This is just something wicked I came up with while reading the fourth or so rewrite of my good 
friend Ikari Yui's lemon "red" - and considering that I had contributed a fair amount of C&C to 
it, I thought myself justified in writing this. 

Anyway, she and I are both archived on this site, so you can read both. ^_^

Doll
by Zhou Tai An

Blue hair...tapering down to a white neck.
So white.
Fragile - almost porcelain. I think I can reach for it, close my fingers 
around it, maybe even squeeze.

Doll. Like a doll. A perfect doll.
Oh, how I love dollies.
Dressed in such nice clothes, made so well. 
I'd like a doll like that. A doll to play with and undress and make her do
what I want her to. 

So white. 
Not just her neck you know. Down to her legs and hands and her face, her lips.
They look good enough to taste. But you don't eat dollies...not even kiss them.
Maybe sometimes. Dolls are for playing with.

Oh, Rei, you are so pretty.

I'm watching now, staring at her, how she moves almost mechanically, spindly,
thin perfectly crafted limbs.
I think I'd like a Rei doll. It would make such a nice birthday present. I
could even have given one to Mother.
But no, all I can do is look at Rei. I feel...strange. Happy, maybe. 

Rei. If I could just take you and hug you and kiss you and tell you all my 
little secrets how happy I would be. You'd be at my bedside and I could do
whatever I liked with you - like a little dolly. That would be so nice.

But no, because actually you're dead. I could split you open with my penknife
and all I would find would be stuffing, and then I would be so sad. No. Much
better to play with you, and touch and lick you.

And that's what I'm doing now. Only I wonder why you just sit there and look
at me while I take your white, slender hands and put them on me. Don't you like 
it, dolly? I'm taking such good care of you, bringing you to bed with me.

I don't like you anymore. Bad dolly. Plain painted eyes and body lying limp.
I take your arms and then I *squeeze* - so cold. But you're a very well made 
dolly, I must say. You don't break or anything. Slowly I bring one finger up
to your face. Your neck is so close. So inviting.

But no, I want to play a bit first. 

Oh, I can see it now. You'd *like* to play with me, wouldn't you? Yes, you're
almost smiling. Good Rei. I want you, you know. To play with me...and your
hands feel soft and smooth. So do you - what a nice dolly.

And you taste so good too. Yes, I push my fingers slowly into you, nicely - 
they fit almost perfectly, snugly. You open wide...good dolly. Stroking your 
back, stroking mine, down, right down to here and it's *just* right...yes.
Yes.

It's my turn. I kiss you savagely and press and hold and squeeze and do
everything, anything I want with you - and you like it, you LIKE it and you
scream in pain and then pleasure and I watch and I feel so GOOD as you begin
to shake and I know that it's good for you to.

Mmmmmmmm. My nice Rei dolly. What a nice present from mama.