Creepy Tails Doll Novels & Stories

The sudden kiss caught me by surprise, but I did my best to control my heartbeat and breathing so I looked like an actual doll. He pulled back and started kissing downward. Then he tore my clothes off. That madman! Where was the tail? Come on, show up already! As if hearing my quiet wish, Nathaniel's legs turned into a serpent's tail, and it took up all the space on the bed. The tail slithered up my ankle, caressed my skin, and moved further upward. I shivered. Couldn't help it. "I bought you tons of toys just to make you happy, babe." He touched me. "So, do you want the toys, or my tail?"

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

The creature crawled around on its belly, dragging its slender form around the table and shaking off icy crystals with every movement. Gods, it looked so fragile. Now that its tail had unfurled, she could see it was bigger, or at least longer, than she had initially thought, but even then, it was scarcely as long as her arm from fingertip to elbow including the flexible tail now swiping from left to right. Its scales were so small she could hardly tell where each individual one began and ended, all of them an almost translucent blue-tinged white that shimmered under the torchlight’s flickering illumination. There was a shifting light underneath them, too, that reminded her of a frozen waterf

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

But the incubus wasn’t done. *“Not yet, weaver. You opened the door. Now I want to play.”* The phantom cock withdrew with a wet, obscene sound only she could hear. Before she could catch her breath, something new pressed against her, thicker at the base, tapered, slick with what felt like molten oil. A tail. Long, sinuous, ridged all the way down. It pushed into her ass without mercy. Elara’s eyes flew wide. “Wait fuck too big…!”

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

Only… she didn’t look like a monster. She didn’t look like anything he would have thought a sea monster looked like. Like a giant squid or some-thing. Not this green-haired version of Mae West. A Mae West with two tails. Two tails. One green, one blue. Fins tapping against giant clamshells below the dais as if they were footstools. Receiving plates of… food… as if they were a tribute. She didn’t look monstrous, but she’d taken his child. That, alone, put her in the death-is-too-good-for-her category.

“I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.” I was actually quite impressed. The doll was flawless, although quite creepy since it was like looking down on the child-version of me. Ally Clark had plaited the doll’s chestnut hair into pigtails which hung down to her waist on either side of her dainty face. Her eyes were identical to mine – the pale shade of blue which looked even more ethereal in the face of the doll. The only thing that was out of place was the sailor’s uniform in which the doll had been dressed. I would never have worn that outfit. “This is amazing.” I said, handing the dol

I guessed that weird sound came from these things after all. Seeing nothing dangerous, I turned to leave. That was when my eyes caught something odd on the top shelf of the desk. It was a little straw doll, crudely made from dried grass, dangling from a hook. Its eyes were pitch-black beads, and three embroidery needles were stabbed into the top of its head. Right through the chest, a large pushpin was brutally jammed into a red heart. A voodoo doll? A curse doll? Why the hell would Tracy have something like this?