Pupa Doll Novels & Stories

Dora went closer to her, placing a reassuring paw on her head. “Do you want to play?” my sweet pup asked without any clue about the tears-chaos brewing in my mind. “Are you sad, lady?” she added, tilting her head to take a better look at my face. I wiped my tears fast and gave her the biggest smile I could pull. “No, no. I am not sad, and yes, I really want to play with you.” I smiled, running my fingers down her strawberry-blond curls. She smiled back, giving me a little pink dish. “We have pancakes too, and it’s yummy! I have some for you, for me and for my angel,” she said, looking at the plush angel doll she had on a small chair.

She threw herself into my lap, smelling of grass and sunshine. ‎ ‎"Mama! Did you see? I flew!" ‎ ‎"I saw," I smiled, smoothing her hair. "You're a bird." ‎ ‎"I'm a wolf!" she corrected fiercely, baring tiny, human teeth. "Grr!" ‎ ‎"Terrifying," I agreed. ‎ ‎A rustling in the bushes drew our attention. ‎ ‎A small, silver shape tumbled out of the rhododendrons. ‎ ‎It was a pup. Tiny, clumsy, and covered in soft, metallic silver fur. It tripped over its own paws and rolled onto the grass, letting out a high-pitched yip of frustration.

I added, and she nodded at me, making a smile. “This is embarrassing”. I heard her mutter as she wiped off the remaining tears on her cheeks and sniffed her nose. I chuckled lightly and shook my head at her. “Anyway, Aria. Have you been able to discover the poison Kelly tried to use against me?”. I changed subjects and asked her, as I was curious. Aria nodded at me. “Of course, Luna Séraphine. I have”. She said to me. “It's the ‘Consuming bugs’”.

“I will not adopt that plastic thing. What's up with plastic pum-pum and plastic pem-pem these days? When did the moon goddess become a mannequin?” (Pum-pum - pussy; pem-pem - cock). Nickering like a horse, Zeus’ entire body trembled with repulsion. As much as Raina was fussing, she knew what she was doing. She planned to get my head fucked up. Why would she be playing dollhouse when she can have the real life?

Poke. No response. Poke. Poke. Poke. Pok- "Will you just stop, you stupid girl?!" The boy yelped loudly as his left arm was yet again poked with a doll. He glared at the culprit standing in front of him. She was a little girl with a deformed doll in one of her hands and a muffin in the other. Her hopeful expression turned upside down at his reaction, which made him feel a little bad but he ignored it. He didn't like girls. Girls were annoying.

The smell seems even more pungent now. I throw the doll that I’m holding at him. “Wh… what is this?” Morris asks. “That’s Luna Lula. She is a blow-up sex doll. She’ll help you practice your sexual advances. If you want to ask nicely, she might even take your virginity. Just treat her well, and please go find yourself a real woman. If we’re satisfied that you’re living a good life, and doing your best to keep your pack on an ethical path, we’ll call on you to form alliances with us from time to time. Being on great terms with any of our packs is worth more than what Emily can offer you,” I explain honestly.

A lie. He sat on the edge of the bed in the perpetual twilight of the safe house, waiting for the final command. The puppet was dressed, the strings were attached. He was just waiting for the show to begin.

After a few minutes, I feel the bed dip and an arm wrap around my body. "I'm sorry you had to see that today doll, people just need to understand they can't try to take you away from me" he whispers near my ear, thinking I was asleep "anyone who tries to get in the middle of this or tries to take you two away from me, well let's just say they won't be seeing another day, goodnight doll" he whispers placing a kiss on my cheek before laying down, his arm remaining around me, I open my eyes staring at the wall.

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

When she sees me, she abandons the toy and reaches up for me, opening and closing her fingers, babbling unknown words at me. I hand Dillon to Zara and pick up my little sweetpea. According to Estelle, most werewolf babies are over twenty pounds by the time they are her age. Orli is only fourteen pounds. I use her bib to wipe away the drool before I kiss her rosy cheek. “Were you a good girl for Mommy today, sweetpea? She told me you saw Uncle Jasper on tv.” “You should have heard Sam’s mom. When she was here.” Zara snickers. “She can’t wait to be a grandma.”