddy, that stupid dog, had assumed the voodoo doll was some kind of toy! She genuinely might die because Buddy ripped her limb from limb! (Buddy had yet to break a toy, but she didn’t want to be the first.)
She rushed to unlock the door, and put her clothes on, snatching the doll out of Buddy’s paws.
“Bad dog!” She hissed, but that only seemed to make him want it more.
She put it up on her desk, amongst the pink and pretty things, and got into bed.
The next morning, at breakfast, Buddy did nothing but beg, as usual.
Alora’s little brother, Theo, always handed Buddy whatever he wanted, in this case, it was bits of pancake. Theo wasn’t much younger than her, only about a year, but he sure did act younger. His eyes were really bad, so he had massive glasses on his head, which made him look ridiculous.
“Mom, I don’t feel well,” Theo moaned.
“I’m having none of that, you’re going to school. If you’re really not well enough, you can come home halfway through. Alora, did you even shower last night?”
“No, I forgot,” Alora mumbled.
“Well go do it now, for god’s sake.”
“Fine,” she groaned, and got up from the kitchen table, trotting up the stairs. Just as she was undressing, she heard Theo walk up the stairs, and headed towards their rooms.
“Theo, you better not be in my room again!” She yelled.
“I’m not!” He yelled.
Whatever; she didn’t have the time to check. She turned on the water, and got under it, quickly washing herself. She didn’t feel the slobber of Buddy’s mouth around her, absently assuming it to be the water she felt.
Theo had snuck into her room, meanwhile, seeing that Buddy was begging for something. It was a little doll. It had the same strawberry blond hair that his older sister did, but wore a little black dress, quite unlike Alora. Theo picked it up as he heard the water of the shower begin to run.
Buddy gave his best puppy dog eyes, and Theo handed the toy to his beloved pet.
Buddy was a young golden retriever, not yet neutered, but mom had said they’d better sign him up soon, because he was humping every dog at the park. But Buddy was well trained, and not in the least bit violent, so Theo knew Buddy wouldn’t harm the doll, just slobber over it a little.
Theo walked out of Alora’s room, thinking of homework he hadn’t done, and headed to his room.
Alora had just come out of the shower, when she almost tripped and fell. A force had bumped against her leg- but she couldn’t see what. She looked around, assuming for a moment it to be her own clumsiness until she felt warm fur against her whole front. She was pushed down onto the ground, face down, when she felt skin touch her inner thigh.
What is happening!? She thought panickedly, trying to get up, and then she realised what must’ve happened. THEO , she wanted to scream. But any thoughts fled her mind as she felt Buddy’s red rod prod at her, extending from his furry cock.
She turned bright red. Oh no. No, no no no, this can’t be happening.
She felt him shuffle into position, his soft fur brush against her back, and warm skin of a phallic nature brush against her.
She stifled a yell, as she shot up, putting her pink dress on. Her hand was on the lock of the bathroom door when she felt Buddy thrust, and miss.
She bolted through the corridor, and ran into her room, where he must’ve been to get the toy, shutting the door behind her.
She looked around for Buddy– but couldn’t find him.
At that very moment, Buddy began to hump, downstairs in the empty living room where his dog bed stood, and he had propped the doll underneath him.
It took him exactly three more humps before he stopped, shuffled, and struck gold.
“Ahh~!” Alora moaned, feeling her hole get pushed open wide by Buddy’s puppy cock.
“Alora?” Her father called, “Are you okay?”
“Yep!” Alora squeaked, “Just fine!”
“Okay, we’re leaving for school in 5 minutes!”
“Yes dad!” She yelped as Buddy began to hump right into her. She stumbled, and fell onto her bed face first, and she was split in half by Buddy. She felt Buddy’s hot rod shove up her, and her velvet walls swallowed it up. She looked over her shoulder at the standing mirror, and she saw her own reddening face, but even worse– she saw up her pink dress, where she’d forgotten to put on panties, and saw her gaping pussy being fucked right open. She could see up her pink hole, and saw herself become dripping wet.
What Alora didn’t know of course, was that Buddy’s cock wasn’t at all big– but in comparison to the voodoo doll, he was.
Buddy’s little nails dug into her back, as he unknowingly humped Alora’s virgin hole alongside the doll.
Alora moaned, as the cock stroked her most tender walls.
And suddenly, pleasure began building up. Her eyes crossed, and she gripped onto the bed sheets.
Alora’s dad walked into the living room, trying to find his keys. He always drove them to school, as he taught the younger kids there. He cried out in disgust at the sight of Buddy humping some toy doll.
“Ugh, Buddy, no! Bad dog!” He pushed him away, not spotting his rod poking out from underneath him, and picked up the doll. “Theo, Alora, time to get going!” He saw the black dress, and assumed it to be one of Theo’s ‘collector’ dolls, so he went upstairs, and put it on the shelf with Theo’s other toys. Their father hadn’t seen the puppy cock, and certainly hadn’t seen the wetness beneath the doll’s dress.
“Theo, you need to clean your room, it smells in here,” their dad said, ushering Theo out.
Meanwhile, Alora cried out into her hands as Buddy’s cock was taken from her hole, suddenly feeling terribly empty. She stumbled up, starting to pack her bag, and had no time to put on panties.
She ran down the stairs, trying to find that doll.
“Come on, Alora, time to go!” Her dad forced her out into the car, as if she were some toddler. She bemoaned it, but at the very least someone had taken the doll from Buddy before he could come– Alora didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened then.