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i'm not the one who's so far away

The Voodoo Doll Meme

Suppose that you had ultimate control over someone else. What would you do?

HOW IT WORKS:
♦ Player 1 leaves a comment with Character A's name and fandom in the subject. They can either set a scene (or set more than one option) in that tag, or fill out this form for other commenters.

♦ Player 2 tags that comment with Character B, in which Character B has just found a voodoo doll of Character A.
♦ Hilarity ensues...?

There is no RNG for this, so be as creative as you want! Did you just wander into an intergalatic restaurant at the end of the world and find the doll as a centerpiece on your table? Was the doll sitting on the shelf at the thrift store next to a copy of D-Qwons Dance Grooves? Maybe you wandered into an unfamiliar party and were handed the doll as you entered? Or did you just wake up and find it sitting on your pillow?

How or where or why is entirely up to you, as is the amount of crack or power games you want to involve. The only rule is to have fun.

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Character: Sean Cassidy
Age: Not explicitly stated but I wanna say... 20?
Description: Derpy adorkable mutant with supersonic screaming powers.
Want: Hilarious cracky scenes, characters discovering the doll and putting Sean through slap sticky hijinks either by accident or on purpose. But really anything goes except for what's below
Do Not Want: Nothing uber dark or angsty involving torture or death. Let's have some fun with this!

Character: Futaba Higuchi
Age: 18
Description: Futanari who is extremely self conscious about not being a normal girl and her problematic sex drive. Prone to falling into nymphomania, dub con magnet. Tends to feel guilty about indulging in her desire for hedonism.
Want: Use of the voodoo doll in a public place to tease/pleasure her, or for some S&M use. Exhibitionistic play with small doll of incredible likenness and at least minorly identifiable genitals. Sadism, playful or cruel is fine, but no extreme torture (piercings, spankings, whipping okay, but no beatings, let alone guro). Place ideas: classrooms, cafes, restaurants, bookstores, libraries, public parks, playgrounds. Private place fine too. Open to men, women & others.
Do Not Want: No beating/hitting, no guro, no vore, nothing normally involving toilets. No death.

Edited 2012-08-28 16:01 (UTC)

Lamia had spaced out sitting at a cafe by herself but she was eventually roused by the feeling of something in her lap. Upon quick inspection she noticed it was a very life-like doll resembling a girl. It however was a sight she was familiar with, a futanari.

Not really bothered she glanced around and noticed it resembled someone sitting nearby. Now she was a bit curious. What would happen if she played with the doll? Anything? Nothing?

It was far too tempting so she would stroke her thumb over the admittedly large in-scale member. If this was accurate Lamia may just have to talk to this girl later.

The girl's posture shot up straight as a pole with a loud squeak, audible from the other side of the room, spilling a little bit of her coffee in the clamour. She glanced down, then behind her, each motion quick, then... shrunk as she noticed how many people were staring at her...

The whole display made her smirk, it was exactly what she expected. The doll seemed to feed her sensation.

She wasn't going to waste this though, she waited until everyone shrugged off what happened before her thumb would start stroking over the doll's cock again. This time her strokes would become more distinct and firm.

Her eyelashes fluttered, cup of coffee trembling with jitters as the unseen force molested her... she glanced about again, a look of paranoia and confusion on her face. She crossed her legs to hide the tenting in her skirt... she sighed.

What's going on? I... what am I going to do? Should I leave? But... how can I leave like this??? Aww look, the voodoo doll was getting a stiffie.

This was just too cute. She held the stiffie between her fingers and began to stroke it more properly. Her other hand wouldn't stay idle though, the thumb of her free hand would massage the doll's surprisingly life-like breasts.

Her eyes widened as the sensations intensified, invisible probes jacking her off. She thought she was going crazy. She could have thought this was all a dream except the pleasure was too real. Folding her arms, she leaned over and buried her blushing face into her crossed arms.

She must have looked like she felt ill (the barista at the counter was asking her if she was okay, to which she nodded her buried head and waved a hand dismissively), but feeling ill couldn't have been further from reality.

Lamia would intensity her motions after she shooed the barista away. It wouldn't hurt to have her come right here, would it? It would also give her a way to corner the poor girl, in the bathroom.

Oh, she came alright, perhaps sooner than expected. Little jerks in her shoulders, muffled moans into her arms. Her crossed thighs knitting... she breathed deep, slow... it was over now, right?

It took some time for Lamia to decide whether she would keep going or not.

After a few moments she decided to keep going. The first thing she did was lick her pinky, getting it nice and wet. Then slowly she guided it into the doll's sex. Lamia had to imagine that given the proportions of the doll the real girl would feel like a very large cock was penetrating her.

Her back contorted in such a slow grinding motion as she suddenly felt something big and thick pushing into her. She let out a groan, and that's when she snapped.

She didn't care what anyone saw now. If she was fast enough about maybe no one would know. She hopped off her stool and ran for the bathroom. She just had to be somewhere else, anywhere else!

Luckily it seemed the poor girl dashed away fast enough that no one noticed. Removing her finger from the doll she would tuck it into her purse and waited a minute before she went to the bathroom as well.

Now just to figure out where in the bathroom her little friend was.

It wasn't hard to find her. She was in the locked stall with the heavy breathing coming from behind it.

Finding her was easy, so all she would have to do is quietly get into the stall next to the girl, even picking her feet up once she got in so no one would notice her. Once that was done she'd get the doll back out and put her pinky in again, going to the knuckle this time.

Futaba thought she was safe now, but... as she felt that thickness again pushing into her, an unswallowable twisted up cry came out her. She looked down between her legs, feeling as if her sex was wrenched open by some invisible force. "Wh, what's... ahhh..."

Her feet kicked about slowly, as if trying to kick up dirt behind her, as if it would help her get a grip on this situation. Her hands reached down trying to grab at that invisible member, but it wasn't there. She put her own fingers inside of herself, trying to pull it out, but it wasn't there.

She thought she was being fucked by a poltergeist.

With that cry she would start thrusting her finger, twisting it as she did. If nothing else she was going to give this girl all sorts of pleasure.

Of course Lamia wasn't a tyrant, after she had her fun she would let the girl have some in return. Perhaps punish her for the intrusion and the embarrassment. The thought alone made her pick up the pace of her finger.

She felt so full, fucked so hard and--Oh god, it was twisting! She'd never felt anything like this. It was too good...! Too intense! She clapped one hand oer her mouth to try and muffle her gasping, but the other went to her cock, jacking off so furiously the woman in the other stall could hear the slapping of her fist against her pelvis.

The girl was certainly into what she was doing. Hearing the girl jacking off she decided to add to the girl's pleasure by rubbing the tip of the doll's cock with her thumb. It wouldn't add much but anything to get her over the edge was appreciated, Lamia was sure of that.

"Mmmmmmnhh~!!" She groaned behind a clapped hand, failing to hold back the sounds of her pleasure any longer. It wasn't long before she came to another climax, copious amounts of white goop splattering the inside of the stall door... some squirting or dripping down onto the floor where Lamia could see it, if she was looking...

Hearing just how much there was she certainly did look. "Oh my," Well no used hiding herself while the poor girl recovered. Being rather athletic she was easily able to climb over the stall wall.

"My my, maybe I did too much?"

She was in that stall, eyes closed for now as she panted for breath...

Well Lamia supposed she could help the poor dear clean up.

Leaning down she would start to lick off the girl's release from her thighs.

"E-eehhh!?" She shrieked as she felt that tongue licking at her thighs, eyes snapping open to see--a woman? With a looong tongue lapping at her.

She jittered in a fluster at her new circumstance. "Wh-who are you???"

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