such a sweet dynamic
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the two dolls eagerly speak at one another, talking about anything and everything
their owner watches from the corner. such a sweet dynamic.
the two dolls don't notice.
the dolls are too engaged to hear Her footsteps.
She steps right next to the figures. a hand slowly descends between their faces.
the conversation pauses. the two look up. She snaps her fingers.
and the dolls are gone. limp. none of the energy from before can be found here.
the dolls stand, drooling slightly. She pulls the shirt off of one of them, marking the last article of clothing removed.
the work She put into sculpting their minds and bodies was too precious to be hidden away like that, after all.
two, empty-minded things. nude, unknowing. such a sweet dynamic.
She hugs the quiet forms close, and turns them to face one another.
every hole of the dolls is slowly leaking away; another flawless design feature from Her.
She tenderly poses the dolls together in all kinds of positions - cupping one another's breasts, on their knees.
every pose She chooses, She inspects Her delicate art pieces carefully. sometimes, she even takes a photo.
eventually, She places the dolls together into a tight embrace,
She puts their mouths together,
She intertwines their legs,
and She snaps Her fingers.
the two entities look around wildly, blushing and dripping.
they look at one another. when did their bodies get so worked up?
they turn to their owner. She hasn't moved an inch.
they turn back to one another. they need this.