// nsfw; dollsex and dollgore and dollcnc
"aa!! it— it cracked its shell!! llittle sister, do you—do you know, how to fix this,,? ccan this be fixed,?"
a doll cries out to another doll. cracks web across its wrist.
one doll is panicked. the other only stares.
it stares at the wound,
"ssis,,?"
...
and firmly takes the other doll's wrist.
"aa! gent— gentle ,,"
"you need to be fixed .."
it stares closer at the wound.
...
it plants a gentle kiss upon the crack, and licks across its length.
"hh,!!"
the wounded doll reflexively covers its face.
"what—what are—"
"shh. you need to be fixed ..."
it takes the wounded doll's other hand, whose eyes tilt downwards, and away. its pupils dilate.
in a single moment, one doll has pushed the other over. it's fully pinned down. one hand against the bed, the other firmly held. a knee in-between its legs.
the doll presses its knee in. it clamps its jaws around the wound.
"you need ... to be fixed ..."
it whispers its mantra under its warm breath. it stares coldly at the doll beneath.
the doll beneath who can only shut its tear-filled eyes. it can't respond. it only whimpers.
it can only whimper as it feels a tongue re-enter the cracks.
wetness pools at its legs.
...
the hour hand of the clock ticks.
a doll gently layers duct tape across cracks in another doll's wrist. to be mended later.
"you— you really ... like the taste of your big sister's flesh, don't you,?"
its little sister only looks back with hearts in its eyes.
